'I know,' she purred, rotating her hips around his fat juicy prick. 'I always dreamed that this was the way you'd take me.'
Hank loosened his grip on her and swung into a better position without removing his dick from her hole.
Laurie wrapped her arms around Hank and whispered into his ear. 'Fuck me, Hank, fuck me.'
Hank didn't need any further encouragement. He fucked her and fucked her to the complete delight of them both.
Once he had broken the ice with Laurie, it was open season. If it looked good and made itself available, he fucked it. It was fun, just like the old days in school. And once the women realized he was out to stud again, they practically stood in line waiting for their turn to get into his pants.
It wasn't too bad while Cathy was finishing the last months of the pregnancy, and the 'waiting period' after. He was anxious to bed her again, but Cathy knew it wasn't quite the same.
The years passed. The children grew. Hank allowed the company president's wife to seduce him, and at age thirty-four he became a vice-president.
His marriage settled down to a quiet routine. Cathy was a good wife, an excellent hostess, and a wonderful mother. From the outside it would appear that they were the perfect couple with the perfect marriage. And in truth, there was very little to complain about.
But the tiny crack in their relationship that had started with Hank's first extramarital affair slowly widened to a gulf. It grew over the years. Not in their daily relationship, but in bed, was where it was most apparent. Hank often wondered if Cathy knew of his affairs with other women, even though he was extremely discreet about them.
Cathy suspected what was happening, but never said a word. Whether it was because she didn't want to face the reality of it, or whether she was just too much of a lady to face him with it, even she didn't know for certain, and she told herself that she didn't face him with it because of the children. That way she made peace with herself, and with Hank.
Things continued on until just before Hank's thirty-sixth birthday. He had begun to notice that women had subtly begun to change their attitude towards him. They had stopped looking at him with lust and yearning in their eyes. Stopped making advances. He was the one who had to make the approaches now. He was the one who had to try and turn them on so that he could have his way with them. He didn't want to admit that it was happening, yet he couldn't deny it.
Something was going wrong. They were flocking to younger men. He looked in the mirror one night. His body still looked good, he thought. It was pretty lean still, although he could see where some of the muscle tone was gone. And his skin seemed a bit bumpy, not tight and smooth like it used to be. 'But certainly,' he told himself, 'not enough to make all that much difference.'
Then it hit him. It was his hair! His hair line had somehow receded too far. And it was thinning on top. That's when he decided to get the hairpiece.
He wore it home one night, not having mentioned it to Cathy. She took one look and hit the roof! Then it all came out. His vanity, his ego, and the big one… his women.
It was a row the likes of which they had never had before. The years of suppressed bitterness came tumbling out of Cathy, and Hank bit back. When it was all over there was very little left to call a marriage.
Then the next blow came. The company president announced his retirement. The company was audited and Hank, who was to be the next president, was met one morning by the IRS and FBI, who informed him that there was no company left to be president of. It had been milked dry. Rather than face imprisonment for a bevy of charges, not the least of which was embezzlement, Hank's boss committed suicide. The company went into a receivership and closure.
It was almost more than Hank could take. His whole world crumbled around his ears. His manhood slid down the drain. Everything he had worked for, everything he had believed about himself, everything he had built for his family was all gone. In the midst of it all, Cathy divorced him. Total wipe out!
He went into a tail spin. He felt de-balled, an empty shell. Everything — his job, his children, his wife, his home, his cars, his desirability with women — all of these things were an extension of his penis. The up-front visual proof of his manhood. And now it was gone. And what was worse, if anything could be worse, he didn't seem able to get another job. No one wanted him.
At first he blamed his troubles on his deceased boss. He blamed the government. He blamed the economy. He blamed his frigid wife (even though she wasn't). He blamed women's lib. He blamed the whole fucking world. But in the end, he blamed himself. He blamed his unfaithfulness. He walked around with his prick hanging out, and fate cut it off.
Things never did really right themselves never did get much better for Hank. Eventually he found a job at a big cut in salary and responsibility, but his success with women just seemed to do nothing but deteriorate. It affected his whole attitude and demeanor, this loss of face, this loss of manhood.
He no longer fought for a better position within his new firm. He didn't even rear up on his haunches when someone took a pot shot at him; he just let things ride.
He began losing his virility. He no longer walked around with a slight swagger and a tight ass, as he had when he had been cock of the roost. He began to look and walk like all the other harried businessmen with mush between their legs.
Hank was hurting, but he wasn't dead, not yet, so he decided on this vacation at the seashore. With a beach full of lovely young things, surely there would be at least one that would find him attractive and make him feel like a man again.
What happened on the first night of his long-awaited rejuvenating vacation? He got no play at the bar. And when, finally, a young thing sat down beside him and he turned on the charm, what happened? She accepted his advances and named her price. Hank was so far into her by then, he couldn't back out. So he fell to the depth of having to pay for it!
'So I paid for it! So what!' Hank yelled out loud into the darkness. 'Lots of men do. And just because I did once doesn't mean that I will again!'
He jumped out of bed and fumbled for a cigarette. He lit it and drew on it deeply, exhaling the smoke slowly in a steady stream. 'No, dammit! There is a lot of pussy out there, and I'm still in for my share. I've got a good face, a good body… and before this vacation is over some little honey is going to walk right up to me and ask for my dick. Just like that!' He believed this with every fiber of his being now; he believed in total desperation that this would be exactly how it would happen.
All that crap, the house, the job, the cars, the wife, the kids, the social status. They weren't really his manhood. They were only extensions of his manhood. He knew that now. They were only extensions of his prick.
Cut them away. Cut away the house, the job, the cars, the wife, the kids. And when you did, all you cut away were the extensions, not the manhood. You cut away the extensions, but the prick was still intact. That was his manhood. That was his pride. That was the whole thing, baby! And it was still functional.
Hank looked down at his dong and stroked it lovingly. 'I've still got you,' he told it softly, 'and together we'll lick the world. You'll see.'
With that comforting thought, Hank and his dick rolled over and went to sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
At seven-thirty in the morning he was awakened by the desk clerk. At first he was angry, and then he remembered that he had left word to be awakened at that time. He wanted to be out on the beach early.
By eight-fifteen Hank arrived at the beach area, a tote filled with cigarettes, wallet and stuff and an air mattress under his arm. He also had a giant red and white striped towel. He spread out his gear on the beautiful white sand and skinned out of his polo shirt, leaving him only in his super tight, white stretch swimming trunks. He looked good.
Hank plunked himself down and surveyed the empty beach. He loved to get to the beach early, before all the mobs of people arrived. At these times, early in the morning, the beach area was so expansive, so peaceful and
