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Milk of Human Hatred
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)

***

A husband is abused by his wife's girlfriends. (F+/M, 
d/s M/beast, anal, nc, husband, huml)

***

"At last!" I shouted, after I sneaked a peek through 
the blinds.

I wanted to make sure the Gang of Four couldn't hear 
me for two reasons. One, if they did, maybe they'd 
turn around and come back. Two, they might high five 
each other if they heard my exasperation.

But Laurel, Felicity, Mimi and Bianca were already 
getting into their car in front of the house, 
seemingly oblivious to the fact that they had 
destroyed half of my Sunday.

"What is it with your friends?" I asked Ellen. 
"Whenever they come here and I'm around, they find 
ways to torment me."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"For instance, today they allegedly came to work on 
somebody's shower with you in the kitchen," I said. "I 
tried to stay out of the way in the living room with 
the Sunday paper and iPad. But each of them managed to 
get close to me multiple times and push me, nudge me, 
bump me, scratch me, step on my feet, slap my ass, 
give me a couple of wedgies and worse."

"What do mean worse?" said Ellen.

"That sadistic Mimi. I can't figure her out. She looks 
like a miniature doll, but she's vicious. Twice she 
reached right into my boxers. One time she grabbed my 
balls and squeezed them. Did you tell her you changed 
your mind and didn't want kids?"

"What did she do the other time?"

"Something really weird. She was sticking her fingers 
between my ass cheeks, and I moved away fast. I don't 
even want to think about where she was going with that 
one."

"Why didn't you put on your clothes and go out 
somewhere?"

"So I should just let them drive me from my own home? 
Sorry, I mean our home. They're over here a lot, and 
it's the same every time, including this conversation. 
What is it with your friends? You grew up with these 
girls, and I'm not jealous that you're closer to them 
than you are to me in some ways. So what's bothering 
them?"

"Do you really want to know?" said Ellen. Her voice 
was quiet suddenly.

"Yes," I said.

"They hate you," she said.

"What? Why? What have I ever done to them?"

"It's not what you did to them. It's what you did to 
me?"

"What did I do to you?"

She looked at me silently. She knew I knew.

"That was eight years ago," I said.

There was only one bad thing I ever did to Ellen, but 
it was so bad that I try to suppress it. When I think 
about it, I get scared, and my brain feels like it 
will explode. Sometimes I dream about it, and it wakes 
me up, and I can't fall asleep the rest of the night. 
I spend the dark hours reminding myself how I dodged a 
bullet bigger than a cannonball.

I shouldn't be happily married to the most wonderful, 
most forgiving and most beautiful woman in the world, 
and I know it. The only time she ever got angry with 
me was after the umpteenth time I made told her how 
perfect she was and how lucky and undeserving I was. 
She said if I didn't stop, she would leave me. She 
told me that she was as full of faults as I was, and 
it made her squirm when I talked about her like she 
was a goddess for me to worship. Then I really lied 
and told her I really didn't feel that way, and I 
promised her I would never bring it up again.

My friends never could understand how close I came to 
jumping off a cliff. They'd remind me that we were all 
bastards and jerks in college when it came to women, 
and that often the women weren't much better. They'd 
tell me some of the things they did, and some of the 
things that were done to them.

But none of them is married to Ellen. When I met her 
my sophomore year, it was as if she stepped out of a 
cloud. We knew almost immediately we were soul mates, 
and we moved in together the next year and announced 
our engagement the summer before our senior year.

Then came the slut. I still don't know how she wove 
her web. Probably, she just did what she did 
automatically. I'm sure she had done it before me and 
continued to do it after me. Once the spell was 
broken, I could see there was nothing to her except 
for the amazing body and the wild sex. But that was 
later. When I met her in a first semester senior 
class, my life did a tailspin.

Things inside of me came out that I didn't know were 
there, such as total selfishness, callousness and 
obsession with pleasure. I didn't lose all my values, 
because I still realized that Ellen was something 
special, so to be fair to her, I broke off the 
engagement, and I did it to her face. She was stunned 
and then devastated. She asked me again and again what 
was wrong with her. I kept trying to tell her that it 
wasn't her, but she wouldn't believe me.

***

The next day, I heard from each of the Gang of Four. 
The conversations all went the same way. They sounded 
concerned and wanted to know what happened, why did I 
feel I had to break up with Ellen, what had she done? 
They were all calm informational conversations.

But by the day after that, they had done some research 
and compared notes. Then I got a second call from each 
of them, and they let loose. They outdid themselves in 
thinking of vile names for me and describing the 
painful things they'd like to do to me. One of the 
milder ones was reaching into my sockets with their 
fingernails and tearing my eyeballs out. They detailed 
the slut's history and called her a bunch of names.

I acted the gentleman and stood up for her against the 
raging banshees. How noble I was!

They told me that Ellen decided she couldn't handle 
college and left for home, but that they were going 
after her. They wouldn't let her ruin her life, and 
they would get me for what I did to her if it was the 
last thing they ever did.

There was only one thing the Gang of Four called me 
that wasn't true: stupid. Well maybe I was. It took me 
three weeks to realize that I had made the biggest 
mistake of my life. When I saw Ellen, a week after I 
broke up, she was looking like she was among the 
living dead, but I didn't respond then, except to feel 
glad that her friends had brought her back to campus. 
They had already taken everything of hers from my 
apartment.

No, it wasn't seeing Ellen that did it, nor anything 
the slut did. One morning, I sat up in bed and felt 
like screaming. No one else was around. If I had a 
nightmare, I couldn't remember it, but I was having a 
wide-awake nightmare. It felt like a ton of bricks had 
come crashing down on my brain. Something inside of me 
finally worked out what I had done. I had thrown away 
the only girl I ever loved and the only one I would 
ever be happy with. I had humiliated her and even 
driven her temporarily insane, to the point where she 
had thought there was something wrong with her. My 
life was over. I might as well kill myself right then.

But my survival instinct was strong enough that it 
forced me to fight the quicksand before I went under. 
When I tried to get to Ellen, the Gang of Four ran 
interference for her. I soaked up their vicious 
contempt like a sponge. I loved them in a way, because 
they had saved Ellen and they were defending her from 
a monster as ferociously as I would. But I had to find 
a way around them.

By watching and stalking, I managed to surprise Ellen 
alone in a clothing store. She was coming out of the 
dressing room, when I fell at her feet and went to 
pieces, begging for a second chance. Ellen is smart, 
but that day she was stupid. She forgave me, and in 
seconds we were on the floor together, holding each 
other and sobbing as customers and salespeople 
gathered around us. That's where Mimi found us, and 
when she saw what was going on, she became like a 
female lion protecting one of her cubs. She was 
slapping, punching, pulling and scratching at me to 
tear Ellen loose and pull her to her feet and out of 
the store so fast that Ellen seemed like she was 
flying away from me.

I wasn't allowed to see Ellen alone for two months. 
Each time one of the Gang of Four was with her when we 
met. It didn't matter because Ellen and I talked as if 
no one was there. I could tell that our words were 
making her friends physically ill, but I spoke from 
the heart instead of trying to play games. She 
believed me, but they were disgusted listening to the 
person who had trampled her under his feet just a few 
weeks earlier. They were angry that Ellen was keeping 
her promise to them to not do anything in haste, yet 
they could tell she was still in love with me.

Finally, Ellen put her foot down and said she would be 
seeing me alone. And then came the ring, the wedding 
and all the rest. I took the Gang of Four out to 
dinner by myself and told them how much I loved them 
for what they had done for Ellen, and I hoped that I 
would earn their trust by treating her the way she 
deserved. They were silent, which at least was an 
improvement over the imaginative curses and names they 
had shared with me up until the re-engagement was 
announced. I'm sure the reason they never brought up 
what I had done again was because they knew it would 
hurt Ellen. They loved her so much that I was sure 
that they might even sacrifice their lives to protect 
me, because they knew how much Ellen loved me. I guess 
that's why I put up with their mild abuse whenever 
they were around.

Ellen was responding to my complaint. "I know it was 
eight years ago," she said, "and I forgave you quickly 
and never regretted it one moment. But I don't know if 
they will ever forgive you completely, and it's 
probably my fault. Because they don't think I made you 
suffer enough before I took you back.

"Jeff, I love them for feeling that way, and I love 
you. And I'm not going to give either of you up. And 
I'm sure, deep down, they don't want me to give you 
up. And you've even told me you love them for what 
they did for me."

"What about Tinker Bell invading my naked body?" I 
asked.

"If you want me to talk to Mimi, I will," she said. 
"There are a lot of guys who'd love her putting her 
hands all over their private parts. And you know I'm 
not worried that she's trying to make a play for you."

"Never mind," I said. "I guess I'll just have to put 
up with their pawing and pinching as atonement for my 
sins. But you can tell Tinker Bell that if she 
continues to explore, I'm going to do some exploring 
on her."

"I will," said Ellen and laughed.

***

A few days later, after dinner, she laughed again.

"What's so funny?" he asked from the family room.

"I don't know if you'll think it's that funny," said 
Ellen from her desk. "I'm warning you that you may not 
want to see what Mimi attached to her email."

My curiosity was aroused and I went and stood behind 
Ellen, who was sitting in front of her big monitor.

"I told her that you may be sticking your fingers 
where she doesn't like it if she continues doing that 
to you," said Ellen, "and this is her reply. See where 
she wrote, 'This is what I'd like to do to Jeff.' OK, 
are you ready for the video?

"Yes," I said, wondering what sick thing Mimi had come 
up with.

The video showed a naked man on his hands and knees. 
He was facing away from the camera, so you couldn't 
see his face, just his hairy ass. A small woman -- it 
wasn't Mimi, thank goodness -- came into the picture 
carrying a jar. She opened the jar and scooped out 
what looked like some grease and began smearing it 
between his ass cheeks. She also put the grease on his 
penis, which was drooping down between his legs, and 
his testicles.

Then she kneeled next to the man, facing his rear, and 
reached under him to grab his penis with her right 
hand and began pumping it up and down, sometimes 
shifting the hand to his testicles, which she fondled. 
With her left hand, she reached around and pushed a 
finger between his cheeks. His legs were spread, so 
you could see the finger going through the hair right 
into the anus.

She pushed some grease into him and began moving the 
finger in and out. Then she pushed in more grease and 
added a second finger, then more grease and a third. 
Finally, she slowly pushed her entire hand in past the 
wrist and moved it in and out at the same pace as her 
right hand was pumping the penis. Each time she did 
this, she pushed the hand in further.

All of a sudden, the man's heavy breathing turned to 
moans. He didn't move, and she wasn't doing anything 
different. She picked up the pace, and then there was 
a soft plopping sound as some stuff came out of the 
end of his penis and fell to the floor below it.

Now she grabbed his penis hard where it joined his 
balls and began pulling her hand down while squeezing 
his penis. As she did, come started to ooze out of it. 
It was like she was squeezing toothpaste out of a 
tube. The man was groaning in pain because of how hard 
she was squeezing his penis. After a few hard squeezes 
and pulls, there was a pile of white come under him. 
It was weird watching it because there was no sign 
that the man had an orgasm, except for the dripping 
semen. It seemed as if the woman had done all the work 
and just turned the handle on a semen faucet.

I heard Ellen's breathing, and it seemed heavy. "Are 
you getting aroused by this disgusting video," I said 
when it was over.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it," she said. 
"Anyway, maybe this gives you a clue as to what Mimi's 
up to." She laughed. "I'm sure she'd love to make a 
video like that with you, and I know three others 
who'd love it see it."

"You forgot to count yourself," I said as I left the 
room.

***

It was two Sundays later that the Gang of Four was 
back in the house working on the wedding shower again, 
but I hadn't forgotten the previous time or the video. 
I made sure to wear the boxers where the hole flapped 
open with the slightest move and let my robe hang 
loose so the Gang of Four got an eyeful.

Mimi came out of the kitchen one time and saw me 
sprawled in a semi-exposed state across the couch. She 
was quick, and she almost reached in and grabbed 
something before quickly moving away as I reached out 
for the crotch of her tight shorts. She laughed as she 
spun away from my hand.

"I heard you really enjoyed that fisting and milking 
video?" she said.

"Yeah," I said. "Is that the kind of thing you like to 
do with your boyfriends?"

"Don't knock it until you try it," she said with a 
laugh. "Look at this nice, clean fist. I even trim my 
nails short. Wouldn't you like me to put it up your 
ass and milk you?"

"What's all this milking business?" I asked. "It looks 
like plain masturbating to me."

"That's where you're wrong," she said. "Take another 
look at that video. The woman is pulling on the penis 
to get it ready, but it never really gets hard. It's 
the hand in the ass that makes it happen. The prostate 
is somewhere inside there, and it's like a button, 
sort of like a male clitoris. If you press it right, 
the come starts flowing. If the guy's in pain, he 
doesn't get to ejaculate. His stuff comes out, and 
he's done, but there's no satisfaction, except for the 
woman, who's in complete control. I think it's one of 
the most demeaning things you can do to a man."

"How many times have you done it?" I asked.

"Never," she said. "I respect my men. There's only one 
man I'd like to do it to. Bye."

She went back to the kitchen.

***

That was enough of that for me. From then on, when I 
knew the Gang of Four was going to be at our house for 
an extended period of time, I was out of there. But 
they were so much a part of Ellen's life that I 
couldn't avoid them altogether. And whenever I 
happened to be with one or more of them out of earshot 
of others, I knew exactly what I was going to hear: 
some variation of the fisting-milking invitation.

Laurel, Felicity and Bianca were the crudest. They 
would compete to invent disgusting variations. One of 
them was how they would reach inside me for my lunch 
and then pull it out and feed it to me again. Another 
was how they would scoop up my semen and frost a 
brownie with it that they would feed me. Felicity was 
all for seeing if all eight of their hands would fit 
inside, and Laurel wanted to see if she and Bianca 
could play handball with my testicles.

They were trying to be funny, but for some reason, 
even though she attempted to make jokes, Mimi always 
sounded serious enough to scare me, and I told Ellen 
this. She said the girls had told her about the 
running joke, and she told them she was starting to 
feel uncomfortable about it. They said if she gave the 
word, they'd stop, but she was always reluctant to 
pressure them unless it was for something that she 
knew was for their own good. She asked me what I 
thought.

"I think this is going to blow up sooner or later," I 
said. "Maybe that will be a good thing."

"And maybe not," she said. As usual, she was the 
smarter of us.

***

A few weeks later, after a girl's night out -- which 
in her case always consisted of a women's movie and 
some dinner -- she came home and told me that I had 
made a good prediction. The nasty joking had come to a 
place where it couldn't go much further and couldn't 
get more bizarre.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"They all explained it to me at dinner, and I don't 
even know why I'm telling you, except for the 
strangest part of all. They told me that if you go 
through with this, they promise that they will respect 
you, they will never torment you again, they will put 
the past out of their minds and they will love you 
like a brother. I think the last part is not honest, 
because they already love you like a brother, for my 
sake."

"What do you mean by 'going through with this'?" I 
asked.

"Oh it's too strange. You know that video that they're 
obsessed with. To try to get you to do that, they've 
made it into a contest. It would be you against one of 
the girls. I'm not going to tell you more, because 
it's too gross, and I've decided to butt out, so to 
speak. I told them that from now on, they would have 
to communicate with you directly, and I'm telling you 
the same thing. There must be better things for people 
to talk about."

"I'm curious," I said. "Are you going to be angry if I 
talk to them, just to find out."

"Not at all," she said. "Just don't tell me anything 
until the five of you have finally resolved this."

***

The next Tuesday, it was a girl's night out, minus 
Ellen and plus one man, me. We met at the Denny's near 
our home, and when I entered, I saw them all talking 
like conspirators at a table in the far corner, even 
though the dining room was almost empty.

They began as soon as I sat down and paused every time 
the waitress came within 10 feet of us and didn't 
resume until she passed beyond that invisible line 
again.

"What did Ellen tell you?" said Laurel.

"Not much," I said, "except you've figured out a way 
for me to go along with your strange fantasy, and in 
return, you'll lay off of me. She wouldn't say 
anything more."

"Did she tell you that no matter what happens, if you 
agree to this, we will put the past out of our minds, 
we'll respect you, we won't torment you and we'll even 
go out of our way to do nice things for you and be 
good to you, as if you were our beloved brother?" said 
Felicity.

"We talked a lot about that, and a few of us didn't 
want to commit to that much, but I guess we really 
want to do this, so in the end, everyone came around. 
We are prepared to swear this in front of you, or 
write it down and sign in our blood, whatever you 
want."

"It's the 'no matter what happens' part that sounds 
worrisome," I said. "I have a feeling I would end up 
in the hospital if I go went through with this. I know 
you love Ellen, so I'm curious about exactly how much 
you'd be willing to hurt her husband. Then I'll 
probably tell you no."

"That's fair," said Bianca, "so here's what we thought 
of. Please don't ask me any questions until I'm done, 
because we're so excited about this that we have to 
tell you, even if you end up shooting our idea down."

"It starts with us wanting to make a video of you 
getting fisted and milked. Of course, one of us four 
would be the one who does it, but the other three 
would get to watch and make the video. It would be for 
the five of us only, unless Ellen wanted a copy, and 
we swear it would never go on the Internet or be shown 
to anyone else.

"We tried to think of what we could offer you to be 
humiliated like this, but we were stumped until 
someone suggested maybe you might enjoy humiliating us 
as much as vice versa. Then it came to how we would 
handle that since none of us wants to be at the 
receiving end.

"Mimi is the one who came up with the idea of a 
contest, something like a wrestling match. We're all 
in good shape, and, I'll admit that since Mimi thought 
of the contest, we've all been taking some lessons 
from a former woman wrestler at the club. You're not 
going to get a chance to do that yourself, mainly 
because I got the impression from Ellen that we better 
do this right away or else forget it.

"So we have the advantage of the training. Also, in 
our favor is that all of us are pretty good sized for 
women, except Mimi. Of course, you're in good shape, 
too, and you're a man and larger than any of us, so 
that's in your favor. You won't know which one you're 
fighting until the second we start, so the element of 
surprise will be in our favor.

"Here's the contest. We have 45 minutes on a wrestling 
mat. After that it's over, no matter what happens, and 
as we said, no matter what happens at the match, we 
will keep our bargain. In those 45 minutes, one of us 
is going to try to get her fist into you and then milk 
you. We'll have lots of lighting, and the other three 
will have video cameras, so we'll get the action from 
all angles. Once we've squeezed every last bit of come 
from you onto the mat, we'll make you lick it all up. 
As soon as you do, it's over.

"Of course, that's if one of us wins. For you to win, 
all you have to do is stick one of your hands inside 
our vagina and the other inside our anus. You've got 
two goals, just like us. And the advantage for you is 
that even if we're in your anus and are pumping your 
penis, you might be able to get both your fists in, 
and if you do, you've won and we'll have to stop. So 
you would be spared at least part of the humiliation.

"We've figured that even if you're too strong for us 
and we can't complete the milking, we might still be 
able to mortify you a little. So that would be a win-
win, I guess.

"But we're not after a win-win. We want a win-loss, 
and we're going all out to make sure that we degrade 
you and make you suffer, while we walk away with no 
consequences. And that brings us to the last part.

"We've never really trusted you since you did that to 
Ellen in college, and we don't trust you now. Because 
you are bigger than us, you might try to violate the 
rules. But we will have a backup security plan to take 
care of any tricks. If one of us wins fair and square, 
and you try to do something to her after you've lost, 
we'll be ready. With four of us against one, there's 
no telling what we might force on you. Any questions?"

"What makes you think this won't injure me or I won't 
injure you?" I said.

"You've seen the videos," said Felicity. "We're 
learning the right way to do it to you. You're going 
to be sore around your stretched anus and inside your 
colon for a few weeks, and you might scream from pain 
every time you go to the bathroom. We'll try not to 
laugh as we see you limping around. But there will be 
no permanent damage. We could never do that to Ellen. 
As for us, we've seen fisting videos of women, 
including simultaneous fisting of the anus and vagina, 
and we're sure we'll survive."

"Well, I'm not so sure," I said. "And I am sure that 
no matter what precautions you've taken, if one of you 
was accidentally hurt by me, Ellen would never forgive 
me, no matter what promises she makes or what you'd 
make her sign. So for me it's a lose-lose."

"So that's your copout," said Mimi. Her face was 
twisted and angry, and she almost spit her words at me 
with contempt.

I looked at them. Their eyes were glistening. They 
were breathing fast, and their faces were red. They 
were on the verge of orgasm just talking about this. 
What strange people women are, I thought.

"OK, Tinker Bell," I said. I knew she hated it when I 
used my nickname for her. "I told you I was going to 
say no, but I'll wait until tomorrow to give you my 
final decision, which is also going to be no, and 
here's why.

"Laurel, Felicity and Bianca are all average or above 
average sized girls, so for the sake of your fantasy, 
I'll stipulate that they will survive one of my fists 
in their ass while the other one is in their pussy. 
But you are a different story.

"I've heard that some tiny little cuties like you have 
enormous pussies, big enough to drive a truck through, 
and maybe you're one of those. But you're going to 
have to prove that to me by tomorrow night. You're 
going to have to prove that you can take my fists in 
both holes at once. I have no idea how you're going to 
do that, but if it's not proven to my satisfaction, 
I'll say no.

"Your only alternative is to agree that Tinker Bell 
will not be the one wrestling me. I may still say no, 
but then I'll have to think of another reason. OK, I 
need to get home to Ellen. I'm sure she's dying of 
curiosity, but of course before I get there, you'll be 
telling her everything on the phone. I'll take care of 
the bill. Thanks, ladies."

When I walked in the door, Ellen said, "Get ready, 
Jeff. They're all on their way over here."

"What?" I said. "That wasn't part of the deal."

"I can't believe you made a deal with them," she said. 
"You have to tell me more about this later. But Mimi 
called and said they had to pick something up and then 
come here and see you just for a second. Here they are 
now."

They walked in without knocking. They seemed to be in 
a kind of military formation, and Mimi was the 
sergeant. "You know what to do, girls," she said. They 
moved swiftly. Felicity walked up to me and grabbed my 
right arm at the wrist and pulled it away from my 
body, Bianca took the hand with both of hers and 
pushed my fingers into a fist. Then Laurel rushed up 
and put a measuring tape around it. "Eleven and three 
quarters inches," she shouted out and took the tape 
away. In a minute, the Gang of Four was out the door 
without a goodbye.

I laughed, and Ellen looked at me in amazement. I told 
her everything that happened at the restaurant.

"That was awfully mean of you to talk about driving a 
truck through Mimi's vagina," was the first thing she 
said.

"You're right," I said, "I'm Mr. Meanie. They're just 
nice innocent young girls.

"I didn't say that," she said. "I guess I always look 
at it from the woman's perspective. Let me take a look 
at that hand they measured."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs. "Girls 
night out is over," she said. "Now it's time for 
girl's night in."

For the next hour and a half, I couldn't keep up with 
her. She was like a wild woman. In the back of my 
mind, I knew that my meeting with her friends had 
something to do with her passion and her multiple 
orgasms -- and my multiple orgasms that resulted from 
hers.

***

"So you aren't going to say anything?" I said the next 
morning.

"No, I told you that before," she said, speaking from 
her desk, "but I am going to show you something. Come 
in here, please. Mimi said I was not to forward this 
to you but only show it to you on my computer and then 
make sure it was totally deleted, including out of the 
waste basket."

I stood behind her. "Blow it up," I said.

"There," she said. "I guess she showed you."

There were three photos of Mimi attached to the email. 
The first showed her sitting at her kitchen table with 
the other three around her. On the table were two 
giant matching dildos that looked like real human 
penises except they were too large. The measuring tape 
was around one of them, and when the photo was blown 
up large enough, it showed the dildo was 12-inches 
around.

In the second and third photos, Mimi was alone and 
naked from the waist down. In one of them, she was 
lying on her bed with one of the large dildos pushed 
into her vagina. In the second one, she was on all 
fours, and the dildo in her vagina was joined by a 
second one sticking out of her rear."

"Let me sit down here for a second," I said.

"OK," said Ellen, "but I'm going to be watching you to 
make sure you don't try to send that to all your 
friends. I can't believe that Mimi can take those two 
things."

I looked at the photos closely. There was something 
strange about the second and third ones.

"I can't believe it either," I said, "and she didn't. 
They're Photoshop, not bad for a rush job, but they're 
fake."

"You could really hurt her," said Ellen. "She must 
really want to hurt you badly."

"Are you telling me that I should turn them down?" I 
said.

"I'm not telling you anything," she said.

"Not so fast," I said. "Just like I thought, this is 
turning into a lose-lose for me with you. I thought 
about this, and I decided that I'm going to do it. I 
know that they're going to try to trick me, but even 
if they do, I could live with it.

"But you need to work out this thing with Mimi. I have 
a funny feeling she's the one, because she hates me 
more than then other three combined. And though right 
now I feel like I'd love to put my fists up her cute 
little ass and her vagina, no matter what size it is, 
I'm going to hate myself if I rip her open and she 
bleeds all the way to the hospital. You'll hate me, 
too.

"So you're going to get involved with this whether you 
like it or not. Here's what I want you to do today. 
Email her right now and tell her that I'm onto the 
Photoshop fake and that you need to talk to her at 
lunch. Then you need to question her and give me a 
report tonight.

"Tell her I know she's going to try to trick me, but 
what if she makes a mistake or I see through the 
trick. I can pick her up with one hand and do whatever 
I want with her. If you feel like it, tell her that 
you'll be angry with me if I rip her, but you'll also 
hate her for forcing me to do it and you might cut her 
out of your life for a year. Maybe that's too strong. 
But you know what to do."

"Yes, I do," said Ellen, and she left for work.

***

"You have my approval," she said when I walked in the 
door that night.

"Tell me," I said.

"I've never seen Mimi like that," she said. "She 
wanted to tell me what she was going to do to you if 
she was selected -- I'm pretty sure she's going to 
fight like hell to be chosen -- but I told her I 
didn't want to hear. I told her no matter how 
confident she was, things could go wrong, and no 
matter how good she was on Photo Shop, that wasn't 
going to help her body recover from your huge fists 
ripping her plumbing apart. Those are the words I 
chose.

"I told her that afterward you and I would be even 
sorrier than her, and that I would probably need some 
space to deal with the guilt, since I'm the only one 
of all of us who could shut this whole thing down 
before anyone gets hurt. I told her I couldn't even 
guarantee that I would ever want to see her again. I 
made it pretty strong.

"But she has something inside her about this now that 
goes beyond what happened in college. The contest has 
taken on a life of its own, and taken over her life, 
too. She swore to me that in her preparation she had 
been sticking larger and larger things inside both her 
vagina and anus even though she knew she would win.

"She swore to me that you couldn't hurt her even if 
you tried. I guaranteed to her that you would never 
attempt to consciously tear her, but it might happen 
anyway. She said that because of her build, that could 
happen when she has her first child. For everything I 
brought up, she had a ready answer, and in the end 
that helped me make my decision. Because even though 
she's crazy, at least she's been thinking a lot about 
this and realizes what you could do to her."

"By the way, it's on for tomorrow night. I told them 
they could use our family room since it's a larger 
space than any of them have in their apartments. 
They're coming over after work to set things up, and 
you're not supposed to show up until 9 p.m. They 
wanted to make it a Friday night, so everyone could 
have some recovery time over the weekend before going 
back to work."

***

When I arrived at 9, I had to admire what the Gang of 
Four had accomplished. They had turned our family room 
into a video studio. There were lights all over the 
place, and thick rubbery mats covering the carpet. I 
took off my shoes and sank deeply into the mats as I 
walked around. There were several cameras on high 
tripods all around the edge of the mats and next to 
them several at just above floor level. The girls 
wanted video from every possible angle in addition to 
what they were going to get on the three handheld 
cameras. They told me one handheld was for my 
expressions, one for my opponent's expressions and one 
for our genitalia.

Laurel told me to go upstairs and change into 
something easy to take off. I noticed they were all in 
sweats and bare feet. I put on shorts and a T-shirt 
and came back down.

***

"I've been elected spokeswoman," said Laurel when I 
got back, "so I'll be doing whatever talking is 
necessary, but everything's been worked out by the 
four of us, and we agreed on everything I'm going to 
say. We're ready for action. Ellen wanted to watch, 
even though we warned her it might make her sick to 
see what her friends are going to do to her husband. 
She's going to be over there in the dark behind those 
lights.

"We have our insurance ready that you agreed on -- 
remember Jeff? -- in case you break the rules. No, I'm 
not going to tell you what it is. I'm also not going 
to tell you which of us you will battle. We decided 
that all of us would prep, so that the three who 
aren't fighting would feel a little of what the two 
fighters are feeling.

"So listen carefully. We're all going upstairs to your 
beautiful spacious master bathroom, where we've got 
equipment set up. The girls will take turns cleaning 
themselves out and Jeff. No, Jeff, you don't get to 
put the enemas in us, even though we get to put them 
in you. We'll all get the same amount, two large doses 
to make sure there are no ugly surprises on the video.

"After the second dose, we'll put in a third one, but 
it will be a lubricant to protect us from things that 
might go in where they normally don't. When the two 
combatants go at it, they will be pumped full of 
lubricant, so some of it will squirt out during the 
action, but the pads on the floor are all sealed so it 
will just collect on them and not hurt the floor.

"Once we're all lubricated, we'll go back downstairs 
and get started. Try not to let any lubricant squirt 
out as you walk down the stairs. Ellen said she didn't 
want to see any of the prep, so she's staying down 
here."

In the bathroom, everyone took off their clothes, and 
I got a good eyeful as I was filled up twice by 
Bianca. The Gang of Four was parading around me, and 
some of them even reached out and touched the pole 
that was now sticking straight out from my crotch.

If anything, they were even more beautiful than I had 
imagined. I sometimes wondered if the abundance of 
chest that Laurel, Felicity and Bianca had was as 
natural as Ellen's. It proved to be so. And like her, 
none of them had tattoos, piercings or shaved pubes, 
so my body responded to them like gangbusters.

As for Mimi, she didn't look like the androgynous 
fairy of her nickname. She was much smaller than the 
others, but perfectly proportioned for her height, 
with nice full breasts and a breathtakingly round 
rear. Only between her legs did there seem to be 
anything unusual. She had twice as big a bush as the 
others, and that really turned me on. 

When she saw me staring at it, she first pretended 
embarrassment and covered it with her hands. And then 
she calmly walked over to the toilet seat, which was 
still down, sat on it, leaned back, lifted her legs up 
with her arms and pulled them wide apart. The furry 
growth at her crotch parted, and I saw right into the 
puffy spread lips and the red juicy fruit inside them. 
"I wish Ellen could see this," I said, and Mimi 
laughed and closed her legs quickly.

Once everyone had two turns on the toilet -- at least 
that part was private -- and we were all clean and 
lubricated, we walked back down without bothering to 
put any clothes on, and I heard Ellen gasp as we 
entered the family room.

"We're now ready to begin," said Laurel. "Since Jeff 
agreed that he has a physical advantage, we have the 
element of surprise. All of us are equally prepped, 
but he doesn't yet know which one he will deal with. 
And he won't know until I announce my name or one of 
the others. We'll all be standing facing him about 
four feet from him, and both Jeff and we will all be 
allowed to get into whatever stance we want. As soon I 
announce the first syllable of the woman, she will be 
free to attack. Jeff will have only a split second to 
figure out which of us is coming at him. Then the 
battle will be on.

"The fight is over once Jeff has put his fists into 
both of our holes or we have put one of ours into his 
ass and milked his semen out and made him eat it. 
Everything is fair except intentionally hurting the 
opponent. For instance, biting, pinching, scratching, 
gouging and things like that aren't allowed. If it 
happens, the person doing it forfeits and must submit 
to the winner. Since she's watching and is fair, if 
one of us thinks the other has violated the rules and 
forfeited, Ellen will be the one who decides.

"Once Jeff wins or one of us wins, the loser must 
depart the ring without any attempt at revenge or 
dirty tricks. We have some insurance to make sure that 
happens. It's only for Jeff, because he's bigger than 
we are. If one of us loses and goes after him, we're 
sure he can handle us. So Jeff, do you understand? 
Once you are defeated, you must stop fighting 
immediately and walk away. If you agree to all the 
rules, everyone say yes out loud.

"Yes!" said all four women and me. Then I heard a 
strange noise, sort of like a ketchup bottle 
squirting. I looked around and saw Mimi had a strange 
expression on her face.

"Oops, watch out," she said, I heard the noise again. 
This time I saw some lubricant running down her legs 
and onto the mat we were standing on. There was 
already some there from the previous squirt, and it 
looked shiny as it spread and formed into puddles. I 
felt like a stuffed turkey with all the lubricant 
inside me, but so far felt no need to expel any.

I was thinking about my strategy. Earlier, I thought 
to myself, would they really let little Tinker Bell go 
up against me? Maybe. She really wanted it the most. 
But the other girls had more muscle and heft that they 
could use against me, so it didn't make sense. Then I 
decided that trying to anticipate which one would be 
fighting me would render me almost helpless to the 
attack I was sure would be coming. 

They couldn't afford to wait for me to adjust, because 
once that happened, I would have an advantage that 
they couldn't overcome. They needed to use the element 
of surprise and would be going at me immediately with 
all their strength. So I had to come up with a 
strategy that would work for whoever attacked.

It was actually very simple. I would focus on balance, 
with my legs just a little further apart than my 
shoulders and my upper body leaning forward. It would 
look like I was going to attack them. But as soon as 
one of them came at me, I would jump back out of the 
way, watch where she landed and then make my first 
move.

"Is everybody ready," said Laurel. I heard another 
squirt of lubricant and wondered if it was Mimi again. 
Time to concentrate.

"I'm going to yell the name out right now," said 
Laurel. "It's Meeeee-meee."

I saw Mimi launch herself at me and stepped back 
quickly. It was over in seconds.

That little bundle of energy didn't even try to grab 
for me or knock me over. Like she was in the Olympics 
swimming competition, she dove, not into the pool, but 
right between my legs. She was almost all the way 
through before I could take a step backwards. She was 
sliding on the lubricant she had squirted out of her 
ass. Why that dirty, tricky-- I stopped thinking and 
started screaming. On her way through my legs, she had 
lifted her head up and slammed it right into my 
testicles.

I froze and tried to keep my balance and deal with the 
pain at the same time. But she was lightning fast. As 
soon as she got through my legs, she turned around, 
bent down, grabbed my ankles and threw her entire 
little body back as she pulled on them. I did a belly 
flop and landed loud and hard on the greasy mat. Then 
she jumped up, ran back to me and sat down on my back, 
facing my feet.

The pain in my balls was still agonizing, but I tried 
to lift myself up and throw her miniscule 110 pounds 
or so off of me. But before I could, she had stood up 
and then jumped in the air, landing with both feet on 
my back, squashing me into the mat and knocking the 
wind out of me. I tried to recover, but she did it 
again and then again. Once, she slipped on the 
lubricant and came down even harder than she had 
before.

I also helped her with my efforts to get up, because 
when I managed to lift my stomach a few inches, her 
body slamming down on me and my legs sliding away 
increased the momentum driving me into the mat. Soon I 
was dizzy and gasping for air. She stopped for a 
second to listen to me and stopped jumping, but she 
did stand up with her feet on each side of my back and 
then sit down hard a few times.

I was starting to feel faint, and then I felt her 
fingers prying open my cheeks. She was leaning her 
body down and using both hands. I tried to move, but 
then she lifted up her butt and slammed it down on me 
again a couple of more times. I was nauseous and 
lightheaded and stopped moving. When she saw I was 
quiet, one of her fingers entered me. 

She pulled it out, bringing a lot of lube with it, and 
then stuck it back in, adding a second finger. It 
didn't take her long to get four fingers moving in and 
out of my ass. I decided to just lay there because if 
I moved, her cute little ass would come down and knock 
me unconscious, and I knew if that happened it was all 
over.

I felt her adjust her four fingers, and then I no 
longer felt her fingers stopped by her thumb. I 
remembered the fisting video and knew she had tucked 
her thumb behind her fingers and was now pushing all 
five fingers into me. I also knew what was coming 
next, and sure enough, she was not just going in and 
out anymore, but was adding pressure each time she 
pushed in. I groaned as I felt the pressure stretching 
me. My ass wanted to let her in and end the pain, but 
it didn't know how.

Finally, my body worked it out, and her hand burst 
into me all the way past her wrist. I couldn't help 
screaming with pain, but above my scream, I heard 
cheers from the girls with the cameras. Mimi relaxed 
and stopped slamming her body into me. She was 
breathing heavily and trying to recover her strength.

I tried to think. I needed to get Mimi's hand out of 
me, but how? I couldn't get up, because she'd knock me 
down hard again, so I tried to move in other ways. I 
twisted and squirmed and slid all over the place. Mimi 
had made her hand into a fist inside me, and all I did 
with my twisting was create tremendous pain inside my 
anus as her fist pulled at my insides. Wherever I 
went, her fist went with me.

Finally, I stopped to catch my breath from the pain 
and my exertions. She was rested now, and she leaned 
back as far as she could without pulling out of me and 
whispered. "OK, Jeff, milking time," she said. "I'm 
going to get off of you on the side and twist my hand 
around as I get behind you. Then you'll get up on your 
hands and knees and we'll begin. The more you help me, 
the faster I'll get done and we can be finished."

"No way, you bitch. I figured you'd be tricky, but you 
played dirty."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that head butt into my balls. You had me 
totally fooled when you dived between my legs, and I'm 
sure you would have still be able to pull my legs up 
and jump on me, but no, you had to make sure by 
cheating. You're not going to get away with it."

"Oh that," she said, trying to sound surprised. "That 
was just an accident." I could tell she was lying, and 
I told her.

"Well, I'm so competitive, and losing is just not an 
option for me," she said. "I may have gone a little 
too far. But you just admitted that I would have got 
you anyway. Plus Ellen didn't stop us, so she thought 
it was fair."

"That's because the way you did it, nobody could see. 
When they watch the video, it will be plain as hell 
from all those wonderful camera angles you have."

"What are you two talking about," yelled Bianca. 
"Let's see some milking. We've only got 35 minutes 
left."

"OK, I'm sorry I did that," whispered Mimi to me, "but 
now I have to finish."

"Not with my help," I said. "I'm just going to lie 
here for the rest of the time. You've succeeded in 
humiliating me, so you'll have to be satisfied with 
that."

"Jeff, I thought about this, and I have to tell you 
now why you are going to get on your hands and knees 
so I can milk you. This is what is going to happen. 
When I get behind you, I'm going to slap your butt 
with my left hand. That will be the signal for you to 
get up. If you don't respond, I'm going to push in a 
little further, past the wrist, maybe halfway to my 
elbow.

"You'll feel my hand inside. Maybe I'll wiggle my 
fingers or something to make sure you stay alert. Then 
I'm going to slap your butt again and wait for you to 
rise. If you still don't make a move, I'm going to 
push in past my elbow. If you still don't respond, 
I'll keep slapping and pushing until I'm all the way 
to my shoulder. Each time I stop, I'll do some hand 
exercises inside you. Then I'll pull quickly out of 
you all the way to my wrist and then push all the way 
back in as hard as I can. So first you'll feel like 
I'm pulling all of your organs out of your body, and 
then like I'm pushing them all back in.

"Once I'm up to my shoulder, I'll slap your ass again. 
If you still don't respond, I'm going to start putting 
fingers from my left hand into you and push them in 
and out until I think you're ready to take a second 
hand. Then comes a second arm next to the first one. 
Then both arms start moving in and out of you 
together. Then both arms are pulled all the way out 
and then pushed quickly all the way in to the 
shoulder. And then -- but I think you've got the 
idea."

She moved her hand inside me as she dismounted me and 
got behind me and slapped my ass with her left hand. I 
held out for a few slaps until the first arm went in 
almost to her shoulder. The room was totally still 
except for the squishy sound of lubricant coming out 
of me around her arm as she pushed it in further. But 
when I got up on my hands and knees, there were cheers 
from the three with the cameras. I still didn't hear 
anything from Ellen.

Mimi began tugging at my limp penis. I didn't feel any 
excitement at all. She fondled my testicles with her 
left hand and then went back to my penis. Back and 
forth. At the same time, she was slowly moving her 
right hand inside me. She had pulled her arm back out 
until she was now in only to the wrist. She grabbed my 
penis tightly and slid her hand up and down. Even with 
the lubricant, there was so much friction that she was 
rubbing it raw.

I felt a little stirring, and she leaned forward and 
whispered. "That's it, it's getting a little hard. I 
think I can do it now. Don't worry about trying to 
come. You can't. Just relax and think of nothing and 
let my hands and your body do all the work. I'm going 
to start moving my hand inside you to feel for your 
button. I'm also going to yank your balls and cock 
harder so they are primed. When I hit your button, you 
will hardly feel a thing. Some sperm will come out 
automatically, just like your knee jerks automatically 
when the doctor hits it with the rubber mallet. You 
may not even know anything came out until you hear the 
girls cheer.

"After you've started, I'll be squeezing your penis 
like a toothpaste tube, like you saw in the video, to 
get the rest out. It will hurt a little, but it will 
soon be over. Once I see no more is coming, I'll let 
go. Then I'll guide you by making a fist inside you 
and pulling it in the direction I want you to go. Once 
the puddle of come is right below your head, you can 
lean down and lick it all up off the mat like you're a 
dog.

"When it's all cleaned up, I'm going to slowly pull my 
hand free. To make it more dramatic, I'll be making it 
a fist and pulling it very slowly. When it pops out, 
your asshole will be wide open and huge. It's called a 
gape. The cameras will shoot it closing up in slow 
motion. Then we'll be done.

"Now it's time to tell you about the insurance. Did 
you hear any strange noises coming from the kitchen? 
No. Well there's a dog in there named Roger. It's 
Laurel's dog and it's a schnauzer. Not a miniature 
schnauzer. A large schnauzer. Did you know large 
schnauzers have among the biggest equipment of any 
dog?

"His penis is long, but definitely not as wide as my 
arm, so it will go into you easily. But after a while, 
he has a surprise for you. It's called his knot, and 
Roger's is as big as a grapefruit -- in other words 
more than double the size of my little fist. Roger 
can't finish mating until he pushes his knot into you, 
so be prepared to be stretched a lot more, along with 
a lot more pain. After he gets it in, he'll come and 
then be locked to you for a half-hour or more before 
he finally gets soft.

"If you don't want to experience Roger, all you have 
to do after my fist comes out is get up and walk out 
of the room. If you try anything else, the girls are 
committed to stopping you and making sure you are 
rogered by Roger. Do you understand?"

"I hear you Tinker Bell, but since you've been kind 
enough to tell me about all this, I'll also give you a 
warning. I'm the loser in this contest, but you 
cheated, and if it's the last thing I do, Roger or no 
Roger, I'm not going to let you get away with it. Do 
you understand?"

She laughed. "Jeff, why do you always have to make it 
hard on yourself," she said. "When you dumped Ellen 
for that slut, you nearly screwed up your entire life, 
and you didn't realize it until weeks later. Today you 
can cut your losses, but you've got to be macho and go 
down fighting, so you're going to experience even more 
pain and humiliation from Roger's knot.

"I'm not worried about your feeble sore loser 
attempts. I've got three other pairs of hands and one 
big dog helping me. So go ahead and give it all you've 
got."

The pulling and rubbing with her left hand became more 
painful and violent. I was sure I could never come 
this way, but she was right. Her hand searched around 
inside me, and she must have found the button. All I 
felt was a slight tingle, but I heard a huge cheer 
from the other three, and then she began the 
toothpaste squeeze. I tried to focus away from the 
pain in my penis as she squeezed and began to start 
breathing slowly and rhythmically. I tried to regain 
my composure and start thinking instead of reacting, 
but it was hard.

I felt her hand inside me form into a fist and tug 
back slightly. This was my signal to move. I moved 
back until I could see the pool of sperm below me. I 
had to overcome my nausea and try to concentrate on 
what I was going to do next rather than the smell and 
taste of it as I licked it up.

I licked very slowly and felt my strength returning to 
me even as I fought back the urge to gag.

"He's almost done," yelled out Mimi. "When I pull out 
of him, he's going to try something, so bring Roger in 
here. And I need all of you to help, so put down the 
cameras.

"OK," said Felicity, "but I really wanted to get a 
close-up of his gape and his face at the same time. Do 
you think Ellen can take over on one of the cameras?"

"Ask her," said Mimi. I understood clearly now that 
she was the one in charge.

"See if she'll focus on his face," said Mimi. "Laurel 
will handle Roger until he's coupled, Bianca is the 
strongest one of you and she'll help me handle Jeff. 
You can shoot the gape, Felicity, but the second it 
closes, you need to drop the camera and help Bianca, 
me and Laurel. Everybody understand?"

I counted in my mind. Four of them could handle me, 
but two of them would be temporarily busy with the dog 
and my gape. I didn't stop to think what either thing 
meant, but my calculations added up to a chance for me 
if my timing was good and I had enough strength. I 
heard barking.

"Roger is all set," said Laurel. "I've primed him and 
he's ready to plunge into the first hole he can get 
to. Bianca and Felicity are ready, too, and Ellen has 
a camera."

For a second, I was shocked. I looked up and saw Ellen 
in front of me, aiming the handheld at my face. The 
look on her face was one I've never seen before. I 
couldn't read it at all. She was a space alien. I felt 
like crying, but I focused on my anger and my plan.

"OK," said Mimi, "get ready. Here I go."

I felt her behind me moving back on the mat. I knew 
that after she pulled her fist out of me, she would 
scurry back and hide behind the others and the dog. 
Now she was as far back as she could go, and her arm 
was straight out in front of her. Her body was 
stretched toward me, too. I felt the fist pulling 
against my anus. Thank goodness she's small and has 
short arms, I thought. Maybe I have a chance. Did I 
feel her legs at all anymore. Yes, I felt her knees 
brush my ankles. She was trying to pull them back 
further, but she had to scoot up a fraction in order 
to get the leverage to pull her fist out slowly. She 
could have easily contracted her hand and been gone by 
now, but she really wanted to open me up so the video 
would capture my gape.

I felt the fist pulling against the muscles around my 
anus and realized that if I could surprise Mimi, I had 
the best chance for my plan. I moved back toward her, 
pushing her hand back into me. She knew something 
wasn't right about that and scooted back away from me 
again and began pulling harder. Now I concentrated on 
counting down from 10 to zero. At zero, I was going to 
take a breath and push the muscles in my anus out. I 
was hoping it would loosen me enough that her fist 
would pop out before she was ready.

Four, three, two, one. Push. It worked. She let out a 
cry as she fell back unexpectedly. My anus felt like 
it had been ripped wide open, but as soon as her fist 
came out and she fell back, I turned around as fast as 
I could and grabbed her ankles and pulled them toward 
me. She came flying at me as she slid on the 
lubricant. As she realized what was happening, she 
screamed out, "Help!"

I felt some activity behind me, but I didn't care. I 
reached for her legs and quickly pulled them up in the 
air and then pushed them back over her head. I leaned 
against them to push them back further, lifting her 
ass off the mat. Her ankles were so small that I could 
hold both of them in my left hand, so I was easily 
able to find her vagina with my right. I quickly 
inserted two fingers, then three, then four. She was 
screaming, and I felt hands behind me prying my cheeks 
open and something hard poking around my rear.

I put my thumb behind my fingers and began pushing 
into her. "Get him off of me," she screamed. "Forget 
the dog." But it was too late, too late for me and too 
late for her.

I felt the dog slam into my rear and start pumping me 
like a piston going 60 miles an hour. But at the same 
time, my hand burst into Mimi, and I saw her face 
begin to grimace from the pain. "Help!" she said 
again, and her voice was just a whisper. I felt hands 
pulling at my shoulders and my arm.

"Hold it a minute if you don't want Mimi to get hurt," 
I said, puffing as I felt the dog pounding inside me. 
Mimi was right, he was smaller than her arm. But she 
had torn up my insides so much that despite all the 
lube, his rapid thrusting still caused me horrible 
stabbing pains. I need to finish before that knot 
comes out, I thought.

"Listen, I've got one hand inside Mimi's vagina, and I 
just made it into a fist. If you try to pull me off of 
her now, her entire body is going to be pulled up in 
the air by my fist, unless it's too heavy. In that 
case, my fist will be ripped out of her, and she's so 
small that it could cause major bruising or even tear 
her, and she'll need to go to the hospital for 
stitches in her vagina. Are you ready to call 911?"

The hands let go of me, but the dog kept pounding. I 
thought I felt something pushing against my anus, and 
it was scary big. I needed to finish in a hurry.

"Now everybody sit down and stay calm while I finish 
with Mimi. You can sob all you want, Mimi, but I'm not 
listening. You know why I'm doing this. So try to get 
comfortable with my hand in your vagina, because I'm 
now putting two fingers into your anus.

"OK, before I go any further, I'm going to push your 
legs back behind your ears, one on each side, and I 
want you to put your hands straight up in the air. 
Please cooperate, and you'll make this less painful 
for both of us. That's it.

"Now bring your hands down to your sides and over your 
legs. Bring them under your body and grab yourself. 
Good. That opens you up more and will make access 
easier and less painful. Now I'm putting a third 
finger inside your rear and pushing it in and out, 
gently. I know it hurts, believe me, I know. Now the 
fourth is going in, and now I'm putting the thumb 
behind the other four.

"Good, we're almost there. I hear you screaming, but 
hold on so I can finish quickly. Now, I'm starting to 
push a little with all five fingers. Look at that goo 
squirting out. I can't believe this, Mimi. You didn't 
need to use Photo Shop. You are really going to take 
my fist. I feel something start to give. I'm almost 
there. I'm in. Ohhhh noooo!"

The exclamation was because just as I pushed my hand 
into Mimi, I felt Roger push through my resistance and 
put his huge knot inside of me. At the same time, Mimi 
let out a blood-curdling scream.

Roger's knot felt like it was ripping me open. I 
wondered if I was bleeding. I heard excitement behind 
me, but I think they didn't want to cheer because of 
Mimi's position.

It took me a minute to recover, and then I said, "OK, 
ladies. Here we are. Roger's knotted to me, and I'm 
double knotted to Mimi. We're going to stay that way 
until Roger gets soft."

Mimi was whimpering like a beaten dog. "That will be 
nearly a half-hour," she said. "You could work your 
hands out of me right now, Jeff. What more do you want 
from me?"

"I want to make my hands into fists inside you, Mimi," 
I said. "Then I want to see if I can wiggle my fingers 
inside you and get a reaction. I want to see if I can 
feel my left hand with my right hand through the wall 
separating your anus from your vagina. I want to push 
them both into you up to the elbow. But I won't do any 
of those things, because I'm not as sadistic as you 
are.

"So until Roger is done, I'll just enjoy looking at 
your beautiful, sexy bush and your beautiful perfectly 
proportioned breasts. You are like a perfect doll 
who's come to life and is so hot that you're turning 
me on even though I'm in more pain than I've ever been 
in. How can such a sick mind inhabit a body so 
beautiful and alluring?"

Mimi kept whimpering, but I heard other voices now. I 
strained my ears and heard Bianca say, "You're 
kidding, Laurel. He really does that? Do you think we 
should ---"

"Shhhh," said Laurel. She was quiet a moment and then 
she whispered something. I couldn't hear it. She said 
it a little louder, and I felt the dead weight of 
Roger shifting on my back. She kept repeating it over 
and over without speaking louder, and then I finally 
heard it clearly. She was saying "Here, boy!" I yelled 
at her, but it was too late.

Roger had lifted one of his legs up and brought it 
over me to the other side. I felt his knot twist 
inside me and another stab of pain. Now he was facing 
away from me and looking at Laurel. I looked behind me 
and saw Bianca running to the kitchen and coming back. 
"Do you think he likes these," she said. "Oh yes," 
said Laurel.

"Let me," said Bianca.

"OK," said Laurel, "but be careful."

Bianca was holding some kind of cookie or cracker 
thing in her hand, and she was on the mat crawling 
toward us. "Here boy," she said as she stopped a few 
feet away and reached the snack out to Roger. He 
licked it out of her hand and into his mouth.

"He likes it," said Bianca. "Here, boy." She moved 
back a little and held out another snack. Roger 
couldn't reach it, so he began walking to her. I felt 
a huge pain in my backside as his knot tried to pull 
out of my rear. I moved backwards quickly to ease the 
pressure, and as I did so, I pulled Mimi toward me by 
my hands inside her. Her little body slid toward me on 
the lubricant.

"Stop it! You're killing me!" she screamed.

"I can't help it," I said, "Your friends are playing 
games with the dog. Get ready, here we go again."

Bianca led Roger all around the mat. I tried to move 
backward as fast as I could to follow him and warned 
Mimi when to move with me. As the three connected 
animals moved erratically around the room, I heard 
Felicity say, "This is amazing. Wait until you see 
this video."

Finally I felt a looseness inside me, and soon Roger 
was out of me and sent back into the kitchen.

"Last scene," I said. "I'm going to pull out of Mimi 
one hole at a time. I should make a big fist like she 
did so you can film her gape, but I'm going to squeeze 
my fingers together and make my hands as small as I 
can and do it very slowly to minimize her pain and 
keep from ripping her open. You wouldn't do that for 
me, would you, Mimi? Just another way we're different. 
OK, Mimi, you need to work with me."

Mimi cooperated and it was a lot easier for her to 
disengage than it had been for me. Once she was free, 
she screamed and slapped my face as hard as she could 
and pounded on my chest with her little fists. That 
was a mistake, because I still had enough strength to 
grab her and pull her greasy body to me. As exhausted 
as I was, the feel of her flesh pressed to mine 
managed to arouse me, and as she felt it, she flinched 
and then stared down at my penis.

I put my arms around her and pushed my lips on hers 
and forced a kiss on her, pushing my tongue inside her 
mouth as far as it would go. I held her like that for 
a minute, and then I got a shock. She seemed to be 
returning my kiss with her tongue and began rubbing 
her greasy crotch against my penis, arousing me even 
more.

I waited for her to try and knee me or kick me, but 
she kept on kissing me passionately and rubbing 
against me. She didn't stop until I pulled away and 
stared at her. For a moment, she returned my gaze, and 
I saw there was a strange expression on her face that 
I had never seen before. Then she laughed a nervous 
laugh and jumped up and ran to the bathroom.

I was exhausted and fell to the floor. I saw the other 
women put down their cameras and smile at me. I tried 
to smile back, but I don't know if I succeeded.

***

"Please call me Tinker Bell," said Mimi a month later 
when the Gang of Four, Ellen and I were having dinner.

"I thought you hated that name," I said.

"Not anymore," she said. "I like that you have a pet 
name for me. I know you were using it to torment me 
because my body is not as voluptuous as the other 
girls. But unless you were lying, you were really 
lusting after me when we had our contest."

"I wasn't lying," I said. "If I wasn't married to the 
most beautiful and amazing woman in the world, I'd be 
coming on to you right now."

"Thank you," she said. "I'm so tired of guys telling 
me how cute and tiny I am, like I'm a doll on a shelf. 
I think it gets me angry, and that carries over to 
other things."

"I know what you're talking about from painful 
experience," I said with a laugh. Looking around, I 
could see that all the people in the restaurant were 
staring at our table and wondering what was that one 
average looking guy doing having such a great time 
with those five incredible beauties. I loved it.

Everything had been quiet after the contest was over. 
Ellen and I didn't say a word to each other when we 
went to bed, and I fell into an exhausted sleep 
immediately. I woke up the next morning and felt great 
until I stood up. Then I felt tremendous pain between 
my buttocks that seemed to spread into my colon and 
from there radiate through my entire lower body. I 
tried to find a comfortable position for walking and 
sitting, but it was impossible, and two weeks later 
there was still an occasional twinge.

Ellen was little comfort. "I'm sure Mimi is feeling a 
hundred times worse," she said. "How could you do that 
to her?"

"Did you see the video of what she did to me?"

"Yes, I did, but two wrongs don't make a right."

I asked Ellen what she was feeling while watching the 
contest and why she volunteered for video duty.

"I can't answer those questions," she said. "I've been 
asking them to myself. All I can say is that something 
came over me while I was watching you and Mimi. It was 
like I was in a trance, but at the same time, I was 
getting tremendously aroused. Friends have told me 
that they could sometimes orgasm just using their 
minds, without even being touched, and now I believe 
them. I came three times while watching you and Mimi 
and Roger."

The Gang of Four and I managed to avoid each other for 
a couple of weeks, but then we were all at the gallery 
opening of a friend of Ellen's. We tiptoed around each 
other for a while, but at almost the same time, we 
decided to hell with that.

As we began talking, the meanness and nasty humor of 
our previous conversations weren't there anymore. 
Instead, I began finding out more about them, and the 
more I found out, the more I liked them. Why had I 
been so stupid, I thought to myself. They were friends 
of Ellen, and Ellen wouldn't have friends who weren't 
nice people.

Felicity did some video editing at work, so she took 
on the project. With all the angles from all the 
cameras, it took her two months to make the 35-minute 
production.

The world premiere was at our house, and all the 
participants except Roger attended. We all watched in 
totally mesmerized silence. Felicity had added some 
nice music and other touches, but the brutal reality 
of what we had done overwhelmed everything else. 
Afterward, everybody seemed nervous and careful when 
talking about it. The consensus was that we had shared 
in a unique moment in the history of the world, 
whether there was anything significant in it or not.

I didn't watch it after that, except on the 
anniversary of the contest, when we all got together 
for a screening. But the other women apparently saw it 
a lot.

One night, when Ellen came home from a girl's night 
out, she said that they had a viewing after dinner.

"You have to promise me something in case I get run 
over by a bus," she said.

"What's that?" I said.

"First of all, if any of my friends are married, you 
have to promise not to destroy their marriages. And if 
more than one is still single, you're not allowed to 
marry any of them. You'll have to let all of them move 
in here and be your harem."

"Where is this coming from?" I asked.

"It's because they all love you so much," she said. "I 
become jealous when I listen to them. They want to 
know everything that happens to you, and they worry 
about you a lot more than I do."

Even on days when she doesn't watch the video. Ellen 
uses it to get herself aroused, just by talking about 
it. "I know I can never imagine how much discomfort 
you went through that night," she said one night, "but 
maybe for some special occasion, like a really 
important anniversary or birthday if you would 
consider letting me milk you. I promise I won't be as 
brutal as Mimi was, although I have to admit I loved 
what she did.

"Maybe you'd let me do that if you got to fist me 
first in my vagina, or both places at the same time, 
like you did to Mimi?"

On another night, she said, "What would you think of 
me hiring a big man with a really huge penis to make 
love to you in your ass while I was lying under you in 
a 69. After he fills you with an incredible amount of 
sperm, I would eat it all out of your ass. Or what if 
he did that to me, and you would eat it out of my 
ass."

Of course, it was all talk, but for her it was an 
aphrodisiac, because after these conversations, she 
turned into a nymphomaniac, and I couldn't keep up 
with her, although I had a great time trying.

Another time, she came home from a girls' night out 
and told me, "We spent the entire night talking about 
a fivesome with you, how it would work, who would do 
what to whom and so on. It was getting more and more 
real to us until Mimi said she wouldn't participate 
even though the idea sounded incredibly hot. She said 
we wouldn't know until afterward whether it would 
destroy our marriage and friendships, and no matter 
how good the sex was, it wasn't worth that price. 
Let's go to bed."

"Let's go to bed," was what she said when she was 
anxious for a night of wild sex. While we were going 
at it, I thought about the fivesome idea and about 
Mimi shooting it down. I hoped Ellen didn't see that I 
was a little sad when I heard the story.

That's because I knew Mimi wouldn't let the girls do 
anything that would change the way things are now. 
Mimi and I are in deeply in love, both emotionally and 
physically. Sometimes I think Ellen knows it, but 
she's smart enough to never bring it up.

Mimi and I have never spoken of our love, because we 
don't have to, since we know that it will never be 
consummated again -- if you can call that long kiss 
and her rubbing against me a consummation. We both 
love Ellen too much to ever hook up.

Even though we've never discussed it, we are both 
careful that we are never alone together. When I greet 
the Gang of Four and kiss them each on the cheek, she 
and I exchange the fastest kisses of all. When I 
unconsciously look at her with sadness and desire and 
she spots me, she quickly yawns or gets up or turns 
the other way or does something to make me snap out of 
it. But most of the time, she's the one who lets her 
guard down, and I'm the one who has to leave the room 
or distract the others until she can get hold of 
herself.

When Ellen told me we needed to find Mimi a husband, I 
jumped into the project enthusiastically. Ellen says 
I'm too picky, and that Mimi would love to be married 
to someone like me. I told her that she had to pardon 
me for bringing this up again, but although I was 
happy and grateful she had settled for me, there was 
no way I was going to let Mimi make a mistake like 
that.


END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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