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John Silver had a long dong. I mean he had a really long dong! The result of a genetic birth defect, it was over 30' long! He wrapped it around his body, up his chest and back down again, several times, like a spool of wire. He wore tight-fitting underwear to hold it in place. He avoided erotic thoughts and fantasies in public, for he bulged out like the Michelin Man whenever he did. He had occasionally considered getting it surgically shortened to, say, a more manageable 12 to 15 inches, but the idea of shortening one's cock seemed, well, bizarre.
Despite his gift, he had never been laid. He had never had the guts to make an advance toward a woman, fearing her reaction when things got intimate.
He even went so far to get into a freelance writing career so that he could work from home and not have to go to a 9-to-5 job.
However, that didn't mean he stayed homebound his whole life. One Friday night, he was in his neighborhood watering hole. He never went there looking to get lucky -- he actually avoided women whom he caught checking him out from a distance.
He had just finished his beer and had gone to the men's room. As he came out, a woman ambushed him by the door and asked, "Is it true that you don't like women?"
"Uhm, huh?" is all that he could say. Checking her out, she was really cute. She was a redhead with short straight hair and big brown eyes, and she was a little shorter than he was. She looked hot in a plain white blouse and tight jeans.
"I've been watching you," she went on, "and I can tell you're not gay."
"I, er, well," he continued his end of the dialog.
"So what's your story?" she persisted.
"I, uhm," he continued keeping the discourse alive.
"Listen, I'm an egalitarian girl. Why don't you buy me a drink, and I'll buy you one? Deal?"
"I guess so," he replied his first coherent statement to her.
"Good," she answered putting her arm around his waist, then shrieked, "Oh my!"
Every head at the bar turned at her outburst.
Feeling his face turn beet-red, he answered, "It's nothing. I -- uhm -- excuse me," and pulled away from her to leave.
"Oh no! You're not going anywhere until you tell me what that is!" She rubbed her hand up his back, under his arms, and down his chest. Despite his best efforts, he got so hard, and felt himself inflating like the Michelin Man. He knew that she felt it too.
"Oh! My! God!" she stepped back grabbing his arm.
"I'm -- I'm -- I'm sorry," he stammered and tried to pull away from her again.
"I don't think you have anything to be sorry for; except for hiding from me these past few weeks that I've seen you in here and you've ignored me."
"Please," he begged, "I don't mean to be rude, but I think I should go now."
"Fine with me!" she answered. Without releasing his arm, she reached for a coat on a table by the men's room door. "My coat's right here. Let's go! By the way, my name's Kim."
"Nice to meet you, Kim. I'm John." Resigned to his predicament, and even slightly elated to be going home with a woman for the first time in his life, he escorted Kim out of the bar to his car. He opened the door for her and helped her in, then got in the driver's side. John was hard the whole way home being that Kim couldn't keep her hands off him.
At one point, she said to him in the car, "Please understand, John, that I don't normally do this."
"Do what?" he asked.
"You know -- go home with guys I just met."
"Yeah, I understand," he answered.
"I'm sure you do," she replied with a grin.
Once up in his apartment, she really turned on the aggression. "Want me to show you around?" he asked.
"I just want you to show me what you got under there!" she answered still pawing and kneading his chest.
He led her into his bedroom, and took off his denim shirt. His undershirt looked like a flimsy tarp over a wound up coil of hose.
"Don't stop now!" she urged.
He pulled his undershirt up over his head and his long dong flopped down to his waist.
"Holy shit!" she screamed. "Let me see the rest! Please!"
Scared shitless for getting naked in front of this strange woman, he pulled his pants down and then his underpants. At that, his dong flopped and unwound to his feet.
"I'm in heaven! I think I'm going to faint!" she gasped. She waked up to him, raised her chin to his, and then asked, "Do you want the honors?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" he asked.
"C'mon! Don't keep a lady waiting!" she urged as she raised her arms straight up over her head and waited.
In a flash of understanding, he lifted her white blouse and pulled it up over her head. He could see her nipples rock-hard through her bra. "That's next," she urged, catching his eye.
"Uhm, how?" he asked.
"You don't know?" she exclaimed.
"Uhm, no. Sorry."
She reached over her head and unsnapped her bra and handed it to him. Then she kicked her shoes off, pulled her jeans down, and pulled her panties down and off.
As he was standing there gawking at her, she finally pointed to the bed next to which they were standing and asked, "Is that your bed?"
"Yes," he answered and sat on it.
She slid her butt over his legs and sat on his lap. After the briefest hesitation, their lips met and began kissing and sucking and exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. As they were kissing, he felt her grab his dong and knead it with her hand.
A few moments later, she pushed him down on the bed on his back, fell down on top of him, rolled to her side and pulled his mouth to one of her nipples.
Taking his cue, he began sucking on the nipple, making it even harder than it had been already. A few minutes later, she pulled back and switched nipples.
A little after both her nipples had been well sucked, she crawled up to his head and swung a leg over his head. Then she gently lowered her red muff onto his face, pressing her pussy tightly to his mouth. "Suck my cunt! Make me come!" she demanded.
He had no idea what to do, so he started licking. It tasted really gamy, and was really moist. He stuck his tongue in one large opening that was drenched in wetness, then licked up until he came to a bump where the folds of skin seemed to come together.
"Oh yes! Lick my clit! Don't stop!"
He continued licking the lump that was, presumably, her clit. He could feel himself getting harder and harder.
"Oh my God!" she yelled again. "Your cock is doing an impression of the Saint Louis arch!"
He could feel his cock so hard that it was jutting straight up from his pelvis and arching out over his legs and back down to the floor, where it went on to do a pretty good impression of a pressurized fire hose throbbing around the perimeter of the room.
A moment later, as he continued licking and sucking her clit, she started bouncing and quaking while sitting on his face. He continued sucking and licking until she finally fell forward on him.
"That was pretty good. Now it's your turn."
He was lying there under her, staring up at the ceiling from between her thighs with her cunt in his nose and her ass cheeks directly over his head.
Her face was staring right into his crotch and he felt her grab his cock and reel it in, all 30' of it, until she had the head of his cock in her hand.
"I've been told that I'm pretty good at taking it all down my throat, but this might be a challenge," she laughed.
.... There is more of this story ...