CHAPTER
I First Stirrings
2 Going Down Once
3 Greta's Night In
4 Sylvia The Sword Swallower
5 Other Solutions
6 The Kidnapping
7 Four-Way Fling
8 The Virgin Sacrifice
9 The Psychedelic Wedding
10 The Happy Family
11 Dolly's Desires
12 The Final Cure
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CHAPTER ONE
FIRST STIRRINGS
Norma, my wife, first suggested I publish that ad in one of the city's underground sex mags. She was getting skinnier and more worn-out every day. She didn't mind that I had a hard-on all the time, but she said she couldn't handle it all alone anymore.
At first I was reluctant. I knew that Norma's poor pussy was chafed and raw from the stiff dick I had been slipping to her for almost three months, but I had married her in the first place because she was the best piece of ass I had ever had, and I was in no mood to resume the frantic cunt-hunting of my bachelor days.
But finally I had to give in. For the past 90 days I had tried everything to make my swollen cock go down, but nothing had worked. I thought back to the first day my dick got hard and refused to go down. There was nothing unusual about the evening. I had had dinner with my mother, which I do every now and then because she-likes to know what her "baby" is doing at all times, and it was dull as usual. And I couldn't understand it when I was driving home afterwards and noticed I had a huge hard-on. Far from worrying about it I just put it down to my usual horniness, but when I got home I practically jumped Norma as soon as I got in the door.
We fucked three more times that night before Norma put a stop to my persistent prodding. When I woke up the next morning and my dick was still hard, I finally had to admit to myself that I had a problem.
Priapus extendem, or some such Latin phrase the doctor I consulted had called it. Permanent hard-on is the English translation.
"There's nothing physically wrong with you," the doctor had said, "but that's to be expected. Most cases of priapus extendem are suspected to be of psychological origin. So far, no one has come up with a sure cure, though there have been rare cases of spontaneous remission of the symptoms."
I suppose most men reading this tale of woe will probably envy me for what you think is my good fortune, while you stray females who have chanced across this luckless narrative are already wet between the legs at the thought of the royal fuck my never-soft cock can give you.
And up to a point, I'd have to admit that both your attitudes are justified. I can come all night long until my nuts are drained of sperm, yet my tireless prick stays just as hard as if I were knocking off a fresh piece of poontang. So far, so good. But to come time and time again and only experience momentary relief has kept me tottering on the thin edge of insanity. It's like I have a Spanish fly lodged in my urethra, forbidding my cock to get soft.
And it's embarrassing to walk around the streets with a bone-on all the time. Sure, a lot of women are turned on when they see my skivvies in a bunch, but just as many are scandalized.
I've tried covering up my bizarre affliction in several ways, but none of them has been satisfactory. At first, I tried wearing a jockstrap, but it was so tight that I had to bend my unpliant tool in two to get it inside-a very painful experience as any of you horny athletes can testify.
Then I tried taping my taut member to the inside of my leg, but this, too, proved inconvenient every time I had to take a leak-to say nothing of the pain when I had to strip off the tape.
Nothing seemed to work. Finally, I had to resort to wearing long coats to hide my indecent exposure, but this is uncomfortable in hot weather, and even then my permanent erection isn't entirely hidden, poking through the flaps of my coat like a ground hog climbing out of his hole on the first day of spring.
Even while I'm asleep, my wife tells me, my womb-worrier remains in its erect condition, poking through the bed sheets like the center pole of a circus tent.
Nevertheless, I could probably put up with my unusual condition, were it not for the fact that Angie, my wife's sister, was getting married in two days, and naturally Norma and I were expected at the reception.
What was I going to do then? I couldn't very well go to the reception with my huge dong sticking out before me.
I used to see a lot of Angie up until a few months ago, which is presumably when she met her husband-to-be. She used to frequently drop by our apartment, and sometimes accompany us when we went out.
I liked Angie and I liked having her around, but I confess I was somewhat relieved when she fell in love. If she had stayed around any longer, we both would have been in trouble. Not that Norma would have particularly minded. As you will see Norma is a very broadminded wife who believes that everyone should be free to do what he wants. I don't know if that applies to me fucking her sister, but I decided I would do without Angie rather than risk my happy marriage.
But such a temptation! Angie, like Norma, had a lovely head of the most delicate shade of strawberry-blonde hair, shining like honey in the light of a setting sun. I have never seen her nude, but I have often imagined that polished copper hair falling over her bare white shoulders and almost covering her pliant, succulent breasts.
I have often asked myself if Angle's beaver is just like the hair on her head. The thought of that lovely triangular moss between her thighs shielding her trim little pussy almost, but not quite, made me overlook Angie's other physical charms, which were considerable.
Angie is tall, lean, and when she looks at you through her diamond-clear green eyes, hungry-looking. But the lissome curves of her feline body were not those of a woman who was starving. To the contrary, Angie looks like she knows good dick when she sees it, and has no problems keeping her precious cunt well-greased, but nevertheless, is always on the lookout for a better mechanic.
The guy Angie was marrying must have really had the right tools. Otherwise, I was sure she'd never consent to spend her life with him. Good for her, I thought; that was one temptation removed.
But what was I going to do about her wedding reception? If I walked in there with my cock preceding me it would create a scandal. I had to solve my problem before then.
So, you see, it is no use my pretending that I do not have a problem because I do. I didn't particularly want to advertise the fact, but after the doctor told me there was nothing he could do for me I could think of nowhere else to turn except to people who may have had experience with similar problems.
CHAPTER TWO
GOING DOWN ONCE
Norma was out shopping on the afternoon my ad first appeared. Once the calls started coming they continued hot and heavy throughout the day. The suggestions I got ranged from the sublime to the ridiculous. I made appointments to see the most promising callers, but most I rejected out of hand.
The first caller was a softly-purring woman who claimed she had the perfect answer to my problem.
"And what's that?" I asked.
"My mouth," she answered promptly. "Have you ever been sucked dry by a sword-swallower?" Puzzled, I answered in the negative. "That is what I am," the woman said. "I am Sylvia, the foremost female sword-swallower in the world. But there is a side to me my public knows nothing about: I also happen to be the word's greatest cocksucker."
"It's a big world," I said, skeptical.
"Yes," Sylvia agreed, "but there is only one artist like Sylvia. Once I have put my inimitable lips to your upright prick, I will not release it until I have sucked every last drop of come from your scrotum. If you don't go down then I will pay you a reward."
I doubted whether this Sylvia could justify her extravagant claims, but she was certainly worth a try. I made an appointment to see her the next afternoon. If she was half as good as she thought, maybe my old cunt-sticker would get some relief after all.
Just thinking of Sylvia's much-praised mouth on my cock got me excited. I punched the "automatic" button on my telephone so that I could talk and still have my hands free, and rang for Greta, our 18-year-old Dutch maid.
Greta had a truly voluptuous body with wide massive hips, huge dangling melons of ripe titties, and a marvelous wide dimpled ass. She had been with me about six months now, and had never objected when I had used her tight suctioning ass-hole as a receptacle for my hot seed.
Far from being jealous, Norma was pleased with Greta's devotion to her master, particularly during these last few trying months. In fact, it was Norma who suggested that Greta no longer wear any panties underneath her black, lace-fringed mini-dress, so that she could always be prepared to receive my prodding prick.
I absently fondled my rock-hard tool as I waited for Greta to come. I heard her knock on the door just as the telephone rang again. I motioned Greta to come forward as I pushed the on button on the telephone.
"Yes?" I said into the phone as I turned Greta around and gently bent her over until her hands were resting on the arm of the sofa and her round rosy ass with those huge cleaved buttocks was staring me in the face.
"Hello? Is this the guy with the stiff dick?" a woman with a thick Brooklyn accent asked.
"That's one way of putting it," I said, as I moved up behind Greta and prepared to put it to her. I rubbed around the rim of her puckered anus with my middle finger. I moved my finger up to her pussy-lips which were already wet, and rubbed her cunt-juices on her asshole to soften it up.
"Are you for hire?" the voice on the phone asked.
"Not unless you've got what I want," I answered.
With one hand I kneaded Greta's hard round buttocks, while the other was busy diddling her ass-hole. I tentatively stuck my finger up her rectum and felt her muscles tighten around my finger. Greta gasped and ground down hard on my finger until it was deep inside her almost to the third knuckle.
Greta reached behind her and grabbed my prick. She held it very tenderly in her moist, cool hands. She rubbed her thumb around my pisshole, which was well-moistened with pre-come, and then began to slide it along the sensitive underside of my knob. I groaned and withdrew my finger from her ass-hole, ready to replace it with my willing cock.
"Listen," the voice on the telephone urged, "I can make us both a small fortune, and I can turn you on to some of the best pussy in the city."
I had inherited a small fortune from my grandfather, so I had no need of money at the moment. And it looked as though I wouldn't have any trouble getting all the trim I needed, so I told this particular caller to shove it.
I just got the nose of my dick inside Greta's accommodating ass-hole by the time the next call came through. Her muscles tightened around it like the hard lips of a hungry mouth. Grabbing her thighs, I drew her buttocks to me as I slid farther inside her.
The next caller was a girl with a very young voice. She sounded like she couldn't have been more than 14 years old.
"Is this the guy with the ad?" she asked, her young voice harsh and panting on the telephone.
"Yes," I answered, shoving my dick as far up Greta's grasping ass-hole as far as it would go. Greta reached beneath her and clutched at my balls.
"Oh-h-h," came the tortured sound on the phone.
"Are you alright?" I asked, furiously pumping in and out of Greta.
"I'm fine," came the halting voice. "Just keep on talking-please!"
"What's that sound?" I asked, hearing a sort of whirring sound in the background.
"That's-just-my-vibrator," the girl said. "I hope you don't mind, but you excite me terribly."
"Why do I excite you so much?" I asked, reaching around Greta and sticking my finger up her cunt, as I relentlessly rammed her from behind. Her ass was moving around so fast on my cock that it felt like one long continuous movement. "Just because my dick is always hard?"
"Oooh," the girl on the telephone squealed. "That's it! Talk dirty! Oh, please, I'll do anything you want if you go on like that. Oh."
It sounded like the teenybopper on the other end of the line was having a good time, but so was I, so what did I have to complain about? That was one reason I thought the gap between the generations was getting wider: adults are always on the lookout for teenagers with hot pants, forgetting how horny they were when they were young, and how nice it felt once they finally did get screwed. I was glad to do my part to bring the ages closer together.
I started "talking dirty" just like the kid on the phone wanted. I closed my eyes and tried to envision what she looked like: I saw a small girl with pretty features and a very mature body for a girl her age. She was lying back on a couch, with her tender thighs parted, running her electric vibrator around the moist edges of her young pussy.
"That's my big cock in your hand," I said, continuing to impale Greta on my hard member. "Take my dick and work it around the outside of your steaming pussy. And when you're good and hot and can't stand it anymore, you can shove it deep inside you and you'll know what it's like to be fucked by a monster cock that is never soft."
"Ohhh!" she squealed. "More!"
"Then, when I'm through fucking you in your pretty little pussy, I'll fuck you in your ass-hole, just like I'm fucking Greta now, and then I'll fuck you in the mouth. Yes, think about your lovely young mouth around my juicy cock and how good it feels to suck me, suck me, suck me until I come time and time again, and how delicious my juices taste."
"Ohhh, just a little longer!" she cried. "Are-you-really-fucking-Greta-now?" she asked breathlessly. "Tell-me-about-it."
"Right at this moment my prick is somewhere deep inside Greta's rectum. My balls are smack up against the circular white mounds of her tremendous buttocks. I can feel our juices mingling and running down our legs. My hand is playing with Greta's clitoris and that makes her squirm and move faster on my imbedded cock. She has my fuzzy nuts in her hand and is squeezing them. I'm going to come soon. I can feel the pressure building up in my scrotum. Greta's pushing down harder on my cock; she's going to come, too. Can you feel it? Can you come with us?"
"Yes!" screamed the girl, and I could almost see tears of happiness running down her smooth, unlined face. "Yes, I'm going to come, too!"
"Yes, my cock is churning around inside you, scraping your womb. You are squeezing my balls, squeezing them, squeezing them of the juices which are steaming up before they squirt inside your pussy."
I slipped my dick out of Greta's ass-hole and guided it to her Nordic cunt. No sooner had her pussy-lips fastened around my knob than I began getting my nuts off.
"I'm coming now!" I shouted out.
"So am I," Greta said, arching her back.
"I'm coming, too!" the girl on the phone said.
Inside Greta, I shot load after load of hot come while the muscles of her vagina opened and closed as if they were human lips sucking me dry. I dropped to my knees and Greta fell forward onto the sofa.
"Thanks," said a faraway voice on the telephone, and I heard a click.
CHAPTER THREE
GRETA'S NIGHT IN
After fucking Greta I felt a momentary relief, but within a few seconds my unpredictable cock was as hard as ever. I told Greta to stick around in case I needed her again. There had only been three calls so far, and who knew how excited I might get after listening to all the others?
A woman with a voice like a cunt with a bottomless hole called and said she had invented something for me to wear which would take the swelling out of my prick for as long as I wore it.
The phone rang again. This time it was a man.
"Bug off," I told him. "I said, 'no homos'. "
"Wait a minute, young man," the voice said quickly. "I know what your advertisement said but I have a cure for you-a mechanical cure," he added mysteriously.
"What do you mean?" I asked. "Don't tell me you have a fucking machine."
"Not exactly," he chuckled modestly, "but you're warm. I guess you could call it a dildo for men. I guarantee it will ease your torment."
Another young girl called and asked if she could beat my meat like she did her uncle's before she would let him 'play around' with her.
A female psychiatrist called and advised me to call her when everything else failed. She seemed pretty sure everything else would.
One after another the calls came fast and furious. While listening to all the novel ways to make my cock go down, I fucked Greta in the ass (to preserve her precious cunt) three more times that afternoon.
When Norma returned home from shopping she took one look at me stretched out on the couch and said, "You look like you've had it every which way and then some."
She bent over and kissed the reddened head of my overworked prick which, sure enough, was standing just as straight and proud as if it were still awake on the job after performing its patriotic duty by stuffing every available hole that came along.
At the touch of Norma's lips on my cock head I felt a surge of white-hot lead travel upwards from my swollen nuts through the length of my rod, making my knob stiffen and purr and poke the air as if it was already smelling pussy.
"I can't," I said in a weary voice.
Norma was taking off her dress and stood before me in a thin, transparent brassiere which held her hard, full-fleshed tits just beneath her erect pink nipples, which peeked out above the flimsy brassiere just begging to be sucked.
Apart from her unparalleled mammary glands Norma has a pair of taut, muscular thighs just made for imprisoning a man in her pussy.
She has the kind of milk-white thighs with the hard, flexing tendon stretching from the pussy down an invisible seam on the inside of her legs.
The kind of thighs that used to squeeze me dry in my wet dreams as a kid before I grew up and started fucking in earnest.
Norma's thighs were now covered-or should I say, crisscrossed-with a pair of black knit panties which looked just like ordinary panties until you looked carefully at the front to discover that the space around her pussy had been cut out in the perfect form of an upside-down triangle, providing only a frame for the most magnificent bush of thick red hair you've ever laid eyes on.
And beneath this fiery beaver was the most fuckable pussy in the world.
One reason I found Norma the best piece of tail I've ever had is her inimitable pussy which can suck me, fuck me, clean me, scold me, scald me, tongue me and do just about everything except stick it inside me.
I could write a whole book about Norma's pussy alone, but that wouldn't get me any closer to solving my problem. Or Norma's problem, for that matter.
"What do you mean, you can't?" she asked now, pouting like a little girl who has just been told she can't have any of her favorite candy tonight.
"I'm fucked out," I said. "I'm exhausted, thanks to Greta and her invaluable help."
"Greta, huh?" Norma's eyes lit up. "And is she as tired as you are, do you think?"
"I doubt it," I said. "Why don't you ask her to come here?"
"I think I'll do just that," Norma said, at the same time ringing the bell for Greta. "Did you get many answers to your ad today?"
"Quite a few. That's why Greta came in so handy. I was getting so horny I couldn't stand it."
"Are you going to see any of the callers?" Norma asked, sitting on the tiger skin rug before the couch and running her hand between her legs.
"A few of them I told I'd see tomorrow."
"Do any of them look promising?" she asked, just as Greta came into the room. Norma smiled, and parted her thighs so that her pussy lips were open to Greta's kindled eyes. Greta was wearing a short black Japanese kimono which highlighted the healthy pink flesh of her voluptuous body. The hem was even with the ragged line of the golden thatch of hair circling her stalwart Dutch pussy. It was pulled together at the waist, exposing her mammoth titties which seemed to swell before my very eyes.
"Oh, Madame Ferter," she said on seeing my wife stretched out before her enticingly on the rug. "I apologize for appearing before you like this but I just finished taking a bath. I didn't think I'd be needed anymore today."
Norma ran her fingers along the moist edges of her pussy lips, and squeezed her hand between her legs.
"I need you, Greta," Norma said. "You are off-duty now, so you may do as you like. I know what a help you've been to my poor husband today, and I do not wish to tire you further. But perhaps we could relax each other and give my husband a rest?" she suggested with a twinkle in her eyes.
Greta knelt down beside her.
"I think that is a good idea, Madame," she said, reaching out and touching one of Norma's creamy thighs. "I like the feeling of a man inside me but, sometimes, my mouth waters for the taste of your pretty pussy."
Norma put her arm around Greta and drew her lips to hers. Their tongues met and worked furiously in their mouths and they groaned together at the delicious pleasure thus generated.
Greta pressed her body on top of Norma's as Norma lifted one of her long shapely legs and clasped it around the small of Greta's back.
Norma parted the folds of Greta's seductive robe. She moved down and caught one of Greta's marvelous melons in her mouth, and began noisily sucking on it.
Greta cried out as she felt Norma's lips on her nipple. She reached down and ran her hand over the red wiry hair between Norma's thighs. Her finger frantically searched for an opening amidst that thick thatch of hair, and, when it struck pay dirt, it wriggled freely around the opening of her lips which were already overflowing with her cunt juices.
Norma had her two longest fingers thrusting in and out of Greta's grinding cunt, and with her thumb she went back and forth over her clit.
Suddenly, Norma gave a little cry and swiftly moved down Greta's stomach. With her fingers still working in Greta's pussy, she took her tongue and began sticking it in and out of Greta's delightful bellybutton. Then with a lurch she moved down between Greta's massive thighs and began licking Greta's pussy, her anus, the cracks between her legs-every nook and cranny her tongue could reach.
Greta moved her body around until her head was just beneath Norma's steaming snatch. She reached up and pulled down Norma's unique panties over her legs, and, with her fingernails digging in the plump flesh of Norma's buttocks, drew her pussy down to her waiting tongue.
I was really beat after my tiring day, but I found myself getting excited all over again the way those two beautiful women were sucking on each other and jamming their tongues up each other's pussies. My mouth started to water and before I knew what I was doing, my hand went to my cock all by itself and I began unconsciously sliding it up and down my straining scepter.
With Norma on top and Greta on the bottom, all I could see from my vantage point on the couch was two busy heads noisily slurping between each other's thighs.
Norma rubbed her pussy back and forth over Greta's industrious mouth. She shuddered convulsively when Greta stuck her finger up her ass and drew it in and out with the rhythm of her tongue going in and out of Norma's pussy.
Norma's ass was facing me. I could clearly see Greta's tongue darting in and out of her upside-down pussy and her finger pumping in and out of Norma's marvelous ass-hole. I suddenly wanted to be a part of this feverish coupling. I wanted my cock to be where Greta's finger was and Greta's lips on my balls.
I stood up and bent over Norma's upturned buttocks. Greta looked up and saw my cock heading toward Norma's ass-hole and she withdrew her finger just as the tip of my cock touched Norma's puckered anus and slipped right inside her rectum as if her ass-hole had been oiled and prepared just for my entrance.
And just like I had dreamed a moment before, I felt Greta's hot mouth gathering up my nuts and sucking on them.
That was our domestic three-layer cake: Norma on top of Greta and me on top of Norma; Greta right at the bottom, licking a dick and a cunt at will.
Suddenly, Greta started groaning and jerking her hips up and down. I saw her hands grab the back of Norma's head and press it down against her tormented pussy.
My wife really leaned into it, then. Excited by Greta's groans, she tightened her hold on Greta's churning thighs and pressed her tongue down hard on Greta's inflated clit.
At the same time, Norma moved forward, resting all her weight on her elbows and knees, so that her hips had perfect freedom of movement as she ground her ass down and backward on my pinioning prick.
Greta's tongue on the soft underside of my blood-gorged joint felt like a thousand feathers were tickling me and I pumped in and out of Norma's sweet little ass-hole as fast and hard as my muscles would work.
Along with Greta's deep throated moans, Norma started crying in a high, piercing voice. Hearing these two passionate but so different voices joined together in a lewd love duet, I could no longer remain silent. I heard my own tortuous groans mingle with theirs, but from far away as if these strange sounds were coming from someone else.
The three of us were moving with the furor of a whirlwind as we fucked and sucked and balled and screwed and ate each other on our lustful voyage through our earthly paradise.
Our cries and screams grew louder and more frantic now as each of us completely let himself go. Any minute now and the three of us would light up like a funky Christmas tree bedecked with our luminous genitals.
Just when I knew that I should come the very next second, my wife suddenly leaned forward and slipped my prick out of her ass-hole. At the same time, she raised her lips from Greta's pussy and turned around so that she lay on top of Greta with my lean hard pole sandwiched between both their luscious lips.
While both of them licked my dick from opposite sides, their tongues sometimes meeting and playing hide-and-go-seek around my prong, I reached underneath Norma and rubbed her hard-nippled tits against Greta's.
I had never seen anything like it in my life: two women were sucking on my cock, while I had two magnificent pairs of boobs to clutch in my impatient hands.
Greta's hands kneaded Norma's jiggling buttocks. She slid several fingers in Norma's cunt and held them there as Norma wound around on top of them.
Norma, herself, had one hand between Greta's legs, and, though I couldn't see it, I presumed she was giving as good as she was getting.
Without so much as asking Greta's permission-Greta, after all, had gotten to my cock first-Norma slipped the juicy knob of my cock in her mouth. Poor Greta had to content herself with my hard, swollen balls, being unable now to lick the length of my dick to her heart's content.
It was just as well that Norma took my dick in her mouth when she did because as soon as I felt her soft lips on my sensitive knob, my dick sort of reared up like it was going to sneeze. At the same time, Norma began shouting and pumping up and down like her pussy was hypnotized by Greta's probing fingers and only those fingers could release her.
Just at that moment, I felt Greta's mouth tighten around the base of my nuts, as she gathered up both of them in her mouth and began sucking on them with long, drawn-out suctioning sounds.
Just when I was on the point of busting my nuts Norma unhooked her mouth from my knob and gently tugged at my balls until Greta released them and my dick was once again sandwiched between both pairs of lips.
I came just as Norma pushed her pussy down on Greta's and they both arched their backs and gave a cry as the milky semen from my cock poured straight into Greta's mouth and Norma clamped her lips on hers and they both supped on my come.
As if the release of my hot sperm was a signal, both women screamed simultaneously and shuddered as if a block of ice water had been poured down their backs.
I collapsed on top of Norma who collapsed on top of Greta who was completely fucked out and dead to the world.
Before she passed out in a short nap, my wife looked up at me through blank, unfocussed eyes and said, "I wish I could be around tomorrow to meet the people who answered your ad. If any of them intend to fuck you, heaven help them! And you said you couldn't!"
I smiled and shrugged my shoulders as I looked down and saw my dick on the rise again.
Later, when Greta had left us for the night and Norma and I had gone to bed-Norma, as usual, snuggling up to me from behind, her still-hot pussy pressed against my cheeks, and her hand firmly grasping my joint-I had a curious dream:
I had just awakened all alone in my bed and I felt very strange and uncomfortable as if I was missing something that I usually had.
Then I put my hand between my legs and felt my hand close around a little wrinkled penis nestling snugly on its two spherical pillows.
In alarm I threw back the covers and looked at my little cock, harmlessly lying on its side.
My alarm only lasted a moment as I suddenly became aware of a pleasant tingling in my lips.
I passed my tongue over my lips and tasted the most delicious pussy imagineable.
I smacked my lips together and again tasted the sharp sea taste of hot, buttered cunt.
When I looked again at my incredibly small cock I knew what had happened.
Without stopping to think about it, I bent over my cock and my lips opened and closed around the head, which immediately perked up to meet my mouth which had been changed into the sweetest tasting, funkiest smelling, loveliest feeling pussy in creation.
I ran my new cunt lips over the head of my dick once more and smiled as my joint got stronger and harder by the second.
I rolled the mushroom-like knob of my cock inside my pussy-mouth. The sensitive area at the sloping base of the head, just beneath the slit, was riding along the edge of my teeth and I playfully gnawed at this tender spot.
I could feel the powerful force of my bulging cock as it grew bigger and harder, no longer the weak pipsqueak it was before.
My pulsing dick quivered to the gentle licking of my soft, sensitive pussy-lips. These two complimentary organs yearned toward each other as though they knew they were of the same flesh and only they could satisfy one another.
I opened my cunt-mouth wide and pushed down on my enormous prick until all of it was inside, and my lips were rubbing against my pussy hairs.
My cock filled my hole so completely that I thought I would choke on it but I opened my cunt wider and sucked down more of it.
My dick was growing to monstrous proportions in my pussy-mouth. The walls of my vagina were stretching to the breaking point, and I knew I could take no more of this cylindrical beast inside me. Yet, the larger it became the more the walls of my slit expanded.
It seemed no matter how big my cock grew, my pussy-mouth expanded to meet it.
. I was delirious with the pleasure I was giving myself when my cock pulled out of my cunt-mouth all by itself.
I watched, fascinated, as inch after inch of my terrible tool withdrew from the narrow walls of my vagina and my huge cock sprang up in the air with a twang.
It grew like a giant beanstalk, and I could not believe my eyes when I could no longer see my cock head. It was so high up now that it was covered by clouds.
I had to get to the head of my prick. I had to. The only way was to start at the nuts and work my cunt-lips all the way up that impossibly tall shaft.
I didn't care how long it took. I would reach my cock head some day.....
I woke up to find Norma sitting astride me with my pole jammed up inside her, getting her morning workout.
"I've got to get to work soon," she said. "I won't see you all day."
Though I had enough money to support us both in a comfortable, if not sumptuous, style, Norma had been a fashion illustrator before we got married and had decided to continue the work she loved and knew so well.
She was usually horny in the mornings before she went to work so we normally had a good leisurely fuck before she went off.
I only gave her half of my attention this morning as she worked away at my eternally hard prick; I was still thinking of my dream and what it meant.
Did my dream mean that nothing could cure me but the impossible, namely, growing my own pussy?
Or was the pussy that was to cure me so fantastic that I would feel it was a part of me?
Or was there no cure, seeing as how my cock grew so tall that it had disappeared in the clouds?
I finally dismissed the dream from my mind, and gave" myself up, balls and soul, to my wife's delectable pussy.
No matter what the dream meant, today was the day I was going to meet the respondents to my ad and, perhaps, find the cure for my ninety day wonder.
CHAPTER FOUR
SYLVIA THE SWORD SWALLOWER
Now just what is so unusual about Sylvia the Sword Swallower's cocksucking, I asked myself as I faced her across the threshold the next afternoon?
Admittedly, she was an unusual sight, standing at least six-feet, three-inches with features of corresponding proportions.
She had a yawning chasm of a mouth with large juicy lips which were parted slightly as if ever ready to receive a fat dick.
A pair of unsupported boobs as big and round as bowling balls pushed against the folds of a white, floor length gown which was clasped at the waist by a gold buckled belt. The bottom of the gown was cut at a slant, so that the two folds met just beneath her crotch, revealing long shapely legs as big around as two of Norma's which, nonetheless, tapered gracefully to her large-naturally-gold-sandaled feet.
In startling contrast to the white robe she wore, her long thick arms were tightly sheathed in shiny black leather gloves which reached halfway up her arms. The taut black leather fitted smoothly around her long narrow fingers as if the thin leather was an extra layer of skin.
Sylvia's eyes were a light sparkling green, and I saw them become alive as they gazed at the horizontal mound beneath my robe. She smiled at me in satisfaction and moved past me into the living room.
She parked her mammoth body on the couch, and motioned me to sit beside her. As I did so she parted the folds of my robe and sighed deeply as my hard cock sprang forth.
She reached out and touched my swollen joint with the tips of her black gloved fingers and I unconsciously moaned as I felt an electric current jolt my balls. Sylvia purred and looked up.
"Mmmmmm," licking her thick red lips. "Sensitive too, huh? That's good." Her voice was dark, throaty, as if she'd grown up in some place like Poland or Hungary. She pronounced each word very precisely, as if each was a bone to be sucked dry. "I understand from your ad that you are probably a rich man, so you must never be hard up for pussy [she pronounced it poo-sy] but I want to tell you that not all the money in the world could buy my talents. I eat men for pleasure, not money. Not for nothing am I known in the circus as the World's Greatest Cocksucker.
"I sucked my first dick when I was four years old-as soon as I saw one hard enough and near enough for me to get at it. I could barely talk then and I certainly didn't even know the name for what I was so innocently putting in my mouth but I knew instinctively what it was for and what I wanted to do with it. There's something about an erect cock that excites my taste buds and makes me want to suck on it forever.
"Anyway, by the time I was twelve I had sucked off just about every man in the circus except my father (and no doubt I would have gotten around to him in time if he hadn't died on me shortly afterward). Well, the years went by, and I must say I had my quota of dicks in my expert mouth: big dicks, little dicks, fat dicks, skinny dicks-just about every kind you can name. And the nationalities: Spanish, German, French, Japanese, and just about every race you can think of-even Peruvian Indian.
"Naturally, I got to be somewhat of an authority on blow jobs, and whenever a new man joined the circus he'd be a ripe candidate for my oral prowess, and there would be a lot of betting among the rest of the men to see if the new man would say I gave him the best blow job he had ever had.
"Well, that was sort of exciting, of course, to know that my talents were so well thought of that others would bet money on them, but I was getting bored. I was looking for new worlds to conquer. That's when I became the only woman in the world to suck off an elephant."
"An elephant!" I repeated dumbly, my eyes hypnotized by Sylvia's shiny black gloves around my shaft.
Sylvia nodded her head as she bent over and licked the soft underside of my smooth red knob with a long teasing tongue. She smacked her lips.
"Delicious," she said approvingly. "For me the taste is very important. If I like the way a cock tastes I can make a much better meal of it. I was going to tell you about the elephant, but I'll tell you later. I can't talk with this lovely prick staring me in the face."
Sylvia raised up on her tremendous haunches and parted the folds of her white gown and drew them up around her thick waist, bare-assed and imagine-free.
I gasped when I saw the thick coils of wiry pubic hair which girdled the biggest cunt lips I had ever laid eyes on. Her cunt had to be at least a full foot long and no telling how many fathoms deep.
This was a monster pussy to have nightmares about, the kind of come-one, come-all cunt Greek goddesses must have had.
Sylvia smiled at my amazement. She drew up one leg, so that her huge cunt lips parted, and a stout inch-long clit stood out above the inner lips.
Her lush quim was open in a sort of pout, and the first impulse of any healthy male would be to plug up that bottomless hole with whatever was at hand-a finger, a tongue, a cock, or, more realistically, a broom handle, flagpole or Polish sausage.
"Don't even think about it," Sylvia said, as if reading my thoughts. "I haven't found a cock in the world to fill this pussy. Maybe that's why I get such pleasure out of using my mouth. No," she said, running her black gloved fingers around the edges of her fantastic snatch, "I'm a sucker, not a fucker. But I find that a man-likes a good eyeful of pussy."
A good eyeful, my ass; it was more like a barrelful.
Sylvia pushed me back down on the couch. She ran her gloved hand along the length of my prick and squeezed hard around the shaft, making the red, inflated knob, which was the only part not covered by her hand, bulge out to almost twice its size.
She bent over, and, still squeezing tightly, began licking the underside of my fortunate pilgrim with the tip of a wide, pink tongue whose enormous length I could only guess at.
She opened her mouth just enough for the shiny red head to fit inside, and softly nibbled at it with a gentle scraping of her teeth.
She lightly fastened her teeth around the base of the knob so that only the knob itself was inside her mouth, and she ran her gloved fingers up and down the hard round shaft which pulsed beneath the thin black leather.
I moaned in a torment most exquisite as she withdrew her lips from around the nose of my dick and licked around the edges of my pisshole, every now and then flicking the tip of her tongue inside the hole itself, the only time I know of when a woman can legitimately fuck a man in his hole, apart from sticking a finger or tongue up his ass-hole, which I was sure Sylvia would eventually get around to, being the expert she was supposed to be.
She rapidly flicked the tip of her tongue across the tiny opening in my prick, and the round, now cherry red, head of my cock tingled in a thousand places like a thousand tiny creatures were sticking me with thousands of tiny pins of pleasure.
I moved my ass around on the couch, my pole straining in the air, guiding Sylvia's gourmet tongue in a wilder and wider circle.
As I whirled around on her circling tongue, this unique organ stretched itself longer and longer until it covered my whole prick all the way down to my nuts without my prick once touching her lips.
She rolled that long serpentine licking-stick up and down the length of my cock and I reached up and cupped her firm forty-four inch breasts in my hands and ran my fingers across her prominent brown nipples, as big around as half dollars.
"That's it," Sylvia said, in her throaty voice, momentarily releasing my cock and looking up at me through glazed eyes. "Help Sylvia along. I love it when you touch my breasts. Oh, squeeze them hard!" she cried, before diving back down and enveloping my cock in her huge wet lips.
I clutched at Sylvia's mammoth watermelons as if they were filled with sweet honey and I wanted to squeeze all this sweetness out of them. She moaned and squirmed around on the couch, rubbing her wet gaping cunt lips against the couch.
I was ready for Sylvia to take all of me into her mouth at once, but she was in no hurry. She was an expert cocksucker, and knew there was more to exciting a man than just making him come right off.
Holding my dick tightly in her huge fist, she ran her tongue over my round hairy balls and answered my ecstatic groan with one of her own.
There's no feeling in the world like when you're being sucked off by a woman who enjoys her work, particularly if she is as well endowed with the right equipment as Sylvia was.
When she began licking my balls I clamped my eyes shut and gritted my teeth, the pleasure was so great. I kneaded her big meaty tits in my sweaty hands as she took first one, then the other, ball in her mouth, then gathered them both up and jiggled them around her suctioning mouth. Her cheeks puffed out like she was sucking on a pair of giant marbles.
Sylvia drew up my legs until my ass-hole was clearly exposed. Then she began licking around the base of my nuts. I tensed when I felt her tongue searching around my anus.
She began slowly, methodically milking my uncircumcised cock while continuing to lick around my ass-hole. Then she thrust the tip of her versatile tongue inside my little shit hole, pressing her tongue down hard against the tight muscles of my hole until they slowly relaxed.
Then she thrust her tongue deep inside me inch by inch until I could actually feel it sloshing around inside me. With part of my mind I watched, enthralled as her long tongue slowly unwound out of her mouth and disappeared up my ass-hole.
I lay still, pinioned by her terrible tongue, and would gladly have given her anything she wanted if we could have stayed that way forever.
But Sylvia slowly withdrew her snake-like oral manipulator from my hole, making me shudder as the tip of her tongue passed out of me and the muscles of my anus tightened up again.
She gathered up my nuts in her hand and began working her tongue up and down my shaft. Up and up her teasing tongue worked the length of my rock hard prick until her mouth again hovered over my knob.
The head of my cock was wet with pre-come which spilled out of my pisshole. Sylvia squeezed and delicately sipped the clear shiny liquid which gushed forth. Satisfied that she had drained me of all the pre-come I was likely to secrete, she looked up at me through her sparkling green eyes and a smile on her fruity lips which were wet and glistening with her saliva and my juices.
I felt a jolt in my thunderous loins when she looked at me with those rapacious eyes. That look I knew meant business, and I was tense and expectant for the coup de grace.
Sylvia leaned back down and gobbled up the shiny red knob of my dick like a starving heifer. She held onto my overworked joint with one of her black gloved hands, while she put her other hand between her thighs and began rubbing her giant pussy. She shoved her fingers up her juicy slit, and ground down hard on her active hand while she deliriously sucked on my turned-up pole.
She opened her mouth wide and clamped her wet lips around my cock, swallowing my lean hard member up to the hilt. I felt the head of my cock rubbing against her throat but, surprisingly, she didn't gag. This, I thought, is where her sword swallowing ability comes in. She just pushed down harder until I felt my cock clear her tonsils and move down her throat.
When she had me completely inside her, she left my dick where it was, sucking on it noiselessly as if her mouth was a suction cup, draining the poison from my feverish body.
A familiar, almost painful, tingle started at the base of my nuts and worked its way up my shaft. I was ready to blast off at any minute but Sylvia had another surprise in store for me: she opened her enormous mouth even wider and shoved my cock so far down her throat that I was sure it was tickling her lungs and she had all of my genitals inside her, cock, balls and all!
Her hand was working furiously with her gaping pussy. Her big hams moved around in a frantic circle on the couch.
I grabbed her head and moved it around and around on my pressing prick.
Sylvia felt the first spasms hit my cock at the same time I did. When she was sure I was coming, she rapidly shoved her middle finger in and out of my ass-hole.
"Oh!" I screamed, jerking up and down like a puppet gone awry, as my thick white seed erupted in Sylvia's volcanic mouth in sharp spurts, my overheated ass pumping up and down on the couch.
I filled Sylvia's hungry mouth with mouthful after mouthful of hot come, and she sucked on, oblivious to everything except the delicious meal she was enjoying.
Then she suddenly arched her back, and let out a blood-curdling scream. Her Amazon body uncoiled as the muscles of her pussy expanded and contracted in uncontrollable spasms of pleasure and her cunt juices flowed copiously over her black gloved fingers.
She fell on top of me, my cock swinging freely in the air, not an inch from her knowing mouth, tiny spurts of come still spilling from the head of my cock and running onto her face.
We remained frozen in that exhausted attitude for what seemed like ages. I felt drained, wrung out. I hadn't a drop of energy left in my body. I was sucked clean, and I felt at peace with the whole world.
A few minutes later Sylvia raised her head. Her face was streaked with tears and come and saliva as if she had just taken an exotic shower and had not yet dried off. Little rivulets of white showed at the corners of her satiated mouth.
She looked up at me with the deepest gratitude.
"Thank you," she said, still panting. "I've never known any man's cock to taste like that before."
Suddenly her face fell when she looked down at my well used prick: it was still upright and as stiff as a board.
"That's impossible!" she exclaimed, unwilling to believe that I still had a hard-on after her incredible blow job.
"I'm sorry," I said, embarrassed at the ungenerous behavior of my unrepentant cock. "It's not your fault. Nobody has ever sucked my prick like that."
Sylvia sat up with slumped shoulders. She took my peter in her hand and bent over and kissed it. There were the beginnings of tears in her green eyes.
"I failed," she said, rolling my cock around in her leather sheathed hand and talking to it rather than to me. "And you were so delicious. I was sure I could make you go down."
"Sylvia, you were beautiful," I said. "Maybe my penis didn't go down, but I sure know what it's like to be eaten by an expert. I feel much better than I did before, believe me. In fact, you made me feel so good that I'd like to hire you as my exclusive cocksucker, on a regular basis."
"You really mean it? she asked, perking up. She bent over and kissed my cockhead again. "Thank you. There's nothing I'd like better than to feast on your tasty tool from time to time."
I gave Sylvia $50.00 for her trouble and she said she would call me when the circus returned to town. When she left I was back with my problem and no nearer a solution than before.
I was still willing to find out what my other callers had to offer, but I was brought down that Sylvia, with her knowing lips, couldn't make me go down.
I was beginning to wonder if I'd have to go through the rest of my life with a hard-on.
CHAPTER FIVE
OTHER SOLUTIONS
My next caller was the man with the fucking machine. He carried it in a small black box.
"You ever milk a cow?" he asked. I shook my head. "That's where I first got the idea." He opened the box and took out a hollow metal tube lined with rubber with an electric wire attached. "I don't have much luck with women somehow," he explained, "but I have to get my nuts off somehow, so I fashioned this out of one of those mechanical milking machines. Just stick your cock inside and turn on the current. After that you just lie back and let the machine do the work."
I was apprehensive about trying this electrified fucking machine. Besides the fact that it had been used before, I had terrifying visions of the tube short-circuiting and burning my cock to a crisp.
I shelled out some more money for this man's trouble, and told him I would let him know how well his machine worked. Actually, I had no intention of letting his machine jerk me off unless all other remedies failed. I would use his unique invention only as a last resort.
My next visitor was the woman whose voice on the phone had sounded like a cunt with a bottomless hole. She turned out to be a toothless old crone with a wrinkled face and lumpy sagging breasts.
"Just dip this pad in cold water, sonny," she said, holding up a sort of sponge-like jockstrap, "and tie it around your privates. It's just like walking around in a cold shower."
I could readily see the possibilities of that old woman's "cure," but I knew I'd have to bend my cock in two just to fit it inside her sac. Besides, who wants to walk around all day with a wet rag tied to his prick?
I restlessly waited around the house for the rest of the afternoon, hoping someone else would call, vainly hoping that someone would have the solution to my problem. But my telephone remained silent.
When Norma came home from work that evening I told her about my day, and she sympathized with me, but she was as disappointed in the various remedies suggested to me as I was. She suggested I talk to a female psychiatrist who had called earlier.
Now I have nothing against psychiatrists, but this one was a female, and I couldn't see telling her all my most intimate secrets. But I promised Norma that, if all else failed, I would call her.
Meanwhile, to console my forlorn but still erect prick, Norma opened her round rosy ass for my use.
"My poor cunnie is too sore tonight," she said, looking at me upside down from between her splayed legs. "But you can run your powerful peter up my ass-hole as long as you like."
It would be unnecessary to say that my dick got hard at the sight of Norma's smooth, heart-shaped ass, but there are degrees of being horny.
I liberally moistened her anus with my spittle and gently nosed the head of my cock past the tight wrinkled muscles guarding the entrance. Inch by inch I slid into her, kneading her firm buttocks in my hands.
The first time I had ever fucked Norma from behind had been painful to her, but gradually she had become used to my member prodding her ass. Once, when I succeeded in making us both come that way, she said she finally understood why queers liked being fucked in the ass.
This night it was a good three-hour fuck, and, even though I naturally still had my hard-on, afterwards I was able to tolerate my stiff prick with greater ease.
CHAPTER SIX
THE KIDNAPPING
The next morning I started Norma off on her way to work with a wombful of hot come, and afterwards dropped back off to sleep. When I awoke for the second time, it was about eleven-thirty.
I shaved and showered and hungrily ate the breakfast that Greta served me. Every time she came near me she would give me a little smile and shyly turn around, uncovering her bare, golden-fringed ass-hole to my view.
"Is there anything you'll be wanting me for, Mr. Ferter?" she asked with a slight smile.
"I honestly wish there was, Greta," I said, "but between you and my wife I've got a very sore cock." Greta's smile evaporated at this. "I'm sorry, but maybe later on I'll need you."
Consoled by this vague promise, she shrugged her shoulders good-naturedly and left me to finish my breakfast alone.
Today, I thought, for sure someone will turn up to turn my cock down.
But after waiting around for a couple of hours without anyone calling I got impatient and gave up the rest of the day as a lost cause.
I didn't want to remain in the house tortured by the pressing demands of my stiff cock, so I decided to go for a walk.
It was a nice spring day, for which I was thankful because that meant I would only have to wear a topcoat, instead of my heavy overcoat, to conceal my shameless prick. Even so, there was an obvious bulge beneath my coat.
I stepped out into the street on a clear, sunny day, the kind of day on which it is impossible to be unhappy for long, regardless of the gravity of one's problems. When I looked at the children playing in the streets, and young couples walking by arm-in-arm I was inclined to be philosophical about my problem.
What was I so unhappy about, I asked myself? I mean, it wasn't like I was suffering from cancer or some mortal disease like that. And even if I never got cured, just think of all the lovely pussy I would get a shot at.
I was thinking these and similar thoughts when a long black limousine drew up beside me on the curb. The back window was lowered and a breathtakingly beautiful brunette smiled and stuck her head out the window.
"Hello, lover," she said gaily. "How would you like a lift?"
I walked over to the car, bent over and peeked inside: besides the brunette who had spoken to me, there was a long limbed blonde with a Mia Farrow haircut sitting in the back seat with her. The driver also turned out to be a woman, a redhead with clear white skin and round pouting lips.
"I'm not going anywhere in particular," I said to the brunette. I'm just taking a walk."
"Hop in," she said, opening the back door.
As she moved her legs out onto the sidewalk to make way for me to sit between her and her blonde girlfriend, her miniskirt rode up her legs and I got a good eyeful of smooth milk-white thighs receding upward to a soft bulge at her crotch over which skimpy panties were tightly stretched.
The door closed and the brunette said, "Okay, Rita," to the driver, and the car moved off.
Sitting in this shiny black limousine with three beautiful women, I drew up my topcoat over me to hide my taut rod so as not to embarrass them.
The blonde on my left put her arm around my neck and was smiling into my face, while the brunette was running her fingernails along the upper part of my leg which was covered by my coat.
"Isn't it a little warm for all those clothes?" she asked in a lilting voice. Suddenly her face froze as she eyed the telltale bulge at my crotch. "What're you hiding under that coat? You got a gun down there, or something?"
"Maybe he's one of those crazy radicals and he's hiding a bomb underneath that coat of his?" joked the blonde, as her gaze, too, was arrested by the suspicious hump beneath my coat.
"If you're thinking what I'm thinking," the brunette said to the blonde, "it looks like we got ourselves a live one. Give us a look, mister," she said to me.
"What do you mean about a 'live one'? " I asked, making no move to open my coat.
Without batting an eyelid the brunette suddenly produced a knife from out of thin air and pointed it at my throat. She was no longer smiling now. She was breathing heavily, looking from my hidden prick to my face with the glazed eyes of naked lust.
"What do you think, mister?" she asked, still pointing the knife at me. "We're just out to have us a little fun, and it looks like you've got enough under there to keep all three of us happy. Now come on, give us a peek at those precious family jewels."
I wasn't really afraid of these women, though I suspected they could turn real nasty if they didn't get what they wanted. I was surprised more than anything. Each of the women seemed to be expensively dressed, so I didn't think they were really vicious criminal types, and I wondered why such obvious lookers had to kidnap a man to get some free dick.
While I was thinking these thoughts, the blonde on my left reached over and pulled back the flaps of my coat. V
"Oh, hell," she said. "I'll do it."
Her face fell when she saw the long line of my cock beneath my pants.
"Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "Rita, you've got to take a look at this guy," she said to the driver. "Talk about hung!"
The brunette almost dropped her knife. She reached down with her free hand and fingered the enormous length of my distended prick.
"Now that's what I call a man-sized cock," she said, running a suddenly dry tongue over her lips. She looked up at me. "No wonder you were hiding that monster. Hurry up, Rita," she said breathlessly. "I can't wait to feel that sausage inside me."
I saw Rita looking at me through the rearview mirror.
"Well just leave me some," she said to her friends.
"I'm surprised they don't arrest him," the short-haired blonde on my left said, her eyes riveted on my dick, "walking around the streets in broad daylight like that. Say, mister, are you always hard like that?"
"Well, I've sort of got a problem," I said, feeling my face redden in embarrassment.
"What kind?" the brunette said, suddenly suspicious. "You ain't got no disease or nothin', have you?"
"Nothing like that," I assured her. "I've got a case of priapus extendem. A permanent hard-on."
The brunette whistled, and again ran her fingers over my prick.
"You mean that stiff pecker of yours will never go down?"
I nodded my head. She smiled and closed her eyes then, and for a second I thought she had fainted. She opened her eyes again and flashed me a knowing look. She squeezed her knees together and began moving her ass around on the seat.
The blonde already had her hand down my shirt front. I felt her fingers slide beneath the elastic band of my shorts and go exploring in the tangled jungle of my pubic hair. With her arm still around my neck she drew my face to hers, and pressed her fruity lips to mine. I opened my mouth and felt her tongue frantically searching for mine. She drew her leg up and guided my hand up beneath her skirt.
I ran my hand along the insides of her warm, meaty thighs, and I felt an electric current jolt through my fingers as they came in contact with the wiry tendrils of the love-bush guarding the entrance to her uncovered pussy.
The brunette meanwhile had impatiently pulled down the zipper of my fly, and had stuck her hand inside the opening of my shorts. I felt her charged hand travel the length of my prick until it reached the head, then traveled back down again. Just at that moment the blonde's hand met hers, and her hand hastily retreated up my dick again, leaving the blonde with the lover half of the thick round shaft.
Both the blonde and the brunette had their eyes closed now and were softly cooing as they both grasped my pulsing pecker. They rolled their asses around on the back seat and were groaning like sick cats.
While I was diddling the blonde, the brunette spread her legs and began absently rubbing her pussy at the same easy tempo with which she was fondling my cock.
"Oh, I can't stand it anymore!" she cried, tugging at my prick. "I've just got to have a look at that lovely monster!"
She pulled my cock back and out of my shorts. It stood straight up in the air, waving back and forth, slight droplets of pre-come already forming around my pisshole.
The blonde opened her eyes. She gasped when she saw my erect member swinging freely in the air. She ground down on my hand with a ferocity only matched by her unbridled lust.
"Oh, baby," the brunette said, bending over my cock while furiously jerking herself off with her hand. Her lips closed around my dick and she began running her mouth up and down my pole like it was a delicious lollipop.
The blonde cupped her hand around my balls and rubbed them together.
I lay back on the seat with my eyes closed, ramming my fingers up the blonde while the brunette was sucking me off. I figured I might as well enjoy myself since I had no choice in the matter.
The limousine began entering one of the city's more fashionable districts. Rita, the driver, kept looking in the backseat through her rearview mirror. Watching her brunette friend's head bobbing up and down on my cock must have gotten to her, because I could see her eyes glaze over and her hand moving between her legs.
I couldn't believe I was with three such horny women. To watch them, one would have thought they hadn't had a good fuck in months, but I knew this couldn't be true. They were too attractive to go horny for long. But why the kidnap, I asked myself?
The limousine stopped before a very chic apartment house. The brunette took her slurping mouth off my cock long enough to look up.
"We already here?" she asked in a husky voice.
"You bet your sweet ass," Rita, the driver, said. She already had her front door open. "Now it's my turn to enjoy that beautiful prick you and Dora have been gorging yourselves on."
The girls in the back reluctantly smoothed down their skirts. The brunette looked at me like a guilty little girl.
"Look, mister, we don't want to hurt you or anything like that," she said pleadingly, holding up the knife. "Just stay with us awhile and we'll let you go, okay?"
I looked at the pleading in her eyes, and I knew she was in a bad way. Being the gentleman I was brought up to be, I could not refuse her reasonable request.
But the other one, the blonde, refused to let go of my cock.
"Dora!" the brunette said. "He can't walk into the building with his peter hanging out."
"I don't care," Dora sulked. "He can hide it under his coat, but I'm not letting go of this monster."
There was nothing to do about it but to let her have her way. The four of us got out of the car, and Dora and I began walking behind the other two girls, Dora with her hand disappearing between the two lower buttons of my coat, still hanging on for dear life to my poor pecker.
A beefy, red-faced doorman tipped his cap at the girls.
"I see you're back soon, girls," he said, just to have something to say. "Did you have a nice outing?"
"Yeah, but we're going to have a nicer inning," Dora said, winking at the other girls and giving my dick a squeeze underneath my coat, leaving the doorman with a puzzled expression on his face.
We four were alone in the elevator. Rita stood before me, and slowly parted the folds of my coat.
"I've just got to see what you girls were so excited about," she said.
When my smooth cock rose in salute, she moaned and grabbed the top of my cock so that it pointed just beneath her crotch. She moved her ass up on it, and squeezed it between her legs.
Dora's hand was still clutching the base of my penis and it looked like she was shoving it up Rita's pussy.
"Be patient, girls," the brunette, whose name was Maureen, said, but it was evident from her heaving breast and the way her hands clutched at the short hem of her skirt that patience was in short supply among these three gorgeous kidnappers.
CHAPTER SEVEN
FOUR-WAY FLING
The girls' apartment was a lavish warren of spacious rooms and soft, expensive furnishings.
With Dora still hanging onto my cock, the three girls drew me to a deep padded couch and began undressing me. I shivered as six greedy hands caressed the innermost secrets of my body.
One of the girls, Maureen, the brunette, rang a bell. An instant later a shy, somewhat effeminate Filipino houseboy appeared. As soon as he entered the room he took in the situation at a glance. His face flushed a bright red, and he gave a slight bow. "Kiko, get us some drinks," Maureen ordered, "then if you're nice you can stay and watch."
Kiko paddled silently out of the room. "He's our houseboy," Dora said, hastily stepping out of her clothes. "He's a fairy, but he-likes living with a bunch of girls. Just looking at that proud pecker of yours is sure to drive him out of his mind."
"Wait a minute," I said, sitting straight up on the couch. "I'm not ac-dc. I'm not built that way."
"Don't worry," Rita, the redhead, said, leaning over me with her lush strawberry tits dangling before my face. "He just-likes to watch. He won't be any problem."
Maureen and Dora sat on either side of me on the couch, while Rita put her arms around me from behind, her ripe breasts forming soft, resilient pillows for my head, as she massaged my hairy chest with cool practiced hands.
I've never been raped by three women before-in fact, I've never even balled three women at once, so I was eagerly looking forward to the experience, particularly with three such well-endowed specimens of feminine pulchritude.
Of the three Rita, with her lustrous red hair hanging down her back, had the most exciting body. Her skin was strawberry pink, and there didn't seem to be a blemish anywhere among those undulating curves. I've already mentioned her exciting over-ripe breasts, but these delectable mammaries deserve another mention.
Besides being the color of ripe strawberries, they also had something of their shape, being full and broad at the top, and gradually sloping to her hard, button-like nipples which needed no prodding to remain hard and erect.
She had a small waist and a flat, curving stomach with a small, inverted navel. Large, prominent pelvic bones girdled her wide hips, and her fresh pink thighs were the perfect setting for a trim little garden of flaming red hair around her small, almost virginal pussy-lips.
Dora, the short-haired blonde who wouldn't let go of my pecker, had a small, compact body with hard round breasts like just-ripe peaches. The hair covering her mound of Venus was thin and as soft as corn silk.
Of the three, Maureen, with her long blue-black hair, had the best legs. The long, feminine curves of her calf muscles tapered gracefully to small prominent ankles. The black wiry tangle of pubic hair almost forbiddingly guarding her genital doorway promised unknown thrills to the enterprising sexual voyager.
Dora tugged gently at my prick and drew me down to a thick round rug decorated with the signs of the zodiac which lay in front of the couch. j
The other two girls slipped down beside us as Kiko re-entered the room. He bore a tray of drinks in one hand, while the other held two bizarre implements: a plastic vibrator shaped like a foot-long penis, and a thick, leather-wound club.
As soon as Maureen saw the leather club in Kiko's hand, she groaned and turned over on her stomach and drew her legs up beneath her so that her broad buttocks were sticking up in the air.
"Oh, Kiko," she cried, "put down those drinks and bring that rod over here. Quickly!"
Kiko placed his tray of drinks down on a table and walked over to Maureen. He reached down and handed her the vibrator which she immediately turned on and rubbed over the pointed nipples of her tits.
"Hit me!" she cried out to Kiko. "Smack my ass with that rod, honey, and I'll give you an extra day off next week to go play with your boyfriends."
Kiko stood over the four of us, smiling down at us while running his hands over the leather-wound club in his hand as if it were his own dick and not an inanimate object.
Dora was bending over between my spread legs and running the tip of her tongue up and down my hard, moist pecker, while Rita straddled my chest and lowered her muff to my face.
I have a particular liking for eating pussy, and I took my time with Rita's. Reaching beneath her gyrating ass I gently parted her luscious cunt-lips with my thumbs, and let my tongue roam up and down the length of her rosy slit.
I deeply inhaled the musky odor of Rita's crack, which was blessed with a bittersweet, fishy smell that was neither repellent nor too insipid to excite my watering mouth.
Rita grabbed my head in both her hands and kept it glued to her gleaming cunt-lips. When the tip of my tongue passed over her tiny, penis-like clit, she held her breath and her whole body tensed. Then she began moving her pouting pussy over my tongue with wild abandon.
While I was taking my sweet time tasting Rita's sweet pussy Dora was busily engaged in swallowing as much of my prick as her greedy mouth could manage.
Right beside me was Maureen, whose cleaved buttocks were still wriggling up in the air, awaiting Kiko's heavy-handed ministrations.
Kiko bent over her and, without warning, brought down the leather club on first one cheek then the other. Maureen reared up like a bucking stallion as tears of pain and pleasure streamed down her cheeks.
"Oh, yes, Kiko, hit me harder, harder!" she screamed out, her protuberant nabes squirming upwards.
Maureen took her vibrator and crawled backwards on the rug until she was even with Dora who was hovering over my cock like the greedy cocksucker she was.
Maureen pointed the vibrator and began tickling around Dora's puckered anus, whereupon Dora groaned and began gobbling up my knob like it was the last meal of a condemned man, and thrust her buttocks backwards against the vibrator.
Kiko brought down his leather club again, and Maureen cried out and shoved the vibrator hard up Dora's twitching ass-hole.
"Oh," Dora cried out. "Shove that plastic dick up my ass, honey. Oh, yes!"
While giving me the sucking of my life-no insult to Sylvia the Sword-Swallower intended, but, after all, she couldn't do the work of three women, could she? Dora ground her ass down on Maureen's vibrating bogus prick, while Maureen viciously shoved that snub-nosed rod in and out of Dora's ass as if she were chipping away at a block of ice with an ice pick.
Kiko played his part well, and methodically hammered away at Maureen's nether protuberances as if he was getting as much pleasure from it as she was. His eyes were getting glassy as he kept staring at Dora gobbling up my dick, and I could see tiny beads of sweat standing out on his forehead. He kept licking his lips which his panting excitement had drained of all moisture, and his hand dropped down to his crotch, which was all abulge.
Meanwhile, Rita's sweet cunt-juices were flowing into my waiting mouth with the force of a waterfall. I pushed my tongue up her cunt as far as it would go until my lips were glued to hers, and she held my head in a vise-like grip so that I couldn't have moved it even if I had wanted to, which I didn't. I kneaded her meaty white buttocks in my hands, and squeezed them hard.
My nose pressed against her clit, while my tongue was enthusiastically draining her beautiful pussy.
I felt Dora's lips leave my knob, and a moment later I felt her moving down on my body and straddling me as she eased her pussy down on my venereal tower. I felt a warm tingle in my knob as her cunt-lips enclosed my prick.
Dora sat behind Rita whose juicy cunt was stuffing my mouth, and she grabbed Rita's lush breasts from behind and the two of them squirmed and rocked back and forth on my poor body like first-class passengers on an express train to paradise.
Maureen had dropped the vibrator to the floor. Now she moved beneath Dora to get at her ass-hole. While Dora's snatch was filled with my pulsing penis, her ass-hole was being amply rewarded by Maureen's deft tongue darting in and out of her anus.
Kiko picked up the vibrator and jammed it up Maureen's pussy from behind. With his other hand, he unzipped his fly, and brought out a tiny, but rock-hard, penis which he impatiently milked up and down.
Picture, then, this scene: me lying on my back, eating Rita's pert pussy for all it was worth; behind her, impaled on my come-filled monster, was Dora whose ass-hole was being stuffed with Maureen's tongue; and with Maureen herself being rammed by Kiko's vibrator, while Kiko was furiously jerking himself off. We formed an unbroken line of sucking and fucking bodies halfway across the living room floor.
We were a feverish tangle of sweating, groaning, straining bodies in a wild embrace of tangled bushes and gaping holes filled with any and every means at hand.
Maureen raised up, and, as if she had just noticed that Kiko had stopped beating her buttocks with his leather club, she glanced up at him.
"You naughty boy," she said as she saw him jerking off his little penis in his hand. "Come here, and mommy will fix it."
Maybe Kiko was a fairy, but in the mood he was in he didn't care if it was a woman or a man who sucked him off. He gratefully pushed his pecker past Maureen's open lips, as if mouths have no sex.
As for Maureen, she couldn't have cared less about Kiko's sexual preferences. She couldn't get at my beloved prick, so any prick would do.
Except that Kiko's dick in her mouth wasn't all she wanted.
"Slap me!" she ordered him. She glued her lips to his dick, which seemed all knob and no shaft, as Kiko slapped her on the side of the face.
"Oh, yes!" she murmured, and sucked on his pole like it was the cock of a big stud bull rather than the tiny affair it was. Each time Kiko slapped her, her head rocked to the side and tears streamed down her cheeks, but she never let go of his tiny tidbit.
"Hey, Dora," Rita said, turning her head around and licking around the delicate contours of Dora's scarlet lips, "How about changing places with me, and letting me have a go at some of that dick?"
In answer Dora twined her tongue around Rita's, gave her boobies a last squeeze, and slowly raised up off my cock, which slipped out of her cunt with a dull pop. She moved around Rita, who slid down my body until her wet pussy lips were even with my peter.
Dora now sat on my chest and buried my mouth in her corn silk beaver. She parted the lips of her crack with her fingers and shoved my tongue deep inside her as far as it would go.
My lips tingled with the different taste of Dora's pussy. It had a harsher, stronger flavor than Rita's. While Rita's lush quim had the delicate flavor of a juicy cantaloupe, Dora's tasted like salty olives.
It was Rita, meanwhile, who lowered herself on my cock, and cried out, "How big it is!"
She wound herself up and down my dizzy pole with sharp, explosive thrusts of her pelvis. Then she bent over backwards until her arched back touched the floor. I thought my prick was going to break in two as she reached out and pulled Maureen's ass towards her face.
Without taking her impassioned lips from Kiko's prick, Maureen inched over sideways and raised her leg over Rita's face. She propped her pussy on Rita's long gliding tongue, while Kiko's legs were planted on either side of Maureen's head and long drops of saliva and pre-come dripped from Maureen's mouth and his cock onto Rita's face.
For all of this time the only sounds to be heard were those of our pitiful groans and the wet sloshing sounds of lips on dicks, dicks sliding in and out of pussies, and tongues licking and slurping and sucking, and the sharp smacks of Kiko's hand on Maureen's cheeks.
I held Dora's hard handfuls of young budding titties in my hands as she whirled her pussy around on my lapping lips. She grabbed my hands in hers and tightened them on her breasts.
I heard weird, piercing yelps and I wondered who this sound could be coming from until, out of the corners of my eyes, I saw Kiko with his eyes closed, still smacking Maureen's cheeks with a dreadful regularity, and swaying deliriously as he rapidly thrust his dick in and out of her mouth.
Suddenly Kiko straightened up and grabbed Maureen's head in his hands and held her mouth steady as he fucked her mouth like a wild man, still uttering those shrill, high yelps of his.
"Aieee!" he screamed out like a wounded bird.
His penis vibrated, and, though his cock was completely hidden in Maureen's mouth, I could almost see the steady stream of come shooting out of his pisshole and into Maureen's mouth.
As if Kiko had started a chain reaction, Maureen began making deep, throaty sounds as she swallowed Kiko's hot semen, and moved her pussy around Rita's mouth until I thought Rita's lips would fall off from soreness.
"Oh, oh, oh," she cried out, letting Kiko's dick fall out of her mouth, the corners of which were smeared with Kiko's cream, "Hit me again, Kiko! Whip my behind!" she screamed as she fell forward across Rita's stretched out body, her pussy still whirling around on Rita's mouth.
Kiko looked dazed. His little pecker was soft again, and hung outside his pants, with little dribbles of come running down his pants' leg.
He stooped over like an old man and picked up the leather club. He stepped behind Maureen and resumed slapping her on her taut, meaty buttocks.
Maureen came just as I felt as if my cock were on fire. I frantically, but uselessly, tried to move my cock in and out of Rita. Understanding my intention, she pushed Maureen off her chest as soon as she came, and sat up on my prodding prick.
I really started moving then. With my hands kneading Dora's tight little ass and I was licking her pretty pussy with energy I didn't even know my tongue had, I was jerking my ass up and down on the rug, fucking Rita for all she was worth.
Rita reached beneath her and squeezed my nuts in her hand. I lunged and thrust my cock up inside her until I could feel my knob scrape her womb.
Then all hell started to break loose. Rita began screaming like someone was beating her to death, and moved up and down my greased pole like a vertical merry-go-round.
Dora jerked her pussy back and forth across my lips in a mindless frenzy, and her cries soon joined Rita's in a strange duet of lust.
When I shot my load inside Rita I could feel her cunt quiver as she, too, reached the Supreme Moment of Ecstasy. My mouth was filled with a delicious salty liquid as Dora came in my mouth.
I felt that the three of us were coming for hours, just as if waves of pleasure washed over each of us in turn, then began the cycle again.
I felt myself struggling out of a deep void. When I opened my eyes all I saw was arms and legs akimbo, with exhausted bodies flung hither and thither as if some terrible carnage had taken place.
"I could use that drink now," I said, sitting up and tiredly rubbing my eyes.
"Man, you could use more than just a drink," Dora said, eyeing my remarkable cock which showed no signs of wilting.
A vague sense of depression came over me when I realized that I was no nearer a solution to my problem than before. It seemed like I was setting a new world's record for fucking, but my independent prick refused to bow in homage to my prowess in the sack.
"Boy, if I had a cock like that I'd be a millionaire already," Rita said.
"If you had a cock like that, I'd marry you," Maureen said.
"I don't think I'd like it," Dora said thoughtfully, petting her pussy. "I'm happy with what I've got so long as I can have a cock like that to feast on."
"Well, you and Maureen can take care of that one," Rita said, getting to her feet, "but I've got a trick coming up here soon."
"A trick?" I asked.
"Yeah, a John," Rita said, handing me a drink. "How do you think we pay for this pad and all these expensive things? We're not any ordinary hookers, honey. If you didn't have that lovely prick, putting your pecker in my pussy would have cost you one hundred dollars, maybe more."
"But why did you-I mean, why were you out on the streets?" I asked. "I've been wondering why three lookers like you had to go out and kidnap a man to get satisfied."
That's 'cause we're hard to satisfy," Dora said, purring as she began stroking my cock again. "Most men who pay for it aren't any damn good in bed, and those who are, are in too much of a hurry to care how we feel. Of course, we have each other, and I don't think I could live without the taste of Rita or Maureen's pussy in my mouth, but sometimes we just have to have a man.
"Do you go out and kidnap him?" I said.
Dora nodded her head.
"Even if he's not like you," she said "it's more exciting than just another John because we're raping him, and there's nothing he can do about it except give us all the cock we want. And you'd be surprised how fear inspires some men."
"I enjoy commanding them to beat me," Maureen said, dreamily running her hands over her bruised buttocks. "Oh," she moaned, pressing her thighs together, "I get crazy just thinking about it!"
"Come on everybody, into the bedroom," Rita said. "My trick'll be here any minute now. Kiko, get yourself together and get washed up."
Kiko stood shakily, and placed his little washed-out penis back in his pants and zipped up. He gave a little bow, then left the room.
I joined Dora and Maureen in the bedroom.
"We can watch from here," Dora said, sliding back a fake painting in the wall to reveal a one-way mirror through which every part of the living room could be clearly seen.
"Watch?" I said.
"That's right, honey," Dora said, pulling me down onto a queen-size bed covered with black satin sheets. "This should be a good one. He's one of Rita's special customers."
I looked through the one-way mirror and saw Rita in a housecoat laying what looked like a large square sheet of clear plastic on the floor.
"What's she doing?" I asked.
"You'll see," Maureen laughed. "I doubt if you'll be turned on by what you see, but I can guarantee you've never seen anything like it."
As before when I had been wedged between Dora and Maureen in the car, now, in the bed, I was the meat in the fleshly sandwich composed of the same two women.
Both girls were stretched out the length of my body, with their healthy pink thighs pressed against mine, and their voluptuous tits hanging over my arms.
I closed my eyes and heaved a deep sigh of pleasure as I saw myself the royal recipient of female attentions in a magnificent palace of muted gold and silver. Instead of just two women, I imagined I was being caressed and made love to by ten times that amount, each of them different, yet all of them of such elusive but alluring beauty that a thrill pulsed through my greedy cock at the mere sight of them.
But when I opened my eyes and saw only the two women I was not disappointed, for the reality of their hungry thighs and willing pussies far surpassed the pale fantasy of my mind.
With my arms around both women I cupped my hands around one of each of their unique but mutually exciting tits, turning my head from side to side as I tongued first one, then the other.
Maureen slid her hand underneath my ass and tickled the base of my balls, while Dora, faithful to her first love, ran her hand up and down my phallic baby-machine with the feathery softness of a velvet glove.
Just then we heard the doorbell ring, and we all sat up in bed to watch Kiko, now once more the shy, reserved houseboy, cross the room and answer the door.
Standing in the doorway was a handsome middle-aged man in an expensive, well-pressed blue sharkskin suit, and wearing an immaculate gray homburg on his greying head. He was carrying a grocery bag in his arms.
He smiled at Kiko and gave him the brown paper bag as well as his homburg. He strode into the room as if he owned it. He walked over to the sheet of plastic Rita had laid on the floor, and nodded his head in satisfaction. He turned and said something to Kiko, whereupon Kiko bowed and put the paper bag the man had brought on the table before the couch.
Then Kiko returned to the gentleman and helped him undress. When the man was down to his underwear I started, disbelieving that which I so clearly saw before my eyes: peeking out from beneath the man's boxer shorts and running halfway down his thigh was an incredibly long, fat cock.
I raised my eyebrows and turned to Maureen. She giggled at my unspoken query.
"Wait 'til you see all of it," she whispered. All of it, I thought, as I turned back to the man. It was absolutely impossible that there could be more to that genital freak than what I was already seeing.
The man reached inside the coat of his jacket which Kiko had draped over his arm and took out a wallet. From this he extracted a bill which he gave to Kiko along with a pat on his cheeks. Then he waved his hand, and Kiko bowed out of the room.
The man walked over to the table, and opened the brown paper bag. What was my surprise when he began taking out several quarts of beer, placing them side by side on the table.
I was about to ask a question when I decided to keep my mouth shut and my eyes open.
The man began peeling off his underwear. When he slipped out of his shorts and straightened up I heard Dora gasping beside me and felt her squeezing on my dick like a magic talisman.
I looked at the man's unusual cock and back to his face again, unable to believe that this was really a man and not a horse or stud bull with such a preposterous tool between his legs.
His cock was over a foot long and seemed just as wide as it dangled lifelessly between his legs. The fat knob of this monster was big around as my fist, and his pisshole was so big and deep that it looked like some grotesque fleshy vacuum cleaner.
It was only when he turned and walked toward the plastic on the floor that I caught a glimpse of two fuzzy balls the size of coconuts squashed between his legs.
This strange man's incredible genital equipment filled me with awe and I was incapable of speech as I stared at his over-sized family jewels in dumbstruck amazement.
I felt I was truly dreaming. It was impossible for anyone to carry around such heavy appendages without keeling over from the weight.
And here I thought I had a problem! I was beginning to feel better about it already. It's one thing to have a cock that never gets soft-that can have its advantages, as we have seen-but what advantages could there be to having a tool that would split a normal woman in two if she tried to get even the enormous cockhead inside her?
I couldn't believe that Rita really intended to go through with fucking this guy, but I kept my mouth shut, tensely waiting for what would happen next.
The man turned toward the bathroom and called out something I couldn't hear. A second later Rita appeared. It was really a surprise to see her all dressed up in a little girl's sailor suit, complete with long, coiled pigtails hanging from beneath a wide sailor hat.
The man lay down on the sheet of plastic, looking up at Rita in her fantastic outfit with a wide grin of appreciation. Then he pointed to the beer bottles on the table.
Rita sat down on the couch. As she did so, she raised the short skirt of her sailor suit and spread her legs so that the man was looking straight up her crack.
This was beginning to puzzle me because with all that lovely pussy staring him in the face the man's enormous prick didn't get any harder. What's the point, I asked myself.
Rita reached out and took up one of the bottles of beer. She twisted off the cap, and, with a salute to the man on the floor, upended the bottle and began drinking down the frothy beer. From that moment on, Rita and Elephant-Dick, as I nicknamed him, said nothing further to each other for the next fifteen minutes.
Elephant-Dick hungrily devoured Rita with his eyes, which shone with an unnatural gleam, greedily following her every movement as she steadily gulped down the beer. His tongue quietly worked in his mouth as if he were also drinking.
And then slowly, like the Loch Ness monster rising from the water, Elephant-Dick's tremendous prick shuddered and fitfully pawed the ground, then slowly, awkwardly, lifted its huge tubular body in the air.
I couldn't believe my eyes. The way this monster cock rose by itself seemed like a masterful trick of magic, and I kept looking for the invisible wires which held it up.
Both Dora and Maureen were all over my body now. Though we had just finished fucking, both girls were already excited again by the sight of Elephant-Dick's giant cherry-buster hardening and filling out like a sail catching the wind. Dora, who had been so aroused at the sight of my stiff prick before, now only had eyes for Elephant-Dick.
But, turned-on as they were, neither girl took her eyes off the bizarre scene in the living room. Nor did I, for that matter, for I was more than curious to find out what would happen next.
Elephant-Dick's huge prong now stood straight up at a 180 degree angle and rose at least two feet above the rest of his reclining body. From where I sat I could see each throbbing vein, each curving wrinkle as if under a magnifying glass.
I suddenly laughed aloud when I thought of how Sylvia the Sword-Swallower would react to Elephant-Dick. She had already eaten an elephant-or so she said-but I doubted if even an elephant could have matched this man for pounds of dick per square inch. And swallowing a sword would be mere child's play compared to getting this fat dick down her throat.
But come to think of it, Sylvia's enormous chasm of a pussy was probably a perfect match for Elephant-Dick's outsized penis. That, I thought, would be a titanic struggle worth watching.
Rita was on her last bottle of beer. She had already drunk four. As she took the last gulp from this last bottle, Elephant-Dick's glittering eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Even before Rita finished the beer he violently rolled his head from side to side and began hysterically pounding the floor with his fists. He clenched his eyes shut, and I suddenly realized he was crying and screaming out something.
Rita put down the last empty beer bottle and stood up. She smiled at the tormented figure on the floor, and said something to him. He responded by screaming out and pounding his fists more frantically on the floor.
Taking her time Rita walked over to Elephant-Dick and stood with her feet planted on either side of him. She lifted up her short pleated skirt and filled his popping eyes with the enticing sight of her sock-it-to-me snatch, but all I saw from the bedroom were the tantalizing pink cheeks of her round rosy ass.
I sat bolt upright in bed as I saw Elephant-Dick's huge penis pointed straight at Rita's pussy, and almost touching it even though Rita stood straight up!
I was incredulous that Rita could even consider shoving that beast of a cock up her comparatively tiny cunt.
Still straddling Elephant-Dick and holding up her skirt Rita said something else to the man and he became frantic. Tears poured from his eyes, and he raised his arms in entreaty like a beggar begging for a scrap of bread.
I didn't fully realize what was happening until I suddenly saw the yellowish liquid splashing over the lower part of his body as Rita uncorked her pee-hole and emptied her beer-bloated bladder on Elephant-Dick.
I had a queer sensation then: it seemed I could almost feel Elephant-Dick's visible relief as Rita's warm pee washed over him and covered the lower part of his body-which seemed all prick and balls-in its stinging warmth.
Then a more curious thing happened: with his hands still at his sides, Elephant-Dick's towering prick rapidly jerked upwards, as if being milked by the air.
Rita stepped out of the way just in time as Elephant-Dick got his nuts off and shot a thick stream of semen straight up into the air, almost touching the twelve-foot ceiling.
I fell back on the bed and shook my head, still unable to believe what I had just seen.
Maureen laughed.
"It gets a little messy," she said, "but it's worth it just to watch."
"Did you like it?" Dora asked, her hand once more circling my normal-sized but still-hard pecker which felt like the shrunken head of a pygmy after watching Elephant-Dick's enormous tool.
"Uh, it was very interesting," I said uncertainly, for I still hadn't fully taken in the fantastic spectacle I had just witnessed. "Does he actually pay to have that done to him?"
"Does he pay?" Maureen laughed. "Two hundred dollars a shot. For that kind of money Rita would make it with a gorilla. She takes care of the specialties. Dora and I stick to the regular tricks, unless there's a John who-likes to beat women; that's where I come in. If you want to stick around awhile we'll show you stranger things than that."
The man in the room was sitting up now, and he looked a mess, what with all the pee and come combined. But he no longer looked anxious and pleading as he had before. In fact, he looked quite relaxed.
Rita led him into the bathroom. She rang her Kiko, who must have been watching also, for he appeared but a moment later carrying a mop and a bucket of water. He made a face when Rita pointed to the dirtied sheet of plastic, but he made no remark as he dutifully mopped up behind Elephant Dick.
A few minutes later Elephant Dick emerged from the bathroom fully dressed, looking once again the healthy, successful businessman he undoubtedly was, no trace of his unbelievable prick visible beneath his pants. He said a few words to Rita, then took two bills out of his fat wallet and gave them to her. She showed him to the door, and leaned up and kissed him on the cheek before he left.
A second later Rita appeared at the door of the bedroom and took off her sailor hat.
"Whew!" she panted, flopping heavily on the bed. "That was a hard one this time. It was all I could do to keep from peeing all over myself before I finished the beer. Mmmmmm," she murmured, licking her lips and looking at my eternally hard cock. "I see our friend here is up to his old tricks again."
In a wink of an eye Rita was out of her little girl's sailor suit and in the bed with Dora, Maureen and I. All three luscious beauties were chafing at the bit and primed for a man-sized fuck after the strange scene we had just witnessed.
We began our four-way fuck all over again.
Dora, who had not yet been buggered by my petrified prick, was the first to ram it past her pussy-lips and up her cunt, but the others were not far behind.
For the next hour or so I no longer knew who I was fucking. Sometimes it was Dora, sometimes Maureen, and sometimes Rita.
Sometimes I was fucking Rita and eating Dora and fingering Maureen. At other times Rita and Dora were fucking each other while Maureen was stuffing my cock down her throat.
At another time I was sucking on Rita's clit while Maureen was working away at my balls and Dora was supping on my cock.
And there was always Kiko in a corner of the room, watching us with huge, envious eyes and jerking off his tiny prick for all it was worth.
It was like one long continuous fuck with changing partners. As soon as my zealous prick left one hole it plugged up another. As soon as my lips parted from one set of juicy cunt-lips they were glued to another.
But when it was all over, and we had all come again (Rita came several times, one after the other; I guess I'd have to say she earned it), my prick was just as hard and demanding as before, and I knew that I'd have to get out of there and get back on the track of solving my problem.
CHAPTER EIGHT
THE VIRGIN SACRIFICE
The girls didn't really want to let me go, but they had to admit that I had given them much more than they had bargained for, so in the end we all parted friends. It was quite different from the scene two hours ago when I had been held at knife-point.
I took a taxi home, and Greta met me at the door in her skimpy maid's uniform and asked me how I had enjoyed my walk.
"It was very tiring," I answered, and it was true. I was all played-out from my recent labors in the sack, but I knew no one would believe that from the virile state of my stalwart prick.
"There's a young lady waiting for you in the front room," Greta told me. "With a dog," she added.
"A dog?" I repeated. I shook my puzzled head. "Did she say what she wanted?"
"She said she saw your advertisement."
I was frowning as I walked into the front room. How was this girl going to help me, I wondered. And why did she bring her dog?
I was really nonplused when I saw my guests: watching me out of innocent almond-shaped eyes was a pretty young girl wearing a matching navy blue skirt and jacket with a school emblem emblazoned on the breast pocket of her jacket. Quietly kneeling beside her and looking up at me with panting curiosity was a large shaggy dog whose eyes I couldn't even see for all the hair in his face.
The girl stood up at my entrance and took a step toward me, shamelessly staring at my cock which was pushing upwards against my pants.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, her mouth hanging open. "You weren't just kidding, were you?"
"You read my ad?" I asked, unable to believe that such a young, innocent-appearing girl could have read the very explicit sex magazine in which my ad had appeared.
"Sure," she said confidently, standing coquettishly on one leg with her hands on her hips. "I read that magazine all the time."
"How do you get it?"
"One of the older girls buys it and sneaks it into the school," she said.
"What school do you go to?"
"St. Ignatius."
"Is that Catholic?" She nodded her head. "How old are you?"
"Boy, you sure ask a lot of questions," she said, but not at all angrily. "I'm seventeen."
I smiled.
"You're not a day over fifteen," I said, "and you're probably not even that. Weren't you afraid to come to a strange man's apartment all alone?"
"I'm not alone," she said, reaching down and patting her shaggy dog. "I've got Gunther with me."
"And just what does Gunther do?" I asked.
"You'll see," she said. She moved toward me, smiling at me all the while as if she were thinking of a very funny joke.
Without hesitating this fresh young thing reached down and unzipped my fly. I kept my eyes on hers and didn't move a muscle as she reached inside my pants and wound her tender young hand around my cock. She tugged at it until it was free of my shorts and pointing straight at her stomach.
"I usually have to plate it," she said, rubbing her hand back and forth along my prick, "but in your case I don't think that's necessary."
"Plate it?" I asked.
She nodded her head. She bent over and slipped her lips over my cockhead and slid her mouth down the shaft, giving it a quick, thorough suck.
"Like that," she said, straightening up. "That's to get it hard before Gunther takes over."
Before I could say anything, the girl stepped to the side and called, "Gunther?" The dog immediately scrambled to his feet and ambled over to us.
"Suck," the girl ordered.
Gunther promptly advanced on my erect prong, and began giving it a soulful licking before I could protest. His tongue slobbered back and forth over my prick, and I must say I didn't find the act as unpleasant as the thought. Nevertheless, I backed away, but Gunther stayed with me, or rather his tongue did.
I looked up at his young mistress helplessly.
"Tell him to stop," I said, and I must have had a bewildered look on my face because the girl laughed.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "Don't you like it? I trained him to do that to my boyfriends so they won't keep pestering me to make it with them. They're too young for me," she said disdainfully. "I could loan him to you. With him around all the time, maybe you'd get soft again."
"No," I said more firmly. "Tell him to stop. Believe me, I could make love or be eaten all day long and my penis would never go down. In fact, there's a greater danger now that I will screw myself to death without solving my problem at all."
The girl made a wry face and shrugged her shoulders.
"That's enough, Gunther," she finally said to the dog, taking him by the collar and leading him away.
Gunther was still licking at the taste of my prick on his lips as he placidly laid back down. The girl looked at me with shrewd eyes.
"If that's the case," she said, taking off her school jacket, "there's only one cure for you-a virgin sacrifice."
I stood there dumbfounded as this young girl who was hardly a teenager calmly stripped away each garment of her clothing until nothing was left except red lace bikini panties through which I could detect the dark patch of pubic hair covering her Mound of Venus.
She had small, perfectly round, hard breasts which jutted out slightly above a slender waist and a flat but curving stomach. My prick gave a jerk as I looked her up and down, my gratified eyes taking in her trim vessel of pleasure, from the enchanting hollows of her collarbones to her ripe thighs and long, slender legs.
She approached me again and took me by the cock.
"First we have to get you all washed up," she said. "Where's the bathroom?"
I raised my hand and pointed to a doorway off to the side, too captivated by this brazen young virgin to speak. She marched me into the bathroom, turned on the light, and made me strip. Then she held my cock over the face bowl and gave it a good scrubbing.
"There," she said, bending my cock between her smooth, innocent thighs, and putting her arms around me. "Now your beautiful dick is worthy of a virgin's sacrifice."
She squeezed my rod between her thighs and moved back and forth on it as if she were riding a roller coaster. My sensitive cock scraped against her thin panties, and I could feel that they were already wet.
"Are you really a virgin?" I asked.
In answer, she smiled and slipped her panties down over her slender but solid thighs, standing first on one leg and then the other, like a young girl taking a bath in one of those French Impressionist paintings. Then she sat down on the edge of the bathtub and raised one foot up, her parted thighs revealing tender young pussy lips like the cool succulent flesh of a honeydew melon.
And, like the chilled melon, there were drops of liquid on these lovely pouting petals, but they certainly did not owe their existence to cold, but to the most intense heat a woman can generate.
I silently knelt on my knees before her, feeling almost religious as I was about to pay homage to her undefiled pussy and all the young pussies in the world. At that moment, hers was the Queen of Pussies because hers was actually before my tongue and, as far as I was concerned, it was the only pussy in the world.
This unique pussy could only have belonged to this ready virgin. It had her own sweet sunflower smell, and her own taste of sweet cherries, and the delicate shape of her ingenuous pussy lips recalled the soft pink contours of her mouth which was opened slightly as if ready to receive a stiff putz.
"I don't even know your name," I whispered, staring at her young pussy with awe.
"Maria," she whispered back.
I didn't even have to look at her face to know that she was telling the truth, that she really was a virgin. But the tremor in her voice said no virgin had ever been as ready as she was to have her cherry busted then and there.
I reached up under her soft behind and delicately parted her pretty cunt lips with the tips of my thumbs, uncovering the tiny pouting petals of her labiae minor, two little muscles that could ruthlessly drain a man of his procreative life-force and force him to beg for more.
I inched these tiny lips apart and saw that they were attached by a thin translucent membrane, strong enough to keep out tiny foreign objects, but pliant enough to give at the imperious thrust of a determined lover.
I chastely kissed her delicate pussy lips and inhaled her faint musky aroma, making my nose tickle and my mouth water. I licked the swollen length of those luscious lips, a long, delightful lick to taste every last drop of her.
I felt her body stiffen and I knew that if I looked up I'd see her with her slender back arched and her head thrown back and her eyes clenched tight, and on her face a grim expression of anguished pleasure.
But I didn't look up. I only had eyes for her proud pussy which had successfully resisted the impassioned onslaughts of other, younger men than I. As if these delicate lips were her mouth I communicated all my thoughts directly to them. I caressed them, I talked to them, I playfully scolded them, I hungered for them and kissed them and told them that I would always love them.
But this hollow altar is made to be penetrated by my holy prick and not my tongue, I told myself as I gave Maria's pussy one last lingering kiss-at least, this first time.
I moved back and sat on the seat of the toilet stool, holding Maria by her hands and drawing her to me. I put my arms around her narrow waist and pressed her to me. I thirstily sucked on the taut pink flesh of her young budding titties, while my hands were feverishly molding her tender buttocks, my fingers deftly exploring under her tight cheeks and around her moist crack.
She reached down and grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her pussy, sliding back and forth on it like greased lightning. Her other hand was around my neck, pressing my head against her breasts.
"Ohh," she moaned a long drawn-out sigh that seemed to come straight from her overheated womb. She was writhing violently in my arms, every part of her adolescent body aflame with desire and craving to be satisfied.
She moved up on my well-greased prick and lifted her legs around my back. Her lips found mine and I tasted her cool young tongue in my watering mouth as she continued rocking back and forth on the ridge of my cock.
I could take it no longer. Maria's virgin pussy was beckoning to my starved cock, crying out to me to join those two opposite organs so that they would become one and would fulfill each other.
I moved Maria back on my legs until the head of my cock just touched her pussy lips.
"You put it in," I whispered in her ear.
Maria reached down and placed my cockhead smack up against her lips. She jiggled her ass around slightly until those moist cunt lips covered a tiny tip of my cock, and I was pressing directly against her hymen.
She put both arms around my neck, arched her back and violently shoved her hips forward. There was a soft pop as my cunt sticker broke through her hymen and nosed past her inner lips.
Maria heaved a deep sigh, and began rapidly pumping up and down on me, taking more and more of my imprisoned cock inside her with each lunge.
It was a very tight fit. Mine was the first cock ever to have seen the inside of Maria's chaste pussy, and it would take a good deal of tenderness and patience before she could take all of me inside her. I doubted, even, if this would happen this first time.
While I was inching my way inside her I again took one of her tits in my mouth and raked my teeth over her hard little nipple. She threw her head back and screamed out. Then she began talking very rapidly in a thin high voice.
"Oh, I want to fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck, oh shit, how good it is! I've wanted this for so long, oh yes, fuck me, oh, let me feel you all the way inside me, oh yes, my pussy says yes, eat my pussy with your dick, wipe me clean, clean me out, oh, clean me out and fuck me good."
To hear such words expressed by such an innocent young girl, knowing that it was me and me alone that had inspired them excited me to greater heights of passion. I thrust my cock inside of her as deeply as it would go, then left it in position so that she could grind away on it. Without moving I forced my penis to expand and contract inside her in short, hard pulses.
This fucking-in-place my wife, Norma, had taught me in the early years of our marriage. We used to he for hours with our bodies joined, but not moving a muscle except those which contributed directly to our pleasure. That way we could fuck all night with no danger of the man coming before the woman and thereby spoiling it for her.
Woman, I knew, enjoyed immensely squeezing their pussy muscles around a man's cock indefinitely. As long as the Gock is deep inside them, they can come time and time again and continue fucking without tiring in the least.
That is precisely what happened now. Taking her cue from me, Maria ceased moving her ass around and sat still in my lap as she expanded and contracted her cunt around my pulsing tool. She obviously had not known about this "inside fuck" before, and she completely abandoned herself to this new thrill with a zeal only matched by the red-hot lust in her loins.
I began to run my fingernails up and down her willowy back, from the top of her spine all the way down the small of her back. She shuddered and frantically moved the upper part of her body from side to side. Her mouth was half-open and she was urgently cooing in a strangely exciting little girl's voice which sent shivers up and down my spine.
All of a sudden she began moving her little ass around on my stationary pole, and began pumping up and down on me, wildly, feverishly, out of her mind now with the torrid promise of pleasure boiling up in her womb.
She ran her fingers through my hair and began kissing me almost hysterically, her soft lips pressing against my eyes, my cheeks, my nose and my own lips.
I felt her hot breath like the blast of a coke furnace, and I knew I could no longer remain still inside of her. The tumultuous demands of my cock matched the imperious yearning of her pussy, and I thrust my pounding dick in and out of her with equal zeal.
She gave a high shrill cry like a wounded bird as all of her being became concentrated on that one area of intense pleasure between her thighs.
"Oh! I'm going to come! I'm going to come!" she screamed as her thin body was racked by wave after torrential wave of agonized pleasure, her hot body jerking ecstatically in my arms.
Aftet what seemed like hours her eyelids fluttered, and she opened her tear-filled eyes. She looked straight into mine, and gave me such a bright, fearless smile that I felt as if I had been suddenly transformed into a conquering hero, smiling and waving as his townsfolk cheered and waved flags and exploded firecrackers in his honor.
"I never knew it would be like that," Maria sighed, her head on my shoulder. "Why did I wait so long?"
"Now that you know what it's all about, I don't think you'll be doing much waiting from now on," I said, caressing the small of her back.
Maria slowly and almost sadly shook her head. She cupped my head in her hands.
"There'll never be another one like you," she said. "I know I'll enjoy sex after this, but it'll never be the same. But what about you? Did you enjoy it?"
I shook my head.
"But that doesn't make any difference," I said. "I didn't really expect to, with all the screwing I've been doing."
"Ooh!" Maria suddenly cried out. "What's happening to your dickie?"
We both watched in silence as my cock visibly diminished in size and slowly dropped out of Maria's freshly violated pussy. It lay limply between us, its head down and nuzzling against my balls as if in embarrassment.
"It's a miracle," Maria said in awe, hastily making the sign of the cross on her breast. Her eyes gleamed triumphantly. "I told you only a virgin sacrifice could cure you."
It seemed as though what Maria said was true, both about the miracle and the need for a virgin. And I hadn't even come! This, indeed, was a miracle. I looked at her in consternation.
"Whatever gave you the idea that only a virgin could make me go down?"
"I was sure it would work," she said simply, patting my now-quiescent cock. "After all, virgins have always been sacrificed to placate evil gods."
Just at that moment Gunther ambled into the bathroom with all his shaggy bulk and he leaped straight toward my cock. When he saw it lying limply in my lap, he looked up hopelessly from me to his mistress. Maria laughed and patted him.
"You're too late, Gunther," she said. "I'm afraid you just don't have the right equipment."
Maria led Gunther back to the front room. I followed them inside, still looking in wonderment at my soft cock. Maria had already been putting on her clothes.
"I'm really glad I was able to help you," she said gaily, "but unfortunately I won't be able to do anything if you have the same trouble again because, after all, I'm no longer a virgin, am I? But I know a lot of girls in school who would be glad to give up their cherries to such a wonderful lover."
"You're very sweet," I said, "and I want to show you my appreciation."
I took a fifty dollar bill from my wallet and gave it to her.
"Fifty dollars!" she exclaimed joyfully. "But what am I going to tell my parents? How can I explain this much money to them?"
"Tell them you won it in a school raffle," I suggested.
"That what I'll do," she said happily. She put the leash on Gunther and walked to the door. "Remember what I said about those other virgins, though I hope you won't need them."
"Me either," I said.
Once Maria and Gunther had gone I sank back down on the couch, still amazed at my good fortune. I shook my head as I thought of the wild week I had had: I had been sucked by a sword swallower; I had been kidnapped and held prisoner by three gorgeous hookers; I had watched a man pay for the privilege of being peed on; I had been practically raped by a virgin in a Catholic girl's school uniform, and had had my cock licked by her dog.
But everything I had gone through had been worth it. I couldn't wait until Norma got home and I could tell her the news. Until then I was very careful not to think of anymore sex, lest my unreliable member take it into its head to rear up and get hard again.
Finally, when Norma got home, I met her at the door and silently pointed down to my crotch. And immediately, as if obeying some perverse law of its own, my cock hardened and my pants began to swell out at a monstrous pace. I looked at Norma helplessly.
"But it was soft just a minute ago," I protested.
I recounted my afternoon to Norma, and told her how a young virgin had come to me in my darkest hour and had relieved me of my suffering.
Norma clucked her tongue sympathetically.
"Obviously the girl was right," she said. "For whatever reason, your cock demands a virgin before it'll go down. I still wish you'd see that psychiatrist who called."
"No," I said, shaking my head despondently. "I won't go to her until everything else fails."
"But be reasonable, Frank," Norma said. "You've already tried everything. What else is left?"
"There's only that wet sac that old woman brought," I said, "and that reconverted cow-milking machine. I really don't want to use either of them, but they're my last hope. And your sister's wedding is tomorrow."
Norma took a look at the two items mentioned.
"This looks like an ordinary dishrag," she said, holding up the sac. "What're you supposed to do, soak it in cold water first?"
I nodded my head, and Norma went into the bathroom and wet the rag. She gave it to me, and I shivered at its touch, for it was very cold. It was cut in the shape of a V, with three strings dangling from each corner. I tried to put it on, but I had to painfully bend my cock almost in two.
Finally, after a great deal of bending and twisting I managed to get all of my precious family jewels inside this sodden rag, but my cock was hurting something awful. I could feel it straining against its soggy fetters, and knew that, cold or not, this sac would never make my dick go down.
But even if it did it was a damned nuisance because it couldn't stay cold for long, which meant that I'd have to take a trip to the bathroom every hour or so to chill it again, and then I'd have to go through the torture of bending my cock and strapping it all over again.
My cock obviously had other ideas than being locked up inside this wet cage because it steadily reared its defiant head, and in no time at all had stretched the rag out of its original shape until it was once again standing straight out.
"It's no good," I said, shaking my head, and quickly taking off the sac.
There was nothing left but the fucking machine, but I had horrendous visions of something going wrong with it and burning my dick to a crisp. I refused to use it. Besides, the electric current would probably over-excite my dick, and it would be harder than ever.
"No," I said to Norma, "if I need a machine I'll use you. You're better than some old machine."
Norma smiled and began removing her clothes. I tried to be philosophical about my affliction as I climbed into bed with her and began banging away at her inimitable pussy. After all, I told myself, a hard-on isn't the worst thing in the world. If the other guests at the wedding reception didn't like it they wouldn't have to look at it.
CHAPTER NINE
THE PSYCHEDELIC WEDDING
When Norma and I got up the next morning she gave my cock a thorough going-over, sucking it, fucking it, sticking it up her accommodating glory-hole, and just about frigging my very balls off.
And when that failed she called for Greta, and asked her to carry on the good fight. Greta was every bit as conscientious as Norma, but my dick still wouldn't go down.
Finally it was time to go to the wedding, and I had no recourse but to go as I was. I had no difficulty when we got to the church where the wedding was to be held because I wore my topcoat inside, and as soon as I took it off I sat down in a pew and covered my stiff cock with my hat.
It was a nice wedding, but, I thought, somewhat unconventional. Instead of wearing a tux and gown, the bride and groom wore contemporary "mod" clothing.
The groom had on a velvet Edwardian suit with wide lapels and a frilly shirt, while Angie wore a short white minidress which showed her excellent legs to advantage. The blouse of this dress was cut in a wide V, revealing the shiny, smooth mounds of her titties which were not supported by a bra.
When I looked around the church I saw that most of the guests were dressed similarly. Many of them wore fringed buckskin jackets and wide Quaker hats, and a few, even, wore headbands.
"I didn't know Angie was a hippie," I whispered to Norma.
"She's only twenty-three," Norma, who was five years older, whispered back. "That's how the kids dress today."
I felt like an old fogey in my well-pressed blue pin-stripe suit, but thought to myself: to each his own. I had to admit that these kids who filled the church were certainly a colorful bunch.
Throughout the short ceremony I only had eyes for Angie, and I could feel my dick pounding beneath my hat as my eyes feasted on her voluptuous frame. I envied the man she was marrying, and almost hated him for taking her off the market-not that I ever would have gotten inside her pants, she being Norma's beloved sister.
But I became quietly frantic as I watched her taut, round buttocks quiver as she walked up the aisle, and I felt a pang of frustration as I regretted that I would never know the delights of her lovely pussy.
When the ceremony was over there were not enough cars to seat all the guests comfortably, so we had to double up with strangers in the few cars that were available.
Norma and I found ourselves squashed in the back seat of a racy psychedelic car with three longhair types. I was sitting on the right side with Norma on my lap. Next to me was an attractive being with long blonde hair, and I confess I couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl.
Sitting next to this androgynous creature was an obvious male with a full black beard and long stringy hair. Sitting on his lap was a tall, skinny being with short hair-again, I couldn't tell if this was a boy or a girl. I assumed from the way she had her arm around her bearded companion and he had his hand beneath her blouse that she was a girl, but I really couldn't tell with these people.
"How'd you like the wedding, Pop?" the creature beside me asked.
I didn't like that "Pop" business, but I was thrown together with these strange people on a joyous social occasion, so tried to be friendly.
"It was very nice," I answered. "A nice ceremony."
"You friends of the groom?"
"Angie is my wife's sister," I said. "This is my wife, Norma."
"So you're related to Angie," the creature said. She laughed. "You must really be a happy family." At this, she laughed again, and was joined by the others in the car. "Whatcha think, Rory?" she asked the bearded man beside her. "They must really be a happy family, huh?"
"Oh, yes," Rory answered, "as happy as we're all gonna be later."
"Then we'll all be a happy family," the youth on Rory's lap said.
For some reason they all found this funny, and began laughing and whooping and hollering and slapping each other on the back. The girl sitting on Rory's lap reached down between her legs and put her hand on Rory's crotch.
"I've got my own happy family right here," she said, "but I won't mind sharing it with everybody else."
"That's sure nice of you, Diane," said the youth beside me, running her hand along the inside of her leg, "'cause I'm sure a poor l'il orphan girl and my lonesome pussy sure needs company bad."
"Dontcha worry your head about that," said Diane, still massaging black beard's crotch. "Once the run starts you'll have more cocks than you can eat."
"You want to bet?" the girl next to me asked with a sly wink. She and Diane laughed again. Then she looked at me sideways with an appraising glance. "How about it, mister? From just looking at me, do you think I could ever get enough cock? But who knows? Maybe all I need is one good prick like yours ramming my restless pussy, and I'd be all right. What do you think about that?"
I was sure she was making fun of me. From her tone of voice it was obvious she didn't think I had any kind of cock at all. I resented this inference, and in a reckless moment of bravado I shifted Norma's weight on my lap so that my hard pecker was free.
"You might be kidding, young lady," I said icily, "but if ever you get a taste of this you might never want any other cock again."
The girl looked down at my groin, and her eyes opened wide in amazement.
"Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "Will you take a look at this guy's prick? What've you got in those pants, mister-a broom handle? If that's the real thing, I take back everything I just said."
"You can test it if you like," I offered modestly.
The girl squinted her eyes and looked at me like I was some kind of nut. Then she gingerly reached out a hand and stroked the length of my cock. She caught her breath and a visible tremor ran through her body. Then she slowly looked up at Norma with tremendously increased respect.
"Lady, you must be some happy woman," she said in a hushed voice. "And Angie's sister, too? Man, what I'd give to be a part of your family!"
Norma smiled.
"Oh, we do all right," she said.
"Do all right?" the girl repeated, astonished. "Lady, with a stud like that in the house I'd be doing much more than just all right. I'd be swinging from his balls like it was a bell-ringing chandelier. I'd stuff that juicy joint in every hole it would fit-and I'd make 'em all fit. I'd....."
"Come off it, Patty," said Rory. "You can go on all day about a stiff prick. Stop carrying on so. Maybe if you're nice to him, the gentleman might let you know what it's like to have that prick jammed up inside you. That is, if his wife doesn't mind."
Patty looked from Norma to me with wide, eager eyes.
"Is that possible?" she asked, as if she didn't dare believe the answer.
"As far as I'm concerned you're free to do as you like," said Norma pleasantly. "He's been giving my poor pussy a workout, I can tell you."
The girl didn't say anything as she waited for me to react.
"I wouldn't mind accommodating you," I said, "but I doubt if well have either the time or the opportunity."
"You'll have plenty of both," Rory said, and everyone laughed again.
At this point, Patty relaxed. She sat back in her seat and closed her eyes, a beatific expression on her face, obviously dreaming of my battering ram storming her genital gates.
But I couldn't understand why they all laughed so much. And why did that boy Rory say we'd have the time and the opportunity to indulge Patty's desires? We were on our way to a wedding reception after all, and that seemed hardly an occasion for indiscriminate screwing-around.
I shrugged my shoulders at this unanswered questions. Obviously, these friends of Angie's knew more about what was going to happen than I did, so I decided to sit back and enjoy what was coming.
CHAPTER TEN
THE HAPPY FAMILY
We were driven to the ballroom of the exclusive Morrissey Hotel. It was a large, high-ceilinged hall with a polished marble dance floor. Up front, near the bandstand, were two long tables laden with food and drink.
The band was already playing when we arrived, and I was struck dumb that such a motley group of musicians playing such bizarre music were allowed to play at my sister-in-law's wedding reception. The rock music they played was loud and screechy, and the clothes they wore were beneath description: sandals, moccasins, fringed vests, wide slouch hats, headbands, velvet waistcoats-I had never before seen such a collection of weird-looking types except in photographs.
There seemed to be well over two hundred people at the reception, most of them Angie's age or younger, and, to a large extent replicas of the freaky-looking musicians on stage.
I didn't see Angie as yet, so I walked Norma over to the refreshment tables and suggested we have a glass of punch. We stood there sipping our punch and watching the bewildering scene around us when Patty, the girl who had sat beside us in the car, came over.
"Ah, I see you already got some of that punch," she said, rolling her eyes at me. "Drink up. It's good for you. Now don't forget your promise," she said slyly.
I looked down at my crotch and wondered if I'd ever forget. My pants were sticking out a good six inches and I was glad for the huge crowd because everyone was too busy to take any notice of me.
A yell went up as Angie and her husband entered. She said hello to many persons, then came directly toward Norma and me. She looked radiant, as if the reason she was so late getting to her own reception was that she and her groom had stopped off somewhere and had consecrated their marriage far from the eyes of the maddening crowd.
Angie's eyes beamed, and her chestnut hair glimmered in the light of the ballroom. She'd never looked so desirable. First she kissed Norma, then put her arms around me. As she did so I felt her suddenly jerk back. She smiled and looked down at the bulge in my pants. She took a deep breath and smiled up at me again.
"Aren't you going to kiss the bride?" she asked.
I took her in my arms and pressed my thighs to hers, my protruding dick pressing against her flat belly. I was just going to give her a brotherly kiss, but she wanted none of that. Her tongue forced my lips apart, and we kissed a long, drawn-out wet kiss that made my legs tremble and my knees weak.
"Whew!" she exhaled, finally breaking the embrace and turning to Norma. "I love my old man, but I sure wouldn't mind switching him for ol' Frank here, at least for one night."
Norma smiled. "What's mine is yours, sister," she said, and meant it.
"It sure took you long enough to say it," Angie joked. "Right now let's all have a good time. Did you have any punch yet?" Both Norma and I nodded. "Good. Waitll I get some and we'll really have a good time."
That must be some punch, I thought, if that's all we needed to have for a good time.
As Angie walked away from us I suddenly had a queer sensation, like I was coming apart and each separate part of me had its own brain and was seeing things no other part was seeing. I felt very dizzy, but pleasantly so, not like I was going to pass out, but like I was on a merry-go-round which would never stop and that I wanted to go faster and faster. I looked at Norma and the bemused expression on her face told me that she was feeling the same way.
Though my body seemed to be light, my arms and legs dangled from my body like leaden weights. Somehow I knew I could move them if
I tried, but I had no desire but to stay exactly where I was and enjoy all the pleasant sights and sounds around me.
My nose twitched as I smelled a strange odor, like the acrid smell of burning weeds. It took some seconds before I could identify it as marijuana. I had never been in a room where this was smoked before, but I knew what it was, and was surprised to find that it didn't bother me.
The noise level of the ballroom seemed to suddenly increase, and the loud music and happy chatter of guests assailed my ears, filling me with strange excitement.
Angie came back to us, leading a tall blonde boy with a maroon velvet Edwardian suit and a frilly shirt. Both their eyes were glazed and they walked as if tipsy.
"This is Tom, my new husband," she said. She put Tom's hand in Norma's, and said, "Tom, why don't you take my sister here and show her a good time? Frank's going to have a chance to dance with the bride."
Norma smiled back at me and went off with Tom. Angie put her arms around me and we began dancing. I didn't know how to dance to this funny rock music, but it made no difference because Angie and I were pressed too tightly together and we couldn't have taken more than two steps at a time without falling in our faces.
I could feel her slim body yearning toward mine beneath her clothes almost as if she had no clothes on at all. Without even thinking about it, I reached up and cupped one of her tits in my hand, her hard nipple centered in my palm, and as I squeezed my hand began to tingle as if it was having an orgasm of its own.
But it was not just my hand, but all of me that was aflame with quivering desire, as if each pore of my body was responding to her soft contours. I groaned and pressed her closer to me.
Angie reached between us and unbuttoned her blouse. I reached inside and ran my hand over her downy breast, the heat of her surging through my hand as if it were on fire.
I didn't know what was happening to me. Here I was making love to my wife's sister in the middle of a crowded ballroom, and I didn't feel in the least bit embarrassed.
I glanced around me and saw that absolutely no one cared about what anyone else did. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw, in an alcove near the bandstand, a man sitting down with his pants around his knees, while a young girl knelt before him giving him head.
I only caught a quick glance of that preposterous scene because my attention was suddenly redirected to Angie who had her hand between my legs and was stroking my cock against her belly.
"Oh, Frank, why didn't you tell me what I was missing?" she panted in my ear. "All this time and you selfishly kept this lovely prick all to yourselves. Is that any way to treat your sister-in-law?"
"I'm sorry," I said, and in that moment I was sorrier than I had ever been in my life, and I quite possibly would have shed copious tears at all the time we had wasted if a strange man hadn't come between us and pushed us apart.
He was smiling a wide, toothy grin like a Cheshire cat, and the more I looked at him with his thick handlebar mustache the more he looked like a cat.
"I've just talked to Buddha!" he shouted.
And Angie turned to him with the same shit-eating grin on her face.
"I know!" she said, taking his hands in hers and holding the four clasped hands up in an attitude of prayer. "I can see him inside you!"
I looked again at the boy, and it seemed that if I looked hard enough I could just make out the round features of a chubby Buddha, but when I looked at Angie she looked exactly the same.
"Is Buddha inside everyone?" I said. "That's it, man!" the boy said excitedly, looking at me with glowing eyes. "That's it! You're on a good trip, man."
"A good trip?"
"Yeah, man, you know what acid's all about," he said. "Just let it happen to you, give up your ego and experience rebirth. Yeah, man, you know where it's at."
"What acid?" I said.
Both Angie and he broke up in laughter.
"That's too much!" the boy said when he caught his breath. "He's so high he doesn't even know it's acid. Ha-ha. Better not let him near that punchbowl again. If he drinks any more of that electric juice he'll never come down."
These two giggling morons suddenly irritated me, and I turned my back on them and began walking way. What was all this talk about acid and electric juice and being high? How could I be high? I had only drunk one glass of punch, and hadn't smoked any of that pot at all. If Angie and her buddha-face wouldn't tell me what was going on someone else would.
But as I turned around my mind was suddenly operating in another dimension and I forgot all about Angie and the reason she had irritated me. The overhead lights in the ballroom were switched off just at that moment and weird colored lights began flashing. Then there was an intense white light which flicked on and off, and everything caught in its harsh glare looked as if it was floating underwater.
I slowly lifted my arm and watched as it was dissected by this flickering light in a million different angles, and it seemed as if my arm was composed of countless slivers of silver light.
I could hear moans and groans and gut-crunching cries of ecstasy all around me. Everywhere I looked, writhing couples were joined in attitudes of quivering lust. No matter where I turned I saw cocks and bare asses flashing in the fragmented light. The band played on and the music became louder and more frenzied and seemed to be coming from everywhere at once.
I stood in the midst of this lustful mob and I felt it was my cock that was penetrating all the spread pussies and gaping ass-holes around me. In fact I felt as if my whole body was covered by tiny pricks, and each one of them was having a crashing orgasm.
I closed my eyes and hugged my tingling body and I suddenly became my own prick. Its head was my head, its body my body, and I swear I could even smell and taste myself, and feel how it felt to thrust, head first up a steaming pussy.
My clothes became uncomfortably heavy, and I stripped them off me as fast as I could. When I was down to my birthday suit I felt much lighter and freer and thought it was silly for people to walk around enslaved by heavy clothes when they could be so much more comfortable if they were nude like I was.
Outside of my pants, my cock stood straight out and waved up and down as if it were attached to a spring, or as if it were sniffing the air for the most available hole to pile itself into. In the flickering light it looked like a hard steel rod just stamped out of a steel mill and still red-hot from the intense heat.
Right now that rod had to be cooled off, and quick, because I was my prick and was therefore imprisoned inside its hot, tight skin and needed release before I suffocated.
Right before me two round meaty buttocks stared me in the face as their owner was busy bending over a boy loudly sucking his dick. Beneath the sloping cleft of these bulbous cheeks I could see the tight, wrinkled muscles of an enticing ass-hole, and just beneath were wet juicy cunt lips being pressed between gleaming white thighs.
I moved behind this lovely behind and planted my hands firmly on each of the round, springy buttocks and with my hips guided the ridged knob of my unsupported cock to the door of this quivering pussy.
The girl didn't even look up as I braced myself and thrust my cock between her pussy lips. Her only reaction was to wriggle her ass in the air and press backwards on my waiting prong.
As my penis slid up the velvet pathway of her vagina it felt as if it were being immersed alternately in a cold than a hot bath.
I liked the feeling of this girl's vibrating pussy lips on my knob, so instead of thrusting deep inside her I pulled my cock backwards until only the head was being licked by her wet lips which washed back and forth over my knob as if they were blowing me.
The boy on the floor sounded like he was reaching an orgasm. His anguished moans filled my ears, and I was no longer sure which of us was making these agonized sounds. I could see nothing of the girl's face buried in his groin, only the back of her head, but I seemed to be able to see through her-hair, skull, braids, skin-and see her lips and the cock between them as a separate entity belonging only to itself, chugging away like a broom handle pumping a suction cup.
The boy raised up on his hands and looked directly into my eyes and I suddenly became him looking at me looking at him, and I could feel the rumbling of the volcano in his loins as his white lava churned and bubbled in a steamy caldron which was about to explode and eject that boiling white liquid past those sucking female lips and into her grateful mouth.
The girl continued pushing back on my tool, but I ceased to move, so astounded was I to find myself becoming this boy, and feeling exactly what he was feeling.
The boy's mouth hung open and he made a grimace as if he were in the greatest pain. His ass was so completely off the ground and he moved his thighs around in a wide, graceful arc, his dick ravenous now and greedy for those succulent young lips that gripped it in their wet embrace.
He clenched his eyes shut and so did I, and I followed him inside his head and saw a fantastic gallery of incredibly beautiful women, each with a fat juicy dick in her mouth, and each mouth sucking differently, some with their juicy lips barely covering the cockhead, darting the tips of their tongues around the pisshole; while others stuffed as much cock down their throats as they could; and still others slid back and forth on their impaled shafts as if their lips were pussies.
Just then all the men screamed together at the same time, and I opened my eyes and saw the boy stiffen and throw his head back and give a scream that came all the way from his balls. His body began shaking uncontrollably, and he uttered little yelping cries as his cock was sucked dry and his nuts were released from their torment.
Then the girl reached back and took my pole out of her pussy and stuck it up her ass-hole and pushed backwards, her plump buttocks shaking like a plum pudding as they surrounded and completely hid my dick.
She reached down between her thighs and rubbed her hand around the mouth of her fired-up pussy and began moaning and thrusting her ass-hole up and down on my cock and I could feel her joy mount beneath her stomach and her womb feeling like it was being brushed by a feather and how her sobs came from deep within her and how she sounded like she was giving birth.
I felt as she felt, how good it was to have both her holes attended to, and how the lining of her ass-hole stretched over my oiled cock like a thin rubber skin and how each time I pushed deep inside her she could feel it in her cunt and how her mouth was sweet and watery from the taste of cock and how her lips were still making sucking sounds as though they still had a prick between them.
She started to come and it was like she was having orgasms in her ass and her pussy all at once, as if the walls between these two openings had broken down and they shared each other's joys. And the muscles of her ass-hole squeezed and released my cock just like her inner cunt lips were doing on her fingers.
She fell forward on her hands and my cock popped out of her. She didn't move and I didn't want to disturb her. I walked away from her, smiling to myself because I had seemed to make her so happy.
My member still stuck out before me like a bent flagpole but I no longer cared how hard it stayed. It was getting to see the world for free; why should I complain?
Just then a tiny little girl ran up to me with a can of whipped cream. She had the round elfin face of a fourteen-year-old, but her miniature body, though obviously young, was no longer innocent. Her tits started far down her chest and gently sloped down and around to form succulent fresh peaches which made my mouth water.
"Oh." she simpered, when she got a look at my super-erect cock. "I've just been squirting this whipped cream on everything I could find, then licking it all off because I just love whipped cream, and your beautiful cock would taste so good with it."
She pointed the can and squirted the thick white cream all over my dick, from balls to knob, then dropped to her knees and began licking it off. At first I didn't even feel her tongue as she licked off the outer edges of the cream and took her time about getting down to the main course.
The ballroom seemed to be thumping to the beat of all the lusting bodies joined together in every conceivable position of fucking and sucking. My eyes glanced at the bandstand, and I saw someone kneeling before the guitar player and eating him off as he played a weird tune in a high register as if it was his guitar that was being fucked. The bass player was cornholing a young girl who was jamming a flute in and out of her cunt. The piano player was playing with only one hand as his other hand slid back and forth over his stiff cock.
I had never seen anything like this before, and I was happier than I had ever been to be a part of such a free scene where people fucked if they felt like it and nobody was uptight. I knew my hard cock would again be a problem tomorrow, but right now I was glad it was hard and could satisfy all these young ladies and be introduced to such generous pussies and mouths.
The tiny girl kneeling before me had methodically licked all around my creamed dick, and had left just a thin layer of whipped cream covering it. She looked up at me and her lips were white.
"Now for my favorite dish," she said, licking her lips. "Cock a la creme."
She bent over again and opened her mouth in a wide O and put her lips over the tip of my knob and slid them straight down my shaft until they were smack up against my balls. Then with a loud slurping noise she sucked her way steadily back up and swallowed and made a satisfied sound before she began sucking on my unadorned cock in earnest.
Just like with the couple before I could feel this girl's delight as her lips closed around my cock and her tongue washed back and forth over it, and how her teeth raked along the top, and how satisfied it felt to have all of me inside her at once, and I wondered if her pussy would taste as good to me as my cock did to her.
I slowly dropped to my knees. The girl's mouth stayed glued to my prick. I reached behind her and grabbed her ass and pulled it toward my head. She understood. She swung one leg over my body as I lay down on my back and lowered her ass to my face. I reached up and parted her small, muscular buttocks and saw the prettiest little ass-hole. As her mouth whirled away on my cock I licked around her tiny bunghole and stuck a finger up her pussy. My finger felt like it had become a cock and like a cock it went searching up her vagina for those hidden pleasures which only a cock can reveal.
My finger must have felt like a prick to her, too, because she started fucking it as if it were.
I inhaled her tart pussy-odor while I tickled her anus with my tongue. I caught a couple of her pussy hairs in my teeth and gently tugged at them. I pressed my tongue firmly against her ass-hole and pushed, but my tongue was not as stiff as my cock and could make little headway with this tiny hole, so I contented myself with darting my tongue in and out of the smooth little hole. Then I licked the space between the two holes, my wet tongue brushing first one, then the other. I thrust my finger up her cunt as far as it would go and heard her cry out and press down harder on my surrogate joint.
I slowly withdrew my finger which dripped with her cunt-juices and stuck it up her ass-hole as I lowered my tongue to her pussy lips which parted at my touch. My tongue slid inside her pussy and I was at a banquet at which the most delicious foods were being put in my mouth and the combined taste of all these delicacies was like nothing I had ever tasted before. I sucked on her sweet pussy-lips and felt as though I had always had these lips joined to mine, and I kissed and caressed them as though I could never get enough of them.
One of her tiny hands cupped and squeezed my nuts while the other firmly held my prong and pulled down on the taut, vein-lined skin as if she were smoothing out the wrinkles and shaping this cylindrical pussy-pounder to fit her O-shaped lips.
Having my cock sucked while eating such delicious young pussy was an exquisite treat which filled my imaginative head with multi-colored shooting stars and filled my ears with the savage booming of jungle drums. My body vibrated and sang in this pulsing, pounding, pussy-free world.
Loud cries erupted somewhere near me. I heard a thumping sound as of bare running feet, then a sharp plop like a heavy object falling in water. Then there were loud cheers, or, sometimes, cries of disappointment.
A large crowd was gathered in a circle in the center of the rocking ballroom, but I couldn't see what was happening. All I could see were many naked asses lined up cheek to cheek, both male and female buttocks quivering in unison.
I felt my prick released by the tiny girl's sucking mouth. She, too, was watching the noisy crowd.
"What's going on?" I asked her, looking at her over her trim little ass.
"They're probably playing cock-in-the-box," she answered, still licking her lips.
"What's that?"
In answer she removed her cunt from my face and stood up. She took me by the hand and we walked over to the outer edges of the crowd. I had to stand on tiptoe to see what was going on in the clearing in the center.
I had never seen anything like it. At one end of the cleared circle was a girl who was bent over, her hands on her knees for support, and her fanny sticking up in the air. Standing several feet behind her was a boy with his hard prick in his hand. He took careful aim at her pussy, then sddenly ran forward and tried to ram his cock up her cunt in one lunge. If he was successful he moved farther back, then repeated the process. As soon as he failed, and his cock either went below her pussy or got snagged in her ass-hole, he was replaced by another boy who believed he had a better aim.
Sometimes the target-pussy was chafed and sore from so many dicks smacking into it, and the girl was willingly replaced by another, who enthusiastically bent over in her place, and awaited the next shot from the next sharpshooter.
Right now a boy with long blonde hair and a Kit Carson beard and mustache held his hard rod and took careful aim at the upturned pussy of a tall, long-legged girl from about six feet away. The crowd was still now as he measured his slanting target with narrowed eyes, then gracefully ran forward on the balls of his feet and shoved his obedient tool straight up the girl's pussy. The girl uttered a sharp cry and almost keeled over as the cock rammed past her cunt-lips and struck home.
A great cheer rang out at the boy's accurate marksmanship. He smiled and waved his hands in acknowledgement of the crowd's adulation, then took his place behind the girl again, this time a little farther back.
Cock-in-the-box, I said to myself. Why hadn't I seen this game before? Where had I been all this time while these young people were inventing such fun games?
I wandered away from the edge of the crowd because I was suddenly intolerably thirsty. I went over to one of the refreshment tables and found an unopened bottle of champagne. While I was working my thumb around the edges of the cork Angie suddenly appeared at my side. I had never seen her completely nude before-though I had imagined it often enough-and I marveled at her enticing, seductive body.
Her breasts were just as I had imagined them: like huge, ripe berries, juicy and soft to the touch. Her waist was slender and the slight mound of her almost-flat stomach was studded with a deep, convoluted navel that looked like an extra pussy. Her stomach flared out gradually to wide hips protected by prominent pelvic bones.
Ensconced at the pit of her smooth, pink thighs was the most delectable rose-bush exactly the color of her burnished bronze hair.
Noting the upsetting effect her slender, well-proportioned body had on me, Angie put her hands on her hips and gyrated her ass in a wide circle, a slight smile on her face and her tongue trailing over the edge of her lower lip.
"Well, brother-in-law," she said, "it looks like we both had the same idea." I started to put down the champagne bottle, no longer concerned with my thirst, but Angie took it from me. "There's plenty of time," she said, her eyes sparkling. "Let's quench our thirst first."
Still moving her hips around and keeping her eyes fastened on mine, she continued working on the champagne cork. She pointed the bottle away from me and gave a final push to the cork, which shot away in the air with a sharp pop. The champagne foamed and bubbled over the top of the bottle.
"We don't want to lose any of this," Angie said, and, before my amazed eyes, she sank to the floor and lay back, her long legs scissoring the air. She held up the bottle between her thighs as if it were a giant dick, and put the bottle to her thirsty cunt-lips. I watched, fascinated, as the champagne left the bottle and flowed into her beautiful cunt with frothy gurgling sounds, as if her pussy were indeed dying of thirst.
Then she put the bottle down, and, with her hands and feet flat on the floor, she raised her ass up in the air so the champagne wouldn't spill out.
"What're you waiting for, brother-in-law?" she asked tauntingly. "Drink up!"
I didn't need a second invitation. My mouth was very dry and I couldn't think of anything I wanted more than to fasten it to those pretty cunt-lips glistening before me.
I dropped to my hands and knees and approached her overflowing pussy like a hunter sure of his bushy prey. My hands felt like they were going to melt when I touched Angie's feverish thighs. When I tentatively stuck out my tongue and began licking the inside of those pink, healthy thighs I felt my hard knob pounding and, if it were possible, expanding a couple of notches.
Angie's skin was so soft and yet so hot that my excited tongue began lapping around her thighs in ever-widening circles until it brushed against the taut tendons where her long legs joined her torso. I licked up and down these tendons, and felt them stretch almost to the breaking point as Angie squirmed beneath me.
Then I put my hungry lips to the moist petals of her rosy pussy and got my first taste of the champagne which was stored in her venereal wine-cellar.
"Oh, baby!" Angie cooed, pushing her beaver in my face. "Don't tease me like that. Stuff that lovely tongue in my pussy and squeeze me dry!"
I parted her cunt-lips with my thumbs and slid my tongue inside. With my lips pressed smack up against hers and my tongue slithering in and out, I greedily sucked on her pussy and quenched my insatiable thirst on the funky ambrosia that flowed copiously into my mouth. The heady mixture of the champagne and Angie's cunt-juices made me delirious and I sucked on those beautiful pussy-lips as if I would drain every last drop of liquid from her exciting body.
Angie furiously jerked her ass up and down, her white-hot pussy capturing my lapping tongue and holding it a willing prisoner in the champagne-soaked corridor to her womb.
"Oh, shit!" she screamed. "Fuck me with your tongue, baby, oh yes, fill my overflowing pussy with that wet tool! Oh, it feels so good, so good!"
I must have been getting high already on the champagne I had drunk from Angie's unstoppered love-chasm because I no longer knew where I was, or who I was with. All I could think of was this lovely pussy in my mouth. My never-soft cock was standing straight out in front of me, and I could feel the huge veins throbbing in my overheated tool, but I knew if my impatient dick didn't find relief soon it would become so hard and brittle that the slightest touch would break it in two.
I raised up and grabbed my protruding member in my hand. Angie looked up with astonishment when she saw my huge member pointing straight at her gaping pussy.
"Oh, baby, are you going to stick all of that monster in me? Oh, move up here and let me feel it!" she cried, reaching out her hand.
I moved up her body and cupped her slightly pendulous pink breasts in my hands as I felt her hand on my cock. I eagerly stuffed one tit in my mouth while continuing to fondle the other with my hand. I ran the tip of my tongue over her hard-rubber nipple and sucked on this mouth-watering fruit like a milk-starved baby.
Angie grasped my swollen dick and rubbed the rosy knob around her slurping pussy-lips, and I felt my knob glow from the tender ministrations of these delicate petals.
I closed my eyes and the combined heat of our tortured bodies flooded my head with the most vivid hues of red imaginable. Angie's body was a bright scarlet blur writhing and squirming beneath the exploding crimson of my own. My hot nuts strained against the thick blood-red skin of my scrotum. The intense pink of Angie's swollen labia seemed as if they were being illuminated by tiny pink light bulbs imbedded deep inside the magenta gateway to her hollow purple womb.
Angie pulled my head off of her plump tasty breasts, and I began kissing my way up the narrow cleft between her tits, the sloping hollow of her collarbones, up her long, slender neck upon which thick veins were violently pounding. I raised the flowing tresses of her silky chestnut hair from the nape of her neck and ran my tongue over the bared surface and up behind the delicate padded tissue of her whitish-pink earlobes.
I jerked forward and my cock thrust past Angie's grasping hand and straight up her cunt as something was suddenly shoved up my startled ass-hole with tremendous force.
Norma, my wife and Angie's sister, stood behind me grinning. Around her waist was strapped a leather belt studded with little brown nipples to which was attached a huge, life-size glistening artificial penis made out of slippery, black hard-leather, sculpted in such detail that the smallest wrinkles and ridges and thick veins and cleft of the puffy knob were visible. It was this shiny black implement she was cramming up my ass-hole as she squatted behind me and straddled both Angie and I.
"Darling! Angie!" she cried. "What I've always dreamed of: buggering my husband as he was fucking my beloved sister. I knew it would happen some day!"
"Oh, darling Norma!" Angie said, reaching behind me and clasping Norma's hand. "I never knew if you'd forgive me for sharing your husband's brute of a cock. I always dreamed about that juicy licorice stick deep inside me where no one else has ever been, and I knew one day it would happen and it would be right for all of us. I just knew the LSD in the punch would bring us all together."
LSD. Acid. So that's what those kids had been talking about: they had put LSD in the punch. That's why everything was so strange to me. It felt so natural, as if it weren't a drug at all, but another, more sensitive part of my body.
With Norma grinding away at my buttocks and Angie with my cock plowed up her pussy I felt that the three of us were the main interlocking parts of a human fucking machine. Or that I was the meat in a human sex sandwich mashed between two slices of cunt.
The artificial penis buried in my rectum seemed like an inner extension of my own cock, as if it began somewhere deep inside my stomach, rather than rising, mermaid-like, from my balls. I knew of men cornholing other men, and I enjoyed sticking my peter up a tight female ass-hole from time to time, but I never dreamed that one day I would find myself buggered-and by my own wife. It was then that I understood why women lend their tempting ass-holes to such uses, for it was far from being an unpleasant sensation, for, as I said, it felt like an extension of my own prick rather than an extraneous instrument.
But my real cock was sheltered in the far-from-cooling shade of Angie's marvelous pussy. Sliding in and out of her grasping cunt, my cock felt as if it were sliding down a deep blue velvet pathway lined with bright red trees filled to bursting with delicious pink cherry blossoms.
Inside Angie I felt like a snake writhing around in a moist patch of warm earth. Then a stud bull ramming home his love.
I was all the men in all the world making love to all the women since time began. I was the lover turned father, brother and son. Joined to her womb, I was born of it.
I closed my eyes and was fucking an Indian princess in a magnificent palace. Then an Elizabethan courtier penetrating a lady-in-waiting, her stiff hooped dress flung up around her neck. Then I was a savage Cossack raping a Russian countess in a troika, rushing toward the Steppes at breakneck speed.
Oh, yes, the universal fuck, the fuck eternal, the fuck of stars, the fuck of planets, the fuck of shooting comets racing together across the fucking sky.
I had never felt like this before in my life. Whether it was the LSD I had mistakenly taken, or whether it was my being ass-fucked while my dick was plowing a pussy that was the epitome of all my dreams, I don't know. But my dick never felt as it did then: a terrible flaming sword still shining from the heat of battle.
I felt my knees grow weak as Norma suddenly withdrew her life-like artificial penis from my ass-hole.
"Move over, husband of mine," she said, raising me up off of Angie, and unstrapping the bogus dick between her thighs. "I'm going to do something I've always wanted to do."
With my lips still pressed to Angie's I moved to the side as my wife knelt before Angie and began lapping up her tasty pussy. I grabbed a handful of Norma's ass and began kneading the soft textured skin. Then my hand explored the deep cleft between her buttocks, and came to rest on her wet pussy-lips. I shoved my finger up her cunt and could feel the muscles squeeze down hard on it.
Angie went into shrill ecstacies when she felt her sister's tongue inside her. She reached up and grabbed my cock, tightening her hand around the thick shaft and I could clearly feel the imprint of each finger as it pressed downward on my throbbing dick. Her hand was just below the knob, and she pulled the foreskin back and forth over this cherry-red cockhead, milking it of the clear slippery pre-come which she smeared on her hand so she could slide up and down my prick with greater ease.
While I was finger-fucking Norma, my other arm was cradling Angie's neck and my hand was busy with her left breast, my tireless fingers squeezing the tender pink flesh as I lightly rubbed the tip of my thumb back and forth across her sensitive nipple.
Angie was wildly pumping her ass up and down to the torrid beat of her sister's tongue-strokes, and made little yelping cries as she rapidly jerked my foreskin back and forth over my knob. She licked around my tongue as if it were my cock, and I was sure that's what she was dreaming she had in her mouth, so I knelt at her side so that my cock hovered just above her mouth. In order to do this, and still continue jerking off Norma, I tugged at Norma's pussy and pulled her ass toward me, so that we were both on our knees side by side as we serviced Angie.
Angie opened her eyes to see why I had stopped kissing her. She saw that my cock was just within reach of her mouth, and she turned her head to the side and swooped down on it like a starving orphan with a delectable morsel offered her. Her teeth scraped against the soft belly of my dick where the knob joins the shaft and her lips encircled my knob like a tight-fitting sheath. She held just the cockhead in her mouth, sucking on it deeply, working her voracious tongue over the tip and in and out of my pisshole.
I hadn't creamed all night and I guess I would have been worried if I didn't feel the familiar sensation building up in my prick now. I was grinding away at Angie's grateful mouth almost as if I was challenging it to empty my boiling nuts of their hot come. My throbbing joint was a white blur as it moved in and out of her mouth. I shoved it deep down her throat and felt her tonsils tickling my knob.
At that moment I had no idea what was going on in the rest of the ballroom. I felt rather than saw that almost all the guests had fucked themselves into a state of bleary stupefaction, and were lying about in weary abandon.
I did notice that there was no longer any music coming from the stage, and in my mind's eye I saw the weird hippie musicians as wrung-out and exhausted as most of the guests, their once-blaring instruments coated with thick layers of white come.
I shoved my middle finger deep inside
Norma's cunt and stuck my thumb past the convoluted muscles of her anus and up her ass-hole. The muscular tissue between her cunt and her ass-hole was so thin that I could feel my fingers meet when I pinched them together. Norma's excitement as she ate her sister communicated itself to my fingers which felt like a sensitive two-pronged cock that was filling both holes at the same time.
I don't know who came first, but this ultimate thrill began in one of us and was instantaneously communicated to the others, so that it seemed as though we all three came at the same time.
All I know is that Norma pushed back on my churning fingers and her cunt-juices poured over them as she gave a squeal like a stuck pig. Angie arched her back and pushed her ass up off the floor, her pussy impaled on Norma's tongue, as her body stiffened in painful ecstasy.
Angie gasped and tears streamed from her eyes and down her cheeks as a thin continuous stream of semen shot out of my cock like a cannon, knocking her head backwards. She thirstily gulped down my white-hot come until my knees weakened beneath me and I thought my prick would fall off.
I fell over on my side, my prick falling out of Angie's white-trimmed mouth and still jerking upwards as little drops of come continued dribbling out of the pisshole and running down the sides of my pulsing knob.
Norma collapsed between Angie's legs and lay there as if she would never get up again, while Angie had her eyes clenched tight and was rolling her head from side to side, caught up in some wild dream of ecstasy I could only guess at.
That was when Tom, her tall blonde husband, came over to us. He smiled down at us.
"I see we're all going to happy together," he said. "A family that lays together stays together."
"Oh, Tom," Angie said, holding out her hands to him. "I'm so sorry you missed this. It was so beautiful! My sister and brother-in-law were so good to me."
"Well," Tom said, lasciviously eyeing Norma's taut, smooth body and noting the fantastic resemblance to his own wife's body, "maybe we can all get together again sometime."
I felt happier than I ever had in my life, as if I had just been baptized in the holy waters of unrestrained passion. The effects of the LSD were wearing off and Norma and I prepared to leave, but I would never forget this happy scene. I still had my indomitable hard-on, and I knew that tomorrow I would have to continue my search for a cure, but for now I was happy.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
DOLLY'S DESIRES
For some reason I couldn't go to sleep as I got home, in contrast to Norma who dropped right off as soon as her head hit the pillow. To while away the time I went into the library and took down one of the books I had recently bought but had not had the chance to read. It was perhaps a foolish thing to do because it was one of the randiest books I had ever read and I was sure my dick would never get soft if I continued reading it, but it was too good to put down. It was called: The World's Most Desirable Woman.
Dolly Hester leaned up on her red satin pillows and sleepily licked her lush fulsome lips as she inspected the uncovered cocks of her male staff lined up beside her canopied four-poster. Although Dolly normally began her day this way, by sucking one of the many pulsing pricks laid out for her inspection, today was a very special day and she deliberated carefully over her choice.
The first cock to present itself for her appraisal was the swarthy, medium-sized, pointed prick of Angelo, her gardener, who stood at respectful attention as if unconcerned with the outcome of this morning ritual. In reality, Angelo's dick was always hard at this time of day, and he was invariably disappointed when his mistress chose to wrap her lovely red lips around a cock other than his.
Next in line came Delsey, the butler. His was a small, very white penis which looked more like a rubber replica than a living organ. But, small though his tool was, Delsey had once been told by Dolly that his was the sweetest tasting of all.
Dolly's favorite cock for the past couple of weeks was the huge dangling monster next in line belonging to Forbes, the chauffeur. The English were said to be a cold, distant people, but there was nothing cold and distant about Forbes' gigantic member. Dolly had sucked it, fucked it, and had it rammed up her pert little ass-hole, and each time she had worked it to a climax she had felt the come filling her hole like a flood of white-hot lava.
The fourth and last prick in line belonged to Carlos, the Mexican handyman with the gleaming white teeth and wide handle-bar mustache. His joint was of average size, but was very dark with purplish veins and could stay hard for hours on end, especially if Carlos had been smoking some of that marijuana his relatives sent him from Mexico.
This time Dolly was having a difficult time making her choice. She would have liked to gorge herself on each and every one of the beautiful tools so precisely lined up for her inspection but she had a lot to do before the ceremonies this afternoon. Finally she reached out and firmly took hold of Angelo's pointed prick and drew it to her, dismissing the other men with an airy wave of her other hand.
Left alone with Angelo, Dolly swung her long lithe legs to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed, her nude body fully uncovered by the bedsheets now. She smiled as she heard Angelo gasp when he saw the ripe fullness of her creamy-white body, Dolly's body was probably the best-known and most-desired female body in the history of the world. Photographs of it had appeared all over the world, and huge life-size posters of it had made a fortune for those enterprising businessmen who had first thought of the idea.
Her ivory-white breasts with the hard brown nipples were perfect, neither too large nor too small, but just the right size to fit an average man's hand. Her small stomach was flat but soft, sloping gradually to her prominent mound of Venus which was covered by a perfect triangle of gleaming golden hair guarding the entrance way to her all-devouring womb. Her delicate pink cunt lips were always moist and slightly parted as befitted a woman who had her choice of all the cocks in the world and who frequently availed herself of that choice. Her plump round buttocks were two raised mounds of succulent white flesh begging to be kneaded in a man's hands. Her wide thighs were smooth, hairless invitations to undreamed-of ecstasies.
Feeling Angelo's penis throb in her long shapely fingers Dolly leaned forward and placed her moist lips around his thick red knob. She sighed pleasurably and her mouth started watering as her taste-buds became activated by the taste of this beautiful prick in her mouth. She squeezed hard on the thick shaft as she licked the underside of the juicy knob.
Dolly crossed her smooth shapely legs and squeezed her thighs together as she felt her pussy heat and overflow with her juices. She knew that Angelo would be only too happy to stick his fingers or his tongue up that delectable little hole of hers, but one rule she stuck to when sucking a cock was not to let the man touch her and distract her from her pleasant task-at least, not in the morning on an empty stomach.
So now she ground her lovely thighs together and felt her pretty little clit harden and thrill her as she opened her mouth wider and moved her lips down Angelo's shaft, feeling his round fattened knob tickling her throat, making her frantic to take all of him inside her. She worked her mouth up and down his delicious joint in slow steady strokes, loving the taste of him, wanting nothing more now than to have his cock inside her mouth like that for the rest of her life.
Angelo was going crazy now. Holding onto the sides of Dolly's blonde head he moved his hips around in a fast, furious circle and pumped his prick in and out of her mouth like it was her pussy, his swollen nuts boiling with the white-hot come which would soon shoot out from the head of his prick like a steaming geyser.
Dolly uncrossed her legs and moved her hand down to her over-heated pussy. She groaned as she rubbed her fingers up and down her juicy slit and felt her fingers tingle to the touch of her wet pussy-lips.
Her busy mouth was filled with the sweet taste of the pre-come pouring out of Angelo's pulsing penis, and she licked around the edges of his gaping pee-hole as if it were an intoxicating white wine.
Then she lightly clamped her white teeth around his cockhead, and held it fast in her mouth as she deliriously sucked on his pole.
She reached inside Angelo's fly and cupped her hot hands around his hairy nuts, squeezing them and rolling them together, the friction causing Angelo to thrust his dick far down her throat with quick pulsing thrusts.
Dolly felt Angelo's pounding prick bulge in her mouth, and she knew he was about to come. Squeezing his furry balls in one hand, she harshly rubbed her rock-hard clit with the fingers of her other hand, her smooth round buttocks squirming around on the red satin sheets as she felt her pussy aching to be released from its joyful torment.
"Ohhh!" Angelo screamed out as his throbbing cock jerked fitfully in Dolly's mouth.
Dolly felt the first blast of Angelo's come explode at the back of her throat and she hungrily sucked on his joint and deliriously gulped down the delicious white cream he offered her.
Just then she felt her womb explode like a box of fire crakers, and she screamed out as her clit lit up like a light bulb and sent wave after racking wave of pleasure running through her thrilled body.
She fell back on the bed, her eyes closed and her hand still on her satisfied pussy, absently licking her lips where Angelo's tasty cock had just been. She opened her eyes to find Angelo kneeling on the floor before her, his well-used cock lying limply out of his fly and his head bowed as if in prayer. Dolly leaned up and patted him on the head.
"Thank you, Angelo," she said dreamingly. "Now would you go tell Maria to bring me my coffee." She smiled. "No cream."
Angelo looked up with gratitude shining in his eyes. He took Dolly's hand and kissed the back of it.
"Si, senora," he murmured, slowly rising to his feet, and putting his cock back inside his pants. He almost seemed to float as he left the room.
Dolly stretched out on her huge, canopied bed and sighed luxuriously. What a breakfast that had been. She was glad she had chosen Angelo today. Wow, had she been hungry!
What a pleasure it was to be rich and beautiful and to be able to afford one's slightest whim. Dolly had surrounded herself with a staff-both male and female-who were only too happy to satisfy their mistress' desires.
Dolly smiled to herself as she thought about the great events which would take place later that day. She would have her day at last, she, Dolly Hester, would show the world-and this town, in particular-how great she had become.
It was almost five years ago to the day that Dolly and her young husband had been kicked out of this same town. It was also, coincidentally, the beginning of Dolly's fame.
Her husband, Jerry, was a confirmed nudist when Dolly had married him and she had naturally gone with him when he had taken his vacations at a nearby nudist resort. It was to be expected that there was a lot of illicit sex going on with all those bared cocks and pussies and suntanned titties on parade, and Dolly guessed that Jerry was getting his share of all this free sex. That's why she had no qualms about getting her own share once the opportunity arose.
There was a tall muscular blonde man whom Dolly had frequently seen tanning himself by the pool at this resort. He frequently smiled at Dolly, and she could see that he was attracted to her by the way his healthy-looking penis jumped whenever he glanced in her direction. Dolly liked the look of him and wondered when and if he was going to make his play for her, but as she was usually in the company of her husband she knew this blonde stranger didn't have much of a chance to get her alone.
Then one day Jerry decided to join several couples who were going on a picnic in the forest, and Dolly told him she had a headache and would stay behind. As soon as Jerry had left Dolly went down to the pool, hoping to see her blonde stranger. Her cunt began twitching when she saw him at the usual place by the side of the pool. Dolly went straight up to him and sat beside him facing the pool. His eyes lit up when he saw her and he slowly looked her up and down with an appraising glance, obviously delighted to view her ample physical charms from close-up.
"Hello," he said in a deep masculine voice. "I've been wanting to talk to you, but I haven't had the chance. My name's Ronald.
"I'm Dolly," Dolly said, smiling and tightly crossing her legs. Oh, how her cunt was twitching now! "What did you want to talk about?"
Ronald leaned toward her and Dolly felt dizzy with him so near her.
"Oh, I think we have lots to talk about," he whispered conspiratorially, "only I don't think this is the right place."
"Have you any better ideas?" Dolly asked, hoping he had.
"My cottage isn't very far away," he said, looking straight into Dolly's eyes, "and my wife, like your husband, is away for the afternoon."
Dolly was flattered that Ronald had kept an eye on her husband's whereabouts, and she did not protest when he took her by the hand and helped her to her feet. He led the way. Dolly walked beside him, her lovely young breasts heaving fitfully in anticipation of their "talk" together. They passed several cottages and Ronald stopped at one and opened the door. They went inside. Ronald closed the door behind them, and immediately swept Dolly up in his arms. She thought she would faint when she felt his hard cock pressing against her stomach. He kissed her and she moaned as his hot tongue met hers and seemed to fill her mouth. She reached down between his legs and grasped his swollen joint in her hand. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand and twiddled the hard brown nipple between thumb and forefinger, and Dolly groaned as her need for him became a demanding ache between her legs. Her luscious body, already warm from the sun, felt fever-hot with her yearning for him.
Dolly rubbed the soft contours of his uncircumcised prick and guided the sloping cockhead to the moist entrance of her vagina, rubbing it up and down the length of her vertical lips, feeling her knees grow weak when his knob touched her taut clitoris.
Without a word Ronald reached behind her and, grabbing her by her soft billowy buttocks, lifted her into the air. She spread her smooth tanned legs and gripped them around the small of his back. Still holding his thick rod in her hand she shoved it up her pussy and thrust her hips forward, a loud grunt escaping her open mouth as she felt his tool strike deep in her womb. She threw her blonde head back and thrust forward with all her might until his hairy balls were smack up against her snatch and she could take no more of him inside her.
Oh, it was too good to be true! This marvelous stranger was giving her the fuck of her life. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and closed her eyes and let herself be transported far away as his hard member slipped and slid and thrust in and out of her, her pliant pussy lips expanding and contracting around his incredibly satisfying cock.
Before she even knew what was happening Dolly began coming. She shuddered and uttered little yelping cries as her pussy grew hot then cold and the tormenting pleasure in her womb traveled through' her perspiring body and enveloped her in a glowing sheath of joy.
She opened her eyes and saw Ronald smiling at her. He did not seem at all put out that she had come so soon. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it as much as her. He gently let her down to her feet, then turned her around and pushed down on her back so that she had to bend over.
Dolly gasped and her eyes began watering when she felt Ronald's huge prick ramming her in her tiny ass-hole. She had never been fucked in the ass before and she never knew it would hurt so much. But, it felt so good! It was a sensation she had never felt before, as if her whole body were stuffed with his demanding cock. She wanted to cry out as she felt his stiff meat slipping and sliding out of her.
For just a split second Dolly felt embarrassed because with him inside her she felt like she was going to shit, but she knew this was absurd, so gave herself up to all the crazy and wonderful sensations she was feeling.
She reached beneath her and caught his balls in her hand. She could feel his shudder as she rubbed them together.
"Oh, my darling," he groaned, his large hands tightly clasping her thighs and drawing her ass toward him. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"
"Yes. No. Keep fucking me!" Dolly cried, no longer knowing whether it hurt or not, only knowing it was better than anything she had ever felt. "Don't stop! Please don't stop fucking me now!"
She thrust her ass backwards and ground down hard on Ronald's pinioned prick, feeling his wiry pubic hairs rubbing up against her soft behind.
As if this was a signal for him to abandon all caution, Ronald began pumping furiously in and out of her ass-hole, feeling the muscles of her anus loosen up to encompass his terrible tool.
Dolly was delirious. She no longer knew if that great prick was in her pussy or her ass-hole, for it felt like it was stuffed inside both holes.
She clenched her eyes tight and tears rolled down her face in the mingled agony and ecstasy that Ronald's pressing member brought her.
All at once Ronald screamed out and his body froze as Dolly felt the penis plugging her ass-hole, jerk back and forth spasmodically. like a chain reaction she began coming all over again and the two of them stood stock-still, their hypersensitive bodies trembling and heaving like dry leaves rustling in the wind as they climaxed one after the other.
Dolly could no longer stand. Her legs folded up under her and she dropped to her knees. She rolled over on her side and held out her arms to Ronald. He dropped to the floor and took her in his arms. They lay still for what seemed like hours. Then Ronald sat up groggily and said, "I think I'd better wash. Here, why don't you get up on the bed?"
He helped her to her feet, and Dolly gratefully stretched out on the bed. Ronald left the room and Dolly could hear the water running as he washed his penis in the bathroom. He came back and lay down beside her, and Dolly was astonished to see that his cock was hard again.
"My goodness!" she exclaimed, running her hand over his beautiful smooth pole that had given her such great pleasure. "You're certainly a very strong man. Is it always like this with you?"
"Not always," Ronald smiled. "Only when I'm inspired."
Dolly was impressed. Every time her husband balled her he wasn't good for another fuck for at least a couple of hours. She was so grateful that she would have done anything to please this well-hung stranger.
"What do you like best?" she asked.
"I like it all," Ronald answered, "but I guess if I had to choose I'd say that I like having my cock sucked best of all."
"That's my favorite, too," Dolly said, and, suiting the action to the word, she immediately bent over and took Ronald's erect member in her mouth. She liked sucking dicks, but her husband's was the only one she had ever sucked. But this one was something else! It had the sweetest taste and it pulsed in her mouth with such a lively rhythm. She grasped it firmly in her hand and squeezed it, feeling the round cock head bulge in her mouth. Her lips felt like they were on fire as they rubbed against Ronald's smooth hard cock. She surprised herself by sucking his prick as she had never before sucked her husband's, but this one was so much better than his.
She removed her lips from his cock for a second, and moistened her middle finger with her spittle. Then, as her lips again closed around his puffy red knob, she reached beneath his balls and stuck her moistened finger up his ass.
"Oh, wow!" he cried out. "No one's ever done that to me."
Dolly thrust her finger in and out of his ass-hole as she steadily sucked on his meaty lollipop, licking the underside of his joint with her long pink tongue.
When he came his seed gushed out of him like a shot from a pistol, and so strong was its force that it blew Dolly's head off of his prick. Undaunted, she returned to her fleshy meal and greedily lapped up the milky white liquid spilling from his penis.
Ronald sat up then and took Dolly once again in his arms. He passionately kissed her all over her face, expressing his gratitude for what Dolly had done for him. As for Dolly she was very pleased with herself, but she was more pleased with Ronald for having such a delicious cock for her to suck on.
They sat up in bed, their arms around each other, very tired now but very satisfied. Dolly's eyelids were drooping and she felt herself falling off to sleep when the door suddenly burst open, and a man with a camera slung around his neck smiled at them and, before they could protest, he took a photograph of their nude, sweaty bodies.
"Don't be alarmed, folks," he said heartily.
"It's only for the Nudist Times. I hope you folks don't mind; it's all for a good cause." And with that he was gone as quickly as he had come.
Dolly sat up in alarm.
"What was that all about?" she asked. "Why did he do that?"
"He probably thought we were married," Ronald said. "They take pictures of all the nudists for the Nudist Times."
"But what will my husband say when he sees that picture? Can't you do anything about it?"
"I'll try," Ronald said, jumping up from the bed. "But don't be surprised if I can't."
Ronald ran out of the cabin, leaving Dolly alone. She was really worried now. Even though she knew Jerry balled other women she knew he wouldn't like it if she played around. Men are like that, she thought: what's good for the goose is definitely not good for the gander.
Dolly made sure there was no one around, and left Ronald's cabin. She went back out to the pool to see if she could find him but he was nowhere around. She looked for him the rest of the day but there was no trace of him. When Jerry came back from his picnic he was all horny and wanted to make love to Dolly, but she was too worried about that picture to have any desire for him. She told him she didn't feel good, and he left her alone that night.
The next day Dolly saw Ronald by the pool as usual, and as soon as she could get away from Jerry she went up to him and asked him about that photograph.
"I couldn't do anything," he said regretfully. "By the time I found that photographer he had already developed the negative and sent it off to the magazine. I guess we're both in trouble now. My wife's not going to be too happy about it either."
That unfortunate incident with the photographer killed the relationship between her and Ronald. It was too bad, because Dolly had never found as good a fuck in her life, but she knew it would be asking for trouble if she continued playing around with him. Suppose something worse happened next time? No, Dolly couldn't see him anymore, for her and his own safety.
But what about that photo that had already been taken? Dolly was on pins and needles when she and Jerry went back to town. She knew that Jerry regularly received the Nudist Times and she made sure that it was she who picked up the mail each day so that she could destroy that picture of her if it appeared. Luck was with her, for on the day the magazine was delivered to her house Jerry was at work. She practically snatched the plain brown wrapper out of the postman's hands and ran to her room with it. She nervously skipped the pages and-sure enough!-there was the photograph of her and Ronald. It showed Ronald sitting back against the wall, and her leaning against him at a forty-five degree angle, facing the camera, and her legs spread wide showing her gaping pussy for all to see. It was embarrassing to say the least, but it could have been worse: the photographer could have come a few minutes earlier and shot Dolly sucking on Ronald's cock.
Dolly carefully cut out the page with her photograph on it and burned it. That should settle it, she thought.
What was her shame when a few weeks later Dolly was shopping downtown and passed a psychedelic shop with a life-size poster of her photograph in the front window! She couldn't believe her eyes. How could that be? How did whoever it was get her photo and why had they made a poster out of it? Dolly would have liked to have gone in the shop to ask these questions, but she was too ashamed.
She went' straight home, her heart filled with fear, hoping against hope that Jerry wouldn't see that poster, and that her neighbors wouldn't recognize her if they did. But small towns seem to thrive on scandal, and though Jerry was too busy to notice the poster the good townsfolk were busy with nothing else.
At the end of the week a self-appointed deputation of the town's leading female citizens came to call on Dolly and her husband. The ladies demanded that Dolly and Jerry pack up and immediately leave town.
Jerry, who had known nothing of the photograph before this visit, was both astonished and enraged by it. He immediately took off downtown to see this shocking poster for himself. Dolly, truly afraid of her husband now, packed her own belongings and left the house before he returned home. Though it was a bitter experience for her to break up her marriage she knew it was bound to happen sooner or later in either case. She knew that something had changed in her love for her husband on that day she had made love to Ronald. It had been a shock to her to discover that another man could make her feel things that her husband couldn't.
But on the day she left town Dolly vowed eternal revenge against those hypocritical fuddy-duddies who had thrown her out of her own home and turned her husband against her. Some day, she swore, she would get even with them.
But though Dolly escaped from the town and made her way to the big city she could not escape from her notoriety. It seemed those posters of her had become the sensation of the year. She could not go anywhere without seeing her image nakedly displayed for all to see. And though strange men did not actually approach her in the streets and proposition her, they very well might have, for Dolly's fame was so widespread that it couldn't be avoided.
One particularly bitter incident woke her up to the fact that the men who tried to make out with her did so not because they liked her for what she was but because they liked her for what she had become: the most notorious sex-goddess since Marilyn Moon.
She had found a job in a respectable cocktail lounge. All the men there were friendly to her, which was normal for a single girl working in a bar, but there was one man who seemed to have a genuine liking for her. His name was Marty and he worked as a clerk in a department store. He would come over after the store closed and have a couple of drinks and chat with Dolly. He was always asking Dolly to go out with him, and at first Dolly was reluctant because it hadn't been long since she had left her husband and she didn't want to get entangled with another man so soon afterwards. But Marty seemed like such a nice fellow, though hardly what women would call handsome, that Dolly finally gave in to him.
He took her out to a drive-in movie after work. Dolly really didn't mind when he started feeling her up and kissing her. In fact, she was wondering how she could have gone as long as she had without a man. So when Marty suggested they get in the back seat of the car she had no objections.
They got in the back seat and Dolly sat on Marty's lap. Marty glued his lips to hers and kissed her hungrily. He slipped his hand inside her blouse and roughly fondled her tender breasts.
Then his hand slid down her waist and up her dress. He rubbed his coarse hairy hand between her legs, then slipped his hand inside her panties and down to her bush. Dolly obligingly spread her legs, and Marty caressed her pussy lips which were already wet with Dolly's mounting excitement. Dolly clung to him tightly when he slipped two fingers up her quivering cunt. Now she was as hot as could be. She had forgotten how good it felt to have a man and she wanted Marty as much as he seemed to want her.
She wriggled her behind as he pulled her panties down over her legs and threw them to the floor. Then he turned her around so that she faced him, her long legs drawn up around his waist. He hastily unzipped his fly and a long hairy prick jumped out like a jack in the box.
Dolly was all prepared to enjoy making out with Marty when, no sooner had he penetrated her, then he began coming in little fits and jerks, leaving Dolly high, dry and frustrated.
"Ah, that was good," he beamed, already pulling out of Dolly. "Is that how you did it with that guy in the poster?"
Dolly's face turned red and she slapped Marty as hard as she could. He caught her arm and his face turned nasty.
"Don't pretend with me, sweetheart," he hissed. "I may not be good enough to take my picture with you, but I've had you as much as the other guy, haven't I?"
Dolly was too mortified and angry to answer. She jerked away from Marty and put her panties back on. Then she got out of the car and climbed back into the front seat, looking cold and unmoving like a block of ice.
"Drive me home," she said in her iciest tone.
"Sure, honey," Marty said, getting behind the wheel. "We've already had our fun, haven't we?"
Dolly didn't talk to him all the way home. When they reached her home she got out of the car and slammed the door behind her, not looking back once to see Marty leering after her.
She thought something was funny the next evening when she was at work. All the men seemed to be smirking behind her back, but as soon as she looked directly at them they turned their faces away. Later, one of the men sidled up to her and asked, "How 'bout going to the drive-in with me tonight, Dolly? I'm twice the man Marty is."
So that was it: Marty had told all his friends about his conquest of the famous Dolly Hester. She quit her job on the spot. By this time she was steaming at all the men in the world and she made up her mind that if she ever went with any man after this she'd make damned sure he paid for the privilege.
Dolly knew that she was a good-looking girl, and she asked herself what she was doing hanging out with men who could hardly afford to buy her a drink when she could be a companion to millionaires. With the little money she had saved she went out and bought herself the prettiest, most expensive dress she could afford. Then she went to the beauty parlor and got herself all made up. That done, she packed up her belongings and checked into the best hotel in the city. She created a minor sensation when she walked through the lobby. Men lounging in armchairs dropped their newspapers. Bellboys stopped in their tasks. The hotel clerk's mouth hung open. Everyone's eyes were on this beautiful blonde girl with the long, well-shaped legs and the wide, appealing hips.
After the bellboy had shown her to her suite he stopped in the doorway and turned to Dolly in an embarrassed manner.
"Excuse me, miss," he said, "but aren't you-I mean, did you-I mean, the poster--? "
"Yes," Dolly responded regally. "I am the lady in the poster. My name is Miss Dolly Hester, for any gentlemen who might be interested."
"Thank you, ma'am, yes, ma'am," the bellboy stuttered, and fled from the room.
Dolly had her wits about her. She knew that whatever she told the bellboy would be all over the hotel within an hour. And she was right. Before the hour was out there was a discreet knock on the door. When she opened it she found a bunch of roses thrust in her face. Somewhat bewildered, she took them, and only then did she get a look at their donor. A short round little man with a bald head bowed slightly and held out a card. It read: "Conrad Denison, Oil Financier."
"Excuse me, Miss Hester," he said, bowing again, "I hope you don't mind this intrusion, but may I have a moment with you?"
Dolly nodded and stepped back for Mr. Denison to enter. He did so and glanced around the room with a satisfied air. He was very well dressed and wore a gold chain stretched across his vest.
"I am a lonely bachelor, Miss Hester," he said, immediately coming to the point. "I reside here in the hotel, but, being as busy as I am, I don't get around very much-though I do appreciate a bit of female company now and then, if you know what I mean? I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of dining with me tonight?"
Dolly would be only too happy to. They proceeded to the hotel dining room, and Dolly was once again the subject of lively interest, the men no doubt envying Mr. Denison for his quick play for Dolly's interest. Mr. Denison was an interesting man and as they dined on lobster bisque, roast duck and artichoke hearts he told Dolly about himself. Though the actual oil was mostly in Texas, the center of oil financing was in the city, and, if Mr. Denison said so himself, he was the foremost man in his field. He had been married once, but had divorced his wife over three years ago.
After talking about himself Mr. Denison inquired about Dolly. Was she married? No. Attached? No. Any relatives in the city? No.
Pleased with these answers, Mr. Denison set about putting his proposition to Dolly. He wondered if she would be willing to live somewhere else in an apartment of her own choosing? Naturally, Mr. Denison would pay the rent as well as give Dolly a suitable allowance.
"And just what is suitable, Mr. Denison?" she asked sweetly.
"Oh, I should think about $500 a month," he said.
Dolly gave the appearance of seriously thinking about his offer.
"I'm sorry," she said finally, "but I should think a figure of, say, $800 per month would be more in line for my services."
Mr. Denison beamed at Dolly's shrewdness.
"Agreed," he said, and the deed was done.
Dolly found to her satisfaction that it was a very profitable and not very exacting arrangement. Mr. Denison found her an apartment in a fashionable quarter of town and only came to see her about twice a week, and at these times all he wanted to do was to lick Dolly's sweet little pussy to his heart's content.
The first time it happened Dolly was surprised. She was lying in bed wearing a black silk dressing gown. Mr. Denison came into the room also wearing a robe. He frowned.
"That won't do," he said. "No, that won't do at all. Tell me, my dear, do you have any black stockings by any chance?"
"Yes," Dolly answered, taken aback. "Why?"
"Would you mind putting them on, please? And if you have any high-heeled shoes would you also put those on?"
Dolly did as she was asked, then got back into bed.
"Is that all right?" she asked.
Mr. Denison rapidly nodded his head. His face was flushed pink and he nervously twisted his fingers together.
"Would you please spread your legs?" he asked tremulously.
Dolly lay back on the pillows and opened her legs, her high heels digging into the bed. Mr. Denison sat heavily on the bed and rubbed his hands along her black stockings, all the while softly cooing to himself. Then he lowered himself between Dolly's spread thighs and began greedily licking her pussy. Dolly felt his long wet tongue darting in and out of her cunt and marveled at the length and hardness of it. She tried to reach down and grab Mr. Denison's prick but he backed away out of her reach. She shrugged her shoulders. If that's the way he wants it, so be it, she thought, and gave herself up to all the delicious thrills his tongue brought her. She came several times in quick succession, but Mr. Denison continued sucking on her pussy-lips until she came a fourth time and couldn't stand it anymore, her pussy was so sensitive.
Finally, Mr. Denison looked up with glazed eyes, his lips and chin wet and glistening with Dolly's cunt-juices.
"Thank you, my dear," he said after clearing his throat.
Then he left the room and went to sleep in the other bedroom.
That was the beginning of Dolly's career as a high-priced courtesan. Her relationship with Mr. Denison did not last very long because Dolly soon got fed up with only having her cunt licked twice a week; she needed to feel a man's hard prick deep inside her. As soon as she found one big enough-and rich enough-to satisfy her she gave up Mr. Denison.
For the past five years Dolly had been the delight of all the titled and untitled millionaire playboys in the world. Her fame quickly spread among the exclusive hangouts of the rich, and she found herself invited on African safaris, Caribbean cruises aboard private yachts, weekends in country castles, and literally showered with priceless gifts-which she immediately turned into cold hard cash.
In the meantime her husband divorced her for abandonment, but all Dolly did was to laugh when she found out. She was only too glad to be legally free and her own mistress.
But though Dolly had become rich and famous she still felt dissatisfied with her life. There was one thing she wanted more than anything else in the world, and that was to snub her nose at those respectable citizens in her hometown who had forced her to abandon her home. She commissioned a real estate agent to start buying up every available building in town, but without using her name. It was her intention to buy up the town completely, and then show the townsfolk that she had the power of life and death over them.
Two weeks ago the agent informed Dolly that he had just purchased the last outstanding building in town. Dolly moved into the best house available and assembled her staff. Then she commissioned a well-known sculptor for a very special job: she gave him a copy of her famous photograph and asked him to sculpt a huge statue from it, offering him a fantastic bonus if he could finish it quickly. When it had been completed Dolly had it moved to the town square under cover of darkness, and had ordered it covered with a tarpaulin. She sent out notices to all the newspapers in the state that a dramatic event would take place in town today at twelve noon, at which time she intended to unveil her lewd monument and give the townsfolk the shock of their lives.
Yes, it would be a glorious thing to see the shock on all those prim faces later today when Dolly unveiled her statue. It had taken her five years to revenge herself, but it had been well worth the wait.
But unknown to Dolly there was a tall blonde man who was seen prowling about the town asking questions about Dolly. This was Ronald, the famous Ronald in the famous poster, who for five years had been planning his own act of revenge.
You see, at the same time that the poster had made Dolly famous it had made Ronald the laughing stock of all his friends. Besides the fact that it had wrecked his marriage as it had Dolly's, it had put him in the uncomfortable position of being joked about. A nude woman is an object of desire, but a nude man frequently an object of ridicule. No matter where Ronald went there was always someone who could identify him as Dolly's lover. What man wants to be famous simply because of the woman he has made love to?
Ronald understandably nursed a viper in his bosom. If he had thought about it rationally he would have realized that none of his present troubles was Dolly's fault, but the fact remained that she had profited from her fame while he hadn't. He enviously followed her career throughout the years as the newspapers faithfully reported her comings and goings to their society pages. She was being feted by all the kings and princes of the world, while he was still at the same job selling insurance.
Of course, he had his incidental pleasures. What woman, upon seeing him with his healthy cock hanging out, would not wonder how it would feel inside her? And though Ronald went to bed with these curiosity seekers he took little pleasure in it, for he knew, as Dolly had found out long ago, that most people wanted to sleep with him not because of what he was but because of his lascivious image.
When he heard that Dolly had returned to her hometown and was planning some sort of festivity he had taken a leave of absence from his job and had followed her to the town. By conscientious nosing-about he had got wind of what Dolly had planned, and that knowledge made him hate her more than ever. What? She wasn't content with that damned poster, but she was going to turn him into a statue to sit in the middle of the town? Ronald had to stop her once and for all and teach her a lesson.
At first he thought of dynamiting the statue before it could be displayed, but, as soon as his initial anger had worn off, he thought of a much better way to get even with Dolly. What better way could he hurt her, with her fame and money, than by publicly humiliating her? Yes, that's what he would do. He would turn her great ceremony into the greatest embarrassment of her life, by publicly proclaiming that he preferred another woman to this famous sex-goddess.
He immediately telegraphed to a young woman whom he could trust, and asked her to get to the town as soon as possible. Afterwards, he rubbed his hands in glee as he thought of the terrible trick he would play on Dolly.
The time of the unveiling was fast approaching. Dolly had bought a new dress for the occasion, and wore all of her best diamonds. Since the town was now completely hers, that meant she owned everything in it, including the police department. At exactly a quarter to twelve a six-motorcycle police escort led by the Chief of Police showed up at Dolly's home. Delsey, the butler, opened the door for her, while Forbes, the chauffeur, escorted her down to her brand new Cadillac. She politely nodded to the Chief of Police as he tipped his cap to her, and got in the back seat of her car and headed toward the center of town with her escort.
When they got there they found a huge crowd assembled around the statue. Dolly peeped out of the darkened windows of her car and smiled as she saw newspaper reporters, television cameramen and curious townsfolk crowding the square. A hush settled on the town when she got out of her car and walked up the steps to the covered statue. Two policemen stood on either side of the statue, ready to rip off the tarpaulin on Dolly's orders.
Dolly stood serenely above the curious crowd as the excited photographers began snapping pictures of her by the dozen. She lifted her arm, and everyone became still.
"I'm not very good at making speeches," Dolly said in a clear, ringing voice. "I only want to tell you good folk that you deserve this monument that shall be unveiled here today. Five years ago I was asked to leave this town because of a stir a photograph-you probably all know well by now-caused in this town. I have always vowed to return to show you my appreciation for what you did."
At a signal from Dolly the two policemen pulled back the tarpaulin to uncover the stone replica of her famous photograph. She didn't even turn around: she was too busy watching the shock and outrage appear on the startled faces of the townspeople. But something was odd. She knew she would create a sensation, but the faces of the crowd looked as if they were seeing a ghost. Dolly frowned and slowly turned to face her statue, and lo, there was a man and woman cradled in the arms of her precious monument, fucking their heads off for all to see.
Dolly gasped and took a step backwards. This was impossible. Her great moment was destroyed. What had possessed those two people to make their love here, on her statue?
Dolly was just about to order the police to remove them, when the man suddenly looked up and smiled at her. Was it-it couldn't be. But that was Ronald, her partner in the statue. What was he doing there?
Dolly stood staring at them with her mouth hanging open. The longer she watched them go through their sexual gymnastics the less angry Dolly became, and she realized that Ronald was just as beautiful and muscular as Dolly remembered him. The girl was pretty enough, but she was sure Ronald could have done better. In a flash, she remembered that afternoon five years ago when she and Ronald had made love for the first and only time, and she suddenly realized she had never had a man like him in all the intervening years.
Dolly suddenly smiled and began taking off her dress. Ronald's smile of triumph vanished completely and he looked astonished as Dolly quickly stripped to her birthday suit and came forward. He released his hold on the girl in his arms as he stared at Dolly's famous body. It was more beautiful than he remembered it. And she had given him the best blowjob of his life. Instead of hating her he should fall to his knees before her and thank her for the great pleasures she had given him so long ago. He withdrew his cock from the girl in his lap and stood up, his taut member sticking straight out before him as he opened his arms to Dolly.
It was a sensation like nothing ever seen before. The richest woman in town began fucking her lover on a statue in the middle of the town square. The cameras began clicking once again. Old ladies began fainting right and left. Many men were seen rubbing their suddenly stiff joints. The Chief of Police took the girl who had been fucking Ronald to the back seat of his car where he duly "Lectured" her about law and order.
As for Dolly and Ronald they got married two weeks later and lived happily ever after-though it was to be seen that Dolly's chauffeur, butler, gardener and handyman were none too happy about this.
It was an amusing story and I sighed contentedly as I finally turned in after a long and tiring night. Tonight, at least, I could dream about Dolly and forget my unbending hard-on. Tomorrow was another story.
CHAPTER TWELVE
THE FINAL CURE
The next morning I awoke extremely refreshed. I closed my eyes again and smiled as I thought of Dolly's amusing story. My hand unconsciously moved down to my cock, and it was then that I was rudely reawakened to a consideration of my stiff problem.
What was to be done? I had tried every remedy except that damned fucking machine, but I refused to stick my cock in that mechanical scumbag.
There was nothing for it but to consult the female psychiatrist. After I shaved and showered I called her on the telephone. Her name was Dr. Anna Friend. She said she could find time for me in the early afternoon. I arrived at her office punctually to find a stern-visaged, middle-aged woman with short silver hair wearing a severe business suit, looking every inch the universal stereotype of the female psychiatrist.
But apart from the air of stern authority she exuded, she was rather attractive, being about the same age as my mother, and seemed as well-preserved. She took one cursory glance at my upturned prick, and seemed to dismiss it out of hand as she asked me to lie down on the couch. She sat just behind me at the head of the couch, and immediately got down to business.
Did I dream? Sometimes. The same dream or different dreams? The same dream. Which is?
"I'm standing at the end of a long bridge," I began relating, "dressed in a white tee-shirt, shorts and sneakers. A red sash runs diagonally across my chest, spelling out 'Super-Cock' in big white letters. A noisy cheering crowd surrounds me, some cheering me and some favoring a figure to my left who is hooded and dressed all in black. A black sash reading 'Phantom Fucker' in gold letters festoons his chest.
"Looking down I am aware that the Phantom Fucker and I are standing at the head of two separate lines of nude, spread-eagled women lined up end to end across the long bridge. I am obviously a contestant in a fucking race, the goal of which is to see which of us, the Phantom Fucker or I, will be the first to get to the end of the bridge.
"A hand goes up. A shot is fired. I throw myself on the first girl, jamming my cock in her pre-greased cunt. As soon as I have made her come, I move on to the next girl, and so on as I fuck my way from one juicy snatch to the next.
"On and on I fuck, but no matter how fast I go the Phantom Fucker stays even with me, prick to prick. I gird myself to greater effort, and fifty fucks later I see that I have outdistanced my rival, but only by the slim margin of one cunt. The crowd cheers me as I am the first to finish, but I no longer care about winning. I am filled with envy of the Phantom Fucker, who still has one woman to go: a beautiful soft-muscled, hard-bodied, broad, yet soft, narrow-waisted, wide-hipped, mature cunt with round, brown-nippled breasts which hang loose yet are as tight and compact as a midget's ass-hole. And there is not a single hair around her glistening cunt-lips!
"My only thought now is to ravish this beautiful hairless cunt, but the Phantom Fucker kicks me aside before I can mount her. I feel myself falling off the bridge, falling thousands of dizzy feet into the cold, dirty water below. Just before I hit the water I catch a glimpse of the Phantom Fucker who is now shafting the Amazon with the bald pussy. He grins down at me and takes off his mask. It's my father. That's all I can remember."
Except for her labored breathing the doctor was silent behind me. She cleared her throat.
"This is the first case of this type I have come across," she said hoarsely, "which is the reason I contacted you in the first place, but, as far as your dream goes, your case presents no difficulty as yet. It is obvious that you harbor regressive feelings of competition with your father, not an unusual situation by any means." She stood up and again cleared her throat. "Before we go on I want to make sure you are absolutely comfortable!"
Doctor Friend moved into my line of vision, reached down and unzipped my fly. My prick shot up in the air with a silent twang. She took off her glasses which had suddenly fogged up, and stood transfixed as she stared at my surly member. She took a deep breath and determinedly walked around me and locked the door. She came back and sat beside me on the couch. She reached out tentatively and put her hand on my cock, and I was surprised at how youthful and well-shaped her hand was. She sighed deeply and smiled up at me, looking much younger and prettier, as if my stiff tool was a magic wand which galvanized her middle-aged body and made it glow with youth.
"There, that's better, isn't it?" she asked, all her sternness gone now. "Now, suppose we go back to your dream. Why do you think the last woman in the line had a hairless, ahem, vagina? Do you know any women like that?" I shook my head. "I don't believe you. I think your subconscious is hiding something, but I think I know a way to dislodge it."
Still holding my cock with one hand she drew up the skirt of her suit with the other. She tugged at the top of her panties and drew them down over her meaty thighs. She smiled as if at a secret and gently squeezed my cock as I gazed dumbly at the unveiled slit between her legs.
"Yes," she said, drawing up her legs and baring the pink hairless petals of her pussy for my delectation. "I, too, have shaved my pubic hair-for hygienic reasons, but also because I am a woman as well as a psychiatrist, and I know that such a kissable cunt as mine excites a man's taste buds. Now is your memory returning?"
I seemed to have been in exactly the same situation once before. Deja vu? Had the other time been a dream or had I actually lived through it?
I closed my eyes and immediately another image of another hairless pussy came to me. The scene expanded in my head. I was in my mother's apartment three months ago waiting for her to finish her shower before we had dinner together. I walked past the bathroom just as she was getting out of the bathtub. It was the first time I had seen my mother naked since I was a child. I was stunned by a momentary glimpse of her naked pudenda. I wondered why and when she had shaved her cunt, but I immediately put it out of my mind because I felt guilty about dwelling on it.
"This was the first time that this happened?" Doctor Friend asked, tugging at my cock. She nodded her head to herself, as if the solution to my problem was transparent. "Look at my vagina and tell me what you feel."
"I feel as if my tongue were already inside you," I said, my mouth dry and aching for her pristine pussy. "The taste of you is running in my mouth. I've never gone down on a woman with no hair, yet it excites me more than anything else."
"Do you feel guilty?"
"Only because you're....."
"So much like your mother?" I nodded my head. "But I'm not, am I? So if you do what you want to do to me there's no reason to feel guilty about it, is there?"
She stretched out on the other end of the couch, and guided my head in between her legs. I caressed the meaty flesh of her thighs and inhaled the sharp, intoxicating smell of her unadorned crack. I glued my lips to hers. Her lissome labia parted before my turgid tongue, as hard and demanding now as my stiff cock. I extended my tongue inside her as far as it would go and slurped up the tart cunt juices flowing from her. She moaned and ground down on my penetrating tongue. When I slid out and began tonguing her hard pebbly clit, she tossed her head from side to side and frantically milked my prick up and down.
I love eating cunts, but never had I tasted one as juicy and appetizing as the doctor's hairless wonder. But her hard-working hand was about to strike a gusher already and the thought of coming inside such aningenuously bald pussy overruled my insistent tongue.
I raised my head and drew myself up to my knees. As I raised up over her the doctor drew my prick to the door of her smooth cunt, and rubbed the heard red knob against her swollen pussy-lips. Suddenly, she arched her back and shoved me deep inside her. Her soft cunt-lips expanded and contracted around my beleaguered cock.
She wrapped her legs around my back and dug her heels into my buttocks. She raised and lowered her fulsome ass with hard, grinding thrusts of unbelievably strong thigh muscles.
I pushed and shoved inside her, filling every inch of her lush quim, thrusting so deep that she gave a little cry as the tip of my cock scraped against her womb. I slid my hands beneath her bouncing ass and drew her pelvis to me until my balls were smack up against her pussy-lips.
"What's your mother's name?" she gasped. "Tell me quickly."
"Erma," I panted.
"Call me Erma," she commanded.
She reached down and, sticking her hand between my legs, began tweaking my balls, sending wave after wave of agonized pleasure coursing through the long shaft of my dick buried so deeply inside her.
"Erma, " I called out, softly at first, then almost screaming the name as I tensed. She squeezed my nuts, and, with 'Erma' on my lips, I shot a heavy load of thick hot come inside her. She came a second later, the velvety insides of her cunt jerking my foreskin back and forth inside her, sucking on my pulsing dick as if it were in her mouth rather than her bald pussy.
For a few seconds the doctor was absolutely still as she absently stroked the shaft of my prick. Her face glowed with satisfaction and mutual pleasure.
Then she gave me a maternal pat on the head and stood up. She stepped back into her panties and I felt a great sense of loss as she covered up her wondrous hairless pussy. She replaced here eyeglasses and smiled benignly at my overworked prick. I smiled, too, as I felt it slowly wilting.
"How do you feel now?" she asked.
"I feel as though I had just done something beautiful that I've always wanted to do, but held myself back from," I confessed.
Doctor Friend smiled and licked at the corners of her lips. She bent over and kissed the head of my soft cock before putting it back inside my pants and zipping me up.
"I knew I had the right clue when you told me about your mother," she said. "It's too early to speak of a 'cure' yet, but I think you'll have a lot less trouble with your penis from now on. For safety's sake, I suggest you come to see me at least once a week. Psychiatry isn't so bad after all, is it?"
I walked slowly home, reviewing the doctor's cure for my ever stiff cock. As I turned down a deserted street, my hand went to my crotch and I felt the limpness that merely hung there.
But then, to my horror, as I thought about the doctor and her cure, I felt my cock beginning to rise again.
Oh no, I said to myself as terror pulsed through my system, what am I going to do now? Surely, I simply can't go another week with no relief. I was considering, by this time having the thing cut off and saving everyone-especially me-a lot of time and trouble and headache.
But as I walked further along, I realized that I just simply could not cut off my pride and joy. I loved the fucking little monster, even if all that he had in his head was fucking ... fucking.
As I turned onto my own street and went toward the apartment building where I lived, I felt to my immense relief, that my little friend had decided only that he wanted to piss.
Stopping by the side of the street, I surreptitiously unzipped my pants and let him free.
Within seconds I felt the immense relief of having pissed and wonder of wonders, he again hung limp against my pants leg. Stuffing him back into my pants and zipping my trousers shut, I continued happily on my way.
"Hello, dear," I called as I came through the door.
"Is that you, dear?" she replied from the kitchen.
"It is. I have good news."
She came running into the entrance hall. Her eyes darted down to my groin. They widened as they saw the flatness where my little friend had once bulged so constantly.
"Darling! That's wonderful! Now I can get some sleep again." And she threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. "My poor baby, my little lamb," she whispered softly and sensually.
Her lips met mine in a delightfully seductive kiss. I felt the soft flesh of her mouth part to admit my tongue into her mouth just as though this were my cock going into a hairless cunt. My arms came around her yielding waist and I held her tightly in my arms.
"Darling," she whispered against my mouth, "please, I've got to finish cooking dinner. Please, dear."
And as I released her, she left my arms slowly. Turning back as she walked from the room, she gave me a wide and meaningful smile.
"You go and rest, dear," she said huskily, "while I finish dinner. After dinner we have the whole long evening ahead of us." Smiling back at her, I became impatient for dinner to be over and for the evening to begin.
And my little friend-that rampant and tireless cock-was getting impatient. I could feel him bumping restlessly against the restraints of my clothing. He wanted to be out and to be fucking again.
"Quiet, you little monster," I chided him. "Why can't you leave me in peace for just a couple of hours? Let me at least eat dinner in peace."
But he wasn't listening as he slowly swelled and became hot, filling my mind with lustful desires. Getting up, I peered into the kitchen and saw my luscious wife standing over the stove. She had bent her gorgeous body from the waist and her mini-skirt was raised over her rounded ass cheeks, revealing them to my hungry gaze.
On tiptoe, I sneaked into the kitchen, opening my pants as I came. My friend, who could smell a pussy a mile away, was more than ready and eagerly willing.
Coming silently up behind her, I caught her by surprise. She tried to straighten her body but I was already knocking at the door. My fingers touched the entrance to her twat to see if she was lubricated. Finding her so, I thrust myself forward in the next instant, ramming my prick up her inviting cunt to the hairy groin.
She shrieked at me, waving the dripping gravy ladle wildly in the air. I didn't care that she had spattered me with bits of brown gravy as my little pal was happily throbbing within the confines of her cunt again.
"Darling," she screamed, trying to swivel around and face me. "I said, after dinner when we had a long, long evening ahead of us." She was practically in tears.
"I know. But my friend didn't want to wait for all that time to pass. Anyway he's not interested in food. But, I am. And we can still have fun. All we need is half of everything we usually use except food. And we'll be fine."
"Darling," she said sarcastically, "I had had visions of actually using and soiling two of everything. If only to be able to keep up with the Jones's who use at least two plates, forks and knives each night.
"Besides," my wife added, "so far you haven't humped me. You've only had your weapon inside of me. Nothing's changed," she wailed, bursting into tears. "And you've ruined my gravy."
"Darling," I cried, anguished that I had spoiled, once again, her perfect dinner. I didn't care how many lumps the gravy had in it. But as long as my cock interfered with her cooking, she would blame me for the catastrophes.
Later, in spite of this bad start, we spent the evening closely together. We did everything together, even sleeping, that night. It was back to the same old routine of fuck ... fuck.
And as the weeks rolled by, she came to the realization that the doctor could make my prick soft while she could not. Recently, now, I've noticed that she has started shaving her pussy and taken to wearing a gray wig to bed.
I haven't told my dear doctor about this because she's writing up my case for a psychiatric journal and I'd hate to interrupt her research or mess up her erudite findings.
