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“
Me either. I thought
about it, but never done it.”

She takes that huge bottle of lube, opens
her legs wide and long like a dancer doing the splits and pushes
the bottle's pourer into her pussy.

“
I get dry, but I like to
take it for a long time. It's nicer with the lube.”

We nod and say, “Yes, Ma'am.” I don't think
either of us have ever seen anything this wild and kinky in our
lives as Mrs. Henderson with her legs open and some of that goo
coming out.

The bottle comes out and she strains. Lube
pours out and she smooths that small puddle of it into a wet pile
over her pussy lips.

Then she lifts up real high and wraps her
legs up.

“
Hold them will you, Jack.
I'm not so young.”

He comes around and does. His eyes are on
what's she's about to do.

I get the full show.

The pourer slides into her ass.

Lube globs in long and slow.

It's pulled out.

Lube globs out and dribbles down to the
table. It creates a sparkling puddle.

“
Come and get under me
Jack. You'll need to keep things open so that Lawrence can stick
his dick in my ass.”

Stick his dick in my
ass.
The ladies of the world can sure
shock a man sometimes with the words they say.
Cunt, ass, pussy,
those words from
an older woman are arousing. This filth is beyond that. I can
barely thing straight. It's like the world is closing in on me as
Jack gets under and slips his dick in her pussy real
easy.

I come forward, trembling – actually
trembling – and push my dick into her ass. It's not tight. That too
is a shock given that I thought she was some mild mannered house
wife and not this crazy nympho sent to give us the time of our
lives tonight straight from heaven.

It's warm, wet and wanting. Her body shifts.
There are grunts and groans. Then things start churning. I've never
actually felt another man's dick touch my dick, but, through the
wall of her pussy, I feel it. We connect in a non-homo way at that
time. Man and man fucking one hell of a dime.

Bang, bang, bang. My hips work the
tempo.

So many times does she draw me to the edge
of cumming to only stop and lie still and relax and take away the
friction that her gentle rocking motions create. I get addicted to
her movements. They are like some kind of weird drug that lulls me
into this wondrous place called orgasm, but won't let me bang down
the door.

I start to boil.

“
It's hot,” I keep
saying.

No one is listening. Jack isn't much better
than me.

Then she takes us out. She lies flat on her
back and she takes our dicks. I stand there with my dick being
thumped on. I don't even know where I am. All I know is Mrs.
Henderson has finally allowed me to cum. It is at the exact same
time as Jack.

Our streams cross. We coat her tits and her
stomach. There's so much and it keeps coming. I bite my lip in pain
when I shoot dry the last few times, but it isn't bad. This has to
be hands down the best orgasm I've had from a woman's hand.

She lets our dicks drop. We watch her. It's
like the world is different now. Like somehow we lost something and
gained something in this time. I don't know what it is that I might
have lost, but it's different now. Things are different.

“
I think you two should
go. I'll need to clean everything up before my husband gets
home.”

We nod. It's not hard. We pull up our jeans
and pull down our t-shirts and stumble to the door.

“
I don't think I'm ever
going to fuck that good again in my life,” Jack murmurs.

And I know it then. You can take a man's
virginity; you can take his heart; you can take a lot from him; but
when a man knows that the best sexual experience of his life has
come and gone, that's something else entirely.

“
I'm glad I did it,” I say
when I get to the door. I'm so out of it that I don't know what I'm
saying.

At the door we find a huge older man with
graying hair and a wolfish smile.

“
Shit!”

“
Fuck!”

It's Mr. Herbert Henderson and I can tell by
his eyes that he saw it all.

“
Fucked her real good,
boys,” he says cheerfully.

“
Sir! I'm so sorry
about...”

He puts up a hand. We are silent.

“
Don't be silly. I'm into
watching. You put on a good show.”

He slips through the door and turns. Both of
us stare. Neither of us saw that he had his dick out, but now we
do. It's fucking humongous – biggest I ever seen.

“
I should go finish off
the good lady, but can we have you back tomorrow at 8pm? I believe
something else needs painting and I do like to watch.”

He turns a little then stops.

“
Oh, and a word of
warning. If you think what just happened was crazy then you might
want to stop where you are. Chances are, in this town at least, you
are going to find more than a few of these older ladies aren't what
they seem.” He grins very widely as a hand strays out from behind
him and reaches down to stroke his absolutely insane cock as he
speaks to us. “Just a thought.”

He closes the door and I stand there with
Jack and stare. Soon the sounds of some rather violent sex happens
on the other side.

“
This is awesome,” I
whisper.

Jack nods.

An older woman took our hope for anything
better away. Yet an older, wiser, man gave us it back. The ladies
of this town... They have it coming. I'm a convert. Older is really
better.

We leave them to their fun and say our
goodbyes.

I whistle as I walk.

The world never seemed finer. Not one little
bit.

Big
Mass

Big Down There Series
4,
Book 1

The men stroll around like roosters
preparing to fight. I watch them and wonder - just what is on their
minds?

This is the gym. It's not one of those
standard aerobics centers, but a fancy upmarket place for guys who
lift huge weights.

One of them comes over and asks me for a
date. I swiftly refuse him and move on with my work as a
receptionist at the gym. All of these guys, as far as I know, are
shooting up massive quantities of illegal chemicals. It's the only
way that they can get as big as they do and get the money that
professional body building pays.

"You interested in..."

I put up a hand. He stops talking and I
point to the weights area.

As I was saying, they are up to their
eyeballs in hormones. That means they want to have sex 24 hours a
day, 7 days a week, even skipping a workout now and then to do
their business.

Of course, I am well aware of this. My boss,
who is also a muscle head, told me about it on the first day here
about 7 months ago. I asked him why the advertisement said
'beautiful people may not apply' and he explained. It took a few
days on the job to get what he really meant at the time, but now it
is crystal clear: The guys can barely think when I'm around. It
means that I have to work to look intentionally less 'feminine'
than I really am.

Surprisingly, that isn't so bad though.
While other women are dressing up to go to work, I can roll out of
bed with no make up, throw on a gym shirt and tracksuit pants,
which are too big for my slim frame, and tie my hair back like I'm
about to clean a sink or something and go to work. Sometimes, I'll
admit, I don't even shower before leaving the house. It doesn't
stop the guys from asking me out (a testament to how much juice
they are doing, I feel).

I glance in the MASSIVE mirror that lines
the wall beside the door. I don't look special. That's what I think
when I see myself staring back. No one would know that I have a bit
of a body going on. It's all for the good, I suppose. Looking less
attractive makes my job easier and that's the trick to keeping sane
in a place like this (considering that I get asked if I want to go
on a date every 30 minutes - even looking like I do right now.)

"You want to go on a date?"

I put my middle finger out, but the guy
asking just laughs.

"Such a rude one," he says.

I glance over. Ed is not like the other
guys. He's half their size for starters, but his proportion and
level of ripped muscle is the envy of all. The man also isn't
juicing. I can tell because he doesn't spend any time hiding in the
toilets injecting himself up to the eyeballs with various illegal,
experimental substances like everyone else does.

"Stop teasing," I tell him. "I'm try to
balance today's payments."

He glances over my work.

"Do I owe you any money?"

I check.

"Not this week," I reply with a sternness
that indicates he should be paying on time more often.

"That's good. I am broke right now."

"Really? What did you get up to this
time?"

Ed, just to clarify, is stinking rich, but
has a bad habit of throwing away massive amounts of money on
trivial things at a whim. He has a spending problem in my opinion,
but, being a woman who likes to shop, I can relate to that quite
well.

"I bet on a horse."

"A horse? You were gambling?"

He winks at me.

"Yes, but it's not like you think. I didn't
go down the races and throw away a brick of cash."

"Then what happened?"

Ed explains it. I can't stop from staring at
him in shock as he does. Apparently, he visited one of his friends'
farm and bet that a particular stallion, one with erectile
problems, would be able to mate with a certain feisty mare given
the right encouragement.

"You feed a horse penis pills," I state.

"They were animal tested. I figured that the
thing wouldn't mind it."

"So how does this end? Did he do it?"

Ed flicks a pen around on the desk for a
little. I sense something rather enlightening is coming.

"He died."

"Died? You killed him?"

The big man puts his hands up.

"He was old, good stock, but old. It was
after he, ah, you know..."

"He came?"

"Yes, after that he fell over flat and we
found he was dead."

I stare.

"He died during sex?"

"As all men should."

We watch each other.

"Are you kidding?"

"No. That really happened."

"Then why did you lose the money?"

Ed shrugs.

"Someone had to pay for the dead horse. He
was quite tasty."

"YOU ATE HIM?"

"I needed some protein. Horse meat tastes
really-."

I put a hand up.

"Stop right there. I think I have heard
enough."

Ed gives me a grin.

"Offended?"

I shake my head.

"No, shocked. I can't believe you ate
him."

"The meat was very tender - relaxed. He died
well."

"I bet."

"Do you want ---?"

I look to the newcomer.

"Seriously. Not now. I'm still processing
the death by ejaculation to lunch cycle of Ed's story."

The builder looks confused and holds up a
tray of donuts.

"I thought you might want one."

I look at them and back up to the man.

"Ok, but no date."

He looks dejected. They always try to buy me
off with the trashy food that they scoff down. When I look back to
Ed he is gone - already talking to one of the other guys in the gym
area. That man... I don't know what to make of him. Somehow that is
one of his most attractive qualities.

"So, how about it?"

I put my pen down.

"What?"

"That date?"

Ed stands there looking amused. Is he
teasing me?

"You know I am going to say no."

"Maybe, but I thought the horse story might
have got you interested."

"Are you serious? I can't tell if you are
kidding or not."

He grins. The man has lovely white
teeth.

"What if I was serious this time? It's about
time that I tried my luck."

"What if I said no to your serious
attempt?"

Ed watches me. Damn him, I think he might
actually mean it.

"Are you joking?"

"You asked that."

"Ask me again."

"Will you go out with me?"

"And you are 100% serious?"

"Yes."

He stops smiling. I gulp. His eyes are
alight with something that I don't understand. They make my heart
beat just that little bit faster.

"Um..."

"Yes or no," he offers.

I stare. What to do? I like Ed. He has an
amazing body, great sense of humor and is attractive in a big but
well rounded way. I also don't think that he is high or anything,
which means his offer is sincere.

"I don't usually date older guys..."

"I'm 40. That's not old."

"I'm 24. You were 16 when I was 1."

"True. So?"

"No..." He smiles sadly and turns to leave
without another word. "Ah, hold on, um... shit... Are you
serious?"

"100%."

"Damn it. Alright. Pick me up at 9pm around
the corner. It would be bad if the other guys saw."

Ed nods and throws his gym bag over his
shoulder.

"See you then."

He walks out. I stare. Ed SERIOUSLY asked me
out and I said yes. This is unprecedented. I think I might have
post traumatic stress syndrome because I am feeling pretty
weird.

"Would you like...?"

I jerk out of my contemplation.

"No."

I only had one yes in me and I just gave it.
Looks like Ed chose his timing just right. What am I going to
wear?