It was difficult to get used to only using one hand on a shaft as thick as Dee Dee's. But after a moment, Jordan found a rhythm, and soon had both gi...ls moaning in pleasure from her efforts. "You're doing fucking beautiful, Jordan," said Clyda. "Now squeeze my balls. Don't forget about them. Didn't I tell you how talented Jordan was at this, Dee Dee?" "You're right Clyda. She's a natural at this," agreed Dee Dee, as Jordan began to rub and squeeze her massive nuts. Jordan continued to ride. Fucked up, huh? Turning every man's dream into my nightmare. Giving me the ability to have any woman, but not letting me control it.Shit happens.The hard-science-fiction types and dungeonmasters are at this point probably salivating for the technical details of my, um, affliction. So I'll open it up for a little Q&A.When does Dick take control, and how? Is it the same every time?Dick's strength is sexual arousal. Mine is mental focus. It's a tug-of-war -- sometimes it's a slow slide, like when. That was five years ago. I was only 18 then. The accident changed everything. My sister Connie is one year younger than me. She fell off a ladder and broke both her legs just above the ankles. She stayed at the hospital one night. Then, daddy brought her back home, carrying her in his strong hands. Connie's legs were casted from the base of her toes all the way up to her hips. She was sniffing plaintively. The nightmare began. Mom and dad were pampering her all the time. They were fulfilling. ‘I want this. Please.’ Heather increased the setting once more, causing Miranda’s head to swim. Her eyes closed partway and the room began to blur as she focused inward on herself and the intense pleasure between her legs. She felt her clit stiffen more than it ever had before. Almost involuntarily, her hips began to undulate slowly as if grinding her pussy against an unseen person. She reached down to her waist, tugging her panties slightly upward in sync with her hip movements, dragging the.