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 Chapter 13

   Danny

   Danny just turned 79 when he arrived at Carter Court.  He was a tall
six-footer, pleasant and affable, qualities the women at Carter Court
cherished.  He had also earned the nickname of Moose from the ladies, not
because of his height but because of the bulge in his pants.  They all
agreed in the privacy of conversation that he was "hung" or "well endowed."
Marie was the first to confirm this.  She struck up a friendship with Danny
in the early weeks of his arrival.  Danny was agreeable and eager for
friendship as he was lonely for companionship.  He invited Marie in for a
cocktail one evening, and as the evening progressed, so did the intimacies.
Marie felt the huge bulge in Danny's pants and anticipated a large swollen
cock that would delight her.  What she saw and got, however, was beyond
belief.  Danny was more than endowed.  She unbuckled his pants and slid off
his shorts to find a huge twelve-inch cock with a two and a half inch
radius.  She couldn't believe her eyes.  Danny, sensitive to her plight,
told her the story of his life.  His wife of many years could never take
his cock.

   Once, when they tried it, it drew blood from the pressure of the
attempted entry.  They immediately recognized a problem for their marriage.
Counseling was their only recourse and, since they loved one another, they
compromised in their sexual acts.  There was always a lot of foreplay, his
wife massaging his abundant testicles and huge cock, he sucking her cunt
with another one of his endowments, a large bulbous tongue.  At first,
their marriage suffered and they even talked of a friendly divorce.  They
also talked of sexual compromise, Danny suggesting that she have another
man, she suggesting that Danny have another woman.  For his wife, this
might have worked.  For Danny, however, his large cock was a problem to any
woman.  Danny even tried it with another man once.  But having his cock
sucked posed problems since it was difficult to get it into anyone's mouth.
In the end, Danny settled into a life of masturbation and fondling.  He
learned early to warn women of his size and hope that they would understand
and settle into a loving posture, excluding penetration.

   Strange as it may seem, Danny fell into a comfortable role of
exhibitionism, brought on at Carter Court by Marie's recounting of the
story of Danny's cock.  After that, every woman in Carter Court sought out
Danny for viewing.  The strangest of all these encounters was with Cynthia.
Danny saw Cynthia and loved her, and Cynthia saw Danny and loved him.  Sex
had nothing to do with it.  They sensed an immediate rapport and it wasn't
long before they were together most of the day.  The size of Danny's bulge
did not go unnoticed by Cynthia, but, oddly, she wasn't fearful of her
smallness.  She sensed some new beginning.  Danny, too, recognized
Cynthia's smallness.  And oddly enough, his thoughts were elsewhere, as if,
he, too, sensed a new beginning.  Smiles were rife at Carter Court when
their relationship began, everyone agreeing that, once Cynthia saw Danny's
cock, it would end.  When, to everyone's surprise it didn't end, in fact,
strengthened, a bewildered Carter Court conjured wildly disparate theories
of their relationship.  One gal suggested that Cynthia had had an operation
and that her cunt was big enough to, literally, take a horse's cock. 
Another suggested that Cynthia's ass was the focus of Danny's attention,
she being very sure that sphincter muscles expand to such a degree as to
take sizes twice that of Danny's.  There was also the celibate explanation.
Someone decided that each agreed to remain celibate for the rest of his/her
days.  And, of course, whatever the explanations, none had hit the mark. 
The explanation was simple.  It was ironic that Cynthia's smallness had
prepared her for a life of creative sex and Danny's hugeness and
frustration was to become fertile ground for creative exploration for two
persons who meant a lot to one another and felt comfortable in each other's
psyche and presence.

   Their relationship began slowly with simple adoration of one another. 
This led to the quiet of physical touch and nudity.  There was never a mad
rush to fulfillment and orgasm.  It was as if every act of their life was
an interlude, foreplay.  It began with the simple act of adoration of
Danny's cock.  Cynthia would lie with her head on Danny's stomach and
fondle and kiss his testicles and cock.  She would blow the warm air on the
head of Danny's cock, kiss it, her tongue roving gently under the glans,
her lips tasting the sweet emanations dripping from the fat and thick head
of his cock.  Her hands moved lovingly over the gray hairs of Danny's
stomach and thighs.  At other times, Cynthia would let her lithe frame
massage Danny's body.  Her smallness was like a hand massaging his six foot
four body.  She would massage his feet, thighs, stomach, chest, and head
with her stomach.  When her cunt would arrived at Danny's face, it would be
greeted by Danny's bulbous tongue on which she would gyrate with her small
but sensitive cunt.

   Danny loved this playfulness, the warmth of Cynthia's body sending a
shiver through his own.  Cynthia was so small in stature that Danny could,
in reality, pick her up in the palm of one hand and move her at will.  He
did just that in these playful moments.  She would lie still on his stomach
and he would grasp her hips and slide her up and over his entire body as
one would with a towel after taking a shower.  Cynthia delighted in Danny's
strength and stiffened on these manipulations so that Danny could feel her
body pressing on his.

   Cynthia's adoration of Danny was total.  She spent hours just lying at
his feet, kissing his feet, toes, and ankles.  In these moments, she would
go no higher than his knee.  But the sensuality of this foot fetish brought
ecstasy to Danny.  When it was not his feet, she would have him lie on his
stomach and give full attention to his ass, asshole, and testicles.  As
with his feet, she would linger here for hours, probing with her tongue,
her lips, and her hands.  She grew so adept at penetrating his asshole with
her tongue that he would not infrequently have an orgasm.  At these
moments, she would catch the cum in the palm of her hand, raise up to have
their heads and mouths meet, offer her hand of cum, in which they would
both partake, eating and tasting and kissing each other deeply.  There was
never any revulsion in their sexuality.  Instead, there was total
commitment to each other in ways each had never experienced.

   Danny's love of Cynthia was equally intense.  He would return these
favors.  He would lie with his outstretched body between Cynthia's legs,
his face and tongue exploring the region of her stomach and her vagina. 
His big, bulbous tongue would roam freely between her legs, around her
vagina and stomach, into her cunt.  His gentle hands would massage her
breasts and face simultaneously.  With Cynthia in a fetal position, Danny
would probe her cunt and her asshole for hours.  He always coupled this
with his big cock massaging the exterior of her vagina and vulva, never
penetrating, just massaging.  At these moments, Cynthia could watch and
admire the fullness of Danny's big cock sliding, tickling, massaging her
wet and sensitive clitoris.

   Danny loved these moments, too.  It's not that he hadn't done this
before.  He had, with his wife.  But with Cynthia, it was different.  Her
smallness, her petiteness, her frailty, the hugeness of his cock combined
to create a tension he never experienced before with anyone, including his
wife.  Danny came at these moments, too.  And, as before, Cynthia's hand
would gather his cum which they would share in a loving embrace.  They
tried other techniques.  Danny would kneel over Cynthia's stomach and,
after massaging her breasts with Vaseline, insert his dick between her
tits. Cynthia would press them together tightly.  Danny, then, would fuck
her tits.  Cynthia liked this position because the nipples of her breast
came to life, excruciatingly sensitive to Danny's thrusts.  Watching his
cock move in and out allowed her to fantasize its movement in and out of
her cunt as if he were fucking her.  Above all, Danny's size allowed her to
suck his cock as it went in and out of her tits.  She enjoyed the spurt of
Danny's cum as he shot into her mouth and face.  It would hit with ferocity
and splatter over her lips and chin, after which they would embrace and
kiss, both enjoying the taste of his cum.  Every part of Cynthia's anatomy
got fucked.  Her armpits got fucked.  Her feet could cradle Danny's cock
and bring him to orgasms.

   One position they both liked because it brought them into close
proximity to one another was the "between the legs" technique.  Danny would
lie on his back while Cynthia would accept his hard cock between her legs.
Her lightness allowed her to move freely, her legs wrapped tightly around
his hard, throbbing cock.  She moved in such a way that Danny's hard cock
massaged her cunt and asshole in the same movement a violinist used in
stroking his bow.  This seesaw motion of Danny's cock over her cunt and
asshole led to exquisite orgasms.  One alternate of this technique was to
have Danny kneel behind Cynthia's slightly elevated ass, and stroke her
asshole and cunt in a downward motion.  Her sphincter and her clitoris
could be massaged into an incredible sensitivity that brought intense
orgasms to Cynthia.  The one crucible in all this experimentation, however,
was Danny's enormous, bulbous, and flexible tongue.  He could constrict it
and narrow it to enter Cynthia's small cunt with ease.  He could fatten it
to massage the labia and clitoris.  He could alternate between these two.

   As time went on, they both began to notice a slight but important change
in Cynthia's vaginal opening.  It began to relax; it began to enlarge.  And
as they continued their probing, Danny's fat two and half-inch cock began
to sink deeper into Cynthia's labia.  It was minuscule, at first, but
exciting.  They so loved one another that they wanted that oneness, that
union that came from penetration.  At first, only the head of Danny's cock
entered Cynthia.  But its width stretched Cynthia's cunt wide and, more
importantly, rubbed tight over the clitoris.  The tightness, the
penetration, the rhythmic movement of their hips excited each in
indescribable ways.  And each orgasm in this way became more intense. 
Danny remained, above all, sensitive to his size and let Cynthia's hips and
movement control the depth of the penetration.  After the head of Danny's
hard cock found a home in Cynthia's hot cunt, subsequent encounters had
Cynthia probing further.  It was an inch-by-inch progression and an
inch-by-inch ecstasy, each inch indicating a new plateau of orgasmic
intensity.

   After six months of this experimentation, both sensed an apotheosis
occurring.  Then it happened.  In the heat of a lengthy afternoon of
loving, Cynthia moved toward the ultimate union of Danny's long, hard cock
and her hot, wet cunt.  She wrapped her legs around Danny's waist and
pressed his hips into her.  His hard cock sensed the excitement and plunged
deeper and deeper into Cynthia's small, tight, and, now, hot cunt.  And
then came the climax.  Cynthia's tight cunt accepted all of Danny's hard
twelve-inch cock and the rhythm began.  It was a slow fuck, the fullness of
Danny's twelve inches dipping totally into Cynthia, withdrawing, dipping,
withdrawing, and dipping.  That slow and deliberate fuck sent shivers
through Cynthia's entire body.  She felt Danny inside her and that oneness
she had always craved.  Danny, too, was in control of the fuck of his life.
Cynthia's tight cunt milked his hard cock for all its juices.  He could
feel the excitement building in his enormous testicles as they hit
Cynthia's asshole in the downward thrust of his cock.  It seemed like an
hour of ecstasy.  But it was only minutes before both Cynthia and Danny
felt their muscles tightening, readying for the final thrust and the final
ecstasy.  They exploded together.  Danny shot with a new intensity, bathing
the inside of Cynthia's cunt with his hot, milky cum.  Cynthia felt the
walls of her vagina contracting and spilling its own juices.  It was as if
two giant rivers met, intermingling and spewing from Cynthia's cunt.  Their
screams intensified the drama of this moment, each pressing the other to
come again and again.

   Drained, they lay entangled, Cynthia tightening her legs around Danny's
hips, her vaginal muscles contracting to milk Danny's cock, to savor long
this happy and ecstatic moment.  They lay this way a long time, both
Cynthia's cunt and Danny's cock locked in unity.  After a half hour of
silent meditation over this fuck of fucks, both made a feeble attempt to
speak.  But they could only sigh in unison, and kiss, a long deep kiss that
seemed to punctuate this memorable event in their lives.  Then they fell
into a deep sleep, still entwined but side by side.