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Archive name: freeday2.txt (MF, exh, voy, reluc)
Authors name: Red Raen (red_raen@yahoo.com)
Story title : Free Day - Part 2

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Free Day - Part 2 (MF, exh, voy, reluc)
by Red Raen (red_raen@yahoo.com)


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.

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
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