Our story takes place in a large Midwestern city in the early 1980's where our well-hung protagonist Luther Casey (aka "The Root") continues his carnal adventures. Per usual, all characters are fictitious and of legal age.
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Sitting in the courtroom for her client's pre-trial hearing, Katherine Yates ("Katie" to her friends) squirmed in her seat, the hem of her skirt riding up as she fidgeted in the hard wooden chair. She hadn't worn panties that day, opting for just a garter belt and stockings to go with her lacy black bra, and she was dying to go to the ladies room and rub one out.
This constant state of horniness was starting to become a problem for the successful young lawyer. And she blamed it all on Luther Casey, her new lover with the big beautiful cock. He was the one who'd suggested she stop wearing panties, wanting her to be ready for him whenever they got together. And though she wouldn't see him until later that evening, she loved knowing her pussy was exposed like a bad girl's beneath her conservative business attire.
Since she'd started seeing Lute about a month before, she often found herself unable to concentrate on her work, or anything else for that matter. Because at the most inopportune moments, the image of his huge dick would flash into her head and she'd be off again, imagining her hands wrapped around his thick shaft, working it into her mouth until she gagged, and then spitting on it and pouncing on for more.
"Ms. Yates, do I need to repeat my question?" the judge asked in an irritated tone that snapped her back to reality.
"I'm sorry, your honor, yes, if you wouldn't mind," she replied as her cheeks flushed.
When the courtroom session was finally over, she hurried out to her car, draped her coat over her lap, and slid a hand up her skirt. Then, reliving the feeling of her pussy being stretched by Lute's wondrous cock, she rubbed her clit and brought herself off, gasping and moaning as she came, just as she had countless times over the past few weeks.
Sitting slumped in her car seat regaining her senses, she muttered to herself, "Goddammit, Kat, you really have to get this under control!"
Since losing her virginity, Katie had loved sex and enjoyed it as often as possible. She couldn't remember a time in her adult life when she didn't have two or three fuck buddies awaiting her call. And though she'd briefly tried monogamy, it wasn't for her. Variety was the spice of her life.
However, this thing with Luther was different. He was a funny and sweet guy, and she would have liked him even he wasn't endowed with the biggest cock she'd ever had.
But he was. And his beast made her swoon to the point of infatuation. "Now get it under control, dumb ass!" she hissed as she rearranged her skirt and started up the car.
As she drove towards her office, she tried to focus on her afternoon meetings, but her mind kept returning to the night she first met Luther. It was at a party at an old college friend's house. She was dancing and having a good time, and having just won a big case she was in a celebratory mood. But overhearing two women talking about the tall cute guy who'd just walked in, her ears perked up when one said, "Yeah, and I hear he's hung like a horse!"
Emboldened by a couple of drinks and feeling especially naughty, Katie soon had Lute, the tall cute guy in question, engaged in conversation in the kitchen. And then she asked him to go down to the basement to help her bring up some more wine.
Locking the basement door behind them, when they reached the bottom of the stairs she pushed him against a wall and gave him a deep tongue-lashing kiss, leaving no doubt she was loaded for bear. Only problem was, she was on her period. And when she got his cock out of his pants to suck him off, she realized she'd just unleashed the dick of her dreams.
Katie swore Lute's cock rivaled her forearm in length and girth, and as she worked its big mushroom head into her mouth, she knew she had to have him, right there and then, her menstrual cycle be damned.
No stranger to anal sex, she'd encouraged some lovers to plow her back forty, and she enjoyed it. But taking Lute's leviathan up her ass was altogether another matter, especially since her lube was upstairs in her purse. But being a resourceful girl, next to the wine bottles she saw a bottle of her friend's best olive oil and knew she had a solution.
So after anointing Lute's cock and her anus with a liberal amount of Italy's finest lubricant, she took off her skirt and panties, leaned over the washing machine, and flexed her ass as he began slowly working his monster up her rear chute.
Fortunately the music from upstairs drowned out her screams when Lute finally had her fully impaled on his truncheon. And when he began to work it in and out of her ass, slowly at first, and then with more emphatic thrusts, she moaned like a wounded animal.
The exquisite pain of his thick meat reaming her bung was so nastily wonderful that it didn't take much clit rubbing before she was bucking and wailing her way through an orgasm of epic proportions.
But that wasn't the end of it, not by a long shot, because Lute now had her tits pulled out of her top and was groping them and pinching their nipples with one hand while gripping her ass in the other. And as she came, he began to furiously pound her bum, prolonging her screaming climax while he moved towards one of his own.
Lute's orgasm that night was something she wouldn't soon forget. It was like having a fire hose blasted inside her -- a veritable explosion, followed by a torrent of cum that gushed out of her butt and dripped down her thighs onto the basement floor.
Sliding off the washer and dropping to her knees, she hungrily grabbed his cock and shoved it in her mouth. Thinking she was just going to suck off his last remnants of spew, she was startled when he continued to cum, filling her mouth with another round of jizz, and then one more for good measure. Gulping it down as best she could, she looked up at him with a worshipful gaze as cum ran down her chin.
"Where have you been all my life?" she asked with a bewildered, sperm-filled smile, knowing she'd now do anything to have his beast inside her again.
And that, dear readers, was the beginning of Katie Yate's obsession with Luther Casey and his magnificent cock. And as she drove to her office reliving that first encounter, she unconsciously slid a hand inside her blouse and circled her long fingers around one of her nipples, relishing the thought that Lute would soon be ravaging her with his huge cock and erupting inside her again like some ballistic missile.
Katie knew she and Lute were really well-matched, and considering it in legal terms, his huge cock provided a perfect "quid pro quo" to her pussy's fleshy wings.
Fortunately it was Friday and the end of her work week. And having gotten a big end-of-year bonus, she'd booked a weekend at a top-drawer Japanese hot springs resort up north and invited Lute to join her.
Katie wouldn't generally go away with a guy for a weekend so early in their relationship, but she couldn't wait to spend a couple of days indulging in the resort's amenities and being a very bad girl with Lute. And her strategy was that afterwards, having gorged herself on his cock all weekend, she'd have this infatuation thing under control.
The plan was for her to pick Lute up later that evening at a club where the entertainment company he worked for was putting on a show, and then they'd head out of town. So after working late at the office, she went back to her apartment to finish packing.
She'd been to the resort twice before with other lovers and knew it was an extraordinary place. It had hot spring pools, saunas, steam rooms and private hot tubs, along with massages and various spa treatments. It was a blissful getaway with a serene ambience amid structures that appeared to have been wholly transplanted from Japan.
Knowing her pussy and ass were going to be getting a serious workout over the next few days, Katie was sure to pack plenty of lube. And then just for kicks she tossed in one of the BDSM toys an old lover had bought her. They'd dabbled in some bondage, and not knowing how the weekend with Lute might play out, she figured, "Why not?"
On their drive to the resort that night Katie and Lute got better acquainted. Though they'd been together more than a half dozen times, those dates had mostly been about sex. Sure, they'd gone out to dinner and a basketball game, but that'd just been prolonged foreplay before a long night of fucking.
But now since they had a whole weekend together, as they drove north in Katie's late model BMW, they dug deeper into the "Getting to know you" aspects of their relationship.
Katie was 28 years old, five years Lute's senior, and was tall, slim and lovely. She had wavy short brown hair and dark eyes, a classically pretty face, and a set of round C cup tits with prominent nipples and the perfect amount of sexy sag.
She had long legs that she loved to wrap around Lute's waist when they fucked, along with a shapely ass and hips that rounded out her figure. She was a "hot babe" by anyone's definition. And her looks had definitely been an asset to her career, especially since she was also tough and wicked smart.
But Katie's body had an additional feature that her lovers found especially intriguing: her pronounced labia. Her pussy lips -- both her labia majora and minora -- were unusually big and meaty and they spread like butterfly wings from her vulva. Swelling when she was aroused, they were thick burgundy curtains that framed the entrance to her carnal kingdom. And though earlier in life she'd been self-conscious about them, she'd since come to love her wings and how they brought her untold pleasures, thanks to their heightened sensitivity during sex.
As for Lute, as devoted readers know, he was well over six feet tall, brown-haired, handsome and fit. And though he possessed a cock that put him in the top tier of the male populace, and loved the way women swooned over it, he was an otherwise smart and modest guy with a winning personality.
But like Katie, Lute also had a bad boy side that he'd turn loose on willing lovers. And Katie, as he'd learned that first night at the party, was definitely willing.
It was about 11pm when they arrived at the resort. It'd been built several generations before by a Japanese family who brought in craftsmen from Japan to build it in the style of a classic Japanese mountain hot springs resort. Meticulously constructed from hand-hewn timbers, it had beautiful woodwork throughout and a peaceful zen-like atmosphere.
The resort had guest cabins lined along a lake and more tucked up on the hill behind the main lodge. With a dining room, bar, and spa amenities in the central lodge area, the resort had a wealth of creature comforts. And after checking-in and dropping off their bags in their lakeside cabin, Katie and Lute changed into the resort's plush terrycloth robes, had some sake, and then headed over to one of the hot spring pools.
It was understood that swim suits were optional in the pools, and all the half dozen soaking guests that evening had chosen the naked option. It was a cold and clear mid-winter night, and steam rose from the hot water, creating an ethereal haze over the pool as Lute and Katie slipped in.
The resort wasn't a nudist colony or a swingers scene, but it attracted guests who were uninhibited about their bodies and sexuality. And the provided robes and kimonos, with little or nothing underneath, were the primary uniform around the resort.
