Chapter 13

Danny

Danny just turned 79 when he arrived at Carter Court. He was a tall six-footer, pleasant and affable, qualities the women at Carter Court cherished. He had also earned the nickname of Moose from the ladies, not because of his height but because of the bulge in his pants. They all agreed in the privacy of conversation that he was "hung" or "well endowed." Marie was the first to confirm this. She struck up a friendship with Danny in the early weeks of his arrival. Danny was agreeable and eager for friendship as he was lonely for companionship. He invited Marie in for a cocktail one evening, and as the evening progressed, so did the intimacies. Marie felt the huge bulge in Danny's pants and anticipated a large swollen cock that would delight her. What she saw and got, however, was beyond belief. Danny was more than endowed. She unbuckled his pants and slid off his shorts to find a huge twelve-inch cock with a two and a half inch radius. She couldn't believe her eyes. Danny, sensitive to her plight, told her the story of his life. His wife of many years could never take his cock. 
	Once, when they tried it, it drew blood from the pressure of the attempted entry. They immediately recognized a problem for their marriage. Counseling was their only recourse and, since they loved one another, they compromised in their sexual acts. There was always a lot of foreplay, his wife massaging his abundant testicles and huge cock, he sucking her cunt with another one of his endowments, a large bulbous tongue. At first, their marriage suffered and they even talked of a friendly divorce. They also talked of sexual compromise, Danny suggesting that she have another man, she suggesting that Danny have another woman. For his wife, this might have worked. For Danny, however, his large cock was a problem to any woman. Danny even tried it with another man once. But having his cock sucked posed problems since it was difficult to get it into anyone's mouth. In the end, Danny settled into a life of masturbation and fondling. He learned early to warn women of his size and hope that they would understand and settle into a loving posture, excluding penetration. 
	Strange as it may seem, Danny fell into a comfortable role of exhibitionism, brought on at Carter Court by Marie's recounting of the story of Danny's cock. After that, every woman in Carter Court sought out Danny for viewing. The strangest of all these encounters was with Cynthia. Danny saw Cynthia and loved her, and Cynthia saw Danny and loved him. Sex had nothing to do with it. They sensed an immediate rapport and it wasn't long before they were together most of the day. The size of Danny's bulge did not go unnoticed by Cynthia, but, oddly, she wasn't fearful of her smallness. She sensed some new beginning. Danny, too, recognized Cynthia's smallness. And oddly enough, his thoughts were elsewhere, as if, he, too, sensed a new beginning. Smiles were rife at Carter Court when their relationship began, everyone agreeing that, once Cynthia saw Danny's cock, it would end. When, to everyone's surprise it didn't end, in fact, strengthened, a bewildered Carter Court conjured wildly disparate theories of their relationship. One gal suggested that Cynthia had had an operation and that her cunt was big enough to, literally, take a horse's cock. Another suggested that Cynthia's ass was the focus of Danny's attention, she being very sure that sphincter muscles expand to such a degree as to take sizes twice that of Danny's. There was also the celibate explanation. Someone decided that each agreed to remain celibate for the rest of his/her days. And, of course, whatever the explanations, none had hit the mark. The explanation was simple. It was ironic that Cynthia's smallness had prepared her for a life of creative sex and Danny's hugeness and frustration was to become fertile ground for creative exploration for two persons who meant a lot to one another and felt comfortable in each other's psyche and presence.
	Their relationship began slowly with simple adoration of one another. This led to the quiet of physical touch and nudity. There was never a mad rush to fulfillment and orgasm. It was as if every act of their life was an interlude, foreplay. It began with the simple act of adoration of Danny's cock. Cynthia would lie with her head on Danny's stomach and fondle and kiss his testicles and cock. She would blow the warm air on the head of Danny's cock, kiss it, her tongue roving gently under the glans, her lips tasting the sweet emanations dripping from the fat and thick head of his cock. Her hands moved lovingly over the gray hairs of Danny's stomach and thighs. At other times, Cynthia would let her lithe frame massage Danny's body. Her smallness was like a hand massaging his six foot four body. She would massage his feet, thighs, stomach, chest, and head with her stomach. When her cunt would arrived at Danny's face, it would be greeted by Danny's bulbous tongue on which she would gyrate with her small but sensitive cunt. 
	Danny loved this playfulness, the warmth of Cynthia's body sending a shiver through his own. Cynthia was so small in stature that Danny could, in reality, pick her up in the palm of one hand and move her at will. He did just that in these playful moments. She would lie still on his stomach and he would grasp her hips and slide her up and over his entire body as one would with a towel after taking a shower. Cynthia delighted in Danny's strength and stiffened on these manipulations so that Danny could feel her body pressing on his. 
	Cynthia's adoration of Danny was total. She spent hours just lying at his feet, kissing his feet, toes, and ankles. In these moments, she would go no higher than his knee. But the sensuality of this foot fetish brought ecstasy to Danny. When it was not his feet, she would have him lie on his stomach and give full attention to his ass, asshole, and testicles. As with his feet, she would linger here for hours, probing with her tongue, her lips, and her hands. She grew so adept at penetrating his asshole with her tongue that he would not infrequently have an orgasm. At these moments, she would catch the cum in the palm of her hand, raise up to have their heads and mouths meet, offer her hand of cum, in which they would both partake, eating and tasting and kissing each other deeply. There was never any revulsion in their sexuality. Instead, there was total commitment to each other in ways each had never experienced. 
	Danny's love of Cynthia was equally intense. He would return these favors. He would lie with his outstretched body between Cynthia's legs, his face and tongue exploring the region of her stomach and her vagina. His big, bulbous tongue would roam freely between her legs, around her vagina and stomach, into her cunt. His gentle hands would massage her breasts and face simultaneously. With Cynthia in a fetal position, Danny would probe her cunt and her asshole for hours. He always coupled this with his big cock massaging the exterior of her vagina and vulva, never penetrating, just massaging. At these moments, Cynthia could watch and admire the fullness of Danny's big cock sliding, tickling, massaging her wet and sensitive clitoris. 
	Danny loved these moments, too. It's not that he hadn't done this before. He had, with his wife.  But with Cynthia, it was different. Her smallness, her petiteness, her frailty, the hugeness of his cock combined to create a tension he never experienced before with anyone, including his wife. Danny came at these moments, too. And, as before, Cynthia's hand would gather his cum which they would share in a loving embrace. They tried other techniques. Danny would kneel over Cynthia's stomach and, after massaging her breasts with Vaseline, insert his dick between her tits. Cynthia would press them together tightly. Danny, then, would fuck her tits. Cynthia liked this position because the nipples of her breast came to life, excruciatingly sensitive to Danny's thrusts. Watching his cock move in and out allowed her to fantasize its movement in and out of her cunt as if he were fucking her. Above all, Danny's size allowed her to suck his cock as it went in and out of her tits. She enjoyed the spurt of Danny's cum as he shot into her mouth and face. It would hit with ferocity and splatter over her lips and chin, after which they would embrace and kiss, both enjoying the taste of his cum. Every part of Cynthia's anatomy got fucked. Her armpits got fucked. Her feet could cradle Danny's cock and bring him to orgasms. 
	One position they both liked because it brought them into close proximity to one another was the "between the legs" technique. Danny would lie on his back while Cynthia would accept his hard cock between her legs. Her lightness allowed her to move freely, her legs wrapped tightly around his hard, throbbing cock. She moved in such a way that Danny's hard cock massaged her cunt and asshole in the same movement a violinist used in stroking his bow. This seesaw motion of Danny's cock over her cunt and asshole led to exquisite orgasms. One alternate of this technique was to have Danny kneel behind Cynthia's slightly elevated ass, and stroke her asshole and cunt in a downward motion. Her sphincter and her clitoris could be massaged into an incredible sensitivity that brought intense orgasms to Cynthia. The one crucible in all this experimentation, however, was Danny's enormous, bulbous, and flexible tongue. He could constrict it and narrow it to enter Cynthia's small cunt with ease. He could fatten it to massage the labia and clitoris.  He could alternate between these two. 
	As time went on, they both began to notice a slight but important change in Cynthia's vaginal opening. It began to relax; it began to enlarge. And as they continued their probing, Danny's fat two and half-inch cock began to sink deeper into Cynthia's labia. It was minuscule, at first, but exciting. They so loved one another that they wanted that oneness, that union that came from penetration. At first, only the head of Danny's cock entered Cynthia. But its width stretched Cynthia's cunt wide and, more importantly, rubbed tight over the clitoris. The tightness, the penetration, the rhythmic movement of their hips excited each in indescribable ways. And each orgasm in this way became more intense. Danny remained, above all, sensitive to his size and let Cynthia's hips and movement control the depth of the penetration. After the head of Danny's hard cock found a home in Cynthia's hot cunt, subsequent encounters had Cynthia probing further. It was an inch-by-inch progression and an inch-by-inch ecstasy, each inch indicating a new plateau of orgasmic intensity. 
	After six months of this experimentation, both sensed an apotheosis occurring. Then it happened. In the heat of a lengthy afternoon of loving, Cynthia moved toward the ultimate union of Danny's long, hard cock and her hot, wet cunt. She wrapped her legs around Danny's waist and pressed his hips into her. His hard cock sensed the excitement and plunged deeper and deeper into Cynthia's small, tight, and, now, hot cunt. And then came the climax. Cynthia's tight cunt accepted all of Danny's hard twelve-inch cock and the rhythm began. It was a slow fuck, the fullness of Danny's twelve inches dipping totally into Cynthia, withdrawing, dipping, withdrawing, and dipping. That slow and deliberate fuck sent shivers through Cynthia's entire body. She felt Danny inside her and that oneness she had always craved. Danny, too, was in control of the fuck of his life. Cynthia's tight cunt milked his hard cock for all its juices. He could feel the excitement building in his enormous testicles as they hit Cynthia's asshole in the downward thrust of his cock. It seemed like an hour of ecstasy. But it was only minutes before both Cynthia and Danny felt their muscles tightening, readying for the final thrust and the final ecstasy. They exploded together. Danny shot with a new intensity, bathing the inside of Cynthia's cunt with his hot, milky cum. Cynthia felt the walls of her vagina contracting and spilling its own juices. It was as if two giant rivers met, intermingling and spewing from Cynthia's cunt. Their screams intensified the drama of this moment, each pressing the other to come again and again. 
	Drained, they lay entangled, Cynthia tightening her legs around Danny's hips, her vaginal muscles contracting to milk Danny's cock, to savor long this happy and ecstatic moment. They lay this way a long time, both Cynthia's cunt and Danny's cock locked in unity. After a half hour of silent meditation over this fuck of fucks, both made a feeble attempt to speak. But they could only sigh in unison, and kiss, a long deep kiss that seemed to punctuate this memorable event in their lives. Then they fell into a deep sleep, still entwined but side by side.

                               

                         

