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 Author: Burstout Laffin

   Licking Lollies Part 2 of 3 - Homonymic Hormones Summary: A twisting
narrative with puzzlement, humor and hornporn, about two eager neighbor
girls and an aunt's many gifts.  Keywords: Mfg, cons, 1st, voy, rough,
oral, intrr

   This is a story, an obvious fantasy.  It contains sexually graphic and
explicit material and as such it is not suitable for minors.  If you are a
minor, or if it is otherwise illegal for you to read or view sexually
explicit material in your community, please close the file and move on.



   The third day happened to fall on a shortened school day.  God bless
teachers' unions and "professional development" time.  I hadn't known,
honest.

   The weather had stayed mild.  Hints of mist and chill in the morning,
but bright and warm come after school, as I knew my wood would.  The girls
still hung out in the fishing hole.  I stayed in the house, watching them,
listening to them, playing with myself.  They'd re-lived Monday, each of
them pants down, playing with their pussies.  Wednesday they watched the
Lollies dvd again, not embarrassed by the girls doing each other anymore,
not jumping past the kissing, petting, 69 and strap-on ass fucking.

   Twice I'd listened to them imagine what could happen.  It had taken me
an hour of trespassing Tuesday morning to get the camera hidden, shot
framed, and microphone protected from the wind.  If they kept their usual
spots, I'd have a shot of both of them.  I knew what they wanted, or what
they thought they wanted.  Rhoshan's fantasy of my rod stretching her with
ease wasn't going to be fulfilled without distress, but being restrained,
groped, and abused like Larisha was a certainty.  Sally's visions of having
both her holes stuffed was a sure bet.  Sally, like Mollie, was all about
penetration.  She'd be able to take my whole cock much easier than bony and
tight twelve Rhoshan.  But there'd be a price paid.  Rhoshan was so slight
I wouldn't be able to let loose with her.  She'd be constrained alright,
but so would I.  Sally was going to get smacked around.  I knew how to have
fun without leaving bruises

   So it was purely coincidental that I had finished with the wiring and
camera adjustments and was minutes into a mellow, post-shower buzz.  I
intended to fanta-laze in the hammock a bit, then lay out the linens and
oils.  Stretched out and drifting, I was completely primed, lengthening as
image after image floated up.  Rhoshan's cunt, so tight and pretty slit
between her twiggy long legs.  Cum splattered over Sally's freckle-titted
chest.  Anyway, I was surprised and half hard when shortly after one the
two unmatched pussies walked into my backyard.

   "We rang your doorbell, nobody answered." Rhoshan must have had a cache
of outgrown clothes, as on that Thursday she wore a red and black skirt
that reached only about three inches below her slit as she glided toward me
with so long strides.  She wore wedge sandals which made her thin legs even
more bird-like.  I wanted to wishbone her immediately.  Her tank top was
black and a size too small so it also emphasized her skinniness.  She knew
her ballerina-gymnast-fairy body excited me.  "Fucktoy.  Look at the
fucktoy." whispered Moby.

   `That's probably because nobody heard it.  Somebody or anybody could
have heard it, but instead nobody was there, so nobody answered.  I take it
nobody sent you back here?" It was Super Silver Haze, greenhouse grown
outside Comptche.

   Irish red Sally wore a strapless cum-colored sundress with an
elasticized bust, showing off her figure which was rounding every day.  It
hugged her hips as they swayed toward me.  Spraying her would put cum cream
on cream cotton on pale creamy flesh.  "Get in her!" insisted the Beast.

   "Sorry girls, I'm not interested in cookies or raffle tickets or
magazine subscriptions."

   Rhoshan bit, eagerly outraged.  "You said three days and it's three
days. You said only if we both wanted to and we both really want to.  You
said anything we want and we know what we want."

   "I don't recall any of that." I swung out; stood and leaned back into
the hammock, showed them my cock was half-hard in my shorts.

   "Nick Naaack..." Rhoshan whined and turned back toward Sally...

   "Bootie whack!" I sprang and swatted her toward the house.

   "Give a Nick a bone," put in Sally, while she watched my swelling
swollen prick.

   Once we were all in the kitchen, I stopped them.  "Couple things ladies.
First, do you guys know what a vasectomy is?

   "You don't shoot sperm?" from Sally.  Rho looked blank.

   "I had a real simple operation, Rho, so I can't be makin' no babies."
Still blank.  I didn't think she'd even considered the possibility.  An
example of why the law is right.  Too many unethical pedophiles in the
world.

   "Sal, today you're going to feel me shoot my cum inside you." I waved
them down the hall toward my bedroom, but stopped them before they got to
the open door.  "Rho, I have lots and lots of different toys because Sally
said she wanted toys.  You said you wanted to do things the Lollies did. 
Larisha loved being tied up.  Would you like that?"

   "Sho'yeah I'd like that.  But first nice Nick, ok?  I mean I know
"potato" and you can hurt me a little, I like that, but first soft Nick,
ok? Your tongue, like last time.  Then I'll be your Lollie, Nick, I'll be
your little girl black slut.  But yeah, stretch me out like Larisha.  I
like how you look watching me all spread.  I feel super sexy."

   "`Come with uncle, and hear all proper.  Hear angel trumpets and devil
trombones.  You...  are...  invited.'" Lolitas had no clue about "Little
Alex".  Two thousand and one paths of strange love-shining glory to make
cockwork of orange Sally with my spare dick cuz I'd full pedal to the metal
with no jacket bury all, end in little ho Rho, eyes wide and breath shut by
my dick down her throat ...well, cue the Gioachino Rossini.

   I opened the door on the left and waved the two girls into the Playroom,
the converted second and third bedrooms, now a single large space.  I
followed them in, removed my clothes as I went.  They didn't even notice,
being far too engaged in gaping at the room's decoration, or rather
installation.  There were bars and rings, benches, a pillory, a leather
upholstered gurney, with extending arms and legs, an open corner
tile-floored shower, a binding and tool rack, and a bed at just the right
height for me to stand and ram a spread-wide pussy.  Skylights and frosted
glass provided defuse, bright natural illumination, while two floods on
stands guaranteed there'd be no inconvenient shadows.  Yeah, I'd been
fixing the place up.  There was a lot more gaping later.

   "It's like a nasty gym!", from Rho.

   "So what do you do here Nick?  Why all this?"

   "I'm opening a special sort of photography studio.  Sort of a
fantasyland for certain people who want to do what they can imagine.  These
are all props for people's sex dreams.  Would you like to see?  In fact, I
just finished the wiring, would you guys help me test it?  I won't record
anything, just test the cameras and the video and audio systems.  You'll be
able to see what we do from different angles while we're doing it!" It was
perhaps the finest cast I'd ever made.

   "Yes!" from Rho, an immediate strike at the shiny lure.

   I set the hook, walked over to the control panel and flipped on all the
microphones and the wall and ceiling-mounted cameras.  And, of course,
everything was being recorded.  A big flat screen above the leather goods
filled with tiles of camera views.  The system also played encrypted
videos, some I'd made, some I'd traded for, and some I'd inherited from my
aunt.  Have I mentioned she was a sex
arranger/producer/recorder/actor/pedophile?  Much of the equipment other
than the electronics had come from my aunt's "studio".  Quite a bit of my
kink came from the absolute abandonment I witnessed and experienced with my
aunt and later with a few of her clients, usually men who wanted to see
their willing daughters fucked and abused, a couple times mothers who
joined in.

   When I entered college, my mother moved to Belgium to live with a clown
she met while touring with the Flying Karamazov Brothers as cast masseuse.
Em sent me ticket money to fly to Reno on breaks and long weekends.  I
became an invitee to many a suck soirée and fuck fete.  I was even
auctioned once at a benefit gala for Promise Breakers.  Em had a soft spot
for youth-centered causes.  My aunt had corrupted, trained, and filmed the
Lollies.  That was well before my mother finally allowed me to visit Aunt
Em alone, but I remember Mollie and Larisha from later when they shared a
pricey condo in San Antonio while unpaid interns in public relations for
the pro basketball and soccer teams.

   The girls ran around the room, looking up at the screen, mugging for the
cameras and making each other laugh.  I followed and focused with a
handheld.  They quickly grasped my explanation about how playing to the
camera made a better video than looking at the screen when eyes were in the
frame.  The Beast was fully primed and cocked.

   "Nick, your cock is so big and hard.  What shall we do?  You said you
had lots of..."

   "Sally, why don't you go pick out some toys while I pull on this little
black girl." Sally scanned the room more closely and located the treasure
chest under the trapezes.  It held, shrink wrapped, everything from
fingertip vibrators to a yard-long red double-headed donkey dong.  While
she went at it like a three year old in a mall ball room, I threw a goodly
length of soft rope over a suspended bar and clipped an end to a ring in
the wall.  Rhoshan stood perfectly still, watching me and my prick.

   "Take off your shirt.  You trust me Rho?" My buzz humming forehead to
dickhead, I walked around the little black girl.

   "Do anything you want Nick.  But...nice first, ok?" While she pulled the
tight top over her head, I snagged the handcuffs.

   "Give me your hands," She was cuffed before I answered.  "It'll be nice,
baby.  Nice and nasty." I leaned to her and whispered, "Think about how
you'd like it to be when I fuck you with this cock the first time."

   "I already know how I want it to be.  I want..."

   "Not now, little cunt, later." The cuffs clipped to one of the many
rings knotted into the rope that dangled from the bar overhead.  Rhoshan
looked uncertain, but she was up on her toes, almost hanging, in an instant
when I pulled on the rope and tied it off at the wall ring.  I stood before
her, cock raging.  No ball gag the first time.  I wanted her screams,
orgasmic or otherwise, recorded when she got deeply penetrated for the
first time.  I decided to let her simmer.

   "Look what you're doing to me.  My cock is drooling, wanting to take
you. But today, we're just going to get you ready to take me later.  I'm
going to make you cum over and over and then I'm going to fingerfuck you
until you cum, so you're ready for the surprise that Sally's going to help
me with."

   One camera caught the Beast bobbing and weaving in front of the girl's
torso, one got her obscenely displayed as a fuckdoll puppet hung before me.


   "You think about that and watch what's going to happen to that cunt over
there." The Beast led the way.  "Sally, here we come."

   "Nick, you remember how I said everything was so fucking big?  Well,
everything is SO FUCKING BIG!  This room, these toys," she turned from the
box, "your cock.  Look at it Rhoshan." For the first time she noticed
Rhoshan's predicament.  "Ooohh, that little Lollie is going to learn it
isn't she, Nick?  Up my pussy Nick, promise you'll put it up my pussy."

   "I'm going to cum inside you, remember?  Don't you worry, Sally, you'll
get way more than you want girl, and then you'll want even more.  So,
what'd you pick?" I asked.

   "I can't choose.  Some of these, I don't understand what they do." She
held up a clear acrylic speculum in one hand and a pussy pump in the other.
"You choose, Nick.  You make it good."

   I walked over to her and handed her my dick.  I looked over the top
layer and chose a slender pliable artificial finger vibrator.  Sally
stroked me, but looked disappointed.

   "For you to use on Rhoshan later.  I'm going to fuck you with this one,"
I whispered, and picked up a red glass butt plug, not scary big, maybe five
inches and swelling to the size of my cockhead - between a golf ball and a
racquet ball.  She'd sense the breadth of my future assault, I wanted the
depth to be a shock.

   "Fuck yeah!  I'll bang the bitch as hard as you bang me." Sally
whispered back, entered Lollie mode.

   "No.  You won't.  Not even close.  I'm going to be rough with you" I
one-handed Sally's top down.  Her muffin tits were topped by nipples so
hard they seemed to throb.

   "You like, Nick?"

   I slapped her chest, swatted her hard with my fingertips.  She shrieked.
Then I backhanded her to make sure the sting would last while I slid the
dress down her body.  Little cunt wasn't wearing panties.  I grabbed her
snatch, intended to roughly ram a finger up her, but she was so slippery,
so ready, that the digit slammed in to her like fucking soft butter so I
stuck in another.  She was soaked to mid-thigh, my wet wrist witness to her
lubricity.  I Grouchoed her by her cunt across the room to the gurney set
at an angle to nearby Rho, who hung, staring and lightly panting.

   "Aauuquuhhgh.  Motherfucker!  Come on!  Fill my cunt, you motherfucking
bastard!"

   How could she have known that?

   For my sixteenth birthday, Mom and I went to visit Em at the brothel she
was part owner of outside Las Vegas.  That's not strictly true, I didn't
visit the brothel until after my birthday.  Em had gotten Ed Meese to let
us use his penthouse suite downtown so it was there that I first slept in a
waterbed, watched a porno film, met the Righteous Brothers, and had a
three-way.  I don't remember the order of those events, but I was in the
movie.  So were the Righteous Brothers.  No, ya pervert, just "Turn On Your
Love Light", with the pounding beat, for sound on one segment at the end of
which, like them, I felt alright.  Bill and Bobby (looking back, they had
already become more Vegas than Righteous) would NOT have taken turns
rimming me and swallowing my cock like my mom and Em did.  I treasure the
film, it's the only one I have of the three of us together.

   Later, at the brothel, I had my first pre-teen virgin pussy, the
daughter of one of the pros.  My first afro-asian girl.  About my eighth
fuck.  Skinny little thing.  I took her listening to her mother give jerk
off instructions to a client in the next room.  "You like this pussy?  You
want to be up in here?  My tight hole.  Ooohh, look at your big dick. 
Stroke that big dick for me, baby.  You want to put it in me?" while I
fucked the little girl.  That had momentous consequences.  The girl liked
it, but the mother did not concur.  Aunt Em reached an accord, and I
learned about pegging.  I became kinder, if not gentler.

   I shoved Sally onto the gurney, turning it so the cameras got the best
views, including one of Rhoshan starting to twitch under the strain in the
background.  On her hands and knees, Sally's fleshy white ass quivered as I
enjoyed abusing her cheeks with slaps, pinches and bites.  I moved in a
tripodded camera for a close shot of Sally's holes.  Moved the gurney a bit
so the overhead got a beautiful shot of her back and ass while a wall mount
caught her ass lifted in profile.  "Hold on to the handles on the end,
Sally." And before she knew it, she was trapped by wrist restraints. 
"Now." I held up the red butt plug and drizzled lube onto it.  "Which hole
Sally?" I dribbled the thin lube across her ass cheeks, with an extra
dollop at the top of her crack.

   "I want you in my pussy."

   "And you'll get me.  But which hole do I fill right now with this heavy
cock?  Oh, never mind." I twisted and pushed the plug into her ass slowly
but steadily.  She thrashed, but could not escape.  Her ass must have
burned as she cried out, "Slow.  Slow.  Please, slow!" I eased only a bit.
She spread her legs and flattened her ass down onto the leather, but there
met only more pressure when I stretched the girl's rectum, filling her
assertively until I made sure the plug was lodged fully up her.  I massaged
her cheeks and whispered to her how fucking hot she looked, that the worst
was already over, that she'd soon want bigger and deeper.  She began to
relax, accommodated the weight and mass.

   "Raise your butt, Sally" She shifted, drew her knees up onto the gurney
again and lifted that beautifully reddened creamy behind.  Her ankles met
and that was when I slid the strap across her feet and pulled it tight
across the gurney just above her heels.  She was ass up locked in place. 
"Here baby, so you don't lose it." I ran a strap through the ring on the
buttplug and belted the toy snugly up her anus.  "Now you get used to that
while I have some fun with Rho.  Don't fret Sally, I'll be back soon. 
Enjoy the show and learn how to fuck yourself, how to move that plug in and
out by squeezing your asshole.  Get ready to have your pussy filled."

   I kicked two overturned plastic crates toward Rhoshan, then paused to
enjoy the sight of the tall super skinny toffee-colored twelve year old all
but suspended by her wrists, straining to keep her sandletips on the floor.
I used the remote to adjust wall-mounted cameras.  Rho couldn't resist
looking at herself.  She swayed and played.  I was so proud of her.  She
still wore the short plaid skirt, but it was around her ankles.  Her
lipless pussy was only a line between her legs.  I knelt and removed her
sandals, placed each foot atop a crate, allowing a foot of slack on the
chain that had lifted her.  But as she was twisting and flexing for relief,
I hauled on the rope while kicking the crates apart.  Then she was hung and
spread, her reedy legs split eighty degrees, up on her toes, barely able to
stay on the crates.

   "Ah, Rho, you're beautiful.  Look at her Sally." I walked around
Rhoshan, petted, caressed.  Cupped her between her thighs.  Stroked her
sinewy legs, massaged the muscles of her inner thighs, so taut, so sexy. 
Licked and sucked her nipples.  I never kissed girls during sex, I offered
no romance, only sex.  I always tried to explain that they'd have different
feelings with boyfriends or girlfriends later.  I was a resource - a horny
human library, a guided rollercoaster ride, not a love interest.

   I covertly kept an eye on Sally.  She had her head down on the gurney,
turned to watch me play with her friend.  But often as not I found her
grimacing, eyes closed, and I could see the rhythmic flexing going on in
her ass.  I stared a bit at the screen tile that showed the end of the
buttplug as it moved in her ass, her pussy was gaping open below it

   "Here's something you'll like, Rho." I removed a set of chain-connected
nipple clamps from the rack, then adjusted a mid-level camera to record her
little nipples as they were roughly pinched, the heavy chain momentarily
swung down between her knees.  Her nipples were entirely obscured by the
clamps, which didn't droop an iota.  She shivered and cried out as I
clipped the chain to the cuffs held so high above her head, then removed
what little slack there was.  Her nipples were tugged upward and she arched
her flat chest.  I didn't think I could get any harder but I did..  "Damn,
Rho.  This is going to be hot.  But first, let's watch Sally cum."

   "Nick..  no...please...finish me.  Please.  Go ahead.  You can do it
rough.  Hard.  It's ok.  Please.  I want to cum so bad.' I stroked her
belly, ran my hands down her legs, then up to her slit.

   "Oh, Rho.  You're gonna cum so hard.  But patience, Rho.  Watch Sally.
She's gonna get stuffed."

   "Fuck me, Nick.  Take me.  I'm ready.  It's good in my ass now.  Watch,
I can make it move.  Fill me more, Nick.  Please, fill me more."

   "Sal, I'm gonna make you cum, but I'm not fucking you yet.  I want to
make you cum, and if I was up your pussy when you came, I'd cum too.  I
don't want to cum yet, but I'm doing you good girl." I crossed to the toy
box and returned with one of my homemade toys - a silicone vibrator made
from a mold of my cockring-maintained erection.  "See, Sally, just like my
cock." I held it up for her and the cameras.  The flesh tone was off of
course, but except for color, the dong matched me, even had a slow pulsing
mode that mimicked my bob.

   I loosened Sally, rolled her over onto her back and mauled her while she
was still ass-impaled on the red plug, but no longer belted.

   I moved a couple cameras, then turned to stir Rho.  My hands roamed her
chest and flanks, felt how tight her thighs were, strained like that. 
"Rho, I'm gonna eat your tiny pussy baby, make you cum.  Then we're going
to open you my little chocolate Lollie.  But first, watch what I'm going to
do to your friend."

   "You tease too much, Nick.  You said anything we want.  Why can't we get
what we want?"

   "Ya can't always.  But you can get what I knead." I put both hands
between her legs, fingers digging in to her little glutes, pulling her
apart like splitting open a grapefruit.  My middle fingers rimmed her anus
and pussy.  "This will hurt, Rho, I'm taking the clamps off.  "

   Blood flooded back in to her nerve-strangled nipples and she screamed in
pain.  Rho jerked in her restraints, losing her balance.  She swung and I
watched her flail her legs until she regained the blocks, panting in
earnest then.

   "So fucking hot, Rho.  So fucking hot." I said from between Sally's
legs. She had pulled her knees wide, showing me her bright pink clit, open
pussy and the end of the glass toy stretching her asshole.  She was
squeezing her cheeks in rhythm, the red plug bobbing in her hole.  Sally
whimpered as I picked up the doppelganger dong while stroking the real one.
"Can you see, Sally?  Let's raise the back a little.  There, now I can see
those cum targets on your chest and your pretty face when I penetrate both
your fuckholes.  Oh Sally, I'm gonna fuck you so hard.  My whole cock is
going up inside you.  Hard.  So first, we're going to break you in so when
I fuck you I don't have to hold back." I slapped her reddened crotch, the
overhead camera getting a magnificent shot of the pale girl grinding her
uplifted cunt when I began rubbing the head of my stunt double through her
pussy lips.  I nudged the switch and the toy started buzzing on Sally's
clit and into the mouth of her gaping cunt.

   "Are you ready little girl?  Ready to be my Lollie?"

   "Rape me, Nick!  Do anything you like.  Use me any way you want.  Slam
me.  Fill me with dildos.  Fuck my mouth while you bang my virgin cunt and
rape my ass with that toy.  I'll show you a Lollie.  I can't spread any
more, Nick, take me just like this.  Get me ready for the real one, Nick
Let me feel how big it's gonna be."

   I spit on her clit, zoomed in on the POV camera, and started working the
head of the dong into her, just as if it was the original.  Her hymen was
long gone, but still, she'd had nothing this big deep up her fuckhole
before.  But the budding cunt loved getting stuffed and surprised me yet
again by heaving herself down onto the dick and popping in a good four
inches on the first try.

   "Aaaagghh.  Whaaahaa.  Oh my god.  Oh my god.  Wait, I can't...Stop."
she started backing off.

   "What?  Watch your language young lady."

   Sally yelped an "Aahh!  Nauwgh!".  She gave a gasp, a deep sigh, then,
with feeling, "Bury it up my cunt, fucker.  Take me deep, go ahead.  I'm
your slut.  Use my holes any way you want.  I'll cum on anything you put up
me."

   She was so slimy after that that I easily worked the dong in and out of
her, dick in hand, standing between her straining thighs.  "Ready to take
it all, Sally?"

   "Yes.  Yes.  Let me feel all of it.  Do it."

   I did.  With just the right speed, short of a ram, but in no way
intended to be kind.  Sally shrieked and shook.  She was flushed a fevered
red from cheeks to cheeks.  I let her come down, hope to catch her breath,
and pant, "Nick.  Ohmygod Nick.  That was..."

   That was when I started steadily fucking her asshole with the heavy
glass cock.  Followed by renewed thrusts up her pussy with my double. 
Sally started a gargling moan that built to a guttural flood of vowels.  I
made the cock up her cunt jerk and buried it all, then hit the strongest
pulse mode, as close as I could come to real cumming quakes in the quim - a
prop pop probably much like the real one was going to feel as she came on
it then like she'd cum on me later.  I swear I cold feel her cum through
the dong, shuddering quakes in counterpoint to the vibe's throbbing.

   Long strings of precum swung from my horn to my thighs, even my knee, as
I left Sally softly popping and fizzing, ass still filled with glass, and
re-focused lust and camera on Rho.  Rhoshan was trembling.  Her mouth hung
open and she winced every few seconds.  But the little toy was a trooper.
Moans, but no game-ending "potato".  "Nick, I think I ...  peed myself,
it's all wet."

   "No, baby girl, that's not pee.  Your pussy is just really, really ready
to be fucked and you're making a lubricant so a cock could slide up you
easier.  See?  My cock does the same thing." I ran my fingers through her
slit and sucked them dry.  "And you, my little licorice Lollie, are going
to be penetrated.  But I promised I'd eat your pussy.  Later Sally and I
have a surprise for you." I opened her handcuffs and lifted her up over the
crates.  "Grab the bar with both hands, Rho." I lifted her a bit so she'd
have no trouble spreading her aching arms and grasping the bar at each end.

   "Nick, I can't..."

   But by then her thighs were over my shoulders and my face was buried in
her tiny twat.  She was horizontal, almost six feet off the ground.  I
supported her back while I tongue-fucked her, noted how her tiny pellet
clit was already standing up in the boat.  I took a step forward, easing
her toward vertical.  She wrapped her arms around the bar, was able to hold
herself up.  I dug in, worked the girl like I was tunneling through a wall
of tiramisu with my face.  My cock was so hard she could have stood on it
like a ladder rung.

   Sally was back with us.  "You want to face fuck me while you do that,
Nick?  The Beast is drooling.  There's strings of it on your leg."

   I pulled my face away from Rho's vulva and enjoyed seeing into her while
I answered.  "Sally, I'd cum if you touched me.  I'd cum so hard I'd fall
down.  Let the Beast drool for now.  Besides, I want to see this pretty
black fuck toy go off."

   "Yes!  Yes.  Eat me you fucker.  Eat your Lollie.  Aannnnaww.  Harder
fucker, harder.  Come on.  Beat it up.  Oooufgh..  ooough!  Come on.  Get
it.  " Rho let go of the bar, collapsed down my front as I bent into her.
She shrieked and started a shuddering series of clit-based pumping
contractions.  I held her upside down, my hands almost encircling her
pelvis as I ate her, sucked her, tongue fucked her.  I turned to show Sally
and the camera that got a full-length view of the fuckdoll in my arms.

   "Do her.  Do her, Nick.  So fucking big, Nick.  Big fucking cum." Sally
had pushed the plug out of her ass and sat on the gurney.  The plug lay on
the floor in a pool of secretion soup.

   I stopped, just held my mouth over Rho's slit, and let her hang limp. 
After about a five count, I tossed her up with a half twist and caught her,
still upside down but then facing me, in fact the top of her head grazed my
dick, her mouth at my navel.  My tongue lashed her, rimmed her asshole,
fucked her slit.  I held her by her bonny ebony bony hips, soaked both her
and myself with a smeared cocktail of spit and pussy juice.  She hugged my
chest.

   "Get up me motherfucker.  Get your face in my pussy and make me cum
again.  Get me ready for fucking.  Oh!  Yes.  Yes.  Nowwww!  Nnooowwwww!"
She arched her back and pushed against my mouth as I sucked her clit, she
began convulsing, smearing fresh fluids all over my face.  I knew it
couldn't last long, she was a fish thrashing and heaving on the shore, then
collapsing in panting exhaustion.  I laid her down and stood proud of
myself, turned to Sally and posed for my statue.  My face and chest were
wet with Rho-sauce, a string of precum stretched all the way to the floor..

   "Holy fuck.  Holy fucking fuck.  Nick, now, please Nick.  Right up my
pussy.  Take me.  Ram it all the way up me.  Give me your cock." Sally
opened her legs to show me her sopping hole.  She picked up my dildo double
and stuck the head in her mouth, then spread her cunt with both hands and
stared at me, pure sex.

   Sated Rho lay on a floor mat, stretching and slowly stroking softly. 
God bless this child, she has super slut sensibility.  "Maybe Nick should
cum first, Sally.  Then he could fuck you longer.  Look at him.  His cock
is so red.  It looks like it hurts.  You want to cum, Nick?  And then fuck
her?"

   "Is she right, Nick?  You could fuck longer if you came first, huh? 
You're ready to cum now?"

   Certainly they were right.  But an even better reason was that this was
going to be a massive cumshot.  I'd been rock hard since we walked in the
door.  I had studiously avoided orgasms since Monday's gushers, but I'd
been priming the pump fantasizing about these twats.  Got an image of a
cartoon fire hose pinched to hold back a huge pressure bulge that
threatened to burst it.  I'd promised Sally I'd cum in her, but the money
shot, a shot of cum pouring out of a big cock onto a little girl..." Rho's
right, Sally.  I'd cum way too soon if I got up your pussy right now.  But
after a cum, I can fuck you hard and long.  How would you like me to cum?
What would you like to see?"

   Rhoshan shouted, as I'd hoped one of them would, "Make it rain on us
Nick.  That nozzle really does shoot like a fire hose.  You said we should
get used to it.  Would you like to see that, Nick?  Your cum pouring down
on us?"

   I dragged a mat under two overheads by a wall mount.  "Lay down,
bitches. On your backs, feet in opposite directions.  Yeah." They were
tucked into each other, their heads like puzzle pieces nestled tightly
together.  "Sally, pull your hair back.  That's right, ear to ear girls."
Quickly two more tripods moved in.  Rho even turned to check the screen and
scooted Sally over about an inch for the ceiling mounts.  They lay parallel
to the wall.  I stood centered at their heads, faced the wall mount which
showed me from the waist down and the girls each out to their hips.  One
overhead caught them both as Rho fingered her pussy while Sally had two
digits up hers.  The other overhead framed their heads, so the girls would
be talking right in the viewer's face.

   "Girls, before we do this I want you to know that I've had a lot of
women, I've had maybe twenty school girls.  None of them has made my dick
do this." It was vertical, pressed against my stomach, like it wanted to
fuck my navel.  It was high noon when I'm usually fully aroused to about
ten or two o'clock.  "Now show me what sluts you can be.  Let me hear it."

   "Pour your cum onto us, motherfucker.  Cum on your little cunts' faces
and bodies.  Make sure you get my tits with some of it.  You want to see
Rhoshan lick it off my nipples?  Shoot all over us!"

   "See his balls, Sally?  They're pulling in.  He'll be ready soon.  Come
on.  Splatter this little black slut.  I love it in the face.  Spray us
with gobs of cum.  We'll clean each other for you afterwards.  We'll lick
you clean and hard again so you can fuck Sally.  Do it.  Rain cum, fucker.
Cover us in cum!"

   Either my groan or my jackhammering hand must have signaled them.  They
stopped their verbal encouragement and went pure visual - mouths wide,
tongues lapping imaginary spunk, looking pleadingly at me.  I didn't
disappoint.

   The first two jets made cum ribbons across their faces.  The third and
fourth drenched Sally's boobs.  The Beast swung to the left and drained
another jigger of thick cum onto Rho in the weakened spurts and then
post-cum ooze that followed an epic jizz dump.

   I collapsed to the floor, fortunately out of most video captures, and
gasped like I'd run a 440.  I didn't even know what they did with my cum
until I watched (and watched...  and watched...) the videos.  I did realize
there was no cum to be seen when they strode at me on their knees, grinning
proudly erect with their arms behind their backs, just like the Lollies at
the start of the scene where they tie the guy up and ...

   "No, girls, no.  There's not time today.  We have to finish up in an
hour.  It won't take me long to get hard again, but I'm gonna fuck Sally
for as long as she can stand it before I cum up her.  And Rho, I'm finger
popping you good, then we're going to buzz your hole and make you dance
while I fuck Sally a second time.  That's like the number one rule here,
okay?  You guys are back home way, way before any parent shows up. 
Absolutely has to be.  I can go to jail.  My life can be really messed up
if we're caught.  You gotta promise me you'll protect me, keep this super
secret."

   "But we can come back when we want, right?  I mean, we can do this lots
right?"

   "No way.  This stays special and secret.  And I can't have you over here
too much, people will notice.  We'll get caught.  And besides, I'm an old
man, ya know, can't go on and on over and over like you guys.  I say no
more than once a week, but we always make it special, we make it like a big
dirty sex show, right?  In fact, why don't we do video?  You guys could
learn to make videos."

   "Like the Lollies!  Yes.  I like seeing Larisha have sex.  She looks
like me.  And Mollie looks like Sally sorta.  And I really really liked
watching us today.  How I made you so excited.  I could see what I could
feel.  But the movie will be only for us, right, you won't show anybody? 
You could do like slow motion?  Like when Larisha cums and screams when
that man fucks her hard." Rho seemed captivated by the images of little
Larisha being used and loving it.

   Sally was more circumspect.  "I'd like to watch us, too.  I'd like to
fuck while we watch ourselves.  But I dunno, what would happen with the
video, Nick?"

   "We can decide afterwards."

   "After what?"

   "Look." My dick was growing.  "I believe, Rho, if it's alright with you,
that Sally has a claim on this."

   "Yes, fuck her.  I want to see that.  What it's like.  I haven't fucked
myself like Sally has.  Let me watch."

   "You can play, too.  Pet us while we fuck.  And talk to Nick about what
we do, he likes that, don'tcha, Nick?  You like to feel it and see it and
hear it, huh, Nick?"

   It was true.  The strongest early sexual experience I can remember was
auditory.  I was crouched with my ear pressed to the wall, late at night in
my aunt's annex.  It was supposed to be the last night of my mom's and my
week-long visit.  I wasn't supposed to go alone into the pole barn at the
ranchette outside Flagstaff.  But late at night, long after I was supposed
to be asleep, I'd hear cars, and peering out a second-floor window, I'd see
quietly greeted people go into the building.  Aunt Em's wrinkled old ranch
hand Wally always sat in a lawn chair under an orange tree, smoking a cigar
and watching the parked cars in the moonlight.  My mom would sit with him
for a while before coming in to bed, they'd known each other since my mom
was little, when Wally was the handyman on the crumbling Savannah estate.
But that night, the cars were fancier and there were drivers who stood
around with Wally.  I didn't see my mom and got one of those hunches we all
get.  I pretended to get a drink of water from the kitchen.  My mom wasn't
in the house.

   I remembered years later, when I was seventeen or eighteen, drifted back
forward in time.  I was crouched with my rear pressed to the wall, late at
night in my aunt's anus, and after, lying post-coital, listening to her
tell family history stories with my wet soft dick warmly nested in her
cupping hand, I confessed to spying on them.  I asked Em what had happened
that night, when I heard my mom's voice begging for more cocks.  She
wouldn't tell me because she said she took her clients' confidentiality
sacredly.  "You'll have to ask her.  Don't worry, it'll be fine.  But, I
can't tell you.  You know, the first orgasm I remember was listening to
Wally and your mom in his loft above the garage.  Some things just run in
the family, boy.  "

   Aunt Em told me only one story about her professional life, I think
mostly as a lesson in the disappointing ways of the world.  Having a few
politicians as clientele was SOP for Em, but Tulsa had proven the dangers
in assuming politicians had shame.  Knowing my aunt's integrity, a
senatorial candidate had driven her performance space business out of the
state as part of his campaign to rid the citizenry of sinful temptations of
the flesh (and queers and uppity Mexicans and Jews and greens which was the
same as queers), threatening all sorts of prosecution for rumored deviant
activities, even though he indulged, with my aunt's assistance, a kink
involving sacrificing goats in an offering to the Lord.  He knew she
wouldn't call him out.  Besides, it wasn't as if HIS engagements with my
aunt had been in any way sexual, he could say; he didn't know about the
"dark sins" perpetrated on the premises, he'd say.  His voters would
understand a "worshipful hobby of Biblical re-enactment" he enjoyed with
several respected area pastors who would vouch for his prayerful intent and
conduct.  What my aunt knew was that after the small party of odd, pinched
little bolo-tied Pentecostals had slaughtered three goats on a fauxrock
altar, blew rams' horns and banged drums and chanted themselves to a
tongue-speaking fever, after everyone but this guy had left, a young
blindfolded Shawnee maiden (actually an Apache performance artist my aunt
hired) was tied in the slime and the guy fucked her with the butt of the
long killing knife while my aunt jacked him off in the still-glistening
entrails.

   Anyway, that night when I was nine...  I slipped jeans over my pajama
bottoms and snuck out the front door.  I circled around to the back of the
pole barn.  The door opened with the slightest of clicks.  The rough tiles
were cool on my bare feet as I crept down the hall.  There was a light at
the other end and three doors on each side of the hall.  The nearest pair
were open - a storeroom and a kitchen/eating room.  I slipped into the
storeroom because from there I could better both hide and hear my aunt
through the partition.

   "Lastly, this is a stun gun.  You may hurt her, but you may not injure
her.  Should you fail to provide her relief upon hearing the safe word or
upon my order, you will be shot.

   "You have drawn the first round short straw, you're second, you third,
fourth, fifth.  Gentlemen, shall we begin?  As you requested, our guest
will remain blindfolded throughout her ordeal.  Unless you tire of
manipulating her, in which case by agreement you may allow her a more
proactive role.  Sir, you may give the first order."

   When I was nineteen, it finally dawned on me why Em wouldn't tell me
about that night.  Even though mom was her sister, in this instance she was
also client, because it was for mom that she organized the event.  It was a
fundraiser; this was how my mom afforded moving us out of the decrepit
homestead in Georgia to San Rafael, California.  We stayed at Em's an extra
two days and nights.  And we flew back to Savannah first class instead of
coach.  Mom needed the added legroom and said we could well afford it.

   "Nick?  Hello?  Nick?  Where'd you go?  Your cock is throbbing hard,
Nick.  What are you thinking?" I stretched my face and smiled.  Sally had
returned me to the past present, a good thing as I would have cum
remembering much more of what I heard that night at Em's ranch.

   "Sorry, Sal.  I was remembering one of the few times I can think of, in
my whole life, when I was as turned on as I am today.  Here it is, big
girl. All the way up inside you it goes.  But you pick, Sally.  How do you
want it, your first time fucked?  I'm going to do it hard."

   "Like this!" Sally pranced over to the bed, butt bent over it, elbows on
the mattress, legs apart, knees bent outward.  "Like this motherfucker. 
You know I can take it, Nick, you saw me take your rubber Beast.  Don't
hold back, just take me."

   "OK, but I want to show you something you may like even more.

   I went over to the wall by the bed and lifted off what looked like
tangled giant spaghetti made of thin gray phone cable.  I carried it over
to a well-captured spot and pushed a couple tiny buttons on the
power/control pack.  Three of the tentacles stiffened and the thing hung
from its own four-foot-tall tripod.

   "What's that?  It's like some mad scientist sort of thing."

   She was close.  Em told me the contraption sprang from her mind while
looking at that drawing by Leonardo of a perfect man's body proportions,
you know, the guy faces you, arms and legs arcing inside a circle.  Em's
business model usually included a naughty bachelorette party service, with
no limits really.  Several favorite party games made use of a sheet with
that De Vinci figure printed on it (she had a black stud version as well),
with a hole at the obvious place through which the obvious variations of
toys and appendages would be thrust by Em's randy roadie, Randy or her
bookkeeper Booker, depending on the party's flavor.  The sheet was usually
a final "hostess" prize; that always brought a huge laughing and clapping
happy ending.  Sometimes the evidence of a happy ending was all over the
sheet, another reason Em left it at the party, she didn't want fears of DNA
embarrassments or patrons' worry that the thing had seen more secretions
than a no-tell motel's bedspread.

   Anyway, Em started doodling ideas for pinning a person on some apparatus
that could then be manipulated to pose the person in impossible positions
that no model or yogi could maintain and to do that easier, safer and
faster than with rope.  In city after city, she found a metal artist or two
and refined designs, abandoning them all as too cumbersome, too much
tubing, too many gears.  Finally, in Santa Fe, she met a Gulf War vet with
an artificial hip and knee, who introduced her to Barney, a prosthetic
engineer/taxidermist whose partner Lester was a machinist/locomotive
enthusiast with consistent NASA contracts for odd parts made with odd
stuff.

   The prototype was produced under Em's terms: it was solely Em's
property, no one would either seek a patent on any of the developed
technology, or in any way aid or assist in duplicating the technology or
design, it was to never be produced beyond all-agreed-upon revisions to the
prototype ("always three - no jealousy"), but her partners had reasonable
free-of-charge lifetime access and Em would provide any requested services.
I believe she meant this, but at the same time she knew chances were good
she'd be moving on in a lot less than a lifetime, so "reasonable access"
never caused a problem as the years went by.  Lester and Barney, for
instance, hadn't seen her since the problem with the boxers in Reno, seven
years before she died from a heart attack at the Bohemian Grove, the rare
female to be allowed even limited entry.  Talk about black helicopters,
locals swear there were at least five flying out of there that night,
headed inland for Travis.  They were worried about me at first, how much I
knew, what I might do.  It was insulting.  I'm sure she was there on her
own terms, Em always acted on her own terms, and she would never have
breached a confidence, whatever happened there, stayed there.  I told them
to do the right thing, then to either fuck off or make me a member.  They
fucked off, after giving me a blank check for her memorial service.

   The Stage, as Em named it (after the platform on which insects are
mounted for display), is best imagined as giant super-strong pipe cleaners
that are fitted to a body, held in place by wrapping around the body or
with narrow bands.  The thin cables can be bent to any shape and plug in to
each other, forming a network.  A miniscule electrical current flowing
through the cables turns them rigid, so the attached body can be held in
place for long periods of time.  If skillfully "strung" (and I was getting
pretty good, practicing on myself) the current also opens a chi
superhighway, energy coursing through muscle and nerve, heightening
awareness and sensitivity.  The Stage can be suspended for human mobile
fun. It can be hung on the wall.  Once rigid, one leg can slide into a base
and the suspendee spun, swayed and sprayed.

   "Come her and bend over just like you want to be when I'm all the way up
inside you, Sally.  I'll help you.  It's like magic, girl."

   She assumed a beautifully flaunting pose, ass stuck back, legs wide with
knees bent, hands anchoring straight arms to the floor.  Strand by strand I
shaped cables to her body.  Two wound around her legs, a sensual vining
running across the front of her thighs to her sides, crossing at her spine,
slipping under her breasts, then crossing between them to wrap around her
throat.  Then I began posing her.  I stepped back to see the flushed pale
thirteen-year-old bent over, legs spread wide apart, ass up and proud,
boobies hanging and begging to be slapped, top of her head on the floor so
she could see and smell the violation.  I spread her a little more, checked
her ass for fucking height, lowering her a bit so I could lunge all the way
up her pussy.

   "I can't hold this position very long, Nick."

   I reset the three supporting legs.  I pressed her button by thumbing
one.

   "OOOooooowwww.  Wow!  What's that?  I'm all tingly." She was fully
supported by the Stage, which was then stiff enough to hold her in that
fuck position long after her legs would otherwise have given way.  The
insides of her thighs were soaked and as shiny as if oiled.  "Nick, this is
fantastic.  It feels like I'm floating, like I got super power.  Take me
now.  Do it to me."

   "Almost ready." I aimed two floor cameras and dropped a cushion for Rho
to kneel on by Sally's knee I pulled another cable along a track in the
ceiling until it hung over Sally.  A toggle on the remote raised and
lowered it.  "You're going to love this, Sally.  I'm going to fuck you now,
hard.  After you cum a couple times, we're going to play "Spin the Sally".
I'm going to flip you over in that pose and hang you like a fuckrag. 
You'll be suspended at just the right height for me to really lay into that
pussy, baby, and bent over like that, you can look right at my cock rocking
you.  Rho, come on over, Lollie junior.  Watch me rip into her."


   To be continued