Penis Obsession: She Can’t Get Enough

By Emma Jones

"Carol could remember how it had all started though it had not been a conscious or intentional thing on her part - at least at first. It was certainly slightly unusual for a fairly young woman to find herself with the penis of a naked seventy year old man, playing with it almost as if it was her own and waiting patiently for a little pre-cum to seep up and form a clear little bubble of fluid on the very end of his organ. And it was not even as if she had been undressed herself. She could not help the playing - and she just loved to see that little indication of the success of her handiwork. And of course being seventy his was not the hairline trigger of the eighteen year old or even the twenty-eight. It took quite a bit of work to coax that first sign of an ejaculation and even more to bring about the full event. Carol was very happy with that - it gave her more time to play."

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Emma Jones
• Release date: Feb 16, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005483036

Emma Jones

I am a freelance erotic writer who loves writing stories under various genres of erotica

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Penis Obsession: She Can’t Get Enough

By Emma Jones

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old or above. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Chapter 1: Spare Cock

Chapter 2: The Obsession

Chapter 3: Sex Play with Her Neighbour

Chapter 4: Rubber Copies

Chapter 5: The Mating

Chapter 1: Spare Cock

It was not that Carol did not love her husband - she did, and passionately, what was more. It was not she did not enjoy their lovemaking together - it was always furious and successful: successful in the sense she enjoyed it immensely and it virtually always resulted in an orgasm for her. It was not as if she wanted to cheat on her husband - indeed in her eyes she had not done that at all. The trouble was Mike did not slow down; he was not really one for too much foreplay or just sitting together quietly playing; he did not let her do what she really wanted to do which was play with his cock; if she started doing just that he would move very quickly to full intercourse. There was nothing wrong with that and there might, on the way, still be some pretty exciting if short lived, hand work. There was also no doubt, no question, that he enjoyed and was very good at going down on her but, the fact remained, he did not let her simply play with his penis. And that was sort of why she started visiting her next door neighbour.

Carol could remember how it had all started though it had not been a conscious or intentional thing on her part - at least at first. It was certainly slightly unusual for a fairly young woman to find herself with the penis of a naked seventy year old man in her hand, playing with it almost as if it was her own and waiting patiently for a little pre-cum to seep up and form a clear little bubble of fluid on the very end of his cock. And it was not even as if she had been undressed herself. She could not help the playing - and she just loved to see that little indication of the success of her handiwork. And of course being seventy his was not the hairline trigger of the eighteen year old or even the twenty-eight. It took quite a bit of work to coax that first sign of an ejaculation and even more to bring about the full event. Carol was very happy with that - it gave her more time to play.

It was not as if she had intercourse with her neighbour: that was not to say she had not guided his erect and enthusiastic organ into a vagina, but it had just not been her own. She had not cheated on her husband - well not really. She had just played with her neighbour's penis as he fucked another. That had been something else again.

Matthew Roland Girrson was a man of advanced years but still fit and active. Years in the army had kept him in trim and he had not let up on that when he came out, he had worked hard at subsequent jobs, mostly in the Far East, and his frugal habits, military precision and the climate had kept him in shape. Of course his face revealed his travels - sun leathered and lined and so did much of his body but it was firm and still manly. No paunch, no running to seed: as tough as old boots, you might say.

Carol had always, as long as she could remember been fascinated by penises. She could even remember as a little girl wanting one. All her brothers had one - of course - only she didn't. The youngest of five and the only girl, she had grown up in a household where the family were not much bothered about being naked in front of each other, she had bathed often enough with her brothers and with her daddy and she had been so envious of her brothers and her daddy having a willy when she didn't. Mummy had not had one either of course and, again, she could remember thinking that was not right and how much better Mummy would have been with a willy. She could even remember her Mummy's puzzlement when she had drawn a picture of her with breasts and a willy.

And of course she had been jealous of how easy boys found taking a leak. So much easier - however silly having a willy looked.

There had been nothing sexual in all of that - just a bit of penis envy but puberty had changed things. It was not really that in her mid teens she had wanted a willy swinging away between her thighs - hardly with her breasts growing the way they had and the tight jeans she had favoured - though she had certainly fantasised on the idea, about waking up one morning with a willy as well as all her proper bits, indeed just like the phrase in 'Star Wars' of having a 'fully operational' penis - but her interest had taken a particular turn as she had grown sexually. Not just a teenage girl's interest in boys but an exceptional interest in the penis per se. Again, this had not meant she wanted to be a man or have a penis: far from it. Carol was very happy being a woman, thank you very much, she just had a rather strong interest in penises - she just wanted to play with them. Even now she could not quite get over how they changed - how they grew, how they metamorphosed from a little fleshy wobbly thing into something so firm and sometimes so big. And it was not surprising, given her interest, that 'big' was what she particularly liked.

Nonetheless, Carol was (almost) as happy with a soft cock to play with. Sometimes, most often when he had gone quickly to sleep, Carol would lie in bed with the bedside light on and play with Mike's soft, perhaps recently ejaculated cock. He would not often let her play with it like that when he was awake - of course. Either he would bound to full erection and expect to be blown or to fuck or he would say it was too sensitive after intercourse and he was no longer 'interested' (for the moment anyway). With Mike asleep Carol had his penis to herself, her own penis to play with - well she was married to Mike so it was really half hers anyway!

She would stare at it lying on her husband's thigh, perhaps still weeping a little and leaving a little translucent pool there on his skin. He slept naked so it was easily on show. Carol might lift the penis a little and let it drop back, splash, into the pool. The little pink head poking out of the brown wrinkled foreskin all puckered up around the glans and lying there in its own pool of fluid. Perhaps she might then roll the foreskin back down and reveal the whole wet, sticky head - the one that, not many minutes before, had been well inside her, firm and seeking, before the sweet little eye had opened and all that wonderful stuff had come out. She would rub it gently around in the pool spreading it across Mike's skin. She might lift it up and stare eye to eye at her penis. A quick squeeze and a little bubble of semen might still form if there was any left in the urethra - a small ejaculation made by her alone. It made her tingle - she knew it was a little odd!

She would play with the penis, holding it up in the air and whispering for it to 'stand firm' - but of course it could not and did not and instead just flopped down. It was a great game. Other times she would have conversations with it; her two thumbs either side of its opening making the urethral opening open and shut like a mouth talking. It told her all sorts of naughty things about what it would like to do that Mike would never have told her about - indeed did not know about! She made up adventures it might do if it could - naughty adventures in the panties of some of her friends, unusual places it might like to shoot its stuff, even making friends with other penises. Carol would be horrified if Mike had had a homosexual fling with another man but she was quite happy for her penis to be friendly with others in her imagination, preferably if they were under her direction and