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 Chapter 9 in the series about my young wife Heather.
   Story codes for this chapter; MMMf, mast.(fM), voy.
   Author niceneasy.  If desired, feedback/comments/suggestions to the
author at chjp1874@gmail.com
   I have lightly and tastefully photographically illustrated versions
(compliant with asstr guidelines) of some chapters in the `Heather' series,
on Microsoft Word and Adobe PDF files.  May post these later if I can ever
work out how to do it!  The author has no objection to reproduction of this
and other chapters in the series provided that acknowledgement of
authorship and the contact e-mail for feedback is given.
   Chapter 9.  THE COCK TO END ALL COCKS.  Heather aged 16 and 11 months.
Dogging for the last time - Heather gets a shock, but helps out a lonely
gentleman.
   A week or so later we thought we'd go to the car-park again, for a
little bit of excitement.  As it turned out, this was the last time we ever
went dogging - I think it was a case of `been there, done that; let's find
something else.' I won't go into details about most of the session, but it
was earlier in the evening than previously, with not so many there.  I
fucked young Heather outside the car this time, stretched across the
bonnet, on her back.  There were about eight to ten men and a couple of
women watching.  One of the men asked if he could shag her after I'd
finished in her; I said he couldn't, but I let him fondle her breasts and
rub her stiff clitoris as I porked her.  She liked that.  At the same time,
she kissed with a third man as I fucked her and squirted sperm right up
into her teenage womb.
   After we'd finished, as my wife and I tidied up our clothes the watchers
moved away to another part of the car-park.  All except one, that is - an
older man who'd been standing a little further back than the others.  He
stepped forward, and I could see that he was very distinguished-looking,
with greying hair, and immaculately well-dressed; he had on a silk scarf
and mohair coat.  He had a bearing and presence about him that put him a
cut above the people that we had hitherto seen at our dogging sessions.  He
spoke to me, somewhat nervously but in an extremely refined accent and
voice.
   "Erm, I was wondering if your lovely wife - I see she has a
wedding-ring; she is your wife, is she not?"
   "She certainly is."
   "Do you think that she would possibly consider helping me out?"
   Heather hissed at me "I'm not letting him fuck me!"
   He heard her.  "Oh, no, my dear, I wouldn't ask that of you.  In any
case, that wouldn't be possible."
   I was intrigued.  "Why ever not?"
   He stepped up close to us.  "Well, this is why not" he said, and opened
his coat.  My wife gasped, and I could hardly believe what I was seeing. 
Jutting straight up out of his open fly was the most gigantic cock
imaginable.  It looked like something out of a Japanese sex cartoon or
hentai movie, in which the relevant body-parts are always double-sized. 
But this was no cartoon or hentai cock; it was real.  It was about a foot
long and the thickness of a man's forearm.  In fact, a cock like a forearm
would have been an apt description.
   "Good god" I exclaimed.  "You must be really proud of that!"
   A sad look flitted across his face.  "Proud?  You must be joking.  It's
an absolute curse.  What's the use of having a penis that no woman can take
inside her?"
   "Oh, you poor thing!" gushed Heather.  "Have you really never found a
woman who could take it?"
   "Well, there were a couple a long time ago when I was a young man.  But
they wouldn't stay with me as having intercourse with me hurt them so much.
It's grown even bigger since then."
   "So what do you do, then?" I queried.
   "Well, my housekeeper is very accommodating when I'm at home - she
masturbates me.  She's a lovely lady, about 40.  She and her daughter live
in a cottage in the grounds of my house.  Sometimes she brings her daughter
over and her daughter masturbates me and lets me fondle her breasts and
between her legs."
   "How old's her daughter?" Heather asked.
   "I'm not sure -she's still at school, though - I think she's about
fourteen." He looked pleadingly at her.  "Watching such a lovely young
woman as you pleasuring a man has made me so hard that it hurts.  Once it
gets this hard, it just won't go down by itself.  I wonder, could I
possibly prevail upon you to masturbate me until I come, so that it can go
down?"
   My wife was clearly intrigued by the idea.  "Well, I suppose I could"
she ventured.  She stepped closer to him and tentatively touched his
monster cock.  He groaned, and said "Do you mind if I lean against your car
- my penis takes so much blood when I get an erection this hard that I it
makes me feel a little light-headed."
   "I'm not surprised!" I chortled.  "Feel free."
   He leaned back against the passenger door.  He was uncircumcised, and
the head of his cock glistened with moisture.  I caught a whiff of what I
had no doubt was very expensive after-shave lotion.  Heather lightly
brushed her fingers over the damp tip, and he took a sharp intake of
breath. She placed her hand just below the head, and started to try to wank
him.  As her hand only went halfway round it wasn't particularly
successful.
   "I think you're going to have to use both hands" I suggested, enjoying
the lewd sight of my wife trying to wank a totem-pole of a cock.  She
joined her hands together (they just about went around it), and started to
rub up and down.  She soon built up a good rhythm, and had the man gasping
and panting.  I didn't think it would take long, which was just as well, as
Heather was starting to breathe heavily with the effort.  As it was still
daylight I asked him if he minded if I took a photo of her masturbating
him. "Ah - yes - certainly" he murmured.  "But not my face." I quickly got
the camera out of the car and got a couple of lovely lewd shots of her 16
year-old hands around his outsize knob .
   Suddenly he gasped "It's coming - don't stop - please don't stop!"
Heather valiantly increased her tempo, and the man let a long
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh" as the first spurt of his spunk shot about a foot
into the air and splashed down on her still-pumping hands, so small in
comparison with his monster cock.  She jerked out two more thick jets from
his balls, which together with the first shot, covered her hands and slid
down his cock.
   Heather stopped pumping and smiled at him as she gently rubbed the sperm
all over his cock.  "Oh, thank you, thank you!" he gasped.  "You have a
real talent for masturbation." I opened the car door and invited him to sit
down, and passed him some tissues that we keep in the car.  He started to
clean up his cock, but my wife said "Here, let me" and tenderly wiped all
the sperm off his softening prick, which even when it had gone completely
soft was still considerably bigger than mine when erect.
   We chatted for about ten minutes, and he told us more about himself. 
His name was Robert, and he was a Crown Court judge.  His home was actually
in Surrey, and he went out on circuit to various Crown Courts in the
country, staying at judges' lodgings during each period on circuit.  He
told us that the court service supplied a housekeeper/cleaner, cook and
butler for the duration of each appointment!  He was staying at the
lodgings for our area, but only for one more night as the last in the
series of cases that he had tried had ended on that day.  He offered, by
way of thanks, to invite us out for a top-class meal during his next
appointment to the local circuit, and we exchanged contact details.  He
left a very happy man, all thanks to Heather's compassion and talent for
wanking cocks!  She was very taken with him, clearly being a gentleman of
great refinement and courtesy, unlike anyone she'd ever met before at her
very young age.  
  
Heather Ch.9 (age 16)