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"A "Hands-On" Woman"
   by James I. Miller


I was alone in the plush office of Marcie Brown, junior vice
president in charge of product development at Eros Tech, one of
the world's largest manufacturers of adult products.  When I had
scheduled this meeting a few weeks earlier, I had hoped that Eros
Tech might react to my invention a little more favorably.  Still,
Marcie had previously said that they WERE interested in the
U-Ball, just not yet sold on it.

As I looked around her office, I thought over my first
impressions of her.  She was a very attractive blonde, about 5'7"
and 120 lbs.  She appeared to be in her middle thirties, and to
have a good deal of common sense.  She conducted business in a
very serious manner, with herself always in control of any
discussion. I guess that was to be expected, she being a vice
president and all.  I was very impressed by her business
expertise and by the fact that, at a young age, she already had a
lot of influence at a large manufacturing company.

She came back into her office and said "Well, Mr. Miller, we all
agree that the test data you have provided to us is very
interesting.  But we're not quite ready to commit Eros Tech to
your invention."  She paused and looked at her watch, then
continued "It's already getting a little late. You'll be in town
at the Hamilton for at least the next couple of days, won't you?
(I nodded.) Good, that'll give us more time to consider your
proposal. When I leave here in a few minutes, I'm going out to
have an early dinner. If you'd like to come with me, we can
discuss your invention a little more over dinner."

"Thank you," I answered. "Yes, I'd like to go with you. And I'd
be glad to discuss my invention further."

"That's what we'll do then," she said. "Since we'll be sitting
down together to have dinner, I think we should be a little less
formal from now on.  Call me Marcie, and I'll call you Jim."  We
left together in her car to go to the restaurant.  We drove for
only a few minutes, then Marcie pulled into a luxury apartment
complex and parked in front of one of the apartments.  "I'm
picking up a friend, Cindy Stuart." explained Marcie. "She's
coming with us to dinner. I hope you don't mind." Marcie went
into the apartment for a moment, then came back with a beautiful
young woman, about the same size and shape as Marcie, but
brunette and seemingly about ten years younger. The young woman
got into the back seat behind me, and Marcie took her place in
the driver's seat. Marcie turned toward the younger woman and
said "Cindy, this is Jim Miller. He's in town for a few days to
discuss the invention that I told you about. Jim, this is my
friend, Cindy Stuart." Cindy and I exchanged greetings as we
shook hands over the back of my seat.  Then we were on our way to
the restaurant again.

"Mr. Miller." began Cindy. "Marcie has told me that you've
invented a new kind of condom for men."

"Please, call me Jim," I began, "and I'll call you Cindy, if
that's okay. No, that's not quite right.  My invention is not a
condom.  It's a sexual aid intended to help adults feel more
stimulation and get more pleasure from sexual intercourse.  It
probably does work effectively, though, as a method of birth
control and in preventing spread of diseases. Those benefits have
not yet been proven by long-term testing."

"When Marcie called it a condom, I thought I knew what it was.
Now, I don't have any idea WHAT it is.  But it does sound very
interesting. I don't know what Marcie has told you about me, but
sometimes I work for Eros Tech in testing new products. Is Eros
Tech going to test your invention for you?"

"I've already had a lot of testing done," I said, "and almost all
the people who have used it have been very pleased with it."

"The testing you've had done," said Marcie, "is fine, as far as
it goes. But there's more to testing than just finding out who
likes what. And there's really no substitute for in-house
testing."

Then we arrived at the restaurant.  As we ate, we talked about a
variety of things, none of which I can really remember now. 
After dinner we all went back to Cindy's apartment.  She fixed us
each a drink, and the conversation again turned to my invention.

"What made you come up with it?" Cindy asked.

"Well, there have been many times when I've needed to use a
condom for safe sex.  For me, though, if it means that I have to
use a condom, SAFE SEX SUCKS!! Condoms just interfere too much
with pleasure.  A lot of times, I can't even reach orgasm when
I'm using a condom.  The awful way that condoms decrease pleasure
made me start thinking about the possibility of INCREASING
pleasure.  I thought it would really be great to actually
increase pleasure, and maybe get at least some level of safe sex
benefit at the same time. Health professionals won't ever look
for anything better than a condom. They seem to think that if a
man doesn't fully enjoy sex when he's using a condom, then
there's something wrong with the man, not with the condom.
Besides, they don't give a damn about another man's pleasure. 
Eventually, I came up with the U-Ball."

"U-Ball...that's what you call it?" Cindy asked. (I nodded.) "Why
do you call it that?"

"Well, it's a little evacuated ball in the closed end of a very
short pouch made of latex rubber. The rubber pouch fits over just
the head of the penis, leaving the shaft totally uncovered.
Condoms have to cover the shaft to keep them on and to prevent
leaks. With the U-Ball, the internal air pressure is lowered. 
That's what makes the U-Ball special. Higher air pressure outside
holds the pouch on the head of the penis and holds the little
ball tightly against the urethral opening."

There was a brief pause, then, looking a little self conscious,
Cindy asked "I'm sorry ... the URETHRAL opening?"

"It's the hole at the end of the penis where the man's cum
squirts out."

"So I guess the full name is URETHRAL Ball," Cindy said
reflectively. "Well, considering what it's used for...why don't
you just call it a SCREW Ball?"

I smiled at her suggestion, then with a sigh I said "That WOULD
be a good name. But that name might be confused with something
else.  Besides, the name 'Screw Ball' couldn't be used in a
family discount store or anyplace like that.  Right now, the
U-Ball is sold only as a way to increase pleasure. It's available
on the internet at u-ball.com.  But eventually, after the safety
of the U-Ball and its effectiveness as part of safe sex have been
proven, the U-Ball should be sold everywhere that condoms can be
sold."

Then Marcie said "If Eros Tech decides to make and sell your
invention, we can work out a name later.  But you know, Jim, if I
turn the U-Ball over to our testing department, it will probably
be at least twelve months before they get around to any serious
testing. And then at least twelve months more before they would
be ready to discuss what they will call preliminary test
results."

I had not heard this discouraging timeframe forecast before.
"Damn!" I said. "Why should it take so long? It's a pretty simple
thing to test, really."

"That's just the way big companies like Eros Tech do it,"
shrugged Marcie. "They're terrified of some kind of liability.
Seems like some people just aren't willing to accept
responsibility for the choices they make, and they try to blame
some big company for any harm, thinking that it's a good way to
get rich. Sometimes, there might be a way to get around that kind
of testing, though."

"I'm for that!" I said. "How could we get around it?"

"Well," said Marcie, "I have enough influence at Eros Tech so
that, occasionally, I can commit the company to a new product
just on my say so alone, without going through all of the formal
testing. I have to use my clout very carefully, though, and very
rarely. If you could convince me that your U-Ball would be safe
and really increases pleasure, then I might be willing to commit
the company to its production and marketing just by signing off
on it."

"I know that it would be a safe, highly profitable product for
your company! What would be needed to convince you of its value?"
I said.

"I'm a very hands-on person," replied Marcie. "I don't just
accept whatever bullshit some supposed 'authority' might tell me.
 Too often, authorities turn out to be full of crap.  No, I
believe what I see for myself. Well, at least I believe what I
see when it makes sense to me.  If I could see a demonstration of
the U-Ball myself, and if I was impressed by it, then I might be
willing to put my job on the line. That's what I'm doing, really,
when I commit the company to a new product just on my say so."

"Well," I said, "that seems clear enough. How could we best
arrange for you to see a demonstration of the U-Ball in use?"

Marcie looked straight at me. She said, very matter-of-factly, "I
believe we have a good opportunity to do that right here,
tonight. I brought several of the U-Ball sample packs that you
sent to us with your initial submission. From time to time, as
she told you, Cindy has worked for us in field testing our
products, and she has expressed an interest in the testing of the
U-Ball."

"Yes, that's right." added Cindy. "Your invention sounds really
interesting to me, and I would like to be one of the first women
in the world to be fucked by a man using a U-Ball instead of a
condom." I was a little bit startled when this beautiful young
woman used the word "fucked". Up to then, we hadn't been using
words like that as we talked to each other.

"So you see, Jim." Marcie went on. "We can take care of the need
for testing right here tonight ... or, I can turn it over to our
testing department and let them fiddle around with it for a few
years."

For some reason I was having trouble realizing what Marcie was
suggesting. I spoke slowly, trying to think my way through an
embarrassing sort of thick mental fog. "You're saying that
(gulp!) you want to watch Cindy and I have sex while I'm using a
U-Ball. And...IF you're satisfied with the U-Ball's performance,
then you will commit Eros Tech to its development and marketing?"

"Yes," answered Marcie. "That's what I'm saying."

While I had been looking at Marcie and asking my dim-bulb
question, Cindy had slipped off her blouse and bra and let them
fall onto the couch. She took my right hand and placed it over
her left breast. Reflexively, I pressed my hand against her soft
flesh and gave it a firm squeeze. She moaned softly and pressed
her tit into my hand.

"Jim, I'm very attracted to you." she said. "And I think you're
attracted to me too, so let's do it. We can have some fun.
Besides, Marcie will pay me for doing it, and you'll get Eros
Tech to make and sell your U-Ball."

Cindy stood, opened the buttons and the zipper at the back of her
skirt, and let the skirt fall to the floor. Now wearing only her
heels and bikini panties, she turned around slowly in front of
me, showing off her full breasts, slender waist, and high,
shapely ass. She pulled me to my feet and helped me out of all my
clothes.  I had been working out at a gym at least two or three
times a week for the last two years. Cindy sighed with
appreciation when she saw my well-muscled arms and chest, my flat
belly, and the above-average dick sticking straight out from my
groin. She rubbed the palm of her right hand across my chest and
down along my left biceps. She licked circles around my right
nipple, then slowly went down on her knees in front of me,
licking down my chest to my waist.  Then she stood up and pressed
her soft body against mine, her nipples like hot coals against my
skin.

"Jim, I know we're both doing this for money." she said, looking
me straight in the eye. "But there's no law against enjoying
ourselves while we're making money. I'm going to do my best to
give you as much pleasure as I can. I hope that you'll do the
same for me."

Dropping again to her knees, Cindy put both her hands around the
base of my cock and started slowly pumping the skin back and
forth along the shaft. She stuck out her tongue and licked the
urethral opening. Then she licked around the head and down each
side of the shaft. I started moaning at the pleasure her tongue
was giving me. Then she opened her lips and suddenly popped the
head of my cock into her very warm, very wet mouth. Her tongue
danced over the sensitive underside of the head as she slowly
moved forward onto the shaft of my dick.

"Wait! Wait!" said Marcie. Cindy stopped swallowing my cock, but
kept the head firmly in her mouth. "Jim, is her spit going to
interfere with the attachment of the U-Ball? Will it stay on the
head of your cock just as well, even after she's covered you with
her spit?"

I was really getting into what Cindy was doing to my cock. I
didn't feel like answering any damn questions! With some effort,
I moaned "Yes, it's okay. I'll still be able to put on the
U-Ball. Let her do it, for god's sake!"

"Okay ... have fun," said Marcie with a wave of her hand. Then,
under her breath, she said, "Now I'm finding out things that I
really need to know."

Cindy got back to her blow job. She held the base of my cock with
both hands as she again started swallowing my cock. Her mouth was
stretched open as far as it would go as she moved her head slowly
forward along my shaft. She slowly worked it through her mouth
and into her throat. She gagged momentarily as the head of my
cock pressed into her throat, and I tried to pull back a little
to let her recover. But she wrapped her arms around my hips and
put her hands on my ass, pulling me back toward her. She shook
her head "no," so I stopped trying to pull back. It took her over
two minutes to get it all in, and she had to fight off the urge
to gag a couple of times, but then she had my cock down her
throat to the hilt.

Her eyes were glazed over and she was breathing hard through her
nose. I was glad that Marcie wasn't asking any more questions. I
was too far gone to have answered any. As Cindy slowly pulled her
chin back from my ball sack, she pulled her hands from my ass and
brought them back in front. She used one hand to play with my
balls, and she used the other hand to reach between my legs and
tickle my asshole. She even stuck a finger inside and massaged my
prostate. True to her promise, she was giving me some fantastic
pleasure.

After she had withdrawn so that only the head of my cock was in
her mouth, she sucked hard on just the head alone. Then she
swallowed my cock again. This time, she had me in to the hilt in
less than a minute. She started pumping her mouth over my entire
cock with a steady rhythm. Inevitably, I felt the pressure
building up. I started instinctively rocking my hips back and
forth, thrusting my cock into her face as she deep-throated me,
and then pulling it out as she withdrew. I was nearly to the peak
from which there would be no alternative but to blast my hot cum
down her talented throat.

"Okay, he's pretty close now," said Marcie. "Time to stop, Cindy.
You've got to be sure that he stays hard, you know."  Then, after
a moment, a little louder, "TIME TO STOP NOW, CINDY!"

Cindy pulled my wet, throbbing cock from her mouth with a loud
pop. Saliva dribbled down to her chin from one side of her mouth.
I quickly lifted her to her feet and lapped up her spit, then
licked up the side of her face to her ear lobe.

"Geeeze!" complained Marcie.  "Come on, cool down a little, why
don't you! Shit, watching you two go at it, a person would get
the idea that this was going to be the last sex that either of
you was ever going to have!  Don't worry, you'll be fucking each
other's brains out soon enough. And, judging by the way you both
seem to love sex, it won't be even close to the last fucking
either of you will ever do! Jim, you're going to put on a U-Ball
now, while Cindy and I watch."

Cindy sat on the couch and Marcie handed me a U-Ball. I held out
the plastic bag so they could both see and said "See how the
plastic bag collapses in around the U-Ball? (They each nodded.)
That's because the air is pumped out before the bag is sealed." 
I opened the plastic vacuum bag with a small scissors, and I was
just starting to pull the cardboard ring over the head of my dick
when Cindy stopped me.

"Wait a minute." she said.  "Before you put that on...." She
blushed, then decided to go on.  "Jim, I'd like you to do for me
what I've been doing for you.  Please."  She slipped out of her
heels and then stood and took off her panties.  She watched me
with a smile as I stared, open mouthed, at her incredible body. 
Naked, she lay down on the couch on her back, placing a small
cushion under her ass so that it was raised up a little higher
than her head.

I could hardly believe my good luck and the depth of Cindy's
lust.  She was going to let me eat her out.  She had asked me
PLEASE to eat her out! Marcie looked at us with obvious signs of
displeasure.  My licking and sucking of Cindy's sweet pussy would
reveal nothing about the U-Ball. ("Tough!" I thought.)  This was
just a part of her first-hand demonstration that she was going to
have to accept, whether she really liked it or not. I dropped the
U-Ball onto a little coffee table in front of the couch.

I knelt down beside the couch and put my hands on the sides of
Cindy's waist, pulling her ass and the cushion under it over to
the edge.  She spread her legs wide, putting one leg up on the
back of the couch and putting the other foot down on the floor. 
"Do it now, Jim," she said with glazed, lust-filled eyes.  I
started kissing and licking up the inside of her thighs toward
her steaming cunt.  I gently kissed her outer lips and licked up
and down her crack several times.  Cindy closed her eyes and
started moaning softly.  I glanced over at Marcie at the other
end of the couch.  She didn't seem to be displeased anymore.  In
fact, she seemed to be enjoying what I was doing to Cindy's cunt.
 Marcie had her right hand inside her blouse and she was moaning
a bit as she caressed her own left breast. Her glazed eyes and
shallow breathing betrayed her own arousal.

I gently pressed Cindy's lips apart and slipped the tip of my
index finger between them.  I moved the finger up and down her
very wet crack, gradually going deeper and deeper into her, until
I found her swollen clit.  I stroked her clit with my thumb, and
pushed my middle and index fingers into her hole.  Cindy gasped
and started writhing against the couch as she massaged her own
breasts with both hands.  I started pumping my two fingers in and
out of her snatch with a slow rhythm.  Then I stuck my face in
under my hand and licked down to her anus.  I licked across her
little hole several times, then I stiffened my tongue and thrust
it into her.  She groaned loudly and her whole body went stiff. 
She began to tremble as I kept thrusting my two fingers into her
pussy and tonguing her anal opening.  Suddenly, she thrust her
cunt hard against my hand.  "Aaaahhh!" she moaned loudly as she
came. Her hot, sweet juices poured out, covering my hand and my
face.  I loved it.

As I pulled my fingers from her cunt and raised my head, she
smiled at me. "Thanks, Jim.  That was great!" she said.  I
started to stick my gooey fingers into my own mouth, but she
reached down and grabbed my wrist to stop me.  She pulled my hand
to her mouth, then licked off all her own juice, finally sucking
hard on the two fingers that had been in her pussy.  She looked
beautiful as she enjoyed the taste of herself.

Marcie stood in front of the couch.  She was fully composed
again, her hand no longer inside her blouse.  "Okay, Jim," she
said. "NOW are you ready to put on the U-Ball?"

I picked up the U-Ball and stood up.  "Well," I explained, "all
you have to do is pull this little cardboard ring back over the
cock shaft until the back edge of the rubber pouch is lined up
behind the ridge at the back of the cock head.  Then you slip the
edge of the rubber pouch off of the ring. The rubber pouch closes
down around the head of the dick, and the little ball is held out
at the end.  You pull off the ring and throw it away."

Then Marcie said "That thing is covering just the head of your
cock, none of the shaft.  Are you sure that it will stay on, and
that it's covering enough to prevent pregnancy and spreading
diseases?"

"There's no need to cover the shaft to keep it on," I said. 
"There's a vacuum release stem on the right side of the ball. 
The stem makes the rubber bulge out a little."  They nodded as
they looked at the bulge on the right side of the ball.  "You
wiggle the stem back and forth a little to break it loose...(I
was doing it as I explained it.)...then push it completely into
the ball. The rubber pouch is sucked down onto the head of the
cock, and the ball is held firmly at the end.  Air pressure holds
it on until you're through fucking."

"To prevent babies or diseases." I continued. "The only important
part of the cock is the hole at the end. Condoms cover the shaft
because that's the only way to keep them on. With the U-Ball,
covering just the hole IS enough. NOT covering the skin on the
shaft is the big advantage that the U-Ball has over condoms. A
man using a U-Ball feels a lot more stimulation on the shaft than
a man using a condom, and that makes for more pleasure. And
shooting his wad into a partial vacuum makes a man's orgasm
stronger, longer, and wetter.  The U-Ball is enjoyed by women
too.  I've been told that the U-Ball makes a pussy feel like it's
really filled with hard, stiff meat."

Cindy worked her way off the couch and stood up. My cock, with
the head covered by the U-Ball and ready for action, poked
playfully against her thigh.  She looked down at it, gave me a
hot look, and said "Time for bed," as she turned and started to
walk toward her bedroom. I watched her swaying ass for a moment
as she walked away, then I followed her. Marcie followed behind
me.

Cindy pushed me down onto her bed on my back, and straddled my
waist. I felt the shaft of my cock pressing against the crack of
her ass. I started squeezing and caressing her ass cheeks with
both my hands. But she reached down on both sides, grabbed my
wrists, and pulled my hands up over my head. She pressed my hands
against the mattress. "You'll get to play with my ass later," she
breathed into my ear. She released her hold on my wrists and I
started to move my hands down, but she scowled at me. So, a
little reluctantly, I put my hands back in place over my head.

Satisfied that I would keep my hands where she had put them,
Cindy kissed and licked all over my face, then slowly down my
neck and chest to my right nipple. She suddenly bit the nipple.
Her bite was hard enough to draw a little blood. "Owww!...Shit!"
I cried, and my body jerked reflexively at the sudden, sharp
pain. But I kept my hands in place over my head and Cindy stayed
on top of me. As a small drop of blood slowly oozed from my
bitten nipple, Cindy moaned deeply. She eagerly collected the
small drop of blood on her tongue and pulled it into her mouth.
Not yet satisfied, she then squeezed the flesh around the nipple
to produce a second, larger drop of blood. Again she moaned as
the blood oozed from my wounded nipple. This time, she pushed the
blood across my nipple with her tongue, then put her mouth over
the nipple and sucked the nipple, and my blood, into her mouth.
My nipple was burning with sensation because of what she had done
to it. Her sucking on it felt better than I would have ever
imagined that it could. Cindy was driving me to new heights of
lust, and she seemed to be almost as excited as I was.

She lifted her ass off my middle and scooted down a little,
reaching between our bodies to grab the shaft of my cock. She put
the U-Ball against her outer lips and groaned. "God," she panted.
"It feels SO big against my pussy."

"Gaahhhh!" I panted.  "Slip it in with your fingers, and then
I'll push it in all the way with my dick."

She moaned loudly as she slipped the U-Ball into her wet cunt
mouth.  She didn't wait for me to push it in farther.  She
immediately pressed downward, and my cock slid smoothly into her
pussy to the hilt. I felt like my whole body was iced over and on
fire at the same time. I shuddered once, violently, and then
started to tremble. My moans of pleasure mingled with hers. She
raised herself until only the U-Ball and head of my cock remained
inside. She paused for a long moment, allowing us both to savor
the intense feelings and the thought of what was coming next.
Suddenly, she pressed firmly downward, abruptly impaling herself
again on the full length of my cock.

Then she was going up and down my cock faster and faster. There
were no more pauses. There was only hard, fast fucking. As Marcie
had suggested earlier, we were indeed fucking each other's brains
out. Soon, Cindy shuddered and moaned loudly as she cam.  As her
hot juices poured out over my balls, I felt the tingle in my cock
that told me I was only moments from filling the U-Ball with MY
cum. I guess Marcie sensed that I was really close.

"Stop! Stop!" called Marcie. ("Where the hell did she come from?"
I thought. It had been nearly twenty minutes since I was last
aware of Marcie's presence.) "Come on, Cindy," said Marcie. "You
know what to do now."

I had gotten so close. I knew that the inside of the rubber pouch
had to be wet with my pre-cum, but I hadn't really shot my load
yet. My dick was still pulsating inside Cindy's pussy. She lay on
top of me, enjoying the feeling of the U-Ball and my cock, still
hard and still inside her to the hilt. After she had recovered a
bit from her orgasm, she pulled off of my cock. She got onto her
knees beside me and lowered her head onto a pillow with her face
turned toward me. She gave me a hot, come hither look and said
"Okay, Stud.  NOW it's time to play with my ass. And this time,
there won't be any stopping."

I got onto my knees behind her upraised ass. For a few minutes I
kneaded her cheeks with my hands. Then I raised my open right
hand high and brought it down sharply onto her right buttock.
SMACK! "Owwww," cried Cindy in surprise, then "yesss!" as she
pushed her face hard into the pillow. Again, ...SMACK! Then my
left hand onto her left buttock...SMACK! Over and over I brought
my hands down sharply onto her tender flesh. Her ass was turning
a bright pink under my stinging blows. Cindy moaned her
excitement into the pillow.

I put both my hands on the mattress behind her and leaned
forward, my face only an inch from her smarting left buttock.
Without thinking, I suddenly opened my mouth and bit her tender
ass flesh. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but it was hard
enough to make her scream. She lunged forward and banged her
shoulder pretty hard into the wall. Her movement, though, was
just a reflex, caused only by her surprise at my new assault on
her ass. She quickly moved back onto her knees, with her bitten
ass raised high and her face back in the pillow. She wiggled her
bruised ass at me.

"God, yes, Jim." she moaned. "Give it to me HARRRD! Make me cum
next week just from remembering what you do to me now!"

I again got onto my knees behind her upraised ass. With my hand,
I rubbed my cock up and down along her crack to coat it with her
juices. Then I put my thumbs at the edges of her asshole. I
pushed outward with my hands to spread her cheeks apart. Her
small, pretty asshole drew my tongue like a magnet. Cindy moaned
when my wet tongue again pushed its way into her rectum. I rimmed
her for a few moments, then replaced my tongue with the end of my
eager cock.

"I feel it! I feel that hard U-Ball thing against my asshole!"
cried Cindy excitedly. "Oh, godddd...push it into me!" she
groaned.

"You'll have to relax," I panted. "I'll never get it in unless
you let me." A moment later I could tell that Cindy was
concentrating on relaxing her asshole. I felt it give way just a
little, as I pressed the U-Ball against the opening with my
fingers. Then suddenly the U-Ball and head of my cock popped
inside.

"Owwwww!" groaned Cindy. "You're a hell of a lot bigger than I
realized. How much went in?"

"Just the U-Ball and cock head," I truthfully moaned.

"Shit!" Cindy panted. "You'll have to take it easy then, at least
at first. You'll kill me if you don't."

I pressed forward carefully and about a half inch of cock shaft
slipped inside. Cindy groaned and pounded her fist against the
mattress. I leaned my head forward and down as far as I could,
then launched a large ball of spit downward. I was aiming for my
cock shaft, but I missed. My spit made a big wet spot on the bed
between her knees. I decided to try once more, and this time I
was lucky. My spit splattered against the top of my cock, just
behind Cindy's straining bung hole. I immediately used my right
hand to spread my spit around my exposed cock shaft and pressed
gently forward again. This time, almost an inch of my cock
slipped inside.

"God, Jim," she moaned. "How much is inside now?" When I told her
that there was still over four inches to go, she said "Let me
rest for a minute and then try some more. I don't know if I can
take your U-Ball and your cock this way. We may have to stop."

Marcie was suddenly standing beside me. She reached over and,
from a small tube, squeezed out a large glob of KY lubricant onto
Cindy's asshole, then worked it into the hole around my cock
shaft with her finger tips. She put a second large glob onto the
top of my cock shaft, then rubbed it all around the shaft. "I
hope that will help," Marcie said as she moved away a bit.

Carefully, I pressed forward again. This time over two inches of
the shaft went in. I pulled out about one inch, and then pressed
forward again. After a bit, with the help of Marcie's lubricant,
my cock was fully embedded in Cindy's rectum. Her rear passage
was incredibly tight and hot.

"Okay." she panted. "It's better now. Start fucking me ...
slowly."

I started a series of short, slow withdrawls and reinsertions. I
could tell that Cindy was getting used to it. It was getting
easier for her all the time. Instead of groaning in pain, she was
now moaning with pleasure. After a few minutes, I was pulling out
until only the U-Ball and cock head were left inside, then
plunging back in to the hilt. Then I was fucking her brains out
again, but this time the U-Ball and my swollen meat were reaming
out her bowels instead of her pussy.

Cindy was thrusting her ass back to meet each of my forward
thrusts stroke for stroke. Then I felt the pressure building up
again. The biggest ejaculation of my life was boiling in my
balls...cumming up through the tubes...approaching the hole at
the end of my cock. There would be NO stopping. Suddenly I froze.
Then I exploded.  I came harder than I had ever cum before. My
cock pumped and pumped and pumped. My whole body shook with each
pumping contraction. The U-Ball filled with my jizz. And Cindy
joined me just after, groaning loudly as her bowels clamped down
repeatedly onto my pumping cock. I fell on top of her, and she
fell down onto the mattress. I didn't know whether or not she
would be able to cum next week just from remembering this fuck.
But I knew that I would.

After a few moments of recovery, I stood up beside the bed, and
Cindy rolled over onto her back.  "God, Jim," she said "that was
the fuck of a lifetime! That U-Ball and your cock felt S-O-O-O
good in my pussy and in my ass.  When your cock was in my pussy,
the U-Ball kept rubbing back and forth over my G-Spot!" She
gently pressed her right hand down over her trembling cunt lips,
closed her eyes, and sighed in contentment.

"Now." said Marcie. "How do you get the U-Ball back off your cock
after you've shot your wad into it?"

"Well." I answered. "You have to let air back into the U-Ball,
then you can lift up the rubber just behind the cockhead, and
carefully slip the head back out of the rubber pouch."

"Wait," said Cindy, "When I sucked you before, Marcie stopped us
before you finished. I didn't get to taste your jizz!" She looked
at the U-Ball, dangling from the end of my now limp noodle. "That
little ball is filled with your cum, right?"

"Yes...."

"Okay, come on back into the front room." Marcie and I followed
Cindy back into the living room. Cindy got a clean champaign
glass from the bar and handed it to me. "When you take the U-Ball
off, I want you to put your cum into this glass so that I
can...drink it."

Marcie and I looked at each other in disbelief. The idea that
Cindy wanted to drink my cum started to rapidly bring my cock
back to life. "I think maybe the best way," I suggested, "might
be to use a pin or needle to poke a hole in the U-Ball, then
enlarge the hole with the pointy end of a scissors, and pour the
cum through the hole into the glass."

"Good idea," said Cindy. She went to the end of the bar and then
came back with a pin and a pair of scissors. "I'll do the poking
and enlarge the hole, you hold the U-Ball still and hold the
glass," she said.

"Wait a minute." I protested. "After what you did to my poor
nipple, how do I know that I can trust you to be this close to my
dick with a pin in your hand?"

"Well...maybe you can't," admitted Cindy. "But you'll never know
until you give it a try. Besides, you loved what I did to your
poor little nipple. Come on, hold the U-Ball out where I can get
at it. I'm thirsty."

God, playing with Cindy like this was almost as much fun as
fucking her. (Well, no, of course not really that good. But we
WERE enjoying each other's company even though we weren't fucking
at the moment.) I didn't have to hold my dick out for her.  It
was completely swollen again and it was sticking straight out
from my crotch on its own.  I did take hold of the shaft to hold
it still, though, while she was poking the U-Ball.  After the
poking was done, she used the end of the scissors to enlarge the
hole, then pointed the end of my dick down and let my cum run out
into the champaign glass. When the U-Ball seemed to be completely
empty, she held up the glass for me to see.

"Look. You can trust me...sometimes.  See? All jizz...no blood!"
She lifted the glass to her lips and took a small sip of my
pungent man goo. "God, it's still warm!" she moaned. She walked
to the couch and sat down.

Watching her drink my still-warm cum and walk around naked had me
all excited again. I carefully pulled my re-swollen cock back out
of the little rubber pouch and dropped the used, empty U-Ball
onto the coffee table.

"Okay, Jim." said Marcie. "She'll be happy for a while with her
drink."  She leaned down and picked up the used U-Ball and looked
at my stiff dick. "I'm very impressed with this little
thing...uh, by little thing, I mean the U-Ball, not your cock."
she explained with a smile.  "I think that we can do business.
There's just one final thing that I need to find out before I'm
ready to commit Eros Tech to the U-Ball."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Well, after using one U-Ball and taking it off. Could a man put
on another one and do some more fucking?"

"Sure." I said. "Using a second U-Ball is just like using the
first one."

"Hands-on, remember?  Don't just tell me about it.  Show me," she
said as she started to unbutton her blouse.


                        -- The End --


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