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Archive-title: Contest, The





     I was young and innocent, well, not literally innocent, but

at least I was young.  I have been told that one could not

conceive of a late teen not being a virgin, so I won't delude

you, I wasn't, but my few experiences with aggressive,

inexperienced, self-centered, clumsy boys has not given me much

respect or enthusiasm for the actual physical act of love.



     Anyway, I once had this date with this arty sort of guy.  I

was interested in acting and he was "into the movies."  It all

started "innocently" enough.  We were invited to some friends of

his for a party.  These were people I had never met before, but

they were great.  It was the most beautiful bunch of people I

have ever seen.  They all seemed to be in the movie business in

some sort of way.  Anyway, we each went our separate ways and I

got pretty bombed with both the attention I got and the strong

drinks they served.  Since I don't drink too much it was a puzzle

to see that I was the only one getting drunk, but it was fun. 

Then my friend passed by and said he had to leave, but would be

back in a few hours to pick me up.  From then on everything kind

of got fuzzy.



     The next thing I can remember was being lead, or carried was

more like it, down to the basement.  It seemed to be laid out

like a movie studio with several cameras, lights and other stuff. 

Everything seemed to be focus toward one corner, with a four-

poster bed!  How strange! 



     It was soon after that I discovered that I was to be a

principal in a porn flick.  Now I am no innocent,  but I hadn't

agreed to be any part of this.  



     Well, when I see that things are inevitable, I think, maybe

I should relax and enjoy it.  It was a clean nice place.  All of

the participants, both male and female, had seemed nice.  I was

impressed with the looks of both the men and women.  As I said,

they were all, well, beautiful!

  

     They matched me up with this gorgeous hunk, Sam.  He seemed

nice enough.  In fact, under different circumstances I might have

sort looked forward to this.  



     The apparent story line, if you could call it that, was that

there was to be a fucking contest.  There were going to be four

couples who would screw one right after the other, then the

winning team would be picked.  



     Everyone changed into some sexy and very skimpy robes, no

underwear.  I was still in no condition to fight the superior man

power so I could not really prevent them from taking my clothes

off.  They did try to do it gently, however.



     The set was simple, but strange.  The room was fairly large,

but it had to be to accommodate the four couples, the director,

cameraman and a few and sundry others.  There was the silk-

sheeted bed with many pillows, but no covers, and some chairs

lined up in front of it.  In the corner behind the bed was a

steel post with several rings on it.  I could only guess what

that was for.



     They started filming at the directors command.  Then at an

unintelligible command, the door flew open and couple of guys

brought in this giant.  He must have been nearly seven feet tall

and solidly built, but he was obviously a little freakish as his

struggles were very uncoordinated.  They tied him to the pole.  



     One of the girls, apparently on clue rushed over to him and

really felt him up before the camera.  Either that guy was a good

actor or he was really embarrassed.  He fought to loose himself

harder when she went over then when he was brought it.  His face

was beet red, but it wasn't all from exertion, the growing bulge

in his pants attested to that.



     The director motioned to Sam to get ready, we were

apparently first.  A couple of the gals came over to me and

carried me to the bed.  I tried as hard as I could to struggle,

as I still wasn't exactly sure what was going on.  I really did

try to get free, but they were amazingly strong and knew how to

hold me so I couldn't really do anything.  



     They stripped off my clothes and tied me spread-eagle on the

bed.  Sam came over to the bed and leaned over.  "OK, Babe, here

we go."



     He leered as he slowly parted his robe.  A huge pulsing cock

stood right out and stared me right in the face.  As I said. I am

no novice, but it was the biggest I had seen.  It must have been

eight inches long and about an inch and a half across.  "This

could have been fun," I thought, but I sure wished they would

have let us prepare properly.  Sam practically dove on me.  



     With Sam's full weight on me I struggled to free myself. 

Most of the struggling was to get my face away from his awful

leer.  After a few real mushy kisses he slipped his hands down my

side and groped for my nipples.  Surprisingly, the were upright

and hard.  During all of this I had forgotten the audience, but

then I was preoccupied with other things.  Sam was surprisingly

gentle I noted with relief.  In fact his touch was nice and warm

and really nice when he bent down and took my whole areola into

his mouth.  That was something that I always enjoyed, but none of

my men-friends seemed to like.  He rolled his tongue all around

really getting to all the erotic places.  He went from one to the

other like a child trying to decide between a vanilla or

chocolate ice cream cone.  He really couldn't seem to make up his

mind and I sure didn't care if he ever did.  



     When I thought I would scream in ecstasy, which, no doubt,

would have delighted the director, he yelled to Sam, "Get on with

it, we don't have all day!"



     Sam obediently slid down until be had his head between my

out stretched legs.  With a few quick stabs with his tongue he

found my erect clit and taught it a thing or two.  Boy, was this

great.  After many (it seemed) delicious minutes feeling his

expertness raise me to dizzying heights, I involuntarily arched

my back.  As I did, my heart stopped, well, not really, but it

sure did a double-take.  They had that poor guy in the corner,

complete naked.  He had this a monstrous cock just hanging there

at half staff.  His eyes had about bulged out of their sockets

staring at us.  But I couldn't take my eyes off the beautiful

penis, magnificent or stupendous, were more appropriate words. 

Already it was over a foot long and easily two inched across. 

Sam looked like a piker compared to him.  My, my, who was going

to get him, but at that moment the director again yelled for Sam

to hurry up.  



     Sam then came back up and planted a sloppy kiss on my lips

as he grabbed by buttocks in his hands.  He was kind of kneeling

over me with his erect dick throbbing above my cunt.  My efforts

at struggling to free myself had sort of subsided, now my

laboring was more to assist progress.  I desperately wanted to

reach around Sam with my arms and legs and bring him into me, but

I was still tied.  He grabbed his pulsing stanchion, successfully

fighting its periodic jerks, and pointed it towards my welcoming

hot box.  He just probed around the entrance for a few moments,

flicking my clit every time it jerked up.  Then he forced it

lower and found the hot moist path to my very soul.  He forced it

in a fraction and stopped.  I jerked myself and lodged it another

several inches.



     Then, for no apparent reason, the director yelled, "That's

it, Sam!  Alice, finish him off!"  I felt the bed rock as one of

the other girls hopped on next to me.  She slid herself under Sam

and grabbed his erect rod.  



     Sam was off in an instant.  They clinched right next to me

and as the camera came in close we could all watch as Sam's vein-

studded cock quickly found Alice's drenched cunt.  In veritable

slow motion, his magnificent penis sunk from view into the shaven

crevice.  Oh, how I wanted that, but I was high and dry (well,

not quite literally).  The juices flowed as they began that age-

old rhythm called fucking by some and love-making by others.  To

them it was the former, but it sure looked like fun.  



     Alice must have been hot to trot already as she was really

working herself into a frenzy.  The camera came in real close to

show the course of the sturdy dick as it sunk deep into Alice's

cunt and then emerged nearly all of the way.  Sam sure had a long

stroke.  It was hard to bear, knowing that could have been me

taking that cock in me.  But now the slushing was being done by

another.  Nonetheless, I was rising nearly as fast as she was.  



     "Hurry, I am almost cumming, please hurry."  No faked script

for this gal, nor for Sam as his breathing became labored and the

grunts of their efforts very audible.  With one final splendid

thrust he dove into the hot pussy with his all and collapsed in

Alice's arms.  Only the gentle rhythmic pulsing of their hips

continued as the cum began flowing out of Alice and into the bed. 

The camera caught everything.



     In just a short time, on cue from the director, they both

extracted themselves from the entanglement of arms and legs,

etc., and got up.  I was agonizingly close to cumming myself, but

there was nothing to get me quite across the edge.  As he pulled

his still erect and dripping dick out with a delightful squishy

noise, the ever-present director yelled, "Next!"



     I struggled to break free so I could grab that still stiff

rod for myself or escape, I didn't know which, but to no avail. 

I still didn't know what the hell was going on.  



     However, in my squirmings I did notice, with fascination,

that the guy in the corner had a most magnificent hard-on now. 

It was a full three inches across, 16 inches long bundle of veins

and arteries, poised for action.  It shimmered in the glaring

light.  Oooh, what I would give for a little of that.



     My attention was diverted by the next couple, George and

Gloria, hopping on the bed.  George was another one of these

wonderfully-hung studs, with a big and hard cock ready for

action.  Gloria, a lovely girl, had already lathered herself with

K-Y, as she hunkered over into the all-fours position.  



     The George grabbed his big red cock in both hands, the way I

would have if I had been able, and tried to find the appropriate

orifice.  The director yelled, "Not the ass, do it the regular

way."  She was trying to look nonchalant, but could not quite

cover up the excitement of what was to come.  The camera could

not see her face, but I could and relished as the pretty face

became beautiful as the big moment arrived.  



     I did not need to watch the progress of George's probing to

know where he was.  All I had to do was watch Gloria's face. 

First a pained expression, then a smile, then a start, then the

eyes closed for an instant and a beatific smile crept over her

face.  He had found home.  She had a catch in her breath as I

noticed George give an involuntary jerk with his hips.  



     They were mated.  Gloria's eyes rolled up into their sockets

as George slowly immersed his stallion penis into her juicy cunt. 

But she recoiled as he sought to remove it.  She reached back

with both hands to steady it in place.  She wasn't going to let

this one get away like I did.  George clutched at her pendulous

breasts that were hanging just a few inches from my face,

allowing her free rein with his dick.  She was all over it,

touching and feeling the total expanse of it.



     As I scrunched over to get a better view of the rear entry

action I again noticed the poor guy in the corner.  He was still

bug-eyed at the actions going before him, but he was also being

fawned over by another one of the girls.  Judy had squatted down

in front of him gently caressing his immensely swollen prick. 

She appeared to be tracing each of the severely distended veins

from his pubic hair to the now-glistening head.  Although his

eyes never left George and Gloria, he definitely knew that Judy

was there.  He was desperately trying to extricate himself from

his lashings, whether to escape or join the action, I could not

tell.  His struggles were heroic.  If I was Judy, I would hop

right on that cock and you would never see it again.



     About that time I heard the simultaneous gasps of orgasm

escape the nearby couple.  I wrenched my eyes away from the

lovely corner scene to see Gloria flop head first onto the bed,

dragging a still-buried George along with her.  His penis must

have been unmercifully wrenched, but he never flinched.  Again

the steady trickle of bodily fluids escaping between the two

flowed over the bed.  Some even made its way to me as in my own

ecstacy I attempted to slide into it.  Again my struggle to join

the couple were thwarted by my tethers.



     But the director continued to bark his orders.  He told one

of the girls to help Noah, apparently, that was the guy in the

corner.  Alice sidled over to him and took his mighty staff,

pulled it down as far as she could and let it go.  It sprung up

in a mighty arc and oscillated for some time.  She then ran her

hands delicately around the various nooks and crannies and then

bend down to follow the traces with her tongue.  Noah's eyes

rolled back into his head as he let out a tremendous groan.  I

couldn't believe it, but his gigantic dork had grown some more,

not so much longer as bigger around.  Alice could just barely get

both hands around it, but it was nearly impossible for her to

control it as it jerked around in response to his struggles and

its own actions, I guess.



     I was brought back to reality (?) by another couple climbing

onto the bed.  "My god," I thought, "I can't take anymore of

this.  Here I am ready and willing and able, but they don't even

know it."



     Greg lay down next to me, as Judy smilingly whispered to me,

"Eat your heart out."  Greg's cock, as expected, was raring to

go, all nine inches of it.  This would be interesting as Judy

didn't look a day over 14 or an inch over 4-10.  She didn't

appear to be unversed, however.  Grabbing Greg's thingus, she

opened her mouth and swallowed nearly half his shaft.  She began

moving up and down covering his member totally with her saliva. 

Greg moaned, indicating that it didn't feel half bad.  I sure

didn't know how it felt to him, but it felt good to me just to

watch.  But how much more could I take?  



     Deeper and deeper Judy urged Greg's dick.  He grimaced as he

apparently felt his cock crash into the back of her throat, but

Judy seemed to enjoy it. She kept banging her throat harder and

harder. The thrill was overtaking him as he grunted, "I am ready

to explode."  



     As the pressure mounted she began to rub his balls softly,

almost as if she didn't believe him.  With a deep groan he began

to flood her juicy little mouth with gobs of his hot cum.  Each

spurt packed with incredible power.  She swallowed loudly,

agreeing with the taste.  "Mmmmmm, hmmmmmm,"  she kept moaning. 

But it was too much for her as the viscous seminal fluid began to

flow out of her mouth.  Greg's cock was super slippery as his own

sperm covered the full length of the shaft.



     Judy took the cock out of her mouth, a thick string of cum

still connected the hard, pulsating head to her lower lip.  "That

was so good," she gurgled with her mouth still full. His cock was

still straight up in the air and it looked even longer and

thicker as it gleamed. There was a puddle of it on the bed.  Judy

carefully scooped up some of the thick stuff in her hands and

inserted it in her already slippery juice box.  



     She then positioned herself over Greg and placed his plum-

sized head against her genital lips.  "God, it's so big," she

said as she maneuvered the cream-covered rod to somehow get it

in. 



     Then with a long grunt as if she was having a BM she forced

the rock-hard head in.  "Ooooh, maaaaa gooood!!!" she gasped as

she began to move up and down very slowly.  Her eyes closed in

delight as she just sort of rocked gently up and down, steadily

working his cock deeper.



     "Oh, yeah, I love it," she said.  She started really moving

up and down as the last of his steel-hard shaft was absorbed in

her sweet box.  Biting her upper lip, she groaned, "Ooooooooooo

yeah, this is what I needed."  



     "Let me fuck you, just like that," she said as she began to

pick up speed.  "Don't move.  Oh, it feels incredible."  Her eyes

rolled back and her mouth opened as she continued to hammer away

at his swelling swollen shaft.  Alternating from a quick

succession of quick strokes and slow long strokes his facial

expression showed he obviously had another eruption coming on.



     Coming up on one of her long strokes she pulled his cock out

of her love box just enough to maintain his head just outside as

she began to rub the slippery knob back and forth between her

labia and over her pink little clit.  Then she slowly put it back

into her succulent cunt.



     Slowly, ever so slowly, she let herself slip over Greg's

bloated, towering penis.  Then she stopped.  After a few seconds

she began to gyrate her hips.  Slowly she added the in and out

strokes again.  



     "Uh, uh, uh ,uh, uh, oooh, uh, uh," she moaned with each

inward stroke.  "Oh, god, Oh, god.  Oh, yes.  I feel it.  Oh,

fuck, me.  Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me," she whimpered between each

forceful thrust. He surely was about to explode in her. I

wondered how much longer they could last, as I had just about had

it, myself.



     Then, "I'm coming," he cried.  "Oh, yeah," she replied,

"Come baby, flood me with your love." 



     Those words were apparently what did it.  He exploded inside

of her.  "Ooooooo, give it all to me.  Empty yourself inside of

me.  It feels so hot and slippery," she cried.  "I want you to go

even deeper inside of me."  His balls quivered with each burst. 



     "Oh, god, I think I'm coming," she erupted, "Oh yes, I'm

coming, oh, oh, yes, oh, please don't stop, please don't stop,

fuck me, please fuck me."  But he was finished.



     She screamed as she drew closer to her blissful pinnacle as

she continued to thrust on him.  "AAAAH, OOOOOH!, OH GOD!, OH

GOD!, OH YES!, AH, AH, AH, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

she screamed as her love box spasmed around his still jerking

penis and her juices flowed.  "Oh yes, oh, that felt so

incredibly delicious."  



     They both collapsed, along with me, for I had been rigid as

Greg's cock, myself.



     After a few minutes we all sort of recovered.  What next. 

Anything else would be anti-climactic (pardon the pun).  Greg and

Judy slowly and reluctantly disjoined and got up.  Judy gave me a

reassuring smile and patted my shoulder.  The real word gradually

came back to me.  I could vaguely see the director and camera men

and a few of the "stars" still sitting there rapt.  The only

noise was the bed creaking as Greg finally got off, the whirring

of the camera, a cough in the back somewhere and a low, very low

moan.  The last was odd, I had never heard anything like it, it

was almost unearthly.  But one thing you had to say about it, it

was mournful.  Although still in a sexual "high" and virtually

starving for relief, I could not help, but try to find the

source, as if I didn't know already.  There it was, that poor guy

in the corner.  He was slumped over being totally supported by

his bindings.  Well, he wasn't totally slumped over, his

magnificent cock was flaming red and standing straight out

throbbing up and down about two inches at a time.  One of the

girls was still hanging around his neck with one hand and

stroking his immense penis with the other.  It must have been a

full eighteen inches now, the size was amazing.  It was four

inches across if it was an inch.  Even from where I lay, all

trussed up, too, I could see that he was in agony, not unlike

mine, come to think of it.  How could they do it?



     Totally fascinated by the scene, I barely heard the director

tell all of the women to leave.  This was accomplished not

without protest.  I expected them to release me and let me go,

too, but either they forgot or had other things in mind.



     Then I looked down at myself.  There I was all pink and

white, stretched out on the bed.  My tennis ball-sized breasts

each crowned with a little pink nipple, proudly erect.  My smooth

white legs, my inner thighs, gently curved to meet at, what felt

like my very soul, my crotch, where the silky pubic hairs nestled

all around my passionately rising mons.  The virginal labia

swollen like never before and my clitoris, although hidden from

my view, was stoutly erect, hungering for human contact.  And the

moistness oozing out of my vagina, down my crack to mingle with

the other bodily secretions already present.



     I desperately wanted to close my legs so I was not so

exposed, yet I really wanted to put my hands down there and ease

the, seemingly, unquenchable fire in my clitoris.  I actually

even hoped that they would allow one of those magnificent men to

cover me and relieve me of my frustrations.  But, I guess it was

not to be for they came over and untied me.  Then, as someone

draped a sheet over me, I was told to just lie there and relax

for a little bit.



     I rolled over, oblivious to the observers and placed my hand

on my mons.  With a trembling finger I sought my little bud.  At

last, if no one else was going to do it I would.  My hand darted

from my clit to my oozing vagina.  The crack, long off limits to

my probing hands, felt moist, warm and inviting.  "Mmmm... That

feels good!"  I moaned softly.  



     But my concentration was cut short by a loud roar.  I

started, and looked up.  They had freed the Noah!  He tore loose

from the remainder of his bindings like they were mere threads. 

One of his hands, a enormous beefy thing grabbed his own tool,

the other he flung up to his face.  The he looked down at

himself, as if in disbelief.  Could it be he had never seen

himself erect before?  I decided not to stay around and see.



     I then knew what was the next activity!  I was off of the

bed in a flash heading for the door, but this guy was quick as

well as big.  He ran after me, clearing the bed, as I looked back

in horror, in a single leap.  With one of his beefy hands he had

me by the shoulder.  His other arm wrapped itself around my

middle and I was off of the ground.  My 92 pounds didn't faze him

one bit.  It one swift, flowing motion he threw me back on the

bed.  I was so stunned that I lay there for a brief instant as he

towered over me.  He let out another horrendous roar, but it

didn't seem appropriate with his sad, melancholy eyes.  



     He didn't seem to know what to do then, but I couldn't take

my eyes off of his.  They were so pleading.  Slowly, very slowly,

I sat up, never blinking.  I had two choices, run or stay. 

Something deep down told me to run, but my actions were dictated

by the condition of my body, not logic.  



     As I sat up, I slowly reached out to touch this magnificent

stallion cock.  Only then did I take my eyes off of his eyes and

look down to what I had, or rather tried to have, in my hand. 

Not only was it too large for me to really hold with one hand,

but it was alive!



     This was the Staff of Life, truly.  It was unquestionably a

giant, a flaming red giant.  The shaft was laced with gigantic

veins wandering this way and that, seemingly without purpose, but

I knew better.  Not only did the entire cock jerk up and down on

a regular basis, but each vein that studded the jumbo shaft

seemed to throb like an idling race car.  I brought the other

hand up to try to quell its independent spirit.  If this was to

be mine, I must have some semblance of control.  With all of my

strength I seemed to be able to hold him to small twitches.  But

its strength amazed and fascinated me.  I proceeded to trace its

enormous expanse with my fingers, forgetting that this was not a

dismembered member.  After thoroughly memorizing the shaft I

hesitated and crept towards the tremendous glans.  Although the

shaft had been virtually as hard as a piece of steel, the glans,

so rosy and shinning before me, was just firm, soft and firm.  I

could gentle squeeze it and it would yield a little.  The one eye

appeared to tear just for me as it stared at me.



     As I finished tracing the glans around I decided to check

out the loosely hanging testicles.  They hung nearly six inches

below the ever-present and attentive dick, in a soft loose bag of

skin.  I had never felt balls before, so it was a puzzle when I

had trouble grasping them.  They felt like tennis balls made of

gelatin.  They were pliable and soft, yet turgid.  



     I must have spent a long time just playing with the enormous

equipment presented to me before I remembered that they were part

of a real live person.  I looked up.  Staring down at me were two

large sad eyes.  Then the eyes rolled back into his head, he

released a low moan of ecstacy and leaned over me.  He gentle,

but firmly, laid me back on the bed and began to trace my whole

body with his huge rough hands.  It was just too much for me. 

Not only could I not stand those scratchy hands, but I need no

preliminaries.  I was ready!  I think he was, too.



     I reached up and put my hands around his neck.  He paused. 

I whispered, "Fuck me, you big horse!"  He did not seem to

understand my request, but he did get on the bed, down on all

fours over me.  The bed protested, but stayed up.  



     The scene must have seemed ludicrous.  This giant, dark,

hairy ox-of-a-man on all fours covering this petit blonde

virginal-looking girl.  I extracted my legs from between his and

reached up to get them around his waste.  At the same time I

pulled myself up by my arms to hug him around the neck (I sure

didn't want to get kissed by him).



     He still didn't know what to do, but he was shaking like a

leaf.  The moans and groans spewed from his lips like water over

a dam.  Of course, I was shaking a bit myself, but I wasn't going

to let this moment get away.  



     Then he seemed to remember what he had seen, for the

continued to hold his stance and reach down with one hand to

again grasp his unbelievable staff.  He started trying to waggle

it around to find a place to put it, but I could see I was going

to have to help a little.  I pulled myself up higher with my legs

until I just felt the touch of his hot and, by now, sweaty penis. 

The instant I touched him, he froze.  Then he got up on his knees

with me trailing along.  He sort of stood there on his knees,

moaning and sweating.  The with his free hand, the other one was

trying to control the antics of his gigantic, flailing stanchion,

he reached around my back and pulled me closer to him.  I could

then feel that he had begun rocking his hips, slowly, yes,

definitely making actual fucking strokes, but he was missing the

point as I kind of sitting on top of his dick.  The motions were

graciously received by me as my clitoris was being royally

stimulated.  This was better than riding a horse.



     Gradually, his motions became heavier and more intense.  He

was working up a great lather pumping with his muscular haunches

supporting that majestic and imposing rod.  I wasn't sure, but

what he didn't think that this was all there was to it, but I

didn't think I wanted to be masturbated with that splendid

gorgeous penis right there!



     As I tried to talk Noah into waiting, I did what I could to

back away from his steadily stroking penis.  His motions were not

really under his own control, but he obviously thought I was

trying to get away, as he gripped be harder, almost too hard. 

But, thank goodness, nature took its course and his pelvic

thrusts became longer and longer.  



     Just at the right moment I pushed mightily away from him and

dropped a fraction of an inch.  That was a mistake, as his return

thrust caught me full.  He actually tried to stuff all eighteen

inches of that four inch monster in my tight little vagina at one

time.  Needless to say it didn't fit.  I cried out in sheer

terror, thinking he was going to rip me in two.  Whether it was

that or the fact the very tip of him stupendous penis had found

home, I don't know.  He was transfixed.  He stopped, looked down

at us, looked up, grunted and removed his steadying hand.  Very

gentle he reached both hands back to my gracefully rounded, pure

white bottom and held each buttock in his palm.



     His rock-hard cock, lodged against my involuntarily tightly

closed vagina, sent bolts of electricity shooting through me. 

This was it.  I moaned loudly and thrust my hips towards this

dauntless scepter to hasten his entrance.  Now the man knew

instinctively the time had come for some serious work.  He

rotated his hips so that his penis kind of slid around my labia. 

My juices had never stopped flowing, thank goodness, so this was

the perfect opportunity to lubricate his glans for the mad charge

ahead.  Again he placed his rigid cock's head on the now yearning

opening.  My continued thrusting gradually forced the tip of his

head to disappear inside my virginal cunt.  There was a momentary

twinge of pain, but that was more than offset by a marvelous full

feeling.  "A real man, at last, a real man," I thought.  Not one

of those wimpy little geeks.  This is what woman was made for.



     Now the man began to move again.  With some hesitation or

trepidation, I didn't know, nor care, I could feel his hips move

a short ways in, then out.  But I moved with him.  He was firmly

lodged, but it was going to take some effort to proceed further. 

I had serious doubts how long he was going to last, as he had

been putting up with a pretty suggestive show for a very long

time.  Personally, I had cum several time, but I was more than

ready for more.  Would he be?



     His moans became more pronounced as the determined humping

of his haunches increased in intensity.  Still no progress, but

the stimulation I was getting was heading me for another climax

anyway.



     His pelvic stabs had begun as strokes, maybe, a few inches

long, but as he appeared to gather courage and confidence they

grew longer and slower.  Slowly I felt his magnificent dick creep

in deeper by a fraction of an inch.  Then more.  



     But before his thrusts could bear much more fruit he seemed

to lose control.  His strokes approached six, then eight or ten

inches or maybe more.  All I could do was ride with them.  I

didn't think I could have taken it if I had been on the bed.



     Then with an unearthly moan he came.  The initial shot of

semen seemed to penetrate my very soul, a hot searing flood of

cum followed.  Was this his first time?  I wondered.  Everything

about this guy was superlative.  He just kept cumming and

cumming.  I reached down to feel his balls to see if I could

detect the end, but they were just as full as before.  Maybe I

couldn't tell that way.  



     Although I took his out-pouring with great pleasure, I had

hoped for more, I wanted another climax from this stud of the

first water.  Oh, ye of little faith.  



     After his momentous flood I expected his to pull out and

leave the way guys do, but he apparently wasn't through with me. 

He leaned over and gently laid me down on the bed, still enlodged

and still hard as steel.  With a grunt of satisfaction he began

his ministerings to me again.  The stallion wanted to take me for

another ride!



     With utter elation I grasped him around the neck again, re-

clutched his full loins and waited for the onslaught.  Again he

started gently, with his short strokes.  I tried to extract him

on his up stroke so he would have momentum on his down, to no

avail, I was stuck and just rode with him as he went up.



     The frustration at only being able to invade a few inches

sent the man into a frenzy.  His still pulsing penis was poised

to fully penetrate my body.  His horse-stabs grew longer.  



     Then a wondrous thing happened.  He moved in me again.  The

added lubrication of his cum, assisted us where my meager oilings

would not suffice.  His pelvic motions definitely were bearing

fruit.  



     As he poured his whole being into each monstrous stab, I

slowly, juicily and with obvious relish, absorbed more and more

of the incredible staff.  



     His plunges had met my involuntary resistance.  Mentally, I

tried to open as wide as possible, I wanted his whole being

inside of me.  After an amazingly short time; however, the

resistance lessened.  



     It was the final lunge at the end of a superb foot-inch

stroke that did the trick.  We both emitted muffled cries when

his immense penis finally thrust home.  Together we froze in

seemingly amazement.  I just had time to catch my breath when he

began again.  This time I didn't have to ride with him, I could

go "against" him.  He filled me to the hilt.



     His flailing thrusts were rewarded with the delicious,

lubricated sliding of his gorgeous vein-studded, flaming penis in

my creamy pink vagina.  Although my delicate pink clitoris was

seemingly waiving in the breeze of his motions, I could care

less.



     Once again this superb stallion-of-a-man found renewed

energy.  Giving a cry of pleasure and he redoubled his efforts. 

As the fantastic, scintillating penis slipped deeper into me, I

arched my back and groaned, "My god!"  Over and over he drove his

glorious penis deeper into me and with each stroke both of us

grunted in unison.  As his strokes approached ten inches in

length the penetration by his spectacular organ was very nearly

complete.



     And then, with a huge flash, the world exploded.  With one

magnificent plunge the man came with a heart-wrenching shriek. 

My response was not muffled this time.  As he struggled to unload

his wad into me my whole body stiffened and once again I went

into a spasmodic orgasm.  His testicles boiled up and erupted

their contents inside of me until I could practically taste it. 

I never had a chance to wonder where it all came from, and surely

didn't care, as long as I was the recipient.  All I know is that

his hot sticky semen continued to spew and spurt inside of me for

what seemed like eternity.



     Now all we had to do was wait for the jury to count the

ballots, for Noah and I had already voted.



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