It is uncanny how often things happen with my group here which parallel – in timing and substance – what FemdomU’s Dommes are writing about.  This is the story of another, just before Thanksgiving.

I originally started this a couple days after it happened, thinking I’d keep it short; but I got so hot in remembering and writing that I had to summon krissi and jeff, who was at the house helping with a project, to get me off.

Actually, I originally didn’t think I’d write at all because the first several hours were just us girls (and our fuck toy) but I decided to  because the toy wanted to stay into evening, our boys began filtering in, and then because afterwards I read Miss Autumn’s piece on small cocks and Mistress Annie’s provocative one on being satisfied  (should I say “hammered?”) by a real man, seemed this would be a fitting companion.

Because krissi and jeff interrupted my “thought process,’ this was first delayed, then delayed again by the holidays, and inevitably other things, etc.  So now I’ll finish, at length.  I apologize for being so tardy.

Please pardon interjected notes.  The magazine being the training aid it is, I’ve chosen to use them to help set context.

Background:

– Mollie and Karen joined a local nudist organization 2 summers ago.  It embraces smaller groups focused on particular interests, kinks, etc., e. g. CFNM, swinging … I understand all are by invitation.  Mollie, tony, Katie and kevin were invited to join the swingers at one of the “party cove” events on the lake last summer.

– they’ve met and fucked a number of couples.  Mollie said that numbers of the guys are well-hung (she says “very nice.”).  Anyway, this particular couple has a son, introduced to Mollie.  She checked him out.  24YO, 6′ 2″, 215lbs, handsome … so she invited him out to her place (a couple doors up from me), telling him it would be (quoting one of my (actually krissi’s) sayings) a “target rich environment”; that he’d have more pussy within arm’s reach than he’d ever imagined.

– Mollie had asked to borrow a large iron skillet for Thanksgiving.  I swung by with it about 2PM on that Tuesday.  The driveway was full, including a red Corvette (none of us have one).  Other cars belonged to the Ladies’.  Inside, they were all there, except Jeannie.  I asked Mollie, “were you not inviting me?”  She replied “I knew you were coming by.

– being 2 days before the holiday, schools were out so our teachers could be there, and our husbands were still at the office.

Everyone was seated in Mollie’s large family room and chatting.  I came in and stood behind the large, overstuffed couch facing the fireplace.  Everyone was clearly expecting a pleasant surprise and seemed to have no idea what it was, except for the Corvette.  Except for Jeannie, who I was told later was at another friend’s place, I was the last to arrive.

When I came in, Mollie exclaimed, “OK” and immediately went down the hall and returned with a statuesque young man, in a very undersized bathrobe (one of Tony’s).  Blond.  Blue-eyed.  Broad shouldered. Looked like a swimmer; particularly with the robe stretched to barely cover.  She led him to the center, had him step up on the hearth and introduced him, “Ladies, this is Christopher” then untied and removed the robe.

OMG!!  24YO, 6 foot-plus, probably 220 lbs, trim and tight, and the biggest flaccid cock I’d ever seen first-hand, cut (I prefer the appearance of cut cocks … love that engorged-to-popping and shiney glans), looking straight at the floor, humongous cockhead, slightly pointed, and really fat!  Plus, what was even more impressive: huge balls – like walnuts – the sac hanging almost to the cockhead.

Obviously, all eyes were on it!  It was close to a foot long and over 2 inches thick.

The boy lacked no confidence, grinning broadly.  Handsome!!  Fit.  Magnificent cock!!!

I moved instinctively to the end of the couch.  Mollie told him to introduce himself.  He stepped off the hearth and came first to me.  In think he said hi.  I may have too, while staring at the cock, bouncing as it dismounted the hearth, then swinging toward me.  I went to my knees … just had to; instinctive – took hold of and raised the cock … with both hands.

Heavy.  Huge.

[sidenote: I have a relatively small mouth.  Worse – something weird in my pregnancy, years ago – the condyls of my jaw resorbed.  Completely.  So, I struggle to open my – already smallish – mouth widely.  krissi is all I can manage.  He’s not small but no monster like this Christopher.

Now, my throat is conditioned; gag reflex tamed long ago.  Heather Brooke was my idol and I sought to match her skills: effortless deep-throating of long cocks and an absolute love (preference) of anal sex.  The dirtier the sex, the better, and even more so in the company of like-minded people.  So, as long as I can get the cock in my mouth and avoid scraping it with teeth, I swallow it and lick the balls]

At that instant, I just had to have Christopher in my mouth, right then.

I licked the head, then the shaft, kissed a testicle, licked it. then put the head as far into my mouth as I could.  He responded nicely.  In a moment I knew I’d not be able to suck him.  Just too big.

Gosh, was it beautiful!!

Frequent readers know that my group seldom wear underwear.  This day was no exception.  I was wearing a pleated Highland plaid skirt and buttoned white blouse.

My nipples were hard almost instantly, and showed the way I like them to.

I stood, looked up into his eyes and said, pleadingly, “please fuck me!”

[Sidenote 2: I replied to one of Miss Autumn’s posts a while back that I could be dominant or submissive, depending on the situation.  This one called for submission.  I just wanted that huge cock to fill me.]

He pinched my nipples.  My pussy was sopping already.  I could smell myself.  Shameful?  No; glorious!!

He bent slightly to kiss me, tore open my blouse in one strong tug, pinched the bare nipples, pushed me to the end of the couch, face-down over its padded armrest, then stepped behind me, spreading my ankles with his feet.

Rita was seated at that end of the couch so I was face-down in her lap.  She reached over and pulled up my skirt, exposing my bare bottom for our audience, then wriggled out from beneath my face.  I could smell her too.  All the Ladies were readying themselves quickly!  Katie was at the opposite end of the couch, had stood and was removing her blouse.  The others were also undressing while crowding around Christopher and me to get the most intimate closeup views possible.

[sidenote 3: My Dommes compete with each other to see who is the most complete woman, the most wanton and filthy slut.  It’s SOP to use boys for urinals and everyone has learned to enjoy and master anal sex.  We all look for opportunities like the one presenting that afternoon: to host a massive monster cock in all our holes.  Our butts are plugged much of the time, for conditioning, to be ready.  The standard “maintenance” plug is the Snug Plug, size 7 – about the size of a Campbell’s soup can – so while Christopher would go deep and might be a challenge, we all were as ready as possible.  I was confident.]

Christopher put his fingers in me. “No!; please fuck me.  Fuck me now!”

He took hold of and wiggled the plug, noticing it had an on-off switch, so he turned it on.

Mmmmm!

I felt him swipe the growing cockhead between my lips and then, immediately, enter me.  Not in one plunge but balls deep in 2 or 3.  Janice and Terri supported my chin to raise my head, arch my back, orient my cunt for deep penetration.  I stood on tippy-toes to get some clearance off the rest and incline my pelvis.  The girls handled my tits.  Those massive balls swatted my clit.

OMG!!  I gasped.  “Oh God yes!! … Love it!!   Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!  Faster!!  Harder!!

He wasn’t fully hard for a couple thrusts.  But he was so huge.  I was being really stretched.  Fantastic!!

The girls cheered him on, “Fuck her!  Fuck her!  … Hard!!”

They all stripped naked in those few moments, ran hands over him and me, pinching nipples – mine and their own, and fingered themselves.

Wands appeared; apparently pulled from nearby drawers (we all know each other’s houses) and were promptly put to use; the room filling with that pleasant buzzing sounds and the intoxicating aroma of sex.

I orgasmed for the first time in maybe a minute or two, shaking and draining heavily down the side of the armrest.

He pulled me up, without leaving my cunt, lifted my knee and foot, continuing to thrust in shorter strokes.  I could feel that massive firm corona stroking my canal, stretched around it.  Fantastic!!  Then he lifted my leg between us, leaning against me, pushing my butt onto the rest and turning me over.

He was handling me.

[sidenote 4: IMO, this is one of the most appealing advantages of a big cock: shifting positions doesn’t mean it must be withdrawn from you or falls out.]

Once I was facing him, he lifted both my legs and I gripped him with them, around his waist.  He now began thrusting deeper, bouncing my weight against his hips, and carried me around to the couch’s front, where Rita had been sitting.  He laid me down – my head against the backrest but my back on the seat, butt and pussy at the edge.  He gripped and raised both ankles over my head, leaning forward slightly, steadily increasing his pace.  A girl took each one of my ankles, to help.  Terri sat down beside me, propping up my head with a couch pillow so I could watch the cock repeatedly impale me.  So arousing!!  Of course, she also wanted that prime ringside seat to watch it too (and be positioned to be next).

I’d left a wet streak over the armrest and Terri was wetting the cushion where she sat so Mollie gathered and threw towels to us, admonishing, “don’t let all that soak into the leather.”

[sidenote 5: after my first turn, when standing up again (standby for more later), I could feel that hamstring, and also my butt, from when he’d lifted my leg to turn me … definitely gonna change the fitness regime to reduce any risks of injury while continuing to fuck youngsters like him.  And I’ll tell ya’, I’ll rearrange heaven and earth to fuck him again.]

He leaned forward, bracing an arm against the couch, and really went to town.  The expression “fuck her lights out” is so apropos.  Mine were glazing over.  In contrast, my titty headlights were pointing at the ceiling.  Hands felt and pinched them.   I love my obtrusive nipples.

Because Christopher had leaned over slightly, on top of me, the ladies’ views were a little obstructed.  Terri had to bend slightly to see the balls slap against my ass so she, and several others all told him to straighten up, to hold onto the armrest and or also my hips – to give himself more complete freedom of motion without sacrificing leverage.  Terri told him to pull back enough so we could all see the cockhead – now swollen to bursting and shining wet – and then to hammer me as hard as he could … all the way, to slap my ass hard with those balls.

“Give her full strokes.”

And boy, did he …

Katie, who’d grabbed her phone from her purse, was videoing and told me afterwards that she almost climaxed from watching, that his balls were like wrecking balls slapping against me.   They felt like it.  Fantastic!!  I love low-hanging balls.  They’re so manly.  And them slapping against our bodies is so arousing … defies description.

I watched that massive cock pulling out and then plunging out of sight.

OMG!  What a feeling!!  To be so filled!  Those massive balls slapping me … being truly fucked by a young stud.  A fantasy coming to full life right in front of my eyes, and bottom-to-top in my cunt!!

I didn’t last but a couple more moments.  My thighs shook, I orgasmed again; believe I cried out.

The girls told me afterwards that it was arousing not just to watch but also listen, that when he drove into me I exhaled as if the cock was squeezing air from my lungs …

But Christopher didn’t stop.

Then the girls interrupted, “that’s it; you’ve had your’s, who’s next?”  Terri pushed Christopher’s chest away and that humongous cock sprang free of my dripping cunt, bouncing like a pert spring!

I was semi-conscious, and the girls helped guide me down the couch, turning off my butt plug.  Basically, Terri and I just swapped positions.  But I was in no shape to assist her as she had me.  Mollie grabbed a towel to clean up.  I was leaking like a sieve.

Then she said to him, “don’t you cum.  When you get close, tell us.  We want to see it cum.  So, you pull out and shoot onto the girl you’re fucking.”

He replied to her; something instantly forgettable – that magnificent cock pointed at its next conquest – and I thought, “just shut up and fuck us.”

Terri took the same position I had.  Janice and Mollie raised and held her ankles.  Katie moved in next to her – where Terri had been while I was being fucked – so she could get intimate up-close footage.  Terri looked at her and remarked, “oh, Katie!” to which Katie immediately replied, “Yes, Terri, we don’t’ want jeff to miss seeing this, now do we? … and I want to be close this time to get good audio, those wrecking balls splattering all that cunt sap.”

Then she unceremoniously directed, “OK, Mister Cockmaster, pound her!”

He wasted no time.  Terri moaned loudly, exhaling.  “Beg him, Terri,” cried Rita, “Beg him to fuck you hard.  Tell him how much you love his cock!”  Janice and Mollie spread her ankles apart as far as they could.

Katie needed her hands to video and asked for the clothespins Mollie keeps in drawers around this room.  Rita gave her a handful and she put one on each of Terri’s nipples, and also on her’s, and then she tried to put some on Terri’s labia.  She managed on the lip nearest her but not the other side.  The cock was already doing its work vigorously!!

Looking casually at Terri, Katie said, “We’ll see how long those stay in place.”

“I’ll knock ‘em off! he said.  All of us smiled at each other as he took Terri’s legs from the girls, hugging them to his sides for better leverage and to keep the thrusts from driving her head into the back cushion.  Then he really started hammering her.

I was regaining a little composure, stood and grabbed a towel.  Standing made me drain even more.  I walked to Mollie who had moved behind the couch, above Terri’s head while Terri pleaded, almost whimpering, for the fucking of her life.

I told Mollie, “I want it in my ass.”   She semi-smiled and replied “you and me both.”  (Not surprising because it’s Mollie we all think has a G spot in her ass.)  I said, while trying to button my torn-open blouse, I’m gonna run home for a second.  I’ll be right back.  I have to get ready.”

[sidenote 6: it was mid-afternoon, just a little later than 2:30.  Taking a pile driver like Christopher a foot deep in my ass would inevitably pull down some dirt.  Presumably the others were like me: butts plugged since morning, so to prevent a mess, preps were essential.  And not just a little syringing – perhaps adequate for a quicky with an average cock, but not this time!  He was going to go deep and since orgasms would come more slowly, sessions would last longer.  We’d take many more thrusts up our asses than he’d need to bring us OT as we all were – to climax in our cunts.  Prep was essential.

She replied, “no need, the bag’s hanging already in the master bath.  Charise is already up there.  She’ll show you where to find a syringe and also lube.  Go get your butt ready!”

Great!!  As I said, Mollie’s an ass queen.  So I removed my disheveled clothing, placed my shoes along a baseboard, folded the skirt and blouse on top, and went upstairs.

It took me about a half hour.  Terri and Janice came in while I was there.  Both were a little shaky on their feet; but everyone wanted to get butts ready for a backdoor go on that wonderful cock.

When I got back, Christopher had cummed.  Rita described it for me: all over my tummy, tits, face, and hair; the first rope reaching the top of the couch’s back cushion.  She said that Mollie had taunted him, that when he pulled out, announced he was close, and began stroking, she’d bent over – from her position standing behind the couch, facing him – and layed her chin on the cushion, opening her mouth wide and saying, “here ya’ go, big boy, shoot it here!!”

Charise was sitting next to her on the couch.  “Charise didn’t let him stroke it.  She pushed his hand aside and took it in both hands.  It was sopping wet so she polished the head a little.  The head filled her hand!!  Just watching almost made me cum!  I’m sure all that on his cockhead made him release right then.”

Rita reached over to a desk and handed me a pill bottle which was there, “Here, we saved you some. … Gosh, it is so impressive!  It can really cum!!”

Mmmmm.  Christopher’s cum was good.  And really creamy.  Sweeter than our boys.   I made a mental note to speak with him about his diet.

[sidenote 7: as frequent readers also know, a cardinal principle of my group: CUMSERVATION!  Never a drop of cum ever goes to waste!  It is always consumed.]

At the moment I came downstairs, Katie was taking the cock.   She followed Charise.  So, Christopher had now made me, Terri, Janice, Rita, and now Charise cum more than once each and had cum only once himself.  Impressive!  A very good cock.

[sidenote 7: a second appealing advantage to big dicks: in my experience, they tend to last longer before cumming, even without Domme development.  Christopher was proving an excellent case-in-point.]

“Guess he’s kept it up,” I said.  Rita replied, “The moment he came, while it was still pulsing, Charise went down on it.  He never went soft.  … His cum is good, isn’t it?”

Rita was on the way to a 2^nd when he came.  After the girls divided up the cumshot, she said she wanted to change position, on her side with him behind her.  Charise had kept him hard so there was no delay.  Not that the task was difficult.  After all, he was surrounded by a room full of naked MILFs with dripping cunts, all wanting more.

I remarked that that position must have offered everyone a great view and she said that she thought it had, that we’d see on Katie’s video.  She added that she loved watching the girls watch her and watch Katie video her hole taking a foot-long cock: a real turn-on.

Katie was next.  Mollie took over as videographer.  I asked Rita, “do you think he’ll hurt her?”

Katie’s barely 5’ 2” tall. That cock will reach halfway to her shoulders …

Katie was bent over the armrest as I had been.  Mollie had come around to sit beside her and play with the tits, which still had clothespins on nipples. Mollie tugged on them a little and Katie bucked as she came for the first time.

Rita went upstairs and I stepped over and squatted alongside Christopher, who wasn’t slowing down.  I wiped two fingers-full of Katie’s cunt juice and stepped around and placed them in her mouth.  She quickly cleaned them and so I did it again for her.  I did it a 3^rd time but this time lubed her butthole and stuck them in ..,. guess she’d not been plugged or had already removed it.  Her pretty little pucker – now glistening – stared right at him

“Like the DP, Katie?” I asked.  She nodded (I think) but didn’t reply.  Mollie was tugging on the nipples pretty hard.

Christopher asked, “DP?”

Well now, a little inexperience showing,  I answered, asking, “do you think you’d like it?, swapping holes back and forth with another guy?”   He didn’t answer immediately.

Instead he picked up Katie and swung her around as he had me.  She’s one of our gym rats; so: no sweat.  She didn’t instinctively wrap her legs around him but several of us told her to.  She did.  She’s maybe 105 lbs.  Tiny.  He began bouncing her clear of his hips and then she crashed back, impaling herself on that fabulous stick.

I remarked, out loud, “Goodness, Katie; that cock has to be up under your ribcage.  We’re gonna’ start calling you “Half Cunt” because half of you’s got to be nothing but cunt.  A bottomless hole.”

No reaction, as you’d expect; she was off in sexual bliss.  Her attractive breasts, nipples like erasers, bounced hard.

She clung to him – arms around his neck and legs around his waist, her head slumping slightly against him – for dear life as her eyes rolled back in her head and she came again.  He didn’t slow; fucked her hard right through it.  She whimpered loudly and then could no longer hold on with her legs.

The spectacle made clear that he wasn’t hurting her, at all!

Christopher literally poured her onto the couch – a rag doll still feeling the aftershocks, sopping cunt wetting the cushion.

Later Katie was almost delirious in praising Christopher and the cock; that this was absolutely the best fucking she’d ever had.  She texted Jeff to tell him to get here quick; that she’d just had the best fuck of her life.  To me, she went on that she would ask Chrisopher’s parents if he might join them sometimes … to service her, of course.  I mused that that could be awkward, and she replied, “oh, I don’t know.”

[sidenote 8: the comment makes me again wonder what exactly is the nature of the relationships among the swingers group she and kevin, and Mollie and tony, are part of; and why no one else from our group has been invited to join too … Hmmmm … I’m gonna’ explore this more over the coming months.]

Mollie then asked me, “when will krissi be here?”

“I don’t know.  Is he supposed to be?”

“Didn’t you call him?”

“No; was I supposed to?”

“Yes.  I guess while you were upstairs, I asked Christopher if he could stay for the evening, and he can, so we’ve told the boys to get here as soon as they can.  She (pointing at Katie) called Jerry (Katie’s bull) too and he said he’d try but maybe not till near 7. … we need Jerry, josh, patrick, and krissi … you should call Bull2 too.  We need the bigger cocks.  It’ll be great DP.   DC’s (Mollie’s “foot-long” BBC) out of town for the holiday.  Plus, have you seen the video Terri found recently? The one where the gal’s sitting in a guy’s lap, taking him in her butt while she has her cuck eat her out?  I’m gonna do it with Christopher and tony when he gets here.  I may not have the patience, tho’, and may do it with whichever of them shows up first.  It’ll be so intense with all of you watching.  Then we can switch out, like we did already …”

[sidenote 9: readers: you get a sense of the monster I created …]

Last came Mollie.  More of the same except she didn’t stop at 2 orgasms, instead commanding, “fuck my ass.”

[Sidenote 10: Mollie had gone last on purpose.  She’d admitted to me earlier: what she most wanted was that gorgeous cock in her ass.  And it went without saying, that once fully worked up, orgasmic, she wanted it immediately.]

She had him pull out and stand; then dropped to her knees to deep-throat the huge cock, wetting it generously, then got on the couch on her back, same position as mine and Terri’s.  Janice removed her plug – she was wearing an inflatable.  Janice didn’t take time to chase down the bulb.  Instead she simply spit on the pucker, worked it around the neck a little, and then pulled it out.  She warned Mollie, “I’m just pulling it out.”  Then joined me to hold her legs.  Christopher watched this with interest, then entered her.  A little.  The stretched asshole was still tighter than the pussy.  She rebuked him, “Come on, boy, fuck my ass.  Now!!  Stick it in me!!  NOW!!”

He pushed harder; still not all the way.  “That’s better,” she said, “Give it all to me.  I wanna feel those balls!!”

And off he went.

“Fuck me, boy.  Fuck me good!”

“Boy, that feels great!!  Fuck harder!!”

She was a sight, body shuddering, tits bouncing, every time his hips slammed against her bottom.  “Oh, yes …. Oh yes …. Yes!!,” she cooed.

We had him pull all the way out a couple times so we could check out her gaping hole.  (I was tempted to measure, like we do the boys; but didn’t want to interrupt the cadence, to possibly prejudice the no-holds-barred atmosphere we’d created.)  And then he plunged right back in, and pounded away, his wrecking balls slapping audibly against her butt.

In a few moments, as Mollie went off into 7^th Heaven (she DOES have a G-spot in her ass) Christopher announced that he was again getting close.  Mollie said something, almost inaudible.  Janice said she wanted him to cum in her butt.  So, that’s what we did.  And he filled her pretty good.

So, phase 2 of the “girls only” portion of the afternoon –anal sex, had begun.  As was to be expected, climaxes came less frequently and so the fucking would go on for longer.

With all this in mind,  I thought Christopher could use a short break.  He’d been fucking for over an hour, had cum twice, and had been slick with sweat much of the time.  He didn’t object.  Janice, moving quickly, as if to claim a prize (which it is!!), said that she’d keep him hard.  I said no; that we’d let him relax for a few, adding “and then I’m going to have it in MY ass.”

Janice didn’t let me stop her.  She started the blowjob anyway, eagerly cleaning his cock, fresh from cumming in Mollie’s asshole.

“You’re such a dirty slut, Janice!  But seriously, give him a break!  It’s not even 4 PM  and we want him going strong for hours yet.  I’d bet the boys won’t get here till for at least another hour.

Terri came from the kitchen with a queening chair and coffee cup saucer Mollie’d sent her for.  Mollie then rolled off the couch, taking care to retain the cum in her ass, sat on the chair, placing the saucer to catch the cum and then let it flow.  Quite a bit flowed out quickly.

Janice quit sucking Christopher’s cock and he sat down on the hearth, legs splayed open in typical man-sit fashion.  Cock glistening and still rock hard.  “You put a nice load in her ass,” I gestured toward Mollie.  Christopher smiled.  “That’ll make a nice snack for a boy when he gets here.”

“Seriously, Chris …”

He interrupted me, “It’s Christopher.”

Well, excuse me, I thought, then immediately recalibrated myself.  A cock like that can be called anything it wants.

“Seriously, Chrisopher, that’s a lot of cum.  I was told this is your 2^nd load this afternoon.”  He just looked at me.  “Was the first larger than this?

“Oh yes, definitely!” he affirmed.

“Wow!  We could put you to great use around here, anytime you can come.  Let me show you something.”

[Sidenote 11: I’m simultaneously thinking that I got shortchanged with only the little bit of his cum the girls collected for me in that pill bottle.  But guess I should be grateful they didn’t eat it all.]

I went to the coffee table where Mollie had the book – the one with pictures of our parties and events – and also the bar menu which of course features the boys, their cocks, and their production statistics alongside “COCKtail” recipes – our semenology offerings.

I continued with him, “You can see the boys’ loads are matched to recipes that best suit them.  Now, your cum is delicious!  Very sweet.  Our guests will enjoy it a lot.  And our pretty bartendresses will love milking you.  I guarantee you they’ll have never seen a cock like your’s. nor, in particular those gorgeous balls.  I really love them and they will too!.

I started thinking out loud: “Maybe for you we could set up a rotation … you have good stamina and reasonable control of the cock … you could fuck for 20 minutes then go to the bar, cum for the girls, then get another girl and fuck her for another 20 minutes, etc., etc.   No girl we know is going to turn down your cock.  You can have your pick.”

The collection in the saucer continued to grow, as Mollie drained.  It had over-topped the depression in the center, about a quarter inch up the bowl.  If a boy were here we’d have him suck it down then wipe it out with his tongue … get her cleaned up pronto and things moving along.

“That’s enough cum for a couple drinks and if you can do that 2 or more times every hour …”.  I trailed off.

“Let’s see …”. I remembered that Mollie likely had one of the small graduated cylinders we use to measure our boys’ loads in the kitchen so I hopped up to get it.  I was right.  She did.  As I returned I was very flattered that he watched my body closely.  I went to Mollie, still draining into the saucer, and bent over – the provocative straight-legged, bent at the waist, bend, feet spread shoulder width, butt pointed straight at him. It’d been years, no decades, since a 20-something stud like Christopher had gazed at me and I wasn’t missing the opportunity to show him everything and make sure there was no mistaking that I wanted to fuck, and fuck, and fuck.

I then knelt, telling Mollie I wanted to measure Christopher’s load, that we’d been discussing him being a guest cum-cow for us.  “I’m going to wipe you out,” I told her.  I inserted a finger into her butt; stretched it a little, then a second, spreading them apart as best I could to re-stretch her.  There was still measurable cum inside.  I wiped out what I could and scraped it off my fingers on the edge of the saucer.  It wasn’t an accurate measurement but would give us a decent estimate – a number anyway.

“you’ve still got cum in you, but this is taking all day.  I bet you’re coated all the way into the colon.   Can you try to push some of it out?”

She did.  I stretched her with my fingers while she pushed.  We got a little more out.

All this time I kept my ass pointed at Christopher, with knees spread.  I was being naughty and getting wet again.   I wanted to prime his pump to fill me the way he’d filled Mollie.

“I think that’s it.”  I picked up the saucer. She stood and pushed the chair aside. We both looked at the cum in the saucer.  “He says this load isn’t as big as the first.  The girls told me you taunted him and he almost shot you in the mouth.  How much bigger was it?”

She said, “Let’s measure it.  Off-handedly, I’d guess the first was more than twice this amount.  It was like 2 or 3 guys had cum on Rita.  She was covered.  And there was a lot in her hair that we couldn’t fully recover. … Yes; he really erupted.  Almost reach my mouth.  And look that’s over 3 ft high and 5 ft away from where he was standing.  It’s a darned good cock!”

So I whisked the cum into the cylinder, being careful to not have any residue clinging anywhere.

2.6 teaspoons!!

Goodness gracious!!

“You say the first was at least twice as large?” I asked Mollie.

“Yes, at least.  Goodness is right!”

We stepped over to the hearth where he was sitting.  The cock was slowly relaxing.  We both gazed at it.

Mollie said, “we should measure him.”  I agreed but not now and not flaccid.  We’d missed the opportunity for it.  He’d not be completely flaccid again this evening.  So, we agreed we’d measure him before he came again, when he was again swelled to bursting, after it had fucked a few assholes.

“Did you like my asshole, Christopher?” Mollie asked.  The smart aleck replied, “you just squeezed a half pint of my cum out of your ass and you’re asking?”

She didn’t miss a beat.  “It wasn’t a half pint, youngster.  It was 2 teaspoons.  Enough for one drink.  If you’re interested, we’ll help you double that, which will be essential if you’re to help with party favors here.  We frequently have a couple dozen ladies.  They’re not heavy drinkers but a drink every hour for 5 or 6 hours isn’t unusual.  This past summer there were 6 cocks.  Some have become heavy cummers.  So, you do the math to see how you might fit in.”

[sidenote 12: 24 ladies x 1 drink per hour for 3 hrs (zero for 2 hrs cool-down) = 72 drinks.  A rule of thumb is one drink per load.  Our boys are doing better than this but it’s a good rule.  This means 10 loads per boy per party – over the first 3 hours … a load every 20 minutes on average.  Obviously, this exceeds even our boy’s usual capacities.  So, we stock up in advance.  Cum can be retained in the fridge for short periods and we manage the menu so that drinks which require a fresh load are limited to numbers we know their cocks can support.  It’s all GREAT FUN: the cock development, the public milkings .. all of it!!]

Mollie continued, “As for liking assholes, that’s good; you’ve got 6 more to go, and maybe more.  Some of our friends are trying to make it by.  Plus numbers of us want that thing in us again.  Your discipline is decent and stamina OK, so far.  Your Mom has raised a good boy.  I’m sure she’s looking forward to a positive report from me.

Now, something I should have asked her when we first began talking about you, do you have a girlfriend?”

“Yes,” he said.

I reacted, “she’s a fortunate lass … speaking of lass, do you put it in her ass?”

“No.”

“Well, why not?  What’s her name?”

“Helen.”

“We want to meet her.” I said. “Do you swing with her?”

“Yes, of course.”

Well, I’ve likely gone on for too long.  This is a good stopping point.  Seems the longform recounting will take at least 3 segments.  Certainly time-consuming.  As I type, krissi’s come in and is at this moment is taking position to worship.

Mmmmm …. I’m gonna pay attention to him and enjoy that mouth!

More here when I get back to it.

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