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Kathleen drove slowly, calmly. We rode silently. Nearly home, she handed the pot pipe back to me and asked, "Load me one?"
I loaded the pipe and handed it back to her. I watched as she brought her knee up to the steering wheel as she lit it. The hem of her dress again riding up to expose the top of her stocking and the tan, powerful thigh it held. I became acutely aware again of the unsated throbbing between my legs. My hand drifted, involuntarily, down between my own thighs. She handed the pipe back and as I looked up I saw her grinning.
"You’re funny." she said, holding the smoke in her lungs. She had watched me gazing at her legs. She shook her head, the grin growing on her face as she looked back to the road. I said nothing and smiled to myself then smoked another pipe-full of Kathleen’s very, very kind grass.
Soon we pulled into my driveway. It took a moment to realize the car had stopped. It took another moment to realize it was my house. There was a strange van parked in the driveway and a giant man walking from my front steps to toward the van. He looked toward us.
"Those must be the electric men" Kathleen’s voice startled me. I pondered her words.
"They don’t look electric. They look normal." I said seriously. My jaw seemingly made of lead.
Suddenly, Kathleen was giggling. I turned to her, a smile spreading slowly across my face.
"Are you going to be okay?" She asked. I nodded and began getting out of the car.
Peering over her sunglasses she said, "Call me" and backed away smiling.
As I walked up the driveway toward the electric men I felt a fire smoldering between my legs. My heart was beating so hard in my pussy I thought surely they could see it or hear it through my flimsy sun dress. My nipples, like pebbles, tented my dress as my little boobies jiggled beneath the fabric. As I approached I saw three men; two younger men and the giant who looked in his forties. He made eye contact as the other men stood back staring at me from behind the truck.
The giant spoke, "Hi, I’m Frank. We’re here to do your hundred amp upgrade." He said in a voice so low it seemed to come from somewhere beneath us.
"I’ll let you in." was all I could say and I led them into the house.

They told me what they were going to do. I didn’t understand. They said it would take three or four hours. I didn’t care. They went downstairs, I went to my bedroom.
A sunsoaked breeze saturated my room. I stretched out onto the bed, my dress hitching up around my waist. My right hand went immediately to the burning, engorged mound of my sex. I realized my thighs were slick nearly to my knees and thought surely the electric men must have noticed. I could her their muffled sounds emanating from below me. I wondered if they were talking about me
I reached back to a drawer near the bed and found my dildo. I took it in both hands and placed it in the creamy crease formed by my swollen labia. I began sliding it up and down in the channel between my legs. My eyes flickered shut. The long hard thickness of rubber between my legs was stoking a blaze in my pelvis that was about to explode.
I tilted the dildo, guiding the thick rubber head downward, parting my pussy lips. I drew my knees up to expose my quivering pocket of cream to the inanimate invader. With one hand I pushed the thing into me. The swelling had created an unusually tight entrance. I felt the head slip in and the sensation was like being split in two. I moaned loudly. My left hand came around to my ass, my finger looking for my tight, wet anus. I could hear the men downstairs fall temporarily silent, then they began murmuring again. My right hand worked the dildo deeper into me, slowly in and out. My finger found my other hole and wriggled in. I moaned sharply as it slipped in.
The sensations were overwhelming and I began moaning uncontrollably. The electric men were silent again and I knew they were listening to me. I raised my head in a grunt as I forced more of my dildo into my tightly swollen pussy and noticed my bedroom door was open. It didn’t matter.
The force of the dildo sinking into me released an orgasm that had been gathering like a storm since early morning. My legs went numb and I could fee waves of contractions sweeping through me like sheets of lightning rattling my body and stinging my mind. Each jolt was met with a nearly uncontrollable spasm that had me writhing as if tormented on the bed. With all my strength I pushed my finger fully into my ass creating a white hot epicenter of pleasure. My pussy clamped hard on the unknowing dildo, each contraction trying in vain to crush the delightful intruder.
Eventually I could feel the spasms beginning to ebb and I pushed the fake cock as far as I could into my dripping, swollen hole. As my head came up in a determined grimace I glimpsed the giant electric man walking quickly down the hall away from my room. I realized he had seen everything. He had probably lingered, gaping as I punished my overripe pussy with a huge rubber stick. He probably had a raging hard-on. He would go downstairs and whisper to the others in great, graphic detail what he had seen. They would get hard-ons. They would talk about how they would fuck me, how they could properly punish me with their cocks, how they would drop huge loads of semen deep into me. They would go home and vigorously fuck their wives or their girlfriends or their hands. They would think about me for weeks or even months to come. And as they left my house today, they would examine me, taking in every detail of my body, looking into me. They would fuck me over and over and over again in their minds as I stood before them, as they pulled away in their electric truck. I came again, sitting up, rocking back and forth on the end of the dildo as it buried itself in me, pressing hard into my cervix. Then came sleep.

When I awoke the dildo was still lodged half in me. I could hear the electric men downstairs pounding and drilling and talking loudly. I wondered how long I had slept. As I slowly pulled the fake dick from my sopping cunt I relished the tiny, jittering little spasms that quaked in my pelvis. I realized I was ravenously hungry. It was nearly one o’clock.
As I walked to the kitchen I realized the house was very warm. No air conditioning. I opened the refrigerator, no light. I fixed a sandwich, devoured it in minutes then poured and downed an iced tea. Everything was still happening in slow motion and I figured I was still very high. I could hear the electric men banging and talking. I wondered if they were talking about me. Instantly, my sex began to tingle and throb. I rubbed my thighs together hard as I drank from my glass. I thought I could just make out what they were saying.
They were talking about fucking me. I could hear them boast to each other how one could satisfy me better than the other. Then I would lose their voices in the muffle of a hammer or a drill then they would drift up to me again. They had their dicks out and were boasting to each other how one was more well equipped than the other and soon they would come up and show me how well they could fill my needs. My heart was beating again between my legs. My hand reached under my hem and found my pussy creamy and swollen, leaking down my thighs. I could feel a low, far off tremor building in my pelvis. I began to picture their cocks hanging out, half hard as they decided who would come up to fuck me. I slumped to the floor and began rubbing two fingers over my hot, hard clit. Then footsteps ascending the stairs. Panic shot through me, I shuffled to my feet and I stood waiting. The footsteps came heavily closer.
The giant emerged from the basement door and stepped into the kitchen. His eyes locked on me. I was frozen.
"We’re just about done ma’am." His low voice emanating from him. We locked eyes and it seemed a year passed.
"Ma’am?" he said.
"Uh, yes. Okay." I replied.
"I need you..." is what I heard and a hot panic shot through me as I prepared for his sexual demand.
"I’ll need you to sign a work order and estimate." He said, looking through me.
My nipples were standing out from under my dress and I realized he was staring at them. My pussy throbbed and I thought I could feel my juices running down my legs. He glanced down at my crotch. A pulse of electricity shot through me, draining into my thighs. I felt weak, I glanced down at his crotch and saw the outline of a half-hard cock lying against his leg.
This man was easily over six and half feet tall. A salt and pepper mane of thick tousled hair and a handle bar mustache framed his face. His arms were enormous, straining under the confines of his blue work shirt. His torso and legs looked as if they were hewn rough from a gigantic oak tree. He must have weighed close to three hundred pounds.
"Is everything okay?" he asked, breaking my stare.
I looked into his face, his eyes twinkling. My box was burning and a thought creeped into my mind. I realized I wanted him. I had never so much as considered, really considered, sleeping with a man, other than my husband, for years. But now standing before this huge bear of a man, my thin, tiny body draped in a flimsy, rumpled sun dress, my pussy swollen and aching, an orgasm building in my gut, I realized I wanted him. At that thought my mind swirled with possibilities I had never considered. I wanted to express to him what I was contemplating but found no words.
"Yes," I muttered, "I, I’m fine. I was just..."
"I need to get those forms from the truck. I’ll be right back." He said turning to walk away. Perhaps he sensed my urge, perhaps he was embarrassed for having seen me masturbating.
Trying to capture him where he was standing I blurted out, "Actually." I continued, "Actually, if you could take a look at something."
He stopped and turned toward me. Without thinking I began walking toward him. He watched me, his eyes covering me, peering down the front of my dress to peek at a my tiny jiggling tits as I eased by him. I looked back to see if he was following me, my heart racing, my legs turning to jelly, my pussy thumping and dripping. He was. I led him to my bedroom. A whisper floated up from the bottom of my conscience, "What are you doing?! Stop. Think of Peter. Think of..." My hormones pushed me forward.
We entered my bedroom and my mind clicked off. I hadn’t thought this far ahead. All I knew was that I craved him and I wanted to fuck him. I stopped and turned to face him. I looked into his face to see if he had any clue what I wanted. He looked nervous, unsure. He looked guilty, as if he were returning to the scene of an accident ...the scene of my autoerotic episode.
"I.." he began.
"Actually..." I interrupted. "Actually, I..." I trailed off, momentarily lost.
Then I stepped forward, reached out for his hand and pulled him toward the bed. His face filled with confusion, disbelief. I sat on the bed in front of him. My hand reached out and found his belt, I began tugging at him, undressing him. He was silent but for his breathing, deep, heavy breaths I could feel move the hair on my head. He was a giant.
I struggled furiously now unhooking, unlatching and unzipping his pants. I began tugging them downward desperate to see what mind blowing possibilities may lay hidden beneath. I felt outside myself, driven by something like hunger. Then from the recesses of my mind came an image. I saw a form through a mist in the distance. My mind struggled to focus through the desire and the high that gripped me. The form in the distance stood on a rock surrounded by fog and water. The form was desperately calling to me on the beach. She was pleading with me to stop, pleading with me to remember who I was; married, middle aged, sensible, responsible. But I could hear only muddled whispers, the dense fog shrouding the sound of her cries, carrying them away. My heart was racing, my body filled with adrenaline at the prospect of losing myself, the form on the rock. Then she was gone. All that remained was the sea soaked rock disappearing under the rising tide of my desire.
His pants were down around his knees and his boxers ballooned in front of me, a tent pitched by a massive pole of flesh. I curled my fingers around the band of his shorts and slowly pulled them down. His cock hung heavily, the head turned up slightly, pointing to my belly. My eyes were riveted. Though I had had experiences in college and had seen what I thought was a fair sampling of dicks, I had never seen one like this. It seemed unnaturally long, extending half way to his knee it seemed. I reached out to grasp it midway from the base and found my long, thin fingers could not encircle it completely. Fear sprouted in my mind like a silent alarm quickly muffled by an excited curiosity, the two struggling in me, whipping up my heart beat with adrenaline.
I lifted the thick, heavy prick and pulled the long sheet of foreskin back to fully reveal the head. Then I lowered my gaping mouth to it, my tongue instinctively lapping at the underside of the head. His moan, low and loud startled me, sent a shiver through my gut.
"Is this what you want?" he asked. I fed the head of his huge pole into my mouth. He groaned and not another word passed between us.
The head of his cock was growing, the shaft stiffening. Soon his huge pipe stood straight out from his hairy barrel of a body. All I could do was suck and lick at the end of the head, lapping my tongue up and down the shaft. My pussy was ringing with exquisite pain, my heartbeat pounding out an excruciating rhythm against it my overripe clit. Images of Peter walking in, being astounded, utterly flabbergasted at the sight of me impaling my head on this giant man’s weird appendage flashed through my mind.
He bent forward, his hands cupped my head turning me up to him. His face pressed hard to mine and his tongue filled my mouth. As he kissed me I could feel the timbre give way in me and I began to slump. His hands reached under my arms, around my back and began to lift me as he stood.
He held me now, his arms under my legs and back as he kissed me harder and deeper my head threatening to roll off my shoulders. My whole body was buzzing as he pressed me close to him. He lowered me to the bed, laying me flat on my back. Then his massive hands cupped behind my knees and pressed them forcefully back to the bed. I whimpered, my sex exposed as my dress rode up around my breasts. My eyes flicked shut.
First I felt his whiskers, then his tongue plunged into me. I looked up to see his head completely covering my sopping crotch. Another jolt of fear mixed with guilt as I realized what I was doing, what was going to happen. I could not stop it now. My head fell back as his tongue began lapping hard at my creamy slot. Between licks he would bite my clit, shooting sharp jolts of pain into me. Then he would lick it tenderly to soothe me. Another bite, another tender lick. Small cries escaped me and I flinched instinctively trying to move away. I was pinned by his arms, locked in a hydraulic cunnilingus device. Another bite followed by a long hard lick and an orgasm erupted in me sending shudders through my gut and prickly pain into my nipples. I had never felt an orgasm like it. So violent, so raw. I cried out and tears formed in my eyes slipping through perspiration down my cheeks.
The bites got harder and the licks got rougher. I was coming again, this time I wept. My body jerking with sobs. I cried out for him to stop. There was a pause, a gentle licking in my crease, his tongue lapping softly at my labia. Then a bite so painful my legs strained in vain to close. I shouted out and began weeping harder, trying to turn away from him. He pushed me further up onto the bed. Then I felt his weight on the bed with me. I looked up to see him positioned between my legs, resting half his weight on his hands, painfully pinning my knees to the bed.
His cock floated above me, extending from him all the way to my breasts. It was surreal. It seemed another creature was attached to his pelvis, pulsing alive with his heartbeat. His eyes were dark and hollow, showing no emotion. He shifted his hips, dropping his hot cock-creature to my belly. My mouth formed the word ‘no’. He slid his legs back and the head of his cock found my swollen cunt. He pushed harder on my numb legs, tilting my box up to meet his huge peg. Then he began plowing it through my creamy slit, mixing my juice with his own profuse drippings, slicking, greasing himself. I turned way from him. My mouth silently begging ‘no’, my mind pleading for release, any release. This was a mistake. I wanted Peter. I wanted this to stop. I wanted it to be over, the fear to blow away.
I looked back to him, watching his unreal member sawing back and forth in my swollen crease. His head tilted back in pleasure and my fear evaporated. Gone, inexplicably disappeared. I realized he was waiting for my hand to guide him into me. He was going to please me, this was a game, his very own, very intense, much too real game. This is how he worked, and now I understood and I wanted to play. I reached down with both hands, tilted my hips down and placed the head of his cock against my tiny, seemingly impenetrable, hole. He shifted slightly, lowering himself against me, the pressure was intense. I laid back, closed my eyes, his massive dick still in my grasp, I hunched toward him.
A thousand knives entered me, threatening to shred me open. I screamed and squeezed his pole, involuntarily pulling it toward me. His head slid like lumber into me. He shifted and withdrew quickly then flicked back in, fully seating his head inside me. His hips began to flex and flick slowly working himself into me. The pain was slowly replaced with intense pressure and a low, ringing pleasure. As he sensed me relax, he lowered his weight to my body, his ass high in the air. Then he began a long steady thrust, pushing himself deeper, deeper. Then he stopped and pulled quickly out, the taut folds of my pussy clinging to his retreating stick. Then his full weight came down on me.
As I felt his weight press me into the bed, I felt his cock plowing deeper into me. This time he wouldn’t stop. His massive weight forced the air from my lungs. His bulk pinned me completely to the mattress. I could feel him splitting me in two, the white hot searing in my overstuffed cunt ignited the most powerful orgasm of the day. I opened my mouth to scream but there was no sound only him smothering me completely. My mind began to cloud, light turning to gray and he lifted himself off me. Life rushed back to me as air and I gulped it in. He began to fuck me in a slow, perfect rhythm, his massive tool working into me, exploring unreached folds. Each time the pressure built, as he rocked into my cervix, I would shudder, the waves rippling like plasma through my body. I wept as I came with nearly every stroke of his cock.
Time was lost. Suspended in the smooth, deep, tidal rocking of his body as it racked through me, I forgot time. Peter’s face would float through my mind, his expression painted with shock and confusion as he watched this huge man and his surreal cock diving deeply between my legs. I told myself I could explain this experience, this very, very real experience so he would understand. Then he would float way and there was only the giant rocking like a fuck animal into my shuddering body, into my shuddering mind. Then he began to judder, his large frame quaking with tremendous force and his arms clamped hard over my shoulders. His body folded up and his expanding cock plunged horribly deep into me, drilling painfully into my belly. I strained helplessly against him. His low groans blasting through me like claps of thunder and then stillness. He rolled over, me stuck on him. He reached under my arms and pulled me up drawing his cock out of me. I felt utterly empty as he laid me on the bed next to him, my hole spilling out his load. He stood up immediately, dressed and walked out. My bedroom clock blinked 1:00. My day was over. I slept.