Eleven-and-a-half: A Fantasy Of Great Length by Ray Wilder

Chapter 35: Chris

This is a work of fiction. All the characters, events and locations
portrayed in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons,
events or locations is purely coincidental.

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	She was so filled with joy. She had never felt this much love and
warmth come from a lover. He was amazing. She had to keep warning herself
about these post-coital infatuations. But it was hard when the coital she
was post-ing had been with this huge, muscular stud with eyes that could
melt steel, a heart that could melt steel and a cock that was steel. She
had been so filled. How did he do that? No pain. No bruised cervix. No
'Ouch, ooh, don't touch me there, please's. He had been. . . too much in
all the right places. It was like being made love to by a mountain. And now
she was going to be able to be with him whenever she wanted.
	After he had carried her to the balcony and announced his joy to
everyone in earshot he had dug through his tool box and gotten a huge
screwdriver out. He was currently disassembling the ugly green divider that
separated his balcony from hers. After tonight she could wander over and
have him filling her with that big, beautiful cock of his anytime she
wanted to.
	Except tomorrow night. She looked to the other side of Arnold's
balcony and saw the divider that separated him for Patty. In all likelihood
that one would be gone by tomorrow night. How could she compete with her?
With a body like Patty had, how could he be interested in her own smooth,
pliant curves? Even she had harbored fantasies of climbing in the sack with
Patty.
	He was removing the divider, however. This didn't seem like a
temporary measure.
	As he worked he seemed focused on something far removed from the
task at hand. Not that he was regretting his actions. There seemed to be
something on his mind that felt like the next thing on the agenda. Chris
started dreaming up all kinds of terrible scenarios. He was going to die in
six months. He had a wife and two wonderful kids out in the valley. There
was someone else in his life and he carried a torch for her always. This
was the one she dreaded most. How could you fight it? You always dream
someone will do it for you and then you come across someone doing it for
someone else and you feel like such a shit.
	But there was something about Arnold's actions that gave this
thing, whatever it was, a very non-fatal air. Whatever it was, it was
important. To him. And she trusted he would not let it affect their
relationship. She was sure. So sure she almost stopped him from taking
apart the wall and made him tell her right then. She controlled the
urge. She could be wrong. She'd wait.
	The screws that held the panel in place were old and rusted. Arnold
sprayed some lubricant on them and let them set awhile to soak. He then
brought two large pillows out onto the balcony and sat himself before the
small Japanese garden. His massive body folded itself into lotus, his huge
cock amusingly laying over his crossed feet like a pet snake taking a
nap. Chris joined him on the other pillow and tried to track his gaze as he
studied the formation before him.
	A small bonsai fir occupied the top, its miniature, tentacled roots
clasping the rock; holding on for dear life. Small and large pockmarks on
the surface of the rock, remains of air bubbles in the lava, contained dirt
and small clumps of moss, ferns and other vegetation. Arnold's eyes
traveled over the surface of the small garden, studying it. What was he
searching for? Or was it there and he was just appreciating it? She
thought, again, of the eclectic line-up of books in the living room. She
would never be able to know this man simply by watching his eyes. Although
it was probably a good start.
	"What's there?"
	"A garden. A world. Order. Life. Dedication. This garden is over
seventy-five years old. More than seventy-five years ago someone placed
that tree on the top of this rock and planted those plants. Someone has
cared for it ever since. The woman who started it was imprisoned in a
detention camp because she was Japanese. She died there. As did one of her
children. When the family was finally released they returned to their
home. This garden was still alive. One of her grandchildren gave it to
Mr. Ridell, my high school gym teacher and mentor, because he had watched
over their property while they were incarcerated, tending the garden,
keeping people from destroying their home. When he died, it was given to
me."
	"Your mentor?"
	"Mr. Ridell taught me about body building. He taught me to see my
own worth. And he got me started on this sex thing."
	"Sex thing?"
	"Yeah. You probably noticed that sex with me is a bit more intense
than with most people."
	"That was rhetorical, I take it ."
	"Pretty much. Just giving you the opportunity to respond, should
you so desire."
	"Is there any particular kind of response you might be looking
for?"
	"Glowing praise and vows of undying devotion are always
appreciated."
	"Go fishing elsewhere. Seventy-three multiple orgasms and passing
out isn't enough, huh?"
	"I suppose you could have been faking."
	"I was too busy dealing with that gorgeous cock of yours to bother
with faking it. So tell me about this 'sex thing'. Do you get your jollies
making women so spoiled they'll never have an orgasm with another man for
as long as they live?"
	"Actually, if I do it right, my lovers always have orgasms with
whoever they have sex with for the rest of their lives."
	"Ah, excuse me, but I couldn't help noticing the use of a
non-gender specific pronoun back there. I take it you're not picky."
	"You do yourself a great injustice. I am very picky. Gender just
doesn't happen to be one of the requirements."
	"Never?"
	"Only when there's another person involved. If they're not
interested in a certain match-up, or another match-up at all, then I guess
it's important. But for me, no."
	 "Does this have something to do with Mr. Ridell?"
	"Pretty much everything I do in my life is somehow connected with
him. I never had any kind of guidance from my parents. In fact they were
just as happy if I left them alone and stopped asking all those stupid
questions. Mr. Ridell answered a lot of questions and showed me a whole
slew of questions I didn't know I was supposed to ask."
	"Is he the one who taught you about sex with men?"
	"He's the one who told me about it. I sort of found out on my own."
	"Was he gay?"
	"I don't know. I never actually had sex with him. He sure did like
my penis, though. Used to stand outside the gym shower and get me to
jerk-off after working out every day. I suspect he had ulterior motives for
that, though."
	"Ulterior to wanting to see you work your rather sizable
organ. Altruistic ones, no doubt."
	"Actually, yes. I've always had quite a healthy appetite for
orgasms. I think his getting me to cum at least once a day was his way of
keeping me from sowing my oats in other fields and getting myself tied down
before I was ready. He also had certain ideas about how I should be
initiated."
	"Initiated? What'd he do? Have a ceremony for you?"
	"Yes."
	"You're joking?"
	"I am absolutely serious. And so was he. He made sure I was a
virgin until I graduated from high school. And then he made sure I had the
best possible lover to take me into my adulthood."
	"A woman?"
	"Yes."
	"Something tells me I know what's coming next."
	"Sam. Samantha."
	"Oh, my God. I don't know whether to scream, cry, jump over the
railing and end it all right now or just sit back and laugh at the irony of
it all."
	"There is another choice."
	"Nothing that remotely comes to mind."
	"How about a feeling of joy and even a little touch of
gratitude. Sam showed me what I can do. She shared herself so deeply with
me that we bonded that afternoon. I haven't seen her since, but everything
that we did here this evening, every one of those seventy-three multiple
orgasms you enjoyed, are all because of Sam. I know I am an unusually good
lover. I'm told it enough. So unless everyone is lying to me to make me
feel good, there must be something really special about the way I make
love. And the only thing I can attribute it to is Sam."
	"Why did you never see her again?"
	"She and Mr. Ridell realized if I had become attached to her I
would never have gotten out and seen the rest of the world, done all the
things I've done, been with all the people I've been with. There are a lot
of people running around today who I've had the pleasure of sharing sex
with. It would have been very easy, easy for both of us, to bond to each
other and spend the next sixty five years between the sheets popping our
corks until they found a couple of very happy corpses locked in each
other's arms."
	"Does that mean never?"
	"Nope. I've lost track of her. At least I thought I did. I had
to. It was the only way to keep away from her. She was my first, and I
think she was the best. Because she was the first."
	"If you weren't so serious about this I'd swear you were just
trying to prevent me from getting a swelled head."
	"I'm sorry, Chris. It's true. You're not my first. I wasn't a
virgin when you walked into this apartment and set out to seduce me."
	"I seduced you? Ha. You've got a lot of cheek. What do you call
standing out on the landing with this," she reached over and playful
grabbed his huge organ, stretching it, bouncing it in the palm of her hand,
"hanging out for just anyone to photograph through just any peephole?"
	"Accidents do happen, you know."
	"And happily so." Chris bent over and pressed her lips to the huge
head. Her tongue flicked back and forth across the surface of it. Arnold
closed his eyes and a rumbling hum vibrated from his chest. The massive
shaft stirred and began to stiffen. She took the head into her mouth to
suck and lick it. He began to massage her back, running his hands up and
down its length. As her mouth became more insistent he pressed harder and
firmer into her back. The huge cock extended to its full length, its full
thickness. She could tell that his erection was becoming deliciously
painful. She bit and chewed, nipped and scraped.
	Arnold straightened his back, then, with agonizing slowness, began
to lean back. His thick, steel-hard abdominals flexed and bunched as he
lowered his back to the floor until he was arched over the cushion he was
on, his legs still in the lotus position. His massive erection was pulled
into the vertical position and Chris moved with it until she was kneeling
over him. As she sucked on the huge cock she drank in the sight before
her. The phenomenal length of his penis, the massive, ridged flatness of
his stomach, the two immense mounds of his pectorals with the rock hard
nipple capping each one. The arms, huge, thick, powerful, even in their
relatively relaxed state, thrown over the top of his head. Each bicep's
mass reminding her of her recently realized fantasy. Her cunt began to
throb with the memory of that huge mound of flesh pressed hard against her
clit. Ooh, she was getting so wet.
	And his face. There was no other way to describe him. He was
beautiful. Every feature was finely chiseled, the parts all came together
in such a masterful assemblage of symmetry and coordination that her eyes
scanned back and forth amongst all the various aspects of his beauty,
unable to rest for a moment upon any one. His eyes were closed, but she
knew what lay just beneath those long-lashed eyelids. Crystal clear,
steel-blue, deep, seeing, smiling, knowing, delving, penetrating eyes that
had sent her juices flowing the moment she had seen him at his apartment
door.
	She could feel her clit as it became inflamed and began to press
out through her quickly swelling cunt lips. It cried for attention. She
moved around and straddled his knee, pressing her tiny, swollen erection
against him. Her hunger for his cock became more desperate. She began
taking more and more of its amazing length into her mouth. It filled her,
stretching her lips. She clamped them around the thick, hot shaft and
sucked hard.
	Arnold's moaning became louder, more vociferous. His powerful hips
began to pump, raising his pelvis off the cushion as he attempted to match
Chris's motion with one that would drive his huge cock deeper into her
hungering mouth.
	Chris could stand it no longer. Her throbbing genitals craved
attention. She abandoned her oral attentions to his monumental structure of
flesh and brought the cushion she was kneeling on around to Arnold's
head. Arnold flexed his abdomen once again to raise his head for her. His
stomach muscles leaped into full relief again causing Chris to moan at the
sight. Her cunt began to gush. She frantically straddled his head, pressing
her now-inflamed cunt lips down onto his face. He immediately sought out
her clit and began to vigorously suck on it. She moaned. She almost
screamed. She threw her head back and grabbed her full, melon-shaped
breasts in her hands and began to squeeze and fondle them, pulling and
pinching the nipples until they were so hard they felt as though they would
explode. Arnold's tongue drove hard against her clit, sending her
soaring. She mashed her cunt down hard against his face and then grabbed
the huge cock that lay before her across his muscular abdominal plain. She
aimed the head directly towards her mouth, opened her throat and dove down
on its length until it was implanted deep within her.
	She had never taken a cock all the way into her throat before. It
wasn't until she had done it that she realized what had happened. She
waited for the gagging to begin. It didn't. She was so busy sucking on this
wonderful man's cock, so turned on by his tongue and lips as they attacked
her genitals, so hot to bring him and herself to orgasm that her throat had
opened and accepted its fate without a second thought.
	A muffled "Oh, fuck." came from somewhere between her legs and
Arnold's ministrations doubled in their fervor. Chris's lunges picked up
speed. She dove down onto the shaft again and again, releasing it
momentarily to exhale and drink in another gulp of air. As she did she
would lick and suck the lower portions of the shaft, rubbing it against her
cheek like a cat against its owners leg. Then down on the length of flesh
again. Her hands clasped the base of it and encircled his heavy balls. She
squeezed them, cupped them, lifted them and licked them each time she came
up for air. Each was a mouthful. As she would take one or another into her
mouth Arnold would press his mouth harder and harder against her. The fire
within her clit became white-hot. It quickly expanded and filled her loins
and spread up through her abdomen and down her thighs. Her rectum began to
tingle and burn. She wished he would drive a finger up inside. . .
	"Oh." How did he. . . oh, yes. She squirmed her ass back against
the intrusive digit. The burning, melting feeling was now wildfire running
rampant through her body as every nerve began to hum violently. The cock in
her mouth became thicker; her need to devour it more insatiable. Faster and
faster her head flew up and down the massive shaft. Arnold's stifled cries
spoke of his own increasing desperation. His hips slammed up against her
mouth, the muscles of his abdomen flexing repeatedly. Her rock-hard nipples
pressed roughly against him with each downward motion of her body.
	Again.
	Again.
	Again.
	Each penetration of her throat was deep and thorough. Their level
of activity grew to a furious pace, driving on and on. The huge head of his
cock pressed hard down her throat and she thought her stomach was going to
cum. She could feel the flare of the head as it traveled within her. It
began to leak seminal fluid and she held it in her mouth so that she could
taste the delicious, salty flavor of it. Her hands flew along the exposed
shaft. It thickened, grew dangerously dark. His intrusive finger burrowed
to the last knuckle and squirmed within her. His lips locked around her
long, aching clit and his tongue flicked rapidly back and forth across
it. She was going to be really pissed off if she passed out before this
one. Her mind spun, her hips ground down against his attacking mouth and
finger, her head rose and dove with breakneck speed. Her fire went critical
and suddenly her genitals expanded to fill her entire being. They continued
to expand and filled everything that she knew existed. They continued to
expand until there was no discerning the extent of them and then they
exploded. Huge waves of sensation plowed through her body. Arnold's cock
drove itself deep into her throat and his huge balls unloaded their pent up
fury within her. His tongue was vibrating furiously across her clit and the
climaxes would not stop. Vicious orgasmic contractions wracked her body and
she had to focus heavily to get herself to pull off that wonderful shaft of
manflesh buried deep in her throat to get some oxygen. She lifted her head,
gulped in a lung-full of air and the massive cock shot a volley of cum up
and onto her chest.
	She wanted this man, this body, this cock so much. Her gushing cunt
ground down hard against his face, driving his attack on even more. Again
and again her body convulsed as each contact of his tongue and her clit
wracked her body anew. She held the hard cock and rubbed her hands up and
down the pole. Small puddles of fluid formed in the slit and she dove
forward and lapped each one up as it appeared. Then just before his
attentions became too much, he stopped. His worming finger slowly slipped
from her ass and his lips placed one last, tender kiss on the lips of her
vagina. She collapsed forward and curled up in his lap around the slowly
deflating penis. She was amazed to find that the truest, most fulfilling
expression of her feelings right now would be to fuck this man's cock. She
could not get enough of it. She toyed and played with it, flopping it back
and forth on his stomach. The heavy thud it made as it landed on him made
her cunt quiver. She could die from this. Happily.
	Chris sighed and then moved around until she was lying next to
him. His eyes were closed, his breathing unusually regular. The expression
on his face told of a high brain activity. She wondered if she had forced
herself on him. He looked unsettled for a moment. And then his expression
relaxed, his hands, which had been tensed, fell loosely to his sides. He
wriggled his fingers and toes to release tension and then heaved a huge
sigh.
	She had waited for him to give a sign. Everything seemed to be okay
now, but she wondered what cusp he had just passed. His deep breaths
brought his huge pecs to her notice. She toyed and flicked and encircled
with her fingernail the nipple closest to her. It responded. Was he
insatiable? She guessed with a cock like his and a body that was so used to
physical activity his hunger for stimuli would be pretty big as well. She
leaned over and kissed the nipple. He moaned. She sucked it. He flexed his
pecs and they swelled before her. She dug her fingers into them. They were
so big. So fucking big. She suddenly wished she had a big cock so she could
rub it and press it against this huge, bulging muscle. She wanted to see a
scrotum, heavy with balls as big as his, pressed against the nipple she had
just toyed to erection. Two big cocks to play with. Four balls to suck into
her mouth and swirl around with her tongue. Four flexing biceps to press
her hot, hungry cunt against.
	"Do you ever do it with a man and woman?"
	"The best. Especially if we're all working out together. Everything
gets so big. So big."
	"Sounds like a memory to me."
	"Yup. Finest kind. So much strength. So big. Everything so big. The
weight, muscle, the sex, the orgasms. Muscles so hard and pumped they feel
like they're cumming, and then someone sticks something hard in somewhere
else and you push against the weight and pump and cum. The best."
	"I want to do that with you. You have someone you work out with or
something who would do that with us?"
	"I think so. I just met him today, but I'm pretty sure his head was
filled with the same thoughts as yours. I don't know where he stands with
women, though. It may take a little while to settle in with him. I'll keep
you posted."
	"And what about Patty?"
	"What about Patty?"
	"Well, you're having dinner with her tomorrow. I don't know her
that well, the occasional 'hello' in the elevator and all, but my guess is
she probably isn't going to let you out of her apartment without getting at
least some of your clothes off."
	"All of them, I hope."
	"Well, isn't that open of you."
	"What do you want me to do? Lie to you?"
	"Let me get back to you on that."
	"In case you hadn't noticed, I like sex. I love sex. I engage in it
every chance I get. With whomever I desire. And every person I have sex
with has something special to bring to the experience. I don't think it
takes a rocket scientist to guess what the attraction to Patty is. Each
time I have sex, every person I make love with adds to my experience. The
next time I make love with you I will have all the wonderful things that I
did with Patty feeding me, making me a better lover, making you a better
lover. The energy you feel when we make love is the combined efforts of all
the lovers before you. All of them. From Sam all the way up to the two
girls on roller blades that gave me blow-jobs in the cab of my truck this
afternoon."
	"Two girls. . . Healthy, blond, look like sisters, black and red on
one, blue and yellow on the other?"
	"Friends of yours?"
	"I guess you could say they are. Looks like this is the second run
in with them I've had today."
	"What was the first?"
	"They made me loose my key this afternoon down on the beach." Chris
leaned on one elbow and studied his face. "I suppose it's impossible to not
fall in love with you."
	"Not any less impossible than it is to fall in love with you."
	"Wha. . .."
	"Surprised?"
	"Good thing I was already lying down."
	"Now what makes you think I'm any more immune to it than you. Every
person I make love with affects me just as powerfully as you've been
affected tonight. I fall in love many times every week. Granted, love has a
few million definitions, but every lover is loved. How could the sex be
this good if there wasn't love involved?"
	"Nifty idea, Plato. But I don't think the love you're talking about
is what I meant."
	"Ah. Lust."
	"Okay. Lust then."
	"I fall into lust hundreds of times every day. There are very few
people I see to whom I don't give at least a passing thought. What would
that man be like? That woman, there, needs some physical attention. How fun
it would be to be with that girl. Young, old, man, woman. I once had a
fantasy about making love to an entire rugby team. I love it rough."
	Chris leaned down and sharply bit the nipple closest to her. It had
been slowly deflating and she thought it could use a little startle.
	"Harder." She bit harder. "Pull on it. Oh, yeah. Bite
it. Oh. Pull. Harder. Harder. Make it big. Yeah."
	Chris marveled at his hunger for stimulation. She watched as he
tensed his muscles to increase his desire. She pulled the nipple out as far
as it would go and then let it slip from her teeth. It was hard and red,
swollen. She suddenly felt sorry for it and bent to kiss it. She then saw
he had taken his other nipple and was doing the same thing with his hand as
she had done with her mouth. This guy was too much. As she watched him, his
huge pec swelling under his hand, she began to get turned on again. Did
this ever stop? She waited until he finished and then completed her
mission, gently kissing the offended nipple. She swirled it with her tongue
and then sucked it gently. If a woman's breast gave milk, would his give
strength?
	"Well, now that everything is well lubricated, I guess we should
get back to screwing."
	"Don't you ever. . . Oh. The divider. Silly me."
	"I just can't imagine where your head is at, child. Hand me that
screwdriver and we'll see if we can expand our floor space a bit."
	Arnold leaned into the wall and cranked on the screwdriver. There
was a creaking, breaking sound as the first of the bolts broke loose and
then began to turn freely. He moved on to the second one. Each effort
brought an ocean of activity to his huge, muscular back. She moved up
behind him and felt the huge fibers of strength work just beneath his
skin. So strong. So huge. So hot. She could feel the sex drive radiate from
him. The energy. What must it be like to live with that, turned on twenty
four hours a day? He had to be strong. She was worn out from her sexual
activity today. If it weren't for the sustaining power of his own drive,
she was sure she would have collapsed orgasms ago. Had she ever had this
many in one day? She doubted it. Surely, she would have remembered.
	She knew one thing. She had never been this turned on before. Never
had she been so filled with desire for anyone. And here he was, knocking
down the barrier between their apartments. She glanced over at the one on
the opposite end of his balcony. Patty. And Arnold. And Chris. A small, but
insistent throb began between her legs. She picked up the can of spray
lubricant, walked over to the far end of the balcony and began to spray all
the bolts that held the divider in place. When she finished she turned
back. Arnold was standing, facing her. His huge body, swollen with
strength, made her throbbing worse. The screwdriver he held in his hand was
dwarfed by the rope of flesh that hung from his groin. And on his face was
the lewdest grin she had ever seen.
	This was going to be fun.