Eleven-and-a-half: A Fantasy Of Great Length by Ray Wilder

Chapter 6: Patty

This is a work of fiction. All the characters, events and locations
portrayed in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons,
events or locations is purely coincidental.

Copyright © 1996. All rights, implicit or implied, except for
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	Stripping off her clothes in front of the mirror in the bathroom,
she flexed her upper torso and admired the view. Just as she was sure her
new neighbor had. He had made no bones about his intentions. No one, much
less a complete stranger, had ever dropped their cock into the palm of her
hand before. Climbing into the shower, the stream of water from the shower
head beat deliciously on her taut, hard body, especially on the
exceptionally hard, lengthy nipples which crowned her ample breasts. In the
world of body building they were in the women's arena what her neighbor's
gigantic cock was in the men's. Amazing but distracting. She knew, without
having to ask, that he would probably have run into the same prejudices she
had.
	As she lathered up she thought about the tool she had just met. Not
quite the biggest on the beach, muscle-wise that is, but then most of the
really big ones had too much iron between their ears to be very interesting
outside of the locker room. Or bedroom. This one, at least, had a sense of
humor. And he was beautiful. Not many of the tools she hung out with would
be worth a second look if it weren't for their bulges. And he had a cock. A
big, fat one. Definitely a mouthful. Not to mention a cuntful. And an
assful, if she had her wish. She wasn't a butt freak, but every once in a
while she longed for a nice, thick, hard one up her ass, and this one was
nice and thick enough to make it really worthwhile.
	Patty realized she had absentmindedly begun to massage her soapy
breasts, working her amazingly long nipples into a rigid state. Her breasts
were very full and round, supported from within by well-developed muscles
that held them up high on her chest, giving the appearance of an invisible
bra. As she moved they shook solidly. She enjoyed the feeling of them
swinging free, the force of each turn bringing to her attention the
wonderful, heavy mass that hung there.
	The steam from the shower filled the bathroom and eased her into a
pensive mood. She could tell it was going to be one of those kinds of a
days when every body that walked into the gym was going to make her more
and more horny. If she didn't pop off a quick one now she'd be wet for the
rest of the day, her smell following her around like a heady perfume. She
took the shower head off its bracket and ran it over her torso, rinsing the
soap to the tub and down the drain. When she was clean she sat down, leaned
back, spread her legs wide, and held the spray up to her vaginal
lips. Maneuvering the shower head around she selected an especially hard
needle of water and aimed it squarely at her clitoris. The response was
immediate and intense. The narrow finger of water hammered relentlessly,
causing the small nub of flesh to rapidly swell and become even more
sensitized. Her breath shortened, her head fell back against the tub and
her whole body warmed to an energized hum. Several times she thought it was
too much and almost moved the attacking stream away. But she knew that the
longer she held it there, the more explosive her orgasm would be. She
forced her hand to maintain its position, a feat that was becoming
increasingly difficult as her hips began thrusting involuntarily.
	Her free hand was busy roaming over her body, stimulating whatever
part it found itself on. She loved to feel the strength of her muscles as
they tensed under the exertion of pleasure. Her long nipples were erect,
hard as rocks. Her breasts quivered with each sudden intake of breath as
she came closer to climax. Moans of pleasure escaped her mouth and rang
against the tiles of the shower, echoing back to her and sustaining the
atmosphere of pure, uninhibited sexual power which permeated the air around
her. Visions of sexual tools floated behind her closed eyelids, each one
with a cock more erect and powerful than the last, until, finally, what
loomed in front of her was the new tool next door. His cock: Thick,
circumcised, dark pink, turning to blood-engorged red as it grew and became
more and more erect, becoming impossibly large. Two hands would be needed
to control it, wrapping around its thickness as she drew it to her. She
imagined the smell, not fresh and clean, straight from the shower, but
heady and full of aroma following two or three hours of serious
work-out. It felt smooth, polished, hot. Very, very hot. And thick. Oh, so
thick. Stretching her cunt to the limit. Pumping into her with steady,
powerful thrusts, his beautiful, sweaty body swaying over her as she ran
her hands up the backs of his arms, across his chest; his triceps and pecs
swollen with the exertion of holding himself in the push-up position as he
rammed his member into her time and again and again and again and oh,
oh,...oh, shit, she was cumming, cumming, cumming and the tub seemed to
sway as she let herself go to the feeling of her clitoris' exploding
sensation, sending brilliant sparks of sexual energy shooting throughout
her entire body. Her muscles tensed deliciously, her body vibrated. She
held the blessed shower head in position as long as possible, until just
before the intensity of it turned to a nuisance. Dropping it, she collapsed
back against the tub, allowing the now independent stream of water to shoot
up into the air and down onto her sensitized body, setting off tiny
explosions wherever a drop landed.
	Patty savored a few moments of contemplation. The surges of energy
gradually subsided and she settled back down to earth. That should hold her
through the day. At least she wouldn't be quite so inclined to wander back
to the employees washroom with the first convenient tool that flexed itself
in front of her.
	As she was dressing for work she wondered if her neighbor had
picked a gym to work-out at. The one she was partners in wasn't the biggest
in town; certainly not the most generously equipped. But the members
appreciated the atmosphere of friendliness and support which the owners had
committed themselves to. This went beyond the usual line of products behind
a glass case at the entrance. Dietary, nutritional, psychological and
emotional support were readily available to those clients who proved
themselves worthy of such. They weren't into baby-sitting, as she called
it, but those who needed a shoulder to cry on or seemed to be down on their
luck could always find a source of comfort and support from the
staff. Family.
	She chuckled to herself. A very incestuous family, if all the
sucking and fucking that went on was any indication. But it was nice to
know that when the juices started flowing, as was the case with people
whose whole life revolved around stimulating their anatomy into
hyper-growth, you could find a release that didn't carry a lot of emotional
commitment along with it. Not that there wasn't that, too, if you wanted
it. She had lost count of how many couples had met at the gym and either
sustained a long-lasting relationship or flat out got married, several of
them having the ceremony right there in the gym. She would bring up the
topic the next time she encountered him. And that, she hoped, would be
quite an encounter.
	She caught herself. She had to get to work and thoughts like that
only encouraged her to lay back in the tub with her friendly shower
head. Of course, if she was going to dawdle, the real thing was just on the
other side of her living room wall. His sweat-coated body glistening as his
well-developed muscles throbbed and pumped under the exertion of moving and
setting up furniture and equipment. She wondered what he had in the way of
gear. Certainly nothing sufficient enough to maintain that body. Probably
just enough to get the quick pump before heading out. She knew that, like
putting on clothes, the body needed to be prepped for the outside world as
well. Some quick reps on the bench press, arm curls, leg lifts and side
lifts for the delts and the clothes would hug the contours just
right. Again, images of his sweat soaked T-shirt clinging to his full,
round pectorals came to mind. Nope. This was not going to be an easy day.
	Or night. The trip down the coast to her sister, Betty's, house for
dinner with the four snot-nosed, no-neck monsters (as Elizabeth Taylor said
in that movie), was really low on her list of life goals. If it weren't for
her brother-in-law she wouldn't even consider the effort. But Bob was
great. She loved hanging out with him. He didn't prejudge her because she
worked out. Most people did. They couldn't help it. They saw those muscles
and something made them talk slower to her, using monosyllabic sentences
and hand gestures. Bob loved her body. He never touched her, never gave the
slightest indication that he had any desire to screw around. He just loved
looking at it. She even got him interested in weight training. He'd joined
a gym and enjoyed showing her his progress each time she visited. She'd
evaluate him, give pointers on what to work and how. He talked to her about
her sport, about life, about his dreams, his family. He loved his wife and
kids very much. Patty enjoyed watching him play with the little shits,
teaching them, by example, how to deal with life. And anyone who could
seriously love her sister deserved canonization.
	Actually, Betty wasn't all that bad. She was just bitter. She felt
tied down to a life that, she claimed at least, was not her desire. Of
course, there had been little concern about that when, during high school,
she had slept with at least one rather potent member of the football
team. She had that baby before she graduated, and another by some nameless
fuck the following year.
	Bob happened along at just the right time. He was eager to have a
family, found Betty to have good qualities worth marrying, and settled down
to the life of fatherhood, having two cretins of their own along the
way. He said the last two were to cement the family. Betty said they were
to make sure she didn't run around anymore, as they made her too busy to
think about anything else.
	Betty could be a real shithead sometimes.
	Patty went to her bedroom and pulled her clothes out of the
closet. As she dressed she stopped to check out what she saw in the mirror;
professional scrutiny mixed with an aesthetic pleasure. She decided to
throw a change of clothes into a bag to take to the gym so she could leave
straight for her sister's from there. She pulled on her panties, black and
brief, just barely covering the mound of her vagina. She flexed her muscles
and got pleasure at the image this effort called up. Hot. Very hot. Her
breasts round and firm, nipples, at least momentarily, smooth and dark. The
ring of dark flesh that surrounded them was slightly swollen. She swung the
closet door open so she could stand between its mirror and the one over her
dresser, and flexed her back. The muscles popped out in bold relief, like a
display of knot-tying. Her ass was firm and defined, her chest, above those
two lovely melon-like breasts, was striated with tough, sinewy fibers just
under a thin, fatless layer of skin. Yes. Hot.
	Lycra pants and top, an over-sized T, sweats, socks, sneaks. One
more check in the mirror. Hair, a little make-up around the eyes just so
she didn't feel naked, she grabbed her bag and was out the door. She looked
over the railing to see if Arnold was down at his truck. One more gander at
the tool wouldn't hurt. At the thought of it she felt a little rush between
her legs. Just what she needed, she thought sarcastically: a good fixation
to get her through the day. He wasn't there. Probably was on his way down
or up. She'd run into him on the way.
	The elevator arrived and it was empty. She rode down alone and
wandered out the back door to the parking lot. He was just pulling a new
load of boxes out of the back and had finally succumbed to the heat by
taking off his now-completely-soaked shirt which hung on a hook on the back
door of the truck. His skin was smooth and glistening. As was customary in
body building, it was completely hair-free. Blemishless, clean, it looked
like a piece of pliant marble which the hand of some great sculptor had
just finished bringing to life. His nipples, which rested on the outer,
lower edges of their respective pectoral, were dark and firm. The sides of
his pecs flared up to his deltoids forming a deep, clear pit. As he pulled
what appeared to be a box of books out of the truck to carry to the
elevator his arms bulged and his neck muscles expanded with the
exertion. He turned, saw her and set the box back down again. She wandered
over to him.
	"Just about done, I see."
	"A few more loads. Then I'll have to figure out where to put
everything. I don't think there'll be any time for a work-out."
	"I don't think you have much to worry about, there. You seem to be
getting a fine one now."
	"Off to work?"
	"Yeah. I've gotta get the gym open. A few diehards like to get in a
quick pump on a Sunday. By the way, have you looked into a gym around
here?"
	"I sort of wandered around the area the other day when I came to
sign the lease. Which one do you work at?"
	"It's a little one a few blocks from here called 'The Pump House'."
	"I don't remember seeing it. I must have missed it."
	"That's not hard. The place was a service station at one
time. Hence the name. You have to get up and really look into the window to
see what's inside. We're not the most well-equipped on the beach, but most
of our members, whether they're pro or not, like the atmosphere, and a
nicer bunch of nuts you never want to meet. Let me know when you want to
take a look and I'll give you the grand tour."
	"Thanks. I'm not in competition so I don't need a whole lot of
equipment time. I model so I have to keep the body up, but that's it."
	"Did you ever consider entering contests?"
	"Yeah, I entered a couple, but everyone kept staring at my cock and
I couldn't get the judges to take me seriously. After one contest out in
the desert I overheard a couple of the judges talking about me. One of
them, a man, said he thought it was pretty sick for someone to get up on a
stage in front of a serious body-building crowd and turn it into a porno
show. I don't know what he expected me to do. Cut it off?"
	"Penis envy, no doubt. That's the same problem I have."
	"Penis envy?"
	She decided to let it slide but noted the penchant for quick
repartee. Nice. "Because my breasts aren't whittled down to a flat slab of
muscle I can't get taken seriously, either. I could have arms as big as
yours but the judges wouldn't see past my tits. It sounds like you'd fit
right into our bunch of misfits. We're considered the rogues of the
business. If you want to be considered in competition in this town you have
to hitch your wagon to one of the more 'legitimate' gyms."
	It was nice that she had this in common with him. She thought he
would be perfect for the gym but wouldn't push it. He'd come around on his
own.
	"I'm driving down the coast to my sister's for dinner tonight. I'll
see you tomorrow."
	"Are you sure I can't bring something? For dinner, that is. How
about some wine."
	"Never touch the stuff. Don't worry. Patty's got everything that's
needed. You just get yourself settled in and we'll worry about food
co-oping later."
	She turned to go to her car and saw that some asshole had parked
right in front of her.
	"Aw, shit! Who's the jerk..."
	Arnold looked where she was indicating and said, "Guilty. Hold on a
second. I'll get it moved."
	 He walked over to the car, opened the door and released the
emergency brake, made sure it was out of gear and then closed the
door. Patty realized what he was going to do and asked if he needed any
help. He said he could probably handle it and grabbed the tow bar. It was a
bit of a strain to break the inertia, but once the car started to move
there didn't seem to be any trouble. Patty just stood back and enjoyed the
view. Every muscle in his body inflated to maximum size as he leaned back
to pull the car. His legs looked like tree trunks and as they swelled they
lifted his cock and balls higher into the cloth of his shorts. She had this
uncontrollable desire to go over there and rub that huge bulge.
	She also had a plan that would get him over to see the gym.