This was originally written for another site in a place far far away. There were certain words that had to be included in the story; hence, the occasional capitalized words, such as VELVIT, FINGERTIPS, ......
Once upon a time, in a land far far away, a long time ago, there was a small town called Nottyhamshire. It was a pretty little town situated on the banks of a river which emptied into a large LAKE. There was only one street through the town and there was a bank, post office, general store, bar and an ice cream parlor. A bridge crossed the river just prior to the beginning of the lake and the road meandered into the country and disappeared in the distance. No one knew where the road went. The people of the town were all young and pretty and lived in an atmosphere of freedom, love and joy. There were no formal unions and the people were free to do whatever they wished with whomever they wished. There was no jealousy and everyone was friends with everyone else, friends with lots of benefits. Every few weeks in the warm weather the entire village would attend a party at the lake after the late afternoon thunderstorm. A large fire was built, food was cooked and large quantities of the local brew, made from fermented CHERRIES, was iced. Everyone ate and drank their fill and enjoyed the late afternoon sun. As the sun went down the attendees began shedding clothes and going into the lake to swim and frolic. Couples, a man and woman here, two women or two men there, even an occasional threesome or moresome, could be seen kissing and hugging and touching each other with gentle FINGERTIPS, some staying in the water and others sitting and lying on VELVET smooth blankets or towells. As the evening progressed the noise of the party changed from talk and laughter to the sounds of heavy breathing with an occasional "Aaaaaahhhhhhh" or "Oooooohhhhhh", or sometimes a shreak or even a "Yeeeeeesssss". All in all, the people were very happy all living together, enjoying life and each other.
Then he came. Walking into Nottyhamshire from out of the distance, accross the bridge!!! An older man!!! You could tell he was older, part of his hair was gone and the part remaining was grey, almost white. His name was Durdee Olman. He wandered into town one Tuesday, walked up and down the street (there was only one) and finally went into an empty house on the edge of town.
He was different, this Durdee Olman. His clothes were the same as everyone else, he sounded like everyone else, but he looked different, his hair was grey, almost white, and his face had lines and looked different, ruggedly handsome, but different. He soon established a routine of visiting the town ice cream shop every day. He was nice enough, always ordering a cup of ice cream. Then one day the clerk, Cara Glop, noticed that the his empty cup was totally clean, with no ice cream residue left on the sides or in the bottom of the cup. How could this be?? It was impossible to get all of the ice cream out of a cup with only a spoon. She mentioned this phenomenon to her sister Clara, another ice cream shop clerk and they agreed to watch and see if it happened again.
The next day, while Clara was on duty, Durdee Olman had came in at the customary time, sat at his customary table and ordered his customary cup of ice cream with a glass of water. He attacked the cold goodness with his customary gusto and then put his spoon down. He picked up the cup and placed it over his mouth. He moved the cup, turning it around a few times and then with a large grin breaking over his face, placed the cup back on the table. He dipped his napkin into the glass of water and wiped around his mouth. Clara stared in disbelief as she realized he had completely cleaned the cup with his tongue.
After the ice cream shop closed, Clara rushed home to tell Cara of her discovery. "Cara, I saw him do it!!!! He cleaned the cup with his tongue!!! Durdee Olman must be able to stick his tongue out four or five inches and move it around!!!!". What she had just said struck both sisters at the same time and both smiled, a naughty almost wanton smile. They decided that they would walk down the street (there was only one) after dinner and "look in" on Durdee Olman.
After dinner both Cara and Clara Glop bathed and dressed in their finest, SILK STOCKINGS, short skirts and tight blouses and, as was the custom in Nottyhamshire, no undergarments. The late afternoon thunderstorm had just cleared and a beautiful RAINBOW appeared above the little town. Strangely the RAINBOW seemed to end just down the street (there was only one) above the house where Durdee Olman was living. Could there be a treasure???? The sun had just set as the ladies set out on their clandestine mission. When they arrived at their destination the crept around to the side of the house and looked through a window. It was the bedroom. The first thing that caught their eyes was the mirror mounted above the bed, then the mirror on the wall at the foot of the bed and then the bed itself. "Oh my" both ladies exclaimed, there he was, Durdee Olman, lying on the bed. "OH MY HE'S NAKED!!!!!" they exclaimed.
There he lay, naked, and apparently just beginning to masturbate. As his hand slowly rubbed up and down the shaft of his moderately flacid penis, it dutifully began to grow. He continued to slowly stroke and the head of his penis slowly emergered from the top of his stroking hand. He stopped stroking, swung his legs off the bed and stood and turned and walked past the ladies field of view. When he returned and lay back down on the bed, Cara gasped "Did you see the size of his penis!!!!????" Clara was breathing heavilly by this time and wheezed "It's huge, enormous, but beautiful, I've never seen one that large"!!! "Neither have I" breathed Cara, "It must be all of six inches long and ooooooooohhhhhhh, at least an inch and a half thick!!!. As the ladies ogled Durdee Olman's penis, Cara wheezed "I wonder if I could take all of that monster". Clara nodded "I would love to try!!".
Durdee Olman opened his eyes and noticed the two Glop faces reflected in the mirror at the foot of the bed. They were apparently breathing rather heavilly for their breath was causing the window to fog. He stopped stroking, got up again and disappeared from the Glop sister's view. They were so intent on watching for his return they did not hear the back door open. "Good evening ladies, would you like to come in for a .... chat???" There he stood, Durdee Olman, with a towell draped around his recently naked body. There was a very noticeable bulge in the front. Cara looked at Clara, both giggled and smiled and said "Thank you, we would love to come in for a ....... chat" and followed Durdee Olman into the house.
They walked straight into the bedroom. Durdee Olman turned "I'm so glad you dropped by for a ..... chat" and with that, the towell dropped to the floor. Both ladies gasped, his penis was even more exciting live, with no glass in between, and now they could better see the two large globes hanging in their sack at the base. The sisters began removing their clothes as he stepped back and lay down on the bed. Cara was naked first and almost dived between his legs. She immediately began licking and sucking on his very erect, enormous cock. Clara climbed lay down partially on top of him and began kissing his lips, tongues soon intertwining. Clara placed a pillow under his head, then swung her leg over and straddled his face. Cara had now taken one of his large balls into her mouth and was gently sucking. Clara felt the long tongue begin to penetrate her tight small pussy. It was very wet and slippery and slid easilly inside, retreated outside and slid up to her clit. As anticipated, his tongue was very talented and he traced round and round, then over the top of her clit, then back down for another trip inside, then back to Cara's overly sensitive love button. Clara was squealing with delight as Cara now climbed up behind her sister and slowly slid the very large, hard penis into her tight, tender pussy. It almost hurt as the head slipped inside, but the pain turned to pleasure and joy as it slipped in further and further. Finally, she knew, she could take the entire length and girth into her womanhood. She began the dance of pleasure and ecstasy, rocking back and forth. Clara was breathing hard from the caresses of the long talented tongue, juices beginning to flow, bucking back and forth, back and forth, as her orgasm approached. Cara was also bucking hard now, riding his cock, pushing down, trapping his enormous six inches totally inside. "Oooooohhhhhh" said Clara as the orgasmic waves broke over her wall, and "Aaaaaahhhhhhhh, YES" from Cara as the Durdee Olman's enormous penis sent her flying down the steep, smooth ejaculation slide.
The three Nottyham-ites separated after climactic furies of the Glop sisters, but Durdee Olman was not finished yet. He gently pushed Cara onto her back, spread her legs and dived between, giving her a "taste" of his very talented, long, flitting tongue. It darted in and out of her sweet wetness, then moved up to the her most tender button to flick accross the top and around the edges. In a very short time, she was again riding the wild surf of an orgasm, climactic waves breaking over her as she reached the pinacle and slowly slid back to reallity. Not finished yet, Durdee Olman rose and gently pulled Clara onto her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, stood behind her and slowly and carefully guided his enormous six inch penis into her still warm wet pussy. He finally reached the hilt of his manhood and pushed even harder. Clara was grunting and groaning with delight. He then began to slowly withdraw until only the head of his monster six inches was inside, then slowly pushing until he was totally buried again. Each time as he retreated and advanced, Durdee Olman moved a little faster, with a little more force. Cara sat watching her sister being penetrated by Durdee Olman's long, hard, penis and her hand moved between her legs, Clara was almost screaming as she had climax after climax, until toward the end of the dance his thighs were audibly slapping against her hips. Finally Durdee Olman, breathing hard, pushed in hard and stopped moving; Cara after watching all of this was masturbating and having a climax; Clara was beginning another climax and Durdee Olman's enormous, massive, magificent six inch penis began twitching and pulsating as he reached his orgasmic moment. His balls were tightly pulled up as the feeling began in his thighs and moved to his cock, then balls and finally all through his pelvic region. The semen literally shot out of the end of his cock, then continued to flow as he began to finally wind down from the climactic delights. Cara was enjoying the last waves of her masturbatory delight as Clara collapsed on her stomach. Durdee Olman laid down between the Glop sisters on a now damp, sticky bed spread.
They all kissed and held each other in a three way embrace before the ladies left for the walk up the now dark, empty street (there was only one) back to their home. Durdee Olman would definitely have an invitation to the next town party!!!!! |
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