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Slechts Groot - 2
by Thexxxee (thexxxee@terpsi.org)

***

The second part of a three part offering, where a 
beautiful American woman continues working at the most 
famous Amsterdam brothel of the 1960s and 1970s 
(Aardbei), and, therefore, is directly associated with 
and works for the most secret brothel of the time and 
area (Slechts Groot). (MMF, exh, oral, anal, intr, sm, 
size)

***

Slechts Groot
(translation: "Only The Large")

PART 2

Prelude:

The sixth and seventh decade of the twentieth century 
was a time of true sexual revolution. Not just a phrase 
in cultural jokes, it was documented by every 
conceivable source, from the street tabloids, famous 
men's magazines, radio, television, and horrified 
pulpits, to the academic testing and juried scientific 
publishing of the era. Jaimie's own first week at the 
Aardbei Club was one example of that revolution. Even 
though extreme in her case, the freedom of choice, sex 
as a casual form of communication, an adaptive 
marriage, and experimentation were all characteristics 
in common with the larger general movement. 

Aardbei allowed Jaimie, and Dave, to trip through 
sexual fantasies within its famously controlled 
environment. Her expectations about those fantasies, 
however, were not unrealistic. The decision to try 
prostitution in this special time period and in this 
special place, did not ignore the full range of 
positive to negative outcomes. 

Even when she was a teenager, and first analyzed her 
own 'far out' fantasy about being a professional, she 
wondered if she could control or at least adapt to such 
daily variance. Her decision then and now was that the 
odds of good versus bad experiences were no different 
than with any other daily activity. Of course, the 
Aardbei daily activity was high volume and all sexual.  

Story (continued from part one)

By the third week at Aardbei, it was obvious that the 
job was doing much more than just lengthen their stay 
in Amsterdam. Those first weeks allowed Jaimie to 
adjust to the club's night hours. She knew that Kees 
could surprise her; however, during all her weeks of 
regular hours, he had not produced a list of customers 
anything like her 'introduction' list. Yet, he did 
continue to take direct personal control of her 
schedule. So Jaimie decided that first weekend had 
really been a test of both her original decision and 
her physical stamina. Rather than a military boot camp, 
it had been a sort of sexual 'penis camp'.

Kees had personally supervised no other girl past the 
first week or two. His extra interest in the successful 
start of this American was duly noted by the other 
working girls. But with the way Aardbei was set up, 
that notation was not in reference to anything like 
competition, rather, the interest was viewed only as a 
curiosity. Long before that third week, Jaimie already 
had her own sort of routine at Aardbei. She would walk 
herself over to the club, usually well before the 9:00 
PM start of her shift. Dave would escort her home at 
2:00 AM. In between those hours, she would usually see 
eight to ten men, as many as twelve on a weekend night. 

Coming from the 'free' love background, Jaimie 
appreciated that the non-negotiable sex at Aardbei 
allowed her to pursue a more natural sex. She knew that 
she was paid well. Given that, she could pursue the 
sexual expertise. She knew that she would have never 
taken any such position, as it was defined in the 
States. She would have hated the bartering, where every 
move is priced. 

Even with an 'average guy' list at Aardbei, the penises 
were consistently two inches longer than Dave and 
almost one inch wider. That was now a standard for 
Jaimie. From the very first weekend, Jaimie and Dave 
had stayed in close communication about the job and its 
effects. The fact that she was wanted by, then fucked 
by, so many men was still a queer turn on for Dave. He 
really got off on having a wife who generated a lot of 
lust. His male response was and is fairly normal. Pride 
in thy wife That part, where all the strange lusting 
guys get to follow through by fucking the daylights out 
of the wife, is probably where most American husbands 
would balk. 

That most men were bigger than Dave? That Jaimie was 
being stretched, as would be any prostitute with such 
good business? That was just more of a 'mental 
spanking' turn on. The sexual tease that Jaimie played 
on Dave, after her first day of work, was based upon 
what she knew he wanted to hear. 'Those big bad men' 
were really assaulting his lovely wife and 'leaving 
their mark'. That same 'loyal' wife would even come 
home and tell him tales of those nasty men having gone 
places he had never gone, having done things that he 
had never done and, generally, just besting the Hell 
out of him. He absolutely loved it all Sick boy. And 
she, in turn, loved him.

Jaimie considered herself on a fact finding mission. 
She was using this beginner time period to learn all 
about the variations of men's personalities, builds 
and, of course, penises. She was hoping to intertwine 
what she learned, so that she might become known for 
even more than her looks. It was her own high standard 
for what others considered a simplistic duty. She began 
to take her sexual performance as seriously as she 
would have taken a dance performance. And her 
compulsion to do it right was not directly linked to 
her income. Though, Jaimie would admit that there were 
hours during the weekdays where the clientele were a 
little scarce for everyone, and that it would not hurt 
to have a few more guys directed her way.

But the fact finding on penis type alone was gathering 
a lot of information. She was continuously amazed at 
the differences. With, without foreskin, shafts that 
were straight or curved in any direction, big heads, 
sharp heads, dark color, light color, two tone, three 
tone, more tones, and the entire ranges of thickness 
and length. The size and output of balls had become 
very noteworthy for her. In the short time that she had 
been sampling, she learned that the average cum output 
was about a teaspoon. But, then, she also learned that 
nature can do some strange things. Just as a woman 
might be blessed or cursed, according to viewpoint, 
with 50 DDD breasts, she found men who nature had 
deemed cum factories. It was part of the duty or fun, 
again according to viewpoint, that being with one of 
those guys was, well, a mess. 

She, at first, considered it a duty to deal with the 
extra amount of cum. Then she began to be entertained 
by the production, and started getting some reward from 
either seeing or feeling the high volume. Finally, just 
as in her high school and college days, she began to be 
a real cheerleader. That is, she would cheer them on, 
trying to get the maximum amount of spurts, as she 
either used her pussy, mouth or hand to assist. Of 
course, she even admitted to herself that her cheering 
was limited to vibrating 'ummmmmms' when she was caught 
doing oral. But the guys seemed to appreciate that 
response as well as any.

Her own sexual rewards? They were very important to 
Jaimie. She was determined, that, if she had to spend 
many hours working in a famous brothel, she was going 
to have as much fun doing it as she could. She never 
gave up the hope for a cum to be done in synch with the 
guy. And she was pleasantly surprised that, at least 
with Aardbei members, such a mutual cum was frequent. 
Of course, there were always times of male failure. If 
that had happened to 'you', 'you' would have wanted it 
to happen with Jaimie; for, she was always considerate, 
as positive as one could be, and presented the man with 
much hope for a 'next time'. Her personal rewards were 
the more intense and more frequent orgasms that the 
bigger penis sizes created. 

Though nothing like the first weekend had occurred, 
there were moderately large ones, on the order of 
around 9 inches and fat. With that size, she could work 
out very well, and usually found that she obtained 
multiple orgasms with any man who had such equipment. 
Jaimie told Dave that she had two steady fellows at 
work; that meant they came to fuck her almost every day 
that she was on duty. Sometimes they dropped over 
several times during a shift. Both of them were the 9 
inch long and over 2.25 inches wide caliber. They were 
inside Jaimie, deeper, more frequently, and for longer 
periods of time than her own husband could be.

Thinking bigger, she had looked forward to Arend, Mr. 
Doorknob, returning and was unhappy when she heard that 
he and his family had gone on vacation. She, at least, 
was given a good reason why he did not return quickly 
to continue working on her. She smiled when her own 
thoughts came up with the 'continue working on me'. 
About such feelings, she was always honest with Dave, 
just as he asked her to be. Just as she had told Dave 
about the steady fellows, she would tell him of the 
'longer', the 'thicker' and the 'much better' orgasms. 

It all still seemed to get him going and help produce 
their own sex. She still liked sex with her husband, 
primarily because he was her buddy. It was the 
proverbial 'icing on the cake' when she could share her 
work experiences with such an interested spouse. But he 
had not asked for a special total, and she intended to 
not bring the number up on her own. 

The tally of 'superior fucks' was what she did not 
mention, primarily because it had become an 
overwhelming number. And she did not want to test 
Dave's limits. But since he had her keeping track of 
stats in general, she did carry the 'excellent' tally 
in her head. In only the three weeks of work, she had 
found 31 men, who performed at an entirely different 
level than her husband did. In order that each be one 
of the 31, she had to cum much longer, much stronger 
and much more often with that man. So, up to that 
point, 31 new men, along with 7 men back in the States, 
had a better mating connection with Jaimie than Dave 
could ever hope for.

Her night shift allowed her to see the larger crowds, 
the strange associated culture of sex and many other 
curious events. For one, since she worked similar shift 
assignments, she met Angie frequently during the week. 
Sometimes, Jaimie would be between fucks and get to 
catch the 10 PM stage show. Angie was the girl most 
frequently fucked by the two black men. But there was a 
rotation, and Jaimie did see an Isabel and a Patty 'get 
it'. 

Those two were certainly used anytime Angie was off 
duty. Otherwise, it always seemed to be Angie who got 
the most intense fucking by the guys. They disappeared 
into her immediately, hit her very hard, and 
essentially made Angie appear as if two bottomless pits 
had been created by the 'night after night' action. So, 
though she may have been around the same 64 inch height 
as Jaimie, Angie could still be called a 'big girl' by 
her clientele. With all the kinks flying around the 
place, instead of that physical fact disqualifying 
Angie from adoration, it actually seemed to increase 
it, and helped her create her own worshiping entourage. 

During those first weeks, Jaimie was also introduced to 
some very strong hashish. Angie had her smoke a little 
one night, and Jaimie went on to love the effect all 
the rest of the evening. It made even the little guys 
feel great to her. It made big guys ripple all kinds of 
unexplainably strong feelings from her pussy to her 
finger tips. She easily obtained some hashish to share 
with Dave, as well as to supply herself at work, just 
in case Angie wasn't around.

The transition from the third to the fourth week was 
eventful. Dave received news that he was admitted to 
business grad school at UNC. He had not been expecting 
to actually make it. But there it was, acceptance. And 
he needed to go back to the States and use the summer 
to prepare for the start of school in August. The news 
made the staging of the couple's return very complex. 
Since Dave did not qualify for any monetary assistance, 
he would need a great deal of money to pursue the grad 
school program. It was obvious to both Dave and Jaimie 
that they had stumbled into the proverbial 'gold mine' 
at Aardbei. 

Since Jaimie's very first day on the job, the income 
had been many times what they really needed. And it was 
more than any grad degree would ever earn. All during 
the last few weeks, the couple had discussed what to do 
with the surplus. They had plans of paying off debt 
back in the States, getting a new car perhaps, or even 
getting a house. 

In 'dollars' of the time period, Jaimie was doing 
extremely well. When the adventure started, all the 
little dream uses were to have been realized or expire 
within a restricted time period. There were early 
rules, like 'another four weeks maximum, then we 
leave'. Such rules seemed to no longer apply, now that 
the grad school costs entered into the equation. Dave 
was tempted to let Jaimie stay 'just a little bit 
longer'. That would certainly pack away the money. In a 
short period of time, Jaimie might even be able to pay 
off everything that would be incurred during all the 
years of grad school. So, they discussed the 
possibilities at length. 

It was decided that Dave would leave immediately, in 
order to set plans in motion. Registration, tuition, 
off campus housing, etc. would be difficult projects, 
and require time. Jaimie was extremely agreeable, and 
set herself up as the 'beyond comprehension' dutiful 
wife; not many husbands agreed to pimp out their wife 
in order to go to grad school. And it was so amazing 
that Jaimie was able to continue her truthfulness right 
up to the time that Dave boarded the plane. She let him 
know that she would try to have a very good time while 
they were apart. In fact, she let Dave know that she 
rather looked forward to continuing her 'whore' project 
for a while, and that she was getting rewards out of 
the experience that she never had expected. 

Dave finally became a little insecure."You still my 
buddy? And will be? No matter how 'fucked up' you get?" 
Though truly concerned, he could not help but laugh 
while delivering that last question.

"Oh, you never need to ask that Of course I am and will 
be your buddy. We have so much going besides the 
sexploits. You know that. But, I do promise to bring 
home some more nasty stories to tell you, perhaps late 
in the evenings, between studies." A wicked smile 
accompanied that last sentence.

Her pledge was happily received, then Dave packed, and 
caught his plane for the States that same evening. In 
the few days between being notified of his grad school 
acceptance, the application of their new plans, and 
then Dave leaving, Jaimie had told Kees that she was 
staying. 

He understood that the couple had plans back in the 
States. But, that, for a while, she could put in more 
hours at Aardbei. Kees and Jaimie agreed that she would 
maintain the same hours, but cycle three days on and 
one day off. Even the usually stoic Dutch Kees appeared 
very happy with the prospect. Any time he could hire a 
prize like Jaimie, it made points with the members and 
increased membership renewals; and then, their reports 
to their friends generated new memberships. The full 
time use of Jaimie was a blessing to Kees.

The success of the brothel was the highest priority. 
With that goal in mind, Kees hoped to take advantage of 
Jaimie's new isolation. Since her first few days on the 
job, he had wanted to expand her use and amplify her 
notoriety within the club. With Dave gone, and Jaimie 
focused on his club, he felt that he had the big 
chance. Kees immediately began thinking of how to make 
smooth and very legitimate excuses for extending her 
service. Before Jaimie worked her very first three day 
sequence, he had already started one plan in motion. 
For Jaimie's third night of work, he had arranged for 
Angie to have a standard night off, for Isabel to be 
out of the city and for Patty to be ill. That 
eliminated the three girls who, at least in recent 
history, had ever performed the 10 PM double 
penetration show.

On that third work day, Kees met Jaimie as she came out 
of one of the little fuck rooms at 9:45 PM. He appeared 
frantic. He told her that Angie and Isabel were off, 
that Patty was to have done the show, but that she had 
called in sick just 45 minutes ago. Kees pleaded with 
Jaimie to do the stage show, which was only 15 minutes 
away. With her in a state of startle, and her mouth 
open, with no sounds coming out of it, he quickly 
reminded her that the double fuck paid a separate 288 
dollars. 

After weighing her likes, dislikes, the need for money 
and her momentary bravery, she said that she thought 
that she might be able to survive one show with the two 
men. Kees feigned an over appreciation of her decision. 
The act was delivered with excellent technique, and 
grounded upon his experience as the ultimate pimp.

The fact that Kees scheduled all this to happen just 
before her day off was another non-accident. Which gets 
us back to Jaimie's assessment of what was going to 
happen to her. She suddenly began to remember Angie's 
descriptions of what it was like to be pummeled by the 
two giant African penises - sort of equivalent to two 
black logs being shoved in and out of her. Angie had 
said something about the first time being a long 
distance stretch. No ordinary pussy could stretch like 
what was required without 'some tears'. Angie had gone 
on to specify that these two very endowed men were a 
couple of the first major contributors to her big ass 
and big pussy. Though she did indicate that some sub 
nights at Slechts Groot finished her up; whatever that 
meant?

Jaimie was mad at herself for not remembering the 
details of Angie's report before she said yes to Kees. 
Jaimie rarely cursed, but about ten minutes before the 
show she was muttering wonderful little phrases like 
'Aw, shit', 'Damn', 'I'm gonna be sorry '.


Then, she switched back to her game personality, for 
she knew that she both needed to and really wanted to 
make the best of it. She brightened up a little, 
thinking of how she had told everyone that she liked 
large penises. Then she just as quickly crashed, 
thinking 'yeah, but not this large. And not two of the 
too big ones all at once'. She went to the dressing 
room and smoked a little chip of hash that was worth 
only two tokes. Jaimie was trying to calm down, as well 
as radically change the sensory input from her pussy. 

She could hear the music change to a funky fuck tune, 
raise in volume, and send bass notes thumping through 
the wall. In Jaimie's mind, the powerful thumps were 
overwhelming indicators of what was going to happen to 
her pussy and ass. 

Show Time

In her full frizz dressy hairdo, and wearing only a 
pair of stiletto black heels, she entered the lounge. 
The nearest customers and girls gave her a little 
applause, just to encourage her to continue her trek to 
the stage. Some of the girls, those few who really knew 
Jaimie, threw out cheers like, 'God, you're braver than 
I could ever be ', 'Why'd you tell him you'd do this?', 
'Remember to breath ', and 'Honey, I'll take some ice 
pops out the fridge, and have'em ready for you.'. 
Jaimie continued to the stage, in spite of such 
greetings. On the stage, the two black men had not 
waited. They had removed their own robes, and had 
already jacked themselves to full size. 

'Why do they look much bigger now, as compared to when 
I see them going in and out of Angie?' The club members 
and staff were all whistling and staggering their 
applause as Jaimie walked the 40 feet to the stage. 
Kees had all the lights turned on, with all the 
spotlights aimed at the mattress. 

The walk had looked like the xxx version of a Miss 
America pageant. But this winner was to be rewarded by 
a DP of huge black penises, rather than with the usual 
little crown. Still, this was a real beauty going to 
the stage. Everyone there got excited to see anyone new 
try these two guys; but some members had fantasized 
many times about Jaimie being the one up on stage. Kees 
had made it a point to invite Aardbei and Slechts Groot 
members who got intense rewards from voyeuristic 
activities, and their presence proved his premeditation 
over the last few days. The extra attendance also made 
Aardbei more than a little crowded.

Kees got on microphone back behind the counter and 
introduced 'Utumi' [11 inches] and 'Batuu' [12 inches] 
and 'our little Jaimie'.

Utumi and Batuu both reached out for Jaimie's hands, 
helped her up the small rise, took those little hands 
of hers and placed them directly on their penises. She 
began stroking both as they all spun around so that 
Jaimie was finally facing the crowd. She looked great 
that night. Great hair, tight body, those great dancer 
legs, which she used well during the spin around, and a 
bright smile. 

Oral had never been a part of the act, and she left it 
out, hoping to get through the 25 or so minutes of 
intense fucking that Angie normally went through. She 
concentrated on stroking and getting lube for everyone. 
She stroked more onto their shafts, as Utumi and Batuu 
poked some into Jaimie's pussy and ass. Jaimie motioned 
to Batuu and indicated 'a lot please ' He smiled, 
nodded and went back to the jar for seconds. 

The music was being turned back up very loud by Kees, 
as all three got their second or third coating. And 
Jaimie thought, well, this is it. She motioned for 
Utumi to sit on the mattress and face the crowd. He sat 
exactly where three spotlights overlapped. A very 
bright location. She let go of Batuu and moved over to 
Utumi, where she also faced the crowd and began to sit 
down on his vertical post. 

When the head slipped into her ass, she knew that she 
was in trouble. For it was a very tight passage. She 
had rarely doubled, and it was never done with 
something 11 inches long and 2.5 inches wide. And, in 
less than a half hour, this man wanted to stroke her 
freely and twist and grind as he bottomed out? She 
continued to slowly slide. Huffing and puffing and 
blowing as she went, she was about two thirds down onto 
Utumi, and being very tentative. 

Utumi and Batuu could easily forget who they were 
working on. Their most powerful memories were those of 
Angie's pussy and ass. And those items had already been 
made very loose by the two Africans. This beautiful 
Jaimie felt extremely tight to Utumi. With his duty to 
the club, and with this particular show in mind, he 
reached for her waist with his hands. Each hand covered 
half of Jaimie's pelvis, as he pulled back slightly and 
pressed her downward. She was breathing faster, and 
squealed loudly with each lower elevation. Utumi was 
over three fourths into her at that point.

With Jaimie in a sort of tripod, that is the front two 
legs balanced in a squat position with the third leg 
going up her rear, Batuu also felt the need to help. 
Besides it would look good to the crowd. While Utumi 
was pulling down on her pelvic area, Batuu went around 
to the front of Jaimie and looked into her red flushed 
face. From there, he reached out and down, placing his 
hands on her upper legs. That was exactly where Jaimie 
was getting all her power for sustaining her squat, 
right there in those quadriceps muscles. He pinched 
them a little, then massaged them deeply, trying to 
loosen them up. It was working, so Jaimie immediately 
grabbed for his shoulders. When she did that, Utumi 
pressed down hard and another inch or so went into her. 
She screamed. But with the loud music, it was not very 
audible.

When she grabbed Batuu's shoulders, he grabbed the 
quadriceps on both sides tightly. That caused them to 
completely release. And Jaimie slid squealing all the 
way to the base of Utumi. She then panted and gasped as 
she looked down and saw that his balls were flush with 
her bottom. The shaft had completely disappeared. Her 
pussy was pushed out and slightly opened by the action 
in her rear. And Batuu was eyeing it. Utumi was 
muttering something about how good she felt way up 
inside, as Batuu maneuvered to get at that pussy.

Utumi was not one of those softies in an ass. He went 
in hard as a rock, and stayed hard as a rock. That was 
something Batuu could always count on. Jaimie could 
feel Utumi jerking around up inside her rear as Batuu's 
penis was sliding through her front. Batuu's 12 incher 
was joining Utumi's 11 inch rod. By working at Aardbei, 
Jaimie had, at least, done some stretching of both her 
pussy and ass. But nothing prepared her for this. If an 
instructional animation was to have displayed a side 
view, it would have shown a straightened out and very 
stretched rectum that went up way beyond what nature 
intended. Then, joining it, would be a vaginal bag 
being poked lengthwise and joining the rectum in being 
about the same length, even though it is more strictly 
defined that vaginas are never supposed to go to those 
lengths.

But it took some work for Batuu to get that vagina 
fully stretched. Many deep pokes, some side twists, 
and, after a few minutes, his penis was buried in 
Jaimie. So that would have definitely been the last 
portion or climax of any educational animation display. 
Jaimie was grunting, squealing, huffing, puffing, well, 
sort of doing a little bit of everything. She had 
thrown her head back onto Utumi's chest, and, in turn, 
Utumi had reached up and wrapped his hands around 
Jaimie's chest. 

Each hand then grabbed a breast. Though ample for 
Jaimie, each one looked very small when mushed by a 
giant black hand. And mushed they were. He was 
squeezing very hard, pinching them off at their bases, 
and pushing everything forward. His hands then occupied 
the bases and laid directly upon her little ribs. That 
expelled every bit of breast tissue forward. What did 
this guy think poor Jaimie had, big zits that needed to 
be squeezed until they popped? Jaimie thought that 
might be what he intended.

However, both their penises were making the major 
headlines and getting Jaimie's attention. Her canals 
were filled till they were taunt. When filled like 
that, to make any more space, they would have to burst 
or at least somehow relieve the tension all around and 
make a truly larger diameter. Both her pussy and ass 
could more easily do the length. Although, the required 
longer pussy would need some lengthwise fiber tears. 
Those then could be put back by nature at the new 
length. The most dramatic adaptation for both Jaimie 
and the audience would involve her width. She was a 
'too tight' little thing, as compared to a more 
experienced person like Angie. In other words, 
'something had to give'.

Both men and Jaimie were all extremely well lubed. So, 
lack of such lube was not a contributing condition. 
Batuu and Utumi were able to start smoothly stroking 
Jaimie. But the width of each canal was literally 
pinching the assigned penis till it hurt. They 
naturally wanted to work less restrained, to develop a 
smoother, softer, more loose ass and pussy. Then they 
could even fuck those to still another level. 

As far as Batuu and Utumi were concerned, whether she 
had DP'd in the past or not, to them she was a virgin 
DP. And she would have to be dealt with as one. Utumi 
held on to those breasts as tightly as he could and 
pulled Jaimie to his chest, where her head rested well 
below his chin. Batuu held her wrists and stretched her 
arms out wide, pinning them to the mattress.

They began to fuck her hard, to loosen up things their 
way. She turned bright red in the face, grunted a lot 
and did a lot of 'whew' sounds. With the spotlights, 
the crowd had an excellent view of Jaimie's DP. They 
all watched closely as the too long and too wide black 
devices punched her, over and over... Just the image of 
the large stretch of her holes, and minor bleeding, was 
its own obscene event. 

Call it an advanced double cherry busting And the crowd 
loved it. This is what the invited voyeurs, and even 
minor sadists, came to see - an event that did not 
happen very often in civilized communities. The few 
other members in the room who did not fit those labels, 
well, they were transfixed too. All the kersloop, 
slush, snaps, pops, thumps, thuds and other plungering 
sounds could be heard coming out of Jaimie by those 
closest to the stage. Certainly, they could hear such 
things if Kees messed up and was slow to start the next 
musical selection.

But the visual was always outstanding. Sometimes the 
picture was filled by the two black men buried in 
'someone', with one creamy white beautiful leg going 
one direction and the other creamy white beautiful leg 
going the other direction. Tipped by the black heels, 
the legs and the African men made some great momentary 
designs and a rather continuous super erotic motion 
picture. Jaimie noticed that she could see Batuu 
working in her pelvis. That vision was worth an extra 
gasp. It was especially gasp worthy since both men were 
spending most of the time all the way inside her. 

It was the width work that was increasing. Twisting, 
grinding, pushing her insides round and round, all done 
from the muscular contractions of their tight pinched 
butts, forward through their pelvic muscles, and 
radiating the motion to the huge penis and its own 
muscles. Their penises then produced the waves that 
flowed from her pussy to the top of her head and to the 
bottom of her feet. That entire sequential process 
seemed to be working throughout each and every instant. 

While Kees did not allow members to take pictures, he 
did have his own photographer for special occasions, 
such as Jaimie's first stage show. That photographer 
was taking some great 35mm photos that would chronicle 
the process. Next for him to chronicle was a change in 
position. If a viewer was more than a few feet from the 
stage, it appeared as if Angie's accurately described 
'two logs' were being pulled out of Jaimie. Both were 
still rock hard and both forcefully sprang out into the 
open. When they did, those up front could see that both 
penises had gooey pink streaks throughout their 
lengths, with more of a red color at their bases.

Jaimie's chest and belly were still rising and falling 
with great speed, as she tried to get her breath. Utumi 
held her more softly, but still held her. He leaned 
forward, still holding a beautiful black haired woman 
who was only big enough to occupy his torso, and asked 
her to spread her legs for the crowd and pull open her 
pussy and ass. She actually was able to display a 
sincere relaxed smile to the lounge crowd, while she 
revealed that her pussy gaped with an open center that 
was between the size of a quarter and a half dollar. 
Her lips were all beet red and she had some minor 
bleeding just inside that open center. Her ass had an 
almost identical condition. Utumi let go of her chest 
and smacked the side of her butt slightly. That was her 
cue to move on.

She was turned away from the audience as she sat back 
down on Utumi. This time his penis got her pussy. Batuu 
got her ass. In that more common position, both worked 
their way back in quickly and began a real intense 
double of Jaimie. Kees had an even nastier funkier tune 
going, and had turned the volume up so much that the 
bass could be felt outside in the street. Both Africans 
got a smooth sawing rhythm going. Jaimie was having a 
hard time keeping her senses. It wasn't the hashish as 
much as it was the physical pounding. There were times 
where she was sure that either her rectum or pussy 
would break open. But, in reality, neither was close to 
doing that; of course, Jaimie knew of no such safety 
margin. She convinced herself that she did know one 
thing for certain, and that was that Angie was 'one 
hell of a tough red head' 

The normally controlled and hard to impress crowd was 
constantly yelling, whistling and generally being 
obnoxious. They had one of the most beautiful girls to 
ever work at Aardbei, up on that stage, having her 
holes reamed out to a new gauge. It took hard stuff to 
entertain this crowd, and this was hard stuff. But the 
show was still building.

Another 10 minutes into Jaimie and her treatment, and 
Utumi and Batuu almost simultaneously decided to just 
'let go' and 'let Jaimie have it' in the same manner 
and degree as Angie normally 'took it'. They pumped 
faster, hitting bottom each time, while they held her 
waist tightly; Jaimie was held so tightly that her 
pussy and ass were the only parts that were allowed to 
move against the Africans' maximum grind and stretch. 
The men reached their peak just as the song reached its 
peak. 

When they came, their penises twitched and gushed, 
sending poor Jaimie into spasms. The cum squirted out 
the sides of her ass and pussy. Mostly creamy, but with 
some red streaks. Batuu slowly pulled out of her ass. 
His penis still oozed cum out its tip, with the first 
half of his shaft rubbed raw, while its base was more 
red than earlier. Her ass had a large bright red hole 
for an opening; around the edges of the hole were small 
rough areas of deeper red.

When Utumi pulled his penis out, it looked similar, 
except the head was still jerking and the upper third 
of the penis was flushed with his own particular deep 
internal peach/orange/pink/red/ multi-tone coloration. 
Exactly like Batuu, Utumi, from his tip to about 
halfway down his shaft, was rubbed raw. The rawness of 
both penises represented the cost of trying to soften 
Jaimie's tough meat. Jamie's present condition was 
better indicated by the lower portion of Utumi's shaft, 
where his balls, and, even his groin, dripped a gooey 
pink mix. Her labia were fire engine red, her center 
was a large ragged hole, and the rough edges that 
surrounded that irregular hole were a more moist beet 
red. 

The two Africans expected Jaimie to act like a pro, and 
she did not disappoint them. Both took her hands and 
helped her fly up to a standing position, then, after 
checking each other's faces for the cue, all three 
simultaneously took a ridiculously over dramatic bow. 
Or was it just appropriate in this case? The lounge 
crowd chuckled while applauding with a new vigor. 
Having watched Angie many times, Jaimie knew what her 
next move was supposed to be. She spun around , aiming 
her rear toward the crowded lounge. She bent over, put 
her face all the way down to knee level, and then 
looked between her legs into the upside down crowd. Her 
hands moved from their original positions, just below 
and behind the knees, up to her butt cheeks, where they 
spread those cheeks wide. 

Perhaps it was because Angie started out each show with 
larger, more relaxed holes, but Jaimie was much 
brighter red than Angie usually was. Jaimie's were not 
closing quickly; rather, both holes stayed wide open. 
One or two moist red drips came from the membrane that, 
now, only partially framed the gaping entrance into her 
vagina. Both holes were similar in size to Angie's, 
probably because the same reaming tools had been used 
on them. Of course, the sizes of Angie's holes were 
permanent, and Jaimie's were not...well, not yet.

While Jaimie showed the crowd how much damage such a 
fucking can do, the guys were putting their robes on 
and moving toward the dressing area. Night after night 
the two Africans got to fuck some of the most beautiful 
women in the world. For over seven months, they had 
double worked girls for Kees. Their pay was never 
stated, but it seemed enough to live in Amsterdam and 
still send money home to their many wives and families. 
Their dedication to such work was duly noted. They were 
so stoic in their presentation that it was hard to tell 
when they were really having a good time. But, tonight, 
they really did enjoy tearing into the knockout 
American girl. As Batuu was leaving the stage, he made 
an impression on Jaimie by bending down to her level 
and flatly stating, "I look forward to next time." Out 
of character; in fact, something that Batuu had never 
said before.

Jaimie stretched up, with her legs straddling one of 
his, and kissed Batuu on the cheek. A just as strange 
reply, from a woman, who many outside of this sub-
culture might have considered an object of sexual 
abuse. As he walked away, he seemed embarrassed, but 
pleased by that kiss. Amazing...comfortable with 
grotesquely powerful fucking in front of everyone, but 
embarrassed by a kiss? 

Jaimie went to the dressing room where she gladly 
accepted a couple of plastic enclosed ice pops, lubed 
them up separately and inserted them, "Aaaaah..."

Kees stepped into the room and handed Jaimie an 
envelope, "That was great kid. Really great. It was 
more than any normal show, and it was shared by a lot 
more people than usual. We should even develop some 
great photos of tonight. What I am trying to say is 
that you deserve a better reward. You can leave right 
now, and take this home. Uh, you might do some of those 
healing douches that you have told me about." Smiles. 
"Have a nice day off."

Kees added, an 'acting out' of his thanks for her 
substitution, a dramatization of his attempt to get the 
regulars back as soon as possible, and a pledge to get 
his own act together. Just as Jaimie was accepting his 
apology of excuses, he went on to say that it was nice 
to have 'someone additional who could do the show just 
in case'. She was momentarily exasperated by that last 
assumption, that is, until she looked into the 
envelope. There was her pay for the two guys that she 
did before the show, and, not the double, but a 
quadruple pay for the show. So, there at 9 PM and 
dressed and leaving at 11:00 PM. But she better 
understood his statement of many weeks ago, that 'some 
girls just do the show and leave'. Jaimie was thinking 
that only a rare person like Angie might even be able 
to consider continuing on into the night after such a 
show.

In keeping with his image as an excellent prostitute 
fisherman, Kees effectively reeled her out by getting 
Angie and the others back during the next week, 
assigning shows and other extreme duties to them, and 
letting Jaimie do the more ordinary clients. And then 
he hit her with another request to do the show, this 
time under the guise of her popularity. Applying 
flattery and another quadruple bonus got Jaimie to do 
her second 10 PM show with the Africans. 

Once again, Kees's special invitations to special 
members resulted in a crowded Aardbei. Unknown to 
Jaimie, Kees had asked the boys to not show the 
restraint that they showed at first and to stretch out 
the display and give Jaimie another ten minutes of 
fucking. Then, over the next two weeks, Kees was able 
to have Jaimie do the show four times (with each show 
slightly longer than the one before it). He really was 
having Jaimie reamed out, to prepare for some of his 
new plans for her.

Jaimie heard from Dave frequently. She knew that he was 
actually enrolled in the grad school now, had picked 
out his Fall classes and had a nice little place just 
off campus. But, those obtained goals just seemed to 
require maintenance money that would make the actual 
savings for future goals a slower process. On her own, 
Jaimie had come to the conclusion that, at least, 
another six weeks at Aardbei would be necessary. In 
addition to telling Dave that she should stay, at 
least, another six weeks, she did update him on her 
sexual adventures. Although, for some reason, she left 
out her new services that included some of the 10 PM 
shows. She really was unable to explain, even to 
herself, why she left out such information. She just 
did.

When Dave left, Kees had not only initiated a plan for 
Jaimie to do the 10 PM show. He began several other 
plans within the following several weeks. One plan 
started only three days ago, with a simple phone call 
to one of his most affluent Slechts Groot members. His 
name was Arman. Arman had both a unique physical 
attribute and unusually kinky sexual pursuits. When he 
heard of Jaimie, Arman arranged to leave his business 
affairs as quickly as he could and travel the hundreds 
of miles to Amsterdam.

On yet another third night of work for Jaimie, Kees had 
once again arranged a major shocker. Arman arrived in 
the city earlier in the evening and, after registering 
at his upscale hotel, came directly over to Aardbei. It 
was about 10 PM when Kees introduced Arman to Jaimie. 
He needed to do little else. Though he did leave Jaimie 
with an indication that she take her time, 'all the 
time you need', with Arman. 

Arman was a muscular black from upper France. He tried 
to combine business trips to Amsterdam with visiting 
Aardbei. If there was no business excuse, then he just 
visited Amsterdam for Aardbei. He trusted Kees and the 
high standards of Aardbei. This trip? This trip was one 
hundred percent because of Jaimie. He believed that 
Jaimie was exactly what he was looking for: a beautiful 
white American, who was married, new to the business 
and with a pussy that he could ream out.

Arman did not worry about the social graces or booth 
visits. He took Jaimie straight to one of the larger 
rooms. There was loud R&B music out in the lounge, and 
Arman asked if she felt comfortable doing just a short 
little dance to it. He wanted her to show off her body, 
while he sat on the edge of the bed. He, of course, did 
not know that Jaimie was a real trained dancer. Her 
perfectly timed bumps and slithering movements were 
even better than what he had in mind. He may have 
allowed her one song, but that was all he could take. 
He grabbed her and pulled off her only article of 
clothing, her thong, and told her that he thought she 
was lovely. She sincerely thanked him and thought that 
they were going to proceed straight into action. But, 
surprisingly to Jaimie, he just wanted her to sit 
beside him and talk for a while.

It turned out that his head trip included getting to 
know the girl, know all about someone like a boyfriend, 
fiancee or husband and figure out the exact 
relationship between the girl and that other person. He 
then would love to use the knowledge gained for some 
verbal and mental S&M that was more in the mastering 
category. It was as if he was trying to do a mental and 
physical change to the girl, finally fucking the 
daylights out of the girl as he got her to admit things 
that were nasty about herself, her relationship or 
perhaps even demeaning to her male friend. 

With his straight ahead inquiries, it really did not 
take him long to find out a lot about the young 
American couple. He soon learned about how Jaimie met 
Kees and how she started at Aardbei. More personal 
quizzing revealed Dave's 6 inch equipment. Arman still 
had his clothes on. And she felt a little uncomfortable 
when he asked about the sizes that she was beginning to 
prefer during her work. She was unsure whether her 
answer would make him feel better or worse about his 
own penis. But he pressed the issue strongly, and 
wanted her to tell her true feelings. The appeal 
reminded her of Dave's requests, and she found it easy 
to comply with.

Jaimie told him how she was being very entertained by 
all the extreme variations. She described, in detail, 
her positive experiences with the larger penises. He 
even got the information about how small Dave had felt 
to her after work. It was at this point when Arman 
learned that Dave had returned to the USA, and that 
Jaimie was enjoying her Aardbei experiences and, 
literally, cuming more than ever. Instead of feeling 
bad about that, she admitted getting a sort of a kinky 
reward by thinking about her husband being gone as 
strange men fucked her with such intensity and with 
such great equipment. 

And she wondered, "Did that help? I mean, was that what 
you wanted to know?"

"Jaimie, I get this feeling that this has been more 
than for money. You describe a sort of sexual awakening 
that has occurred in short order. Or is it older than 
that?" The last was said with a lilt that Jaimie could 
only interpret as jovial acknowledgement.

"Yeah, I had wondered about the business even before my 
dancing. But the dance really put me 'on stage'. The 
pick up lines increased big time with the dancing. And, 
of course, I saw other dancers who really used dance to 
attract customers for other activities. So, I at least 
wondered. And the more pure sex part of it? Marrying 
Dave did not stop me from thinking about other men. I 
often wondered what it would be like to have sex with 
those other men. Well, I guess that have to say that 
Kees's club is letting me experience what was a 
fantasy. And, on average, at least here, it has been 
better than I thought it would be. Much better."

Arman was pleased to hear her attitude. He sat there 
with his arm around Jaimie, as he began to explain a 
little about his turn on: that it involved new and 
beautiful women who enter the business, that just like 
silly young boys who feel a strange accomplishment 
about busting cherries, he loved catching a beginning 
prostitute, that he loved the conflict between marriage 
vows and pure sex, and, for lack of any better term, he 
loved cuckolding the husband along with the permission 
and participation of the wife.

Jaimie thought that she might have understood the first 
part of what he said. She was still weighing the stuff 
about cuckolding, as he stood up and began unbuttoning 
his shirt. He very purposefully stood with the zipper 
of his baggy trousers directly in front of Jaimie's 
face. Her reaction to assist was immediate. As she 
undid his belt and first started the zipper down, she 
noted no underwear. Down a little more and a loud gasp 
came from Jaimie. And he smiled with pride as he 
finished taking off the shirt.

She had found the biggest penis that she had ever seen. 
And recently, she thought that she had seen and felt 
some really big ones through her services at Aardbei. 
But this was 'something else'. It was obvious why Arman 
wore no underwear. This man seriously had to allow for 
his penis to drop down a pant leg. What she saw did not 
appear to be hard. Yet, it dangled down at least eleven 
to twelve inches, and was about two and a quarter 
inches wide all the way to its tip. It had notably 
large veins that protruded in many directions 
throughout its length. Her immediate thoughts were 'If 
Arend could play a very good doggy with his special 
penis, then Arman could play a pony with this.'

"Jaimie, I wanted to actually talk more. It is just 
that I thought you should see my size before we did any 
more of that talk." And he took off his shoes, socks 
and removed the pants. Now, he was more nude than 
Jaimie; admittedly, there wasn't much difference in 
degree, yet, she did still have high heels on. And he 
sat down beside her.

"Arman. Let me guess. You normally go across the hall 
to Slechts Groot?"

"Ah, you've figured out that Kees is not being biased 
against either side. And you may have also figured out 
that Slechts Groot members can go anywhere that they 
want. The little guys just can't come over to our side. 
To go over there, you need both the size and a lot more 
money. Those are the discriminatory rules that Kees set 
up on purpose. It's just that every once in a long 
while, someone like you lands over here at Aardbei. 
And, when that happens, I want to start my project as 
soon as possible. Yes, I can see you are more curious 
than ever about what I am trying so hard to tell you."

While he was speaking, Jaimie very slowly reached over 
to his huge penis. She began to fondle it, primarily to 
see what it might look like full. Arman told her that 
was sweet, but that he usually did not do well till he 
got silly stuff like explanations completely behind 
him. As she continued to hold on to him, he tried to 
speed up the verbal. An 'OK. 'Out with it' mentality 
took over'.

And he began to explain that his trip was to find a 
beautiful beginner like Jaimie. He always hoped for the 
girl to have a fiancee or husband. And then he would 
slowly make her pussy his shape. It would take multiple 
visits. And he and Jaimie would share their real 
thoughts about what was happening to her and, in turn, 
what would happen to her husband. Just as he believed 
she was truthful in telling him her Amsterdam visit 
details and her preference for the bigger penises, he 
wanted her to also feel free to tell him other things 
when the two of them got together. Things that might 
stimulate both of them. Oh, and he promised to be very 
slow and easy during this first night of sex. 

One thought of the moment that he did not immediately 
share with Jaimie was how much he desired that she be 
in his list of girls; that list that now comprised over 
thirty beautiful young women, each who might be thought 
of as one of his special harem. For, when he saw any of 
those women, he was proud that every one of them now 
carried a vagina that, at least, had his shape and 
size. Oh, perhaps, if she worked at Slechts Groot, her 
organ might be bigger. But if a girl stayed at a 
brothel like Aardbei, or, say, quit the business, then 
it could be said that her 'pussy was forever Arman's'. 
That was the kink, the absolute or ultimate 
satisfaction, for Arman. He intended to only mention 
that lust to Jaimie after he had the process well under 
way.

"Can you be very careful with this?" And Jaimie held up 
approximately a third of Arman.

"Yes, Jaimie. I can, as you say, be 'very careful'. I 
am interested in far beyond tonight."

She said nothing. Rather she got serious about stroking 
him. Pulling, extending and generally seeing what would 
develop within her hands. When his talking seemed done, 
she did note that it began to grow again. And she 
intended to help it with her jacking. As well, she bent 
over to lick on its head. That seemed to help a lot. It 
was growing more than she thought that it would. 
Finally, what was jacked up to full hardness was a real 
monster. She understood the preparatory talk better 
now. For, in her hands was a real 14.25 inches in 
length and 2.75 inches in width. It weighed many pounds 
and was very hard.

She looked up at his face, "I don't think I will ever 
be able to take this."

"You will be able to, Jaimie. But, as I told you, I 
intend to go slowly. I, more than anyone, realize what 
is necessary and how to do it. May I try?"

"Yes. You may try. I was really never going to say no." 
With that said, she stroked with more strength, and 
increased her rate a great deal. While she worked on 
Arman, Jaimie thought about what she had in her hands. 
At least mentally, she acknowledged that she 'had not 
been forewarned about something this big'. Once, Dave 
had shown her an old black and white 16mm film of a guy 
considered abnormally large or 'a freak'. The film made 
its stag party rounds based on the man's size. Arman 
was bigger 

While Jaimie worked on him, he returned the favor by 
massaging her with lubricant and doing extended slow 
stretches of her pussy. Many of those stretches, of 
course, more than momentarily interrupted Jaimie's 
effort. But the two were working together well as a 
team. As they worked up, he would periodically quiz her 
about sex life details. Things like her husband's size 
almost had to be topics. He wondered if she and her 
husband had talked about what would happen to beautiful 
Jaimie's pussy, if she became, then continued to be, a 
pro for a duration of say, perhaps many months.

She told him that they had discussed the topic a lot. 
That they had detailed many such fantasies during their 
own sex. And she made joking reference to what she had 
in her hands as being beyond Dave's fantasies about 
what his wife might fuck 'on the job'. She added that 
'by the way', she did love her job. Her sweet smile 
instantly made the change into a rounded 'Oh' look, 
when Arman seemed to have hit the spot with his 
fingers.

After each massaged the other for a while longer, Arman 
suggested that Jaimie lay on her back. And before he 
started, he reminded her that Kees knew this was going 
to be nice and slow. That is why Arman would be her 
last customer of the day. Then he Vaselined her up 
again and jacked a heavy amount up and down his shaft. 
Then, just as he had promised, he started into her 
slowly. After all the work up tonight, Arman was 
attempting to put at least over 12 of his inches into 
Jaimie, while spreading her over 2.75 inches wide; and 
that, quite seriously, was a conservative estimate. 
Jaimie started breathing heavy and readying herself, 
well, as much as she could. She could only theorize 
about ever having a baby, so it was fair to also 
theorize about what his penis could do to her, 'is this 
sort of like having a baby put back into you?'.

Slow smooth stretching continued. So slow that many 
minutes would go by with him at a certain goal post, 
thus, allowing her pussy time to fully expand without 
shock. And that surprised Jaimie, for she felt his 
monstrous size, but not as a pain. She just felt it as 
the smooth stretch, filling and over-filling. 
Everything in her pelvis was being carefully moved out 
of the way as Arman proceeded. Jaimie had proven that 
she could take 11 to 12 inch penises during the 10 PM 
show. But the extra two to three inches in length, and 
almost another whole inch in width, was, at least 
temporarily, really going to stretch her to a new 
extreme.'Right down to her very fiber' took on new 
meaning for Jaimie.

Every few minutes, Jaimie would shudder. Sometimes that 
became a complete orgasm. Sometimes it led right into 
another shudder or gasp. 'Impale' is really the 
appropriate word for what was being done to Jaimie. 
Arman intended to take each movement to the limit of 
pleasure. Occasionally, he knew he needed to exceed 
that limit, so that she could go back to receiving even 
more pleasure later. He needed her vagina to stretch to 
his basic motionless size before he could ever hope to 
stroke her with it. He was very patient and persistent. 
She did keep stretching. 

Gasping, panting, she looked down at her belly and saw 
a smooth mound up to her belly button. In her case, 
about
6 to 7 inches in from her opening. A very fast, almost 
Valley Girl of the era, delivery, "Oh, ma God "

Such sayings were not normal for her. But, then, this 
was not a normal situation. He just grinned and pressed 
on. 

"Ugh, ummmm, huff, puff, huff, puff", was the peak of 
her usual vocabulary during the process. But. Arman 
certainly did want more than that out her. When he got 
her stuck on him real well, he had planned to have a 
little conversation with her Before he talked with her, 
he needed to work at least a couple more inches into 
her. To help with that, he decided that it was time to 
start the first twisting and reaming motions. Those 
immediately made Jaimie gasp and cry out. So, he slowed 
down again, but then started right into twisting once 
again. In that way, he was able to start a smooth 
circular twist. 

The twisting and a little forward push got him another 
couple of inches into her. Jaimie looked down at her 
belly again and saw the mound extending above her belly 
button. She put her hand on her belly and felt along 
the hard protrusion. That just shocked her more, and, 
in turn, led to still another cum for Jaimie. Arman 
would occasionally twitch his connection with Jaimie. 
'Oh, wow ' would be the typical response by Jaimie.

He looked down at her red cheeks, bright wide eyes, and 
open mouth. "How does that feel, Jaimie?'
 
"You know that you don't even have to ask Just 
wonderful. Ugh. Oh. Uh. Oh. Oh. Oh... w_o_n_d_e_r_f_u_l 
!"

He bent over her, with his mouth down to her right ear, 
arched and pushed forward his pelvis. More of him went 
in.

And he whispered in her ear, asking if she like being 
so connected. She told him how she loved the feeling, 
how she loved him being so deep inside her, and that no 
one had ever been so deep inside her. As she said such 
things, Arman would twitch or twist, as if to help her 
emphasize her delivery, to help her put even more 
emotion into each statement. It always increased the 
dynamics of the statement. Sometimes, it was so obvious 
that she would break into a chuckle or straight out 
laugh after one of his physical punctuations.

He asked, "If your husband were in Amsterdam, would he 
want to have sex with you tonight?"

"Ah, eeeeeee, Oh, god. Yeah, he'd want to."

Arman stayed in her while he took her left ankle and 
pulled it up above his shoulders, turning her on her 
right side. Then he put it in as deep as he could with 
her in that scissors position. He was cautious, knowing 
very well that it was easy to go deeper in that 
position. Keeping more than a few inches outside, he 
ground a little and spent time stretching her width. 
After 10 or so minutes of working her on her side, he 
rolled her over onto her belly. He then picked up her 
rear, pulled it out towards him, placed her knees up 
under her chest, and proceeded to enter her doggy, or, 
as she had earlier thought about his equipment, perhaps 
more like in a pony style.

He twisted and reamed, but got no further in, for the 
moment. He had given her over 50 minutes of slow 
stretching in those other positions. And he actually 
was losing a little of his extreme control; he was 
wanting to stroke and build to a cum of his own. Yet, 
he still wanted to be careful with her. There was more 
than minor frustration in proceeding with his balancing 
act.

He flipped her onto her back, returning to the 
missionary position that he started with. But, now she 
really was more stretched, and he was hoping that she 
could take some real fucking. At this stage, she was 
also pretty 'wild' about what was happening to her. His 
thought was, that if he went back to a little talk, he 
might maintain his control for a short while longer. At 
the same time, he was looking to take advantage of her 
'wild' and set her up for rewarding him more at a later 
time.

He slowed down again. With almost no movement, he asked 
more detail on how Dave had felt to her when she went 
home after fuckings at Aardbei. He was pleasantly 
surprised how quickly she replied that she sometimes, 
at least for brief moments, did not even feel Dave. 
Jaimie qualified that by specifying that he was not 
wide enough to, at all times, rub both sides of her 
vagina. And that his length already was unable to reach 
the top of her vagina.

"Mmmmmm. Ooooooh. Geez... Yours feels so fantastic. I 
could really get spoiled."

"Better than average?" A silly smile, and for the first 
time in a minute or so, he pushed in. 

After she squealed, she regained her composure enough 
to answer. "Oh, god... There is no comparison. Yours is 
fantastic. A different world "

"Would you tell your husband that?"

"Sure "

"Would you like for me to come and visit you here 
again?" He tenses and expands a little.

"Oh, yes. Oh. Uh. Oooooh. Yes. Yes. Yes "

"I really love hearing that." Now, he had it in her 
deeper than ever. His thickness made getting in a 
little over 11 inches a real accomplishment. Yet, there 
still was over three more inches outside of her. 

Arman tensed again and literally slid Jaimie up the 
sheet an inch or two by pushing against her pussy. With 
that move, she came a lot, arched and quivered 
throughout her muscles. To her, the feeling was just 
overwhelmingly powerful. Jaimie's body reacted in an 
entirely differently manner than she was used to it 
doing. For with Arman stuck so deeply and tightly into 
her, it was just impossible for her to not cum. He 
started his first real stroking.

Only moving in and out a couple of inches, still he was 
stroking. And she was attempting to move into some 
regular breathing rhythm. At the same time, she began 
to oscillate her pelvis to help accommodate Arman. Her 
hands finally broke away from their grip on the sheet 
and began massaging his shoulders. The couple was, 
quite literally, getting it all together. In an attempt 
to both proceed on their project of getting it into her 
and to obtain her immediate attention, he used the 
moment to push in straight ahead deep again, and keep 
pushing. A fast startle type gasp came out of Jaimie's 
mouth. 

He kept it in tight and asked, "Do you remember what I 
said that I love to do to a very few beginners?"

She nodded her head between rapid breathes. He stopped 
moving, and detailed for her the rest of his special 
fuck trip. He finally told her about the 30 plus 
beautiful women, who he can think of or see again, and 
absolutely know that their vaginas are the shaped like 
his own penis. She looked down at her belly, saw the 
mound now extending above her belly button, and she 
pressed down upon her belly and the massive penis 
beneath. Her face displayed a little anxious smile, a 
slightly worried brow, and the bright green eyes that 
focused directly on Arman's face. He moved a little. 

"Oh. Oh. Oh."

"I know that you have been here at Aardbei only a 
matter of weeks. But do you think that you can already 
say what you like and want out of just the sex alone?" 
And he twitched within her. The equivalent of an 
internal wink?

"I know what I like That you just did is in the list."

Smiling, "As it was meant to be." And he did a couple 
of more as rewards. 

Very serious, "Like with asking for a date to the prom 
or to some other type of sweet 'normal' engagement, I 
put off. I hesitate. OK, so now I will ask. Will you 
become one of my girls?"

She looked back down at her belly and blew a couple of 
big exhales. "Oh, yeah..."

"Sure?" He stroked with a couple of radically different 
four to five inch slides. He watched her surprised 
face. "You know your husband will be smaller than ever 
to you." And he stroked her with five to six inch 
thrusts.

"He said he wanted me to do it." She really squealed 
with one of his last that hit deep. "He seems turned 
on. He knows I am getting big men."

And then he really fucked her for about five minutes. 
Still working with three inches outside of her, he 
seemed to be accomplishing a lot for her. Much ooohing 
and aaahing and cuming that hit notable peaks.

"'Sure' means I make your pussy mine. OK?"

"OK Make it..."

And he twisted and ground and hit as deep as he thought 
he could get away with at that moment. She screamed 
loudly. His movements made some small stretching tears 
in her inner ring. It was just a minor demonstration 
for her. He wanted her to know that 'change' really 
meant change. And though her eyes went wide and a 
tender shock came across her face, she had an 
interesting response.

"Well, I feel that you have started. Uh. Uuuuh. 
Aaaaaaaah. Seems... for... 'sure'... now."

"A little more my size every time I do that, Jaimie." 
And he pushed in another inch. So, at that moment, she 
had, over the last forty-five minutes, been expanded to 
take the proverbial 12 inches of penis (though, of 
course, Arman had more to give). Twelve inches long and 
two and three quarters wide was an established size now 
for Jaimie's vagina. It was a fact. 

He took that much penis and began fucking her. Long 
powerful strokes, big twists, big grinding, with more 
rubber band type snapping of her excessively stretched 
interior. And an awful lot of screaming, panting, and 
blowing, along with new body actions by Jaimie. Now her 
pelvis was coming up to meet Arman, at least to the 12 
inch dipstick level. And her hands moved down Arman's 
back to rest on his buttocks. During rare moments, she 
had the bravery to give a very light pull in of his 
hips . At other times, her hands flipped up and away, 
as if to indicate 'hands off' 'that was deep enough'.

This had been quite a super turn on for Arman. The 
prospect, now probability, that he had a new beautiful 
project. So many times over the last hour or so, he had 
diverted his mind from who he was inside. All, just 
that he might make it through tonight's beginning. Now 
he let himself feel what he had stretched so very well. 
Now, any depth or width improvement was only due to 
being 'carried away'. And he did become slightly 
carried away. Another five minutes of 'sloop', 
'schmack', 'pop', 'snap', and he came with force. 

With that last thrust into her, Jaimie could feel the 
hot jizz, the jerks, and the extra pulsating. Her body 
jerked in turn, quivered more than ever, and came in 
multiples. One on top of another, on top of then 
another, then exhaustion. He laid down on his elbows, 
face to face with her, gave her some gentle kisses, and 
left his still twitching penis inside her. He was in no 
hurry to remove it, and she was in no hurry to have him 
remove it.

"What will you tell your husband about what we just 
did?"

"Oh, that it was very nasty." She looked at his face 
for feedback. Jaimie wanted to reward him a lot, for 
she really did want him to come back, and finish the 
job. "That it was the best..."

When he softened slightly and slowly withdrew, she 
immediately had this new sensation of her large vagina. 
She thought of it as a 'kinky' empty space 'right up 
through the middle'. Physical, yes. Symbolic? With his 
absence, she was able to focus a little, enough to 
remember what was of major importance for Arman. Now, 
he might like to hear an admission from her. 

"Arman, I never, in my wildest dreams, thought that I 
would ever make such a quick, raw, sexual decision. It 
is just not like me. But nothing else recently is 'like 
me' either. And no sex in my life was anything like 
what just happened. What I am trying so hard to say is, 
I would love to be one of your girls."

"'Arman' is a very happy man " And the powerful black 
man beamed a sweet 'thankful' look. "We will get better 
and better...and...better; I promise "

Her immediate thoughts about his statement involved the 
'My God''just trying to imagine' type of fantasy. But, 
then, tonight proved that she could, well, almost 
adapt. It probably would happen. She looked down at his 
penis. Softening for him, but still bigger than anyone 
she'd ever seen. 'That was in me?' Her thoughts 
answered her own question with a resounding, 'Yeeesss 
Well, most of it...anyway.' Did she think it was queer, 
kinky, too far out? Her feeling was that guys, who 
would say that it was too kinky, well, they must just 
feel inadequate. 'And they should...'

And girls? Girls who would say that or even be 
horrified? To Jaimie, any such women were just hiding 
from life experiences; how could they understand 
something that they would never try? Put down another 
woman who did try? Whoa, that sounded like envy to 
Jaimie. Jaimie could understand that emotion would be 
the proper one to apply toward her, as she was fucked 
by someone from an exceptionally rare group of men. To 
Jaimie, all the questionable big time fucking was very 
appropriate, and was something she would very much want 
to do again, and again, and again. 

Jaimie finished sitting up, reached out and grabbed 
Arman's penis behind its head, pulled it to her mouth 
and milked out a last drop of cum. She licked it up 
with the tip of her tongue, looked up at Arman's face, 
took her tongue back into her mouth, grinned, licked 
her lips and grinned some more. As she finished the lip 
show, she looked down to see that she was putting on 
another show, since globs of red streaked cum were now 
draining out of her wide open pussy. That only reminded 
her of what she had felt over the last hour, and just 
how impressive this meeting had been. Oh, of course, 
the draining scene did also verify the over stretching 
of Jaimie.

She knew that she could generate more meetings by 
acknowledging Arman's interests; she had not forgotten 
his macho male fantasy. And it was obvious to Jaimie 
that the fantasy was of obsessive importance to him. 
She admitted to herself, that he would be shocked to 
know how much of that kind of S&M bent that they had in 
common.

"Hearing what you said earlier about 'your girls', it 
seems that it would please you for me to make shameful 
statements to Dave and others. If I could do it, what 
would you want me to promise to 'admit' to all those 
kinds of people? I mean, when you are back in France, 
just say, to turn you on while you are there, what 
would I be saying back here? Arman, you never know. I 
may have been getting ready to say some the very same 
things on my own."

"I would rather you say what you want to say, what you 
would think would be fun to say, what you really feel. 
That is the nastiest turn on of all for me."

"Well, I have already told Dave that he is small 
compared to most of my clients. Hmmm...in your case, I 
really have to think of him as tiny. Sort of like a 
contrast of a little six year old child's nubby little 
penis to a grown man's penis. Dave even has a kink of 
his own, where he asks me to play a sort of ball buster 
girl for him." 

Arman came out of the little bathroom, wiping his penis 
one last time with a wash cloth. Jaimie smiled when she 
watched him try to stuff it into his trousers. "Just 
like in one of Dave's own fantasies, I could tell him 
about his 'nubby little child's penis' as it contrasted 
to your real man's 'hunk of burning love'. Sorry, I do 
like the Elvis song and needed to say that But, really, 
I could enjoy doing that. For some reason, in the past, 
he's even been turned on by stuff like that."

"Oh, I would be so proud of your nastiness. That a wife 
would say that to her own husband. Delightful. And you 
would tell him that when?" He said that last with his 
head cocked sideways and his eyes fixed on her face. It 
was as good as any baiting maneuver.

"I will tell him when he tries to put it into my well 
stretched pussy. How's that for timing?"

"That is a nice filthy thought. But what if he wanted 
more than his fantasy answer? What if he asked you to 
actually tell him the truth?"

Her gutsy act came to a screeching halt. She needed to 
stop and give this some thought. "I, uh, um, er, I 
could really tell him that I 'really feel that way'. 
Really."

"But Jaimie, Dave is no longer here. And by the next 
time that you see him, your pussy will be only for 
large men. You will only have to tell him how you 
decided to let me help make it so large. And that it 
was the proverbial 'done deal'."

She looked down at the large amount of goo between her 
legs and at her splayed red labia. Then she felt her 
opening. It was large. One of her fingers could enter 
without touching either wall of her vagina. She knew 
that it would close a lot after Arman was gone; still, 
at the moment, it was a most impressive gaping space. 
Thinking of Dave's penis, she remembered that he was 
exactly as wide as two of her fingers. So, Jaimie 
reached back down to her pussy. This time, she stuck 
two fingers in her opening. Holding them in the center, 
neither finger brushed a vaginal wall.

Arman had been watching all these maneuvers and was 
curious. "What in the world are you thinking Jaimie?"

"Oh, nothing important, just calculating."

"When you are back in the USA, will Dave allow you to 
find men with large penises?"

"After the way that he has talked about his own 
fantasies, after his encouragement to work here, and 
after my income has supported his schooling, he had 
better. We were swingers back in North Carolina, and he 
is just going to have to stay with it. He can allow me 
to find the bigger guys, while he finds a girl with a 
pussy the size of a small finger." She could not help 
but laugh after saying that last nasty remark. "Anyway, 
don't worry about that USA future domestic life. Worry 
about over here and now. Like, how often will you be 
dropping by to fuck me?" Jaimie was flashing a very 
broad smile.

The realization that he had a committed nasty little 
sex partner produced a satisfied smile on his face. 
"Sooner than I had originally planned. I will try to 
drop by several times a week for a while."

She looked back down at and reached to feel her damaged 
pussy. "Uh, if you are able to arrange your visits, at 
least until I get used to your size, can you arrange 
them just before my day off? You know, apparently like 
today was arranged by Kees " 

He patted her head, brushed her cheek, fluffed her 
slightly squashed hairdo and gently massaged her 
shoulders. "Yes, how do you say it in the USA? 'You 
betcha' ?"

As he was leaving, he stopped by the corner of the bed. 
Jaimie sat there, still reflecting a sort of post fuck 
shock. She was fairly oozed out, but still rubbing that 
worn pussy. "At Slechts Groot there are no rules about 
tipping. I live under those rules." And he handed her 
200 guilder ($288 in American dollars of the era).

And for the next two weeks Arman drove 200 miles each 
way, just to arrive at Aardbei in time to be the last 
customer before her break day. Each time he gave her 
200 guilder more. And, since late into his second 
visit, he was able to also give her his entire 14.25 
inches. The little American beauty was really becoming 
one of his special harem of resized pussies. Without 
even much of an eyebrow lift, Jaimie had also let Kees 
assign her to alternate with Angie for the 10 PM show 
duties. So, when she wasn't being drilled by one giant 
penis, she was being drilled in both her pussy and ass 
by two semi-giant penises None of this was accidental. 
It all fit into Kees's plan, to continue to expand 
Jaimie and her duties even further. 

RE: those show duties. Batuu and Utumi enjoyed being 
inside Jaimie. Her little body jerked, quivered, and 
visually presented itself in its own special way. And 
even though, both men were succeeding in making her 
larger, she still was, of course, tighter than Angie. 
How long that would continue was hard to say. Kees had 
her working three shows during every work week. And 
Jaimie's shows were always 10 to 15 minutes longer than 
Angie's. 

With his zeal about his new found erotic toy, Arman was 
always at Aardbei on that third day of work. As long as 
he did that, Kees allowed him to trump any other 
activity of Jaimie's. By the end of that first two 
weeks of visiting Jaimie, he had begun to truly fuck 
Jaimie. That is, smooth complete strokes, sometimes 
fast, with his full length. Jaimie had already proven 
herself to be a tough little devil. 

The amount and intensity of fucking that Jaimie took 
each week must have been 'up there' with the greatest 
of 'sluts'. There may have been a few girls somewhere 
around the world, who fucked more frequently, but there 
could not have been any girl getting the quality of 
fucks by such quality penises at any similar frequency. 
So, as far as standard whoredom, Jaimie was at the top 
of the game. Of course, someday soon, she would learn 
that there are non standard ways to get extreme wear 
and tear.

In the mean time, her fucks with Arman were the most 
spectacular. Those now regular fucks with very 
irregular equipment were making the exact changes that 
Arman had hoped for. Her vagina was feeling silky 
smooth, and, by the end of each fuck, all stretched 
out. Almost baggy at that point. He was getting her 
pussy harem stamped. Frequently during both their 
orgasms, Jaimie would tear a little more. Then, just as 
predicted, any lengthwise tears or stretches would heal 
closer to the new extreme in length. Under standard 
daily conditions, those areas tended to pull back into 
a more 'normal' range of length. Her width was 
different.

Many times it was done accidently and within the 
distraction of mutual bliss, but still, on such an 
occasion, her pussy was very forcefully taken to a 
slightly larger gauge. Such a 'tear' in width was 
noticeable behind the inner labia - where it both 
affected her opening's appearance while giving it a 
more relaxed grip. Simply, it looked bigger and felt 
bigger to the customer. Her two steady 9 inch guys told 
her that they noticed her getting more loose. But, once 
again, with the kinkiness of the Aardbei members, and 
now the kinkiness of Jaimie's own life, it came out a 
positive. That is, those two, sort of like Dave did 
earlier, thought it was quite entertaining to see 
Jaimie turned into a well used slut. 

In fact, they derived such erotic stimulation by her 
over use that they might as well have been Dave's 
stand-ins. Stand-ins so turned on by poking a beauty, 
who now was getting high quality mileage, that they 
even encouraged her to see Arman more often It was 
quite evident that those two 9 inchers represented the 
same type of crowd that still loved to screw around 
with Angie. Jaimie really needed no such encouragement. 
Their physical documentation merely proved that she was 
being successful at her new perverse goal of meeting as 
many quality equipped men as she could. And she meant 
up close and very personal. 

Jaimie had become obsessive about obtaining the biggest 
most solid mating connections, preferably a connection 
that would extend through a good fraction of her body. 
She would never ridicule the men with small or medium 
sized penises. And the exposure to excessively large 
penises and an excessive frequency of fucks was not 
originally her choice. But, by this point into her 
brothel career, she would have to be called one of the 
all time size queens. Like most humans, she had no 
thoughts of literally backing off on what had become a 
pleasurable addiction. Her only choice was onward, 
forward, and right down her one way street of overload 
desires. For Jaimie now had 'big' expectations. 

Everyday of every week, Jaimie tried to continue an 
otherwise sensible routine of activities that needed to 
be done during the daytime.

Long runs, dancing, and, of course, any local travel 
and shopping all got done long before her evenings. 
Then her world transformed back into what all organized 
religions would define as sin. Even pompous religious 
leaders, who do their own well hidden, would admit that 
Jaimie was high quality sin. After 9 PM, she became 
calm within a world of pure sexuality. Her Aardbei 
world was always a wondrous sequence of all the various 
types of fucks. And Jaimie still loved all the sexual 
activities. 

Rather than diminish, the increased frequency and 
increased perversion only seemed to increase her 
interest in sex. At the same time, her old puritanical 
upbringing in the USA did become a very twisted 
reference, by really making her feel guilty. But the 
guilt now was only that she was having such a great 
time doing her job, while others in the world might not 
be enjoying their jobs.

To be continued...

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