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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 Bennie?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 them.

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 r*pe 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 r*pe 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!"

Bennie?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."

"I hadn't thought of it that way," Bonnie murmured. "It wouldn't be really making love at all. Jerry knows I masturbate sometimes, so it would be basically like masturbating. He doesn't mind my doing that. I could just use Ben's horse like I would a dildo!" She was getting excited about this idea, imagining possibilities.

"But if I do it, will you do it too?" Bonnie continued. "I would be too embarrassed masturbating with Ben's cock as my dildo in front of you. I mean, we're best friends and all, but we've never done anything like this before."

"OK, but just as a favor for you!" Judy replied playfully. It was obvious that she wanted to feel my cock inside her, too.

I had been totally silent and motionless during this conversation. The two women looked sideways at me and said, "Maybe we should ask Ben if he minds. After all, we would be using his cock as if it was a sex toy, an impersonal thing."

Bonnie asked the question, "Ben would you mind if we used you that way? Would it be too humiliating for you to have your cock used as if it was just an inanimate object? It's OK if you'd rather not. I will understand."

"I don't mind. In fact, I would enjoy doing it if that would help you satisfy your curiosity about big cocks. I'll be glad to help." Secretly, of course, I could hardly contain my excitement about by cock sliding into these two gorgeous, voluptuous women.

"Ben, you are such a sweetheart!" Bonnie almost teared up with affection. "You're going to make some lucky girl a wonderful husband some day!"

"Oh, but wait. What if he comes inside one of us?" Bonnie added as an afterthought. I wouldn't want that to happen. It would be too intimate. I would feel like I was being unfaithful to Jerry if he had an orgasm inside me. Dildos don't have orgasms."

"I know a way to prevent that," said Judy. I wondered what she had in mind. I wasn't at all sure I could keep from shooting my sperm inside a slick vagina, especially after I'd already been teased into such a state of readiness.

"I'll show you," continued Judy. She again nestled between my legs, spreading them far apart. Her left hand again firmly gripped my balls and her first finger was hooked around the base of my cock. She clenched her hand more tightly than before. Her right hand gripped my rigid shaft.

"Ben, this may hurt you a little, but I think it's the only way to keep you from coming when your cock is inside our vaginas. What I'll do is allow you to barely begin to ejaculate, but stop when the first drop of semen appears. Then I'll grip your balls very tight - not enough to injure you, but enough to stop more semen from coming out. We'll then wait a few minutes for your arousal to subside. After that, your cock will be toughened a little bit, so you'll not be as likely to come when it's inside us. Is it OK for me to go ahead with this?"

The idea of having my orgasm stopped just as it begins was daunting, but also incredibly exciting. "OK," I answered. "If this will help Bonnie, then go ahead. Don't worry about hurting me. Do whatever has to be done."

I sensed that Judy had a better understanding of how I really felt, that this was an experience I was eager to have for my own sake. Of course, if I could help Bonnie with her obsession about big cocks, I was only too glad to oblige. But it wasn't as much of a self-sacrifice as Bonnie thought. Judy and I exchanged knowing glances with sly smiles.

"Bonnie, how about if you hang your breasts over Ben's face to keep him occupied while I perform this operation?" Judy proposed.

Bonnie then knelt above my head, placed her hands on either side of my chest, and positioned herself so her breasts were directly over my face as she was on her hands and knees. My hands remained tightly clasped behind my head. Bonnie allowed me to freely suckle, lick, and nuzzle those glorious breasts, moving them from side to side to accommodate my mouth's futile efforts to take them all in. "Ben, you can feel them with your hands now, but just during the operation." I eagerly began to knead and massage her breasts, feeling their deep softness.

In this position Bonnie was able to see exactly how Judy was "performing the operation" at close range. Her face was over my upper chest, just a foot or so from the monster cock that was being prepared to enter her vagina.

Judy expertly stroked my cock, taking some of the copious pre-cum that was flowing from the tip of my cock and spread it around so her hand slid easily from top to bottom. "Ben," she asked, "do you mind if I lick the pre-cum from the tip of your cock? That way, I'll be able to see more clearly when a drop of semen comes out."

"OK," is all I could mutter. I glanced between Bennie?s breasts to see Judy's lips surround the head of my cock and tightly withdraw, licking it clean. I almost spurted as her lips passed slowly over the rim of my helmet.

"Thanks, Ben. I know that wasn't part of the deal. I might need to do that a few times as I get you close to orgasm."

I didn't need to give further permission. Judy knew I was in heaven.

In only a couple of minutes I again felt semen surging into the base of my penis. Judy gave me one more slow stroke, until she sensed that semen was into my shaft. She then clenched the base of my cock very tightly while gripping and pulling down hard on my balls. At the moment a drop of semen slowly seeped from the tip of my cock, Judy clamped down hard on my balls with her left hand while gripping the base of my cock as hard as she could with her right hand. I groaned in sweet agony.

The combination of pleasure and pain was excruciating and exhilarating. At that moment I happened to have one of Bennie?s nipples sucked deeply into my mouth, and I reflexively clamped down hard on it cushioning my teeth with my lips. Bonnie groaned deeply, but did not try to pull her nipple out of my mouth. I relaxed my jaw, not wanting to hurt her. "No, keep doing that," she whispered to me, hoarsely. "Bite me, hard." So I did, biting down hard. It was then I realized that she was having an orgasm.

Judy kept her motionless grip on my genitals for a minute or more, while on my cock with her eyes - after all, both her hands were busy holding my balls and base of my cock in a vise grip.

"What does it taste like?" Bonnie replied, more than a little interested. "I've never done that. But I've been curious."

"Kind of salty," Judy answered. "You might like it."

Bonnie moved forward on all fours until her face was directly above the tip of my cock. In this position, her crotch was directly above my face, and I could see her drenched bikini bottoms inches above me.

"If I put my mouth on his cock, won't that make him finish his orgasm?" Bonnie asked Judy.

"No, it's been long enough since I interrupted his ejaculation that you can lick it off. Go ahead."

Bonnie lowered her head and tentatively stuck out her tongue to taste my semen. After a moment to reflect on the sensation she took my entire head into her mouth. She tightened her lips and withdrew, wiping me clean. Then she repeated that motion four or five times, seeming to be exploring how my turgid head felt as her tightened lips passed over the rim of my helmet. I was beginning to get that feeling of impending orgasm again, despite the tight and still-painful grip that Judy was maintaining on my balls.

"I think he's cleaned off enough" chuckled Judy. Bonnie chuckled back, acknowledging that she had gotten a bit over-involved in cleaning the semen off my cock.

My cock remained completely hard, although, just as Judy had predicted, the urgency of orgasm had subsided. It felt a little anesthetized, which was just what these two women wanted before beginning to use my cock as their dildo.

"The operation is complete," Judy said with a humorous tone. "The dildo is ready. Would you like to go first?"

"No, I'd rather you did," Bonnie answered. "I'm still a little nervous about this. Maybe if I watch you, I'll be more comfortable."

"OK, I'll be the sacrificial lamb," Judy continued, obviously not opposed to being the first to impale herself on my eleven inch rod. "Guess we have to get totally naked for this," she remarked as she stood up and removed her bikini bottom. Bonnie joined her in taking off her remaining bit of clothing.

Both women were now completely nude, standing over me. I appreciated how beautiful their bodies were, how fit, tummies flat. Judy had had one child, my friend Mike. Bonnie had never had a baby. Her breasts were as large as Judy's, but more firm. On her petite frame and slender torso, they were magnificent. Either one could have been a Playboy centerfold.

Judy straddled me on all fours, positioning my eager cock at the opening of her pussy. She slowly moved her body down. I could feel the warmth of her labia as the tip of my cock touched her sex. Without using her hand to guide me in, she very slowly moved down, rocking slowly forward and backward, letting my cock gradually enter her wet pussy, inch by agonizingly slow inch. Her eyes were closed and her face in intense concentration as I watched her breasts sway slowly over me.

When my cock was about 3 or 4 inches inside her, I reflexively thrust my pelvis slightly, my body wanting desperately to push in deeper. Judy quickly opened her eyes and looked into mine, saying, "Remember, you be still."

Her instruction was firm and matter-of-fact, although I could hear sympathy in her voice. I softly whispered "OK", recommitting myself to being completely self-controlled. Her instruction reminded me that my role was to simply be a dildo for the two women to experience, especially Bonnie, whose time was coming.

After several minutes of slow entry I felt my cock hit bottom. Its head was pressing against her cervix. It couldn't go any further. About three inches of my length remained outside her body. Judy then moved her torso up to a vertical position so she was standing on her knees, and being partially supported by my cock. She then moved both hands to her labia and began to rub her clitoris lightly and slowly at first, then more rapidly and vigorously.

Her eyes were closed as she become more and more aroused. Her full, flowing breasts jiggled and swayed as her rapidly moving arms shoved them around. I watched the spectacle before me: A few inches of my cock protruding from her vagina, her breasts moving in broad swings across her chest, her eyes closed, her face in rapture, masturbating herself by hand. It was beautiful.

Soon, she erupted in a powerful orgasm, trying to stifle her sounds because, after all, we were in her back yard and there were neighbors. I could feel her vagina spasm as her climax came. She gradually relaxed and returned to an all-fours position.

She lay with her chest down on mine, relaxed, breasts flattened against my chest, my hard throbbing cock still filling her up. She lay quietly a couple minutes before moving again. I stayed still except to flex my Kegel muscle a couple of times, making my cock expand its girth for just a moment. In response to each of my flexes, her body tensed momentarily in pleasure. She said nothing.

Meanwhile, Bonnie was watching with rapt attention. I don't know if she had ever witnessed another woman having an orgasm, but she certainly found it exciting. As Judy was becoming aroused, Bonnie began to touch herself and also began making the telltale sounds of a woman nearing her climax.

She was sitting cross-legged beside me, leaning back slightly, supporting her weight on one outstretched arm while the other hand was stimulating herself. She watched with total concentration as her friend stimulated herself. Just moments after Judy's orgasm erupted, Bonnie also had one. They were simultaneous. The sounds of two women having orgasms at the same time nearly put me over the top.

In a few moments, Judy moved off me and to my side, sat back, resting on outstretched arms behind her, legs widely crossed, her pussy presented openly for me to see without a hint of shyness, clearly relaxed and happy.

"Well, I guess it's your turn, now," she said warmly to her friend. "But do you still feel like it? If I'm not mistaken, you got yourself off."

"I can have many," replied Bonnie with a shy grin. Evidently, she was one of those fortunate multi-orgasmic women.

"Here, let me clean him off for you first," Judy said as she sat up and approached my cock. "They are my juices, so it seems only the proper thing to do to get the dildo ready for you to use."

With that, she took my cock deep into her mouth, licking, sucking, and wiping her wetness from it as far down as she could reach. I felt the back of her throat and wondered how she didn't gag. Then she took my shaft gently in her hand and licked and cleaned it down to the base. Bonnie watched her do fellatio, entranced.

Although I was completely hard, even the stimulation of her mouth did not bring me close to orgasm. Her "operation" of drawing a drop of two of semen was effective in anesthetizing my cock so that I wouldn't come inside her. Of course, she had sat upright and not slid me in and out very much. Bennie?s turn was next.

Bonnie then positioned herself as Judy had, on all fours, delicious breasts hanging over my body, as she began to move her body down toward my waiting cock. Her labia felt hot when we touched. I wondered whether she would be able to take me in, since she had not had children and her husband had a much smaller cock than the one that was about to enter her.

Indeed, my entry into her private space was much more deliberate than when Judy did it, rocking forward and backward, very slowly taking me in only a fraction of an inch at a time. I resolved to remain complete motionless, stifling my impulses to thrust into her. I understood, despite my selfish pleasure, that this was a very significant emotional event in Bennie?s life, and I took my responsibility seriously.

After maybe twenty minutes, Bonnie successfully got her tight pussy completely around my cock, although again about four inches of me remained outside. I imagined that no other penis had ever pressed against her cervix. I felt honored.

Bonnie seemed to prefer more in-and-out motion than Judy did. Or, maybe she was just less aware of the consequences of the greater stimulation of my penis. She rocked slowly to and fro. In this way she had at least five or six more orgasms, judging from the clenching of her face, the spasms in her vagina, and the sounds she was trying to stifle.

This was so stimulating to me that I could feel an orgasm beginning to form. I desperately wanted to come, but I even more desperately wanted to not violate the trust that Bonnie had placed in me. Nevertheless, as she continued to move so my cock slid in and out of her slick vagina, I knew I was approaching a crisis.

"I'm getting too close," I whispered. "You'd better stop." Bonnie stopped moving immediately, her vagina still tightly gripping my throbbing cock.

"Should I get off?" she asked, not having enough experience with sex to know what to do.

Judy was watching attentively. "Try holding completely still for a minute or two," she advised Bonnie. Keep totally motionless and his orgasm might subside. Sliding him out now might put him over the edge."

Bonnie stopped. We looked into each other's eyes, she watching me for signs of unstoppable orgasm, I watching her with a delicious combination of raw animal lust and warm human affection. Her beauty warmed me.

We held that motionless position for perhaps a minute, my cock at its maximum fullness, trying not to twitch inside her delicious vagina for fear of exploding.

When the crisis abated a bit, I flexed my Kegel muscle. Bonnie gasped quietly as she felt the quick swelling of my cock fill her space even more fully. I flexed again. She gasped again. Then she flexed her Kegel, and I felt her tightness even more. We played with each other several times more.

Eventually, the crisis of my imminent orgasm was averted. "OK, I think it's safe now," I said. "But much more motion would make it happen again."

"Well, I suppose I've had enough orgasms for one day," Bonnie said, self-consciously. "It's been absolutely wonderful, more than I had even imagined. Thank you." Her eyes moistened with emotion.

Judy spoke up. "Well, Ben, everyone has had a turn except you. Are you ready for your orgasm? I think you've earned it!"

"I'll say," I replied. "I'm more than ready."

"Bonnie, would you like to do the honors?" Judy continued to be our leader.

"OK, I think I know what to do. But first, I should clean up the mess I've made, like you did," smiling at Judy.

Bonnie slowly withdrew my cock from her vagina and moved her body back so she was sitting astride my legs. She then lowered her head, held my cock upright with one hand and took it into her mouth. She licked, sucked, and wiped it as far down as her mouth was deep, as she had watched Judy do. When she gagged slightly, she said, "Oops, I guess I'm not deep throat!" and then proceeded to lick the shaft down to the base.

When she felt she had cleaned me off well enough, she said, "You know, I kind of liked the taste of your semen. Do you mind if I taste some more?" Obviously, I would not object, so I just smiled.

Bonnie moved her torso up, her still-warm pussy pressed against the base of my cock, so that my eleven inch shaft protruded from between her slim legs, as if it were her own. She started to pump my cock, gripped tightly with both hands, increasing speed, her body bouncing up and down as she pumped. This caused her breasts to be pushed and shoved wildly around her chest. The sight was unbearably erotic.

"So this is how guys jack off." She said to no one in particular. "I think I'd like being a guy - especially if I had a huge cock like this."

I felt my orgasm approaching the point of no return. "I'm getting really close," I said through clenched teeth. "What do you want to do about it?"

"This," she said, moving her body back down my legs so she could again put her mouth on my cock. On all fours, and my cock in her mouth, she looked up at my face. We gazed into each other's eyes as she massaged the head of my cock with her tongue. The stimulation of her tongue alone put me over the edge. I tried to keep watching her watching me as the first load of semen spurted into her mouth. She lost eye-contact with me for just a moment as she struggled to take in all I was giving her.

My orgasm arrived with powerful force. My body convulsed with spurt after spurt of hot semen, shooting into Bonnie's mouth. Keeping our gaze, she began using one hand to slowly stroke my shaft as my ejaculation continued, but keeping her mouth tightly attached to the head of my cock.

She stayed on me, avoiding being thrown off by my involuntary bucking movements, her lips firmly clamped around the head of my cock as she continued to pump the final drops of semen into her mouth. The volume of my semen was much more than she could hold or swallow, so it leaked out around her lips. She continued to look into my eyes throughout my orgasm.

When she sensed that I was finished, she licked all the semen that had spilled down the shaft of my cock and drank it in, caressing my spent organ tenderly. Only then did she break our gaze.

Finally, she moved to my other side, sitting back like Judy had been all along, watching. I finally moved my hands from behind my head, my arms stiff from such a long period of immobility. We all were silent for several minutes.

Judy looked at her friend. "Well, Bonnie, does that satisfy your curiosity?"

"Yes" Bonnie answered. "At least for awhile."