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 Captive by James Bean

   Author's Note: This is a work of erotic fiction.  All characters are at
least 18 years of age.  Enjoy!

   ***Part 1***

   He heard female voices outside just before the door slowly opened.  The
lights came on and he blinked as his eyes adjusted to the soft, warm glow
from the fixtures in the corners of the room.  Cozy mood-lighting for a
cozy room.  He was seated in the middle of a large bedroom.  His chair was
wooden, but padded and surprisingly comfortable, especially considering its
extremely short seat.  He could see a lovely oak dresser in the corner to
his left.  Off to the right was a low, green couch that looked as inviting
as any he'd seen.  He could feel but not see the foot of a large king-sized
bed behind him.

   In the doorway were two young women dressed in what appeared to be
comfortable sleepwear.  In front was the woman who turned on the lights. 
Her sharp features were framed by flaming, wavy red hair that fell to just
past her shoulders.  So it was Rose's turn again.  He shuddered in a
confusing mix of trepidation and lust.

   Rose sauntered into the room with a predatory smile on her face.  Even
barefoot she was tall.  She was clad only in a t-shirt and green
boy-shorts. Her long, cream-white legs were slender but muscular.  Her
t-shirt, though large and loose, couldn't begin to hide the fact that her
breasts were *very* large and firm, nor the fact that she was not currently
wearing a bra.  The wobble of said breasts was both delightful and
hypnotic, and he stared unselfconsciously as she crossed the short distance
to his side.  Though her gaze was fixed on him, she wasn't looking at his
face.

   "Impressive, right?" she said, turning to the girl in the doorway.  At
first he thought Rose was talking about herself, but then he followed her
gaze to the other girl.  This one he did not recognize.  She was wearing
light blue wool socks and plaid pajama pants.  She had on a purple tank top
that showed an alluring amount of cleavage, and though her breasts were not
as large as Rose's he could see that she was quite aroused.  Her
mouse-brown hair was longer than Rose's, and she had lovely bangs that came
just over the top of her thick-framed glasses.  Her features were softer,
too, attractive in a gentler way.

   Then he noticed her open-mouthed stare, her eyes glued to his crotch,
and he remembered his own appearance.  He was mostly naked, his thin
muscular frame on display as his arms were secured fast to the chair,
behind his back.  His ankles, likewise, were strapped to the legs of the
chair, in such a way that his legs were held apart.  This naturally drew
the eye to the "prize".  He was wearing only the thinnest pair of white
cotton panties imaginable, which were at that moment distended to truly
amazing proportions by his cock and balls.  The chair had a very short seat
so that his swollen, shrink-wrapped package hung heavily over the front.

   "Even soft he's massive, but when he hasn't cum in this long it's pretty
much always at least half-hard," Rose said to the other girl, turning back
toward the man in the chair.  "Ooh, look!  It likes when we talk about it."
He felt his thick cock engorge, further stretching the poor panties, and he
blushed furiously in spite of himself.

   The woman in the doorway didn't make a sound, so Rose turned back to
look at her again.  "Kat," Rose said to get her attention.  She then made a
subtle wiping motion near her mouth.  Kat blushed and wiped a line of drool
from her chin.

   Kat briefly tore her gaze from the man's crotch.  The first thing she
noticed were his pale blue eyes; something about his eyes made him seem
both earnest and hungry.  He was fit but not big; built more like a runner
than a football player.  His skin was pale and smooth, his muscles clearly
defined.  Other than a shaggy mop of brown hair, a few days' growth of
reddish beard, and a thin happy trail he was almost hairless.  But of
course it was his panty-clad genitals that drew her attention and set her
heart racing.

   "You said he was big, but Jesus..." she trailed off, soaking in the
details of the sight before her.  She guessed he must be circumcised, as
the thick ridge of his cockhead was clearly visible.  'God,'' she thought
to herself, 'what must that knob feel like inside of you?' Kat came a
couple steps closer and bent to get a better look.  Up close it became
apparent that the man had a tremendous set of balls, too!  It looked like
two over-sized eggs topped with a fat, coiled sausage.  His whole package
seemed to throb; she imagined those balls swollen with pent-up seed,
constantly working to produce more and more and more.  She could
practically feel the heat and need radiating out from his crotch.  Her
stiffening nipples rubbed against her tank top and her clit throbbed with
desire.  She heard a soft moan and couldn't tell if it was her, the man in
the chair, or Rose.

   Kat turned to see Rose touching herself over her shorts and biting her
lower lip.  She appeared to be enjoying Kat's reaction to the tableau as
much as the tableau itself.

   A thousand questions raced through Kat's head.  She turned back to face
the bound man as she asked Rose, "Why the panties?  And what if he needs to
go to the-"

   "Kat, relax.  We take very good care of our toys.  Don't worry," Rose
chided with a wink.  "And as for the panties, don't they look amazing? 
I've always loved the look of a man's package compressed in a nice, small
pair of panties.  Oh," she added with a whisper, "and though he would never
admit it, it turns *him* on quite a bit, too."

   "He's got a panty fetish?"

   "Oh, honey, that is only the beginning." With that she walked over to
stand uncomfortably close at his side.  She leaned down until her generous
bosom almost brushed his shoulder.  "What do you say, Stud?  Anything else
turn you on?" she asked breathily.  She shook her shoulders ever so
slightly, causing her loose shirt to wobble and sway with her titanic
breasts.  His eyes were glued to the sight, and he unconsciously licked his
lips.  The panties stretched alarmingly, precum pushing its way through the
thin fabric to drip down over his straining ballsac.  Rose glanced up at
Kat out of the side of her eye and gave a smirk.  For her part Kat found
the whole scene intensely erotic.  Her pussy was already dripping.

   "Don't be shy now.  Look over at Kat." He tore his gaze from Rose's
hypnotic tits and looked into the mousy brunette's eyes.  "What do you
think, Stud?  What turns you on about her?  Is it those innocent looking
hazel eyes?  Or is it her nerdy glasses?  You got a thing for nerdy girls,
don't you?" He gulped.  "Oh, you bet you do.  But I know what else you
love. Kat, can you touch your toes?"

   Kat looked at Rose quizzically and asked, "Why?" Rose rolled her eyes,
then nodded her head in the man's direction.  You could almost see the
light-bulb come on over Kat's head as her eyes widened in understanding. 
Without a word she stood and turned around to face the door.  "You love a
nice juicy ass, don't you, Stud?" One would think flannel pajama pants
would be unflattering, but these hugged her wide hips in a mouth-watering
fashion, perfectly outlining her round, full ass.  Then she slowly began to
bend at the waist until her palms were flat on the ground.  This shameless
display of her heart-shaped ass was almost too much for the man.  He wanted
desperately to see it, to kiss it, to bite it.  He groaned audibly as he
strained at his bonds for the first time.

   Kat looked at him around her left leg and felt her pussy moisten even
further.  She must have soaked right through to her pajama pants by now! 
She'd never wanted to rub her clit more in her life.

   Much to the delight of all involved Kat straightened and reached back to
hook her thumbs into the waistband of her flannel pants.  Kat slid her
pants over the curve of her luscious bum.  She slowly revealed a pair of
black and white striped panties with a small black lace border.  The man in
the chair audibly gasped; her ass was truly marvelous.  Her wide hips were
a delightful frame for a thick bubble butt.  As she bent to lower her pants
to the floor the crotch of her panties came into view, whose obvious
wetness revealed the clean-shaven vulva underneath.  She straightened and
stepped out of her pants, pausing to give him (and Rose) a moment to soak
in the view.

   Then Kat did something even Rose didn't expect.  She began to slide her
feet out to the sides and lowered herself into a full splits!  Kat drew in
her breath with a sharp hiss as her clit gently bumped into the carpeted
ground.  In this position the full globes of her ass were bunched and
puckered in heart-stopping display.  The man in the chair actually began to
sweat.  His cock further lengthened and expanded at the sight, truly
testing the durability of the panties.  It was almost fully rigid now, the
swollen knob making a fresh wet spot over on his hip, and they hadn't even
touched him yet.  The effect was not lost on Rose.

   Kat could restrain herself no longer and openly began to grind her pussy
into the carpeted floor.  This elicited another groan from the man, and a
fresh surge of precum was pushed through the panties.  Rose, for her part,
was also enraptured and stayed bent over next to the man enjoying Kat's
wanton display.

   Kat, resting on her elbows tucked under her chest, reveled in the
pleasure emanating from her gushing cunt.  She'd never in her life
masturbated like this before, but she was so turned on she could already
feel the orgasm getting ready to wash over her.  She stole a glance over
her shoulder, her hair partially obstructing her face, and made eye contact
with him.  In that instant time stopped and it was like an arc of
electricity jumped between them.  Suddenly her orgasm was crashing over her
like a tidal wave.  She clenched her eyes and her teeth, lost in the
mind-numbing contractions spreading out from the core of her being.  Her
ass cheeks visibly shook with the orgasmic tremors overwhelming her senses.
Kat cried out as the waves of pleasure reached a blinding climax, pushing
her cunt into the carpet with one final thrust.

   As her orgasm subsided she drew her legs in and just lay for a moment,
relishing the diminishing aftershocks of her orgasm.  "Oh my God, that was
sooooo hot," Rose whispered in his ear.  His unbelievably thick cock was so
hard that there was an inches-wide gap between the waistband of the panties
and his skin.  The thick, pulsing veins tracing his shaft were clearly
visible through the comically stretched material.

   Rose straightened and smiled.  As Kat turned and sat up, Rose nodded
toward his rampant, leaking erection, "Well that's a BIG affirmation from
our ass-man over here.  But that's not all..." She then sauntered over to
the dresser and pulled something from the top drawer.  As she turned she
unrolled an alluring pair of knee-length cashmere socks, black with
horizontal pink stripes.  "I've never met a man with so many delightful
turn-ons," Rose added, smoothing the long socks over her sensuous legs. 
His bulging hardon had begun twitching in earnest, and Rose was a little
afraid that he might lose it before the fun could really begin.  'If he
cums without us touching him then it serves him right,' she thought
wickedly to herself with a shrug, 'and he'll be good for a few more in any
case.'

   Still flushed from her orgasm, Kat scooted forward and sat cross-legged,
right between his knees.  His throbbing genitals were less than a foot from
her hungry gaze.  While still staring at his rampant erection, she said to
Rose, "He has a thing for feet, too?  Wow."

   "At this point we've determined empirically that he is significantly
aroused by any and every feature of the female body." Kat looked up at Rose
with one eyebrow cocked, and Rose said, "In other words, he's an insatiable
horndog." The girls shared a chuckle while his ever-present blush only
deepened.

   ***Part 2***

   Kat, seated between his knees, leaned back on the palms of her hands
drew her knees up and together.  She looked up into his eyes.  In those
pale blue eyes she saw need, and an incredible hunger barely being
contained.  He was like a caged wild animal.  She imagined, just for a
moment, what he could do to her if they loosed his bonds.  A strong chill
ran down her body and she squeezed her thighs together, relishing the
electric throb emanating from her still-tender clit.

   Remembering his reaction to Rose's socks, Kat ran her own sock-clad
right foot up his left leg.  Just before reaching his distended crotch she
stopped, and slowly slid her foot back and forth on his inner thigh.  The
effect was instantaneous and dramatic: his cock gave a mighty lurch and Kat
thought for a moment that the panties would actually burst from the
pressure!

   Rose, one hand still lazily rubbing her clit over her shorts, leaned
down and whispered something in Kat's ear.  Kat's eyes lit up and she
looked up at Rose incredulously.  Rose simply grinned in silent
affirmation.

   Rose, now kneeling just outside of his left leg, looked up at him and
said in a low, conspiratorial tone, "I'm afraid I've given away your
secret, Stud." Rose then looked down at his crotch once again, hefting one
of her generous breasts in her right and giving the nipple a firm squeeze.
While his gaze was transfixed by Rose's lewd breast-play, Kat had
positioned her right foot over his swollen, straining nutsac with a
dangerous gleam in her eyes.

   He had a split-second to register motion out of the corner of his eye
before his breath rushed out of him in a grunt.  Kat had barely tapped his
balls, but in his tender, blueballed state the effect was tremendous.  The
constant ache from his arousal doubled and then trebled, spreading into his
lower abdomen.  Reflexively he tried to squeeze his legs together but his
bonds held fast, and he remained at the mercy of Kat's every whim.

   Kat kept her foot pressed into his crotch, enjoying the feel of his
bloated balls beneath her foot.  She lightly rocked her foot back and
forth, the wool of her sock transmitting every delightful detail.  And as
if in testament to Rose's word, his cock did not soften in the slightest.
In fact, it looked even harder, if that were possible, and a fresh bead of
precum had pushed its way through its panty-prison.

   "Oh my God," Kat said aloud, a look of pleasant disbelief on her face.
She felt like a kid on Christmas.  She slid her foot to the top of his sac
and began to compress both balls into the hard wood of the front of the
chair.  Though he strained at his bonds and clenched his teeth, his eyes
never left the wool sock tormenting his poor balls and his raging hardon
never wavered.  Kat thought for sure he would cry out and/or beg for her to
stop, but he didn't.  Without relieving the pressure, she began to slide
her foot toward the ground.  As his balls tried to squirm vertically to
escape her foot, the waistband of the panties dipped in the middle,
revealing a substantial length of thick, veiny shaft.  His tortured testes
finally squirmed free and he let out a breath he didn't realize he was
holding.

   Rose, for her part, had not been idle.  As soon as Kat's foot landed on
his balls, Rose's left hand went inside her shorts and straight for her
clit.  She leaned down to rest her face against the man's left shoulder,
her right hand squeezing and stroking her right tit, her left hand making
urgent circles around her throbbing clitoris.  She watched rapt as Kat's
foot tapped, compressed, and bobbled the man's huge, tender balls.  When
his balls slid free of Kat's foot and the man let out his held breath, Rose
shuddered in a mini-climax and soaked her shorts anew.

   Kat decided to give his balls a break for a moment and traced her
wool-clad foot lazily over his bursting cock.  She made sure to pop her big
toe across the flared ridge of his distended cock crown with each pass.  "I
think it's time we let this monster breathe a little, don't you?" Kat
inquired seductively.  Without further ado she set about hooking the
waistband of the panties with the toes of her feet, the tip of her tongue
sticking out the side of her mouth in concentration.

   This proved more challenging than she had anticipated, partly due to
having to hold both her legs up and partly due to the growing slipperiness
of her wool socks.  Within moments the bottoms of her feet had become
positively soaked with his precum.  Rose stifled a laugh, covering her
mouth with her hand, while the man in the chair watched in a confusing
mixture of growing arousal and frustration as Kat's feet slipped and slid
over his achingly erect cock.

   Finally, with an audible, "Aha!", Kat succeeded in hooking the waistband
between her feet and proceeded to slide it down over his rampant cock. 
Unsurprisingly, the material caught on the wide ridge of his cockhead, and
Kat was worried for a second she was going to lose her grip.  Then all of a
sudden his cock slipped free of its confinement and swung out toward Kat.
An enormous gout of precum launched from the engorged tip of his cock and
landed with an audible *SPLAT* on Kat, leaving a slimy trail from her
cleavage up to the top of her forehead.  This caused Kat to jump,
stretching the waistband alarmingly before it snapped free of her feet. 
Despite the ridiculous testing of its durability, the waistband retained
more than enough elasticity to deliver a tremendous slap to the top of his
exposed testicles!  He grunted in fresh agony as the blessed/horrible ache
spread out from his tormented testes with renewed intensity.  This fresh
impact caused his now free cock to give another a tremendous lurch, sending
his iron-hard dick to slap into his abdomen and a fresh wad of precum
straight into Rose's open mouth and face.

   Rose sputtered and began to laugh out loud.  Kat, looking through a
thick string of precum covering most of one lens, started to chuckle as
well.  In moments all three of them were laughing uncontrollably, tears and
precum rolling down their faces.

   "Kat," said, Rose trying to regain her composure after a few moments,
"that...was the most...hilarious thing...I have ever seen...in my life!"

   "I think maybe next time I'll just use my hands." This caused another
fit of laughter, with Rose collapsing on the floor next to Kat.

   ***

   "Oh, no no, this won't do at all," Rose said after they had all
recovered a bit.  She was looking at the man's cock, which had begun to
droop the slightest bit.  A long string of precum stretched from the tip of
his cock all the way to the floor.  As she stood she said, "Let's get this
dick rock-hard again.  Kat, you're on ball-duty." Kat smiled in pleasure
and gave a mock-salute.  She reached forward (with her hands this time) and
pulled the panties down and tucked them under his bloated balls.

   If anything his package looked even more impressive.  He was indeed
circumcised, and even only half-hard his knob was fat and intimidating. 
And his meaty shaft was so thick!  She just couldn't get over it.  Kat
reached forward to heft his enormous testicles, but they were too big for
one hand.  God help her, but she loved balls.  It wasn't a kink she had
shared with very many people, but there was something soooooo hot about how
tender and sensitive they were.  How intimately they were connected to
masculinity and power, yet how easy they were to hurt.  She used her right
hand to make a noose around the neck of his scrotum, above his balls, and
pulled slightly, compressing his swollen testicles into a tight, shiny
package.  God, they were immense!  And they already had a nice shade of
blue going, too.

   While Kat was getting acquainted with the man's testicles, Rose sat on
the bed directly behind the chair.  From this position she could rest her
chin on the man's shoulder and wrap her legs around his waist.  Her
cashmere-clad feet rested on his inner thighs and she reached around to
caress his lower abdomen with her hands.  He was rapidly returning to full
mast, and once Rose began to trace lazy circles in precum around his
swelling cockknob it was a done deal.

   No longer content to torment his testicles with her hands, Kat leaned
her face into his distended ballsac.  Her right hand maintained its grip on
his sac, and she leaned in to kiss and lick and suck his balls with
abandon. She tried to force both of them into her mouth at once, but they
were simply too fat.  After a few moments of sloppy vigilance she moaned in
lustful resignation, and settled for orally worshiping one ball at a time.
Back and forth she went, suckling softly and massaging each ball in her wet
mouth.  She loved the taste of him, how each tender testicle would roll
over her tongue, and how she could feel his arousal as his balls tried to
pull up tight against him to blow their tremendous load.

   As she sucked and laved his bloated balls, Kat looked up to see the
effects of their combined sensuous tortures.  The man's cock was truly a
sight to behold.  It was magnificent.  It stood ramrod straight, the shaft
pale in the soft light, while the distended knob was already a deep shade
of purple.  Between the girth, the flared mushroom tip, and the thick veins
running all over, this cock radiated such a sense of power that Kat
couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with lust, and more than a little fear.

   Rose started to stroke the shaft with long, slow, deliberate strokes. 
Kat, slipping a sperm-laden testicle from her mouth, said, "God, if I had a
cock like that I'd play with it all the time.  How do you keep him from
jacking off?  Do you tie him up at night?"

   "He can jack-off all he wants," Rose explained, her left hand making a
lazy corkscrew motion up and down his thick shaft.  She rubbed her
cashmere-clad legs sensuously along his inner thighs, leaning in to
whisper, "but he knows only *we* can make him cum." The last word dripped
out of her mouth, her warm breath tickling his ear and raising goose-flesh
all over his body.  "Oh, and when he cums?  Buckets, my dear.  Buckets."
Kat licked her lips imagining the tremendous load stored up in the heavy
nuts she was cradling and squeezing.

   "Hey, Stud, remember that time," here Rose paused to begin kissing and
licking his neck, while simultaneously slowing her ministrations on his
desperately straining erection.  "...we had the house to ourselves, and we
fucked in every room, including the stairwell?" His breath was coming in
short gasps, and the shiny helmet of his cock looked like an overripe plum.
Precum was flowing from the tip in a continuous stream.  Rose slowed her
strokes further and looked down at Kat, "He came five times that night, and
the fifth load was more than most guys cum on the first!" Rose stopped
stroking and tightly gripped his turgid cock at the base.  They both
stopped and admired the thick, throbbing pillar of flesh pulsing before
them.

   Rose then released his cock, disentangled her legs, and stood from the
bed.  She gripped his cock once again with her left hand and bent closer to
Kat, so that her face was mere inches from his straining erection.  He
could feel her breath on his swollen cockhead.  "Can you imagine what it
must feel like, to be able to cum like that, only to be denied release day
after day after day?  To have all that thick, hot cum backed up in a fat
pair of balls?  His nuts must ache something awful!"

   Rose took his chin in her right hand and turned his face toward hers. 
"You poor guy," she said mock sympathetically.  Her left hand began its
lazy corkscrew up and down his shaft once again, and she kissed him full on
the mouth.  Her thick full lips mashed into his, their mouths parted and
their tongues met.  Her full breasts were pressed delightfully into his
left upper arm and he moaned into her mouth as the intensity of the kiss
increased.  Kat watched rapt as his cock actually got visibly thicker and
longer and a deeper shade of purple.  She tugged gently but firmly on his
balls, but this only seemed to increase his arousal.  She was just about to
warn Rose when Rose, without breaking the kiss, let go of his cock
entirely. He clenched his eyes in abject torment as his cock twitched and
jerked on the absolute brink of release.  His anguish and desire escaped as
a guttural groan that both Kat and Rose felt directly in their pussies.

   As the twitching subsided Rose finally broke the kiss.  The index finger
of her right hand traced his jaw as she stepped back, her sparkling green
eyes locked with his pale blue ones.  Suddenly Rose slid down her boy
shorts, exclaiming, "Fuck!  I can't take it anymore!  Watch out, Kat,
incoming."

   ***Part 3***

   Kat was startled from her reverie.  She had been mesmerized by the
desperate dance of the fattest, hardest cock she had ever seen in person.
She shook her head and looked up to see Rose now wearing only her shirt. 
Her smooth-shaven pussy was in full bloom and glistened with her copious
juices.  Kat barely had time to release her grip on his balls and scoot
back as Rose swung her left leg over his lap to straddle him.

   Rose's sat on her heels, her feet resting on top of his thighs.  This
caused his straining hardon to project between them as she looked down into
his eyes hungrily.  "Kat, honey," Rose said softly, "would you please untie
his hands?"

   Kat didn't move.  "Are you sure?" she asked warily.

   Rose turned and looked at Kat intently.  "Mmhm," she said, nodding.  She
turned back to face him and slid her feet over the outside of his thighs.
Now she was straddling his lap with her hands clasped behind his head, and
she hunched forward until her naked pussy was pressing into the base of his
cock.  She gently rocked her hips side to side, sliding her engorged clit
across the thick tube on the underside of his cock.

   Kat was once again mesmerized by the sexual display before her.  She
shook her head and slid on her butt around to the back of the chair.  In a
moment she had freed the man's hands, and he immediately grabbed Rose's
shirt at the base and almost tore it off of her.  She gasped as her heavy
breasts were bared in a rush, being lifted up and then freed to crash back
into her rib cage with *splat*.  Her flaming hair settled back down in a
halo around her face.  Rose pressed her hands to the man's face and leaned
in to kiss him once again.  His hands cupped her breasts, each one
overflowing with soft titflesh.  He began to squeeze and pull the nipples
and areola urgently, as their passionate kiss escalated.

   Kat stood and sat on the bed, feeling her pussy throb urgently,
demanding attention.  She gathered a couple of pillows to prop herself on
and lay sideways on the big bed, oriented so that she had a clear view of
Rose and the man to her left.  Rose opened her eyes long enough to give Kat
a sly wink, then withdrew her lips from the man's.  Kat slid her hand
beneath her panties and began to rub her finger up and down over her clit.

   Rose looked deeply into his eyes and reached down to give his thick cock
a few loose strokes.  "Are you ready?" she breathed, mere inches from his
mouth.  "Oh, fuck yes," he whispered desperately.  Rose stood slightly to
align her vaginal opening with the flared head of his throbbing dick.  She
held it there as she began to lower herself.  Despite her earlier orgasm
and her tremendous wetness, the fat head of his cock still met significant
resistance.  But she bit her lower lip in determination and forced herself
down, until the head finally popped in, and the flared ridge of his crown
began to scrape its way into her juicy love tunnel.

   "Ohhhhhh, gaaaaaaaaaaaawd," she moaned as the first few inches slid in,
his thick shaft stretching her cuntal walls wide.  She never got tired of
that feeling.  She slowly raised herself until just the tip remained buried
inside, her pussy lips stretched obscenely, and then lowered herself once
again, taking another few inches.  The man threw back his head and groaned
in abject pleasure, the deep bellow sending shivers down Kat's spine as she
began to fuck her middle finger in and out of her own desperate cunt, three
fingers of her left hand rubbing insistently at her clit.

   The man was still gripping Rose's tits, and he brought his face down and
began to lick and bite and suck on her engorged areola.  He sucked as much
of her left breast into his mouth as he could and began to gnaw and chew
gently on the swollen titflesh.  He repeated his oral assault on the other
heaving breast.  Rose moaned and began to bounce with greater urgency,
almost taking him to the hilt on each downstroke.  Eventually on one mighty
thrust she her butt bump into his tightly clenched testicles, signaling
that she had finally bottomed out on his mammoth organ.  His breathing was
becoming ragged and Rose could feel his cock flexing even thicker,
stretching her poor pussy out even further.  She hissed in combined pain
and pleasure and settled onto his lap, his cock fully buried in her burning
pussy.  She knew that he was getting close to a massive explosion, but she
wasn't quite ready for that yet.

   While his mouth continued to assault her delightfully tender breasts,
she began to grind herself onto the whole of his cock, her clit mashing up
against his pelvis with each circular motion.  He wasn't getting much
stimulation from this, which allowed him to calm down just enough.  Rose,
however, was quickly racing toward one of the more monumental orgasms of
her young life.  The day's anticipation, the brutal teasing of the
desperate man, and Kat masturbating just a few feet away all combined to
intensify the physical sensations emanating from her cunt.  His magnificent
cock was rubbing all the right spots inside, and her clit was getting
steady and insistent pressure, building her inexorably toward that
devastating climax.  Her breath began to come in short, moaning gasps.  She
heard the squishing sound of Kat's sopping pussy and moaning breaths, which
only served stoke Rose's fire even hotter.

   Kat redoubled her efforts on her own needy pussy, her fingers stroking
her insides and stimulating her clit in beautiful coordination, as skilled
as any musician on her instrument.  She could hear the lewd squishing
sounds of the sensual fucking happening right next to her, and the sound of
Rose's breathy moans as she rapidly approached orgasm.  In this way both
Kat and Rose spurred one another on to the heights of pleasure, and each of
their orgasms crashed over them at almost the same moment.  They cried out
together as they were individually and together overwhelmed by the tidal
waves of pleasure washing over their trembling bodies.

   The mind-numbing pleasure cascaded over them, keeping them at a fever
pitch for an indeterminate amount of time.  Eventually they both collapsed,
Kat sprawled on the bed, Rose resting her head on the man's shoulder with
his arms around her, bodies and minds overwhelmed and over-exerted.  The
only sounds in the room were Kat and Rose each trying to catch their
respective breath.

   Finally, Rose gathered herself and stood, slowly extracting the man's
rock-hard cock from her satisfied pussy.  It slipped free with a reluctant
squishing sound, thick precum dribbling from the tip, shaft and balls shiny
from their combined juices.  Rose wobbled unsteadily to the bathroom.

   ***

   A few moments later she returned, looking somewhat refreshed and bearing
a warm, wet washcloth.  She knelt between the man's legs and began to
lovingly clean his engorged genitals.  She gently brought him back to
achingly full hardness, squeezing his swollen balls a bit more than was
strictly necessary.  This brought another moan from his mouth, which caused
Kat to stir from her post-orgasmic haze.  She sat up and slid to the floor
beside Rose.  Light and eagerness returned to her eyes as she once again
beheld his tremendous organ.

   Rose gripped him at the base firmly with her left hand and glanced over
at Kat.  Kat looked back and a flash of understanding passed between them.
Without a sound they both leaned forward and planted a kiss on his swollen
crown.  They began to gently but firmly kiss and suck the tip of his
rampant cock with their lips and tongue, and before long they were actively
making out over and around his fleshy cockknob.

   "Oh shit!  Fuck," the man grunted, the oral onslaught overwhelming his
already ragged senses.  Kat then moved to the tip of his cock and began to
stretch her jaw to try and accommodate him.  Rose slid her lips down the
side of his shaft and took her turn worshiping his sperm-laden testicles.
She, too, could only accommodate one fat testicle at a time, but set about
her task with passion and vigor.

   Kat was not to be daunted.  She swirled her tongue sloppily around the
head, drooling thickly, making it nice and wet.  She then once again
stretched wide and succeeded in wedging the thick knob into her mouth, her
teeth barely scraping the flared ridge.  She held him there momentarily,
letting herself adjust to the invader, while the man looked down at her
hungrily.  She looked up into his eyes, wanting nothing more than to please
him.  She began to force more and more of his thickness into the waiting
mouth, her eyes watering with the effort.  Finally she could take no more
and slowly receded until his cock slipped free of her mouth with an audible
*pop*.  A tear ran down her cheek and she gasped for breath.  "Not bad,
honey.  Not bad at all," Rose said encouragingly.  But Kat was determined
to do better than "not bad."

   "Untie his legs," she told Rose.  Rose, startled, released her grip on
his scrotum and moved to comply.  As the man's legs were freed Kat stood,
taking his hand.  He stood as well and Kat was struck by how delightfully
tall he was; she barely came to his shoulder.  He walked unsteadily as Kat
led him over to the low, green couch.  Once again he was seated, and his
fat cock rested heavily on his stomach while his full, blue balls were
still pulled tight against his pelvis.  Kat settled between his knees once
again, but now with a much better angle.  Her left hand gripped his balls
tightly, while her right (almost) encircled the base and pointed his cock
at her waiting mouth.  She let a thick string of saliva fall onto the tip
of his cock, mixing with pool of precum collected there.  Her right hand
tightly stroked up the thick shaft, forcing an incredible amount of precum
to bead and then pour out of his cock.  She used this syrupy mixture to
thoroughly coat his cock in natural lubrication.

   Without a sound she then once again stretched her mouth wide and
engulfed his straining knob.  It was easier this time, and she bobbed her
head insistently, taking him until his cockhead bumped against the back of
her throat.  The first few times she couldn't suppress the gagging and
choked a little bit.  But soon she was bobbing smoothly and effortlessly.
Unfortunately she could see that there were still a few, thick inches even
at her deepest stroke.  She looked up at the man pleadingly and as if in
understanding he slid his hands into her hair and began to push her head
down.  This time when his fat knob encountered the back of her throat she
began to swallow.  But it still wasn't enough.

   She slid off once again, a tremendous, soupy mix of saliva and precum
cascading out of her mouth and down his cock.  As she stroked his shaft to
spread the lubrication, she looked up angrily and said, "Come on, fucker.
Are you going to help me or what?" The man's eyes opened wide in surprise.
She didn't wait for a response.

   Once again she impaled her face on his towering meat, forcing him to the
back of her throat.  This time the man got two fistfuls of her brown hair
and really forced her head down into his lap.  For just a moment she
choked, and he almost released his grip.  Then she swallowed and all of a
sudden his cock popped into her throat and she slid down the remaining
inches until her lips reached the base and her chin bumped into his swollen
balls.

   A breathy, "Whoa," was all he could manage.  No one had ever taken him
to the hilt like that before.  Then the sensations of her swallowing throat
squeezing his long-denied cock began to reassert themselves.  Kat began to
bob again slightly, not releasing him from her throat and holding her
breath for a remarkable amount of time.

   "Holy fucking shit." Rose breathed from her seat in what was formerly
the man's chair.  She sat facing the couch, one leg propped up on the bed,
masturbating furiously once again.  She had no idea Kat was such an
insatiable cock hound!

   Kat, for her part, was in cocksucker heaven.  She squeezed her thighs
and relished the electric shock that seemed to shoot from her clit directly
to her nipples.  Finally she slid herself off of his cock and gasped for
air, tears running down her cheeks, smiling triumphantly.

   After she caught her breath she looked up into the man's face but
addressed Rose.  "Can I-" she croaked.  She coughed and swallowed.  "Can I
make him cum?" His already granite-hard cock gave a mighty lurch in Kat's
tight grip, and he actually ejaculated a fresh dollop of precum onto her
glasses.

   "Oh, shit!" exclaimed Rose, smiling.  "Oh, honey, if you think you're
ready you've definitely earned it.  And so has he.  But I'm warning you:
it's like a fucking firehose." Rose's left hand gripped and stroked her
left breast as she settled in to enjoy the finale.

   Kat maintained eye contact with the man as she stroked firmly up and
down his quivering shaft and gave his balls a hearty squeeze.  "Fuck yeah,"
she whispered, "give it to me, Stud.  Stand up," he complied obediently,
watching in awe as this vixen at his feet taunted him.  "Give me all that
pent-up, hot, thick cream.  Haven't I earned it?  Don't you want me to
taste it?  To swallow it?  To drown in it?" With that parting shot she once
again took him into her mouth, this time focusing her efforts on the top
third of his cock, her right hand stroking and twisting in sync with her
bobbing.

   "Oh...my...fucking...gawd," the man groaned out.  His eyes and fists
were clenched shut as he finally abandoned himself to the devastating
eruption that was about to take him over.  Kat felt his cock grow thicker,
and thicker, unbelievably thick.  His balls suddenly tensed in her hand,
and she instinctively gave them a vicious squeeze and twist. 
"Arrrgggghhhh!" a mighty guttural growl escaped the man's chest as his
long-delayed orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks.  Kat squeezed her thighs
and experienced a mini-orgasm herself as she felt/heard the man's growl,
and felt the first titanic contractions deep within his cock.

   She could taste his salty, bitter sperm just before the first blast hit,
and she moaned as the delicious flavor coated her tongue.  Then his cock
jumped in her mouth and a terrific gout of cum struck the back of her
throat with such force that she gagged.  Before she could recover an even
larger second spurt rocketed from his cock and filled her mouth to the
brim. She swallowed desperately as two more copious blasts forcibly
impacted her mouth, but she couldn't keep up.  She coughed and a river of
thick cum poured over her chin and onto her shirt, coating her breasts. 
Just then another thick jet launched from his cock, impacting her glasses
and cascading over her face, streaking her hair.  At that point she lost
count of the ejaculations.  She resumed firm, twisting strokes on his shaft
as his pent-up sperm flew at her face, hair, and shirt; a few powerful
shots missed her entirely, sailing over head to land heavily on the floor
behind her.  She quickly recovered and took him back into her mouth,
savoring spurt after spurt of his thick, rich cream.  Eventually the firm
ejaculations ceased, but sperm continued to flow out in thick pulses for
some time as his climax began to subside.  Kat slurped and swallowed every
drop greedily.

   She continued to suckle on his wilting cock long after there was any
more sperm to be had.  Finally he forcibly removed her mouth from his cock
and collapsed backwards onto the couch.  His cock had already begun to stir
back to life and flopped heavily back onto his stomach.

   "Holy fucking shit, Kat!  That was.  Fucking.  Amazing!" Rose exclaimed,
grinning broadly.  Kat was scooping cum from her chest and eating it
hungrily.  Rose slid down and crawled over to her.  "I warned you, didn't
I?"

   "That was incredible." Kat said softly, still reeling.

   Rose leaned in and she began to kiss Kat and lick the cum from her face
and glasses.  As the man watched this wanton display his cock began slowly
but steadily to twitch back to hardness.

   Eventually the girls stopped kissing and exhausted the leftover deposits
of cum.  "How the fuck do you fit that monster in your pussy??" asked Kat
incredulously.

   "You *have* to try it.  I know it looks painful, but once you get used
to it, it's the best feeling in the world," Rose said, looking wistfully
over at the thick cock stirring back to life.

   "Maybe next time," she said non-committally.  Her body was saying, 'God,
no!' while her heart was screaming, 'Fuck meeeeeee!!!' But Kat just leaned
over and gave the man a passionate kiss on the mouth, which he eagerly
returned.

   "Thanks for a lovely evening, Stud," she said mock-formally.  "We will
have to do this again sometime," and with that she curtsied, picked up her
pants from the floor, and walked unsteadily from the room.

   Rose stood, still completely naked.  Her breasts and neck were flushed
from the intensity and abundance of her recent orgasms.  She positively
glowed.  She leaned in until her heavy breasts compressed into his chest
and shoulder and her lips lightly caressed his ear.  "Rest up, Stud.  You
and I are going to have *lots* more fun before the night is through..."
She, too, kissed him on the mouth.  Then she turned and walked confidently
from the room, clicking off the light as she softly closed the door.

   ***Epilogue/Prologue***

   "What's so special about this guy you've got tied up upstairs?" Kat
asked her friend Rose as they both lounged on the couch in the living room.

   "Well, for starters, he's got a pretty big cock." Kat nodded but was
unimpressed; "pretty big" could mean a lot of things, and she didn't know
Rose to be a size queen.  "But that doesn't begin to cover it.  It'll be
easier to show you." Rose glanced up at the large clock above the mantle.
"Well, it's about that time.  Are you ready?"

   Kat took a deep breath.  Why was she nervous?  "Yeah, let's do this,"
Kat replied.  They stood, and Kat followed Rose up the stairs.  She
couldn't help but enjoy the sight of Rose's tight butt flexing in those
green boy shorts.

   As they reached the landing a thought suddenly occurred to Kat.  "How do
you keep him here?" she asked.  Weird that she didn't think to ask that
before.

   "What do you mean?" Rose asked over her shoulder, without breaking
stride as they walked down the hall.

   "I mean, are you blackmailing him or something?" Now they had reached
the door and Rose put her hand on the doorknob.

   "Dear Lord, Kat!" Rose exclaimed with a laugh.  "He's our toy, not our
slave.  He's here because he wants to be here," she said, by way of
explanation.  "He has his own room upstairs.  He pays rent and everything.
We don't keep him tied up all the time; tonight is one of our playdates."

   "So he could leave whenever he wanted?" Kat asked incredulously.

   "Well, sure.  But why would he want to?" With that Rose opened the door
onto a darkened room, and they both stepped in...
   FIN