"Tuna Can" -My First Story -Dominated by Females

[thickstick]

Here is a story I wrote. Please tell me what you think.


My Tuna Can

"Pleeease let me see it" she said as she reached for the front of my shorts.

We had all been drinking and the situation was getting out of hand.

"I heard all about the 'tuna can'" she fell laughing on here knees. She couldn't stop laughing. She was now bent on all fours in front of me. As I pulled her up she deliberately pushed her face into my cock. I could feel the base pressing against her eye, the shaft running along her nose, where my head rested by her mouth. She stuck ouut her tongue and licked me through the fabric. I looked around. No one noticed.

"C'mon Nancy you're totally wasted" I responded mildly, "stand up."

"What does she mean tuna can" susan asked.

"Thats the name his ex called him... because his dick is like a tuna can"

I turned red with embarrasement. "Please Nancy. That's enough" She was approaching a standing position by slowly pulling herself up my body. She had a tight grip on my shoulders. I could feel her breasts. THrough the thin fabric of her shirt it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard. They were big. I felt my penis becoming hard. She must have felt it.


Susan, equally intoxicated, of course, had to ask what that meant.

"It means his dick is short and thick!" She yelled.

Susan began to laugh uncontollably. She actually started to fall over.

Blood rushed to my face. It was rushed to my cock. I was confused. I honestly felt dizzy . I tried to keep Nancy close to cover my erection. I pretended I was holding her merely to help her stand.

Susan stumbled closer. She her head down to crotch level. "Let's see that tuna can!" Nancy pushed herself away. My cock was sticking straight out obscenely in plain sight. Susan was momentarily shocked. For a moment she looked really frightened. In her drunkness she did not comprehend the possibilty that I might have a hard on. Now her face was inches away from it and sheleaped away from it.

"Oh my god. Tuna boy has a hard tuna can!"

It was true. Seeing her bend over made it even worse. I saw that see wasn't wearing a bra and her tits are DD. They were swinging around all over the place. When she jumped away from me her tits bounced and continued to bounce as she backed away. Her nipples were hard against her tight Van Halen t shirt.

"Well are you going to whip it out or are we going to have to pull your shorts down?"

I never suspected that my ex talked about my dick with her friends. I was shocked, but also turned on. I wondered if she had shown them the mold we took of it with the "Make your own Dildo" kit she bought at the porn store. She used it several times. She called it "the tuna can."

Nancy ran up to me. She jumped on me and we fell onto the couch. She crawled up my chest so that her tits were pressing against my face. She had me pinned. Then I felt tugging at my shorts. They were being pulled down. Susan had exposed my hard cock to the somewhat cooler air. Icouldn't see anything. I honestly wasn't putting up much of a fight.

"Holy shit" I heard Susan yell "It is a fucking tuna can. I've never seen a penis like that."

Nancy turned her head, but she probably didn't have a good view.

"I told you... I knew he did. We used to take Henry out for a laugh every now and then"

"Henry?" Sue asked.

"Yup they took a mold of it and called it Henry"


They were both laughing so hard. They couldn't stop.

It sounded like Sue was walking closer to it. I peaked my head around and saw her leaning in to get a closer look.

"What am I supposed to do with that? It's four inches long and thicker than my arm!"

I felt her hand wrap around it.

"I can't even get my fingers around this meat stick!"

I couldn't take it anymore. Her tits were so soft. They seem to envelop me. Her whole body was s soft. Her breath was caressing my face.

I asked them to fuck me.

"Please. Please. I beg you. Please fuck me. I'm going to explode."

"I can tell. That's one hard cock. But you're out of luck we just wanted to laugh at your wang."

"Please. Please." I responded in desperation.

Susan finally gave in. "Alright. Alright. I'll beat your meat. But that it."

I felt her hand stroking the length of my shaft.

I began to suck on Nancy's nipples. She pretended not to notice. She didn't respond at all at first. She just lied on my while I sucked. A coupe minutes into it she pulled her tit out of her low hanging top.

"There you go. Now you won't get my shirt wet."

There was a sound of pity in her voice. God, her fat tits were so nice.

Suddenly I came. Susan laughed.

"eww gross"

"What?" nancy asked.

"The tuna can squirted on her back!" Sue screamed.

Nancy looked pissed. "That's the thanks I get for letting you suck on my tits. It's punishment time."

 

[JackLuis]

Tuna Can Man?

It has a certin minimalist quality that is appealiing. No scene discription,

yet it's subject is minimalist enough the it doesn't really need any buildup.

Hemmingway wrote this way, (almost.) (Hemmingway it ain't.)

Very human story too. I liked that.

Don't ask me about phrasing and grammer, I read the words and I didn't have any discontinuities while I read it.

Simple and too the point.

Then too, it was sort of a memory that is always in the motion pictures of the mind, rathers than still pictures of the exterior, moving emotional memories of humilliation and a mercy handjob.

 

[Scopo]

I agree with JackLuis that this story doesn't need build-up. Tuna Can? Seems to me a strange choice which doesn't really bring any emotion to the story. Never a fan of Hemmingway. Right after Conrad for giving me a headache so I would say make it richer while keeping with the faster tempo which I do like.