Pool Excursion: Part I
Ms. Wichsentochter and I enjoy marital bliss in our small apartment. The only snag, is that due to My wife's medical condition, which I will tell you about in a separate post, we have to dedicate 100% of our time to fucking. A steady stream of cum has to cover her breasts, vagina, anus and armpits, or else her huge breasts will grow even bigger and literally suffocate her alive.
We were, as usual, having sex one day, while watching porn on six different monitors hanging on the wall, as you can see in this movie here:
Full movie here:
http://ge.xhamstervideo.net/videos/my-video2-mp4-8623548
We both enjoy porn and fucking immensely, which is good since we have no other choice but to fuck at least 16 hours a day, interrupted only for quick eating breaks in which I try to get as much protein in me as possible -- you see, proteinwise I have to eat for two. Four if you count Pornography's breasts as independent entities (or, if you will, as Pornography's "dependents"). This is the only way to keep Pornography Wichsentochter's condition at bay, but that day we were beat and Pornography suggested that we needed something to recharge our batteries. She said we have to make an excursion. Go outside, to the park, the movies, the theater, anywhere out of the apartment, which seems to reek from fucking and every surface is sticky with my cum. Her personal favorite would be to go to listen to Bach's St Matthew Passion that happened to be performing live at the Cathedral of our Lady of Great Chastity later that day.
I told her that, given her condition, I wasn't sure that getting out was a good idea, and that I would have to think about it.
"Ask Louis, he's always out and about. He'll know where we could go".
A few words about Louis. Louis is completely asexual. He has no interest in anything related to do with sex. This is due a condition he suffers from, which, as it happens to be, is the exact polar opposite to my wife's condition. First, unlike Pornography, his condition is concentrated in his penis rather than the breasts. His penis is very large, hard and extremely itchy. In addition his penis secretes rather large amounts of a gooey substance. Louis has to constantly rub his huge hard penis, in order to keep his penis from becoming even bigger. As a result that gooey secretion erupts from his penis, much like cum in a normal person, but completely different, since in Louis' case it is not at all related to the fulfillment of a sexual desire -- and this is the second and more importance difference with Pornography's condition. Indeed, Pornography's condition makes her a creature of pure sexual desire both inside and out, something that Louis cannot seem to appreciate or even understand, being completely asexual himself.
Louis' condition has brought him many troubles. He is not one to hide at home due to his problem. As a result, you will find him often in the park tending to his penis. He loves being outside, especially in summer, but he constantly has to rub his hard dick right there in the park. To avoid scaring the young ladies in their tight summer clothes, he is considered enough to hide in the bushes while rubbing and pulling wildly on his dick, often spurting a white gooey substance far and wide. Sometimes the stuff flies out from behind the bushes and hits the girls sunbathing in their bikinis in the park. The police is often called to the scene, and no matter how much Louis explains about his condition, the police, and society in general, refuses to understand or to accept his disability, and he usually ends up paying a stiff fine and often even spends the night in jail.
It's a sad joke that Louis, who is completely asexual, is often treated like a common pervert. I find that we sex doll lovers have to suffer the same fate. We too are treated like perverts even though sex dolls offer the purest and most genuine type of love; far purest and far more genuine than a love to a woman. Yet society seems to judge us, which is all the more reason to go outside and flaunt our love in front of all those narrow-minded judgmental eyes.
Anyway, I was on the phone with Louis. He said that there is no way we are going to the cathedral to listen to a concert in the company of Ms. Wichsentochter (as he calls her). Her raw sexual energy and her huge tits will not comport with the atmosphere in the church. It was simply out of the question. He did have a suggestion, though. We were all going to go to the pool -- him included. I mentioned to him that he was banned from the pool, due to a incident similar to the one I described happening to him in parks. But he said it was all right and he had a way to get in, that he was coming over to sort everything out, and that we would leave together from our apartment. I mentioned that neither I nor Pornography own bathing suits. No problem -- he would take care of that as well. He just had to know if both myself and Ms. Wichsentochter were comfortable wearing satin langiere for the pool, since this is all he carried by way of swimwear, as his condition requires that he wears only satin undergarments. I asked Pornography, and she said she has no problem with it, and she is sure I will look kind of cute in satin, as well, and with that everything was set and we were waiting for Louis to come by.
As time went on I became more and more nervous about taking Pornography to the pool, especially since, while we were waiting, Pornography and I were not fucking. It felt really strange, and although I appreciated the break, the very awkwardness of the situation -- being in the same room with Pornography and not fucking her -- got me agitated. For that reason, when Louis finally arrived I was kind of impatient with him.
"Why couldn't we just pick you up from your apartment? It would have been much faster!"
"We need to do something first", replied Louis.
"What??!!??", I said almost screaming.
"Calm down. We need to take a photo of Ms. Wichsentochter and send it to the pool guard".
"What? Why?"
"He needs to see her before she gets in -- pool policy concerning Silicone and TPE guests".
"OK then.", I said, then turning to my wife, and given Pornography and I were completely naked, I commanded: "Pornography, cover yourself with something -- the red sweater -- so he can take a picture, and let's finally get out of here".
Louis interjected: "No, No, No, She has to be naked".
"We're not sending the pool guard a naked picture of Pornography". I had no problem with Louis seeing Pornography and me naked -- he was completely asexual -- but I wasn't very much letting him text message a naked picture of her to the guard.
"He's going to have to inspect her anyway, including all orifices, if she is to go into the pool".
"Inspect her? Did you loose your fucking mind?"
"Again -- pool policy -- dolls are susceptible to fungus growing in their orifices and the pool guard will have to make sure that she is clean before he lets her in. But you can trust me -- I know him from the park -- he is a good guy, it will be like a doctor examining her".
"Pornography! Say something! You can't be fine with the POOL GUARD inspecting your asshole and pussy? right?"
"Don't worry about it. I am used to this kind of stuff. I underwent daily orifice inspections back in the factory in China. I told you all about it. Actually, the way you cum all over me all the time and never bother to wash me properly, it may be a good idea for someone to have a look down there."
"OK, but can't I or even Louis just have a look instead of the POOL GUARD?"
"You're so in love with me, you won't notice the fungus if you look into my pussy or ass, and Louis' a friend -- he would be too embarrassed to tell me if he found anything down there"
"I can't believe it", I said, "everyone seems to have gone crazy. But let's just do it. I can't wait to get out of the apartment already".
Louis quickly took a picture. Then called the guard. It sounded like the guard was reluctant at first, but once the he received the text message with Pornography's pic, and after Louis asked him, as a personal favor, that he would administer the orifice inspection himself, it sounded like he became rather eager. Apparently, the guard was quite the orifice inspector back in the day when he served in the army -- inspecting orifices as far and as wide as China, Thailand, Guam, and Puerto Rico, and he couldn't wait to treat Pornography to a good ol' orifice inspection -- it would make him feel young again.
Frustrated, with all the fuss, and yearning to fill the emptiness of not fucking Pornography, when Louis was off the phone, I just said "Let's just go", and we all packed ourselves in the car, already in our satin swimwear.
It was a very hot day and the air conditioning in the car wasn't working. In addition it was a very bumpy ride. Pornography's tits were bouncing up and down in the back seat, where she was sitting together with Louis. Louis was also having a hard time, since his dick was acting up again. In the rear-view mirror I could see him looking kind of flushed, constantly being pushed about by Pornography's bouncing boobs, while having to deal with his own itchy hard cock. I told Pornography, that she should help him out. Couldn't she see how much of a hard time he was having? She should help him scratch and yank his dick. She went right to work using her huge boobs to soothe his aching cock, but nothing seemed to help. His dick was shooting out that white gooey substance now in a constant stream, so I was happy when we finally got to the pool. Poor Louis! And poor Pornography she also was covered from head to toe by Louis' secretion, so much so that I had to wipe out the goo off of her eyes, so she could see where she was going.
We finally arrived at the guard's booth, the orifice inspection army specialist who was supposed to first make sure Pornography was fungus-free. We were quite a site entering his booth. All of us wearing satin undergarment, that were supposed to pass as swimwear, and covered with Louis' white goo (none of us managed to escape being covered by the stuff). The guard took one a look at us and started laughing. Then Pornography, who took issue with the guard's attitude, pushed her way from behind Louis and I to give the pool guard a piece of her mind. The guard's expression immediately changed as he saw her, his gaze fixed firmly at her two huge knockers. Pornography didn't have to say a single word, as the guard turned very respectful. Speaking directly into Pornography's nipples he said:
"Mam, it would be an honor for me to perform the sacred duty of inspecting your pussy ass and oral opening".
I never heard anyone refer to Pornography's mouth as an 'oral opening' and I sure as hell didn't like it. Nevertheless, no one seem to register my disapproval, and the guard continued:
"Please accompany me to the kitchenette where I have my equipment"
At this point I had to interject: "Sir, I want to be present while this inspection takes place"
"No way, Sir, doctor-patient privileges exclude you from participating in the inspection"
"This is absurd! Ms. Wichsentochter naturally waives all privileges!"
At this point Louis decided this was getting overheated and stepped into the debate: "It's better if I would be there to control the situation. You are too emotionally involved. An orifice inspection is a very difficult, almost brutal, medical procedure. You won't be able to stand it. You faint when Pornography so much as scratches herself, you won't be able to see her undergo a full-blown orifice inspection".
"OK", I said reluctantly ", you can preside over the inspection, but make sure this brute does not hurt her. I am counting on you".
To be continued...
We were, as usual, having sex one day, while watching porn on six different monitors hanging on the wall, as you can see in this movie here:
Full movie here:
http://ge.xhamstervideo.net/videos/my-video2-mp4-8623548
We both enjoy porn and fucking immensely, which is good since we have no other choice but to fuck at least 16 hours a day, interrupted only for quick eating breaks in which I try to get as much protein in me as possible -- you see, proteinwise I have to eat for two. Four if you count Pornography's breasts as independent entities (or, if you will, as Pornography's "dependents"). This is the only way to keep Pornography Wichsentochter's condition at bay, but that day we were beat and Pornography suggested that we needed something to recharge our batteries. She said we have to make an excursion. Go outside, to the park, the movies, the theater, anywhere out of the apartment, which seems to reek from fucking and every surface is sticky with my cum. Her personal favorite would be to go to listen to Bach's St Matthew Passion that happened to be performing live at the Cathedral of our Lady of Great Chastity later that day.
I told her that, given her condition, I wasn't sure that getting out was a good idea, and that I would have to think about it.
"Ask Louis, he's always out and about. He'll know where we could go".
A few words about Louis. Louis is completely asexual. He has no interest in anything related to do with sex. This is due a condition he suffers from, which, as it happens to be, is the exact polar opposite to my wife's condition. First, unlike Pornography, his condition is concentrated in his penis rather than the breasts. His penis is very large, hard and extremely itchy. In addition his penis secretes rather large amounts of a gooey substance. Louis has to constantly rub his huge hard penis, in order to keep his penis from becoming even bigger. As a result that gooey secretion erupts from his penis, much like cum in a normal person, but completely different, since in Louis' case it is not at all related to the fulfillment of a sexual desire -- and this is the second and more importance difference with Pornography's condition. Indeed, Pornography's condition makes her a creature of pure sexual desire both inside and out, something that Louis cannot seem to appreciate or even understand, being completely asexual himself.
Louis' condition has brought him many troubles. He is not one to hide at home due to his problem. As a result, you will find him often in the park tending to his penis. He loves being outside, especially in summer, but he constantly has to rub his hard dick right there in the park. To avoid scaring the young ladies in their tight summer clothes, he is considered enough to hide in the bushes while rubbing and pulling wildly on his dick, often spurting a white gooey substance far and wide. Sometimes the stuff flies out from behind the bushes and hits the girls sunbathing in their bikinis in the park. The police is often called to the scene, and no matter how much Louis explains about his condition, the police, and society in general, refuses to understand or to accept his disability, and he usually ends up paying a stiff fine and often even spends the night in jail.
It's a sad joke that Louis, who is completely asexual, is often treated like a common pervert. I find that we sex doll lovers have to suffer the same fate. We too are treated like perverts even though sex dolls offer the purest and most genuine type of love; far purest and far more genuine than a love to a woman. Yet society seems to judge us, which is all the more reason to go outside and flaunt our love in front of all those narrow-minded judgmental eyes.
Anyway, I was on the phone with Louis. He said that there is no way we are going to the cathedral to listen to a concert in the company of Ms. Wichsentochter (as he calls her). Her raw sexual energy and her huge tits will not comport with the atmosphere in the church. It was simply out of the question. He did have a suggestion, though. We were all going to go to the pool -- him included. I mentioned to him that he was banned from the pool, due to a incident similar to the one I described happening to him in parks. But he said it was all right and he had a way to get in, that he was coming over to sort everything out, and that we would leave together from our apartment. I mentioned that neither I nor Pornography own bathing suits. No problem -- he would take care of that as well. He just had to know if both myself and Ms. Wichsentochter were comfortable wearing satin langiere for the pool, since this is all he carried by way of swimwear, as his condition requires that he wears only satin undergarments. I asked Pornography, and she said she has no problem with it, and she is sure I will look kind of cute in satin, as well, and with that everything was set and we were waiting for Louis to come by.
As time went on I became more and more nervous about taking Pornography to the pool, especially since, while we were waiting, Pornography and I were not fucking. It felt really strange, and although I appreciated the break, the very awkwardness of the situation -- being in the same room with Pornography and not fucking her -- got me agitated. For that reason, when Louis finally arrived I was kind of impatient with him.
"Why couldn't we just pick you up from your apartment? It would have been much faster!"
"We need to do something first", replied Louis.
"What??!!??", I said almost screaming.
"Calm down. We need to take a photo of Ms. Wichsentochter and send it to the pool guard".
"What? Why?"
"He needs to see her before she gets in -- pool policy concerning Silicone and TPE guests".
"OK then.", I said, then turning to my wife, and given Pornography and I were completely naked, I commanded: "Pornography, cover yourself with something -- the red sweater -- so he can take a picture, and let's finally get out of here".
Louis interjected: "No, No, No, She has to be naked".
"We're not sending the pool guard a naked picture of Pornography". I had no problem with Louis seeing Pornography and me naked -- he was completely asexual -- but I wasn't very much letting him text message a naked picture of her to the guard.
"He's going to have to inspect her anyway, including all orifices, if she is to go into the pool".
"Inspect her? Did you loose your fucking mind?"
"Again -- pool policy -- dolls are susceptible to fungus growing in their orifices and the pool guard will have to make sure that she is clean before he lets her in. But you can trust me -- I know him from the park -- he is a good guy, it will be like a doctor examining her".
"Pornography! Say something! You can't be fine with the POOL GUARD inspecting your asshole and pussy? right?"
"Don't worry about it. I am used to this kind of stuff. I underwent daily orifice inspections back in the factory in China. I told you all about it. Actually, the way you cum all over me all the time and never bother to wash me properly, it may be a good idea for someone to have a look down there."
"OK, but can't I or even Louis just have a look instead of the POOL GUARD?"
"You're so in love with me, you won't notice the fungus if you look into my pussy or ass, and Louis' a friend -- he would be too embarrassed to tell me if he found anything down there"
"I can't believe it", I said, "everyone seems to have gone crazy. But let's just do it. I can't wait to get out of the apartment already".
Louis quickly took a picture. Then called the guard. It sounded like the guard was reluctant at first, but once the he received the text message with Pornography's pic, and after Louis asked him, as a personal favor, that he would administer the orifice inspection himself, it sounded like he became rather eager. Apparently, the guard was quite the orifice inspector back in the day when he served in the army -- inspecting orifices as far and as wide as China, Thailand, Guam, and Puerto Rico, and he couldn't wait to treat Pornography to a good ol' orifice inspection -- it would make him feel young again.
Frustrated, with all the fuss, and yearning to fill the emptiness of not fucking Pornography, when Louis was off the phone, I just said "Let's just go", and we all packed ourselves in the car, already in our satin swimwear.
It was a very hot day and the air conditioning in the car wasn't working. In addition it was a very bumpy ride. Pornography's tits were bouncing up and down in the back seat, where she was sitting together with Louis. Louis was also having a hard time, since his dick was acting up again. In the rear-view mirror I could see him looking kind of flushed, constantly being pushed about by Pornography's bouncing boobs, while having to deal with his own itchy hard cock. I told Pornography, that she should help him out. Couldn't she see how much of a hard time he was having? She should help him scratch and yank his dick. She went right to work using her huge boobs to soothe his aching cock, but nothing seemed to help. His dick was shooting out that white gooey substance now in a constant stream, so I was happy when we finally got to the pool. Poor Louis! And poor Pornography she also was covered from head to toe by Louis' secretion, so much so that I had to wipe out the goo off of her eyes, so she could see where she was going.
We finally arrived at the guard's booth, the orifice inspection army specialist who was supposed to first make sure Pornography was fungus-free. We were quite a site entering his booth. All of us wearing satin undergarment, that were supposed to pass as swimwear, and covered with Louis' white goo (none of us managed to escape being covered by the stuff). The guard took one a look at us and started laughing. Then Pornography, who took issue with the guard's attitude, pushed her way from behind Louis and I to give the pool guard a piece of her mind. The guard's expression immediately changed as he saw her, his gaze fixed firmly at her two huge knockers. Pornography didn't have to say a single word, as the guard turned very respectful. Speaking directly into Pornography's nipples he said:
"Mam, it would be an honor for me to perform the sacred duty of inspecting your pussy ass and oral opening".
I never heard anyone refer to Pornography's mouth as an 'oral opening' and I sure as hell didn't like it. Nevertheless, no one seem to register my disapproval, and the guard continued:
"Please accompany me to the kitchenette where I have my equipment"
At this point I had to interject: "Sir, I want to be present while this inspection takes place"
"No way, Sir, doctor-patient privileges exclude you from participating in the inspection"
"This is absurd! Ms. Wichsentochter naturally waives all privileges!"
At this point Louis decided this was getting overheated and stepped into the debate: "It's better if I would be there to control the situation. You are too emotionally involved. An orifice inspection is a very difficult, almost brutal, medical procedure. You won't be able to stand it. You faint when Pornography so much as scratches herself, you won't be able to see her undergo a full-blown orifice inspection".
"OK", I said reluctantly ", you can preside over the inspection, but make sure this brute does not hurt her. I am counting on you".
To be continued...
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