Michelles First Uncut Cock Ch 04

Part 4 -- The next day

Michelle woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, smiled and rolled over toward Robert's side of the bed. In her half sleep state she thought "Of course he isn't there..." rolled back and then opened her eyes.

The room was bathed in light, the shades and curtains open. "What time is it?" she thought leaning toward the clock which blinked 12:00... 12:00... 12:00... "Damn. Now what?" Picking up her phone she pressed the appropriate buttons and 9:14 appeared on the screen. "Oh."

She stretched, kneaded her breasts, grabbed 'her' for a moment, and smiled at the morning. "Yes."

Michelle typically looked forward to her day and today was no different. She liked her morning ablutions, brushing her teeth, going for a power walk, showering and applying her lotions, brushing her hair and picking out the clothes for the day. It was a routine that set her up for whatever came next she just loved the process.

This morning, on the way to the bathroom to brush her teeth, she saw the coffee pot and the note next to it:

'Michelle, I'm downstairs in the lobby having coffee and reading -- didn't want to disturb you. Come on down when you're ready -- I've got a surprise for you.'

"Oh... a surprise!" Her first thoughts were something in the line of "I can't wait." but that was quickly followed with "A Surprise?"

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Robert set his coffee and paper down when he saw Michelle walking toward him from the elevator bank. "Well good morning Sugarplum."

"Good morning, Robert." she smiled and then she saw Dave.

"Good morning... Mr. Curtis isn't it?"

"Yes, it is. Good morning, Michelle. I hope you slept well."

"Thank you, yes." Michelle wasn't sure where this was going, why Dave was there, what Robert had in mind if anything.

"I ran into Dave this morning when I picked up the paper Michelle and he remembered me from yesterday. We've been having an interesting conversation about your behavior toward him and he's made a request that I've decided to honor."

"A request?"

"Yes, one you're going to enjoy."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. You're going to be a judge in a contest he's put together for his club. All you have to do is decide the winner. I think you're going to love it."

"OK." Michelle wanted to ask what it was she was going to judge but she knew that if Robert wanted her to know he'd already have told her.

"So, when do I get to start?"

Robert looked at his watch "It's almost 11 Dave, your guys going to be ready?"

"I can have them there in a half hour."

"Good enough... we'll be there."

'There' was The Shark Lounge and Dave's group was a not so outlaw biker group. That is, while they loved their fun and had no problem with hooking up together, there were no 'colors', hierarchy, code, or organization of any type. They were just guys that liked to have fun and get their rocks off. Today they were going to get their rocks off and an unwitting Michelle was going to help.

When Robert and Michelle pulled up to The Shark Lounge, many of the group were already there milling around and many of them were already on their 4th or 5th beer. A bunch of their old ladies had congregated off to one side and eyed Michelle both with contempt and a touch of 'She has no idea what she's in for.' knowing. "Hey honey, come on over here. Let's see your stuff." One of them called out.

Michelle looked at Robert who nodded in their direction. "On my way."

Michelle was dressed to the nines biker chick style today. That is tight jeans, a cowboy hat, a vest, and a silver chain. Robert had insisted on that today. It had been a while since Michelle had worn the chain suspended between her breasts and held there with clamps tightly attached to her nipples. She remembered the first time she'd worn it -- the night she met Robert at the Ritz Carlton in Sarasota. That was over the top and just attaching the clamps reminded her of that incredibly exciting evening.

Knowing that these women were not the same as those she'd known in Connecticut, most had tattoos and piercings, she wasn't worried about the chain, but she was self conscious. It was obvious where it was attached and she had nothing on other than the chain underneath the vest.

"Nice look lady." Heather smiled. "I like the chain."

"Yeah." another chick, overweight and dressed in a tank top, mini-skirt, and boots reached out and hooked a finger under it pulling it, and Michelle, toward her. "Nice."

"Turn around honey." Heather, who seemed to be the lead of the women's group, said.

Michelle turned to her left, and when she got half way around Heather slapped her butt. "Yeah, you'll do. The guys are going to like you for this job. So, how did you get picked?"

"I don't know." Michelle replied. "I don't have any idea what the job is other than that I'm going to be a judge of some sort of contest."

Heather and the other old ladies started to chuckle. "You don't know what you're judging?"

"No. Should I?"

"Our old men's dicks."

"What?" Michelle, startled, stood up straight and turned her head quickly to see Robert, Dave, and some of Dave's crew talking cold bottles of beer in each one's hand.

"Yeah. They got this wild hair the other night and almost got into a hell of a fight over who had the most perfect cock. They made a huge bet -- the loser has to ride his bike naked through the campgrounds and the winner gets to lick slippery nipples of all the other guy's ladies. They couldn't come up with an impartial judge thinking that we know our own men's units so they somehow found you. Lucky girl."

Michelle was stunned. This was her 'punishment' for being rude? She thought quickly in her mind how filthy these cocks were going to be. Did these guys even wash? How was she supposed to judge them?

"Ok, so it's set then." Dave said out loud. "Miss Michelle here is going to go inside and get ready while we draw straws to see the order that we go in. Heather, take her in would you?"

Heather smiled, hooked her finger under Michelle's chain and started toward the front door. Inside she took Michelle to a cubicle where each of the sides was covered by black curtains. Inside the cubicle were a chair and a note pad. The note pad had 17 numbers written on it and had hand drawn columns headed 'size, length, girth, appeal, cut/uncut', and, it seemed this was written in as an afterthought and in different script 'load'.

Heather: "Ok Michelle, here's your job. You just sit there in the chair and one of the guys will split the curtains on one side or the other -- they're clipped together so they'll only open waist height -- and 'display' his junk to you. Your job is to inspect him, write down your notes, and make sure that you get him off so you can determine how much 'load' he is able to let loose. "

"Load?" Michelle asked "I'm sorry but really? You want me to jack them off and measure their load?"

"Look" Heather said "I don't care how you do it, just make sure they all get off and you report back to us. There's a lot riding on this and you're on the hot seat for now." "And don't fuck it up or you'll have to start over again." What she hadn't told Michelle is that they were going to be watching. That one wall was a one way mirror and all the old ladies and the men who had already been in the room were going to be able to watch her do her work.

"Ok... ok. I think I got it." Michelle sat, a bit dumbfounded. She noticed that the room was very dimly lit and that there was a stool with a bottle of water on it. There was also lotion and Nivea Body oil. "Hmmm... that's odd" The only time she'd seen Nivea Body oil was with Robert who often used it to massage Michelle. She thought fondly of the first time he'd done that and she was laying on her stomach as he oiled her generously and, while massaging her shoulders had slipped his cock into first her bright red haired pussy and then the tight bud of her anus. "He must have had something to do with this." Conspicuously absent were napkins or wet naps.

A moment later music started out loud -- 'We are the Champions' was the song. Michelle had to stifle a chuckle as the curtain on her right opened just a little and a man's lower belly, pubic hair, dick and balls appeared.

The first one was smallish, only a couple of inches long flaccid and completely covered with skin. His pubic hair looked like it had never been trimmed and his balls, almost black with hair, hung tightly underneath the stub of a penis. Michelle thought to herself "OK, I can do this." She leaned over and took a good look. With her right hand's index finger and thumb she pulled the foreskin back to reveal a purplish head, round and tight on the stub of a penis. She lifted it and looked closer pulling the foreskin back as far as it would go. She leaned forward and took a deep breath. "Ok... so at least he's washed." she thought. She wrapped her hand easily around the short shaft and the tip didn't even stick out past her palm. She reached over and squirted some lotion on her hand. She smoothed it on both this man's balls and his now growing unit and started to stroke him. It didn't take long before she felt him bucking behind the curtain and fucking her hand and she was now getting into it. One hand on his dick, the other cupping his balls, Michelle was mesmerized by the man's dick head which was playing hide and seek behind his foreskin. She leaned in close to get a really good look having only had one experience with an uncut cock and that was so shocking that she hadn't really had the time to inspect it.

Splat. "WHAT?" "That fast?" The first man had come so quickly that Michelle was shocked. His cum shot out in three, four quick spurts and landed mostly on Michelle's chin. It dripped down her hand which was still holding him as his dickhead receded quickly behind his foreskin.

"Dang that was fast." She thought. Then "Oh crap." (there was that word again -- now she was saying it and she loathed that word.) "Ok, ok.... write it down. She turned to the note pad, picked up the pen and noticed that her hand was dripping with cum. She looked around the cubicle wondering if she'd missed the Kleenex, but she hadn't so she took her cum covered hand, held it up to her face and licked it, sucking the man's cum off the skin between her thumb and index finger. "Not bad." she thought.

Before she had finished writing her notes the curtain opened again. This time it was an erect cock that presented itself to her. This one was much different from the first but still unremarkable. "This looks like my first boyfriend's penis." she thought noting that it was pleasantly smallish, maybe 6 inches and nearly perfect. This one was smooth, the head perfectly proportioned and neatly cut. Just like a boy's she thought. Adding to the effect was that he was shaved, completely -- no hair on his crotch or balls and they were tight against his body. She thought it must be cold out there. Reaching for his dick Michelle found herself stroking him lightly and leaned in to smell. Michelle loved the smell of men, of their crotches, their balls, and their sex. She kissed the head of his cock and thought "Who do you belong to, little guy." She cupped his balls and started to both stroke him and to kiss/pull his dick with her lips. She loved the feel of the bottom of his cock on her tongue and let herself enjoy his smoothness as she sucked him off lightly.

This time she felt his orgasm coming and, not thinking about the size of his load for her notes, allowed him to cum in her mouth and, especially, on her tongue. Again he shot four/five times in her mouth and she could tell he was having his last spasms when she thought "Oh shit! The load! How am I going to measure that?" She sucked in her cheeks trying to measure his load by the amount of room it took up in her mouth. Deciding that that was good enough she swallowed, kissed the end of this little perfect cock and turned to write again.

As she was writing she thought 'This is going to take all day.' 'I hope I can get out for a bathroom break.'

She turned back to see the third cock hanging through the curtains. Holding him in her left hand, she reached over and took the top off the water bottle and took a sip of the refreshing liquid and swallowed.

This one was different. Much larger than the first two it hung 7 or so inches down and the bulb was covered again with a foreskin. "Nice." she thought at first glance. Inspecting it closer though she couldn't help but notice that this cock wasn't perfect at all. It had a decided waist. A waist... on a cock... as in it was thinner in the middle than on either end. "Wow." she thought "That's different." Michelle leaned down and let this cock fall into her mouth lifting her head up with it inside. She pulled back with her lips and allowed it to fall out and hang down again. Again she leaned over and opened her mouth allowing it to fall in, lifting her head again and pulling it back out. This time it didn't fall nearly as far, growing in size and, on either end, in girth. She leaned forward opening her mouth a third time and rose up until the head of this misshapen dick touched her tonsils. She wrapped her lips around the thin waist of his cock and started to move back until she felt the girth widen again. She leaned forward again and then back. Michelle reached under this man's balls and tickled them, playing with them as she played with his twin-sided dick. She was getting into this now enjoying her position as judge. Licking the underside of his cock as she pulled back this time she raised her right hand and held him as she backed off looking at the head of his uncut cock.

Looking straight into it and pulling back just a little, she marveled at how his skin hung close to the head but not tightly. She smiled at the pee slit, a small 3/8ths inch line where he would have some sort of stream but certainly not a round one come rushing out after a six pack of his favorite beer. She loved that that tip had some moisture on it. His precum was beginning to drip from the end and she touched it with her tongue. Enjoying herself she tried to press her tongue into this little slit but knew that was an impossibility.

Stroking him and now holding his balls tightly he shot his wad and she was ready for it. Michelle aimed this man's cum at her breast having pulled the vest aside with her elbow. She watched as it landed on her 36C and began its motion downward. Two, three, four, five spurts and then some twitching. She loved the twitching of a man's cock when he was finished shooting his load and this time was no different.

Still holding his cock she leaned forward and rubbed its length on her breast spreading his seed around on it and smiling to herself. "This is fun." she thought. "Thank you Robert."

The next several cocks were unremarkable, slightly different lengths, widths, some shot out more cum and some less. She alternately sucked on some and gave just hand jobs to others. She took some of the seed in her mouth and some on her face and tits. She took notes and was proud of the job she was doing.

She was also getting horny. With the last dick, a darker than usual one but not black, Hispanic she guessed, she'd started to pull the chain between her breasts aggravating the pinching of the clamps. This excited her even more and she started to rub her breast, mashing it in her hand and pulling the chain on that side harder. This time, instead of stroking him, or sucking him off she let go of the chain and pressed her breasts together around his cock. Tit fucking this cock she noticed how wet she was getting and that she was practically swimming in her own juices. She reached over momentarily and grabbed the Nivea Oil and squirted a generous amount on her breasts and the cock between them.

Up and down she watched both the cock head as it emerged and disappeared between her breasts but also the swinging of the silver chain as it bounced wildly with her motions. "Oh my GOD!!!" she thought as she had her first climax not stopping her motion but screaming loudly with the orgasm. Just as she was returning to reality he shot his load hitting her first on the nose and then chin and then between her breasts which were folded over him. Up and down Michelle watched as his head disappeared and emerged the tip wet with his thick, white cum.

"I'm going to fuck the next dick that comes through that curtain" she thought. "I've got to get laid." Even before writing her notes she wiggled out of her jeans anticipating the next unit to join the competition.

The crowd watching her was high-fiving and laughing at what was happening on the other side of the mirror.

"Send in Bob" Dave said and a quick phone call was made downstairs.

Michelle was ready to jump on the next cock through the curtain. She'd already figured that she'd probably have to lean over and have him take her from the rear and she'd moved the chair to the other side of the cubicle so she could lean on it. "C'mon... c'mon..."

The curtain parted and "HOLY SHIT!!!" she couldn't help but say it out loud. "What the hell is THAT?"

'THAT' was the shortest thickest dick she'd ever seen. Not more than a nub it was maybe an inch and a half long and just barely sticking out from the bushiest man she'd seen in her life. What the heck to you do with ... what do you call THAT? "No... NOOOOOO." she thought shaking her head. "This can't be happening. Now what do I do."

Not having enough of a unit even for her to grab a hold of, and having to measure his 'load' Michelle had no option other than to use her mouth. Leaning forward, her hand between her legs now playing with herself, she pressed her face into Shorty's belly his stubby unit hardly passing her teeth. She sucked in and ran her tongue around the stub of a cock and it started to grow. "Thank God." she thought. Pulling him in and tonguing him she decided she could do something else with this miniature cock. Opening her mouth wider she tucked his balls into her mouth too and ran her tongue around both his balls and his growing unit.

Playing with herself with her right hand she took her left and first wet the index finger and then reached under this mystery biker pressing up to the first knuckle into his rectum. She felt him dip a bit when she did this as if his knees were getting weak, but this had the effect of pushing her up to the second knuckle and she took advantage of that to shove her finger all the way in. Sucking vigorously on his now completely engorged 3" cock his spunk shot in quickly and covered the inside of her mouth, his stubby dick, and his balls. Michelle was surprised at how much she actually liked the feeling and pushed her finger in and out of the biker's ass resulting in his jerking himself forward doing his best to fuck her face. She was enjoying herself so much she forgot for a moment that she was really, really horny.

Letting his dick and balls fall out of her mouth and pulling her finger slowly out of his ass she leaned forward and licked all the cum and saliva off his junk. She pulled the stubby dick into her mouth once again and then... smiling to herself, she kissed the tip of this poor man's unit. "You're welcome." she said to herself quietly.

As she was writing down her notes for that last encounter, the ninth dick of the afternoon, and proud of the notes she was keeping she could feel the curtain rustle again. This time there was an actual cock, certainly the largest of the day. Now here was something she could use to relieve herself and then she noticed something written on it. 11.

"Eleven?" she thought... "Eleven? Did I miss one? What? No, that can't be right! Eleven?" But there it was, written on the top of this man's cock. 11. "Damn." Then, "Ok, ok.. I'll just have to deal with it." and got to work.

Testing this cock she held it in both hands weighing it and measuring its width her hands barely able to circle its girth. And, again, this cock was uncut. "Oh my." she thought "Oh my."