- GTOK,
Chapter 16
Basis of Renewal
Jackie woke up to the bright sunshine pouring into her window. She liked to sleep with her windows open so she could hear the ocean crash up on the shore. She rolled over to her right and smiled. It was so nice to share a bed with a live body rather than one of her many dildos. She rubbed Elsa's arm and lightly traced her finger from her shoulder down to her fingertips and back again. She traced small circles on her back and was totally enraptured at how smooth and perfect Elsa's skin was. The contrast between her white skin and Elsa's chocolate tone was intoxicating to Jackie. She knew that was one of the many reasons she was so attracted to Todd. That brought to mind her last encounter with Todd and the absolutely amazing Carmela. Jackie shivered as she thought about getting Carmela to herself, or in an all-girl tryst with Elsa. Thinking about Carmela brought Jackie's attention back to Elsa.
She carefully pulled her hair away from her neck and kissed it lightly. She carefully lifted the thin sheets and put her arm around her waist. Elsa stirred and Jackie took the opportunity to snuggle up close to her, pressing her large breasts into Elsa's back. In response, Elsa pushed back against Jackie in response. "If you wanted to snuggle, you could've just asked, "Elsa said, smiling but with her eyes still closed. Jackie blushed. "Sorry," Jackie said. "I thought you were still asleep. I didn't want to wake you." Elsa scooted back even more. She loved the way Jackie's huge tits felt against her back. "I woke up a while ago. I was just laying here enjoying the breeze and thinking about last night. That was really nice." Jackie wrapped her arm tighter around Elsa's waist. "Yeh, that was pretty nice," she sighed. "And those big boobies of yours feel real nice on my back, too," Elsa cooed.
Jackie moved her legs down between Elsa's legs and Elsa instinctively parted them to allow Jackie's nimble, knowing fingers her mark. The feather touch flicker of Jackie's index finger on Elsa's clit were like small static shocks, sending tingling sensations through Elsa's body. "We've got a long day ahead of us, but I think we have time for a little fun," Jackie said as she moved back to allow Elsa to roll over and face her. "I'm all yours babe," she said as she took Jackie's face in her hands and slid her snake-like tongue deep into Jackie's mouth.
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Steve rolled over and looked out at the city, the sun shimmering brightly off of the steel and glass of the tall monuments. He hadn't felt this calm and relaxed in a while. He sat up and looked around the room. He was home - and no doubt that was part of the reason why he was feeling the way he was. He thought back to Jackie and Elsa and the time he had spent there and was grateful for it. And he planned to make visits there a regular occurrence. But now he was home and was ready to start his life over again.
He looked at the headboard and chuckled. "Damn, I really made a big fucking mess," he said to himself as he looked at the thick streaks of dried semen splashed all over the dark wood. He scanned the sheets and noted that they too had large wet and stained areas. He looked at figure occupying the space on the other side of the bed and smiled. After all the years of living in the same community and all the years of her chasing him to "wet his whistle" as she would say, the two had finally gotten together. And what a grand time it was. Jackie and Elsa were superb lovers and he hadn't experienced anything like the sex he'd had with them, but Clara was in another league. "There's something to be said for experience," he said to himself. "And that woman there has a lot to say."
Steve stretched and stood up. Or at least he tried to. As he made his way up, the surprising weight from his crotch forced him to sit back down, like someone had swapped out his nuts with a 30 pound medicine ball. Steve looked down and gasped in shock and surprise. Even though his cock was totally flaccid, it stretched halfway down his leg and looked to be thicker than his wrist. And his balls were gigantic, each testicle swollen up to the size of bocce balls. And they felt nearly as heavy.
Clara stirred and rolled over. "Hey honey," she said with a low, lustful tone. She reached over and rubbed his back. I hope you're in the mood for another round sugar - I'm always a little frisky in the morning." Steve looked over his shoulder and smiled. Hearing her words sent a surge of blood flooding into his cock and he could feel the beginnings of an erection starting. "Mmmm hey there yourself. If we plan on goin again, you'd better get some water. You're about to get really, really dehydrated." Clara's legs instinctively clamped together as she flashbacked to the night before. Steve had eaten her like nobody's business. She'd come so much that at one point she had to beg him off.
Clara looked over at all the empty water bottles on the nightstand on her side and on his side of the bed and laughed. "I think we drank the whole damn case last night! You wait here and I'll go see what else you've got." She got up and walked around the bed. Steve admired her body as he watched her walk around the foot of the bed. Clara took pride in her body and she'd done her best to maintain her burlesque physique over the years. Steve was amazed; her breasts hung down to her stomach but were so full. She had to pass by Steve to exit the room. When she got in front of him, she looked down and let out a gasp herself. "Fucking shit! Would you look at that thing!" Steve's cock was only at half mast but it was already nearly as large as it was the night before. He shifted slightly and let his big balls drape over the side of the bed, their weight pulling them down and stretching the sac down the side of the bed significantly.
Clara stood and stared in stunned silence. "I … I … oh my. That … that is the most gorgeous site I've ever seen. Don't move an inch! Don't move," Clara said before she rushed out of the room. Steve heard her bound down the stairs, then a few seconds later, come back up. In her hand she had two large bottle of water, and a measuring tape. Clara saw the glint in Steve's eye and she smiled. "Every woman carries a tape measure in their purse or bag dear. Believe that," she giggled. She sat the bottles on the night stand and got to her knees in front of Steve. Watching her giant globes rest on her thighs in front of him like that generated another great surge of blood, sending the mighty rod even higher. "Fucking damn, that is one fat mother fucker," Clara sighed. She pressed one end of the measuring tape into the pubic bone above Steve's cock and stretched it out to the end. She quickly remeasured and took Steve's shaft in her hand, squeezing it to test its firmness. "Well,?" Steve asked. "The last time I had a woman holding a tape measure against my cock, I was about 15 and a half inches. What's the tale of the tape now?" Clara grinned lewdly. "I don't think you're anywhere near hard yet and this delicious bastard is already at 15 inches!" She quickly wrapped the tape around the base of Steve's cock, then around the mid-point. "Damn … up here you're pushing seven and a half inches and down there, you're over eight. And it looks like you've still got some growing to do."
Clara dropped her tape measure and opened one of the water bottles. She took five long gulps of water, then handed the bottle to Steve. "Drink up big boy. We've got some work to do."
Basis of Renewal
Jackie woke up to the bright sunshine pouring into her window. She liked to sleep with her windows open so she could hear the ocean crash up on the shore. She rolled over to her right and smiled. It was so nice to share a bed with a live body rather than one of her many dildos. She rubbed Elsa's arm and lightly traced her finger from her shoulder down to her fingertips and back again. She traced small circles on her back and was totally enraptured at how smooth and perfect Elsa's skin was. The contrast between her white skin and Elsa's chocolate tone was intoxicating to Jackie. She knew that was one of the many reasons she was so attracted to Todd. That brought to mind her last encounter with Todd and the absolutely amazing Carmela. Jackie shivered as she thought about getting Carmela to herself, or in an all-girl tryst with Elsa. Thinking about Carmela brought Jackie's attention back to Elsa.
She carefully pulled her hair away from her neck and kissed it lightly. She carefully lifted the thin sheets and put her arm around her waist. Elsa stirred and Jackie took the opportunity to snuggle up close to her, pressing her large breasts into Elsa's back. In response, Elsa pushed back against Jackie in response. "If you wanted to snuggle, you could've just asked, "Elsa said, smiling but with her eyes still closed. Jackie blushed. "Sorry," Jackie said. "I thought you were still asleep. I didn't want to wake you." Elsa scooted back even more. She loved the way Jackie's huge tits felt against her back. "I woke up a while ago. I was just laying here enjoying the breeze and thinking about last night. That was really nice." Jackie wrapped her arm tighter around Elsa's waist. "Yeh, that was pretty nice," she sighed. "And those big boobies of yours feel real nice on my back, too," Elsa cooed.
Jackie moved her legs down between Elsa's legs and Elsa instinctively parted them to allow Jackie's nimble, knowing fingers her mark. The feather touch flicker of Jackie's index finger on Elsa's clit were like small static shocks, sending tingling sensations through Elsa's body. "We've got a long day ahead of us, but I think we have time for a little fun," Jackie said as she moved back to allow Elsa to roll over and face her. "I'm all yours babe," she said as she took Jackie's face in her hands and slid her snake-like tongue deep into Jackie's mouth.
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Steve rolled over and looked out at the city, the sun shimmering brightly off of the steel and glass of the tall monuments. He hadn't felt this calm and relaxed in a while. He sat up and looked around the room. He was home - and no doubt that was part of the reason why he was feeling the way he was. He thought back to Jackie and Elsa and the time he had spent there and was grateful for it. And he planned to make visits there a regular occurrence. But now he was home and was ready to start his life over again.
He looked at the headboard and chuckled. "Damn, I really made a big fucking mess," he said to himself as he looked at the thick streaks of dried semen splashed all over the dark wood. He scanned the sheets and noted that they too had large wet and stained areas. He looked at figure occupying the space on the other side of the bed and smiled. After all the years of living in the same community and all the years of her chasing him to "wet his whistle" as she would say, the two had finally gotten together. And what a grand time it was. Jackie and Elsa were superb lovers and he hadn't experienced anything like the sex he'd had with them, but Clara was in another league. "There's something to be said for experience," he said to himself. "And that woman there has a lot to say."
Steve stretched and stood up. Or at least he tried to. As he made his way up, the surprising weight from his crotch forced him to sit back down, like someone had swapped out his nuts with a 30 pound medicine ball. Steve looked down and gasped in shock and surprise. Even though his cock was totally flaccid, it stretched halfway down his leg and looked to be thicker than his wrist. And his balls were gigantic, each testicle swollen up to the size of bocce balls. And they felt nearly as heavy.
Clara stirred and rolled over. "Hey honey," she said with a low, lustful tone. She reached over and rubbed his back. I hope you're in the mood for another round sugar - I'm always a little frisky in the morning." Steve looked over his shoulder and smiled. Hearing her words sent a surge of blood flooding into his cock and he could feel the beginnings of an erection starting. "Mmmm hey there yourself. If we plan on goin again, you'd better get some water. You're about to get really, really dehydrated." Clara's legs instinctively clamped together as she flashbacked to the night before. Steve had eaten her like nobody's business. She'd come so much that at one point she had to beg him off.
Clara looked over at all the empty water bottles on the nightstand on her side and on his side of the bed and laughed. "I think we drank the whole damn case last night! You wait here and I'll go see what else you've got." She got up and walked around the bed. Steve admired her body as he watched her walk around the foot of the bed. Clara took pride in her body and she'd done her best to maintain her burlesque physique over the years. Steve was amazed; her breasts hung down to her stomach but were so full. She had to pass by Steve to exit the room. When she got in front of him, she looked down and let out a gasp herself. "Fucking shit! Would you look at that thing!" Steve's cock was only at half mast but it was already nearly as large as it was the night before. He shifted slightly and let his big balls drape over the side of the bed, their weight pulling them down and stretching the sac down the side of the bed significantly.
Clara stood and stared in stunned silence. "I … I … oh my. That … that is the most gorgeous site I've ever seen. Don't move an inch! Don't move," Clara said before she rushed out of the room. Steve heard her bound down the stairs, then a few seconds later, come back up. In her hand she had two large bottle of water, and a measuring tape. Clara saw the glint in Steve's eye and she smiled. "Every woman carries a tape measure in their purse or bag dear. Believe that," she giggled. She sat the bottles on the night stand and got to her knees in front of Steve. Watching her giant globes rest on her thighs in front of him like that generated another great surge of blood, sending the mighty rod even higher. "Fucking damn, that is one fat mother fucker," Clara sighed. She pressed one end of the measuring tape into the pubic bone above Steve's cock and stretched it out to the end. She quickly remeasured and took Steve's shaft in her hand, squeezing it to test its firmness. "Well,?" Steve asked. "The last time I had a woman holding a tape measure against my cock, I was about 15 and a half inches. What's the tale of the tape now?" Clara grinned lewdly. "I don't think you're anywhere near hard yet and this delicious bastard is already at 15 inches!" She quickly wrapped the tape around the base of Steve's cock, then around the mid-point. "Damn … up here you're pushing seven and a half inches and down there, you're over eight. And it looks like you've still got some growing to do."
Clara dropped her tape measure and opened one of the water bottles. She took five long gulps of water, then handed the bottle to Steve. "Drink up big boy. We've got some work to do."
