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Lance Gets a Physical (PE, BE, MFF)
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- GTOK,
Joan pulled her body away from hovering over Peggy and watched Brandon drive his long rod in and out of her quivering pussy. She took one of Peggy’s large nipples in her mouth, first lightly flicked it with her tongue, but then increasing the pressure and intensity until she was sucking and biting the big roughly. Peggy screamed her approval and Brandon leaned down and attempted to do the same to the other nipple, but because of the distance his cock forced him to sit back, it proved difficult to maintain proper suction. Peggy obliged them by working on the other one as well as Peggy convulse and spasm with orgasm.
Joan looked over to Long and Tasha and saw that their pace had slowed considerably. They were both drenched in sweat and breathing as if they’d both ran a marathon at full sprint. Long’s face was beet red and his body was flushed. The enormous ballsac hung like a sac of potatoes and swung just as heavily back and forth underneath him. Joan knew that he was buried into Tasha as far as he could go as the strokes they were taking were very long; she estimated there was a solid 8 or 9 inches, at least, still left out of Tasha’s hot pussy. Her own pussy throbbed at the thought of having that meat inside of her again. “I hope this time I can remember it,” Joan thought, referencing her last encounter with Long that she had only a foggy recollection of. She grabbed her own fat nipple and pulled it other mouth and sucked it hard as she stuck there fingers in her snatch. Joan closed her eyes and sighed - it felt good but it wasn’t enough. She didn’t dare push any of these women away just so she could get her fix but she desperately needed to be fucked.
The thump on her nose made her open up her eyes and smile. Standing before her was Lance, his hefty appendage hanging heavy and thick between his legs. He smiled down at her - “Looks like you could use some help.” Joan smiled and snuggle her face into his big meat, snaking her tongue over the large head. Even in its flaccid state, the head of his cock was gigantic. “After effects of that machine,” Joan thought. “It’ll take a ton of lube to get that thing inside of me.”
She gave the rest of his dong an inspection and noted that it wasn’t just the head that had gotten larger, but his whole cock seemed to be bigger. It was noticeably thicker and his balls were much larger as well. Long reached down and grabbed the base of his shaft tightly in his hand. The eruption was loud, even without him saying a word. The sound of the jets of cum firing form the hug slit were quite audible along with the loud “splat” of the thick, heavy jizz on the floor. The pencil thick streams arched high over Tasha’s head and landed several feet away from the couch. Long didn’t so much as groan but his face was painted with the steely determination and agony of a man fighting to hold it all back. He face was covered with large beads of sweat and each stream of spunk made it seem like he would pass out.
Joan looked over to Long and Tasha and saw that their pace had slowed considerably. They were both drenched in sweat and breathing as if they’d both ran a marathon at full sprint. Long’s face was beet red and his body was flushed. The enormous ballsac hung like a sac of potatoes and swung just as heavily back and forth underneath him. Joan knew that he was buried into Tasha as far as he could go as the strokes they were taking were very long; she estimated there was a solid 8 or 9 inches, at least, still left out of Tasha’s hot pussy. Her own pussy throbbed at the thought of having that meat inside of her again. “I hope this time I can remember it,” Joan thought, referencing her last encounter with Long that she had only a foggy recollection of. She grabbed her own fat nipple and pulled it other mouth and sucked it hard as she stuck there fingers in her snatch. Joan closed her eyes and sighed - it felt good but it wasn’t enough. She didn’t dare push any of these women away just so she could get her fix but she desperately needed to be fucked.
The thump on her nose made her open up her eyes and smile. Standing before her was Lance, his hefty appendage hanging heavy and thick between his legs. He smiled down at her - “Looks like you could use some help.” Joan smiled and snuggle her face into his big meat, snaking her tongue over the large head. Even in its flaccid state, the head of his cock was gigantic. “After effects of that machine,” Joan thought. “It’ll take a ton of lube to get that thing inside of me.”
She gave the rest of his dong an inspection and noted that it wasn’t just the head that had gotten larger, but his whole cock seemed to be bigger. It was noticeably thicker and his balls were much larger as well. Long reached down and grabbed the base of his shaft tightly in his hand. The eruption was loud, even without him saying a word. The sound of the jets of cum firing form the hug slit were quite audible along with the loud “splat” of the thick, heavy jizz on the floor. The pencil thick streams arched high over Tasha’s head and landed several feet away from the couch. Long didn’t so much as groan but his face was painted with the steely determination and agony of a man fighting to hold it all back. He face was covered with large beads of sweat and each stream of spunk made it seem like he would pass out.
- GTOK,
Joan stared wide-eyed at the spectacle. She had just witnessed Lance drop what seemed like an inhuman amount of cum from into the milling machine, but it was a drop in the bucket compared to what she was seeing now. Tasha, for her part, had turned over onto her back and had grabbed his heavy balls in her hands, handling them roughly and slapping them. She continued to bark out commands to Long: “Shoot that cum, mother fucker! That’s it baby! Spray it! Spray it! I wanna feel it on my big ass titties! Come on you big dick freak! Yes! Yes! Yessssssss!”
It went on and on and on, seemingly with no end in sight. Joan wondered why neither Long or Tasha weren't jacking the monster wang as it sprayed semen everywhere and she made a note to ask about that later. Long simply kept his left hand in the white-knuckled death grip on the base while his other hand braced himself on the back of the sofa. Joan heard both Brandon and Peggy scream from behind her and turned around in time to see Brandon sitting back on his heels, firing a sizable load himself. Jet after jet of thick spooge arched high into the air and landed on Peggy’s face, tits and stomach. Unlike Long, Brandon was extremely vocal in his release. Joan noted again that Brandon, just like Long, only grabbed the base of the shaft and that Peggy did everything not to touch the shaft.
She was about to lean over and ask Lance if he noticed what she was seeing when she noticed that Long and Tasha were back at it again, this time with Tasha laying back on the couch and Long between her legs, pressing the still rigid and pulsing head into her gaping hole. Even from a few feet away, Jon could see just how stretched Tasha was and it made her audibly gulp. She looked down at Lance’s mighty appendage and noted that it was starting to come to life and she wondered if she was going to be able to take him in the hyper-expansive state he was in.
“Lance need to drain again,” Long said, snapping Joan out of her trance like stare. Long was slowly moving his hips back and forth, sliding his big cock in and out of the busty black vixen underneath him. Long’s words took them both by surprise; not just what he said, but how he said it. It was as if he were giving directions to another staff member. His voice was level and calm, a far cry from the mask of pleasure and horror his face wore just moments earlier. His breathing had slowed and while still drenched in sweat, he looked as if nothing was wrong. Lance stole a glance to his right at the large puddles of thick white cum on the floor and wondered if he was watching, in real-time, what he was soon to become.
“You mean I need to get on the machine again?” Lance asked. Long shook his head, never breaking his stroke. “I was actually talking to your wife,” he said, nodding to Joan. “You need to perform a secondary, and if necessary, additional drainage until his “tanks,” for lack of a better term, have been exhausted. Unfortunately, he cannot do more than one session on the milker within a 36-hour period. You will need to perform the follow-on manually. And from here on out, he’ll have to release on his own - you can’t aide in the ejaculatory process in any fashion.” Tasha grabbed her big nipples and stretched them up and out, pulling her mighty mammaries out to nearly arms length. “In other words, you cannot ‘jack' his dick or stroke him while he’s coming,” she added as Long bent down and took one of the fat nipples in his mouth. “May seem counterintuitive, but it actually helps not to do that. By not forcing any additional pressure during the ejaculatory contractions, more of the fluid is able to be released.”
Joan nodded in understanding, but her head was swimming. First, like Lance, she couldn’t believe the amount of cum that Brandon and Long had dumped and that they were still able to remain iron-hard (Branding and Peggy were now on one of the sofas with Peggy riding his long cock in a very hot cowgirl position). Second, she found it equally unbelievable that Tasha and Long were talking to them in the manner they were after just fucking they way they were - and STILL were. Lance looked over at Joan and smiled. “Guess we’d better get to work.”
He led them over to one of the free sofas a few feet away from Tasha and Long and sat down. They watched as his cock quickly inflated until it was tall and rigid, standing straight up from his groin like a rocket on its pad ready to launch. Joan traced her finger along the fat veins as they watched the two couples continue in their passionate and wildly erotic orgy. Brandon was pounding his thick steak into Peggy from behind now, loud squelching noises joined into with the symphony or moans and groans and other sounds of sex. Lance grabbed Joan’s left tit and lifted the heavy boob up to his mouth, clamping his lips around the long thick nipple.
It went on and on and on, seemingly with no end in sight. Joan wondered why neither Long or Tasha weren't jacking the monster wang as it sprayed semen everywhere and she made a note to ask about that later. Long simply kept his left hand in the white-knuckled death grip on the base while his other hand braced himself on the back of the sofa. Joan heard both Brandon and Peggy scream from behind her and turned around in time to see Brandon sitting back on his heels, firing a sizable load himself. Jet after jet of thick spooge arched high into the air and landed on Peggy’s face, tits and stomach. Unlike Long, Brandon was extremely vocal in his release. Joan noted again that Brandon, just like Long, only grabbed the base of the shaft and that Peggy did everything not to touch the shaft.
She was about to lean over and ask Lance if he noticed what she was seeing when she noticed that Long and Tasha were back at it again, this time with Tasha laying back on the couch and Long between her legs, pressing the still rigid and pulsing head into her gaping hole. Even from a few feet away, Jon could see just how stretched Tasha was and it made her audibly gulp. She looked down at Lance’s mighty appendage and noted that it was starting to come to life and she wondered if she was going to be able to take him in the hyper-expansive state he was in.
“Lance need to drain again,” Long said, snapping Joan out of her trance like stare. Long was slowly moving his hips back and forth, sliding his big cock in and out of the busty black vixen underneath him. Long’s words took them both by surprise; not just what he said, but how he said it. It was as if he were giving directions to another staff member. His voice was level and calm, a far cry from the mask of pleasure and horror his face wore just moments earlier. His breathing had slowed and while still drenched in sweat, he looked as if nothing was wrong. Lance stole a glance to his right at the large puddles of thick white cum on the floor and wondered if he was watching, in real-time, what he was soon to become.
“You mean I need to get on the machine again?” Lance asked. Long shook his head, never breaking his stroke. “I was actually talking to your wife,” he said, nodding to Joan. “You need to perform a secondary, and if necessary, additional drainage until his “tanks,” for lack of a better term, have been exhausted. Unfortunately, he cannot do more than one session on the milker within a 36-hour period. You will need to perform the follow-on manually. And from here on out, he’ll have to release on his own - you can’t aide in the ejaculatory process in any fashion.” Tasha grabbed her big nipples and stretched them up and out, pulling her mighty mammaries out to nearly arms length. “In other words, you cannot ‘jack' his dick or stroke him while he’s coming,” she added as Long bent down and took one of the fat nipples in his mouth. “May seem counterintuitive, but it actually helps not to do that. By not forcing any additional pressure during the ejaculatory contractions, more of the fluid is able to be released.”
Joan nodded in understanding, but her head was swimming. First, like Lance, she couldn’t believe the amount of cum that Brandon and Long had dumped and that they were still able to remain iron-hard (Branding and Peggy were now on one of the sofas with Peggy riding his long cock in a very hot cowgirl position). Second, she found it equally unbelievable that Tasha and Long were talking to them in the manner they were after just fucking they way they were - and STILL were. Lance looked over at Joan and smiled. “Guess we’d better get to work.”
He led them over to one of the free sofas a few feet away from Tasha and Long and sat down. They watched as his cock quickly inflated until it was tall and rigid, standing straight up from his groin like a rocket on its pad ready to launch. Joan traced her finger along the fat veins as they watched the two couples continue in their passionate and wildly erotic orgy. Brandon was pounding his thick steak into Peggy from behind now, loud squelching noises joined into with the symphony or moans and groans and other sounds of sex. Lance grabbed Joan’s left tit and lifted the heavy boob up to his mouth, clamping his lips around the long thick nipple.
- GTOK,
"Mmmmmmmmmm,” she moaned. “That’s it baby. Suck mom’s fat tit,” she added for emphasis, her voice thick with lust and anticipation. She fixed her gaze back to Lance’s cock, the big pole seemed impossibly thick. Joan tried to stretch her fingers all the way around the shaft but came up woefully short, a solid inch to a inch and a half still separated them. His big scrotum draped over the edge of the sofa, the big testicles looked like small potatoes in their sac. The tower of flesh pulsed and throbbed powerfully in her hand, the precum flowing from the tip in a steady stream down the shaft, over her fingers, down the big sac and dripping onto the floor. Joan grabbed the fat prick in both hands and started to pump it slowly but very firmly, making more and more of the slick discharge flow.
“Put your mouth on it,” Lance muttered. His eyes were closed now as he basked join the sensations running up and down his cock form the hard hand job. Joan obliged him and did as she instructed, leaning forward and licking the big coronal ridge with her thick tongue. The taste of the precum took Joan by surprise; it has a slightly different consistency and was sweeter than usual. She sucked more of it into her mouth and found that she really really enjoyed the taste. She’d always enjoyed swallowing Lance’s loads and his precum before, but something was different - something had changed. She stretched her mouth wide and clamped it on as much of the head as she could and started to suck. Her mouth quickly filled with precum and she swallowed greedily even as she sucked and licked the head for more.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,” Lance groaned loudly as he shifted his hips and started to thrust his hips in response to his wife’s sucking lips and hands. The pressure she was applying to the glans was more than he was use to but the pain felt wonderful. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” he shouted as he grabbed Joan’s head and pushed her down on his knob. Joan gagged slightly but opened her mouth wider to accommodate the added bulk being shoved into her oral cavity. When she couldn’t take anymore pressure, she pulled her head back against Lance’s hand and released his cock from her mouth with an audible “pop,” releasing a flood of precum and saliva onto his shaft, groin and stomach.
Lance grabbed her head and quickly sat up, mashing his mouth onto hers and forcing his throat deep into her mouth. The couple shared an intensely erotic, extremely wet and sloppy kiss before Joan pulled back and once again attacked the big stick standing between them. She managed to get a bit more of his cock in her mouth this time before Lance pushed her away and back onto the couch. Joan quickly pulled her legs out and up, spreading her gash wide for him. Lance wasted no time and pressed the head against her hot snatch. The pressure was unlike anything Joan had ever experienced before. The big glans was throbbing and as hard as she’d ever seen it - and much larger. Lance grunted as he met resistance, but he pulled back adjusted his hips for angle of entry and pushed in again.
Slowly and methodically, Lance and Joan worked in tandem to get as much of the gigantic cock inside of her hot pussy. They worked in inch by inch until finally meeting resistance. Joan winced and arched her back as the head met her cervix. Lance raised his hips, taking a lower angle. He pulled back several inches before pushing back in. The new angle allowed him to push past his previous mark and filled his wife’s hot hole with more of his pulsing meat. Joan could hardly breath - it felt as if her entire torso was filled with her husband’s humongous dong.
Lance used short strokes, only pushing and pulling a few inches of his cock, keeping the fat head buried deep in Joan’s womb. The low angle provided the large dorsal vein direct contact with her bulging clit and before long, Joan’s body stiffened and seized in the throes of a hard orgasm. Even with the vice-like grip her snatch had on his cock, Lance did not stop stroking. He kept Joan riding wave after wave of orgasm, her screams nearly drowning out the other sounds in the room. Lance slowly and methodically increased the length of his strokes until he was pumping a good 7-8 inches in and out of her. He could feel the boil starting deep in the base of his nuts and wanted to slow down, to not let the rising tide gather any steam. But the pace was too solid, the ;use was too good, and the sensations were just too perfect for him to stop.
Joan, for her part, tried with all her might to get off of the crest she was riding but the length of the stroke and the stimulation on her clit, combined with the way Lance was pulling and pinching her nipples was too much for her. She felt Lance lift her other tit and opened her eyes just as he shoved her big nipple into her mouth. Joan sucked the fat teat hard and deep, causing tiny bolts of electricity to run from her nipple straight to her clit. She saw that Lance was starting to grunt and groan more and his breathing was becoming more and more ragged and knew that he’d be releasing his own orgasmic wave.
“Put your mouth on it,” Lance muttered. His eyes were closed now as he basked join the sensations running up and down his cock form the hard hand job. Joan obliged him and did as she instructed, leaning forward and licking the big coronal ridge with her thick tongue. The taste of the precum took Joan by surprise; it has a slightly different consistency and was sweeter than usual. She sucked more of it into her mouth and found that she really really enjoyed the taste. She’d always enjoyed swallowing Lance’s loads and his precum before, but something was different - something had changed. She stretched her mouth wide and clamped it on as much of the head as she could and started to suck. Her mouth quickly filled with precum and she swallowed greedily even as she sucked and licked the head for more.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,” Lance groaned loudly as he shifted his hips and started to thrust his hips in response to his wife’s sucking lips and hands. The pressure she was applying to the glans was more than he was use to but the pain felt wonderful. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” he shouted as he grabbed Joan’s head and pushed her down on his knob. Joan gagged slightly but opened her mouth wider to accommodate the added bulk being shoved into her oral cavity. When she couldn’t take anymore pressure, she pulled her head back against Lance’s hand and released his cock from her mouth with an audible “pop,” releasing a flood of precum and saliva onto his shaft, groin and stomach.
Lance grabbed her head and quickly sat up, mashing his mouth onto hers and forcing his throat deep into her mouth. The couple shared an intensely erotic, extremely wet and sloppy kiss before Joan pulled back and once again attacked the big stick standing between them. She managed to get a bit more of his cock in her mouth this time before Lance pushed her away and back onto the couch. Joan quickly pulled her legs out and up, spreading her gash wide for him. Lance wasted no time and pressed the head against her hot snatch. The pressure was unlike anything Joan had ever experienced before. The big glans was throbbing and as hard as she’d ever seen it - and much larger. Lance grunted as he met resistance, but he pulled back adjusted his hips for angle of entry and pushed in again.
Slowly and methodically, Lance and Joan worked in tandem to get as much of the gigantic cock inside of her hot pussy. They worked in inch by inch until finally meeting resistance. Joan winced and arched her back as the head met her cervix. Lance raised his hips, taking a lower angle. He pulled back several inches before pushing back in. The new angle allowed him to push past his previous mark and filled his wife’s hot hole with more of his pulsing meat. Joan could hardly breath - it felt as if her entire torso was filled with her husband’s humongous dong.
Lance used short strokes, only pushing and pulling a few inches of his cock, keeping the fat head buried deep in Joan’s womb. The low angle provided the large dorsal vein direct contact with her bulging clit and before long, Joan’s body stiffened and seized in the throes of a hard orgasm. Even with the vice-like grip her snatch had on his cock, Lance did not stop stroking. He kept Joan riding wave after wave of orgasm, her screams nearly drowning out the other sounds in the room. Lance slowly and methodically increased the length of his strokes until he was pumping a good 7-8 inches in and out of her. He could feel the boil starting deep in the base of his nuts and wanted to slow down, to not let the rising tide gather any steam. But the pace was too solid, the ;use was too good, and the sensations were just too perfect for him to stop.
Joan, for her part, tried with all her might to get off of the crest she was riding but the length of the stroke and the stimulation on her clit, combined with the way Lance was pulling and pinching her nipples was too much for her. She felt Lance lift her other tit and opened her eyes just as he shoved her big nipple into her mouth. Joan sucked the fat teat hard and deep, causing tiny bolts of electricity to run from her nipple straight to her clit. She saw that Lance was starting to grunt and groan more and his breathing was becoming more and more ragged and knew that he’d be releasing his own orgasmic wave.
- GTOK,
She looked over and saw that Tasha was gingerly walking over to them, Long laid back on the couch, his big cock hanging lazily over his leg and dripping cum into a large puddle on the floor. Tasha walked over to Lance and suddenly grabbed him by the back of the head with one hand, and with the other, she hefted her gigantic tit and mashed his face into it. Lance quickly found her nipple and began to suck in earnest, never breaking stroke or rhythm. She reached down and gave his big swinging scrotum three hard slaps, causing him to groan his approval. Tasha roughly pulled her tit away from his sucking mouth and moved up to Joan’s head. She pulled Joan’s tit from her mouth and replaced it with her own. Joan swirled her tongue around the large areola and slurped on the huge nipple like a baby with a bottle. Tasha yanked her tit from Joan’s mouth with a moan. “I love the way you suck my titties, bitch,” she growled before shoving her other nipple into Joan’s mouth.
The view of the titplay going on and with the way his wife’s tight pussy was massaging his shaft, Lance knew that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. He quickly started to hump and pump his cock in and out of Joan as fast as he could. Tasha took note and pulled away from Joan and took a position back alongside Lance. “Come on you horse-dicker motherfucker … I want to see that how sweet cream fly, baby … mmmmmmm I bet you wanna come right now … come one big boy, shoot that come all over the big fuckin tits … look at your wife … look at the slut … you know you want drop that big load right on her face … cover those tits in jizz … I wanna see you shoot it all over her face … mmmmm I can feel that heat from that big dick … that pussy feels wonderful don’t it … yesssssss give it to me, give it to me, give it to me ….” Tasha whispered hoarsely into Lance’s ear, driving him over the edge.
Lance pulled back with a groan and grabbed the base of his cock. He dislodged his cock from the tight confines of Joan’s gash with an audible pop and a release of juices from her hole. Tasha grabbed his other hand before it could wrap around the shaft. The move threw Lance off balance and caused him to slide backward on the couch, making his cock angle straight up in the air. The first thought that flashed through Joan’s mind was Old Faithful, the big out spring geyser at the national park they’d visited several years ago. The first thick foot long rope flew straight up into the air like a missile, hurtling 4 or 5 feet in the air and took a slow lazy arc before landing on Joan’s stomach with a splat. But before it began its descent, another blast erupted from Lance’s cock, this one almost like a spray of cum cascading from the enormous puffy meatus like the aforementioned hot spring. Lance desperately wanted to pump his big cock but Tasha’s grip on his wrist was astonishingly firm and didn’t allow his hand to come anywhere near the bucking shaft.
“He’s pumping almost as much now as he did less than an hour ago,” Joan thought as Lance’s untamed hose fired salvo after salvo of hot spunk into the air. While most landed on Joan and Tasha, a lot of it splattered on the floor around the sofa. After a nearly a minute, the orgasm subsided and slowed to an ooze. Lance dropped back on the couch exhausted, his body involuntarily twitching and jerking in post-orgasmic bliss. Lance felt a hand lifting the big shaft and give it a long slow stroke. He slowly opened his eyes and was surprised to find that it was Long that was stroking and massaging the thick shaft.
“Your penis will need to be massaged in the same manner in which I am doing now for a period of 2 to 3 minutes once ejaculatory contractions have subsided,” Long said matter of factly. It was still taking Lance some time to get his head around the fact that even though he was having a zillion orgasms and fucking like rabbits at every turn, he was in laboratory where real science was being conducted. The way they turned “it” on and off was still incredible to him and he shook his head in an effort to “get his head in the game.”
“Sure thing, Doc,” Lance said, his body nerves still twitching but the effects were on the downside. He looked over at Joan and noted that she was engaged in her own conversation with Tasha while the black woman squeezed and massaged Joan’s massive breasts. Lance could feel the slow rumblings of another erection starting as he sat and watched the two women. The sheer volume of tit flesh between the two of them was staggering and Lance wanted to feel them wrapped around his shaft. His mind flickered to Delores, Debbie, Deborah and Dianne - it was about time that he called them to come up and meet Joan - as well as meet his newfound size.
The view of the titplay going on and with the way his wife’s tight pussy was massaging his shaft, Lance knew that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. He quickly started to hump and pump his cock in and out of Joan as fast as he could. Tasha took note and pulled away from Joan and took a position back alongside Lance. “Come on you horse-dicker motherfucker … I want to see that how sweet cream fly, baby … mmmmmmm I bet you wanna come right now … come one big boy, shoot that come all over the big fuckin tits … look at your wife … look at the slut … you know you want drop that big load right on her face … cover those tits in jizz … I wanna see you shoot it all over her face … mmmmm I can feel that heat from that big dick … that pussy feels wonderful don’t it … yesssssss give it to me, give it to me, give it to me ….” Tasha whispered hoarsely into Lance’s ear, driving him over the edge.
Lance pulled back with a groan and grabbed the base of his cock. He dislodged his cock from the tight confines of Joan’s gash with an audible pop and a release of juices from her hole. Tasha grabbed his other hand before it could wrap around the shaft. The move threw Lance off balance and caused him to slide backward on the couch, making his cock angle straight up in the air. The first thought that flashed through Joan’s mind was Old Faithful, the big out spring geyser at the national park they’d visited several years ago. The first thick foot long rope flew straight up into the air like a missile, hurtling 4 or 5 feet in the air and took a slow lazy arc before landing on Joan’s stomach with a splat. But before it began its descent, another blast erupted from Lance’s cock, this one almost like a spray of cum cascading from the enormous puffy meatus like the aforementioned hot spring. Lance desperately wanted to pump his big cock but Tasha’s grip on his wrist was astonishingly firm and didn’t allow his hand to come anywhere near the bucking shaft.
“He’s pumping almost as much now as he did less than an hour ago,” Joan thought as Lance’s untamed hose fired salvo after salvo of hot spunk into the air. While most landed on Joan and Tasha, a lot of it splattered on the floor around the sofa. After a nearly a minute, the orgasm subsided and slowed to an ooze. Lance dropped back on the couch exhausted, his body involuntarily twitching and jerking in post-orgasmic bliss. Lance felt a hand lifting the big shaft and give it a long slow stroke. He slowly opened his eyes and was surprised to find that it was Long that was stroking and massaging the thick shaft.
“Your penis will need to be massaged in the same manner in which I am doing now for a period of 2 to 3 minutes once ejaculatory contractions have subsided,” Long said matter of factly. It was still taking Lance some time to get his head around the fact that even though he was having a zillion orgasms and fucking like rabbits at every turn, he was in laboratory where real science was being conducted. The way they turned “it” on and off was still incredible to him and he shook his head in an effort to “get his head in the game.”
“Sure thing, Doc,” Lance said, his body nerves still twitching but the effects were on the downside. He looked over at Joan and noted that she was engaged in her own conversation with Tasha while the black woman squeezed and massaged Joan’s massive breasts. Lance could feel the slow rumblings of another erection starting as he sat and watched the two women. The sheer volume of tit flesh between the two of them was staggering and Lance wanted to feel them wrapped around his shaft. His mind flickered to Delores, Debbie, Deborah and Dianne - it was about time that he called them to come up and meet Joan - as well as meet his newfound size.
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- GTOK,
[For perspective on the timeline, roughly three months have passed since the last entry]
Like clockwork, Lance rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed at precisely 6:15 AM. The same yawn and stretch, the same shuffling of his toes into the carpet; the familiarity of it all had a certain calming and soothing effect and he was thankful for it. The last few months had been a whirlwind - while there were still some things that had remained the same, there were so many many more things that had changed. He looked down between his legs at the biggest change and smiled.
The simplest things, like walking, sitting correctly so he didn’t crush his balls, and making sure he took a wide enough berth around objects so his bulge didn’t crash into them had been a rather large adjustment. Getting out of bed required a bit more effort than it used to with the added bulk he’d acquired in his groin. The amazing heft of his cock was never lost on him and it kept Lance in a constant state of mind somewhere between mellow and semi-arousal. The weight of his genitals, the constant and consistent pull of gravity on his cock, and the way the shaft and scrotum flopped about against his thighs perpetually kept him at a level just a few ticks away from full-blown horniness, causing his penis to remain in a state just above being completely flaccid (we’ll call it “flushed”). And because he was flushed all the time, the flow and amount of blood running through his cock kept it very warm and pliable.
Lance looked down and the wide expanse of scrotal sac spread out between his outstretched legs and at the fat shaft drooping over the side of the bed, resting between his massive testicles. He caressed the thick base of the shaft, the large network of veins pumping fresh blood into the tissues. He tried to wrapped his hand around the shaft, yet even in this flaccid flushed state, it was nearly impossible. Lance smiled; as much as things had remained the same, some things would never be the same again.
He grabbed his robe from the foot of the bed and slipped his arms through the sleeves. He rocked a couple of times to gather momentum and slowly pushed himself off the bed, the pull of his cock on his groin another reminder of how new life was. He turned around to look down on the bed to see his wife, Joan, sleeping peacefully. The rise and fall of her massive chest, yet another marker of change, was always a sight that Lance never tired of. Even asleep, her nipples were in a constant state of turgidness that made Lance fight to keep from latching his lips on the them. The size of her breasts were mesmerizing and nothing Lance thought he’d ever be able to call his. He’d always thought he was lucky to get a woman like Joan with breasts the size that she had, but never in a million years did he think he’d ever have this. He shuffled to her side of the bed and traced a finger along the light blue vein visible underneath the flesh. She shifted slightly and Lance yanked his hand back, careful not to wake her.
Next to her was Delores, sleeping peacefully beside his wife. Lance flashed back to the previous night’s festivities and smiled. The fact that she’d been so supportive of the changes that he’d undergone, had agreed to go through her own transformation, and to engage his fantasies of allowing other women into their bed and even expressing her own by being with other men as well as other women - this whole new path they’d taken together made him love her more and more every day. As he turned to head towards the bathroom, he saw the other guests still as he’d left them - lazily draped across the sofa with limbs dangling to the floor.
Deborah was still as he’d finished her: legs strewn apart, one arm dangling off the cushion onto the floor, her back and buttocks caked with an incredible amount of dried ejaculate. Debbie was on the floor underneath her, one leg up and laying on the back of Deborah’s, chest and stomach as caked with dried jizz as her friend’s back. Deborah was on the chaise, in a more traditional position but no less of a wreck as her friends. Tucked into her armpit was Lori, the blanket Lance had draped over her had shifted slightly to reveal a large perfectly round left breast. Lance liked Joan’s shape much more than Lori’s breasts - not to mention the size - but always found Lori’s breasts fascinating from the standpoint of how they rested on her chest. They never lolled off to the side but sat perfectly upright and pert. He pondered that thought for a moment before getting on with his morning business. And finally there was Dianne, laying on the floor next to the chaise, close to the fireplace. Her hair was matted to her head and face with dried cum. Lance felt a pang of guilt for leaving her that way, but the way she’d gone on and on about it and how hot and sexy it was made him forget all about it.
Lance turned and shuffled on the to bathroom and into the toilet room for yet another new ritual. He lifted the toilet seat and took position over the bowl, bracing his feet against each wall and shut the door behind him. The sensation of the rush of the flood of urine hurtling down his urethra was a feeling he never got tired of and never wanted to go away. The stream fired down into the bowl as if turning on a firehose, the deep bass reverberating in the room as if from an amplifier. Lance braced a hand against the wall to steady himself, the nerve endings in the tip of his cock sending waves of odd pleasure to his brain. For the next full minute, he’d stand there in a state of semi-orgasmic bliss as he emptied his bladder, another side effect from the medications that he had to take in order to make sure all of his newfound size operated at peak efficiency.
Like clockwork, Lance rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed at precisely 6:15 AM. The same yawn and stretch, the same shuffling of his toes into the carpet; the familiarity of it all had a certain calming and soothing effect and he was thankful for it. The last few months had been a whirlwind - while there were still some things that had remained the same, there were so many many more things that had changed. He looked down between his legs at the biggest change and smiled.
The simplest things, like walking, sitting correctly so he didn’t crush his balls, and making sure he took a wide enough berth around objects so his bulge didn’t crash into them had been a rather large adjustment. Getting out of bed required a bit more effort than it used to with the added bulk he’d acquired in his groin. The amazing heft of his cock was never lost on him and it kept Lance in a constant state of mind somewhere between mellow and semi-arousal. The weight of his genitals, the constant and consistent pull of gravity on his cock, and the way the shaft and scrotum flopped about against his thighs perpetually kept him at a level just a few ticks away from full-blown horniness, causing his penis to remain in a state just above being completely flaccid (we’ll call it “flushed”). And because he was flushed all the time, the flow and amount of blood running through his cock kept it very warm and pliable.
Lance looked down and the wide expanse of scrotal sac spread out between his outstretched legs and at the fat shaft drooping over the side of the bed, resting between his massive testicles. He caressed the thick base of the shaft, the large network of veins pumping fresh blood into the tissues. He tried to wrapped his hand around the shaft, yet even in this flaccid flushed state, it was nearly impossible. Lance smiled; as much as things had remained the same, some things would never be the same again.
He grabbed his robe from the foot of the bed and slipped his arms through the sleeves. He rocked a couple of times to gather momentum and slowly pushed himself off the bed, the pull of his cock on his groin another reminder of how new life was. He turned around to look down on the bed to see his wife, Joan, sleeping peacefully. The rise and fall of her massive chest, yet another marker of change, was always a sight that Lance never tired of. Even asleep, her nipples were in a constant state of turgidness that made Lance fight to keep from latching his lips on the them. The size of her breasts were mesmerizing and nothing Lance thought he’d ever be able to call his. He’d always thought he was lucky to get a woman like Joan with breasts the size that she had, but never in a million years did he think he’d ever have this. He shuffled to her side of the bed and traced a finger along the light blue vein visible underneath the flesh. She shifted slightly and Lance yanked his hand back, careful not to wake her.
Next to her was Delores, sleeping peacefully beside his wife. Lance flashed back to the previous night’s festivities and smiled. The fact that she’d been so supportive of the changes that he’d undergone, had agreed to go through her own transformation, and to engage his fantasies of allowing other women into their bed and even expressing her own by being with other men as well as other women - this whole new path they’d taken together made him love her more and more every day. As he turned to head towards the bathroom, he saw the other guests still as he’d left them - lazily draped across the sofa with limbs dangling to the floor.
Deborah was still as he’d finished her: legs strewn apart, one arm dangling off the cushion onto the floor, her back and buttocks caked with an incredible amount of dried ejaculate. Debbie was on the floor underneath her, one leg up and laying on the back of Deborah’s, chest and stomach as caked with dried jizz as her friend’s back. Deborah was on the chaise, in a more traditional position but no less of a wreck as her friends. Tucked into her armpit was Lori, the blanket Lance had draped over her had shifted slightly to reveal a large perfectly round left breast. Lance liked Joan’s shape much more than Lori’s breasts - not to mention the size - but always found Lori’s breasts fascinating from the standpoint of how they rested on her chest. They never lolled off to the side but sat perfectly upright and pert. He pondered that thought for a moment before getting on with his morning business. And finally there was Dianne, laying on the floor next to the chaise, close to the fireplace. Her hair was matted to her head and face with dried cum. Lance felt a pang of guilt for leaving her that way, but the way she’d gone on and on about it and how hot and sexy it was made him forget all about it.
Lance turned and shuffled on the to bathroom and into the toilet room for yet another new ritual. He lifted the toilet seat and took position over the bowl, bracing his feet against each wall and shut the door behind him. The sensation of the rush of the flood of urine hurtling down his urethra was a feeling he never got tired of and never wanted to go away. The stream fired down into the bowl as if turning on a firehose, the deep bass reverberating in the room as if from an amplifier. Lance braced a hand against the wall to steady himself, the nerve endings in the tip of his cock sending waves of odd pleasure to his brain. For the next full minute, he’d stand there in a state of semi-orgasmic bliss as he emptied his bladder, another side effect from the medications that he had to take in order to make sure all of his newfound size operated at peak efficiency.
- GTOK,
About halfway through, Lance had to flush the toilet as the water level in the bowl had reached potential overflow levels. “Thank goodness the Program is taking care of my water bills now,” Lance chuckled to himself. When he finally finished, he stood up straight and proceeded to clear any excess from his penis, first shaking the shaft and then a rolling squeeze from base to tip. When he was satisfied he was clear, he flushed again and went back into the main part of the bathroom.
The shower was relaxing as always. Lance washed and scrubbed his body twice over before concentrating the rest of the time on his cock. He turned his back to the showered and poured a drop of body wash on the base of his thick cock. He worked up a thick lather and spread it all along the shaft and balls, working the washcloth over every square inch of his massive package. The heavy wet smack of the thick phallus against his thighs was like listening to a soft melody, relaxing Lance even more. He took the next several minutes and massaged his cock and balls the way Long had demonstrated. The jelqing motions, combined with the squeezes and light stretches felt wonderful and Lance always had to be careful not to get too exited. He finally turned around and washed the soap from his groin and gave his full body another once over before stepping out.
Lance dressed quickly (today is was a long sleeve button down, but always double pleated pants for the extra room in the crotch) and headed downstairs. The driver would be there for him at 7:15, like clockwork, to take him to the lab. Tests, meetings, more tests. After deciding to take on the position of Lead Ambassador for The Program on a full-time basis, things had settled into a nice routine. He’d quit his job weeks ago, although his old boss would still contact him from time to time to help with getting through particular issues. For Joan’s part, she quit the law firm outright. She had no desire to work there when she had something to fully engage her interests with her work at The Program. She’d become a big part of Dr. Jackson’s team and worked alongside Sandra Langston, one the Program’s lead attorneys, with any legal matters that arose.
The biggest adjustment of all of it had been their kids. Telling David and Dawson what happened to their parents was one thing, but having them actually see what had happened was entirely another. But it went over way better than Lance and Joan had expected. The boys were, rather shockingly, fine with everything. Of course, they weren’t informed about “everything” but the obvious things, like their mother’s exponential breast increase and the not-so-unnoticeable bulge in their father’s trousers, were explained. Being the inquisitive kids they were, they had tons of questions and they’d had lots of talks about the science behind it all. But they were overwhelmingly supportive, and to Joan and Lance’s surprise and relief, were fine with keeping a lid on everything. Lance figured that being away at school would get their minds off of it all (but that’s another story for another time).
Lance grabbed a muffin, a banana and a small bottle of orange juice from the fridge and tossed them in a bag. He grabbed a small can of pineapple juice and took his daily dose of pills. They been reduced to only 3 now, down from the 10 he was one after his protocol was changed. His testicles had, at one point, actually reached the size of soccer balls and were far to large for him to move about. Dr. Long was able to figure out a way to have them reduced and now they were somewhere in the middle range between a softball and a handball. Still gargantuan but he was able to move around much more freely and with far less stares.
He heard her walk into the room before he felt her come up behind him and felt her breasts mash softly into his back, then her arms wrapped around him as far as she could. “Hey there, Big Daddy,” Joan murmured softly as she rested her lips on Lance’s neck. “I see you’re up and ready to go. I didn’t even get so much as a kiss this morning,” she said as he turned around to see her pouted face in mock sadness. Lance giggled. “You look so adorable when you make the puppy dog face,” he said before he kissed her on the forehead. “After last night, I didn’t want to wake you too soon. You fell over and were out like a light,” he said. Joan smiled. “Yeah, but I was up long enough to hear you roll over and lay it on Delores. I felt her grab my arm for dear life when you were fucking her - you really gave it to her,” she said with a sultry sigh. And the other ladies … wow, you really did a number on them,” she added as she rubbed his bulging crotch.
“Yeah, that’s where we ended up and I just left her there,” Lance said taking another sip of pineapple juice. “I didn’t want to wake you moving everyone around and they were all content to say right where they were” he added. “Well, poor Debbie looks like a freight train hit her,” Joan said as she slapped playfully at Lance’s bulging crotch.
Joan took the can from his hand and finished off the rest of the juice. “Well, I know today’s a big day with all of the new testing - sure you don’t want me to cook you some breakfast?” Lance held up his hand. “No, that’s okay. I don’t want to have too full a stomach. That milker does a number on me if I’d had too much. And I’ll be home early today anyway. Is Marge still stopping by?” Joan’s eyes lit up at hearing Marge’s name. She hadn’t seen her for a while and it was going to be nice to have her back in town. “Yes, she texted me last night to say she was coming in later.” Joan continued. "I’ve really missed her.” Lance smiled. “Yeh, I know you have and I’m glad she’s coming in. We’ve all got a lot to catch up on.” [We’ll get into how Joan met with Delores and the others at a later point in the story]
He glanced over at the clock - 7:15 - and looked at the monitor to see the limo pulling into the driveway. Right on time. “Well, there’s my ride, babe,” Lance said grabbing another can of pineapple juice form the fridge. “I’ll give you a call when I get settled. You have conference with Sandra at 9:30, right?” “Yep,” Joan said as she nodded in the affirmative. “Okay - I’ll try to call before then,” Lance added. “Love you.” He gave her a kiss and headed out the door.
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The shower was relaxing as always. Lance washed and scrubbed his body twice over before concentrating the rest of the time on his cock. He turned his back to the showered and poured a drop of body wash on the base of his thick cock. He worked up a thick lather and spread it all along the shaft and balls, working the washcloth over every square inch of his massive package. The heavy wet smack of the thick phallus against his thighs was like listening to a soft melody, relaxing Lance even more. He took the next several minutes and massaged his cock and balls the way Long had demonstrated. The jelqing motions, combined with the squeezes and light stretches felt wonderful and Lance always had to be careful not to get too exited. He finally turned around and washed the soap from his groin and gave his full body another once over before stepping out.
Lance dressed quickly (today is was a long sleeve button down, but always double pleated pants for the extra room in the crotch) and headed downstairs. The driver would be there for him at 7:15, like clockwork, to take him to the lab. Tests, meetings, more tests. After deciding to take on the position of Lead Ambassador for The Program on a full-time basis, things had settled into a nice routine. He’d quit his job weeks ago, although his old boss would still contact him from time to time to help with getting through particular issues. For Joan’s part, she quit the law firm outright. She had no desire to work there when she had something to fully engage her interests with her work at The Program. She’d become a big part of Dr. Jackson’s team and worked alongside Sandra Langston, one the Program’s lead attorneys, with any legal matters that arose.
The biggest adjustment of all of it had been their kids. Telling David and Dawson what happened to their parents was one thing, but having them actually see what had happened was entirely another. But it went over way better than Lance and Joan had expected. The boys were, rather shockingly, fine with everything. Of course, they weren’t informed about “everything” but the obvious things, like their mother’s exponential breast increase and the not-so-unnoticeable bulge in their father’s trousers, were explained. Being the inquisitive kids they were, they had tons of questions and they’d had lots of talks about the science behind it all. But they were overwhelmingly supportive, and to Joan and Lance’s surprise and relief, were fine with keeping a lid on everything. Lance figured that being away at school would get their minds off of it all (but that’s another story for another time).
Lance grabbed a muffin, a banana and a small bottle of orange juice from the fridge and tossed them in a bag. He grabbed a small can of pineapple juice and took his daily dose of pills. They been reduced to only 3 now, down from the 10 he was one after his protocol was changed. His testicles had, at one point, actually reached the size of soccer balls and were far to large for him to move about. Dr. Long was able to figure out a way to have them reduced and now they were somewhere in the middle range between a softball and a handball. Still gargantuan but he was able to move around much more freely and with far less stares.
He heard her walk into the room before he felt her come up behind him and felt her breasts mash softly into his back, then her arms wrapped around him as far as she could. “Hey there, Big Daddy,” Joan murmured softly as she rested her lips on Lance’s neck. “I see you’re up and ready to go. I didn’t even get so much as a kiss this morning,” she said as he turned around to see her pouted face in mock sadness. Lance giggled. “You look so adorable when you make the puppy dog face,” he said before he kissed her on the forehead. “After last night, I didn’t want to wake you too soon. You fell over and were out like a light,” he said. Joan smiled. “Yeah, but I was up long enough to hear you roll over and lay it on Delores. I felt her grab my arm for dear life when you were fucking her - you really gave it to her,” she said with a sultry sigh. And the other ladies … wow, you really did a number on them,” she added as she rubbed his bulging crotch.
“Yeah, that’s where we ended up and I just left her there,” Lance said taking another sip of pineapple juice. “I didn’t want to wake you moving everyone around and they were all content to say right where they were” he added. “Well, poor Debbie looks like a freight train hit her,” Joan said as she slapped playfully at Lance’s bulging crotch.
Joan took the can from his hand and finished off the rest of the juice. “Well, I know today’s a big day with all of the new testing - sure you don’t want me to cook you some breakfast?” Lance held up his hand. “No, that’s okay. I don’t want to have too full a stomach. That milker does a number on me if I’d had too much. And I’ll be home early today anyway. Is Marge still stopping by?” Joan’s eyes lit up at hearing Marge’s name. She hadn’t seen her for a while and it was going to be nice to have her back in town. “Yes, she texted me last night to say she was coming in later.” Joan continued. "I’ve really missed her.” Lance smiled. “Yeh, I know you have and I’m glad she’s coming in. We’ve all got a lot to catch up on.” [We’ll get into how Joan met with Delores and the others at a later point in the story]
He glanced over at the clock - 7:15 - and looked at the monitor to see the limo pulling into the driveway. Right on time. “Well, there’s my ride, babe,” Lance said grabbing another can of pineapple juice form the fridge. “I’ll give you a call when I get settled. You have conference with Sandra at 9:30, right?” “Yep,” Joan said as she nodded in the affirmative. “Okay - I’ll try to call before then,” Lance added. “Love you.” He gave her a kiss and headed out the door.
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- GTOK,
The morning “test cycle” was something Lance always looked forward to. Even with as much sex as he was having (and it was a lot these days), he’d become so enamored with the machines that he’d occasionally found himself “holding back” during sex in order to make sure he was at peak levels for his testing. Joan had noticed as well and had mentioned it to him a few times. But she was grateful for the slight reprieve herself; having her husband’s libido running maximum every day, all day didn’t give her much time to recuperate - even if her own libido was thru the roof. She found it comforting to have the other women in the house all the time so that Lance could “spread the wealth."
The testing consisted of a “1 hour, Level 5 turn" of 45 minutes in the milker, 30 minutes in the LT43X (a combination two stage hydro vibro-cylinder), and 30 minutes in what Lance affectionately referred to as “The Slapper,” a unit designed to stimulate semen production and testicle growth. By the time he was finished, he was always drenched in sweat and required another shower, usually accompanied by Peggy or Tasha and even Dr. Parsons. He’d often felt like he should just wait to get to work before showering but he’d always showered first thing in the morning and breaking that ritual always seemed to throw off his day.
After getting dressed (this time in medical scrubs), it was off to his first meeting with Brandon, Long and Jed Stewart, one of the newest doctors to join. Jed was a tall, slender man in his mid-30s, touted double-doctorate from MIT and was renowned for his work in genetic manipulation - it was the basis of his work that allowed Long to be able to get Lance’s testicles reduced safely. Jed was peculiar in that he opted NOT to undergo and treatments under the Program. At 8.5 inches in length and a circumference of 6 inches, his penis was already above average in size and his wife had always had issues taking him full, even after 15 years of marriage. Lance had wondered how he would’ve even been admitted to the core of the Program’s braintrust until the day he was introduced to Jed’s testicles, which quickly made apparent why he had a seat at the table.
Jed’s testicles made Lance’s look small by comparison. Their size, shape and weight were unmatched in the Program, making Jed the defacto expert on all things testicle related. Even at Lance’s largest, he hadn’t come close to Jed's overall size and mass. They hung ridiculously low between his legs, the base of his scrotal sac roughly 10 inches from the base of his cock. Each testicle weighed in excess of 3 pounds and were the size and shape of large ostrich eggs. While slender in build, Jed’s muscles were extremely toned, almost hyper toned, from the large amounts of T-levels his gigantic gonads produced. He’d found a way to counteract the negative hormonal balances that large testicles often caused (cancers) and his work had become a vital part of the Programs (and specifically Lance’s) growth and advancement.
These daily meetings generally centered around Lance and his progress, and from there, results were tailored to fit the protocols of the rest of the men in the Program. The lab results of weekly blood draws were analyzed and medications were tailored accordingly. Since they’d started this new process, they’d experienced amazing results in the other Program participants. Men that had struggled to maintain certain levels, such as ejaculate quantity or specific penile measurements were able to consistently make their marks and often exceed them. The meetings generally lasted a couple of hours, after which Lance would spend the next few hours milling about the facility, talking with the other doctors or nurses, or making his way to Tasha’s office to engage in other “extraciricular” activities.
Today, Lance felt like partaking in those extracurriculars so he gave Joan a quick call to update her on everything, then he made his way up to Tasha’s office. He found Tasha and Peggy standing near the far wall, looking at what Lance took to be MRI readings of a rather large set of genitals. The door was open so he knocked as he walked in. He noted the time on the large clock on the wall - 12:15.
The testing consisted of a “1 hour, Level 5 turn" of 45 minutes in the milker, 30 minutes in the LT43X (a combination two stage hydro vibro-cylinder), and 30 minutes in what Lance affectionately referred to as “The Slapper,” a unit designed to stimulate semen production and testicle growth. By the time he was finished, he was always drenched in sweat and required another shower, usually accompanied by Peggy or Tasha and even Dr. Parsons. He’d often felt like he should just wait to get to work before showering but he’d always showered first thing in the morning and breaking that ritual always seemed to throw off his day.
After getting dressed (this time in medical scrubs), it was off to his first meeting with Brandon, Long and Jed Stewart, one of the newest doctors to join. Jed was a tall, slender man in his mid-30s, touted double-doctorate from MIT and was renowned for his work in genetic manipulation - it was the basis of his work that allowed Long to be able to get Lance’s testicles reduced safely. Jed was peculiar in that he opted NOT to undergo and treatments under the Program. At 8.5 inches in length and a circumference of 6 inches, his penis was already above average in size and his wife had always had issues taking him full, even after 15 years of marriage. Lance had wondered how he would’ve even been admitted to the core of the Program’s braintrust until the day he was introduced to Jed’s testicles, which quickly made apparent why he had a seat at the table.
Jed’s testicles made Lance’s look small by comparison. Their size, shape and weight were unmatched in the Program, making Jed the defacto expert on all things testicle related. Even at Lance’s largest, he hadn’t come close to Jed's overall size and mass. They hung ridiculously low between his legs, the base of his scrotal sac roughly 10 inches from the base of his cock. Each testicle weighed in excess of 3 pounds and were the size and shape of large ostrich eggs. While slender in build, Jed’s muscles were extremely toned, almost hyper toned, from the large amounts of T-levels his gigantic gonads produced. He’d found a way to counteract the negative hormonal balances that large testicles often caused (cancers) and his work had become a vital part of the Programs (and specifically Lance’s) growth and advancement.
These daily meetings generally centered around Lance and his progress, and from there, results were tailored to fit the protocols of the rest of the men in the Program. The lab results of weekly blood draws were analyzed and medications were tailored accordingly. Since they’d started this new process, they’d experienced amazing results in the other Program participants. Men that had struggled to maintain certain levels, such as ejaculate quantity or specific penile measurements were able to consistently make their marks and often exceed them. The meetings generally lasted a couple of hours, after which Lance would spend the next few hours milling about the facility, talking with the other doctors or nurses, or making his way to Tasha’s office to engage in other “extraciricular” activities.
Today, Lance felt like partaking in those extracurriculars so he gave Joan a quick call to update her on everything, then he made his way up to Tasha’s office. He found Tasha and Peggy standing near the far wall, looking at what Lance took to be MRI readings of a rather large set of genitals. The door was open so he knocked as he walked in. He noted the time on the large clock on the wall - 12:15.
- GTOK,
“Hey there ladies! And may I say it is always a great day to lay my eyes upon two absolutely stunning beauties, Lance said beaming, his cock already lurching and starting to tent the baggy scrubs. Tasha was dressed in her typical work attire. Her neon orange body suit seemed extra form fitting today as Lance noted that the the seam that ran along her backside dug deeply in-between her gigantic ass cheeks, making her ass cleavage look like the grand canyon. The deep plunging “V” in the front showcased her massive cleavage. Her hair was styled in an afro but pulled back by a headband near her forehead. Peggy, for her part, looked equally stunning, wearing a similar style body suit but in a reddish hue. Her ass didn’t quite match Tasha’s massive tonnage but her breasts more than made up for it, the fabric seemingly bursting at the seams to contain them. The matching platform heels the women wore were icing on the cake.
What was even more of a pleasant surprise was what he saw when they turned around - the bodysuits were nearly crotchless. The body suits had large cutouts in the front, perfectly framing their shaved mounds. What made them not totally crotchless was a thin sliver of material that ran from the main body down to the seam that separated their ass cheeks, almost like a monokini. The material nestled snugly between Tasha’s large labia and made her large clit loom even larger between her meaty thighs, as if daring Lance to touch it.
“Ahhh, … since your meetings are all over so I guess it’s time to fuck us good and silly, huh?” Tasha said matter of factly as she sauntered over to Lance and slid her hand inside the waistband of the scrubs. Lance pulled her closer and pressed his mouth down hard on hers, allowing her long thick tongue to fill and explore his mouth. A few moments later, he pulled back and looked over Tasha’s shoulder at Peggy and saw that she’d already peeled off the top port of her jumpsuit, her gigantic boobs free and swaying. Lance could see the moisture already glistening on her inner thighs and how it darkened the red material on her inner thighs and knew she was ready to go.
Tasha turned and noticed as well and smiled. “Looks like someone’s pussy’s a little anxious,” she said as she pulled Lance’s pants down around his ankles. “And that’s certainly understandable,” she added, referring to their tryst last week that had been interrupted and canceled before it even had a chance to start. The trio were all set to begin when Brandon called Peggy away on an emergency. Lance had barely gotten the tip inside of her when the call came, and Peggy had to leave, more than just a bit frustrated. Tasha had opted to observe but filled in more than adequately. But it was Peggy’s pussy that was denied satisfaction from Lance’s goliath cock and it made sure everyone knew it was ready.
Lance quickly stepped out of them and took off his shirt. Tasha moved to the side and hefted his big balls in her right hand, the shaft of his cook dropped heavily over her hand, the big head swelling rapidly. She leaned in closer to Lance and whispered into his ear: “I think I’m just going to watch again today. Fuck her like your life depended on it,” she growled. His cock surged at her words and seconds later was sticking straight out, the massive shaft pulsed and throbbed. “Yes ma’am,” Lance replied. “My pleasure.”
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What was even more of a pleasant surprise was what he saw when they turned around - the bodysuits were nearly crotchless. The body suits had large cutouts in the front, perfectly framing their shaved mounds. What made them not totally crotchless was a thin sliver of material that ran from the main body down to the seam that separated their ass cheeks, almost like a monokini. The material nestled snugly between Tasha’s large labia and made her large clit loom even larger between her meaty thighs, as if daring Lance to touch it.
“Ahhh, … since your meetings are all over so I guess it’s time to fuck us good and silly, huh?” Tasha said matter of factly as she sauntered over to Lance and slid her hand inside the waistband of the scrubs. Lance pulled her closer and pressed his mouth down hard on hers, allowing her long thick tongue to fill and explore his mouth. A few moments later, he pulled back and looked over Tasha’s shoulder at Peggy and saw that she’d already peeled off the top port of her jumpsuit, her gigantic boobs free and swaying. Lance could see the moisture already glistening on her inner thighs and how it darkened the red material on her inner thighs and knew she was ready to go.
Tasha turned and noticed as well and smiled. “Looks like someone’s pussy’s a little anxious,” she said as she pulled Lance’s pants down around his ankles. “And that’s certainly understandable,” she added, referring to their tryst last week that had been interrupted and canceled before it even had a chance to start. The trio were all set to begin when Brandon called Peggy away on an emergency. Lance had barely gotten the tip inside of her when the call came, and Peggy had to leave, more than just a bit frustrated. Tasha had opted to observe but filled in more than adequately. But it was Peggy’s pussy that was denied satisfaction from Lance’s goliath cock and it made sure everyone knew it was ready.
Lance quickly stepped out of them and took off his shirt. Tasha moved to the side and hefted his big balls in her right hand, the shaft of his cook dropped heavily over her hand, the big head swelling rapidly. She leaned in closer to Lance and whispered into his ear: “I think I’m just going to watch again today. Fuck her like your life depended on it,” she growled. His cock surged at her words and seconds later was sticking straight out, the massive shaft pulsed and throbbed. “Yes ma’am,” Lance replied. “My pleasure.”
—
- GTOK,
—
By the time she’d finished her conference call, Joan’s house guests had made their way downstairs and had congregated in the kitchen. They’d all showered so gone were the thick streaks and clumps of dried jizz - they were all fresh, clean and not surprisingly, very frisky.
“That husband of yours,” Deborah said as Joan walked in, “is one fucking piece of work!” she exclaimed to the applause and approving cheers of the other ladies. Joan laughed. “Why thank you! and yes, yes he is,” she replied, a strong sense of pride filling her chest. “And the fact that you’re so open and willing to share him with us,” Debbie added, “you’re just as much a piece of work as he is!” The ladies all raised their coffee mugs and cheered, making Joan laugh harder. “Believe me, there’s more than enough of him to go around,” she said. “And besides I owe you ladies a debt of gratitude. I don’t think things would be the way they are if he hadn’t have met you all. As I’ve told you before, Lance wasn’t always this way, and it has nothing to do with his new size. You guys have really helped open him up so I have to thank you, too.” The ladies once again raised their mugs and cheered.
Lori walked around the large island and gave Joan a big hug and a kiss. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she said in a heartfelt manner that Joan knew came from a different place than just sexual satisfaction and fantasy fulfillment. With everything that had taken place with her ex over the last few months, Joan had made an unlikely friend in Lori and become closer than she’d ever had expected. To go from almost loathing her as a neighbor to sharing her bed and her husband with her was a testament to just how far their relationship had come.
“So, when do we get to meet this Marge we’ve heard so much about?” Debbie asked. The others shook their heads in a agreement. “She sounds like a woman that’s cut from the same cloth,” Delores added. “After how you told us things went down that last time she was here, I’ve been anxious to meet her."
“We’ve all been anxious to meet her,” Dianne chirped around a mouthful of her muffin. “Any woman that can handle Lance is a woman I want to shake hands with!” The women all laughed as Joan took her own muffin from the box and set it on her plate. Just as she was about to provide some additional details and insight into her and Lance’s relationship with Marge, her cell phone rang. “Well speak of the devil, it’s her,” Joan said excitedly before pressing the button to receive the call.
Joan: “Hey there sweetie! We were just talking about you!”
Marge: “Hi lover! Who’s this ‘we’ you’re referring to? You and Lance?”
Joan: “Oh, no. (she put her phone on speaker and put it on the island) The ladies I told you about. You remember - Deborah, Delores, Debbie and Dianne. Well they’re all over here at the house. Lori’s here as well. I’ve got you on speaker now.”
Marge: (laughing) “Hey ladies! (they all greeted Marge with cheers and laughs) Well let me guess - you all had a bachelorette party and Lance was the stripper entertainment?”
Joan: (all of them laughing in reply) “You got it! and he beat us all really good with that big billy club!”
Marge: “Well just know that I’m really fucking jealous right now! Got a bit of bad news, love - my board meeting’s been postponed until tomorrow so I’m not going to be able to fly out there today.
Joan: (all of the ladies are booing with disappointment in the background) “Awww phooey! Can’t you tell the board to fuck off?”
Marge: “Believe me sweetie, I share your disappointment but this merger has gotten all fucked up and we’ve got to get this thing back on track. As soon as we get it under control, my very next stop will be in your bedroom - with all the rest of you!”
Joan: "Well, we’ll certainly miss getting the girl here a chance to meet you face to face. Hurry up and get here ok?"
Marge: "As soon as I can dear. As soon as I can. Give my best to Lance. I’ll talk to you soon. Looking forward to meeting you ladies!"
By the time she’d finished her conference call, Joan’s house guests had made their way downstairs and had congregated in the kitchen. They’d all showered so gone were the thick streaks and clumps of dried jizz - they were all fresh, clean and not surprisingly, very frisky.
“That husband of yours,” Deborah said as Joan walked in, “is one fucking piece of work!” she exclaimed to the applause and approving cheers of the other ladies. Joan laughed. “Why thank you! and yes, yes he is,” she replied, a strong sense of pride filling her chest. “And the fact that you’re so open and willing to share him with us,” Debbie added, “you’re just as much a piece of work as he is!” The ladies all raised their coffee mugs and cheered, making Joan laugh harder. “Believe me, there’s more than enough of him to go around,” she said. “And besides I owe you ladies a debt of gratitude. I don’t think things would be the way they are if he hadn’t have met you all. As I’ve told you before, Lance wasn’t always this way, and it has nothing to do with his new size. You guys have really helped open him up so I have to thank you, too.” The ladies once again raised their mugs and cheered.
Lori walked around the large island and gave Joan a big hug and a kiss. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she said in a heartfelt manner that Joan knew came from a different place than just sexual satisfaction and fantasy fulfillment. With everything that had taken place with her ex over the last few months, Joan had made an unlikely friend in Lori and become closer than she’d ever had expected. To go from almost loathing her as a neighbor to sharing her bed and her husband with her was a testament to just how far their relationship had come.
“So, when do we get to meet this Marge we’ve heard so much about?” Debbie asked. The others shook their heads in a agreement. “She sounds like a woman that’s cut from the same cloth,” Delores added. “After how you told us things went down that last time she was here, I’ve been anxious to meet her."
“We’ve all been anxious to meet her,” Dianne chirped around a mouthful of her muffin. “Any woman that can handle Lance is a woman I want to shake hands with!” The women all laughed as Joan took her own muffin from the box and set it on her plate. Just as she was about to provide some additional details and insight into her and Lance’s relationship with Marge, her cell phone rang. “Well speak of the devil, it’s her,” Joan said excitedly before pressing the button to receive the call.
Joan: “Hey there sweetie! We were just talking about you!”
Marge: “Hi lover! Who’s this ‘we’ you’re referring to? You and Lance?”
Joan: “Oh, no. (she put her phone on speaker and put it on the island) The ladies I told you about. You remember - Deborah, Delores, Debbie and Dianne. Well they’re all over here at the house. Lori’s here as well. I’ve got you on speaker now.”
Marge: (laughing) “Hey ladies! (they all greeted Marge with cheers and laughs) Well let me guess - you all had a bachelorette party and Lance was the stripper entertainment?”
Joan: (all of them laughing in reply) “You got it! and he beat us all really good with that big billy club!”
Marge: “Well just know that I’m really fucking jealous right now! Got a bit of bad news, love - my board meeting’s been postponed until tomorrow so I’m not going to be able to fly out there today.
Joan: (all of the ladies are booing with disappointment in the background) “Awww phooey! Can’t you tell the board to fuck off?”
Marge: “Believe me sweetie, I share your disappointment but this merger has gotten all fucked up and we’ve got to get this thing back on track. As soon as we get it under control, my very next stop will be in your bedroom - with all the rest of you!”
Joan: "Well, we’ll certainly miss getting the girl here a chance to meet you face to face. Hurry up and get here ok?"
Marge: "As soon as I can dear. As soon as I can. Give my best to Lance. I’ll talk to you soon. Looking forward to meeting you ladies!"
- GTOK,
Marge disconnected the call and Joan put her cell phone on the counter. While she was upset that Marge wasn’t going to make it, seeing all of the other women in the room shook off some of the gloom. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to keep this party going on without her, huh?” she said as she raised her mug and the women all cheered and toasted again. Lori untied her robe and let it fall to the floor, her big breasts at full attention. She walked over to Joan and pulled her robe off of her shoulders. Joan quickly got the hint and stood up, letting her own robe fall to the floor. Lori stood next to her and looked at her tits.
“I’m so jealous of those fuckers,” she said to a loud laugh from the other women. “I’m serious ladies - I’m really jealous. Mine don’t look anything like hers. I mean they’re big but you can tell I’m pumped full of silicone. Well, not actually silicone since these are saline, but you know what I mean,” Lori sighed. “Joan’s are more natural looking, three times bigger and just great. Her doctor did such great job - I mean they just seem to keep getting bigger and bigger, like she had that silly-string stuff implanted.” Joan touched Lori on the arm, trying to stop laughing to make her point. “Yours are fine Lori, really they are.”
“No, Joan,” Lori said interrupting, “I mean, not to sound like a jealous ninny but I am, you know - I’d die to have boobs like yours.” She turned to the rest of the group. “Do you not think that these are some great looking tits?” They all nodded and agreed. “Delores has got a truly fantastic rack and I think she’d even say that your tits are really amazing,” Debbie added. Delores didn’t disagree. “I’m with them, Joan,” Delores said. “You to have a fantastic set of tits. I mean, I have no idea how big you were before, but seeing you that size and they look and move so naturally. You had a truly excellent surgeon.”
Joan laughed and held up her hand. “Well, first, I have to be honest; i‘ve never been under the knife. This isn’t as a result of surgery,” she said lifting each heavy breast in her hands. “Noon - no fucking way those are pumped with something,” Deborah blurted out. Joan shook her head. “I’m serious. No surgery at all. And to be perfectly honest, the ‘procedure’ took only a few minutes.” She turned to Lori. “Remember when you and I were in bed and you were talking about how you’d noticed that they’d gotten bigger?” Lori shook her head, a look of earnest curiosity on her face as she leaned closer. “Well, they had gotten bigger. And have gotten much much bigger since. Hold on, I want to show you all something,” she said before walking out of the kitchen and into the den. When she returned, she dropped the large Program portfolio on the island. “I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to tell you this, but I don’t think they’d mind getting a few more customers. You all know about the program that Lance told you that he belongs to? Well, it’s not just for men. Let me explain …"
“I’m so jealous of those fuckers,” she said to a loud laugh from the other women. “I’m serious ladies - I’m really jealous. Mine don’t look anything like hers. I mean they’re big but you can tell I’m pumped full of silicone. Well, not actually silicone since these are saline, but you know what I mean,” Lori sighed. “Joan’s are more natural looking, three times bigger and just great. Her doctor did such great job - I mean they just seem to keep getting bigger and bigger, like she had that silly-string stuff implanted.” Joan touched Lori on the arm, trying to stop laughing to make her point. “Yours are fine Lori, really they are.”
“No, Joan,” Lori said interrupting, “I mean, not to sound like a jealous ninny but I am, you know - I’d die to have boobs like yours.” She turned to the rest of the group. “Do you not think that these are some great looking tits?” They all nodded and agreed. “Delores has got a truly fantastic rack and I think she’d even say that your tits are really amazing,” Debbie added. Delores didn’t disagree. “I’m with them, Joan,” Delores said. “You to have a fantastic set of tits. I mean, I have no idea how big you were before, but seeing you that size and they look and move so naturally. You had a truly excellent surgeon.”
Joan laughed and held up her hand. “Well, first, I have to be honest; i‘ve never been under the knife. This isn’t as a result of surgery,” she said lifting each heavy breast in her hands. “Noon - no fucking way those are pumped with something,” Deborah blurted out. Joan shook her head. “I’m serious. No surgery at all. And to be perfectly honest, the ‘procedure’ took only a few minutes.” She turned to Lori. “Remember when you and I were in bed and you were talking about how you’d noticed that they’d gotten bigger?” Lori shook her head, a look of earnest curiosity on her face as she leaned closer. “Well, they had gotten bigger. And have gotten much much bigger since. Hold on, I want to show you all something,” she said before walking out of the kitchen and into the den. When she returned, she dropped the large Program portfolio on the island. “I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to tell you this, but I don’t think they’d mind getting a few more customers. You all know about the program that Lance told you that he belongs to? Well, it’s not just for men. Let me explain …"
- GTOK,
—
Over the last few weeks, Tasha had regulated herself to primarily watching the action instead of joining in. She fucked Lance, as well as the other doctors, nurses and assistants, plenty, but she’d fallen into a routine where she sat back and got off on watching everyone else. She also took to recording the sessions, not only for posterity sake and for research, but she often used the recordings as masturbation material. Not that she didn’t have the pick and sway over every man in the building, but she especially enjoyed watching Peggy and Lance - she thought the chemistry between them was amazing. Just as the chemistry with Joan and Brandon had whenever Joan came to the facility. Lance and Joan had their own bonds, as forged over years of marriage. But Tasha saw something different when they swapped and she got off on watching them go at it.
Lance pulled Peggy’s left leg up on his shoulder and moved the fat head of his cock into position. He moved the string of material to the side and as soon as he pressed the swollen glans against Peggy’s large, throbbing clit, she erupted, squirting a long stream of liquid from her snatch. It arched high in the air, like a geyser, splashing onto Lance’s neck and chest. He grabbed the shaft behind the head and proceeded to rapidly pound his cock onto Peggy’s clit, spraying and sloshing her hot juice all over the two of them, soaking her lycra outerwear. Tasha moved closer to the oversized couch, taking a seat in the chair right next to it. “Yesssssss, that’s it! Pound that pussy, big boy!” Lance could hear her yell over Peggy’s yelps and screams.
After nearly a minute of this, Peggy’s squirting hadn’t diminished one bit but Lance was hungry to have his cock wrapped in the hot fleshly canal of her pussy. He lifted the big appendage one last time and slammed it down on her pussy before lifting his hips to adjust his angle for entry. He slid in deep, pushing nearly half of his cock inside of her in one stroke. The veins in Peggy’s neck bulged as her body arched to receive the massive intruder. Lance’s thrust were already in fifth gear - his long hard strokes pounded in and out of her like a piston in a high performance engine. His big balls slapped against the underside of his cock so hard and so fast that each testicle flew up and sound each side of his cock with every thrust.
Without breaking stroke or pace, Lance leaned down and sucked Peggy’s long nipple into his mouth, sucking the big nub to the side and biting down hard. Peggy screamed and grabbed a handful of Lance’s hair, jerking it back hard. Not in an effort to tear him away from her breast, but to increase the force and which he clamped down on the nipple and stretch it as far as it could. The pain and pleasure radiated from her nipple down to her clit and her vaginal walls clamped around Lance’s cock like a vice, locked in a powerful orgasm. Lance was only slowed a little by the vice grip Peggy’s pussy had on him but he kept pumping all the same.
Lance reared back on his legs and pulled Peggy up on top of him, his cock still deeply embedded inside of her and his lips still firmly clamped around her throbbing nipple. His big ballsac rested on the sofa cushion, spread out between his legs like a sack of potatoes as the busty brunette positioned herself above him. Soon she began slowly moving up and down, back and forth, establishing a rhythm that she knew drove Lance crazy - just fast enough to make him cum, yet slow enough to keep his jizz at bay.
Tasha loved this position as well since it made Lance strain to hold back, which cause the large veins in his cock to bulge even more. She watched in rapt fascination as his massive testicles moved slowly around in their sac, as if they had a mind of their own. She pulled the material to the side and mindlessly ran her fingers over her clit. Tasha’s urges growing stronger and stronger and could feel her own juices running down her thigh. She knew she wasn’t going to last much longer herself.
To make sure the other tit didn’t feel neglected, Lance switched to the other nipple and sucked hard, making Peggy groan deeply. Lance gyrated his hips and found a counter stroke to Peggy’s rhythm, increasing the speed. Peggy moaned deeply, muttering and cursing the whole time about how big Lance’s cock was and how good it felt massaging her organs. She braced one hand against the back of the sofa and shoved more of her tit into his face with the other, urging Lance to suck and lick herder, faster. Soon, he was thrusting up and down with the same speed and intensity as he had when he was on top, his big balls now flopping all over the place - on the seat cushions, against Peggy's thighs and ass.
Lance could start to feel the beginnings of his ejaculation started to build so he quickly lifted Peggy off of his cock and smoothly slid down underneath her so that his mouth was directly underneath her dripping snatch. He pulled Peggy’s muff down onto his mouth and stuck his tongue as deep inside of her as he could, causing Peggy’s body to jerk and spam in another orgasm. Lance tongued fucked her for nearly a minute before pushing her off to the side and maneuvering her into position to take her from behind. Lance grabbed the base of his shaft and smacked Peggy’s ass with it several times, hard enough to make her cheek turn red. Just as he slid the head back into her stretched gash, Chelsea walked into Tasha’s office.
Over the last few weeks, Tasha had regulated herself to primarily watching the action instead of joining in. She fucked Lance, as well as the other doctors, nurses and assistants, plenty, but she’d fallen into a routine where she sat back and got off on watching everyone else. She also took to recording the sessions, not only for posterity sake and for research, but she often used the recordings as masturbation material. Not that she didn’t have the pick and sway over every man in the building, but she especially enjoyed watching Peggy and Lance - she thought the chemistry between them was amazing. Just as the chemistry with Joan and Brandon had whenever Joan came to the facility. Lance and Joan had their own bonds, as forged over years of marriage. But Tasha saw something different when they swapped and she got off on watching them go at it.
Lance pulled Peggy’s left leg up on his shoulder and moved the fat head of his cock into position. He moved the string of material to the side and as soon as he pressed the swollen glans against Peggy’s large, throbbing clit, she erupted, squirting a long stream of liquid from her snatch. It arched high in the air, like a geyser, splashing onto Lance’s neck and chest. He grabbed the shaft behind the head and proceeded to rapidly pound his cock onto Peggy’s clit, spraying and sloshing her hot juice all over the two of them, soaking her lycra outerwear. Tasha moved closer to the oversized couch, taking a seat in the chair right next to it. “Yesssssss, that’s it! Pound that pussy, big boy!” Lance could hear her yell over Peggy’s yelps and screams.
After nearly a minute of this, Peggy’s squirting hadn’t diminished one bit but Lance was hungry to have his cock wrapped in the hot fleshly canal of her pussy. He lifted the big appendage one last time and slammed it down on her pussy before lifting his hips to adjust his angle for entry. He slid in deep, pushing nearly half of his cock inside of her in one stroke. The veins in Peggy’s neck bulged as her body arched to receive the massive intruder. Lance’s thrust were already in fifth gear - his long hard strokes pounded in and out of her like a piston in a high performance engine. His big balls slapped against the underside of his cock so hard and so fast that each testicle flew up and sound each side of his cock with every thrust.
Without breaking stroke or pace, Lance leaned down and sucked Peggy’s long nipple into his mouth, sucking the big nub to the side and biting down hard. Peggy screamed and grabbed a handful of Lance’s hair, jerking it back hard. Not in an effort to tear him away from her breast, but to increase the force and which he clamped down on the nipple and stretch it as far as it could. The pain and pleasure radiated from her nipple down to her clit and her vaginal walls clamped around Lance’s cock like a vice, locked in a powerful orgasm. Lance was only slowed a little by the vice grip Peggy’s pussy had on him but he kept pumping all the same.
Lance reared back on his legs and pulled Peggy up on top of him, his cock still deeply embedded inside of her and his lips still firmly clamped around her throbbing nipple. His big ballsac rested on the sofa cushion, spread out between his legs like a sack of potatoes as the busty brunette positioned herself above him. Soon she began slowly moving up and down, back and forth, establishing a rhythm that she knew drove Lance crazy - just fast enough to make him cum, yet slow enough to keep his jizz at bay.
Tasha loved this position as well since it made Lance strain to hold back, which cause the large veins in his cock to bulge even more. She watched in rapt fascination as his massive testicles moved slowly around in their sac, as if they had a mind of their own. She pulled the material to the side and mindlessly ran her fingers over her clit. Tasha’s urges growing stronger and stronger and could feel her own juices running down her thigh. She knew she wasn’t going to last much longer herself.
To make sure the other tit didn’t feel neglected, Lance switched to the other nipple and sucked hard, making Peggy groan deeply. Lance gyrated his hips and found a counter stroke to Peggy’s rhythm, increasing the speed. Peggy moaned deeply, muttering and cursing the whole time about how big Lance’s cock was and how good it felt massaging her organs. She braced one hand against the back of the sofa and shoved more of her tit into his face with the other, urging Lance to suck and lick herder, faster. Soon, he was thrusting up and down with the same speed and intensity as he had when he was on top, his big balls now flopping all over the place - on the seat cushions, against Peggy's thighs and ass.
Lance could start to feel the beginnings of his ejaculation started to build so he quickly lifted Peggy off of his cock and smoothly slid down underneath her so that his mouth was directly underneath her dripping snatch. He pulled Peggy’s muff down onto his mouth and stuck his tongue as deep inside of her as he could, causing Peggy’s body to jerk and spam in another orgasm. Lance tongued fucked her for nearly a minute before pushing her off to the side and maneuvering her into position to take her from behind. Lance grabbed the base of his shaft and smacked Peggy’s ass with it several times, hard enough to make her cheek turn red. Just as he slid the head back into her stretched gash, Chelsea walked into Tasha’s office.
