The story

DICK STRETCHERS

Brenda McIntire parked the BMW in her personal space behind the chic boutique style private gym that she was part owner. It was early and the gym didn’t open for another hour but Brenda, now known as ‘Mack’ by those that knew her, wanted to work out a bit before dealing with business.

She unlocked the door and turned off the alarm. Her cell phone jingled. It was a text message from Nancy, her lover. She knew Nancy Trussman since second grade and they had developed a relationship over the years, especially since Teresa Randle, her third grade teacher helped her develop her skills.

“HEY BABE HD GRT TIM LST NITE KISSES”

Mack giggled. Nancy always was the romantic one in their relationship. Dropping off her purse and clothing in the office, she walked into the dick working room. Inside were tables where clients came to get their girl cocks jelqed, a rhythmic working of the blood into the shaft, making them over time expand and lengthen.

In the middle of the padded tables were large holes, so that the experienced jelqer could work on the client’s hanging shaft easily. Since Mack was alone she chose one of the chairs and grabbed some lube. Carefully, Mack hauled up her cock. At almost seventeen inches long soft, she knew that she didn’t want to get hard. The key was to get a nice soft chubby, working the blood from the base to the head slowly, methodically and intensely. Since third grade, she had worked on her technique that Teresa had shown her. Through the years, her ten incher was now a nice horse cock. Soft, her cock hung just past her knees. Hard? Well, let’s just say that Nancy never saw that. Hell, Mack thought it just a bit too freaky. Only alone at the club would she let go and let her monster expand to it’s fullest extent. It didn’t hurt to see the full results of her exercises every so often, even in secret.

Concentrating and breathing deeply, Mack began her routine. Her slick fingers massaged the pliable flesh around, working the blood into her hanging girl cock slowly, forcefully, using her strong hands to mold and push the blood in.

She heard a door open and looked up. Pamela, one of the best jelqers in the gym walked by the open door and looked in. She stopped.

“Hey Mack. Lookin’ good there,” she said walking up to the woman working her massive chubby. “Whoa. It sure is fucking thick honey. Even so soft. That’s like bigger than beer can thick at the head but it tapers thinner toward the base. Jeez, is it heavy?”

Mack giggled and offered her slippery eel to Pamela. Softly, Pam palmed the elephantine cock, forcing to bend over a bit.

“Man, you carry this boa constrictor between your legs?” Mack grabbed the cock back and worked her strong fingers into the pliable warm dick flesh.

“Yeah, but it’s worth it.”

“I can see. Wow. I thought my improvements were big.”

“Where are you at now?” Mack asked.

“Ab