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  Toj (Part 2)

  by tre angel

  WARNING! Very Explicit!

  The content is suitable for an adult audience only.

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright 2012 tre angel

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  Toj is just a regular guy, big’ish belly and balding … the sort of guy most fit birds would not give a second look at … but he has something very special which turns all of that on its head … he has a massive ELEVEN INCH COCK!

  Coupled with his cocky (excuse the pun!) and funny sense of humour Toj gets some incredible action with truly gorgeous girls … we’re talking the seriously attractive kind!

  This book is dedicated to all of you, who like me, wish to get away from all the stresses of life and totally chill out with a humorous, fruity (its very explicit!) and in parts educational read.

  In this second part Toj has a career change and all is well, plenty of fucking horny shagging until he stumbles across something which leads him into a situation totally out of his depth. How is he going to get out of this one?

  Enjoy!

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1 - TOJ (cont’d)

  Chapter 2 - MRS STEVE

  Chapter 3 - ZARA’S

  Chapter 3 - DONNA

  Chapter 4 - THE NEXT DAY

  Chapter 5 - WHO’S THE …

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  TOJ (cont’d)

  (cont’d from Part 1) … just feather her feet with my lips, not kissing but just the slightest touch. I started under her feet and slowly moved to the top of her feet then gently lifting myself back onto the bed I did this up her left leg, just barely touching her skin with my lips, I could feel her goose bumps and she started to breath heavier. As I reached the top of her leg she opened them slightly, I gently kissed the inside of her left thigh and moved across to her right thigh getting so close to her sweet place she could feel my breath there but not touching. From her inside right thigh I moved down her right leg to her feet.

  ‘Turn over’ I said softly.

  She turned over and I again just feathered the backs of both legs with my lips. As I reached the top of her legs I gently pushed them together and moved my gentle soft lips through her perfectly formed bum and into the small of her back. At no time did I touch anything sensual. She was really getting turned on and every now and again I heard a soft gasp from her. I moved up her back slowly and gently with my lips, not laying on her, just hovering my body above her holding my weight with my arms either side of her. Every now and again my extremely hard cock touched her skin. I gently kissed her back and once again I could feel her goose bumps. As I reached her neck I was now straddled across her.

  ‘Turn over’

  She slowly turned beneath me, I kissed her lips gently then her neck and moved down between around her breasts and very, very close to her extremely hard nipples without actually touching them. Her gentle gasps were now heavier and her body was grinding and totally gagging for it. I moved down her body gently feathering my lips over her belly and then lower … she fully opened for me. I gently placed my tongue on her pussy which was absolutely soaking and gently licked her love button, not frantically, just slowly with the flat of my tongue … she came almost immediately and was now totally out of control. I pulled my cock up between her legs and just entered her about an inch, I moved my cock in and out about an inch stroking the other sweet spot just inside with the end of my cock … she came again, I pulled my cock out and once again licked her love button this time slightly harder but with the same action … she came again. I moved my cock back inside her about an inch … she came again and as she came this time I pushed my cock right in … this time she almost screamed … I lifted myself up and looked at her incredible body then lifted her legs either side of my neck and fucked her hard deep stick fashion … as I was about to come I slowed down virtually to nothing and just let my come move though my cock slowly … she could feel my cock pulsating as I come deep inside her … fucking amazing!

  Rachael was … well exhausted … we huddled together, slipped under the covers and fell asleep.

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  MRS STEVE

  No … it’s not a geezer and I’m not a shirt lifter … not that I have any problems with poofta’s … there’s loads of them on the buses and I’m good mates with quite a few of them … if you ever want to have a good night out, I’m talking great fun, then find a bunch of poofta’s and go out on the town with them … love it … just so much fun … brilliant!

  Mrs Steve is the ex wife of Steve who drove up by van to the gig stopping off along the way to visit her and his kids.

  So, as mentioned, there was no way I was flying back … no way! I asked Steve if I could drive back with him and of course help him out with some of the driving. Initially he was a little uncomfortable with this as he was again stopping over at his ex wife’s on the way back, he didn’t see much of his two kids so he was looking forward to spending some more quality time with them and I sensed he didn’t particularly want me there. I had to come clean with him about the flying and promised to keep well out of the way (he was staying the night there). He called his ex – Sara is her name – and she too reluctantly agreed. I felt awful, he didn’t get a lot of time with the kids and the last thing he wanted was me in the way, but I was no way getting on that fucking plane, eventually he agreed and I promised him again I would stay well out of the way whilst we were there.

  Sara and his kids live in a small village about two hours away from Newcastle. On the road Steve told me what happened with his marriage and how Sara and him just drifted apart mainly due to the late nights and the fact that Steve was fucking one of the bar maids didn’t help. Sara met someone herself and moved to where she lives now, her and this bloke split up but she loves where she lives and the kids love their school and all in all she’s settled and wouldn’t move back. He told me they get on really well whenever he gets time to visit … just friends though. And, of course he loves spending time with his kids.

  We arrived, a really quaint little village, I could see the attraction Sara had with it. Her house was a three bed semi, an older type of property with mature flowers and just really pretty. Steve pulled up onto the drive and we both got out, the door opened and his two kids ran towards him, they hugged and walked into the house, I followed behind. Sara welcomed me and after some chit chat she showed me to my room. I had the small box room, it’s actually the room Steve usually sleeps in but they had agreed between themselves it would be better if I had it and Steve would sleep on the couch, that way they could both have a chin wag together before bedtime and also the kids could see him in the morning without me being in the way, works for me I thought.

  I decided to tell them I was a bit tired and would have a lie down in my room, I wasn’t really but I didn’t want to intrude too much on them.

  About an hour and a half past and Sara tapped on my door.

  ‘You awake?’ she asked.

  ‘Yes, thank you’

  ‘Dinner is ready’

  ‘Oh, great, lovely, thank you, give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be down’

  I had a quick splash in the bathroom and went down to dinner.

  A full roast was waiting for me, the works, beef, roast potatoes, roast parsnips, veg, horse radish, if it tastes as awesome as it smelt I was going to really enj
oy this … and I did … followed by jam roly poly and custard … best grub I had eaten in ages … wow!

  I joined in the conversation over dinner when it was appropriate but mainly left all the chat to Steve and his family. What I did notice though was Sara is a very pretty girl, she speaks nice, was dressed nice and was a genuinely … well, a nice bird. You’ve ballsed this one up Steve I thought, two lovely kids and a lovely wife who is a great cook, obviously keeps her home nice and very pretty with it … all in all what I would call perfect wife material.

  After dinner we all sat in the lounge, Steve was playing with the kids and Sara and I watched the TV. About 8 ‘ish I needed a dump, now most of the time my dumps don’t smell too much but we had sprouts with our dinner and sprouts always give me wind with the very, very stinky farts … always! So, a good dump would hopefully shift any wind and avoid those embarrassing farts … well that was my theory anyway.

  Sara was in the kitchen making a cup of tea and Steve was playing with the kids so I crept up to the loo without making any fuss. I closed the loo door behind and for some reason didn’t notice there was no lock which was just about to cause me a huge problem.

  I pulled down my jeans, sat and had a really nice shit, whilst there I started to think about Rachael and the incredible session we had and my cock started to get hard. I decided the longer I took in the bog was less time to get in the way of happy families downstairs, so fuck it I had a wank. Now wanking is something I don’t do often (honest!) but I just felt like one. So, by now I had my cock very hard and was just starting to get to the best bit and …

  ‘ooohhhh … sorry!!! … sorry, I didn’t know you were in here’ said Sara as she opened the loo door.

  I was speechless just sitting there with my trousers around my ankles and a full hard on.

  Sara, in my opinion for what it’s worth, stared at my cock for what I would say was five seconds longer than your regular embarrassing moment. Now I’m no expert on this stuff but I would say an instant withdrawal from the situation would have been the norm, two seconds tops would have been acceptable … but five seconds (you count it out yourself in your head or even stare at the second hand for five seconds, it’s quite long) was interesting.

  Sara closed the door.

  I abandoned the wank.

  I went downstairs, Steve was still in the lounge and Sara was in the kitchen finishing making the tea. I walked into the kitchen.

  ‘S O R R Y’ I mouthed to her.

  She didn’t speak but was definitely flushed and looked into my eyes and gently smiled.

  ‘Can I help with the tea?’ I asked.

  ‘Yes, if you could take this one, I’ll carry the other two cups in’ she replied.

  We both went back into the lounge with the teas.

  ‘Tea up’ I said to Steve.

  ‘Ah, cheers mate’ he replied.

  We all sat watching the TV drinking our Tea. Sara kept glancing over to me making sure Steve could not see, I glanced back.

  About 9 o’clock Sara told the kids it was time for bed. This was much later than usual but allowed as Steve was there. Steve put the kids to bed as he always does when he visits. Sara stayed downstairs with me in the lounge and constantly glanced at me, I returned the glance and held it until she looked away, nothing was said. This happened for the rest of the evening, it was extremely arousing but I controlled my cock.

  Just before midnight Sara said she was ready for bed, Steve agreed and I did too.

  I left the room as Sara and Steve prepared his bed on the couch. I used the bathroom to freshen up, cleaned my teeth and gave my cock a good wash … well, you never know, do you!

  I must have been wacked as the next thing I knew it was about three ‘ish in the morning, the reason I knew this is because my bedroom door quietly opened and Sara came into my room, I could see the time on the clock next to my bed and the next thing Sara was sliding into my bed. It was a single so not much room. I always sleep nude and she was too having removed her nighty just before she got in. She put her soft fingers against my lips and whispered.

  ‘Quiet … don’t speak’

  We were lying side by side, she kissed me and started to wank me slowly. With that she lifted her leg over me and put my now very hard and pumped massive cock inside her very wet pussy. Once in I pushed it in the rest of the way and fucked her in that side by side position. I could feel her deep breaths on me as I was fucking her. We didn’t speak and the only noise was the faintest sound of her breath as it was desperately trying to remain silent but every so often uncontrollably became more vocal. She was extremely turned on, as I was. It was a slow but very horny fuck. I started to use my finger on her love button whilst fucking her, this took her to the next level. I could sense she hadn’t been fucked for a while. She pressed her face and mouth into my neck to drown the sound of her heavy breath as she came. I could feel myself ready to come and she could sense this too.

  ‘Take it out’ she whispered

  I took it out and she started to wank me. I got the impression she didn’t want me to come up her but couldn’t help herself and as I was almost ready to come she pushed me onto my back and eased her pussy back onto my cock. She moved slowly back and forth on my cock rubbing herself until she came again. I was now at the point of no return … I came up her, absolutely loads of it and as I came I had this incredible sensation run through my whole body, I can’t explain how it felt … well all I can think of was … special … yes, special … loving … amazing … spiritual … and somehow I knew she felt it too.

  We gently kissed and Sara quietly left the room. I drifted off to sleep.

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  ZARA’S

  Plural? There’s two of them? No, Zara’s is a nightclub. I stayed with the band for about a year and then had an offer of a job at a swanky nightclub down on the coast. It meant moving away from my home town but it was a great opportunity for me and the money was good too … £60K a year’ … five grand a month! For that my job was two fold, I was the regular host and singer and also assistant manager to the club. The assistant managers position came up about six weeks into the job when my predecessor was sacked for fiddling … not money … the girls, he was a bit of a perv and eventually got caught out, Zara sacked him.

  Zara and I got on really well (no funny stuff) and she trusted me, plus I had also shown my prowess with my ‘one punch’ method one night when things got out of hand with a bunch of lary geezers. I jumped off the stage in the middle of a song to sort out a bunch of tossers that had been pissing everyone off all night. Zara was happy to let them get on with it as they were spending fortunes but then they pushed it too far and Zara approached them to try and cool them down a bit. They were having none of it and got far too friendly man handling her, that was when I decided enough was enough and waded into them. I went straight for the loudest one who was obviously the ‘head of the tribe’ … WHACK! Laid him sparko … the others didn’t feel in the mood for the same treatment, they picked their mate off the floor and left … that punch got me the assistant managers job … easiest interview I’ve ever had!

  The other neat thing about also being the assistant manager is I got the flat which is at the top of the building looking over the sea. Fantastic in the summer, I can lounge on the large balcony grabbing some rays watching all the chicks strolling up and down the promenade … aahhhh … it’s a hard life!

  Zara, who is unbelievably horny … a real sex goddess … I would in an instant, was aware of my awesome cock, rumours soon get around, but it did nothing for her as she was a lesbian … you wanna see some of the birds she pulls … fuck me … what a waste!

  All in all things were going great … a few quid in my sky rocket … still looking fit … now also getting a nice tan … great job … and fanny everywhere … what more could a man want! Well, a nice set of wheels would be the icing on the cake, something I have always wanted but could never afford. Look, I’m not loaded but very comfortable and decided it was time to t
reat myself … you know, the proverbial extension to the penis … fuck me, if it got any longer it would take so much blood with a hard on I would pass out … Brenda Jones once described it as a ‘Vim bottle with a sheeps heart on the end’! (sorry, Vim bottle, showing my age, ask around!).

  I decided to take a walk to the newsagent to browse the car ads. Instead of taking the short route I took the long route which meant strolling along the beach. It was a pleasantly warm day, the tide was in and this part of the beach was relatively quite. Along this part of the beach are the beach huts, little huts that people actually buy … and they’re not cheap either! Some go for fifteen and twenty grand!

  As I was strolling along I could hear voices from one of the huts I was approaching. It was a couple an as they moved in and out of the hut I could see the bird was very fit. In fact I think I recognised her … yes … it’s … oh, I know it’s one of the bargirls from the club. As I got closer they went back into the hut and the voices stopped. I thought nothing more of it and carried on to the newsagents.

  On the way back once again I could hear something as I passed that same hut. As I got closer it was very clear … he’s fucking giving her one … dirty, lucky bastard! I couldn’t resist and shuffled myself up the side of the hut where I could now clearly hear everything that was going on … ‘go on my son’ I said to myself as he was giving her some serious action. Funnily enough I didn’t hear her at all, just his grunting and thrusting … thirty seconds later he had obviously come with that last heavy grunt.

  Oh, well that made this walk quite interesting and I started to shuffle myself back from the side of the hut … shit … he’s coming out of the front door … bollocks … I don’t want to be caught as it would be obvious what I was doing … so I just stood totally still hoping he would get back inside so I could get the fuck out of there.