His cock was too big for the biggest condom. Working out at the Venice Beach gym, LA his sweaty muscles were pumped. Captivated, silky wet love beads ran down my legs. I watched him hold himself out perfectly horizontal. All I did was my job, massaging his arm, after he injured it.

I was confined using walking sticks. He carried my bags upstairs to my room. Between my toes with that cock, then between my fingers, he massaged me, pulsing. Every crevice of my body, he worshipped. Every ache bar the one for him inside me, sated! He carried me next day across the hot sands. Returning he slipped his fingers deeper into me. I wondered how I could say no again. His tongue twisted, making me cry out. My bed became soaked in my own gushing. His cock was too big for the biggest condom. On day 3, I left LA for the Grand Canyon, my next flight leaving LA again but a week later.

That long train journey with my fingers wet from touching myself, stroking my own silk, I answered his texts, near crazy with lust. His big white teeth, his smile; remembering his teeth nibbling the edges of my trembling inner lips, my clit sucked and rolled from side to side, blocked my ability to view the vast abyss before me. His black, black thick helmeted, hard, rock hard cock, sprawled out cut like a Grand Canyon ravine, on my mind. A week of self torture. I re-boarded the Santa Fe train. All that delirious beauty of the Grand Canyon National Park, miniaturized; a whole week dwarfed, remembering his damp warm fairy mist cock-stoke, over my still hard nipples. Then his texts stopped. My heart faltered.

Who cares about a flight booked, when the RHP man one thinks they cant have is standing there, his huge bulge, buckled and harnessed in clothing, his tongue slipping gently down ones throat. Words gone. He quietly whispers "I miss you. I know how careful you are. I am now tested for STI's too!"

After closing my sides door, he slipped beside me in the convertible. Breathless, we hardly spoke though his fingers did glide up my dress. I wore no knickers. If dark brown eyes can change colour, his did. They shone like torches. We arrived at his home. I didnt see the de-core as he ran the bath. I didnt see anything but his cock, my tongue tasting beads of fresh sweat, my lips nuzzling what my mouth could not get around. He held me at arms length or was that at cocks length as he lowered me into that vast tub of hot water. I began to sizzle.

In that wet, wet place, his cock pushed into me like a freight train with endless carriages. I sank almost below water level. His cock now deep inside me. Just when I thought, this cant get any better, the door opened. There stood his identical twin brother who asked, "Can I join you?"

Floating in that mix of cum, sweat and my own juices, my orifices flowered. Each man, found his own space inside me. What happened next was so unbelievable. It never got any better than sleeping spooning with my co-workers like I did!