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Master Plaster part 1 of 3
by Hinka

Hi! Linda here. I'm just your typical average, bright, attractive,
22 year old college student. My major is Theater but I minor in more 
erotic drama. Nora, my roommate, knows this rich guy through her parents.
Guess what? We've been invited to one of his parties.
Thus begins my tale...

"Move your ass Linda! I don't want to be late", Nora said rather
impatiently. "I hear that his son Dikon is going to be there. Imagine all
that money, the things I could do, the places I could go. Hurry up girl!
Rich, single cocks like his don't last forever". Devouring money and cocks
is the thing my roommate does best. "Who else is going to be there", I 
shouted as I struggled to slip on Nora's tight heels. "Around thirty people, 
including my parents. All rich and famous", Nora shouted back. "Don't
forget your diaphragm! You never know. Just keep your little twat away from
Dikon". I always thought it funny how she referred to my shaved slit as the 
"little twat". I guess terms like cunt and pussy are to pedestrian for a 
"high-class" girl like her. I wore a long, borrowed, gown, very low-cut with
a bare back that almost went down to my bums. I thought Nora might make some
comment on my appearance, but with a "try not to get my clothes dirty", we
hurried out the door. The ride to Mr. Hulls estate was uneventful. I usually
kick off my heels in the car but was afraid I wouldn't get them on again. 
Nora felt my uneasiness and assured me, with an evil grin, as the night wore
on most women took them off, along with other things. The estate was set far
back off the main road. A large fence surrounded it and a guard stood at the
 gates
entrance. Once inside a large, stout man came up to us and introduced 
himself as Gregor Hull. He seemed pleasant enough as he took my hand and
introduced me to some of his friends. Poor Nora was distraught when she found
out Dikon was still at college. With the few other single guys already taken
she feigned a headache and asked her parents to take her home. Mr. Hull
assured me another guest, or his driver, would take me back to the dorm.
As the night wore on little by little the guests filtered out until only
myself and another couple were left. Jim and Janice where an older couple in
their fifties. We were all admiring one of Mr. Hull's (Gregor's) paintings when
Jim asked him, "Have you acquired any new statues". With that Gregor took my
hand and led us into a magnificent garden off the library. It was covered with 
roses on all sides. Down the middle was a narrow path leading
to a small pond. Within the pond stood two ornate columns around four feet 
apart. Leading up to the pond, on each side of the path, were eight plaster
statues, each on a small metal base. Four male statues were on the right and
four female statues on the left. All were life-size nudes in various positions.
Between the statues lay long marble benches, padded with thick leather.
As we walked past the statues to the pond, my nylon clad feet sunk into the
moss covered ground. I had taken off my shoes a long time ago and the moist
earth felt good against my soles. Gregor stopped before the last statue on
the right. It was a man standing very straight, holding a sword in his left
hand. Jim stared at it and commented, "You've outdone yourself Greg. Very
lifelike. The veins stand out nicely. What detail around the mouth". Jim was
right. The detail was fantastic. Even the fingers showed fine lines. "I'm
using a new type of plaster and resin mix. My own invention", Gregor said
proudly. "Remember the old clay ones? I've come a long way since then". 
Janice moved closer and admired it's fine white cock which stood, at least,
eight erect inches out from the body. She grasped it with her hands and started
stroking it. She lingered on the veins and gently rubbed the head with her
palm. A small slit was visible in the tip, just like the real thing. "Can
it cum", she asked. "Of course", Gregor laughed. "It can cum, and piss too"!
Gregor reached down and took a small device out of his pocket. He handed it
to Janice and said, "He's been in standby mode for most of the night. It
won't take much to push him over the edge". We all sat down on an opposite
bench and watched the statue. Janice pressed one of the buttons and we could
see lights on the device start to glow. There were ten lights all in a row.
The first seven were lit. As Janice continued to press the button two more
lights lit. As she let pressure off one by one the lights went out. This 
off and on action continued for several minutes, with Janice controlling the
show. "Stop teasing Janice", Jim said rather annoyed. "This is getting
boring". Janice sighed and applied steady pressure on the button. One by one
the lights lit until all ten glowed brightly. "It's gonna blow", cried Jim.
As all eyes watched the head of the cock, a stream of white liquid spurt out.
Three more spurts followed and I marveled at how realistic the action was. 
"That was great", I shouted. "You would think the thing was real". Gregor
gave me a little grin and said, "perhaps you should talk Nora, I'm sure she can
 fill 
you in".  He then took the device from Janice and pressed a second
button. "Watch this", he chuckled. "Only a few minutes to go". Almost on Que.
Jim and Janice started undressing each other. Clothes were frantically taken
off and busy hands found inviting openings. They fell to the ground in a 69
before the statue. Janice had two fingers up Jim's ass as she roughly sucked
his cock. Jim had his face buried in her cunt as fingers also probed her
brown hole. They sucked and fucked each others asses eventually finding a 
common rhythm. Cries of joy and pain pierced the night as more fingers and,
finally, hands plunged into each others bowels. As the heaving bodies sank
deeper into the moss, the statue began to pee. A steady stream of almost
clear piss arched out of the stiff penis and washed the sweaty couple. Jim
moved his mouth away so the warm liquid could fill his partners cunt. Janice
screamed loudly as her throbbing clit was hit, and pushed her arm deeper up
Jim's hole. Jim's cum splattered her face and both moaned load and long, as
intense orgasms writhed through their bodies. My own pussy was dripping as
I watched the sights before me. Gregor, on the other hand, seemed almost
bored. His face only brightened, like a proud father, when his creation started
 
to pee. After the pee subsided Gregor took my head and laid it against his lap.
Like a little puppy dog he stroked my hair and forehead. Janice and Jim took
 the
opportunity to recline me further on the bench. One got on each side, knelt
 down
in the cool moss, picked up a foot and began to lick my feet. They seemed to
 relish
licking off the dirt from my nylons. Up and down the soles they licked and
 kissed.
Their tongues tried to get between each webbed toe and sucked them with
 abandon.
My own hands found my pussy and I furiously fingered myself. Gregor freed one
 of
my breasts and rolled the nipple between his finger. Nearing orgasm and moaning
deeply, I saw Gregor motion to Janice. Finding her purse she took something out
and came over to my exposed breast. Gently her mouth found my nub. She drew my
nipple in and out of her mouth like a small cock. Just as I orgasmed She took a
 long
needle and shoved it through my tit. I screamed out in pain and ecstasy as my
 body
convulsed. Tears ran down my cheek as I saw the needle protruding from me. As
I went to pull it out Gregor caught hold of my wrists and held them tight. Jim
 pulled
off my pantyhose and handed them to Janice. Holding my jaw open, Janice stuffed
 
them in my mouth over my muffled cries. With a mischievous grin, she slowly
 pulled
out the needle. Taking her nail she then dug into my tit until her finger
 turned red. I 
squirmed under Gregor's tight grip and screamed into the sheer fabric. She took
 her
blood stained finger and wiped it clean against her pussy. "Look everyone", she
 cried
out with joy. "I have my period back". The trio started laughing and Gregor let
 go of
my wrists. I quickly spit out the hose and ran towards the house. Remembering
 the guard 
and realizing I had no way to get home, I stopped and turned. Gregor slowly
 walked up
to me as Jim and Janice gathered their clothes. "That wasn't so bad was it",
 Gregor asked.
"I could have done a lot worse! I suggest you forget about tonight. My friends
 would deny
everything and who would believe you". He summoned his driver who drove me back
 to the
dorm. I put ice on my sore nipple and lay in bed, wondering about the statues
 and what Nora
really knew. 

I'll post the second part next week. Please email me with comments good or bad.
 I'm at
HinkaNNJ36@aol.com


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