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Dear Ben,

I hope you don't mind if I write to you. I really enjoyed
our little "contest" the other day. As I said, I admire
your self-control - so rare in so young a man. I had fun
putting it to the test!

The reason I'm writing is to ask you a favor. I was
telling an old friend about our experience. Her name is
Bonnie, and we've known each other a long time. In fact,
we were roommates in college almost twenty years ago.

Bonnie has a problem. She married a fine man - actually,
Jerry was her boyfriend back in college, so they've been
married nearly 20 years, and she never really dated
anyone else seriously. She and Jerry have a great
relationship and a great life together. So, you ask,
what's the problem? Well... how do I put this
discretely... Jerry is not in the "hung like a horse"
department. Although I've never seen him naked, Bonnie
says he is really very tiny "down there."

She says they have a good sex life, they love each other,
and are totally committed to each other. However, and
here's the problem, Bonnie has become obsessed during the
past couple of years with large penises... the bigger the
better. She fantasizes about having an affair, but she
doesn't want to hurt Jerry or risk her marriage.

Even if she did, she wouldn't know how to, shall we say,
"inspect the merchandise" before getting involved. All
she really wants is to see, touch, and feel a huge penis.
She hopes that will satisfy her curiosity and make the
obsessive fantasies go away before they lead her into
doing something she'll regret.

So, are you getting an idea about where you might come
into the picture? I had mentioned to her that you are
eleven inches long, and she almost gasped - kind of like
I did when you rolled over during our massage and I saw
your "horse" the first time - it's quite an a****l!

She asked me if I thought you would mind if she just
looked at your horse, and maybe petted it a little. I
thought you might be willing to do that, as a favor to me
and to Bonnie. She worried that you might get aroused and
aggressive and pushy, like a lot of men do. I told her I
expected you would get aroused, since you are normal
healthy young man, but was sure you wouldn't get pushy -
I told her about our "contest" and how you were able to
control yourself so well.

Anyway, that's why I'm writing. If you're interested, and
willing to be "used" in this way, let me know and I'll
set up a meeting here at my house, out by the pool where
we met before. Bonnie lives several miles away, but I'm
sure she would drive here if you would let her pet your
horse!

Bye,
- Judy

P.S. Bonnie is really cute. I think you would like her.
She's like me in the "top" department, probably even a
little bigger. You seemed to enjoy that part of me!


Needless to say, I was interested. Here is my reply
email:

Dear Mrs. Johnson (Judy),

Thanks for your note. I had fun too.

I wouldn't mind helping out your friend Bonnie. If it
would help her stay happy in her marriage, I'm willing to
let her use my "horse", as you put it, any way she would
like.

Tomorrow afternoon would be good for me. How about 1:30?
Just let me know by reply email, and I'll be there.

- Ben

Later that afternoon I got another email from Judy saying
she had spoken to Bonnie and the time was good.

I could hardly keep from masturbating for the next 24
hours, remembering Judy's fantastic body and the
incredible excitement she caused by teasing my cock
nearly to the point of spurting, then backing off before
teasing it some more. But I wanted to be fully "primed"
for this adventure with her and her friend Bonnie. So, I
kept my hands off my horse. I just hoped Bonnie was good
looking, although I couldn't dare to hope that she was as
attractive as Judy.

At exactly 1:30 the next afternoon I walked around the
side of the Johnson residence, alongside the bushes and
through the tall wooden gate into their secluded back
yard and pool area. There I met Judy and Bonnie. Judy was
right - Bonnie was a hottie, more petite than Judy and,
by the looks of them, had boobs about the same size or
even larger. They were in bikinis, although Bonnie's was
more modest than Judy's skimpy one.

"Hi Ben, thanks for coming. I'd like you to meet my old
friend, Bonnie." We shook hands politely and formally,
which seemed odd, considering what we would be doing
soon.

Judy offered me a beer, which I accepted. Just like when
I was there the last time, she bent over at the waist to
pour the beer into my glass, letting me gaze at her
fabulous hanging breasts, barely supported by her tiny
bikini top. I could see between them, all the way to her
thighs.

She glanced at me teasingly as she poured, saying softly,
"Like the view?" I'm sure the hungry look on my face
answered her question. She took her time, letting me
stare shamelessly. She looked down at my crotch to
confirm the desired effect, then playfully looked back
into my eyes.

When we were all seated, Judy launched the conversation.
"As you both know, I've acted as a "match-maker" to get
you two together. Ben, you understand that Bonnie is only
interested in satisfying her curiosity about well-hung
men. She's not here to have an affair. Your ability to
stay passive while I teased you mercilessly last week
impressed me. I invited you here because I trust that
you'll be able to let her call all the shots, and not
pressure her with your own sexual needs. Are you sure
you'll be able to stay passive today, too?"

"Yes, I am, Mrs. Johnson, err, I mean, Judy. I pride
myself on always being in control of myself. You have
nothing to worry about. If I can help Bonnie, I'll be
glad to do anything I can."

Bonnie added, "Ben, I don't know how to thank you for
this. Judy told you about the obsession I've had for the
last few years about large penises. This is really
embarrassing. I'm very happy in my marriage, and the last
thing I want to do is mess that up. I hope that by having
some, shall we say, 'hands on' experience with yours, the
obsession will go away. Judy said your penis is eleven
inches long, is that right? That's incredible!"

"Well, it is when it's erect," I replied. But it's only
about 6 or 7 inches soft."

"Only six or seven when it's soft!" Bonnie exclaimed. My
husband's is only about four inches when erect, and it's
just a button when soft. He's a good lover, and he's a
handsome, wonderful man. He's just small . . . down
there."

After a few more minutes of getting acquainted, Judy took
the lead. "Well, Ben, whenever you're comfortable, how
about taking your clothes off so Bonnie can finally see
what we're talking about?"

I felt really nervous about getting naked in front of
these two women, especially since I had only met Bonnie a
few minutes earlier. But, since that was what we were
here for, I decided the sooner the better.

"OK," I gulped, downing the rest of my beer. "I'm as
ready as I'll ever be." I removed my sandals, stood up,
pulled my t-shirt over my head, and began nervously
fumbling with the snap of my shorts. I finally got it
loose, and let my shorts fall down around my ankles.

I stepped out of them, standing totally naked in front of
Judy and Bonnie, who remained seated. I tried to stand in
a relaxed posture, hands by my sides, but was really
nervous. The erection I had when I was staring at Judy's
boobs while she was pouring my beer was totally gone.

"Wow!" gasped Bonnie, looking at my six inch dangling
cock, but trying not to stare. My nervousness kept me
from getting hard. "Do you mind if I just look at it a
minute?"

"That's OK, Bonnie. You can look all you want" I replied.
It felt really weird to be ogled. But it was also
exciting to be admired. With that permission, she glued
her eyes to my genitals.

"Ben, how about twisting your body back and forth, making
your horse flop from side to side?" suggested Judy. I
complied, rotating my torso back and forth quickly,
causing my cock to slap against my upper thighs. Bonnie
was mesmerized, unable to take her eyes off my swinging
meat.

"Bonnie, would you like to touch?" asked Judy, in her
role as facilitator.

"Uh... yes, I think so," Bonnie replied hesitantly.

"Ben, put your hands on top of your head, and stand
closer in front of Judy. Move your legs wide apart, too,
so she can see and feel your scrotum if she wants to"
Judy instructed.

Again, I complied, stepping forward toward Bonnie, who
was seated in a deck chair. As I stood with my cock only
a foot or two from Bonnie's face, I began to relax. It
was such a turn-on for this knock-out woman to be so
fascinated with my cock and balls. I stood still for
several moments, as Bonnie slowly raised her hand.

"It's... it's OK if I touch it?" she asked hesitantly.
"You won't mind?" She was now more nervous than I was.

"It's OK," I replied. "Touch and feel it any way you
want. I'm here to satisfy your curiosity."

Bonnie reached out and lightly touched the skin of my
shaft. She lightly patted it, as if she were petting an
actual horse.

Her hands moved toward my balls, which are also
exceptionally large and hang low and loose. My legs were
wide apart, so they hung free in the open air. "Can I
touch these, too?" Bonnie asked. "I don't want to hurt
you."

"Sure," I repeated.

"I've never seen anything like them. They remind me of a
bull I saw once on a ranch." She reached under my balls
and gently lifted them, then pushed them to the side and
watched them swing back.

I was becoming less nervous now. My cock began to swell.
Noticing my swelling, Bonnie wrapped her hand around it.
It quickly grew to full size, stretching her hand.

"Wow, it's so huge!" Bonnie exclaimed, in awe of what she
held in her hand. She began to stroke it slowly, up and
down, exploring the hard shaft sliding under the skin.
"Let me know if I make you too aroused," she said. "I
don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"Like Judy said," I answered, "I have total self-control.
You don't have to worry about me getting so aroused that
I can't control it."

"Is this how you masturbate?" She slowly stroked my cock
more deliberately, up and down.

"Well... uh... yeah, I guess so," I stammered. I feel
very shy and private about jerking off.

My shyness seemed to embolden Bonnie. She began to pump
me more assertively. "Do you masturbate slowly like
this..." - she moved with steady strokes - "or faster,
like this?" She sped up, glancing up at my face with a
sly grin, clearly beginning to relax and enjoy teasing
me.

"Uh, well... either way, I guess." I was embarrassed
about having my masturbation habits openly discussed with
this woman I had only met a few minutes ago.

"Do you ever do it really, really, fast, like this?"
Bonnie started pumping her hand furiously, pounding my
cock from top to bottom. My balls were flopping wildly,
slapping audibly against her hand on the downstroke. My
balls were aching almost unbearably from her abuse, but I
said nothing so Bonnie could fulfill her curiosity.

"Yes," I admitted through clenched teeth, feeling an
orgasm beginning to form.

"How's your self-control doing?" she asked tauntingly.

"I'm ok for a little while," I replied, hoping I could
hold out.

"Oh, yeah!?" said Bonnie, playfully, as she pumped even
more furiously, with long strokes, top to bottom. "How
long do you think you could control this!?" she teased.
She was obviously having fun now.

Then she stopped suddenly, removed her hands, and sat
back in her chair, watching my pulsing cock bouncing in
the air for few moments. "Would you have an orgasm if I
kept doing that?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so," I admitted shyly, catching my
breath.

"I thought you had self-control!" she continued taunting
me.

"I couldn't keep from having an orgasm if you keep doing
that, but I can control how I act. You don't have to
worry about me getting pushy or anything."

"Ben, I really appreciate that," Bonnie said, her voice
softening. "I need to feel safe with you." After a short
pause, she asked, "Do you promise to tell me before you
come?"

"OK," I promised.

"Besides, I don't want to embarrass you by making you
have an orgasm in front of me, if you don't want to.
After all, we hardly know each other."

I didn't know what to say. I dearly hoped to have an
orgasm, but had committed myself to letting her decide
when, how, and even if that was going to happen. I
reminded myself that my job was nothing more than to let
her explore her curiosity about a man with a big cock. I
wasn't there to pursue satisfaction of my own sexual
needs.

Bonnie then turned her attention to my balls, hanging low
between my legs. "These things are as big as golf balls!"
she exclaimed. She flitted them side to side, watching
them swing, then grabbed them roughly in a firm grip with
both hands.

"It's exciting to have a man by the balls!" Bonnie
exclaimed playfully, increasing pressure, pulling them
down and away from my body. As she did so, my cock was
also pulled down so that it was about horizontal. As she
moved her head closer and to the side to look more
closely at my balls, the head of my cock lightly brushed
against her cheek.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, jerking her head back. "I
didn't mean for it to touch my face. It's just that it
sticks out so far! I hope that didn't bother you, Ben."

"No problem," I smiled. I thought about my cock being
tantalizingly close to her mouth and imagined how her
lips would feel wrapped around it.

Judy had been sitting back, just watching. "Ben, would
you like to lie on your back on the pad awhile? You might
be more comfortable and Bonnie can explore your horse
more easily."

Nodding, I got down on my back and clasped my fingers
behind my head so I wouldn't be too tempted to reach out
and touch Bonnie's hot body. Those breasts were nearly
irresistible, although her modest bikini covered most of
them.

"That's it," Judy said. "Now spread your legs apart a
bit, and bend your knees so Bonnie can get at your balls
if she wants to."

"Judy, feel free to join in, if you want," invited
Bonnie. "There's plenty here for both of us!" playfully
referring to my eleven inch cock, proudly standing at
attention in front of the two women.

Judy and Bonnie each sat cross-legged beside me, knees
resting on either side of my body, both able to
comfortably reach my exposed, vulnerable genitals. They
fondled and massaged my cock for several minutes, lifting
my sore balls, moving them around inside their sack.

I remained completely silent and passive as the two women
chatted. It was as if they were both inspecting an
interesting toy or doll. They would take turns gripping
my cock, sliding its skin up and down. They experimented
with two hands, three hands, and even all four of their
hands. My cock was long enough for their four small hands
to grasp it at the same time, pumping up and down. My
pre-cum flowed out and down around my head, making the
top few inches of my pole slick. I could feel an orgasm
beginning to form.

"I promised to warn you if I got close to coming," I
croaked. "I can't take much more of that." My throat was
tight with the tension of impending orgasm.

With that, both women removed their hands, leaned back,
and watched my throbbing cock, fascinated.

"It looks so powerful," commented Bonnie, in awe. "I
really like having control over this huge male cock that
wants to erupt. I like knowing that I'm in charge of it,
that it's not in charge of me. I always imagined that a
big cock would **** me, that it would attack me with its
masculine power. This huge cock is frightening, with its
potential for overpowering me and hurting me. It's like I
a hungry tiger in a cage. But it can't reach me. It can't
attack me, no matter how much I taunt and tease it. I can
show the tiger my flesh, and make it want desperately to
eat me. But it can't. I'm in control."

Bonnie almost seemed like she was in a trance as she
voiced her fears and her fantasy.

Bonnie raised up on her knees, straddled my left thigh,
and shoved her knee into my groin. She thrust her breasts
toward me, shaking them from side to side, the bikini top
barely keeping them contained.

"Hey, tiger, I bet you want to eat these, don't you! Are
you hungry?" With one hand she reached down and pumped my
cock, with the other she lifted and thrust her breasts in
my direction.

"I bet you'd like to **** me with this monster male cock,
wouldn't you? Well, you can't. I'm in control, here. You
can't hurt me! I've got you in a cage! I'm safe from you,
no matter how hungry I make you! And I'm going to make
you very, very hungry - because I can! I'm a woman, and I
have power!"

Bonnie's tone was half-playful and half-deadly serious. I
sensed that she may have been sexually assaulted at some
time in her past. This made me even more determined to
allow her to have complete control.

Then Judy interjected, "OK, Bonnie, let's take total
control over this hungry tiger. Here's the deal, Ben. If
you start to have an orgasm without telling us, we'll
stop immediately and you'll be on your own to finish it -
I see how shy you are about masturbating, so I don't
think you would want that. Give us control over when you
ejaculate, and we MAY give you a complete and satisfying
orgasm - IF we feel like it. But it would be when WE say,
not when YOU want it. Cooperate with us, and you have a
chance. If you don't cooperate, you have no chance.
That's the deal, take it or leave it."

I knew Judy was setting me up for another contest of
wills, like the first time we were here together, the
previous week.

"I understand" I said, accepting the challenge but not
really having a choice in the matter.

"And there's one more part of the deal," continued Judy.
You've got to keep your hands behind your head at all
times. If you move them, the deal is off and you're on
your own. You'll either have to go home frustrated, or
masturbate in front of us. That would be really
humiliating, wouldn't it?" She raised the ante.

"OK" I agreed. Again, the terms of the deal were being
dictated to me.

"This is so cool!" exclaimed Bonnie. "We women get to be
in total control of this monster cock, uh, I mean penis!"

"No, Bonnie, not WE. YOU get to be in total control,"
Judy clarified. "This is YOUR adventure. YOU get to
decide when, and IF, this monster cock gets relief - if
the tiger gets to eat. It's completely up to you. And you
can use all your female powers to make it desperately
hungry, to make it beg you for mercy, for a morsel of
food. And, you've got plenty of time - all afternoon.
There's no rush. By the way, it's OK to call it a cock!"

With that empowerment, Bonnie grasped my swollen meat
with both hands and slowly pumped up and down. "Do you
want it now, big guy?!" she taunted. "Do you want me to
let you spurt?"

"Oh, yes!" I replied hoarsely. "Please. I'm getting close
again."

Bonnie immediately let go, sat back, giggling. "Not yet,
tiger. I'll let you come when I'm ready to, and not
before." She gleefully watched my throbbing cock bouncing
in the air, my pulse surging through it, relishing her
power over the tormented huge cock that hungered for her
mercy.

"Looks like the horse has worked up a sweat," observed
Judy, switching a****ls. "Maybe we should let it cool
down awhile. Ben, you seemed to enjoy seeing my breasts
last week. Would you like for Judy and me to get
topless?"

"Uh, huh" was all I could mutter, in my state of nearly
unbearable tension. I was aching to see their breasts,
now hiding behind bikini tops.

"Well, Bonnie, I think he should work for it. He should
have to earn the right to see our breasts. What do you
think?" Judy continued.

"I don't know what you have in mind, but it sounds
interesting!" said Bonnie.

"Yeah, here's the contest. Ben, we're going to blindfold
you. Then Bonnie and I will take off our tops. We have
four nipples between us, right? We'll touch our nipples
to your lips, one by one, in random order. You stay
completely motionless, not even moving your lips. If you
can correctly match which two nipples belong to the same
woman, then we'll take off your blindfold. If you fail,
we'll put our tops back on and not let you see our boobs.
How about it?"

The image of those beautiful bare breasts suspended over
my face, nipples touching my lips, was nearly too
exciting to bear. But, always ready for a challenge, I
said OK.

Judy tied a small towel around my head, taking care that
I could not see around it. I heard giggling and the
shuffling of clothing as I envisioned the two women
unsnapping their bikini tops. Knowing their bare breasts
were right in front of me, and being unable to see them,
was incredibly erotic.

"Are you ready, Ben?" asked Judy. "You'll feel four
nipples rest lightly on your lips, one by one. You must
not move your lips. If you are able to match the two sets
of nipples, we'll remove your blindfold and let you see
them. If not, well, you lost your chance."

I heard Judy and Bonnie whisper and giggle to each other
as they made their plan. In a few moments, I felt a light
touch on my lips as a nipple - maybe one of Judy's, which
I had seen last week, or maybe one of Bonnie's, which I
have only imagined - slowly moved side to side across my
lips, tempting me to open my mouth and suck in the
nipple. I could hardly resist, but knew I would lose.
Then came a second, then the third, and finally the
fourth. In between, I sensed the two women moving around.

"OK, Ben, which nipple belonged to the same woman whose
nipple touched you first - number two, number three, or
number four?" Judy was the inquisitor.

Without moving my lips, I had been unable to sense much
detail about the nipples' hardness, softness, or other
features. I assumed that the moving around between trials
meant that they switched places each time. So, I guessed
that nipple number three matched nipple number one.

"Oh, too bad, Ben" Judy said, tauntingly. "I guess you
don't get to see them..." I groaned in disappointment.
"...unless you'd like to have another try at it. Want to
try again, Ben?"

"Uh, huh," I affirmed with a grunt, trying not to sound
like I was begging.

"This time we'll give you more information," Judy
continued. You'll be able to lick and suck each nipple
for a little while before the next one is given to you.
Would you like that?

"Oh, yeah!" I said, hardly concealing my excitement about
licking and sucking their nipples. The fact that I would
be sucking two nipples that I had never seen nearly made
me come, just imagining it.

"But to make it a bit more challenging, we'll need to
distract you a little. We'll stroke your horse until you
are near orgasm, then tickle it with a feather during the
contest. That way you'll need to discipline your mind to
focus on the test, and not think about your aching cock."
Judy was a master teaser!

I felt Judy nestle between my legs, forcing them wide
apart. One hand grasped my balls and pulled them firmly
down and away from my body. The other gripped my cock at
mid-shaft and slowly stroked up and down.

I heard Judy coaching Bonnie about how to tell when
orgasm was about to begin by feeling my balls draw up,
the base of my cock hardening, and watching the swelling
and reddening of the helmet. She demonstrated how to grip
balls while hooking a finger over the base of the cock
with one hand, gripping tightly, while stroking with the
other hand.

Judy demonstrated first, gripping almost hard enough to
hurt while stroking slowly. After less than a minute of
this treatment I felt I would come soon - I didn't want
to get stopped on the edge, so voiced my warning.

"Ah, you're trying to escape too quickly! I think you've
got a few more pumps in you before you come," said Judy,
slowing her stroke and tightening her grip. Just as I
felt semen begin to move, she stopped stroking abruptly,
but kept her firm grip on my balls.

"Aaarrggh," I groaned, stifling my voice as much as
possible. My back arched with tension. My helpless
engorged cock felt like it would explode.

"See?" Judy asked Bonnie. "You can get him just on the
edge of orgasm and stop just in time. Now, THAT'S power!
Wanna try?"

"Oh, yes!" I heard Bonnie agree, eagerly.

Now Bonnie nestled between my legs and assumed the
position that Judy had demonstrated. I took a deep breath
and resigned myself to suffer the velvet torture being
administered by these women with as much dignity as I
could muster. I visualized them, topless, although I
hadn't yet been able to see their breasts.

Bonnie proceeded to bring me close to orgasm, just as
Judy had. I heard Judy coaching her in the finer points
of this tease-torture. Again, just as I felt my semen
beginning to enter my cock, she stopped, took her hand
away from my pulsing cock but firmly gripping my balls
with the other.

"This is amazing," exclaimed Bonnie. "I've never imagined
having such total control over a man's orgasm." Her voice
sounded wistful, and I wondered how dominated she felt in
her marriage.

"OK, I think he's ready for the next contest," Judy said.
"Again, which nipple matches nipple number one? You are
permitted to lick and suck them this time."

For the next couple of minutes my mouth enjoyed four
nipples, one after the other. I licked, sucked, and
lightly bit each one, taking them deeply into my mouth,
feeling the texture and firmness of their breasts, trying
to gather evidence about which two belonged to the same
woman.

But my concentration was interrupted by a feather being
lightly brushed up and down the underside of my throbbing
cock, which had twice been halted on the very brink of
spurting. When the feather brushed over the super-
sensitive spot just beneath the underside of my helmet,
my straining cock twitched uncontrollably.

I tried to ignore it and concentrate on the nipple
contest, but had great difficulty. If I failed this test
by guessing wrong, and was not permitted to see the
nipples I had been sucking, I would be severely
disappointed. But I was pretty sure I had the right
answer.

"OK, Ben, what is your answer?" Judy asked after the last
nipple was removed from my mouth.

"Number four matches number one," I replied confidently.

"Oh, too bad, Ben," Judy replied, feigning sympathy. I
guess you won't get to see our breasts. I'll take off
your blindfold as soon as we put our tops back on.

I was crushed. I had been sure I was right. Not to be
allowed to feast my eyes on those four gorgeous breasts,
which were so near but yet so far, was heartbreaking.

Judy untied my blindfold and slowly removed the towel.
When I opened my eyes, there was Bonnie, standing
astraddle me, leaning over with hands on her knees,
topless, her stunningly beautiful breasts hanging above
my face, her dark half-dollar-size slightly puffy nipples
staring back at me.

"Just k**ding!" laughed the two women. Bonnie swung her
breasts back and forth for me to watch. She then lowered
her body, allowing me to suck her nipples and nuzzle deep
into her breasts.

Bonnie abruptly raised up on her knees, straddling my
chest. "I bet you would really like to get your hands on
these, wouldn't you, Ben?" Bonnie teased, shaking them
side to side. "But I won't let you. You can look but you
cannot touch." She massaged them erotically with her own
hands, pinching her nipples, making me wish it was my
hands that were massaging those magnificent mounds. I
could only stare hungrily.

As Bonnie continued to tease me, Judy returned to sitting
between my legs and stroking my cock. Again, she brought
me to the edge of orgasm and stopped abruptly. My
frustration was magnified when Bonnie again lowered her
breasts to my face and let me feed hungrily on her
delicious treats.

I almost could not control the urge to move my hands,
still clasped behind my head, and fondle those gorgeous
hanging mounds. But, I had agreed to control myself. So,
I slowly backed down from the brink of spurting,
wondering what was in store for me next at the hands of
these devilish women.

They returned to sitting beside me, alternatively
fondling and gazing at my engorged cock and aching balls.

I heard Bonnie say softly to Judy, not to me, "I wonder
what it would feel like inside me?"

"I wonder the same thing," Judy answered quietly. "It
must really fill you up. I bet it would feel fantastic"

"I don't want to be unfaithful to Jerry," Bonnie
continued. "I've never let another man make love to me,
and I can't let that happen now."

"... hmmm..." Judy sounded. "I wonder if..." She didn't
continue her question.

"You wonder what?" responded Bonnie, when Judy paused.

"Do you use a vibrator or a dildo when you masturbate?"
Judy continued her thought.

"Uh... well, yes," Bonnie answered, shyly and with some
embarrassment about being asked such a personal question.

Judy continued, "You know, Ben is totally passive and
under our control. It's not like he would be making love
to you. There's no romance. It would be a totally
physical thing, kind of like using a sex toy."

"I hadn't thought of it that way," Bonnie murmured. "It
wouldn't be really making love at all. Jerry knows I
masturbate sometimes, so it would be basically like
masturbating. He doesn't mind my doing that. I could just
use Ben's horse like I would a dildo!" She was getting
excited about this idea, imagining possibilities.

"But if I do it, will you do it too?" Bonnie continued.
"I would be too embarrassed masturbating with Ben's cock
as my dildo in front of you. I mean, we're best friends
and all, but we've never done anything like this before."

"OK, but just as a favor for you!" Judy replied
playfully. It was obvious that she wanted to feel my cock
inside her, too.

I had been totally silent and motionless during this
conversation. The two women looked sideways at me and
said, "Maybe we should ask Ben if he minds. After all, we
would be using his cock as if it was a sex toy, an
impersonal thing."

Bonnie asked the question, "Ben would you mind if we used
you that way? Would it be too humiliating for you to have
your cock used as if it was just an inanimate object?
It's OK if you'd rather not. I will understand."

"I don't mind. In fact, I would enjoy doing it if that
would help you satisfy your curiosity about big cocks.
I'll be glad to help." Secretly, of course, I could
hardly contain my excitement about by cock sliding into
these two gorgeous, voluptuous women.

"Ben, you are such a sweetheart!" Bonnie almost teared up
with affection. "You're going to make some lucky girl a
wonderful husband some day!"

"Oh, but wait. What if he comes inside one of us?" Bonnie
added as an afterthought. I wouldn't want that to happen.
It would be too intimate. I would feel like I was being
unfaithful to Jerry if he had an orgasm inside me. Dildos
don't have orgasms."

"I know a way to prevent that," said Judy. I wondered
what she had in mind. I wasn't at all sure I could keep
from shooting my sperm inside a slick vagina, especially
after I'd already been teased into such a state of
readiness.

"I'll show you," continued Judy. She again nestled
between my legs, spreading them far apart. Her left hand
again firmly gripped my balls and her first finger was
hooked around the base of my cock. She clenched her hand
more tightly than before. Her right hand gripped my rigid
shaft.

"Ben, this may hurt you a little, but I think it's the
only way to keep you from coming when your cock is inside
our vaginas. What I'll do is allow you to barely begin to
ejaculate, but stop when the first drop of semen appears.
Then I'll grip your balls very tight - not enough to
injure you, but enough to stop more semen from coming
out. We'll then wait a few minutes for your arousal to
subside. After that, your cock will be toughened a little
bit, so you'll not be as likely to come when it's inside
us. Is it OK for me to go ahead with this?"

The idea of having my orgasm stopped just as it begins
was daunting, but also incredibly exciting. "OK," I
answered. "If this will help Bonnie, then go ahead. Don't
worry about hurting me. Do whatever has to be done."

I sensed that Judy had a better understanding of how I
really felt, that this was an experience I was eager to
have for my own sake. Of course, if I could help Bonnie
with her obsession about big cocks, I was only too glad
to oblige. But it wasn't as much of a self-sacrifice as
Bonnie thought. Judy and I exchanged knowing glances with
sly smiles.

"Bonnie, how about if you hang your breasts over Ben's
face to keep him occupied while I perform this
operation?" Judy proposed.

Bonnie then knelt above my head, placed her hands on
either side of my chest, and positioned herself so her
breasts were directly over my face as she was on her
hands and knees. My hands remained tightly clasped behind
my head. Bonnie allowed me to freely suckle, lick, and
nuzzle those glorious breasts, moving them from side to
side to accommodate my mouth's futile efforts to take
them all in. "Ben, you can feel them with your hands now,
but just during the operation." I eagerly began to knead
and massage her breasts, feeling their deep softness.

In this position Bonnie was able to see exactly how Judy
was "performing the operation" at close range. Her face
was over my upper chest, just a foot or so from the
monster cock that was being prepared to enter her vagina.

Judy expertly stroked my cock, taking some of the copious
pre-cum that was flowing from the tip of my cock and
spread it around so her hand slid easily from top to
bottom. "Ben," she asked, "do you mind if I lick the pre-
cum from the tip of your cock? That way, I'll be able to
see more clearly when a drop of semen comes out."

"OK," is all I could mutter. I glanced between Bonnie's
breasts to see Judy's lips surround the head of my cock
and tightly withdraw, licking it clean. I almost spurted
as her lips passed slowly over the rim of my helmet.

"Thanks, Ben. I know that wasn't part of the deal. I
might need to do that a few times as I get you close to
orgasm."

I didn't need to give further permission. Judy knew I was
in heaven.

In only a couple of minutes I again felt semen surging
into the base of my penis. Judy gave me one more slow
stroke, until she sensed that semen was into my shaft.
She then clenched the base of my cock very tightly while
gripping and pulling down hard on my balls. At the moment
a drop of semen slowly seeped from the tip of my cock,
Judy clamped down hard on my balls with her left hand
while gripping the base of my cock as hard as she could
with her right hand. I groaned in sweet agony.

The combination of pleasure and pain was excruciating and
exhilarating. At that moment I happened to have one of
Bonnie's nipples sucked deeply into my mouth, and I
reflexively clamped down hard on it cushioning my teeth
with my lips. Bonnie groaned deeply, but did not try to
pull her nipple out of my mouth. I relaxed my jaw, not
wanting to hurt her. "No, keep doing that," she whispered
to me, hoarsely. "Bite me, hard." So I did, biting down
hard. It was then I realized that she was having an
orgasm.

Judy kept her motionless grip on my genitals for a minute
or more, while Bonnie finished her only slightly
restrained orgasm. When Bonnie lifted her breasts, I
again peered between them and could see a small puddle of
semen resting on the tip of my cock, just beginning to
run down the side.

"Would you like to lick this off?" Judy asked Bonnie,
pointing to the semen on my cock with her eyes - after
all, both her hands were busy holding my balls and base
of my cock in a vise grip.

"What does it taste like?" Bonnie replied, more than a
little interested. "I've never done that. But I've been
curious."

"Kind of salty," Judy answered. "You might like it."

Bonnie moved forward on all fours until her face was
directly above the tip of my cock. In this position, her
crotch was directly above my face, and I could see her
drenched bikini bottoms inches above me.

"If I put my mouth on his cock, won't that make him
finish his orgasm?" Bonnie asked Judy.

"No, it's been long enough since I interrupted his
ejaculation that you can lick it off. Go ahead."

Bonnie lowered her head and tentatively stuck out her
tongue to taste my semen. After a moment to reflect on
the sensation she took my entire head into her mouth. She
tightened her lips and withdrew, wiping me clean. Then
she repeated that motion four or five times, seeming to
be exploring how my turgid head felt as her tightened
lips passed over the rim of my helmet. I was beginning to
get that feeling of impending orgasm again, despite the
tight and still-painful grip that Judy was maintaining on
my balls.

"I think he's cleaned off enough" chuckled Judy. Bonnie
chuckled back, acknowledging that she had gotten a bit
over-involved in cleaning the semen off my cock.

My cock remained completely hard, although, just as Judy
had predicted, the urgency of orgasm had subsided. It
felt a little anesthetized, which was just what these two
women wanted before beginning to use my cock as their
dildo.

"The operation is complete," Judy said with a humorous
tone. "The dildo is ready. Would you like to go first?"

"No, I'd rather you did," Bonnie answered. "I'm still a
little nervous about this. Maybe if I watch you, I'll be
more comfortable."

"OK, I'll be the sacrificial lamb," Judy continued,
obviously not opposed to being the first to impale
herself on my eleven inch rod. "Guess we have to get
totally naked for this," she remarked as she stood up and
removed her bikini bottom. Bonnie joined her in taking
off her remaining bit of clothing.

Both women were now completely nude, standing over me. I
appreciated how beautiful their bodies were, how fit,
tummies flat. Judy had had one c***d, my friend Mike.
Bonnie had never had a baby. Her breasts were as large as
Judy's, but more firm. On her petite frame and slender
torso, they were magnificent. Either one could have been
a Playboy centerfold.

Judy straddled me on all fours, positioning my eager cock
at the opening of her pussy. She slowly moved her body
down. I could feel the warmth of her labia as the tip of
my cock touched her sex. Without using her hand to guide
me in, she very slowly moved down, rocking slowly forward
and backward, letting my cock gradually enter her wet
pussy, inch by agonizingly slow inch. Her eyes were
closed and her face in intense concentration as I watched
her breasts sway slowly over me.

When my cock was about 3 or 4 inches inside her, I
reflexively thrust my pelvis slightly, my body wanting
desperately to push in deeper. Judy quickly opened her
eyes and looked into mine, saying, "Remember, you be
still."

Her instruction was firm and matter-of-fact, although I
could hear sympathy in her voice. I softly whispered
"OK", recommitting myself to being completely self-
controlled. Her instruction reminded me that my role was
to simply be a dildo for the two women to experience,
especially Bonnie, whose time was coming.

After several minutes of slow entry I felt my cock hit
bottom. Its head was pressing against her cervix. It
couldn't go any further. About three inches of my length
remained outside her body. Judy then moved her torso up
to a vertical position so she was standing on her knees,
and being partially supported by my cock. She then moved
both hands to her labia and began to rub her clitoris
lightly and slowly at first, then more rapidly and
vigorously.

Her eyes were closed as she become more and more aroused.
Her full, flowing breasts jiggled and swayed as her
rapidly moving arms shoved them around. I watched the
spectacle before me: A few inches of my cock protruding
from her vagina, her breasts moving in broad swings
across her chest, her eyes closed, her face in rapture,
masturbating herself by hand. It was beautiful.

Soon, she erupted in a powerful orgasm, trying to stifle
her sounds because, after all, we were in her back yard
and there were neighbors. I could feel her vagina spasm
as her climax came. She gradually relaxed and returned to
an all-fours position.

She lay with her chest down on mine, relaxed, breasts
flattened against my chest, my hard throbbing cock still
filling her up. She lay quietly a couple minutes before
moving again. I stayed still except to flex my Kegel
muscle a couple of times, making my cock expand its girth
for just a moment. In response to each of my flexes, her
body tensed momentarily in pleasure. She said nothing.

Meanwhile, Bonnie was watching with rapt attention. I
don't know if she had ever witnessed another woman having
an orgasm, but she certainly found it exciting. As Judy
was becoming aroused, Bonnie began to touch herself and
also began making the telltale sounds of a woman nearing
her climax.

She was sitting cross-legged beside me, leaning back
slightly, supporting her weight on one outstretched arm
while the other hand was stimulating herself. She watched
with total concentration as her friend stimulated
herself. Just moments after Judy's orgasm erupted, Bonnie
also had one. They were simultaneous. The sounds of two
women having orgasms at the same time nearly put me over
the top.

In a few moments, Judy moved off me and to my side, sat
back, resting on outstretched arms behind her, legs
widely crossed, her pussy presented openly for me to see
without a hint of shyness, clearly relaxed and happy.

"Well, I guess it's your turn, now," she said warmly to
her friend. "But do you still feel like it? If I'm not
mistaken, you got yourself off."

"I can have many," replied Bonnie with a shy grin.
Evidently, she was one of those fortunate multi-orgasmic
women.

"Here, let me clean him off for you first," Judy said as
she sat up and approached my cock. "They are my juices,
so it seems only the proper thing to do to get the dildo
ready for you to use."

With that, she took my cock deep into her mouth, licking,
sucking, and wiping her wetness from it as far down as
she could reach. I felt the back of her throat and
wondered how she didn't gag. Then she took my shaft
gently in her hand and licked and cleaned it down to the
base. Bonnie watched her do fellatio, entranced.

Although I was completely hard, even the stimulation of
her mouth did not bring me close to orgasm. Her
"operation" of drawing a drop of two of semen was
effective in anesthetizing my cock so that I wouldn't
come inside her. Of course, she had sat upright and not
slid me in and out very much. Bonnie's turn was next.

Bonnie then positioned herself as Judy had, on all fours,
delicious breasts hanging over my body, as she began to
move her body down toward my waiting cock. Her labia felt
hot when we touched. I wondered whether she would be able
to take me in, since she had not had c***dren and her
husband had a much smaller cock than the one that was
about to enter her.

Indeed, my entry into her private space was much more
deliberate than when Judy did it, rocking forward and
backward, very slowly taking me in only a fraction of an
inch at a time. I resolved to remain complete motionless,
stifling my impulses to thrust into her. I understood,
despite my selfish pleasure, that this was a very
significant emotional event in Bonnie's life, and I took
my responsibility seriously.

After maybe twenty minutes, Bonnie successfully got her
tight pussy completely around my cock, although again
about four inches of me remained outside. I imagined that
no other penis had ever pressed against her cervix. I
felt honored.

Bonnie seemed to prefer more in-and-out motion than Judy
did. Or, maybe she was just less aware of the
consequences of the greater stimulation of my penis. She
rocked slowly to and fro. In this way she had at least
five or six more orgasms, judging from the clenching of
her face, the spasms in her vagina, and the sounds she
was trying to stifle.

This was so stimulating to me that I could feel an orgasm
beginning to form. I desperately wanted to come, but I
even more desperately wanted to not violate the trust
that Bonnie had placed in me. Nevertheless, as she
continued to move so my cock slid in and out of her slick
vagina, I knew I was approaching a crisis.

"I'm getting too close," I whispered. "You'd better
stop." Bonnie stopped moving immediately, her vagina
still tightly gripping my throbbing cock.

"Should I get off?" she asked, not having enough
experience with sex to know what to do.

Judy was watching attentively. "Try holding completely
still for a minute or two," she advised Bonnie. Keep
totally motionless and his orgasm might subside. Sliding
him out now might put him over the edge."

Bonnie stopped. We looked into each other's eyes, she
watching me for signs of unstoppable orgasm, I watching
her with a delicious combination of raw a****l lust and
warm human affection. Her beauty warmed me.

We held that motionless position for perhaps a minute, my
cock at its maximum fullness, trying not to twitch inside
her delicious vagina for fear of exploding.

When the crisis abated a bit, I flexed my Kegel muscle.
Bonnie gasped quietly as she felt the quick swelling of
my cock fill her space even more fully. I flexed again.
She gasped again. Then she flexed her Kegel, and I felt
her tightness even more. We played with each other
several times more.

Eventually, the crisis of my imminent orgasm was averted.
"OK, I think it's safe now," I said. "But much more
motion would make it happen again."

"Well, I suppose I've had enough orgasms for one day,"
Bonnie said, self-consciously. "It's been absolutely
wonderful, more than I had even imagined. Thank you." Her
eyes moistened with emotion.

Judy spoke up. "Well, Ben, everyone has had a turn except
you. Are you ready for your orgasm? I think you've earned
it!"

"I'll say," I replied. "I'm more than ready."

"Bonnie, would you like to do the honors?" Judy continued
to be our leader.

"OK, I think I know what to do. But first, I should clean
up the mess I've made, like you did," smiling at Judy.

Bonnie slowly withdrew my cock from her vagina and moved
her body back so she was sitting astride my legs. She
then lowered her head, held my cock upright with one hand
and took it into her mouth. She licked, sucked, and wiped
it as far down as her mouth was deep, as she had watched
Judy do. When she gagged slightly, she said, "Oops, I
guess I'm not deep throat!" and then proceeded to lick
the shaft down to the base.

When she felt she had cleaned me off well enough, she
said, "You know, I kind of liked the taste of your semen.
Do you mind if I taste some more?" Obviously, I would not
object, so I just smiled.

Bonnie moved her torso up, her still-warm pussy pressed
against the base of my cock, so that my eleven inch shaft
protruded from between her slim legs, as if it were her
own. She started to pump my cock, gripped tightly with
both hands, increasing speed, her body bouncing up and
down as she pumped. This caused her breasts to be pushed
and shoved wildly around her chest. The sight was
unbearably erotic.

"So this is how guys jack off." She said to no one in
particular. "I think I'd like being a guy - especially if
I had a huge cock like this."

I felt my orgasm approaching the point of no return. "I'm
getting really close," I said through clenched teeth.
"What do you want to do about it?"

"This," she said, moving her body back down my legs so
she could again put her mouth on my cock. On all fours,
and my cock in her mouth, she looked up at my face. We
gazed into each other's eyes as she massaged the head of
my cock with her tongue. The stimulation of her tongue
alone put me over the edge. I tried to keep watching her
watching me as the first load of semen spurted into her
mouth. She lost eye-contact with me for just a moment as
she struggled to take in all I was giving her.

My orgasm arrived with powerful force. My body convulsed
with spurt after spurt of hot semen, shooting into
Bonnie's mouth. Keeping our gaze, she began using one
hand to slowly stroke my shaft as my ejaculation
continued, but keeping her mouth tightly attached to the
head of my cock.

She stayed on me, avoiding being thrown off by my
involuntary bucking movements, her lips firmly clamped
around the head of my cock as she continued to pump the
final drops of semen into her mouth. The volume of my
semen was much more than she could hold or swallow, so it
leaked out around her lips. She continued to look into my
eyes throughout my orgasm.

When she sensed that I was finished, she licked all the
semen that had spilled down the shaft of my cock and
drank it in, caressing my spent organ tenderly. Only then
did she break our gaze.

Finally, she moved to my other side, sitting back like
Judy had been all along, watching. I finally moved my
hands from behind my head, my arms stiff from such a long
period of immobility. We all were silent for several
minutes.

Judy looked at her friend. "Well, Bonnie, does that
satisfy your curiosity?"

"Yes," Bonnie answered. "At least for awhile."