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Mike's Mom's Friend

Gentle reader,

Many readers of "Massaging Mike's Mom" have encouraged
me to write a sequel.  Here it is.  If you like this
theme, let me know - there's more where this one came
from.  Send email to ddwriter45@yahoo.com

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Several days after the experience I reported in
"Massaging Mike's Mom," Judy Johnson (Mike's Mom) sent
me the following email:

Dear Ben,

I hope you don't mind if I write to you.  I really
enjoyed our little "contest" the other day.  As I
said, I admire your self-control - so rare in so young
a man.  I had fun putting it to the test!

The reason I'm writing is to ask you a favor.  I was
telling an old friend about our experience.  Her name
is Bonnie, and we've known each other a long time.  In
fact, we were roommates in college almost twenty years
ago.

Bonnie has a problem.  She married a fine man -
actually, Jerry was her boyfriend back in college, so
they've been married nearly 20 years, and she never
really dated anyone else seriously.  She and Jerry
have a great relationship and a great life together. 
So, you ask, what's the problem?  Well . . . how do I
put this discretely . . . Jerry is not in the "hung
like a horse" department.  Although I've never seen
him naked, Bonnie says he is really very tiny "down
there."  She says they have a good sex life, they love
each other, and are totally committed to each other. 
However, and here's the problem, Bonnie has become
obsessed during the past couple of years with large
penises . . . the bigger the better.  She fantasizes
about having an affair, but she doesn't want to hurt
Jerry or risk her marriage.  Even if she did, she
wouldn't know how to, shall we say, "inspect the
merchandise" before getting involved.  All she really
wants is to see, touch, and feel a huge penis.  She
hopes that will satisfy her curiosity and make the
obsessive fantasies go away before they lead her into
doing something she'll regret.

So, are you getting an idea about where you might come
into the picture?  I had mentioned to her that you are
eleven inches long, and she almost gasped - kind of
like I did when you rolled over during our massage and
I saw your "horse" the first time - it's quite an
animal!  She asked me if I thought you would mind if
she just looked at your horse, and maybe petted it a
little.  I thought you might be willing to do that, as
a favor to me and to Bonnie.  She worried that you
might get aroused and aggressive and pushy, like a lot
of men do.  I told her I expected you would get
aroused, since you are normal healthy young man, but
was sure you wouldn't get pushy - I told her about our
"contest" and how you were able to control yourself so
well.

Anyway, that's why I'm writing.  If you're interested,
and willing to be "used" in this way, let me know and
I'll set up a meeting here at my house, out by the
pool where we met before.  Bonnie lives several miles
away, but I'm sure she would drive here if you would
let her pet your horse!

Bye,
-	Judy
P.S.  Bonnie is really cute.  I think you would like
her.  She's like me in the "top" department, probably
even a little bigger.  You seemed to enjoy that part
of me!


Needless to say, I was interested.  Here is my reply
email:

Dear Mrs. Johnson (Judy),

Thanks for your note.  I had fun too.

I wouldn't mind helping out your friend Bonnie.  If it
would help her stay happy in her marriage, I'm willing
to let her use my "horse", as you put it, any way she
would like.

Tomorrow afternoon would be good for me.  How about
1:30?  Just let me know by reply email, and I'll be
there.

-	Ben

Later that afternoon I got another email from Judy
saying she had spoken to Bonnie and the time was good.

I could hardly keep from masturbating for the next 24
hours, remembering Judy's fantastic body and the
incredible excitement she caused by teasing my cock
nearly to the point of spurting, then backing off
before teasing it some more.  But I wanted to be fully
"primed" for this adventure with her and her friend
Bonnie.  So, I kept my hands off my horse.  I just
hoped Bonnie was good looking, although I couldn't
dare to hope that she was as attractive as Judy.

At exactly 1:30 the next afternoon I walked around the
side of the Johnson residence, alongside the bushes
and through the tall wooden gate into their secluded
back yard and pool area.  There I met Judy and Bonnie.
 Judy was right - Bonnie was a hottie, more petite
than Judy and, by the looks of them, had boobs about
the same size or even larger.  They were in bikinis,
although Bonnie's was more modest than Judy's skimpy
one.

"Hi Ben, thanks for coming.  I'd like you to meet my
old friend, Bonnie."  We shook hands politely and
formally, which seemed odd, considering what we would
be doing soon.

Judy offered me a beer, which I accepted.  Just like
when I was there the last time, she bent over at the
waist to pour the beer into my glass, letting me gaze
at her fabulous hanging breasts, barely supported by
her tiny bikini top.  I could see between them, all
the way to her thighs.  She glanced at me teasingly as
she poured, saying softly, "Like the view?"  I'm sure
the hungry look on my face answered her question.  She
took her time, letting me stare shamelessly.  She
looked down at my crotch to confirm the desired
effect, then playfully looked back into my eyes.

When we were all seated, Judy launched the
conversation.  "As you both know, I've acted as a
"match-maker" to get you two together.  Ben, you
understand that Bonnie is only interested in
satisfying her curiosity about well-hung men.  She's
not here to have an affair.  Your ability to stay
passive while I teased you mercilessly last week
impressed me.  I invited you here because I trust that
you'll be able to let her call all the shots, and not
pressure her with your own sexual needs.  Are you sure
you'll be able to stay passive today, too?"

"Yes, I am, Mrs. Johnson . . err, I mean, Judy.  I
pride myself on always being in control of myself. 
You have nothing to worry about.  If I can help
Bonnie, I'll be glad to do anything I can."

Bonnie added, "Ben, I don't know how to thank you for
this.  Judy told you about the obsession I've had for
the last few years about large penises.  This is
really embarrassing.  I'm very happy in my marriage,
and the last thing I want to do is mess that up.  I
hope that by having some, shall we say, 'hands on'
experience with yours, the obsession will go away. 
Judy said your penis is eleven inches long, is that
right?  That's incredible!"

"Well, it is when it's erect," I replied.  But it's
only about 6 or 7 inches soft."

"Only six or seven when it's soft!"  Bonnie exclaimed.
 My husband's is only about four inches when erect,
and it's just a button when soft.  He's a good lover,
and he's a handsome, wonderful man.  He's just small .
. . down there."

After a few more minutes of getting acquainted, Judy
took the lead.  "Well, Ben, whenever you're
comfortable, how about taking your clothes off so
Bonnie can finally see what we're talking about?"

I felt really nervous about getting naked in front of
these two women, especially since I had only met
Bonnie a few minutes earlier.  But, since that was
what we were here for, I decided the sooner the
better.

"OK," I gulped, downing the rest of my beer.  "I'm as
ready as I'll ever be."  I removed my sandals, stood
up, pulled my t-shirt over my head, and began
nervously fumbling with the snap of my shorts.  I
finally got it loose, and let my shorts fall down
around my ankles.  I stepped out of them, standing
totally naked in front of Judy and Bonnie, who
remained seated.  I tried to stand in a relaxed
posture, hands by my sides, but was really nervous. 
The erection I had when I was staring at Judy's boobs
while she was pouring my beer was totally gone.

"Wow!" gasped Bonnie, looking at my six inch dangling
cock, but trying not to stare.  My nervousness kept me
from getting hard.  "Do you mind if I just look at it
a minute?"

"That's OK, Bonnie.  You can look all you want" I
replied.  It felt really weird to be ogled.  But it
was also exciting to be admired.  With that
permission, she glued her eyes to my genitals.

"Ben, how about twisting your body back and forth,
making your horse flop from side to side?" suggested
Judy.  I complied, rotating my torso back and forth
quickly, causing my cock to slap against my upper
thighs.  Bonnie was mesmerized, unable to take her
eyes off my swinging meat.

"Bonnie, would you like to touch?" asked Judy, in her
role as facilitator.

"Uh . . . yes, I think so," Bonnie replied hesitantly.

"Ben, put your hands on top of your head, and stand
closer in front of Judy.  Move your legs wide apart,
too, so she can see and feel your scrotum if she wants
to" Judy instructed.

Again, I complied, stepping forward toward Bonnie, who
was seated in a deck chair.  As I stood with my cock
only a foot or two from Bonnie's face, I began to
relax.  It was such a turn-on for this knock-out woman
to be so fascinated with my cock and balls.  I stood
still for several moments, as Bonnie slowly raised her
hand.

"It's . . . it's OK if I touch it?" she asked
hesitantly.  "You won't mind?"  She was now more
nervous than I was.

"It's OK," I replied.  "Touch and feel it any way you
want.  I'm here to satisfy your curiosity."

Bonnie reached out and lightly touched the skin of my
shaft.  She lightly patted it, as if she were petting
an actual horse.  

Her hands moved toward my balls, which are also
exceptionally large and hang low and loose.   My legs
were wide apart, so they hung free in the open air. 
"Can I touch these, too?"  Bonnie asked.  "I don't
want to hurt you."

"Sure," I repeated.

"I've never seen anything like them.  They remind me
of a bull I saw once on a ranch."  She reached under
my balls and gently lifted them, then pushed them to
the side and watched them swing back.

I was becoming less nervous now.  My cock began to
swell.  Noticing my swelling, Bonnie wrapped her hand
around it.  It quickly grew to full size, stretching
her hand.

"Wow, it's so huge!"  Bonnie exclaimed, in awe of what
she held in her hand.  She began to stroke it slowly,
up and down, exploring the hard shaft sliding under
the skin.  "Let me know if I make you too aroused,"
she said.  "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"Like Judy said," I answered, "I have total
self-control.  You don't have to worry about me
getting so aroused that I can't control it."

"Is this how you masturbate?"  She slowly stroked my
cock more deliberately, up and down.

"Well, . . . uh . . . yeah, I guess so," I stammered. 
I feel very shy and private about jerking off.

My shyness seemed to embolden Bonnie.  She began to
pump me more assertively.  "Do you masturbate slowly
like this . . ." - she moved with steady strokes - "or
faster, like this?"  She sped up, glancing up at my
face with a sly grin, clearly beginning to relax and
enjoy teasing me.

"Uh, well, . . either way, I guess."  I was
embarrassed about having my masturbation habits openly
discussed with this woman I had only met a few minutes
ago.

"Do you ever do it really, really, fast, like this?" 
Bonnie started pumping her hand furiously, pounding my
cock from top to bottom.  My balls were flopping
wildly, slapping audibly against her hand on the
downstroke.  My balls were aching almost unbearably
from her abuse, but I said nothing so Bonnie could
fulfill her curiosity.

"Yes," I admitted through clenched teeth, feeling an
orgasm beginning to form.

"How's your self-control doing?" she asked tauntingly.

"I'm ok for a little while," I replied, hoping I could
hold out.

"Oh, yeah!?" said Bonnie, playfully, as she pumped
even more furiously, with long strokes, top to bottom.
 "How long do you think you could control this!?" she
teased.  She was obviously having fun now.

Then she stopped suddenly, removed her hands, and sat
back in her chair, watching my pulsing cock bouncing
in the air for few moments.  "Would you have an orgasm
if I kept doing that?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so," I admitted shyly, catching
my breath.

"I thought you had self-control!" she continued
taunting me.

 "I couldn't keep from having an orgasm if you keep
doing that, but I can control how I act.  You don't
have to worry about me getting pushy or anything."

"Ben, I really appreciate that," Bonnie said, her
voice softening.  "I need to feel safe with you." 
After a short pause, she asked, "Do you promise to
tell me before you come?"

"OK," I promised.

"Besides, I don't want to embarrass you by making you
have an orgasm in front of me, if you don't want to. 
After all, we hardly know each other."

I didn't know what to say.  I dearly hoped to have an
orgasm, but had committed myself to letting her decide
when, how, and even if that was going to happen.  I
reminded myself that my job was nothing more than to
let her explore her curiosity about a man with a big
cock.  I wasn't there to pursue satisfaction of my own
sexual needs.

Bonnie then turned her attention to my balls, hanging
low between my legs.  "These things are as big as golf
balls!" she exclaimed.  She flitted them side to side,
watching them swing, then grabbed them roughly in a
firm grip with both hands.

"It's exciting to have a man by the balls!" Bonnie
exclaimed playfully, increasing pressure, pulling them
down and away from my body.  As she did so, my cock
was also pulled down so that it was about horizontal. 
As she moved her head closer and to the side to look
more closely at my balls, the head of my cock lightly
brushed against her cheek.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, jerking her head back.
 "I didn't mean for it to touch my face.  It's just
that it sticks out so far!  I hope that didn't bother
you, Ben."

"No problem," I smiled.  I thought about my cock being
tantalizingly close to her mouth and imagined how her
lips would feel wrapped around it.

Judy had been sitting back, just watching.  "Ben,
would you like to lie on your back on the pad awhile? 
You might be more comfortable and Bonnie can explore
your horse more easily."

Nodding, I got down on my back and clasped my fingers
behind my head so I wouldn't be too tempted to reach
out and touch Bonnie's hot body.  Those breasts were
nearly irresistible, although her modest bikini
covered most of them.

"That's it," Judy said.  "Now spread your legs apart a
bit, and bend your knees so Bonnie can get at your
balls if she wants to."

"Judy, feel free to join in, if you want," invited
Bonnie.  "There's plenty here for both of us!"
playfully referring to my eleven inch cock, proudly
standing at attention in front of the two women.

Judy and Bonnie each sat cross-legged beside me, knees
resting on either side of my body, both able to
comfortably reach my exposed, vulnerable genitals. 
They fondled and massaged my cock for several minutes,
lifting my sore balls, moving them around inside their
sack.  I remained completely silent and passive as the
two women chatted.  It was as if they were both
inspecting an interesting toy or doll.  They would
take turns gripping my cock, sliding its skin up and
down.  They experimented with two hands, three hands,
and even all four of their hands.  My cock was long
enough for their four small hands to grasp it at the
same time, pumping up and down.  My pre-cum flowed out
and down around my head, making the top few inches of
my pole slick.  I could feel an orgasm beginning to
form.

"I promised to warn you if I got close to coming," I
croaked.  "I can't take much more of that."  My throat
was tight with the tension of impending orgasm.

With that, both women removed their hands, leaned
back, and watched my throbbing cock, fascinated.  "It
looks so powerful," commented Bonnie, in awe.  "I
really like having control over this huge male cock
that wants to erupt.  I like knowing that I'm in
charge of it, that it's not in charge of me.  I always
imagined that a big cock would rape me, that it would
attack me with its masculine power.  This huge cock is
frightening, with its potential for overpowering me
and hurting me.  It's like I a hungry tiger in a cage.
 But it can't reach me.  It can't attack me, no matter
how much I taunt and tease it.  I can show the tiger
my flesh, and make it want desperately to eat me.  But
it can't.  I'm in control."  Bonnie almost seemed like
she was in a trance as she voiced her fears and her
fantasy.

Bonnie raised up on her knees, straddled my left
thigh, and shoved her knee into my groin.  She thrust
her breasts toward me, shaking them from side to side,
the bikini top barely keeping them contained.  "Hey,
tiger, I bet you want to eat these, don't you!  Are
you hungry?"  With one hand she reached down and
pumped my cock, with the other she lifted and thrust
her breasts in my direction.  "I bet you'd like to
rape me with this monster male cock, wouldn't you? 
Well, you can't.  I'm in control, here.  You can't
hurt me!  I've got you in a cage!  I'm safe from you,
no matter how hungry I make you!  And I'm going to
make you very, very hungry - because I can!  I'm a
woman, and I have power!"  

Bonnie's tone was half-playful and half-deadly
serious.  I sensed that she may have been sexually
assaulted at some time in her past.  This made me even
more determined to allow her to have complete control.

Then Judy interjected, "OK, Bonnie, let's take total
control over this hungry tiger.  Here's the deal, Ben.
 If you start to have an orgasm without telling us,
we'll stop immediately and you'll be on your own to
finish it - I see how shy you are about masturbating,
so I don't think you would want that.  Give us control
over when you ejaculate, and we MAY give you a
complete and satisfying orgasm - IF we feel like it. 
But it would be when WE say, not when YOU want it. 
Cooperate with us, and you have a chance.  If you
don't cooperate, you have no chance.  That's the deal,
take it or leave it."  I knew Judy was setting me up
for another contest of wills, like the first time we
were here together, the previous week.

"I understand" I said, accepting the challenge but not
really having a choice in the matter.

"And there's one more part of the deal," continued
Judy.  You've got to keep your hands behind your head
at all times.  If you move them, the deal is off and
you're on your own.  You'll either have to go home
frustrated, or masturbate in front of us.  That would
be really humiliating, wouldn't it?"  She raised the
ante.

"OK" I agreed.  Again, the terms of the deal were
being dictated to me.

"This is so cool!" exclaimed Bonnie.  "We women get to
be in total control of this monster cock, uh, I mean
penis!"

"No, Bonnie, not WE.  YOU get to be in total control,"
Judy clarified.  "This is YOUR adventure.  YOU get to
decide when, and IF, this monster cock gets relief -
if the tiger gets to eat.  It's completely up to you. 
And you can use all your female powers to make it
desperately hungry, to make it beg you for mercy, for
a morsel of food.  And, you've got plenty of time -
all afternoon.  There's no rush.  By the way, it's OK
to call it a cock!"  

With that empowerment, Bonnie grasped my swollen meat
with both hands and slowly pumped up and down.  "Do
you want it now, big guy?!" she taunted.  "Do you want
me to let you spurt?"

"Oh, yes!" I replied hoarsely.  "Please.  I'm getting
close again."

Bonnie immediately let go, sat back, giggling.   "Not
yet, tiger.  I'll let you come when I'm ready to, and
not before."  She gleefully watched my throbbing cock
bouncing in the air, my pulse surging through it,
relishing her power over the tormented huge cock that
hungered for her mercy.

"Looks like the horse has worked up a sweat," observed
Judy, switching animals.  "Maybe we should let it cool
down awhile.  Ben, you seemed to enjoy seeing my
breasts last week.  Would you like for Judy and me to
get topless?"

"Uh, huh" was all I could mutter, in my state of
nearly unbearable tension.  I was aching to see their
breasts, now hiding behind bikini tops.

"Well, Bonnie, I think he should work for it.  He
should have to earn the right to see our breasts. 
What do you think?" Judy continued.

"I don't know what you have in mind, but it sounds
interesting!" said Bonnie.

"Yeah, here's the contest.  Ben, we're going to
blindfold you.  Then Bonnie and I will take off our
tops.  We have four nipples between us, right?  We'll
touch our nipples to your lips, one by one, in random
order.  You stay completely motionless, not even
moving your lips.  If you can correctly match which
two nipples belong to the same woman, then we'll take
off your blindfold.  If you fail, we'll put our tops
back on and not let you see our boobs.  How about it?"

The image of those beautiful bare breasts suspended
over my face, nipples touching my lips, was nearly too
exciting to bear.  But, always ready for a challenge,
I said OK.

Judy tied a small towel around my head, taking care
that I could not see around it.  I heard giggling and
the shuffling of clothing as I envisioned the two
women unsnapping their bikini tops.  Knowing their
bare breasts were right in front of me, and being
unable to see them, was incredibly erotic.

"Are you ready, Ben?" asked Judy.  "You'll feel four
nipples rest lightly on your lips, one by one.  You
must not move your lips.  If you are able to match the
two sets of nipples, we'll remove your blindfold and
let you see them.  If not, well, you lost your
chance."

I heard Judy and Bonnie whisper and giggle to each
other as they made their plan.  In a few moments, I
felt a light touch on my lips as a nipple - maybe one
of Judy's, which I had seen last week, or maybe one of
Bonnie's, which I have only imagined - slowly moved
side to side across my lips, tempting me to open my
mouth and suck in the nipple.  I could hardly resist,
but knew I would lose.  Then came a second, then the
third, and finally the fourth.  In between, I sensed
the two women moving around.

"OK, Ben, which nipple belonged to the same woman
whose nipple touched you first - number two, number
three, or number four?"  Judy was the inquisitor.

Without moving my lips, I had been unable to sense
much detail about the nipples' hardness, softness, or
other features.  I assumed that the moving around
between trials meant that they switched places each
time.  So, I guessed that nipple number three matched
nipple number one.

"Oh, too bad, Ben" Judy said, tauntingly.  "I guess
you don't get to see them . . . "  I groaned in
disappointment.  ". . . unless you'd like to have
another try at it.  Want to try again, Ben?"

"Uh, huh" I affirmed with a grunt, trying not to sound
like I was begging.

"This time we'll give you more information," Judy
continued.  You'll be able to lick and suck each
nipple for a little while before the next one is given
to you.  Would you like that?

"Oh, yeah!" I said, hardly concealing my excitement
about licking and sucking their nipples.  The fact
that I would be sucking two nipples that I had never
seen nearly made me come, just imagining it.

"But to make it a bit more challenging, we'll need to
distract you a little.  We'll stroke your horse until
you are near orgasm, then tickle it with a feather
during the contest.  That way you'll need to
discipline your mind to focus on the test, and not
think about your aching cock."  Judy was a master
teaser!

I felt Judy nestle between my legs, forcing them wide
apart.  One hand grasped my balls and pulled them
firmly down and away from my body.  The other gripped
my cock at mid-shaft and slowly stroked up and down. 
I heard Judy coaching Bonnie about how to tell when
orgasm was about to begin by feeling my balls draw up,
the base of my cock hardening, and watching the
swelling and reddening of the helmet.  She
demonstrated how to grip balls while hooking a finger
over the base of the cock with one hand, gripping
tightly, while stroking with the other hand.

Judy demonstrated first, gripping almost hard enough
to hurt while stroking slowly.  After less than a
minute of this treatment I felt I would come soon - I
didn't want to get stopped on the edge, so voiced my
warning.

"Ah, you're trying to escape too quickly!  I think
you've got a few more pumps in you before you come,"
said Judy, slowing her stroke and tightening her grip.
 Just as I felt semen begin to move, she stopped
stroking abruptly, but kept her firm grip on my balls.

"Aaarrggh," I groaned, stifling my voice as much as
possible.  My back arched with tension.  My helpless
engorged cock felt like it would explode.  

"See?" Judy asked Bonnie.  "You can get him just on
the edge of orgasm and stop just in time.  Now, THAT'S
power!  Wanna try?"

"Oh, yes!" I heard Bonnie agree, eagerly.

Now Bonnie nestled between my legs and assumed the
position that Judy had demonstrated.  I took a deep
breath and resigned myself to suffer the velvet
torture being administered by these women with as much
dignity as I could muster.  I visualized them,
topless, although I hadn't yet been able to see their
breasts.

Bonnie proceeded to bring me close to orgasm, just as
Judy had.  I heard Judy coaching her in the finer
points of this tease-torture.  Again, just as I felt
my semen beginning to enter my cock, she stopped, took
her hand away from my pulsing cock but firmly gripping
my balls with the other.

"This is amazing," exclaimed Bonnie.  "I've never
imagined having such total control over a man's
orgasm."  Her voice sounded wistful, and I wondered
how dominated she felt in her marriage.

"OK, I think he's ready for the next contest," Judy
said.  "Again, which nipple matches nipple number one?
 You are permitted to lick and suck them this time."

For the next couple of minutes my mouth enjoyed four
nipples, one after the other.  I licked, sucked, and
lightly bit each one, taking them deeply into my
mouth, feeling the texture and firmness of their
breasts, trying to gather evidence about which two
belonged to the same woman.  But my concentration was
interrupted by a feather being lightly brushed up and
down the underside of my throbbing cock, which had
twice been halted on the very brink of spurting.  When
the feather brushed over the super-sensitive spot just
beneath the underside of my helmet, my straining cock
twitched uncontrollably.  I tried to ignore it and
concentrate on the nipple contest, but had great
difficulty.  If I failed this test by guessing wrong,
and was not permitted to see the nipples I had been
sucking, I would be severely disappointed.  But I was
pretty sure I had the right answer.

"OK, Ben, what is your answer?" Judy asked after the
last nipple was removed from my mouth.

"Number four matches number one," I replied
confidently.

"Oh, too bad, Ben," Judy replied, feigning sympathy. 
I guess you won't get to see our breasts.  I'll take
off your blindfold as soon as we put our tops back on.

I was crushed.  I had been sure I was right.  Not to
be allowed to feast my eyes on those four gorgeous
breasts, which were so near but yet so far, was
heartbreaking.

Judy untied my blindfold and slowly removed the towel.
 When I opened my eyes, there was Bonnie, standing
astraddle me, leaning over with hands on her knees,
topless, her stunningly beautiful breasts hanging
above my face, her dark half-dollar-size slightly
puffy nipples staring back at me.

"Just kidding!" laughed the two women.  Bonnie swung
her breasts back and forth for me to watch.  She then
lowered her body, allowing me to suck her nipples and
nuzzle deep into her breasts.  

Bonnie abruptly raised up on her knees, straddling my
chest.  "I bet you would really like to get your hands
on these, wouldn't you, Ben?" Bonnie teased, shaking
them side to side.  "But I won't let you.  You can
look but you cannot touch."  She massaged them
erotically with her own hands, pinching her nipples,
making me wish it was my hands that were massaging
those magnificent mounds.  I could only stare
hungrily.

As Bonnie continued to tease me, Judy returned to
sitting between my legs and stroking my cock.  Again,
she brought me to the edge of orgasm and stopped
abruptly.  My frustration was magnified when Bonnie
again lowered her breasts to my face and let me feed
hungrily on her delicious treats.

I almost could not control the urge to move my hands,
still clasped behind my head, and fondle those
gorgeous hanging mounds.  But, I had agreed to control
myself.  So, I slowly backed down from the brink of
spurting, wondering what was in store for me next at
the hands of these devilish women.

They returned to sitting beside me, alternatively
fondling and gazing at my engorged cock and aching
balls.

I heard Bonnie say softly to Judy, not to me, "I
wonder what it would feel like inside me?"

"I wonder the same thing," Judy answered quietly.  "It
must really fill you up.  I bet it would feel
fantastic"

"I don't want to be unfaithful to Jerry," Bonnie
continued.  "I've never let another man make love to
me, and I can't let that happen now."

". . . hmmm . . ," Judy sounded.  "I wonder if . . ." 
 She didn't continue her question.

"You wonder what?" responded Bonnie, when Judy paused.

"Do you use a vibrator or a dildo when you
masturbate?" Judy continued her thought.

"Uh. . . well, yes," Bonnie answered, shyly and with
some embarrassment about being asked such a personal
question.

Judy continued, "You know, Ben is totally passive and
under our control.  It's not like he would be making
love to you.  There's no romance.  It would be a
totally physical thing, kind of like using a sex toy."


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