Chapter 7

Although he is keeping both his lovers satiated, Justin is aware of his need to improve himself.

There is cost and reward, pleasure and pain as he grows.

School started.

I enrolled at the highschool near Jules’ house, just a kid with a couple of hundred other kids. Normal.

I didn’t like being away from Jules and Daria all day; Daria was at work anyway.

Jules dropped me off and picked me up in one car or another. I didn’t mix with the other kids much at first. Some guys tried to bully me and I laughed at them; really laughed, they seemed hilarious to me. Juvenile, powerless virgin boys who wouldn’t know a clitoris from an eyebrow.

Anyway, after that I was sort of popular. The new, mysterious, cool kid. I made friends but kept it casual.

I didn’t have time for them; I had two needy women at home.

Jules served me. And she loved it.

She cooked, cleaned, sucked my cock, massaged my back, rubbed my feet, and told me stories.

I loved it; I loved her. She had the time for me that my mother never did. Her home cooking was more than nutritious; it was true love. Providing, feeding, caring for us all.

We had sex on Wednesdays. Fucking Wednesdays, even now it’s my favorite day of the week.

I’d get home from school with my cock twitching, wondering what Jules would be wearing, what she had in mind for us this time.

Stockings and heels? Transparent nightgown, or a cocktail dress?

Whatever tantalizing thing she wore for me, the real excitement, the sexiest thing, what turned me on every time, was her face.

Her lust, her passion, her hunger for me. The tight little curl of her mouth when she was horny, and the glow in her eyes when she saw that I was too.

We never had a fast fuck; we made love. We were 16 and 68, age gap lovers.

Touching, teasing, kissing, licking, laughing, stroking, we delighted each other.

I was having sex with Daria every night except Wednesday. She was more beautiful, younger, sexier. I loved Daria too.

But On Wednesdays, I loved Jules more.

Her soft white hair in my hands and her sparkling blue eyes in my vision as my penis slid in and out of her pretty mouth. The way she sighed and cooed as I finally relented, and slid it into her tight old vagina, her hands on my ass as we screwed into the evening.

There was one goal, and that was for Jules to come. She always did, but sometimes it took hours. That was ok with me, because I enjoyed every minute of our coupling. It was what I liked; slow, sensual, gentle sex.

Jules preferred to sleep alone, Daria liked to sleep with me. Even on Wednesdays.

Daria wanted sex when she got home. Except on Wednesdays.

She normally got home at around seven, we would all eat together, maybe watch a movie if I didn’t have to study.

Movie nights were the best; I’d remove whatever Daria was wearing and lie on her naked, just touching. Feeling her smooth brown skin on myself, smelling her, tasting her from time to time. Her long legs would wrap around me, her arms too, and I was cradled, swaddled in sensual bliss.

Jules seemed to like watching Daria and I fool around. Sometimes she’d join us for a while, tickling my penis or sucking my balls during commercials.

We generally went to bed by 10.

It was all part of the game, a game we sank into deeper and deeper, things getting more and more weird as we all played our unscripted roles.

What I wanted, all I ever wanted, was touch. Naked, feminine touch, their skin against me, their affection. I liked to lie against them all the time, but Jules and Daria were soon bored and wanted to go do other things.

They liked it when it was a precursor to sex; kissing and fondling, sucking my young penis. And after fucking, it was ok for a while too. After I squirted one or the other of them full of semen, when they would start to fidget or look unhappy, I’d tell them to move along, as if it was what I wanted.

This lesson Joan had never taught me; I had to learn for myself. The trick to being the boss is to keep everyone happy.

Daria liked fucking.

She liked me to give it to her hard, just the bang-bang-bang. She had orgasms, and that was what she wanted.

I liked it better slow; prolonged excitement, touch, my cock hard, stimulated.

We sort of worked out a pattern that suited us both. I would fuck her hard until she came, then we would do it my way for a while, my cock stiff in her vagina as we sat upright and kissed. Then we would fuck again. She liked it in every possible position, and taught me some that defy written description.

But always with my penis in her vagina. She’d suck it to please me, and I went down on her too, but she liked to come, and she came when my cock was iron hard up her middle.

One Saturday morning, the three of us were in bed together; I was kissing Daria while Jules sucked my cock.

They didn’t really like 3-ways, but I did.

Anyway, Jules got her lips right to the base, and I could feel her throat constricting on the tip for a moment before she pulled up gasping.

“Did you see that, Daria?” she demanded excitedly, “I got it all the way in!”

“Well, it’s just a small one.” Daria said dismissively, “Have you ever got a big cock down your throat?”

“No, have you?”

“Yes.” Daria said, then clammed up. No one ever mentioned my penis size.

“Oh baby, don’t worry.” Daria said quickly, “You sure know how to use it.”

“So I hear.” I said, and the two women in bed with me were the proof of that.

“There are ways.” Daria said, “If you want to make it bigger.”

“Don’t be silly.” Jules said, “Those magic pills and potions are all nonsense, and besides, I think Justin’s little penis is wonderful just how it is.”

“What ways?” I asked.

“I don’t know exactly, my ex sister in law told me her old boyfriend Max did it, he has a huge one now.”

“Max? Fat Max?” Jules asked.

“You know him?” Daria responded

“Everyone knows Max.” Jules said.

“Did you ever fuck him, is he as big as they say?” Daria asked eagerly.

“No, I didn’t, but um; yes, he’s as big as they say.”

“So you saw it?” Daria pressed.

“More.” Jules teased.

“Held it? Tasted it?”

“Hey!” I interrupted, “What about me?”

They both clammed up, but I’d heard what I needed to know.

Daria went down on me while Jules straddled my face with her hairless old vagina.

I needed a big cock; more than a degree, more than a car or a house. I had to find this Max guy and ask him how he did it.

I pushed Jules off of my face, rolled her onto her back and fucked her as Daria lay next to us, running her fingers over my back and ass. I stopped for a moment as her finger tickled my ass, and then pushed in.

“Wow!” I gasped, because the sensation was wildly, unexpectedly exciting.

“What’s going on?” Jules inquired.

“I’m finger fucking his ass.” Daria informed her.

“Oh, how nice.” Jules said approvingly. “Go on Justin, see if you can hold out while she does that.”

Jules held my face and we kissed tenderly as I proceeded to ram my cock up her, while Daria worked her finger deep into my colon.

My balls fluttered, she was hitting some button in there, a bypass ejaculation switch. I tried to resist, but it was beyond my skill. I came hard into Jules old body, and she laughed happily and held my ass tight.

“I’ll go make some Danish.” Jules announced, sliding out from under me. “You two come eat when you’re ready.”

“Did you like that?” Daria asked, opening her legs invitingly.

“I’m not sure.” I answered, running my hand down her lovely brown torso to her damp vagina. “It made me lose control.”

“Exactly.” She said excitedly. I realized that she liked that, taking control from me. Making me come when she chose. The contest of wills as we each sought control.

She held my sticky hard cock in her hand as we kissed; then I took my revenge, fucking her hard as she screamed and came four times in twenty minutes.

Daria was my slave; my cock was the whip, and orgasm was what bound her.

Daria and I drove to San Francisco to find Fat Max. I had my license by then so we could share the driving.

He lived on the top floor or a large old house; he was short, fat, bald, and easy to talk to. He dressed oddly, in loose thin cotton whites, sort of pajama like.

Max had a gift for communication. He listened attentively when others spoke and answered in a deep steady voice. A few years later, I began emulating that. It’s been very useful.

He greeted Daria warmly; they obviously knew each other well.

We sat on weird seats without legs, so we were mostly on the rug. The décor was very retro-hippie.

“Are you two hungry? Tea, coffee?” Max asked hospitably. Daria told him we hadn’t eaten, and he called out “Olivia!”

A young woman with frizzy hair and large breasts came in, I thought she was Max’s daughter at first, she looked barely older than me. She smiled at us.

She looked a little stoned, her smile was a little bit euphoric. She wasn’t a very beautiful girl, but that smile was beautiful. She wore a kimono that was too small for her, stretched over her ample chest and only descending to her upper thigh. As well as her obvious assets, she had something sexy about her that was hard to define.

“Yes max?” she asked in a sweet voice.

“Bring us some sandwiches, and some tea.” Max said, slapping her playfully on her slightly large rear.

“Dinner will be ready in an hour or two.” Olivia informed him.

“Well small sandwiches then.” Max said, “No, bring us some of that chocolate cake.”

Olivia giggled and withdrew in a twirl of girly bounciness.

Max and Daria talked about people they knew, who had split up, gotten together, had kids, or whatever.

Olivia came in with small pieces of cake, big breasts, and her big smile. Joy oozed from every pore of the girl. Her big breasts were made to be admired and fondled, her waist was narrow and her rear large, round and strong. Her legs were short and sturdy. She was barefoot, without any makeup or jewelry. Just the smile, and she didn’t need more.

We ate our snacks, and then Max looked at me and asked if I needed anything.

He had a way of looking through a person, or pretending to. I was out of my depth; I didn’t know how to behave in this unfamiliar place with this strange person and his piercing stare.

At home, with my women, life was simple. I knew what everyone expected of me, understood my place. Daria and Jules took care of me, and I could pretend I wasn’t an ignorant 16 year old kid.

“Justin wants to know about penis enlargement.” Daria said, breaking the awkward moment.

“Ok, well you’ve come to the right place.” Max said confidently, “It’s no big deal, after dinner I’ll show you how it works.”

I sat in near silence as Max and Daria talked and laughed; Daria told him about our living situation, and Max grinned at me and nodded knowingly. Raising an eyebrow at me in an expression of respect.

Another woman appeared; fortyish, with tangled dark hair, a beakish nose, a fine fit figure, and a sort of precise posture. She looked at me curiously, her eyes dark and deep. There was something about her, mysterious and beautiful. Like she knew secrets too deep to tell.

“Irene, is dinner ready?” Max asked her.

“In a few minutes.” She said in a soft voice, deep for a woman. “I’m just waiting for Olivia to finish the rice.”

I saw Max’s face as he looked at Irene. He loved her; that was easy to understand. He was clearly involved with the young bouncy girl too.

Max might be a fat old hippie, but I had to respect him in return.

We ate, the food tasty but unfamiliar to me. There was no meat. Healthy fare, grains and vegetables it a mildly spicy sauce.

Daria sat close to max, and they continued their conversation through dinner, discussing Daria’s relationship with the guy she was with before she came to live with Jules and me. They seemed so serious, and I didn’t get it. She’d left him months ago, I’d been fucking her brains out six times a week, the guy was toast.

Irene pierced me with her piercing eyes, and asked me who I was. The next thing I knew, it was late and she knew everything about me.

Olivia just listened silently, managing to clear the table without her huge breasts getting in the way, bringing us more small pieces of cake, then larger ones after Max complained.

Max drank Vodka, Irene and Daria a little wine, Olivia and I only water.

“Olivia and Irene, take young Justin here and set him up with a tube, Ok?” Max said.

“You’re drunk.” Irene said neutrally.

“I am.” Max confirmed, “I need to help Daria though some issues, go on, hop hop.”

Everyone stood, it was around 10PM.

“Have fun, I’ll see you in the morning.” Max said to me, and he steered Daria through a door, holding her upper arm.

I looked at Irene and she shrugged; “It will be ok.” She assured me, “Olivia, you go get the kit while I get Justine ready.”

“Ready?” I asked nervously.

“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt much.” Irene said, “And we’ll all have a nice time together.”

She took my hand and led me into a large tiled bathroom.

She had an amazing figure; thin yet strong, her ass perfect, her face was slightly gaunt, with prominent cheekbones. I guessed she was around 40 but she could have been 10 years in either direction.

“Get undressed.” She told me.

Olivia came in, and they both watched me take my clothes off, looking a little amused.

“Oh!” Irene laughed kindly, “You have an erection. Just from thinking about it?”

“Um, yes. Well, the situation is a bit erotic, isn’t it?” I explained, naked on the tile floor with my penis standing straight out.

They didn’t appear to mind; I felt embarrassed and excited at the same time. I smiled at Irene, then Olivia.

“We need to shave the hair away.” Irene stated, turning to a cabinet to take out necessary items, “Darling, measure him.”

Olivia grinned and her face reddened a bit as she knelt down and put a ruler against my pelvis.

“Is this as big as it gets?” she asked as she measured.

“Maybe it gets a little bigger if it’s handled.” I suggested hopefully.

“Go on.” Irene instructed her, “Give him a little tickle, Olivia.”

Olivia rolled her eyes in a comic display of exasperation, sighed loudly, then took my cock in her hand.

Her hand was cool on my burning penis, I stood there with my hands behind my back, enjoying our game, enjoying the touch of the sexy young woman.

“Oh, he likes that.” Irene whispered, “Is he very hard?”

Olivia squeezed me in her little fist, “Yes; you should check yourself.”

Irene’s elegant hand reached for my cock; no color on her close cut nails I noted. Irene was a natural beauty who didn’t use any artifice.

She raised her eyebrows as she squeezed me. “Hmmm.” She said, “You’re right, a very erect erection. Measure and shave him darling.”

“Just under five long and three inches around.” Olivia announced.

“How big do you want to be?” Irene asked as Olivia put shaving gel on my thin pubic hair.

“I don’t know.” I said, “How big can I be?”

“Well, Max is around eleven inches.” Irene said, “To be honest, I think he’s gone too far. Some women find that uncomfortable.”

“What about you?” I asked.

Irene smiled; “I’m used to it.” She said. “Ok, here’s the truth; it’s not as important as the rest of a man. If you don’t know how to use it, a bigger tool won’t help you.”

“And if I do know how to use it?” I asked as Olivia held me tightly, pulling me to one side as her razor slid across my groin.

She just nodded silently, watching her girlfriend work.

Olivia rinsed me off with the showerhead, washing the detritus down the drain. Then we all filed into another room, a large bedroom without much in it but a large bed.

I looked at their faces; they seemed amused, a little bit excited. Or was I just projecting?

“So, you’re sixteen.” Irene mused, “I’ve never done this with anyone so young. Lie down on the bed, penis up. I wonder if this is even legal?”

“I’m above the age of consent.” I informed her.

“That’s for sex.” She said, “You’re naked and excited, you’re a good looking boy Justin, but just to be clear, we’re not going to be doing that.”

“I only have sex with Max.” Olivia added.

“Do you trust us, Justin?” Irene asked.

“Yes.” I said.

“Why?” Irene asked, sitting next to me on the bed and nodding to Olivia.

These two women were strangers. They offered me the dream; I didn’t completely believe in it. I trusted them, simply because they were so beautiful. I only realized later how dumb that was; why do we trust pretty people more than unattractive people?

Working together in a well practiced routine, they attached a pad to my chest that connected to a heart rate monitor that beeped, and a cuff around my wrist displayed blood pressure on a screen like they have in hospitals.

Olivia opened a large drawer that was under the bed, and took out a large clear plastic tube with a small shiny hose coming out. She came and sat on the edge of the bed, and put the big tube over my penis. It had a soft and shaped rubber ring around the bottom.

“Ready?” Irene asked, and reached down to flip a switch before I could answer.

There was a soft hum, and I felt the hard suction pull at my cock. I heard the beep of my heart rate increase slightly.

“How does it feel?” Irene asked, “No pain yet? Good.” And she increased the vacuum.

It was really weird; Irene with her graceful confidence, Olivia with her bemused smile and big breasts, and me naked on a bed between them connected to this unknown contraption.

“How long does it take?” I asked.

“You need to give it a lot of time.” Irene said, “It works, but it takes a while. How does it feel now?”

“It’s a bit painful.” I admitted.

“Ok, we’ll hold it there for a little while as you get used to it.” Irene said. Olivia was silent.

“Where’s Max and Daria gone?” I asked.

They looked at each other; slightly shifty, slightly sad.

“Where do you think?” Olivia asked quietly.