Carol and her identical twin Karla lounged in the living room of Carol's new apartment, finishing their coffee and engaging in Girl Talk. It was a chilly, rainy Saturday morning in late March. Karla was in town for a weekend visit. The girls, in their mid-twenties, were tall, slender, attractive brunettes. They had not seen each other since the Christmas holidays and had a lot of catching up to do.
"So, how's your love life?" inquired Karla. "The last time we were together you weren't seeing anyone and seemed resigned to a celibate existence. Is that still the case? All work and no play makes Carol a dull sister!" she teased.
"No, thank heavens! My life has changed, and much for the better. I've been dating a guy I met at a Christmas party. I think I'm in love!"
"I'm so happy for you!" Karla gushed. "How old is he? What does he look like? Does he have a good job? What kind of car does he drive?"
"Patience, patience! One question at a time, please! First of all, his name is Jim and he's twenty-three. This is the first time I've ever been involved with a younger man and it makes me feel so wicked, like I'm robbing the cradle! Because of my superior maturity, I get to be the brains of the operation. And yes, he is good-looking, in a cute, boyish sort of way."
"How tall is he? Is this Jim a big guy?"
Carol giggled and her face reddened slightly in a self-conscious blush. "He's about average in height, maybe two or three inches taller than me" she replied, then leaned forward as her voice took on a low, conspiratorial tone. "But let me tell you, he's way above average where it counts the most!"
"Why, you brazen hussy!" her sister exclaimed. "I'll bet you're just saying that to make me jealous. Really now, just how big is he?"
"Well, I haven't measured it. Not yet, anyway, but I intend to! I'm curious to find out exactly how many inches of hard meat I've been getting these last few months! It's about this long." Carol spread her hands apart to indicate length. She smiled with smug satisfaction at the shocked expression on her twin's face.
"Oh, my God!" gasped Karla. "And how big around is it?"
"When he's good and hard, it's so thick my hand won't go all the way around it! Tell me, Dear Sister, have you ever had a cock that big inside you?"
"Heavens, no! My pussy hurts just thinking about it. I never knew you were a Size Queen, Carol."
"I wasn't, until I hooked up with Jim!" Carol explained. "The first time we made it together was a life-changing experience for me. That enormous prick of his touched places deep inside me where no man had ever been before. The next day I was so sore I could barely walk, or even sit down! But I soon got use to his size and now I can't get enough of it. I'm so stretched out from our lovemaking that I doubt I can ever go back to fucking little pencil-dicks again!"
Karla was silent for a moment, allowing this new information to sink in. Back in college, she had been the social butterfly, going to parties almost every night while the studious Carol spent her time in the library and the chemistry lab. Though both of them were equally attractive, Karla had dated many more guys than her sister and considered herself the resident authority on the opposite sex.
Apparently this new stud boyfriend had awakened primal urges and instincts in Carol which had remained dormant until the past few months. The quieter, more serious sister had been transformed into a lusty sexual animal. It was now Carol's turn to assume the role of teacher and share her bedroom experiences with her sibling.
Sensing this change in their relationship, Carol gave her twin a lascivious wink and whispered, "Do you want to hear what happened on our ski trip last month?"
"Tell me all about it, every nasty little detail!" Karla inched forward to the edge of her seat with ears perked.
"One Friday morning Jim and I, along with two other couples, piled into his Suburban and headed for a ski resort about three hours away from here. We stopped at a Rest Area on the way and the others got out to relieve themselves while the two of us remained in the front seat. I couldn't help but notice the huge bulge in Jim's pants. It started in his crotch and extended down the left leg of his trousers. It looked as if he was trying to hide a policeman's nightstick in there, or maybe one of those big black flashlights you see night watchmen carry."
"I reached over and patted his poorly concealed weapon. 'I can tell you need an oil change by looking at your dipstick!' I joked while stroking his rock-hard cock through the fabric of his Levi's. Jim let out a groan and told me to lay off, saying things were 'hair-trigger' down there and he didn't want to have a messy accident. It seems he had gone the entire week without masturbating in anticipation of a marathon bout of lovemaking at the ski lodge that weekend. How romantic!"
"Let me tell you something about Jim. That boy's testicles produce an ocean of sperm! When he cums, he really makes a mess. He spurts at least four times as much love juice as any guy I've ever been with. I keep telling him he's sitting on a gold mine, since sperm banks are paying sixty dollars – and up – per donation. Do the math! Two deposits per day, times four for quantity, hey, that's four hundred eighty dollars the easy way! Jim's balls could supply every fertility clinic in town and he could retire on his stud fees. Plus make a lot of women pregnant and happy, to boot!"
"Back to my story. Jim usually jacks off at least once a day to relieve the pressure. But that week he was saving it all for me! I felt flattered. But poor Jim had a 'hard' time on the slopes that afternoon, trying to ski with a huge, uncomfortable erection that wouldn't go away. And his balls hung so low from the extra weight he was carrying that I'm sure he had difficulty maintaining his balance!"
"Late in the day it began to snow. By the time we started walking to the lodge it was really coming down. We could barely see ten feet in front of us! When we got to our room, Jim decided to shower before we went downstairs to join the others for dinner. While he was in the bathroom, I stripped down to my bra and panties and relaxed on the king-size bed while talking to Mom on the phone. After I hung up, I went to the window and watched the snowfall. The winter storm had become a full-blown blizzard!"
"Jim emerged from the bathroom drying himself vigorously with a towel. His dick stood out like a baseball bat. It looked larger than I had ever seen it before and bobbed up and down like a divining rod in search of water. It seemed to beckon me, so I went over and knelt on the carpet in front of him. I took the engorged organ in my right hand and a big drop of clear sticky goo formed on the long pee slit. My tongue licked off the salty secretion and swirled around the purple plum-shaped head as if it were savoring a giant lollipop. My other hand caressed Jim's bloated nut sack. His balls were so big they reminded me of the two large eggs I scrambled for breakfast that morning! I just couldn't resist giving them a gentle squeeze."
"That did it. Jim bellowed like a wounded bull and his tool began jerking violently, pointing skyward. A geyser of white semen blasted forth and shot all the way to the ceiling. It hung there like a stalactite for a moment before the force of gravity caused the giant glob to return to earth. The scalding load landed on my forehead and slowly oozed down my face before dropping from my chin into the valley of my breasts. Jim's horse-like cock continued to pulse and spew. I tried my best to control it with both hands, but it was like wrestling with an one-eyed anaconda! That huge dick looked like an out-of-control fire hose as it twisted and writhed, filling the air with showers of thick pearly droplets interspersed with long streamer-like ropes. It seemed like the blizzard outside had found its way into our room!"
"I couldn't tell you how long this lasted, but when the 'storm' finally subsided I was drenched in sticky male protein and the room was a mess! There were traces of cum everywhere: on the wall, the desk, the lampshades, the curtains, the bedspread, the carpet, and of course the ceiling!"
"Jim's knees buckled and he slumped to the floor with a look of tremendous relief on his face. I grabbed his towel and wiped the slime from my face and hands, then went to the phone and informed our companions that we would be a few minutes late for dinner. They agreed to wait for us in the bar downstairs. As soon as Jim regained his composure, we got the extra towels from the bathroom and cleaned up the room as best we could. Then the two of us retired to the shower to wash away the remnants of his untimely (but long overdue!) ejaculation."
"We had a marvelous dinner with our friends and enjoyed several drinks in front of the lodge's huge fireplace before turning in. When we got back to our room, the air inside was still heavy with the earthy scent of semen. It was the aroma of pure testosterone, and inhaling it made me horny as hell! Soon we were between the sheets and much to my surprise (and delight!) Jim still had enough lead in his pencil to fuck me royally. I whimpered and moaned like a bitch dog in heat as he nailed my ass to the mattress. We heard loud cursing in the next room and the sound of angry knocking on the wall. But we didn't care because we were having a ball, so to hell with that Old Fart! Afterwards we both slept like babies."
"We awoke the next morning to a clear, bright, and beautiful winter day. The storm had spent itself during the night (just like Jim!) and deposited a fresh white coating of snow on the mountains. We couldn't wait to get back on the slopes.
After breakfast, we stopped by our room for a minute and found the housekeepers at work. The two young ladies chatted away in Spanish and seemed oblivious to our presence. One of the girls was examining an unsightly blob we had missed on the wall while her companion was busily stripping the bed. The little brown maid held one of the bed sheets to her nose and said something to her friend in a voice charged with sexual vibrato. The other girl laughed and they both looked at Jim with big smiles on their faces as they carried on their conversation. I don't know very much Spanish, but I did recognize 'huevos' and 'cajones', which they used frequently. It was obvious they had a pretty good idea what had happened in there the night before!"
"Yes, we had a great time that weekend!"
"Wow, what a fantastic story!" was Karla's breathless comment. "Just hearing about your wild winter weekend made my panties wet! Sounds to me like this Jim is a keeper, for sure! Are you planning to settle down with him?"
A dark cloud cast its shadow across Carol's pretty face. "Things are great, right now, but this won't last forever" she said, sadly. "Guys like him are few and far between, and very much in demand! When we spend the evening at his place, the phone never stops ringing. Old girlfriends call him up, wanting to get back together, if only for one night. What's worse is that the word has gotten around about him. Women he hasn't even met are always asking him for dates. Sooner or later he's going to grow tired of me and find a new place to hide his salami."
"Honey, isn't it a bit unrealistic to think you can keep a guy with his attributes all to yourself?" Karla said gently.
"Jim is still innocent in many ways. He considers himself a one-woman man, and I'm the one! It's my turn in the saddle and I'm going to ride this stallion for all he's worth! I won't share him with anyone, not even you, my dear!" Carol tossed her head in mock defiance.
"Possessive, aren't we? And I don't blame you one bit!" Karla sighed wistfully. "Still, I wish I could see Jim's magic wand for myself, just once, so I would know for sure whether or not you are exaggerating."
A mischievous smile played on Carol's lips and a devilish light burned in her eyes. "You know," she said slowly, "I think that could be arranged!"