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By
Gail Holmes

Guys in the town couldn’t for the life of them see as to what the attraction was. If anything he was just a computer boffin. Just how he came to be one heaven only knows because his daytime job was on the roads, resurfacing the freeways okay his body reflected it; he was built like a brick shit house; on the beach, in the pool, the girls couldn’t keep there eyes off him. His huge shoulders and muscular arms, his pectorals any woman would willingly have swapped for her boobs. What’s more he knew it, but he’d never hang about with the same girl for more than two weeks, sometimes not even that, he’d been through more than half the females in the town as it was, basically it was his choice, no matter what their age, for some reason they had to be taken by him.

Only Robert knew the real reason, he had pulled from the year dot, ok guys had seen him in the changing rooms, perhaps he had a little bit more than most, yes he was well hung, but not outstandingly, some speculated it was because he’d been cut (Circumcised) but then he wasn’t the only one in town, loads of the guy’s had it done, even more so in the Jewish area of town.

The girls all huddled together, laughing and giggling, at the poolside what they were talking about was anybodies guess, but you may depend it was on the subject of Robert. The girls that had been out with him never really explained as to the dissimilarity to other guys, and as to why he was challenging. He’d never been out with the same girl twice, and he was never really seen on his own. He was known to be a big spender, but that was his choice, he knew how to look after a girl, they all clarified that in more ways than one. No one knew who’d been his earliest lay; some girls never even revealed that they’d ever been out with him, normally they’d been a one-night stand, not wanting to admit it. Ok, they knew of his style, which was a very demanding one; even they’d look back shuddering as the experience jogged their thoughts.

What the girls couldn’t really comprehend was his stamina, his staying power for the use of a word. Most contemplated he’d be burnt out by the time he was thirty, they knew there was a secret to his capability, which none had been with him long enough to detect.



Emma had been bored to tears for most of the day, she couldn’t wait till the evening; her mates had arranged a girly night out at one of the local nightclubs. It had been a hard week, the office that she worked in had been doing admin all week, and a more boring task couldn’t be had. However, it was only one week within the year. She looked up at the clock in front of her desk, another hour before she’d be home, then a nice hot shower followed by a cold one she loved this after work, Friday’s never seemed to come quick enough for her, she’d been with the company for six years now, climbing the ladder of success within two, she was bright to say the least; and her pay-packet reveal her accomplishment. She answered only to Mr Richardson, one of the directors of the company, she was paid even more that the office supervisors.

“Ready for the night out then Em?” She didn’t have to turn, she knew it was Patsy her long-term friend.

“Boy am I glad that this week is over, pity they can’t farm this admin out to one of the sister companies. Yes I’m really looking forward to letting my hair down; should be a cracking evening, I’m looking forward to it!”

“What are you wearing?” Patsy inquired.

“Hell, I hadn’t thought about it!” Emma wasn’t a jeans girl; she always dressed, as much female as she could, wasn’t into trousers of any description, considering them hot and sweaty. Liked to feel air around her body especially in a hot nightclub. She just broken off her relationship with Peter, she been with him for nearly two years, the chance of a girl’s night out in truth, appealed to her.

“Still, we’re not out till nine are we, I’ll have a good look through my wardrobe, I’m sure I have something to suit the occasion. What I want most is a nice shower get my feet up for a couple of hours, and I should be as right as rain”

“I’ll come around at 8.30, you should be ready by then shouldn’t you?”

“Fine we can go down to the Wine Bar first have a couple of drinks to get us in the mood!” Emma chuckled

“Catch you later then” Patsy moved between the rows of desks heading for her own.




Emma slumped into an armchair as soon as she got home. “God, thank goodness that weeks over, any more and I think I’d have gone out of my mind,” She told herself.

The shower was invigorating, really pulling her body and mind back to normality. It was strange without Peter; he’d been gone for just over a week now, she’d heard from him. However, she thought she’d made the right choice, not ready yet for a long relationship, it was to confusing, she had missed the sexual side though, if anything he’d been a good lover.

It took her at least an hour to make up her mind as to what to wear; her wardrobe was half on the bed with the other half hanging on each of the doors. Her hair was the main problem, she didn’t know whether to wear it up or down, she found with it’s weight if it was up she’d suffer a headache over a period of time. Peter always like it down, she’d beautiful hair down to the middle of her back, her friends had often informed her they envied her for her hair, blonde and so silky. She looked at herself in the long mirror beside her dressing table, pushing it back, then over one shoulder to the front. “God, don’t know how to wear it,” she thought.

The doorbell rang; she looked at the bedroom clock.

“Hell! It has to be Patsy, it’s 8.30 already, and I’m nowhere near ready!” She told herself, before rushing down the stairs.

‘Always on time I’ll give you that!’ Emma smiled as she open the door.

‘Aren’t you not ready yet? Thought we we’re going to the Wine Bar first’

‘It’s my bloody hair, I just don’t now what to do with it!’

‘Looks fine to me, you don’t know how lucky you are having such a head of hair like that. Hope your going to wear something underneath that?’

‘Under what pray?’

‘That dress, in the right light you’d be able to see right through it’ Patsy laughed.

‘It’s not that light in the nightclub; still what do you think?’ Emma swung around in the small hallway her dress flaring out as she did so.

‘God, you look a million dollars, always did know how to dress, still you have the body for it. Now come on or else will miss the opening, don’t forget first drinks are free to newcomers at nine, so we’d better be on the move!

The club was reasonably busy when they arrived, but they got their customary free drink, her other friends had already found a seat in a nice location near the bar but also in the vicinity of the dance floor, to start with it was traditional just to view the talent, see what hunks had come in.

‘Looks as if all the guy’s are matched tonight!’ Patsy implied.

‘It’s early yet. Anyway we have to get Emma sorted, she the only one on her own at the moment!’ Judy chuckled.

‘That’s the way I want to stay at present, glad of the rest, my home is my own” Emma replied.

‘You’d not turn down some nookie I’ll be bound?’ Paula the oldest of the group implied with a grin.

‘I’ve already heard her state that that’s what she misses most; she doesn’t like the plastic!’ Patsy sniggered.

‘Plastic, I don’t own such rubbish. It’s the real thing or nothing for me, I can wait!” Emma grimed. ‘Anyway there’s not much choice here tonight!” she replied looking around the dance floor.

The evening was going great, when Emma said she wanted to let her hair down she really meant it, the club was getting really full now, and the girls were more than enjoying themselves. They’d been a few guys that had asked for a dance, but nothing outlandish, they we’re all much of a muchness, nothing you’d leave home for.

The drink was flowing, and the group we’re just about all in when Judy noticed Robert come in.

‘Now there’s the man for you Em!’

Emma turned to follow her jesting finger.

‘Robert!’ chuckle Patsy. “Never got the chance, supposed to be something out of this world by all accounts. Have you been out with him Judy?”

‘Yes I had my fling!’ she replied with a silly grin on her face.

The girls knew she’d had more prick than a second hand dartboard.

‘Well come on then what is it about him then that makes him so special?’ Emma stated her eyes still glued to the dance floor.

‘That’s something no one has found out as yet, but he is something extraordinary in bed, so be warned, once he’s bedded you you’ll know you’ve really been fucked for the choice of a word’ Judy implied.

‘Well come on then, if you’ve been there, what’s his gift then, a cock is a cock, what’s he got that the others haven’t?’ quizzed Patsy.

‘It’s not that easy, he’s definitely has something; but you have to try it to find out, so far no girl that I know that’s been with him, can understand him, but he certainly has a way of making sure you’re need if you like, is fulfilled” She grinned.

‘In what way?’ asked Patsy?

‘Well, I think he try’s you out on your first date. Seeing if you can stand the pace, after that it’s good but not so long’ Judy sniggered.

‘Trying you out, I’m not with you?’ Emma stated turning back to the table.

‘Well, let’s put it this way; what bloke do you know that can fuck you for hours on end without taking a breather, in doing so I might add, he cum’s more times than you’d ever want. You can really say you’ve had a good fucking if you’ve been bedded by him I can tell you!’ Judy didn’t mince her words. ‘I’ve never been fucked like it I can assure you, and I’ve had a few!’

‘He has to stop for a breathing space sometime surely?’ Patsy inquired, picking up her glass, swallowing the remaining dregs.

‘Who’s round is it, come on the nights young yet!’ she chuckled holding up her glass.

‘I’ll get them, I think it’s my shout’ Emma stood collecting the gasses then made for the bar.

‘What do you think then, should we set her up then?’ Paula smiled.

‘I don’t think we need bother!” Judy implied pointing across to the bar.

‘I told her about that dress, look with the lights under the bar you can see straight through it.’ Patsy implied.

The girls looked toward the bar, and yes where she was standing the lights beamed through her dress, her legs, yes right to the top one could see straight through it, quite a few of the blokes were standing just viewing the scene before them, the girls didn’t realise what a hornier site it was to a guy. However, the thing was whom was she talking to.

‘She’s in there, Robert’s chatting he up!’ Judy implied. ‘But I’ll tell you one thing if it’s a date it will be for tomorrow; I’ll bet my life on it!’

‘Why do you say that?’ asked Patsy

‘You wait till she comes back I’ll lay a fiver on it!’ she implied.

As Emma left the bar all eyes were on her, the girls said nothing as she arrived back at the table.

‘You’ll never believe it but that Robert has just made a date with me for tomorrow afternoon’ Emma informed them.

‘Pity you never took the bet on’ Judy implied, looking around the group.

‘You make sure you’re ready, did he mention sex?’ Judy quizzed.

‘Well now you ask; I suppose he did, in a roundabout sort of way!’ Emma replied.

‘Believe me if you take him on; your in for the fucking of your life!’ Judy smiled.

‘I’ll take a bet on that with that, I’ve never known anyone with the staying power of my Peter!’ she exclaimed.

‘Your on!’ smiled Judy ‘Now you tell me if you’ve had a man with the same. I’ll lay a fiver on it!’

‘But why tomorrow, why not tonight?’ exclaimed Patsy asked looking at the pair.

‘As I have said he has staying power, he’ll want to prove it, if he’d have made the date for tonight that doesn’t leave him much time, anyway Em is tired now, so she’d not up for the long haul!’ Judy smiled.

‘How come he’s so different?’ Paula added.

‘That is something one day somebody will work out!’

‘Lucky cow!’ Paula sniggered. ‘I wouldn’t mind getting him between the sheets myself’

“He’d split you in two!” Judy sniggered.

During the evening Emma had about five dances with him, some of his remarks we’re a bit near the bone, but it only made her fancy him even more. He’d made sure that he’d asked her for the last dance which was needless to say a slow one, he pulled her close, pressing his chest next to hers, his hands manipulated her bum as they danced.






‘So they’ll be no chance of seeing you tomorrow then?’ Paula quizzed as they left the nightclub. ‘I was hoping to do a bit of shopping’

‘We can still do that, I don’t meet him till 2.30; I could possibly get something outlandish to wear, you know, get him really going’ Emma chuckled.




Robert was looking forward to his date, he’d fancied Emma for sometime now, but she’d always been out with her fella whenever he’d seen her. He’d laid in on the Saturday morning, getting up around 1 pm, which left him an hour and a half before he actually met her, being as he was taking her out to a restaurant he didn’t bother with any breakfast.

They’d arranged to meet in the Wine Bar; Robert was already at the bar as she walked in. He’d noticed her before she actually walked in the doorway; she looked stunning wearing an off the shoulder dress, which was somewhat short, but not short enough to make her look tarty.

She smiled as she came up to the bar, Robert stood back allowing her to sit on the stool beside him. He lifted his arm inspecting his watch.

‘I’ll give you one thing; you’re a good timekeeper, and you look ace, I love your dress?’

Emma smiled, pulling her dress over her knees as it had ridden up as she sat.

‘What would you like to drink, our table will be ready in fifteen minutes so we’ll have plenty of time for a drink!’

‘Pimm’s would be nice’ Emma shifted on her stool placing her handbag onto the bar. ‘You haven’t been waiting to long I hope?’

‘Just time enough to order myself a pint. I’ll just have a word with the waiter tell him we’ve ready when he is’ Robert smiled, handing her the glass as the barman placed on the bar.

Robert had already given the waiter the nod; it wasn’t him he wanted to see, he left and went into the toilet, now he was sure she was here, and almost certainly ready for him, now was the time for his Viagra, he’d never take it until he was certain that his date had turned up. It wasn’t that he needed the tablet, he’d get the horn just looking at his capture as he called them, it was just that it gave him immense staying power, once he’d fucked them, he could go on and on again. There was a good twenty four hours to one pill, normally on the first date, he always like to put on a good show, if they we’re up for a good fucking then he might stay with them longer, once the first date was over, he never bothered to take anymore. He knew that they’d expect that he needed sex, and always be at the ready for him.

Robert computer skills were all self taught, basically he was a wiz kid with spreadsheets, and doing work on the side for various firms. But his main object of his own spreadsheets were to keep records of the women he’d bedded, which gave out a lot of information, even down to a head and shoulder photograph of each. He was swollen with pride of this, more so that it gave him not only all the details of each and every woman that he’d bedded, but as to their performance. At 24, not many men had bedded over 350 named women; he’d hated to think of what would happen should his private spreadsheet become public; the amount of married women out shone the single girls. However, they we’re the easiest to drop once he’d finished with them, his record with one woman was 15 days, when seen in the street, they ignored him; but he could tell by the look on their faces that they envied the girl on his arm so to speak.





‘My, you do live comfortably but you can see it’s a bachelor pad’ Emma informed him when they’d finally done the town and arrived at his flat.

‘Make yourself at home; I’ll get some drinks. I take it you’ll have Pimm’s?’ Robert walked over to his cocktail bar as Emma removed her coat.

‘T’will do fine, not to much ice’ she replied, continuing to walk around the room, examining the finery.

‘Robert reached for the Pimm’s bringing it down onto the bar, he turned checking on Emma’s whereabouts, knowing she was out of vision he collected a bottle of Polish spirit from below the bar, he needed to speed things up, the Polish spirit was 100% proof but not always detectable when mixed with a sweet drinks like Pimm’s

‘Have you been here long?’ Emma sat down on the sofa as Robert handed her drink. But this time not being so pedantic about her knees as her dress rode up over them.

‘I take it you like it then, the view is out of this world from the balcony.

Emma turned looking over her shoulder out of the French doors leading to the balcony; she was about to stand once more.

‘Time for that later, have your drink!’

Emma lifted her glass raising it toward her lips, taking a taste.

‘My this is stronger than that of the Wine Bar’ she chuckled, turning to Robert with a smile.

‘So how long have you lived in the town then?’ Robert inquired, as if trying to raise conversation. ‘D’you live at home?’

‘With my parents you mean; no I have my own flat, it’s not far from here, but its not a patch on this place. It must cost a fortune to rent!’

‘I own it, didn’t see the sense in renting, got it at the right price so I snapped it up. The sun all day, no traffic noise, suits me fine,’ Robert reach for a remote control on the coffee table in front of them.

‘All the modern cons here!’ he turned pointing the remote at the curtains at the French doors, they closed without as much as a snag.

‘Cool!’ Emma grinned.

Robert directed the control toward the music centre, soft music started to play. Emma slipped down in her seat, taking another sip of her drink.

‘I like it here, so comfy’ Already she could feel the effects of her drink; she leaned across nudging herself up toward Robert. He immediately put his arm around her shoulder pulling her in closer toward him.

‘By the looks of it, you’re ready for another drink’ Robert took the glass from Emma’s hand then headed for the small bar. He looked back as he picked up the bottle of Pimm’s, he didn’t want to take her too much over the top, so he left the Polish spirit out of the glass this time. She was more than ready; she had a warm glow in her smile.

“Why are you looking at me like that?’ Emma grinned.

‘Just wondering, you look the business sitting there, but how would you like to see the rest of the flat’ Robert walked back and stood in front of her. ‘Well are you coming!’ he smiled.

Emma reached for the arm of the sofa and pulled herself up, taking the drink as she stood.

‘My that Pimm’s of yours is really something, it’s certainly warming. Lead on Mc’Duff’ she chuckled.

Robert took her for the tour leaving the bedroom till last, she was mesmerised by the décor of the flat, and the bedroom was out of this world, what hit her first was the four-poster bed, she’d always fancied herself in or should I say on one of these.

‘My you live the life of luxury here don’t you?’ she walked over toward the bed, running her hand across the satin duvet, turning she plonked herself down placing her glass on the nearby cabinet, then laid out fully on the bed, ‘God this is sheer bliss!’

‘Mind if I join you?’

‘Why not may I ask, that’s what you got me here for in the first place…isn’t it?’
Robert never answered her question but lie down, taking her into his arms. ‘I’ve been waiting all day for this!’

Emma snuggled up into his arms, kissing him on the lips, feeling his hand move around her waist; for moments they just embraced, whether it was the Pimm’s or just her need for male company, she could not tell, but she was warmed by his closeness. Momentarily, she eased away looking up into his eyes.

‘Hunk!’ she smiled, then renewing her posture.

His hand could be felt as it tried to slide under her arm and up to her breast; for sheer devilment Emma held her weight on it with her elbow, restricting its advancement realising the pressure only to move her hand up around his neck, pulling his face down toward her. His hand felt warm and masculine, cupping her whole breast in one swoop.

The Viagra had already cut in with Robert more or less as soon as she’d first sat on the bed, he felt the blood quickening down his body, his cock really didn’t need the superfluous, nevertheless, it was substantially thickening his shaft. He felt somewhat worried in case its dimension would trouble her once revealed, although he’d never taken virginity, to some of his women, they’d thought he had. One friend, a woman with a six-year-old child couldn’t manage his cock.

By this time Robert had managed to undo the buttons on her dress and was soon past the clip on her bra. Emma readjusted herself allocating him more freedom. Now nibbling her ear; his eyes were glued to her open knees, his visualisation of just what was between them made his cock throb with the notion, removing his hand from her breast then allowing it to steadily move down over her dress, as it reached her lower tummy her legs unexpectedly opened; as if willing him to delve between them. His hand cupped her pussy through the light material of the dress; Emma threw her head back heaving a sigh as she sensed his long fingers spreading and manipulating over her pussy.

Emma’s hand went across to his trousers, moving it down steadily until he’s cock could be felt then squeezing it softly. Her mind was to distant to realise its extensiveness at this stage, her senses we’re between her own legs, Robert’s hand advance downwards, his fingers now toying with the hem of her dress, tucking it underneath, as if to remove its presence. His hand then found her inner leg; he’s cock jumped once more; this time it brought Emma back to reality, her hand but not her fingers we’re wrapped around his cock, it was then that she realised its true magnitude.

Her lips went up to his mouth once more, as she fumbled with his zip, not wanting to make an issue, thinking her mind was running wild nobody had a cock that big, it just wasn’t plausible. Her mind went back to her pussy sensing his fingers now tugging at the thin lace at the edge of her panties; once more she shifted her position allowing him freedom. Her hand had found his cock, but before she could influence her mind, it was whisked away as his finger was felt sliding within her pussy walls.

“God…God that feels…so…so fucking good!”

Robert wasn’t sure whether it was she or the Polish Spirit talking, she was exceptionally wet, he knew her mind was awash when she’d sense the size of his cock, immediately he forced another finger up inside her, then fingered her ferociously. Emma cum almost immediately, her hand fell from his flies as her body rocked with his violent fingering. Her moans could have been heard in the flats below, but Robert paid no heed, he lifted himself from the sofa laying her out before him, arranging himself between her legs. Bending his back forcing his lower body to hers, then pulling her panties to one side.

Emma’s eyes opened extensively, sensing the globular helmet of the huge organ spreading her pussy lips open as Robert leaned down on her.

“No...Christ no! There is no way I’ll have that God Almighty thing inside me!’

She may have eaten her own words, never would she have assumed that his cock would fit so comfortably, leaning gently, he could feel the ripples of her inner muscles as his cock passed through them. Under no circumstances had he experienced such a snug fitting pussy excepting him so enthusiastically.

He started to fuck her in slow deliberate strokes, Emma lie back holding his forearms, her body tightened, every nerve had drawn itself inwards, her heart beating rapidly. Her first orgasm came in a series of eruptions soon after another pecking; Robert had speeded his rhythm now, her climax took over her body, she was walking on the clouds, even the sound of birds could be heard but in the distant. He could feel his juices building up within his bollocks, he knew she was ready for it; the turmoil inside his body was ready to explode. Although the Viagra encouraged erection; with the added blood forcing into his cock, his centre channel would be restricted, making his ejaculation ferocious.

He sensed she wanted to draw her legs up between them; he wasn’t ready for this yet, and there would be ample of time for this later.

‘Not yet…later maybe?’ Robert took her legs easing them back down onto the bed.

Emma never spoke; her mind was in a daydream, working with his every stroke, he knew it would be soon now adjusting his position, placing his hands above her shoulders ready to hold her back should she decide to wriggle up the bed away from him. The tingling sensation had reached his balls, his seed was at the base of his penis, welling, boiling readying itself to be forced through the long restricted avenue. Robert eased his cock up her and held, throwing his head back as the seed passed along his shaft letting out his own sounds of justification. Emma was aware that his cock was swelling, but wasn’t ready for the razor like jets as they spurted up deep within her pussy.

‘God, that stings!’ As Robert had expected Emma tried to squirm up the bed away from him, he held her firmly. He eased his cock slightly allowing the inner pressure to subside. The feeling was good, never had he remembered blowing with such ferocity, his balls ached with the volume of seed being transported from his cock. Emma pushed her hand down between them, spreading it over her tummy above her pussy; she could almost sense the engorgement through her fingers.

‘Robert, for Christ’s sake how much more?” She stammered, holding his face towards her with her free hand as she spoke.

‘Nearly there!’ he smiled.

‘A rest?’

‘Rest! Not yet, we’ve not finished yet by a long chalk!’ He grinned withdrawing his cock back down from inside her pussy, he stopped when the helmet was within her outer lips, not allowing any seepage to spill.

Emma was weakened, looking up into his eyes. ‘A rest sounds good; would you like a drink?’ she asked

‘In a while, lets just rest for a few moments!’

Robert knew that with the Viagra, his cock would soon be pulsating again ready for more. He lowered himself kissing her on the lips; Emma placed her arms around his neck, pulling him the remainder of the way down.

‘That was delightful I enjoyed it. You truly are a good lover aren’t you?’

Robert never spoke continuing to nibble at her ear, then down toward her breast, assuring that his cock sat stationary within her pussy lips.

It was only moments before he sensed the rush, his cock thickening once more, gently he eased forward, their combined wetness making entry smooth, her inner muscles taking up any form of slack, of which there was little, but he took pleasure in her manipulations.

‘You are a glutton for it aren’t you?’ Emma never realised that this would be another of many fuckings he was going to administer upon her that afternoon.

Every part of his erection was as before, filling her, spreading her inner walls, this time he allowed for her knees to come between them, adjusting himself for the extra depth it sanctioned. This time Emma wanted to take on more of the effort, she lifted to his every stroke, sensing the improved position, feeling more of his manhood, she excepted each orgasm as it came, and came they did, her hips moved in circler movements, inner muscles contracted holding, then releasing him.

Moving her hand down she cupped his heavy balls as they swung into her, squeezing them gently, the inner balls felt enormous something she never noticed with Peter. Robert gave out a low moan of pleasure as she toyed with them. He held his cock deep, forcing blood down to it; Emma sensed the thickness the extra blood made, giving her own little muscles a squeeze. She pulled her hand back up, cupping his face kissing him softly on the lips.

Robert stopped all movement then slowly withdrew from her, rolling to one side of the bed, his arms held high coaxing her to take the lead. Emma straddled him then taking his cock within her small hand, slowly lowering herself, she didn’t look down, she knew its size by the way her hand had to stretch around its broadsides. As his cock sunk into her there was a loud fanny fart, this was the first time his cock had been totally removed from her. Both laughed at the vulgar sound.

She slumped forward, holding onto his manly shoulders for support, her long hair falling about his chest tickling his nipples. At the start her movements were short and sharp, only allowing her the use of half of his manhood, as her movements and depth progressed her body stiffened as orgasm came, Robert took over lifting his hips, ploughing into her at an alarming rate, at the peak she could no longer draw breath, her heart pounded, she was floating then soaring into a world of make believe, the pleasure ebbed into sheer satisfaction. Again orgasm came this time a multiples she collapsed over him, her shoulders ached, and her legs felt numb. Robert held onto her buttocks lifting as he continued to fuck her in earnest, until he blew, again it was a never-ending gush.

Both lay in each others arms exhausted, this time minutes went by, finally Emma sat up pushing back filling herself with his cock.

‘We can stop for refreshment now?’ She smirked.

‘Rest awhile,’ Robert grinned.

‘Surely not more, I’m exhausted!’ Emma wriggled her bottom, his cock felt the movement and he tried to force blood back along his shaft, but it wasn’t time yet. ‘I must go to the bathroom!’ She declared “Or an accident we shall surely have”

‘There’s time enough yet, hang in there for just a while longer?’ he pleaded with her.

Emma knew that she was full to the bursting point, if she didn’t go to the bathroom soon allowing her to force at least an amount of his seed out of herself, very soon they’d both be smothered in it. She recognized that even lifting from him she was bound to leak. No man could want more after the fucking she’d had.

‘You want more, don’t you?’ she noticed the twinkle in his eye as she looked down at him.

‘Please!’ He beamed. ‘Aren’t you yourself enjoying it?’

‘Well yes, but you can’t have that much more left? You’ve the stamina of an ox’

‘Let’s wait until your full?’

‘I am chock-a-block now, I don’t know how to hold what I have got, let alone more?’ Emma implied.

‘Was that chock-a-block, or cock-a-block?' Robert smiled.

Emma felt the surge in his cock once more, she couldn’t believe that he was ready to fuck her again, knowing each time it was getting longer and more time consuming.

‘Please Robert, I must rest!’ she pleaded.

Robert had never only fucked his girls twice, plus he wouldn’t dream of wasting the Viagra, he’d paid £10 for each tablet.

‘You rest this time, I’ll do all the work’ Robert grabbed her hips and eased her around beneath him in one fowl swoop. Making sure that his cock didn’t slip out, even then his cock was thickening more.

Emma went to object, Robert put his finger toward her lips.

‘Shush!’ he whispered. ‘Lie back and thing of England!’

She’d little choice now, his cock had regained its strength and was ploughing into her, as if it was the first fuck it had had in weeks. Emma was more worried about messing up his bedding. Peter had always placed a towel or something beneath her if he was going for the long haul, nevertheless he’d never fuck her twice in one go, even he didn’t cum as much as Robert had, she knew she couldn’t hold much more without leaking, but if he didn’t take his cock out of her, how could it seep out.

How she did it she couldn’t tell, but in all he’d fucked her six times without pulling out, at last he seemed knackered. Her pussy felt as if it was at bursting point, never had she been fucked six times in one day let alone three hours.

‘Now can I get us some drinks?’ Emma suggested, lifting his face up into her hands.

‘Sure!’ Robert grinned. ‘Are you sure you’re up to it?’

Emma would be glad to just be able to get out from under him, at least now she could say she’d been well and truly fucked.

‘Meaning what?’ Emma asked.

Robert knew she be in no condition to leave the bed so soon.

Emma managed to pull herself from underneath him, and then went to swing her legs onto the floor. They were numb to say the least.

‘Jesus, my legs they’re dead!’

‘You want me to go’ Robert laughed. ‘All this eagerness for a drink, and at the end I have to get it’ Robert threw his legs off the bed and stood beside it. ‘Will it be another Pimm’s or tea or coffee?’

‘Would you have a soft drink, Orange or Lemon?’ Emma replied in a pleading like tone. ‘And some tissue if you wouldn’t mind?’

‘Your wish is my command, but do get undressed, it will be a lot easier for us both.” Robert sniggered as he walked off.

It was the first time Emma had got to see his cock, though in a lifeless state it still seem huge to her. She felt drained, and from the waist downwards it seemed as she was paralysed. She reached down rubbing her legs as if to will them back to life.



It was a few moments before Robert reappeared, dawned with a tray with two glasses on it, but that wasn’t what caught Emma’s attention, his cock was once more jutting out like a flagpole, with the tissues draped over it.

She looked up to his face, noting the broad smile.

“There we go, little refreshment then back to work?’ Robert chuckled placing the tray onto the bedside cabinet.

‘You’re not saying you want more, Robert please, I’m exhausted!’

‘You’ve hardly done any work as to yet…don’t worry I’ll take over again!’ he smiled handing her the Orange juice and the tissue.

Emma place the tissue straight between her legs then took the Orange juice from him.

‘Now don’t you get making that little pussy of yours to dry?’ He grinned, as he sat down on the bed. ‘How d’you feel now then?’ he inquired of her.

‘I don think I can quite put it into words at present’

‘Your not telling that you’re not enjoying yourself?’

‘Don’t get me wrong, it’s just that it appears to be very taxing’

‘You up for some more then?’

Emma didn’t want to let the side down so to speak; she could do with a nice long rest. ‘Let me recuperate for awhile whilst we have our drinks I should be alright by then’ Emma hoped. She knew she wouldn’t stop over wondering just as to how she was going to get home, as Robert didn’t drive.

So far Emma had leaked a little amount, she’d have thought she would have left snail tracks all over the bed by this time, as to where it had all gone heaven alone knows she thought. As far as enjoyment was concerned, yes she had enjoyed it, never had she been through so many orgasms in her life in such a short space of time. Robert reached across the bed picking her hand up by the wrist, and then placing it onto his cock. Emma took it and encircled it into her hand; it felt enormous as she run her fingers around it, every now and again it would throb, Emma look up toward Robert.

‘He’s more than ready when you are sugarplum’ He grinned.

Emma removed the tissue from between her legs, it was but damp, it didn’t make sense, she still felt as if she was still full of cock.

Robert eased her down the bed, nibbling at her neck as he did so, her breasts and nipples had already peaked, her body was ready but was she.

‘Well be different this time, I’m sure you’ll love it?’ Robert started to twist her over onto her front. ‘Come on up on your knees’

Peter had often done it this way but normally she done all the work by rocking backwards onto him. Robert pulled her to the edge of the bed, standing behind her.

Firstly he started to finger her, she wasn’t wet, she was saturated, after he’d toyed with her pussy for a few minutes, he exchanged his fingers for his cock, still he spread her as he pushed himself in, Emma suddenly felt the two bulky fingers being driven up her back passage, the feeling was enjoyable to say the least. He’d keep withdrawing his cock, wiping the juices onto his finger and then forcing them back up her anus. Emma was taking pleasure in both holes now, which was until Robert levelled his cock up to her back passage. Emma pulled a pillow down in front of herself and buried her face into it as he gently forced it up her.

‘Mary, mother of Jesus, Christ Robert, there is no way that that will go in there,’ She bellowed back to him.

For an instant she felt his fingers back in her pussy, she sensed there were more than two, he was now gyrating them at a colossal rate, her head went back into the pillow, but this time it was to cover her screams. Because of the wetness of her pussy all manner of strange noises were coming from her rear end. Robert was fucking her now like a man demented, going from one hole to the other, orgasm after orgasm came and went, never had she experienced such sensations Emma was mumbling unintelligible words as she punched at the pillow. She wanted to rock in time with his motion, but her legs ached, she felt numb from the waist down, if anything Robert was now holding her in the position, She didn’t know whether to cry or scream. He pulled her back onto him, his cock buried deep, again she sense the hot needle like pains as he blew his load, she felt almost as if her spine would break in two. Never had anyone ever cum in her back passage. Peter had always pulled out, forcing his cock back up her pussy when he downloaded. This would be her seventh load, surely now she could rest.

“Your doing well” Robert chuckled as he withdrew, easing her over onto her side.

Emma could only sense by his words there was still more to come. She tried to straighten herself on the bed her legs were now unresponsive.

‘Here, have a drop of juice, that’ll make you feel better I’m sure of that.

Emma reached up taking the glass from his hand. ‘Robert I’m knackered, no more please!’

‘The nights young yet, anyway I’ll be taking you out for a drink later!’ Robert inferred.

“I think I’ll be needing crutches at this rate!” Emma implied.

“Don’t be silly, you’re doing fine?”

Emma couldn’t believe his words, where was he getting his stamina, if Peter had lasted half an hour with her, that was good, and then she’d have to do everything for the rest of the evening. She felt drained, how would she explain herself to her mother and father, she’d arranged to stay with them this evening. She held the glass out towards him.

“Thank you, I needed that. I have to leave before 7.30, my parents are expecting me, I’m staying over’ Emma stated, looking at her watch.

‘Well that gives us at least another hour, we’ll make it a long slow one this time.”

“Robert, I’m shattered, no more I can’t handle it!” Emma tried to give sense of meaning to her tone.

“Don’t you worry none, nice slow and gentle, but I thought you like the rough bits, you seemed to moan more anyway?” Robert laughed at his own words as he climbed onto the bed once again.

Emma knew he’d not take no for an answer, he eased her back up into the middle of the bed, spreading her lags as he did so. She’d not the energy to hinder his requirements; her legs just fell apart as he laid her back down once more. She looked down between them as he positioned himself above her, the immense organ swung from side to side; he reached down guiding it toward her.

This time he went straight in, she felt nothing but knew he’d hit bottom as he’d pushed her up the bed in doing so. So much for his gentleness, he started to fuck her hard, almost as if he knew she couldn’t feel his aggressiveness. All the pleasure was now gone, she could feel nothing; she knew that she’d be more than sore in the morning. Oh how she wished it were morning. It was no wonder that Judy had said nothing of her session with him, by all accounts none of his past encounters would speak of their ordeals, only between each other, possibly to evaluate notes so to speak. He was going at her like a steam engine, sweat was poring from his brow, and Emma could only assume the damage that he might be doing to her. Suddenly he reached under her armpits, pulling himself up into her, Emma sensed the hot sperm gushing up into her belly her once more. With this Emma past out, more because of the lack of energy than anything else.



When she came to, she was sitting in an armchair fully dressed; Robert was tapping her on her arm.

“Brought you a cup of coffee. How do you feel?”

Emma blinked her eyes; the light was very bright in the room. She really didn’t know how she felt; she sensed the numbness was still there. Knowing that the ordeal was over she felt somewhat relieved.

“Alright I think” She smiled taking the coffee.

“I’ll order you a taxi when you’re ready to go, drink your coffee. Shame you arranged to stay at your parents, we were getting on so well there!”

“Always once a month, it’s a sort of get together, my brother stays also”

After a while Robert rang for the taxi, then they sat and talked.

“How long was I out for?” Emma quizzed.

“Only about ten minutes” Robert smiled.

Emma looked at the clock on the wall, which would make his so-called lovemaking eight times within five hours. Now she was in the club so to speak, Judy might let out her secrets on his performance, she laughed to herself thinking back on her words in the club Thank God for the pill, she’d have bound to have been pregnant with the amount that he’d pumped up her, and she did mean pumped.

“That must be your taxi!” Robert jumped from his chair and made for the window and looked down. Yes, it’s here.

Emma went to stand. “Can you walk okay?” Robert inquired.

“Walk, I can’t even stand!” She chuckled.

Robert walked over taking her arm, “I’ll help you down to the taxi”

Thankfully there was a lift, her legs felt like jelly, as if they just weren’t there anymore, the taxi driver got out to open the rear door as saw them coming out of the front door.

“You’ll be alright by the time you get home, you can be sure of that!” Robert gave her a peck on the cheek as she slumped onto the back seat.






“What have you been up to then?” The taxi driver asked once he’d taken the directions of his fare.

“Just hurt my back, but it’s effected my legs also” Emma explained.

“I don’t know what happens in there but I had two or three girls leave here in that condition in the past”



Emma didn’t know what to say when she got to her parents front door aided by the taxi driver. Her father paid the fare.

“You look as if you’ve been in the wars, whatever have you done?”

“I’m alright Mum, think I’ve just jarred my back, I’ll be okay after a sit down!” Emma didn’t know quite what to do; she knew she couldn’t stand without assistance.

“Come over here Em…Come on Colin, let Em lay out on there!” Her father had turn to her brother who was sitting on the settee.

Emma eased herself down and lay lengthwise on the settee.

“I’ll make you a cuppa, I’m sure you’ll feel better very soon, how did you manage to hurt yourself then?” Her mother inquired of her.

“Just fooling around I’ll guess, I’m sure its nothing to worry about” Emma grinned to her audience.

At that moment the phone rang, her father went to pick it up.

“Yes, she’s just walked in the door, or should I say hobbled, I’ll give her the phone’

“Who is it Dad?” Emma asked knowing that Robert hadn’t the number and Peter didn’t know she was staying with her parents.

“It’s Judy pet, now you keep your feet up” Her father implied as he handed her the phone.

“Hi Judy!”

“What’s this; hobbled in, what have you been up to” She chuckled. “Did you have a good time then, thought you’d be home about now”

“Hobbled, I can’t even stand!” Emma whispered down the phone. “You could have warned me!”

“How could I, you’d have never gone if I’d have told you. He’s one hell of a lover though isn’t he, what staying power!” Judy laughed. “How many times then?”

“No, you first!”

“Six!” Judy sniggered.

“Eight with me!”

“Jammy bitch, are you seeing him tomorrow?”

“Not on your life, by what I’ve been through I think I’m going to be in a lot of pain tomorrow, couldn’t go through that again”

“He’s only like that on the first date, sort of trying you out so to speak, everything is fine after the first date, just a couple of times a night and once in the morning if you happen to stay over”

“But where does he get the energy from, I couldn’t believe it, once finished he’s back in the saddle again so to speak within minutes. I just know I’m going to be sore in the morning”

“Lot’s of us have tried to fathom that out, one day we’ll have the answer, I only rang to see if you wanted to come down the club tonight?”

“I really don’t think I’m moving that far, I don’t know how I’ll make the stairs at bedtime!”

“You should have stayed with him, at least he’d have put you to bed” Judy could be heard chuckling in the background.

“And the what else!” Emma stated. “In for more of a hammering I’d expect, he didn’t like the idea that I was coming home”.

“I think you should ring him tomorrow; honest, he’s as right as rain the second day! At least try and stay a week with him, you might be the one to work out his secret. Must fly I have to get dressed ready to go out, catch you over the weekend”

Emma put down the phone and picked up her coffee, then lay back onto the settee. ‘She is right!” Emma thought, “He must be on something, how could any man do that, he wasn’t interested in staying power, why should he be, if he can do the same basically straight afterwards. Peter would have to wait at least three maybe four hours and he’d only done that once”

“How do you feel now dear?” Her mother quizzed. “How would you like me to run you a nice hot bath for you?”

“I think I would like that Mum,”


































The bed was a mess in the morning, Emma had to get up twice in the night as it was, what’s more her pussy just ached, and she still walked funny.

“So what are your plans for today then pet! Dad had always called her this from her younger years.

“Into town, I have some friends to meet this afternoon” Emma smiled.

“How’s your back today?” Mother asked.

“Heaps better thank you Mum, legs are still a little unsteady though!”

Her brother sat at the opposite side of the table ginning at her, with a twinkle in his eye. He was about three years older than Emma.

“Why are you looking at me like that for?”

“Fooling around, I bet I know the cause of your back and leg pain or numbness might be a better word?” He beamed. “Lucky fella I’d say”

“Why would you say that?” Emma quizzed.

“Body language, it stands out a mile!”

Emma never spoke another word to him over breakfast, she did wonder if anyone else had noticed her body language as her brother had put it.

Colin was the first to leave the table, making for the patio, sitting one of the low sun beds. Emma followed, with her tea, sitting along side him, placing the cup on the table…over the years they’d both been close, never much friction between them.

“I’m sorry, did I say something out of place in there” Colin implied. “I hope you haven’t taken offence?”

“No, I’m the one to blame; but what did you mean exactly by body language.

“Sis, forgive me, but being a man, we notice things about a woman, Ok, you’re my sister, I can assure you I meant no offence by what I said, okay, perhaps I spoke out of turn. But to me…you have a sexual predicament”

“You think Dad suspects that also?” Emma stated, looking back into the house.

“Not likely, the problem I’m talking about didn’t happen to much in his younger days, at least I would think not!

“Can we talk about your theory?”

“As I said Em, I was talking out of turn, it doesn’t really doesn’t matter, and that sort of thing is your own private affair”

“Colin, it’s alright…we’ve been straight with each other before. What actually did you mean?”

“You mean by lucky fella?”

“Partly, but it was the body language that took my surprise, what body language! I didn’t realise I was showing any?”

“Em you said your legs or back for that matter ached or felt numb. Normally a girl gets this after a good session of sex, depending on how long it lasted, as far as the body language is concerned, your hand has seemed to be sandwiched between your legs quite a bit since last night. Let me put it this way, from my own experience with women; you’ve had more than a good seeing to. As to the Lucky fella, with a girl looking like you, sometimes I wish you weren’t my sister, good luck to him!”

Emma reached forward picking up her cup with a smile on her face. “D’you know Colin its nice having a brother like you, Ok, I’ve known you to be protective of me in the past. However, now I’m old enough to look after myself, Nevertheless I’d like to run something passed you, see what your reaction would be?”

“Go for it! How can I help?”

“If I asked you, this is off the record so to speak” Emma grinned. “How many times have you had sex, in how short a time?”
“That’s not that easy, but as I recall three times in four hours, but, she was an outstanding girl”

Emma looked back into the house once more. “Would you say eight times in five hours was a great performance?”

“Are we talking about you…with how many guys?”

“Colin! Not so much me, but one guy?”

“Couldn’t see that happening. I don’t think a man could recuperate that quickly!”

Emma felt a numb ache at the top of her virginal passage, almost as if something was swollen within, she went to put her hand down on her tummy, but thought better of it, after Colin’s mention of body language. She did wonder as the hammering that she might have had when she’d passed out on Robert.

“You’re not saying that this is what happened to you; surely not?”

“I’m afraid so!” Emma shifted in her chair as she spoke.

“I’m not doubting you Em, but that is one hell of a tall story, if it had be from another’s lips, I cane assure you I wouldn’t believe it. Who is this guy, do I know him?”

“Yes, I should think so, his name is Robert,”

Colin cut her short in her words. “Not, Robert Thorpe?”

“I thought you might know of him!”

“He’s supposed to be the town’s stud, but I’ve never heard that of him. I mean that of what you have said, I know he’s been through half the town’s girls by all accounts. Is he as good as what he the impression he gives, lot’s of us would like to know of his style”

“Colin you don’t want to know of his style!”

“He can’t be that bad surely?”

“It’s not really style as such, it’s just that once he starts, he seems to have the stamina of an Ox. As soon as he’s finished, and I can tell you that’s an ordeal in itself. He doesn’t lay back and rest, or give you a cuddle, in fact he’s still within, it’s then that you feel the engorgement starting as life comes back to him, and again he starts. It seems only minutes and his up and running again.”

“How do you mean ordeal?”

Emma looked at him and smiled, she didn’t think he’d be querying the finer points, hoping that details wouldn’t prompt his own sexuality.

“Well putting it bluntly, when he came, it was like a red hot geezer erupting inside me. He wouldn’t move until he knew I’d got the last drop and each flood was quite heavy, and as I said, he never pulled out, so it was building up after each session. With all that inside you, then he’d start ploughing into you again, I felt as if I would burst!”

“Lucky Beggar!”

“Colin I’m your sister!”

“Sorry, but I was just thinking of his luck, God I wish I could fuck like that, and with someone like you, no question as to why he was blowing buckets, so would I?”

“Colin!”

“So what happened to all this fluid build up then?”

“Well, when I had my bath last night I thought that was it, that was until this morning, the bed was smothered with it!”

“Sorry Sis, but you’re making me feel horny just talking about it!”

“I not referring to it to get you worked up, I wondered if you could throw some light on it, and as to why he has some much endurance, Peter was never like that!”

“Without trying you…I wouldn’t know?” Colin had picked up is cup to drink, looking over it for her answer, hiding his sheepish grin.

“Colin, what are you implying?”

“Like I said, I wouldn’t know unless I tried myself. How could I?”

Colin left her to work out his meaning, he’d often fancied fucking her. This way there may even be a chance.




“So what are you two up to this morning? Were going into town, shouldn’t be back until around 2 o’clock!”

Colin threw his hands into his lap; he wasn’t expecting anyone to come out of the house. He knew he’d a raging hard on.

“Were fine, I want to take a shower!” Emma smiled.

“You’ll stay for a bit of lunch then when we come back?” Her Mother implied.

“Sounds good Mum, I’d like that!”

“No point in asking you Colin is there?”

“I’ll go along with that Mum, I’m in no rush today!” Colin replied. “Anyway, I have a couple of things I’d like to get together”

Then we’ll leave you to it, be good!” Their Mother replied as she walked back into the house.

“Well at least you sound as if you’re going to be busy?” Emma exclaimed, “I’ll finish my tea, then go up”

Colin looked back into the house, assuring the coast was clear before he spoke.

“Mind if I join you?”

Emma nearly choked on her tea, with his sudden outburst, she pulled her cup away from her mouth wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

“For a minute there, I almost believed you!” Emma laughed.

“I’m deadly serious Sis. How can I be of assistance to you if you don’t give me an opportunity to discover for myself? What better person could you ask?

“Colin you’re my brother for Christ sake, and the way I feel at this moment, I think that’s the last thing I want! Now perhaps I can throw those sheets in the washing machine. I don’t know what Mum would have though should she of seen them”

“I know that, why d’you think I’m asking, I guarantee that I’ll be nothing like you have spoke of, anyway I have my own name to live up to! God I love it when you talk dirty”

“Dirty!” Emma quizzed

“The sheets, Christ Emma, you know how to turn a guy on!”

Both turned sharply to look inside the house as they heard the front door close with a bang. Colin lifted his arm viewing his wristwatch.

“Three hours then!” He winked, standing from the table, his hands freeing his throbbing hard on. “Don’t forget the washing machine!” He grinned.

Emma watched as he left the table to walk back inside the house, she’d seen for herself that he was aroused. Still, she insisted within her mind he was teasing.

Emma pulled the sheets and duvet cover from the bed, both we’re stuck solidly together, she knew she’d have them washed and dried before her parents returned.



The shower felt invigorating as the hot streams hit her body, she pored the liquid shower solution into her hand, and then running it over her body, she felt suddenly revitalized. Her fingers reached down inside her pussy; thankfully it felt more constrained since last night, the sensation of her fingers felt good. Her mind went back to the previous afternoon with Robert, remembering the intensity of her orgasms, the feelings of her tummy when he downloaded his seed deep inside. God what a capacity he had, never had Peter left her feeling this way when he’d cum. She knew in her mind that she wanted more of him; Judy had told her that he would be gentle after the first date, she threw her head back allowing the vigour of the shower on her face, she sensed the thickness of his cock reaming her inner pussy walls. The numbness of her inner pussy had left her, now just the recollection of the afternoon was in her mind.
“Room for a small one!”

Emma came back to her senses, at the suddenness of the voice. Colin was standing with the shower curtain pulled back, viewing the stunning body before him, he said no more but stepped in beside her.

“Colin, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Relax Sis, this is our special time, I’ve thought of this for years!”

Colin moved into the shower pulling the curtain closed behind him. His mouth went straight onto her breast, whilst his hand slid up the within her legs, just one finger manipulating her pussy lips. Emma threw her head back once more, only this time with a full gasp, her mind was racing; her voice paralysed, all disapproval gone, reaching down she took his cock into her hand. Never had she fantasized that her brother had such maturity, his cock pulsed within her fingers she felt like lifting herself upon tiptoes; allowing him to penetrate her there and then, his lips moved leisurely down her body, nibbling, inching nearer to her hypersensitive region, his finger could now be felt slowly sliding within her, because of his posture her hand had slipped from his pounding organ, placing her hands onto his head running her slender fingers through his tight curly hair. As his tongue found its mark, she thrust out her hips out enthusiastically eager for more tranquillity, tongue and finger now working in complete synchronization with each other.

Her hands fell back clutching at the rails in the shower, her whole body at his charge, his tongue lapped soothingly, clitoris standing firmly, enjoying the enormous stimulation he was bestowing on her. The whites of her knuckles stood out, so hard was she gripping the rails, orgasm was upon her, her head dropped forward as she let out a long low moan.

Colin stood back lifting her feet up onto the edge of the shower tray spreading her legs in doing so, he moved in between, lifting his cock. Emma let go of the rails placing her hands onto his shoulders as she sensed his cock sliding up in the bounds of her moist walls It felt solid, strong, she lowed her body facilitating an eased his position, then pulling him toward her kissing him hard on the lips. The spray of the water jets aiding their eyes to close; Emma sensed a feeling of excitement as Colin forced his cock deep lifting her body as he did so, her hands dropping suddenly clutching his buttocks pulling him in closer and deeper into her body.