Reversal of Fortunes Pt. 05

When he went out, he learned techiques for self preservation. He would stand behind the shopping cart as much as possible, or carry a shopping bag in front of his body. Women still sensed his carnal needs, but at least they did not, for the most part, see the erection he was sporting when he noticed them. What really amazed him was how many women hit on him despite the prominence of his wedding ring. They seriously did not seem to care. They sensed the pheremones being emitted from his pores and assumed he was available.

He got plenty of "support." The phone would ring and it would be his wife...or Rachel...or Marie...or his island lovers. Sometimes it would be Jeffery asking for advice...he'd had his surgery and was dealing with serious denial issues for the first time.

Each time it was comforting, but also served to ratchet up the arousal even more. By the time his month alone was up, he had placed a towel under his chair in his office. He had gotten to the point where his member leaked precum frequently and randomly. He had learned the semen dripping from his frustrated cock were referred to as "chastity tears." Since he could not wear clothes in the house, he found creative ways to not make a mess.

Finally, he found himself standing in the airport baggage claim, waiting for Marie to appear from the concourse and for her bags to arrive.

He was conflicted.

He was desperate for sexual contact, which he knew Marie was going to provide to excess. Her magnificent body, her taste, her feel, and her attitude had been on his mind a LOT.

At the same time, he had to wonder whether near constant sexual contact with absolutely no hope of relief would be better than no relief without a woman's touch.

Oh, well. He was certainly about to find out.

He stood in the crowded, cavernous room, lost in his own thoughts. He was wearing loose fitting khaki shorts and a light blue polo shirt. It did not occur to him that his tanned, well muscled arms and legs were on full display. Or that the tight shirt accentuated his hardened pecs.

He had been working out. He had been working out a lot. And swimming in the pool. And working in the yard. Anything to distract himself.

His appearance was not lost on the women waiting in the baggage claim. Or a couple of the men. He had managed to remain flaccid, but the bulge in his shorts was still obvious. He exuded masculinity, and the hormones that caused them to sense his intense need.

A buxom red-head was inching her way closer to him, subconsciously trying to figure out how to manage a surreptitious "meet cute." A mousy blonde was just trying not to stare, her panties moistening.

Shane was completely oblivious to it all.

Marie walked off of the concourse. She was dressed to kill. High heels that pushed her already perfect ass up, accentuating her curves. She wore a short skirt which was nearly the same shade as her mocha tinted flesh. She wore a low cut filmy satin blouse which displayed and drew attention to her incredible cleavage. The men in the room instantly noticed, a couple drawing the ire of their women for the snap of their eyes.

The attention Shane was getting was NOT lost on her. She spotted the red-head and all of the others wanting to devour him.

Marie was anything if not quick thinking. She cried out, a little too enthusiastically, "B-a-a-b-y!!!"

She ran across the room, heels clacking, towards her surprised brother-in-law.

She lept into his arms, wrapping her long legs around his waist. She took his head in her splayed out hands and kissed him deeply, their tongues dancing within their sealed mouths.

His cock responded immediately and her short skirt barely covered the fact his huge erection was nudging her bare sex through his shorts.

She relinquished the kiss so she could dramatically proclaim, "Oh my God baby, I missed you so much!" She twerked, grinding herself onto his cock right there in the airport.

She had very publicly claimed her prize.

The red-head tried not glare at Marie, thinking "bitch." Marie blew her a kiss.

The mousy blonde did not realize she was clutching her legs together as her clit pulsed.

Shane was far from the only male sporting an erection as the thick, scantily clad babe hugged him tightly and kissed him again.

She released him as the luggage turnstyle began running and bags began arriving. This did not help him, as the ladies honed in on his now very visible tumescense.

Marie hugged his bicep, "Most of my stuff will be on the moving truck tomorrow, but I still paid for extra baggage...so there are six bags...baby."

Two guys and the mousy girl all offered to help Shane tote the bags...anything to remain in Marie's presence a little longer.

The luggage loaded into the truck, the helpers left with Shane's thanks.

Mousy girl lagged, catching one more glimpse of the outline in Shane's khaki shorts. Marie, of course, noticed.

"It's okay, girl. It's hard not to stare, ain't it? Go ahead, cop a feel."

Shane and mousy both looked at her as if she were crazy. The three of them were standing in short-term parking with people walking by.

Still. Mousy could not pass up the opportunity. She had never seen such a big cock. Her last boyfriend wasn't even a third as big. She sheepishly moved closer to him. She looked up at him tentatively and he nodded.

She touched the bulge with her tiny hand, then became more bold and grabbed it with both hands, trying to circumnavigate it. "Fuuuuck me."

Marie smiled, "I know, right? It really feels good inside."

Mousy masturbated him in fascination and Shane groaned as he edged, his cock head flaring in her hand.

She squealed quietly, "Ohhh...damn."

"Shane, baby, give her a kiss to say thank you."

Shane leaned down and kissed the stranger, who mimicked what she had seen Marie do. Taking full advantage by french kissing him deeply. She giggled, grasped him one more time, then was gone.

As Shane piloted his truck into his garage, Marie spoke, "I really have missed you. Thank you for taking me in like this."

"Of course. You ARE family."

She laughed mischievously, "I think you defintely go the extra mile to be a good host. I really need a good fucking from you...but it was a long trip. It may have to wait til morning."

"I am at your service, M'lady."

"I like the sound of that. When we get my bags in and something to eat, can I get some cuddles?"

"Absolutely. Let's be lazy and order pizza."

By the time they got her bags to her room, the pizza had arrived. When Marie opened the door, the poor delivery guy almost swallowed his gum.

As Shane got them plates and a couple of beers, Marie disappeared for a moment. When she returned she was dressed the same as Shane...not a stitch on her succulent body.

Shane whistled a cat call. "Oh, damn. You are fucking hot...you've been working out."

"I have. I wanted to be in my best shape when I got here. You obviously have been hitting the weights too, beefcake boy."

"Trying to distract myself." He laughed.

"Hmmm...keep working out, but I'll take over the distraction duties now."

"Oh, wow. You let your hair grow out...I think your muff is as hairy as Kat's now." His cock throbbed. She had gotten the desired response.

"That was the idea...I know you like it that way."

"Do YOU like it that way?"

She sat on the couch with her pizza and beer, propping her feet up on the edge of the seat cushion with her legs spread to provide him with a good view of her puffy lips and her pubic patch.

"Mmm...not especially. So here is the plan. I'm gonna keep it this way for a few days, then you are gonna shave me smooth again..." She took a bite.

"Me? What if I cut you?"

"I trust you. You treat me so well, you'll probably be more careful than I am."

Later he lay on his back in her bed. She lay beside him, her leg thrown over his midsection on top of his erection, her head lay on his chest. She lackadaisacally traced her fingertips across his flesh.

"I know I don't have the right, but I missed you, Shane. I haven't been with anyone else since I left...I think you have spoiled me. I am sooo horny...but more tired right now." She yawned.

He assured her by running his fingers through her hair. He did not feel it was the right time to discuss the implications of her statement. She was probably just exhausted.

They drifted off to sleep together. His erection pressing into her thigh, her sex moistening his.

They slept in the next morning, both spent and both savoring having someone to hold.

She awoke first. Rested, her first thought was to take advantage of the phallus she was cuddling.

She threw a leg across his body and lined his huge manhood up with her entrance. She would need to readjust to his size again after more than a month without. She rubbed her lips up and down across his cock head, using her moisture to lubricate him.

She sighed with a little pain and a lot of satisfaction as she began to push him inside of her. He awoke and gasped at the velvety sensations engulfing him. Damn he had missed this!

Over the next several minutes she worked to get him fully engaged. Finally she felt his balls and abdomen against her sex.

"Oh, jeez I forgot how good being so full feels. You feel so good, Shane."

She began gyrating on his shaft slowly, "I have to come up with a pet name for you...I can't keep calling you babe, that is Katrina's. Calling you Shane is so formal..."

She began sliding herself up and down his cock, looking at it disappearing inside of her then reappearing. She was building towards a long anticipated orgasm...she knew it would be a series of orgasms...crying out...and the doorbell rang.

"Nooooo!" She forced herself to stop. "That'll be the fucking movers! They'll be here all fucking day...fuck!"

They quickly dressed and hastened to the door, both bedraggled. Marie was right. The movers were there most of the day. There was enough room in the house for Marie to have her own area, and her possessions were offloaded and placed.

Shane was used to doing without, and knew he would be denied regardless of how much sex he enjoyed. Marie on the other hand had been eagerly anticipating this day for a month, and had very nearly reached orgasm when she was denied. Now she was beside herself.

Shane could not help himself with this opportunity at payback. Every chance he got he would stand directly behind her, placing his erection in the cleft of her firm ass. When the movers were looking the other way, he would tweak a nipple, steal a kiss, or lightly caress any exposed flesh.

"I am gonna get you back for this, you delicious sonuvabitch..."

As the movers packed up to leave in early evening, Marie moistened as she plotted. Her nipples had stiffened, which could not possibly be missed by the movers.

As the movers walked out, Jenny and Jeffery walked in, carrying containers which bore a multi-course meal they had spent the afternoon preparing. Jenny gave Marie a big hug, "We are so excited to have you back, Miss Marie! We brought you and Mr. Shane dinner to celebrate!"

"Oh, th-thank you, Jenny..."

She shot Shane a look as he grinned and chuckled.

Jenny worked to set the dining room table. Jeff tried to help, but she interrupted him, "When in Rome, Jeffery..."

"But they aren't..."

She smiled at him lovingly, "They will be, honey."

"Yes, dear." He left the room and returned shortly entirely nude except for a stainless steel chastity device encasing his manhood which kept it at less than one and a half inches in length. His testicles were obviously swollen from lack of release.

In support, Shane left the room, returning sans his clothing. The difference was his more impressive musculature and his flaccid yet still enormous meat hanging heavily between his legs.

Now only the ladies were clothed.

Marie turned to Shane, "This is my home now also, correct?"

"For as long as you want, sis-in-law."

She turned her back to him so he could easily reach her bra clasps, "Will you get me out of these clothes then?"

He lifted her blouse over her head, then released her bra. Her full, thick breasts with the large areola and erect nipples fell free and jiggled, appreciating the freedom.

Poor Jeff loved his wife, but he had never seen such magnificent mammaries. He groaned audibly as his penis tried to stiffen in vain. Jenny tittered.

As Shane dropped to his knees, Marie turned to face him. He lowered her blue jeans and then her satin panties, removing them. He couldn't help himself. He inhaled her scent deeply. His manhood was able to stiffen, and it did so.

Marie smiled, "Ohh, you really like my honey pot, don't you? You like my chocolate pie, baby?"

"Uh-huh..."

Her eyes lit up. "Thats it! Since I can't call you baby, my pet names for you will be 'sweetie pie' or 'honey pot'...and we'll both know what we're talking about..."

While this was going on, Jeff was now taking in the firm, perfectly formed buttocks framing her pubic mound and hair. A thick stream of precum dripped from the slit at the end of his cage.

"Jeffery! Go and get something to clean that up...shame, shame."

As he hustled off to the kitchen, she looked at the others and laughed conspiratorily, "This is so much fun! But I cannot wait to have intercourse with him again..."

They enjoyed their meal and the conversation. Jenny remained the only one clothed. She was no slouch by any means, but she knew she could not compare to Marie. She also did not feel comfortable being nude in front of her employer. She would think of it every time she saw him if she did...not an option.

They were all somewhat distracted by the head of Shane's penis peaking over the table top...he never did lose his erection. Marie felt a puddle of her fluid form on the wooden chair she sat on.

Jenny was becoming mildly sadistic with her husband. When they left via the front door, she directed him to run to their car naked while she hugged Shane and Marie goodnight.

As soon as the front door closed, Marie turned to run for the bedroom, laughing, expecting Shane to be right behind her.

Instead, she had only made it about five feet when she felt the floor disappear beneath her, his strong arms lifing her by her waist. He sat her butt first on the heavy oak dining room table and with one firm but gentle thrust buried all eight plus inches of cock to the hilt in her sheath.

She was so fucking ready! She screamed out in delight as her first orgasm overtook her. It was soon followed by a continual flow of orgasms as he pounded into her with animalistic abandon. He edged repeatedly but did not care...he craved the silky wetness of her sex and could not get enough. He and his cock were starving for her.

"Gawwwd, don't stop! Don't EVER FUCKING STOP!!"

And ostensibly, he did not stop. Or at least she could not stop, and he was willingly at her beck and call. As before, she let him do his work, but otherwise she was insatiable. They christened every room in the house, his truck and a few public locales. If she was not using his cock, she was using his tongue.

After two weeks of Marie's nearly constant attentions, Shane was at his wit's end. He was in a good mood, feeling very loved between Marie's pampering and Katrina's frequent calls and texts. But his poor penis was purple, his testicles swollen and full. He seeped semen often, but had not experienced an orgasm or any real release for a month and a half. With no prospect of relief in the near future, and repeatedly being brought to the edge only to be denied, he was frustrated beyond comprehension.

He had just finished writing for the day and was in the kitchen getting coffee when Marie returned from a shopping trip. She stripped her clothes as soon as she entered and asked if he would mind getting the groceries out of the car. "Then come find me, I have a surprise for you."

He found her in her bedroom, sitting in a chair at the end of the bed. She directed him to lay down on the bed in front of her, his buttocks at the edge of the mattress. She held up a thin cylindrical object, "Do you know what this is?"

Heat flushed through his body, and he quickly became erect, "Uh-huh...a prostate massager?"

"Yes, sweetie pie." She squirted out some lube and greased it up.

"Do-do you think it will work??" He knew he would not orgasm, but the thought of ANY relief at all was exciting. He knew what prostate milking was, and knew that draining the cum from his balls may relieve some pressure.

"Katrina talked to the people who implanted your devices, and they seemed to think so. In any event, we're about to find out. Pull your knees up, honey pot."

He was eager to do so...Katrina had taken his anal cherry, so penetration did not scare him.

She leaned forward and gently pushed the wand into him, slowly delving into him until she found his prostate. She lovingly caressed it, taking pains not to hurt him. He moaned.

Within a few minutes he felt fluid working its way through his uretha, with no impending orgasm. He really wanted to cum, but at this point was happy to get what relief he could have.

When Marie saw a steady stream of semen flowing from his turgid cock and dripping down his shaft, a light bulb lit up.

This could be the closest thing to a dream come true she could ever hope to obtain! She stopped stroking his prostate.

She could barely contain herself. She was up out of the chair in a headtbeat. Without a word she swung a leg over his midsection, lined herself up and sank his hard-on deep into her womanhood, coming to rest in a reverse cowgirl.

She resumed her massage with the wand and sighed with satisfaction.

"Ohh...ohhh sweetie pie, your cum is HOT. Remember I told you I wanted to feel you fill me with your cum? It may not be firing into me...but now I can!"

For the next fifteen minutes he felt semen flowing out of his manhood without an orgasm, and felt the velvety satin of her vagina caressing his cock. It was heaven, and hell.

She felt herself filling up with his fluids and rode his tortured cock to two emotion filled orgasms. She was going to empty is balls into her body. She was going to experience him cleaning his load from her cunt. Oh, damn...could he make her pregnant?? Would Kat kill her if he did??

Shane had the same thoughts...complicated by the seemingly impossible sensations of his semen draining from his cock while he edged! He felt an orgasm approaching, and as usual it was terminated...but his cum continued to drain slowly from his shaft.

She sensed that she had drained him completely. She did not feel as if she were squishing any more cum within her. She slowly let him plop out of her, then slid backwards until her sloppy, sexy slit sat on his face.

His cock still hard and throbbing, still on a sexual high despite an empty feeling in his balls, he delved into her with a passion. Lapping, sucking, darting his tongue across her clitoris, he sent her into orgasmic convulsions. Her contracting abdominal muscles forced his cum into his mouth. How could his body have contained this much semen??

He struggled to swallow and still manipulate her sex into more orgasms...that was his purpose in life, after all...to satisfy the women in his life.

He was succeeding well beyond his expectations...Marie screamed out repeatedly as orgasms wracked her body.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck!!! Eat me, motherfucker!! Yeessssssss!!!"

When she had collapsed beside him, her hand resting on his pulsing manhood, she signed in satisfaction.

"Good news, baby. We're doing this every week to drain your balls and fill my pussy..."

Almost delirious, he still picked up on her lapse. "Baby?"

It took her a moment. "Ooh...I'm a BAD girl, aren't I, sweetie pie?"

"It's okay...baby doll..."

As the days wore on Marie finally became accustomed to having Shane's perpetual erection available to her. Fortunately for him, this meant she did not subconsciously feel she had to jump him every chance she got because that could be her last opportunity.