Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2010 8:48:48 GMT -5
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Conventional wisdom says that athletes aren’t supposed to have sex before an event. Chad Evans has never cared much for conventional wisdom. Less than 24 hours before his match against Johnny Reb at Slam, Chad is in the enviable position of being on the road in lovely Baltimore, Maryland with his girlfriend the even lovelier Holly Van Buren.
If you can resist her charms then you don’t have a penis, and if you did then you wouldn’t know what to do with it. Anyway Chad and Holly are staying at a luxury suite at the Hilton Hotel on the harbor, paid for courtesy of WCF management. No sign of Paris yet, but who needs her when you have this?
Holly is the type of woman who knows how to please a man. If he is straight then he will succumb to her spell. Of course Holly has even been known to turn gay men straight in her time. Holly didn’t have to work quite so hard to coax the Chad Dogg out of his shell. Chad’s Johnson is always happy to see Holly’s punani. Who needs the amenities of a five-star hotel and its surrounding metropolis and seaport when all this man is really looking for is hot, hot love? On second thought Holly likes it here, it’s a nice place. If fine dining and a bit of sight seeing puts her in the mood then bring on Charm City! That’s Baltimore’s nickname… seriously.
After a night on the city it’s time for the lovebirds to nest. Chad is sprawled naked on the king-sized bed in their suite while Holly changes into something slinky in the next room. It’s not that she really needs to wear anything at all, but it just adds a touch of class and glamour when she dolls it up. Chad fantasizes about the pleasures of the flesh that await him when Holly appears before him like a goddess in the doorway. She’s wearing a white, lacey gown, matching bra and panties and white slide sandals. Chad licks his lips like a dog eyeing a piece of raw meat as he admires the shapely form of Holly's body standing in the doorway.
Holly slides one foot out of its shoe and extends her leg toward Chad. She raises the leg and extends it upward until the tips of her toes are touching the top of the doorframe, showcasing the flexibility of a gymnast. Chad is ready, willing and able to put this young woman’s flexibility to the test. Oh yes he wants her bad. Come over here and get this salami, hot mama! No words need to be spoken, the body language is universal and it speaks volumes. Holly bounds from the doorway like an Olympic sprinter and hops into bed with Chad. Chad rips her gown off and tosses it asunder then works to free her bosoms from that cumbersome brassiere. Chad is a caring man and he wants those knockers to breathe.
Upon freeing the double D breasts from their oppressive captor, Chad drinks of their milk as a child drinking from mother’s bosom. Holly laughs gaily before her laughter turns to moaning. Chad sucks Holly’s nipples like a good boy should and leaves no question regarding his intentions as he slips her panties down her legs. Holly spreads those legs wide and Chad pounds her sugar walls with the fury and power that only a Big Dick Superstar can bring. Holly is loving every moment of it as rock hard cock plunders her ripe soil and plants the seeds for future generations.
Over the course of the next several hours the raven-haired temptress and her blond cohort will engage in a variety of lascivious activities, most pleasurably their explorations into the cowgirl and doggystyle positions and an assortment of orifices. Holly is a woman who doesn’t object to taking it up the ass. She regards that as being part of her duty as a fair and equitable sexual partner, and it gives her certain leverage over the male in the relationship. She can make him do certain things that he wouldn’t ordinarily agree to, but we don’t need to discuss that at the present time. After all Chad Evans is a proud man.
Chad Evans: “I’m jammin’ in your ass! I’m jammin’ in your ass! You know you love it, girl! I’m jammin’ in your ass!”
Holly Van Buren: “Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass, Chad! Fuck my ass!”
She’s screaming as her head and tits bob up and down, among other things. Later in the evening Holly would go on to suck Chad’s dick, worshiping his cock like only she can with those soft, flush lips that draw allusions to Angelina Jolie. She strokes his iron shaft with her lips while teasing the head of his penis with her tongue. His cock swells to the size of a cucumber. She doesn’t let him cum until she’s good and ready when she’s got him all hot and bothered and he can’t hold it in any longer. Then she lets him unleash his torrent of hot white cum in her mouth, squirt after squirt of reproductive materials that will never have the chance to reproduce before being swallowed. Yes, she swallows.
The mating ritual has reached its conclusion and the two lovers now embrace as one, under the covers, enraptured in body heat.
Chad Evans: “I will never understand how I was so fortunate to make your acquaintance, sweetest Holly. I will never understand it but I am thankful for every moment that I share with you.”
Holly Van Buren: “It was not fate, chance or the hand of God that brought us together, Chadwick. You earned your way into my lap with fortitude and a young man’s constitution.”
Chad’s eyes sparkle with satisfaction.
Chad Evans: “I am the rock hard magnate.”
Holly Van Buren: “You are the reanimated Charles Foster Kane for the modern generation.”
Chad Evans: “I am a Godlike figure.”
Holly Van Buren: “You’re better than God because you’re a figment of no man’s imagination.”
Chad Evans: “I’m better than Torture and Greenfever. I’m bigger and badder than any man.”
Holly Van Buren: “You will kill any man with the blood in your veins and the sweat on your brow. You will bend their bodies and break their bones until they can no longer tolerate the anguish and agony.”
Chad Evans: “Can life really be this simple? I’m fucking the most beautiful woman in the world and that gives me the strength to leap tall buildings in a single bound?”
Holly Van Buren: “The scent of my cunt can drive you to commit acts of serial homicide.”
Chad Evans: “Your cunt smells like pomegranate and it tastes even sweeter. I spent what… two, three hours down there tonight?”
Her smile hints strongly of post-orgasmic delight.
Holly Van Buren: “You’re a good boy, Chadwick.”
Holly pats his head, the mistress petting her loyal servant.
Chad Evans: “There’s only one other thought on my mind right now, only one thought other than your cunt.”
Holly Van Buren: “What might that be, my darling?”
Chad Evans: “I have to admit that I’m thinking, a little bit, about my match tonight.”
Holly Van Buren: “That’s natural, Chad. You’re a professional, of course you’re going to think about your work. Although...you weren’t thinking about wrestling while you were fucking me, were you?”
Chad Evans: “Oh God, of course not. I’m not a weirdo.”
Holly breathes a sigh of relief while clutching her bosom.
Holly Van Buren: “Good, good, because I would’ve had to reexamine our relationship.”
Chad Evans: “Oh absolutely, baby. I would never expect you to tolerate such an overt act of homoeroticism. I didn’t start thinking about Johnny Reb until just now. You know, I was in the ring with Johnny last Monday night on Slam and I felt pretty damn good. I was able to do some work against him, but he got in some clean shots. I can’t deny it he’s a damn good scrapper. I’m just wondering what makes Johnny Reb tick? What is Johnny packing in his Confederate trousers?”
The look of inquisition on Holly’s face suddenly turns to disgust.
Holly Van Buren: “You’re thinking about Johnny Reb’s cock?”
Chad Evans: “Well… yeah. But it’s not sexual or anything. You don’t understand the male psyche.”
Holly Van Buren: “Believe me, Chad. I make a good living from understanding the male psyche.”
Chad Evans: “You’re talking about sex. I’m not talking about sex, I’m talking about combat. Johnny is so lithe when he’s competing in the ring, his movements are almost dainty and ladylike. I think he could have female chromosomes.”
Holly Van Buren: “Good God, you’re not talking about that T-girl stuff again, are you?”
Chad Evans: “No, no, no, that’s completely different. T-girls are men who transform into women. I think Johnny is a woman who transformed into a man.”
Holly Van Buren: “You sound like a lunatic. Do you realize that?”
Chad Evans: “I’ve studied the tapes of his matches, Holly. I’ve battled him inside of the ring. I know what I’m talking about. I watched the massager segment on Slam last week. Did you see that particular segment?”
Holly Van Buren: “I caught the replay. I was getting my hair and nails done when it first aired.”
Chad Evans: “You were getting your hair and nails done while I was getting ready to compete in a wrestling match?”
Holly Van Buren: “I know that you don’t like my toes unless their pedicured and Silvio only has so many openings in his schedule.”
Chad Evans: “Yet he has plenty of openings when a young Italian studmuffin walks into his salon?”
Holly grimaces, ever more disgusted by Chad’s course of dialog.
Holly Van Buren: “Don’t be crude, Chad. Anyway get on with your point. What about the massager segment?”
Chad Evans: “The Confederates were selling these quote-unquote women’s massagers that were supposedly molds of their… you know.”
Holly Van Buren: “Penises?”
Chad Evans: “Hey, watch your language! There’s no need to stop being a lady.”
Holly Van Buren: “Chad, we just fucked for hours on end and we did it every way possible, including in each other’s ends. It’s OK to say penises.”
Chad Evans: “Right, you’ll have to forgive me. I can get into a rigid mindset at times, which is unusual for an anarchist. So as I was saying Johnny and Doc were selling these massagers that were molds of their penises, or so Doc claimed. I doubt that he was telling the truth in his case because I can’t imagine that any man who spends that much time bragging about the size of his penis has anything to brag about. I’m hung like an elephant but I don’t feel the need to advertise it.”
Holly Van Buren: “No, no… of course not. You would never do that.”
Holly rolls her eyes at the oblivious idiot.
Chad Evans: “Johnny on the other hand was much more sheepish during the segment, almost like he was embarrassed to be there. Either he’s hung like a gerbil or he’s hiding a whopper.”
Holly licks her lips as she thinks about that possible whopper.
Holly Van Buren: “I can find out for you if you really want to know?”
Chad touches Holly’s soft, beautiful face with his hand and sighs in admiration of this selfless and courageous woman that he loves.
Chad Evans: “Dearest Holly, I appreciate your offer but this is a job for a Big Dick Superstar.”
Holly Van Buren: “What the hell are you talking about, Chad?”
Chad Evans: “Tonight at Slam I’m going to put Johnny to the test. I’m going to show him my package and I’m going to make him swallow me raw. In turn he will show me his unit and I will return the favor.”
Holly can't believe what she's hearing.
Holly Van Buren: “Are you comfortable with doing that?”
Chad Evans: “Of course I’m comfortable with it. It’s really not much different from my experiences with the T-girls in Thailand and Brazil.”
Holly throws her hands into the air and sighs in exasperation.
Holly Van Buren: “Again with the T-girls? I don’t care if you’re comfortable with it because I’m not comfortable with it, Chad!”
Chad Evans: “Don’t be silly, Holly. I was merely using the T-girls as a superficial point of reference. My experience with Johnny would be strictly professional, strictly business, nothing sensual or pleasurable. I need to know what I’m up against. If Johnny’s cock is comparable to mine then I need to know it. Do you know what it’s like packing meat like this?”
Chad grasps his cock in his hands and shows it to Holly. Holly turns her head away, not even wanting to dignify Chad’s behavior by acknowledging it. Chad takes a deep breath and exhales as the memories race through his mind.
Chad Evans: “All my life I’ve incurred the jealousy of those with small dicks. Just last week one of my teammates in that eight-man clusterfuck had some choice words for me. D-Day, the illiterate homeboy, questioned my dedication to the sport of professional wrestling and even went so far as to dispute the size of my manhood. I should’ve whipped out my cock during the match and slapped the taste out of his mouth.”
Holly Van Buren: “Yes, that’s exactly what you should have done. Bravo. Nicely played, Chad. I’m going to sleep now.”
Holly pulls the covers over her head, turns away from Chad and tightly grips her pillow. She tries desperately to ignore Chad’s ramblings and drift to sleep.
Chad Evans: “All through the ages philosophers, wise men and in more recent times scientists have searched for the answer to a most pressing question: why are some men born with big dicks while other men, lesser men, are born with shrimp dicks? It’s a question that may never be answered. All I know is that I was born with this gift, a gift that has its share of burdens, but they are burdens that I cherish. The greatest burdens of a big-dicked man are more joyous than the greatest joys of a small-dicked man. Do you know what I’m saying, Holly?”
Holly replies from under the covers.
Holly Van Buren: “You’re saying that you want to have sex with Johnny Reb?”
Chad chuckles heartily like the wise men and philosophers of which he speaks.
Chad Evans: “No, my dearest silly Holly. I’m saying that I MUST have sex with Johnny Reb!”
Holly groans in disgust while Chad shakes his head and laughs. As the minutes tick away on the clock, Holly gradually drifts to sleep. Chad sits awake in bed, prognosticating the prognostications of a madman.
Conventional wisdom says that athletes aren’t supposed to have sex before an event. Chad Evans has never cared much for conventional wisdom. Less than 24 hours before his match against Johnny Reb at Slam, Chad is in the enviable position of being on the road in lovely Baltimore, Maryland with his girlfriend the even lovelier Holly Van Buren.
If you can resist her charms then you don’t have a penis, and if you did then you wouldn’t know what to do with it. Anyway Chad and Holly are staying at a luxury suite at the Hilton Hotel on the harbor, paid for courtesy of WCF management. No sign of Paris yet, but who needs her when you have this?
Holly is the type of woman who knows how to please a man. If he is straight then he will succumb to her spell. Of course Holly has even been known to turn gay men straight in her time. Holly didn’t have to work quite so hard to coax the Chad Dogg out of his shell. Chad’s Johnson is always happy to see Holly’s punani. Who needs the amenities of a five-star hotel and its surrounding metropolis and seaport when all this man is really looking for is hot, hot love? On second thought Holly likes it here, it’s a nice place. If fine dining and a bit of sight seeing puts her in the mood then bring on Charm City! That’s Baltimore’s nickname… seriously.
After a night on the city it’s time for the lovebirds to nest. Chad is sprawled naked on the king-sized bed in their suite while Holly changes into something slinky in the next room. It’s not that she really needs to wear anything at all, but it just adds a touch of class and glamour when she dolls it up. Chad fantasizes about the pleasures of the flesh that await him when Holly appears before him like a goddess in the doorway. She’s wearing a white, lacey gown, matching bra and panties and white slide sandals. Chad licks his lips like a dog eyeing a piece of raw meat as he admires the shapely form of Holly's body standing in the doorway.
Holly slides one foot out of its shoe and extends her leg toward Chad. She raises the leg and extends it upward until the tips of her toes are touching the top of the doorframe, showcasing the flexibility of a gymnast. Chad is ready, willing and able to put this young woman’s flexibility to the test. Oh yes he wants her bad. Come over here and get this salami, hot mama! No words need to be spoken, the body language is universal and it speaks volumes. Holly bounds from the doorway like an Olympic sprinter and hops into bed with Chad. Chad rips her gown off and tosses it asunder then works to free her bosoms from that cumbersome brassiere. Chad is a caring man and he wants those knockers to breathe.
Upon freeing the double D breasts from their oppressive captor, Chad drinks of their milk as a child drinking from mother’s bosom. Holly laughs gaily before her laughter turns to moaning. Chad sucks Holly’s nipples like a good boy should and leaves no question regarding his intentions as he slips her panties down her legs. Holly spreads those legs wide and Chad pounds her sugar walls with the fury and power that only a Big Dick Superstar can bring. Holly is loving every moment of it as rock hard cock plunders her ripe soil and plants the seeds for future generations.
Over the course of the next several hours the raven-haired temptress and her blond cohort will engage in a variety of lascivious activities, most pleasurably their explorations into the cowgirl and doggystyle positions and an assortment of orifices. Holly is a woman who doesn’t object to taking it up the ass. She regards that as being part of her duty as a fair and equitable sexual partner, and it gives her certain leverage over the male in the relationship. She can make him do certain things that he wouldn’t ordinarily agree to, but we don’t need to discuss that at the present time. After all Chad Evans is a proud man.
Chad Evans: “I’m jammin’ in your ass! I’m jammin’ in your ass! You know you love it, girl! I’m jammin’ in your ass!”
Holly Van Buren: “Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass, Chad! Fuck my ass!”
She’s screaming as her head and tits bob up and down, among other things. Later in the evening Holly would go on to suck Chad’s dick, worshiping his cock like only she can with those soft, flush lips that draw allusions to Angelina Jolie. She strokes his iron shaft with her lips while teasing the head of his penis with her tongue. His cock swells to the size of a cucumber. She doesn’t let him cum until she’s good and ready when she’s got him all hot and bothered and he can’t hold it in any longer. Then she lets him unleash his torrent of hot white cum in her mouth, squirt after squirt of reproductive materials that will never have the chance to reproduce before being swallowed. Yes, she swallows.
The mating ritual has reached its conclusion and the two lovers now embrace as one, under the covers, enraptured in body heat.
Chad Evans: “I will never understand how I was so fortunate to make your acquaintance, sweetest Holly. I will never understand it but I am thankful for every moment that I share with you.”
Holly Van Buren: “It was not fate, chance or the hand of God that brought us together, Chadwick. You earned your way into my lap with fortitude and a young man’s constitution.”
Chad’s eyes sparkle with satisfaction.
Chad Evans: “I am the rock hard magnate.”
Holly Van Buren: “You are the reanimated Charles Foster Kane for the modern generation.”
Chad Evans: “I am a Godlike figure.”
Holly Van Buren: “You’re better than God because you’re a figment of no man’s imagination.”
Chad Evans: “I’m better than Torture and Greenfever. I’m bigger and badder than any man.”
Holly Van Buren: “You will kill any man with the blood in your veins and the sweat on your brow. You will bend their bodies and break their bones until they can no longer tolerate the anguish and agony.”
Chad Evans: “Can life really be this simple? I’m fucking the most beautiful woman in the world and that gives me the strength to leap tall buildings in a single bound?”
Holly Van Buren: “The scent of my cunt can drive you to commit acts of serial homicide.”
Chad Evans: “Your cunt smells like pomegranate and it tastes even sweeter. I spent what… two, three hours down there tonight?”
Her smile hints strongly of post-orgasmic delight.
Holly Van Buren: “You’re a good boy, Chadwick.”
Holly pats his head, the mistress petting her loyal servant.
Chad Evans: “There’s only one other thought on my mind right now, only one thought other than your cunt.”
Holly Van Buren: “What might that be, my darling?”
Chad Evans: “I have to admit that I’m thinking, a little bit, about my match tonight.”
Holly Van Buren: “That’s natural, Chad. You’re a professional, of course you’re going to think about your work. Although...you weren’t thinking about wrestling while you were fucking me, were you?”
Chad Evans: “Oh God, of course not. I’m not a weirdo.”
Holly breathes a sigh of relief while clutching her bosom.
Holly Van Buren: “Good, good, because I would’ve had to reexamine our relationship.”
Chad Evans: “Oh absolutely, baby. I would never expect you to tolerate such an overt act of homoeroticism. I didn’t start thinking about Johnny Reb until just now. You know, I was in the ring with Johnny last Monday night on Slam and I felt pretty damn good. I was able to do some work against him, but he got in some clean shots. I can’t deny it he’s a damn good scrapper. I’m just wondering what makes Johnny Reb tick? What is Johnny packing in his Confederate trousers?”
The look of inquisition on Holly’s face suddenly turns to disgust.
Holly Van Buren: “You’re thinking about Johnny Reb’s cock?”
Chad Evans: “Well… yeah. But it’s not sexual or anything. You don’t understand the male psyche.”
Holly Van Buren: “Believe me, Chad. I make a good living from understanding the male psyche.”
Chad Evans: “You’re talking about sex. I’m not talking about sex, I’m talking about combat. Johnny is so lithe when he’s competing in the ring, his movements are almost dainty and ladylike. I think he could have female chromosomes.”
Holly Van Buren: “Good God, you’re not talking about that T-girl stuff again, are you?”
Chad Evans: “No, no, no, that’s completely different. T-girls are men who transform into women. I think Johnny is a woman who transformed into a man.”
Holly Van Buren: “You sound like a lunatic. Do you realize that?”
Chad Evans: “I’ve studied the tapes of his matches, Holly. I’ve battled him inside of the ring. I know what I’m talking about. I watched the massager segment on Slam last week. Did you see that particular segment?”
Holly Van Buren: “I caught the replay. I was getting my hair and nails done when it first aired.”
Chad Evans: “You were getting your hair and nails done while I was getting ready to compete in a wrestling match?”
Holly Van Buren: “I know that you don’t like my toes unless their pedicured and Silvio only has so many openings in his schedule.”
Chad Evans: “Yet he has plenty of openings when a young Italian studmuffin walks into his salon?”
Holly grimaces, ever more disgusted by Chad’s course of dialog.
Holly Van Buren: “Don’t be crude, Chad. Anyway get on with your point. What about the massager segment?”
Chad Evans: “The Confederates were selling these quote-unquote women’s massagers that were supposedly molds of their… you know.”
Holly Van Buren: “Penises?”
Chad Evans: “Hey, watch your language! There’s no need to stop being a lady.”
Holly Van Buren: “Chad, we just fucked for hours on end and we did it every way possible, including in each other’s ends. It’s OK to say penises.”
Chad Evans: “Right, you’ll have to forgive me. I can get into a rigid mindset at times, which is unusual for an anarchist. So as I was saying Johnny and Doc were selling these massagers that were molds of their penises, or so Doc claimed. I doubt that he was telling the truth in his case because I can’t imagine that any man who spends that much time bragging about the size of his penis has anything to brag about. I’m hung like an elephant but I don’t feel the need to advertise it.”
Holly Van Buren: “No, no… of course not. You would never do that.”
Holly rolls her eyes at the oblivious idiot.
Chad Evans: “Johnny on the other hand was much more sheepish during the segment, almost like he was embarrassed to be there. Either he’s hung like a gerbil or he’s hiding a whopper.”
Holly licks her lips as she thinks about that possible whopper.
Holly Van Buren: “I can find out for you if you really want to know?”
Chad touches Holly’s soft, beautiful face with his hand and sighs in admiration of this selfless and courageous woman that he loves.
Chad Evans: “Dearest Holly, I appreciate your offer but this is a job for a Big Dick Superstar.”
Holly Van Buren: “What the hell are you talking about, Chad?”
Chad Evans: “Tonight at Slam I’m going to put Johnny to the test. I’m going to show him my package and I’m going to make him swallow me raw. In turn he will show me his unit and I will return the favor.”
Holly can't believe what she's hearing.
Holly Van Buren: “Are you comfortable with doing that?”
Chad Evans: “Of course I’m comfortable with it. It’s really not much different from my experiences with the T-girls in Thailand and Brazil.”
Holly throws her hands into the air and sighs in exasperation.
Holly Van Buren: “Again with the T-girls? I don’t care if you’re comfortable with it because I’m not comfortable with it, Chad!”
Chad Evans: “Don’t be silly, Holly. I was merely using the T-girls as a superficial point of reference. My experience with Johnny would be strictly professional, strictly business, nothing sensual or pleasurable. I need to know what I’m up against. If Johnny’s cock is comparable to mine then I need to know it. Do you know what it’s like packing meat like this?”
Chad grasps his cock in his hands and shows it to Holly. Holly turns her head away, not even wanting to dignify Chad’s behavior by acknowledging it. Chad takes a deep breath and exhales as the memories race through his mind.
Chad Evans: “All my life I’ve incurred the jealousy of those with small dicks. Just last week one of my teammates in that eight-man clusterfuck had some choice words for me. D-Day, the illiterate homeboy, questioned my dedication to the sport of professional wrestling and even went so far as to dispute the size of my manhood. I should’ve whipped out my cock during the match and slapped the taste out of his mouth.”
Holly Van Buren: “Yes, that’s exactly what you should have done. Bravo. Nicely played, Chad. I’m going to sleep now.”
Holly pulls the covers over her head, turns away from Chad and tightly grips her pillow. She tries desperately to ignore Chad’s ramblings and drift to sleep.
Chad Evans: “All through the ages philosophers, wise men and in more recent times scientists have searched for the answer to a most pressing question: why are some men born with big dicks while other men, lesser men, are born with shrimp dicks? It’s a question that may never be answered. All I know is that I was born with this gift, a gift that has its share of burdens, but they are burdens that I cherish. The greatest burdens of a big-dicked man are more joyous than the greatest joys of a small-dicked man. Do you know what I’m saying, Holly?”
Holly replies from under the covers.
Holly Van Buren: “You’re saying that you want to have sex with Johnny Reb?”
Chad chuckles heartily like the wise men and philosophers of which he speaks.
Chad Evans: “No, my dearest silly Holly. I’m saying that I MUST have sex with Johnny Reb!”
Holly groans in disgust while Chad shakes his head and laughs. As the minutes tick away on the clock, Holly gradually drifts to sleep. Chad sits awake in bed, prognosticating the prognostications of a madman.
