The A.V. Club - Ch. 21

A Novel by J. K. Ermon (jokermon)

Chapter Twenty-One: In-Depth Training

This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction for the entertainment of adults only. Everything in this story is imaginary and is not meant to represent any real-life people, events, or medical conditions. It contains explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content. If that's not your thing, or if reading this type of material is unlawful where you reside, don't read it. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older, even if it seems otherwise for dramatic or narrative purposes. Please enjoy this story responsibly and do not repost without permission. This story is copyright©2016 J. K. Ermon.

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Since I was still pretending to have a job, I had to head out Saturday morning. I got in my car, started the engine and realized I had absolutely no idea where I was going.

I headed out anyway. At first, I drove aimlessly, playing the radio and humming along. I saw a guy working on his car in the front yard and decided to drive over to Radakovic Auto Body to hang out with Mark and Donnie.

When I got there, Donnie was doing an oil change on an old Caprice and Mark was seated behind the counter, perusing the August 1963 issue of Joint.

Joint was a sausage mag that specialized in 'local talent' rather than glamorous big-name dickgirl stars. It was known for its raw, unpolished look. Most of their photospreads were shot at actual sausage joints. They were careful to show only the faces of the dickgirl performers. The faces of the audience members were always blurred. The rest of their pictorials were homemade, sent in for money by aspiring DG performers trying to build names for themselves. Mark liked it for what he called its 'sense of verisimilitude.'

"Jesus, Mark," I complained. "What if your dad sees you reading that?"

"Hell," snorted Donnie, "what if a customer sees him reading that?"

Mark rolled his eyes.

"(A)," he said in such a way that I could hear the parentheses, "What's he gonna do, fire me? And (B), what customers?"

"So what brings you here, Tallboy?" Donnie asked, leaning over the Caprice's exposed engine.

"Oh, you know," I said, scuffing my shoe on the floor. "Unemployed, can't be home. Don't have to be anyplace for hours."

"Where's Emily?" grunted Donnie, twisting something in the guts of the car.

"Out with Marianne. Won't see her til after three."

"Hell, if you need a job," said Mark, "you could make a run into Kentucky. Dad and I were gonna visit Roessler Auto Salvage in Buckner today, but something came up."

"You want me to pick up parts for your dad?"

"Hell, no. Dickgirl mags. There's a great little adult bookstore just down the street from Roessler's. It's called Chuck's. It's the best. They sell used."

He opened the cash register and took out a couple fives.

"See if you can get the October '59 issue of-"

"Broadpoles," Donnie and I said together. For Mark, Candi Gatling's last known photoshoot would always be the Big One That Got Away.

"Yeah, yeah." Mark rolled his eyes as I took the money from him. I figured, if nothing else, it would give me something to do for a few hours.

"Here." He handed me a well-worn Kentucky road map. "Roessler's is marked."

"Thanks," I said. "See you guys." I headed for my car.

"See you," grunted Donnie.

"Have fun," said Mark laconically.

Minutes later I was driving over the Carson-Edison bridge into Kentucky.

~~~

Buckner, Kentucky is sprawling little town just outside Louisville. It used to take three or four hours to get there from Point Pleasant, but ever since they finished work on the new I-71, it took about an hour and forty minutes. I'd have plenty of time to browse.

I found Roessler's easily enough. There was a cluster of little shops on the corner past it, where the junkyard's tall wooden-plank fence ended. There was a small appliance repair shop, a closed grain and feed store, and a shop with no front window whose sign read Chuck's Books and Magazines, New & Used!

I opened the door and it let out a godawful scraping noise as the bottom dragged on the floor. The cheery jangle of the door-chimes was superfluous.

The smell of old books enfolded me. I breathed it in.

Ah, that's the stuff, I thought.

For me, the smell of an ancient bookstore was almost as intoxicating as vitamin J.

It was dim and dusty in there and my eyes had to adjust. There was a magazine rack by the door filled with regular stuff like Time, Life, and Popular Mechanics. Bookshelves lined the walls and revolving wire racks filled the floor space.

The place was quiet. You could almost hear the whisper of pages and the creak of bookcase lumber. It was meditative, monasterial.

There was a cashier's desk set midway down the left wall. A bearded man in his late twenties was behind it, inventorying a stack of Louis L'Amour westerns. He had the longest hair I'd ever seen on a man in real life, at least down to his shoulders. He looked up as I came in and we traded nods. He went back to his work.

Each spinning bookstand and section of shelving was labeled with a large hand-written placard. History, Mystery, Romance, Thrillers. My pulse picked up when I saw Fantasy/Science Fiction.

Tolkien, Asimov, Howard, Heinlein, Herbert. It was like meeting old friends in a strange place.

I snapped up an untouched-looking copy of Dune. I'd already read it, but Emily hadn't. There was a Heinlein there I'd been meaning to get - Stranger in a Strange Land. I snapped it up, too.

Several minutes later I had an armful of paperbacks and realized I'd forgotten why I was there. I looked around. Mark had described the place as an adult bookstore, but it looked pretty normal to me. There were James A. Micheners and John le Carrés as far as the eye could see. There was an unmarked doorway with swinging saloon-style wooden doors in the far corner. Next to it, a kid with a backwards-turned Cincinnati Reds baseball cap was crouched loading ancient hardcovers into a big cardboard box.

I took my books to the cashier and he rang them up with a desultory "thanks." My dad would have called this guy a freak or a hairbag, but to me, he looked like any bored guy at work. He went right back to stocktaking as soon has he'd bagged my purchase.

I cleared my throat. I was absurdly reminded of buying condoms from Ernie Rittenhouse.

"Do you have, um... sausage mags?"

"Yup." The longhair didn't even look up from his sorting. He tilted his head towards the saloon doors. "Back there, on the right."

"Thanks."

The boy in the baseball cap didn't look up either as I went past him. The wooden wings swung open to a short hallway. There were some unmarked doors on the left, but to the right was an open double doorway with a multicolored beaded curtain.

I went through and stopped cold.

Holy shit. Jackpot.

The room was bigger than I thought it would be. It was about half the size of the main shop floor.

The building must extend back a lot further than the storefront would suggest, I thought faintly.

I'd never seen so many sausage mags so openly displayed. They were a rare commodity in Ohio, something to be treasured. The AVC had subscriptions to the big three: Hungbunny, Boobfürter and Babewurst. That was all we could afford. Frank, as Correspondence Chief, maintained the subscriptions through postal money orders and whenever new mags arrived at our PO box, always got first peek. A week later we'd draw straws to decide who got them next. I had notoriously bad luck with the sausage lottery; by the time I got the latest issues, they were always pretty sticky.

The AVC had a vigorous underground economy in trading, bartering and buying these magazines off each other. We were like kids with baseball cards.

I was looking at a room the size of a high school classroom filled with brand-new and mint-condition magazines. I was unprepared for the sight of such riches. It was like stumbling onto Smaug's hoard.

I thought of all the times Mark had invited me to come along on one of his buying excursions. I was always too chicken.

I have been missing out. Scratch that - I have been a colossal dickhead.

The lighting was a lot better in there. There were multiple magazine racks on every wall. There were four large tables in the middle. Each one was edge-to-edge with cardboard cartons filled with used magazines. There were even three spinning wire book stands packed with pornographic dickgirl novels, called sausagebacks.

Each magazine rack had its own placard on the wall over it and each sign had exclamation points: New! Unsold Back Issues! Staff Picks! Imports!

Each table had a little sign on a stand: Used Magazines in Excellent Condition!

I shuffled forward and began to browse. I'm sure I looked like a gawping pilgrim at the Vatican. I saw every dickgirl mag I'd ever heard of in that backroom, and many that were new to me. There was a magazine dedicated to black DG's called Hard Chocolate and one in Spanish called Vergachicas.

A big sign on the wall caught my eye. It was handwritten in magic marker on posterboard.

No Sexual Activity Allowed on Premises. This is a Place of Business. Once You're at Home, That's Your Business.

I blinked. Wow, I thought. How many cats got caught whacking off in here to make a sign like that necessary?

I shook my head and got back on track. I went to the Used! tables and found the box for Broadpoles.

I flipped through it. I was impressed. Every magazine had its own little plastic sheath and an eight-by-ten cardboard backing. A lot of comic book stores weren't even doing that yet.

The issues were even in chronological order, with the most recent first. Not only were they all in great condition, for many months they had multiple copies.

I flipped through the box, and then muttered "Shoot." Regrettably, that wasn't the case for 1959. All they had was January and December, and only one copy each. They were still classics (the 1959 Christmas issue had a blazing hot threesome with Dicksey Gurley, Dazey Woodcock and Ingrid Stürmer in Santa hats) so I set them aside.

I browsed through more of the Used! boxes and my stack of purchases grew. It seemed like I was discovering some long-lost treasure every few minutes. I had a more-than-decent boner going and I was glad I had the place to myself.

I went over to the Imports! rack, which was a lot smaller than the others. These issues weren't individually packaged. A lot of them weren't even in standard American magazine sizes. Some of them were almost as big as Life magazine, others were the size of trade-sized paperbacks, although much slimmer. When I began flipping through them, they were mostly pictures; there was little text and it was all in German or Danish.

I whistled. There weren't just solo pictorials of dickgirls, but also dickgirls with men and women. This was absolutely verboten in sausage mags produced for the domestic market. Dickgirl-on-dickgirl was fine, but not dickgirls and what the law considered 'actual people.' You could not get subscriptions to these titles in America.

I thumbed through the pages of Spermawerfendefrauen hungrily. My dick got harder. I recognized the Hammersmith sisters and their pretty boyfriend.

"Oh, yeah," I breathed. They were sucking his dick and licking his asshole and then fucking that asshole, both individually and together. The pictorial was full of tight, well-lit close-ups. It ended with shots of his gaping anus clogged with sperm. I had to resist the urge to stick a hand down my pants. I began to understand the necessity of that prohibitive notice on the wall.

One of Frank's dickgirl pen pals had given him the scoop about imports. Since AXA didn't exist anywhere else in the world, all the pictures for these magazines were shot here in the states by local photographers. They would then sell the negatives for staggering sums to overseas publishers. Only a trickle of these magazines ever made it back here. They were only ever sold second hand. It was a safe bet I was looking at the biggest collection in the sausage belt.

Shit. No wonder this place is Mark's favorite.

The prices reflected their rarity; the imports averaged four-fifty per issue. I winced. In those days, a brand spanking new Playboy hot off the newsstand was seventy-five cents. I didn't care. My stack of magazines got taller.

I went over to the standing wire racks. The novels had standard lurid paperback covers with sultry femme fatales or wide-eyed ingenues in revealing attire, except they all wore sporrans. They had titles like Hag-Bred Blackmailer, Dickgirl Babysitter, Sausage Slaves, and Satan was a Dickgirl. I picked up a few.

I continued to browse. On the Unsold Back Issues! rack, I discovered an old copy of Femmestrüdel with a Haley photoshoot I'd never seen before. A real gem of a find. Then I went to the New! rack and sifted through the Hungbunnies and Babewursts. I made my way to the bottom of the rack and stopped cold.

The latest issue of Joint was there. Pauline was on the cover. It was just a portrait shot of her from the shoulders up, but I recognized the Christmas lights and barn rafters behind her. I even recognized the photo. I'd taken it.

The blurb alongside her face read, Polly Pole Poleaxes Ogilvie's!

I snatched it up, checked the editorial masthead page where the contents were listed, and whipped through to Pauline's set.

"Holy shit," I whispered aloud.

It was a fifteen-page spread and every picture came from the rolls Claire and I shot at Ogilvie's that night. It seemed like years ago instead of weeks.

There was Pauline, stepping out, looking radiant in all of her oily naked glory. There she was, shimmying and shaking amid the blurry shadows of raised hands clapping. There she was, ejaculating into the crowd. Claire had captured it perfectly. Lens flares flashed along the undulations of her streamers, mid-air. There was the shot of all those male hands appearing out of the darkness to grope her breasts. I recognized my own hands among them. There was the shot of four hands stroking her cock, each from a different man. There was the rafter-reaching cum fountain that followed.

I gulped. Joint was really pushing the limits with this pictorial. They were known for that. It was one of the reasons Mark liked it so much.

I was four pages in when the customers' faces began appearing. They were all anonymized with narrow black redaction bars across their eyes.

Wait a minute, I thought stupidly. That's it? What happened to blurring out their entire faces?

I turned the page and damn near dropped the magazine. There was a shot of Pauline on all fours with my dick in her mouth. I knew it was me because my face was in the frame. I remembered Claire taking that shot. My eyes were hidden, but you could still see my mouth hanging open in an expression of remarkable idiocy. My sense of the black bars being inadequate tripled.

Jesus, I thought dizzily. You can't show this. Did they change the rules and nobody told us?

I stared at the glossy images and slowly went from page to page. It only got worse (or better, depending on your point of view). There was the shot of Pauline beaming into the camera and showing off her mouthful of my cum. There was the shot of her swallowing, and then another of her open, now-empty mouth. There were all the rest of the customers, Allen and all my friends with their blacked-out eyes, getting sucked off after me. They were likewise stupefied with ecstasy, heads tilted back and their mouths wide open.

I had to admit, it was one of the hottest pictorials I'd ever seen. My dick pounded in my pants even as panic and chagrin made my heart pound in my ears.

Could I... could we get recognized from this?

I turned a page, and the real shock came. There was Claire, completely uncensored, sucking Pauline's great post. Her unbarred eyes were closed in bliss.

I took that picture, I thought. And now here it is in print.

Absurdly, I felt proud. I had captured not only the dick in Claire's mouth, but Pauline's face above, looking down delightedly.

I had immortalized Claire's first taste of emergent dick.

I slowly turned the pages. It was quite possibly the most vividly documented blowjob in the history of sausage mags. It was certainly the most beautiful, though I may be biased. A third of the entire pictorial was devoted to Claire slurping and slobbering away on Pauline's cock. I'm not being egotistical when I say the pictures were excellent. I had gone through several rolls and I knew they just cherry picked the best ones. I had no doubt there was a lot of dreck.

I was, however, a little impressed that I was able to get such a clear shot of Claire's face mashed up into Pauline's vagina. Not to mention the ones of her sucking and pulling on Pauline's ball sack with her mouth. They were pure gold.

I wasn't able to capture the same kind of sparkle on Pauline's ejaculation, but I imagine Claire was playing with shutter speeds and the like. It was all I could do to just point and shoot. There were some dynamic, albeit blurry action shots of her cum arching over Claire's head.

It ended, of course, with the last picture I took - Pauline and Claire sharing a very messy kiss.

I noticed there was a caption near the lower margin of the page.

"Featuring the Joint debut of Trixie Truncheon, a never-before seen dickgirl from Merrie Olde England. She took home a very special souvenir from her time as an exchange student in Topeka. Regrettably, Trixie says she has no intentions of turning pro but wishes Joint's Rabid Readers all the best. Say it ain't so, Trixie! Come back soon!"

I flipped back through the pictorial. None of the shots revealed Claire from the waist down.

I began thinking, very fast and very hard.

I gathered up every copy of that issue of Joint (there were five in total) and took them and all my other purchases to the counter. It took two trips.

I tapped the topmost issue of Joint in the pile. "Do you have any more copies of this, in the back? I'll take them all."

He shook his head. "Just what we had on the shelves."

"Fine." I paid. The manager had to load all my magazines into two cardboard boxes. There were too many for bags.

"Andy," he called to the kid in the baseball cap, "could you help this man with his goods?"

The kid nodded and hoisted a box without complaint. He carried it out behind me, keeping the bill of his ball cap down over his face the whole time.

I put the bag with my sci-fi books in the front seat. Andy and I put the boxes full of dickgirl smut in the trunk.

Even as I walked and carried, my brain was putting it together. Claire and company needed money for their movie venture. They sold the Ogilvie photos to Joint. It made sense.

To circumvent the rules, they claimed that Claire was a dickgirl, since there was no photographic proof otherwise. The name Trixie Truncheon had Claire's sly wit all over it. So far, so good.

Logically, she would assume the editorial staff at Joint would blur out anything unlawful. I'm sure Claire and company had no idea the magazine would take this opportunity to push the envelope that hard. While the men in the photos had their eyes obscured, their penises were completely unredacted. You could see Pauline's lips wrapped around them and everything. It was really hot stuff. Hot, as in illegal. And also, to be fair, hot as in erotic.

Could've been worse, I thought. We could've run out of film after I sucked Pauline's dick. Thank heaven for small blessings.

"Thanks a lot," I told the kid, and opened my car door. Andy cleared his throat. I looked at him. He was still looking at his shoes.

For a second, I wondered if he wanted me to tip him. Then he lifted his head and I got my first real look under his cap. I realized what I was too distracted to notice before: Andy wasn't a boy.

It was no mystery why I didn't catch it. She was wearing a baggy plaid workshirt and an even baggier pair of dungarees. Either she had really short hair or she'd swept it up under her cap. Either way, she'd dressed herself down considerably.

Ah, I thought. Andi, not Andy.

Then something else registered: Andi wasn't just a girl, she was emergent. The sudden insight startled me. I didn't know how I knew it, but I didn't doubt it for a second.

Jeez, she's no older than Alison.

Her beautiful green eyes were full of anxiety and all kinds of emotions. Suddenly, all my concerns about Joint magazine were a million miles away. I held out my hand.

"Hello," I said. "I'm Bobby Halverson. It's really nice to meet you."

She shook it. Her palm was moist, her grip tight and twitchy.

"Andrea Betts," she said faintly. "Hi."

She seemed really keyed up about something. She kept shifting her weight from foot to foot and her eyes were like a spooked mare's. Clearly, she needed something from me.

"Do you wanna sit and talk?" I asked her.

She nodded. "Just let me... I gotta tell my uncle I'm taking lunch."

She dashed back into the bookstore and came out a minute later. She got into the front seat beside me without hesitation.

"Do you wanna get something to eat?" I asked. "My treat."

She nodded. "There's a diner. Just outside Buckner. Take the highway." She pointed.

"They got good food there?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I've never been. Nobody knows me there."

I nodded. "Smart."

I started the car. Once we were in motion, I asked her, "When did you emerge?"

She shot me a startled look. Then she stared at her folded hands in her lap.

"Last month," she said softly.

"Jesus," I said, and whistled. "You must still be in the freakout phase, huh?"

"Yeah," she said. Then she paused.

"Why are you so attractive?" she blurted out.

Now it was my turn to give her a startled look. "What do you mean?"

"The moment you came in the store... it was hard to look away from you. Something about you... I just really liked you, and I wanted..." She stopped abruptly and blushed hard. She looked at her lap again.

"Well, thank you," I said. I tried to ease her embarrassment. "That's very flattering."

"I just... knew," she mumbled. "That I could trust you. That I could... talk to you. That you'd understand."

She looked up at me. "How did you know? About me. I know it doesn't show, I worked really hard on making sure these pants hide it."

I answered, "The same way that you knew I'd be sympathetic to your situation. I've been with dickgirls a lot. It changes you. For the better, of course," I added hurriedly. "It leaves a mark. Not everybody can see it, but it makes sense that you can."

I recalled Lucille telling us how we all glowed.

She cleared her throat. "Have you been with... a lot of dickgirls?"

"Not as many as I'd like," I said, trying to keep the tone light. "But enough to know one when I see one."

She took a deep breath. "Are you... going to take advantage of me?"

I shot her another startled glance. "No. What made you think I might?"

"You're very exciting. More exciting than... even Jimmy Dean or the Beatles." She paused. "Or even Marlon Brando." She blushed again.

"Well," I said philosophically, "you might rethink that if you ever met Brando or the Beatles in person. To be clear, I'm not going to take advantage of you." I paused. "How old are you, anyway?"

"I turned eighteen two days ago." She sighed. "I honestly thought I was going to make it. I had one month left. And then..." She trailed off.

Fourteen-to-seventeen was the typical window for AXA emergence. There'd been a few instances of girls as old as nineteen emerging, but they were extremely rare.

Jesus, I thought. Just a few months younger than me and Alison.

"Does anybody else know?" I asked her.

She shook her head.

"Good," I said fervently. "Keep it like that for as long as you can."

"It won't be long," she said. "This is Kentucky, Bobby. When a girl my age gets all secretive and starts dressing to hide her body, people know what's up."

She took a deep breath. "I didn't want any of this," she burst out. "I don't want to go on the sausage circuit." She sounded close to tears. "I don't want to become one of those women in the magazines. I don't want to be a prostitute."

I could tell this was the first time she'd ever dared articulate her biggest fears.

"You don't have to," I told her. "Drop out of high school, get your GED by correspondence. Tell your parents you're getting bullied or whatever. Figure out what you want to do with your life and get after it."

"Oh?" she asked in a brittle voice. "And what might that be?"

"What are you good at?" I asked. "Take a second and really think about it. What are you passionate about?"

She was quiet for a moment. I kept my eyes on the road.

"I like clothes," she said eventually. "Designing them. Making them, mending them, alterations, all that."

"That's great," I said. "That's not a restricted career for emergent women. Bear in mind," I added, "if you want to go to a design college, many of them require a doctor's note stating you're free of AXA. There are ways around that, though."

"Here's the diner," she said, pointing.

It was a greasy spoon oddly named Coolie's. I pulled in and parked.

"When do you have to be back at the bookstore?" I asked, opening the driver's side door.

"Forty-five minutes," she said, getting out. "Uncle Tony's not a stickler, though."

"So who's Chuck, then?"

"My grandpa. Was my grandpa. He died when I was little. Tony inherited the place. He lets me work on weekends."

We slid into a booth and a waitress in her fifties promptly dropped off a pair of menus. They were the kind that had pictures. We got cheeseburgers and sodas. I was glad my complexion seemed to be bulletproof these days. A month ago, this meal would've had me breaking out like Steve McQueen in The Great Escape.

"It's good that you're working," I said. "Are you saving your money? For college, or whatever?"

"I'm trying to," she shrugged. "It doesn't seem very hopeful, right now."

"Hey now," I said sharply. "If you don't want to go on the sausage circuit, you do have workable options. Save up your dough and go to college."

"But what about the doctor's note?"

"Not all of them require that," I said. I recalled what Harold told me. I pulled a school notebook out of my knapsack and tore out a sheet. I passed it over to her and handed her a pen.

"Write this down. Colorado, Berkeley, Austin, Michigan State." I was gratified to see her obey quickly. "They do not require doctor's notes. Emergent women can attend there."

I recapped what Harold said about each of them. She scribbled furiously. I shrugged. "I don't know about their arts and design courses, Andrea, I'm sorry. that's all I've got. I wish I had something more reassuring to tell you."

She shrugged. "Call me Andi. And don't worry about it." She tapped the page. "This is a lot more than I had yesterday. Thank you."

She folded it up and put it in her pocket. Then she bit her lip. I could she wanted to ask me something.

"What's on your mind?"

"Why do you bother with those stupid magazines? I mean, a boy who looks like you could have any girl he wants."

I snorted, but then realized she sort of had a point. I'd been getting lots of confusing looks from women recently. One of the substitute teachers at Grant High, a young lady fresh out of teacher's college, came up to me Friday afternoon. I guess she assumed I was a teacher's assistant. She asked me for directions to the staff lounge and stood close to me the whole time, using a very breathy voice.

The fact that these women found me attractive was hard to absorb. Case in point, here was Andi, batting her lovely emerald eyes at me.

"I grew up on them," I said. "Looking at them... it's nostalgic for me, I guess."

"That's an awful lot of nostalgia in your trunk."

I did not want to get into why I needed to buy out their entire stock of the latest Joint magazine. I countered instead. "Have you ever read them?"

"They're gross," she said with a shudder. "All nasty and... gooey. Also, they're like... Sears catalogs, advertising... women. It's disgusting."

"It's women promoting themselves," I corrected. "And that's not all of them," I said. "Emergent Passions has good articles."

"You didn't buy any copies of it."

Talking to Andi was getting uncomfortably like talking to my combative little sister. I shrugged.

Emergent Passions touted itself as 'the thinking man's sausage magazine.' It was Frank's favorite. I found it a little long-winded, as did the rest of us. Mark outright called it pretentious. We all preferred our dickgirl mags in wall-to-wall smut format.

"They have pictorials too," I said. "But if you're looking for hard information about the state of Seahag Syndrome in America, they're your best bet."

"If you say so," she said dubiously.

Thankfully, our order arrived and we dug in.

~~~

On our way back to the bookstore, I cleared my throat.

"There's... something I'd like to ask you, but if you find it too personal, you don't have to answer. I'll understand."

She gave me a curious look. She seemed a lot more relaxed now. "Go ahead."

"Have you, um... used it yet?"

Red flooded her cheeks. "Um. No. It's, uh... stood up a bunch of times, but I haven't, um, tried... that."

"You need to start doing that," I said firmly. "Emergent women have abilities once they've... sexually matured. You're gonna need every advantage you can get."

Her eyes got wide. "All that stuff is true?"

"I don't know what you've been reading," I said, "But your ability to read me, to know about me? That will extend to everybody. It's incredibly useful. You will understand people's feelings, their motives, at a glance. You'll see anyone with harmful intent coming a mile away."

I took a breath. "I'm not saying you have to have sex with anyone, but your abilities will develop faster if you do." I shrugged. "You can get there using the do-it-yourself route, but it takes longer."

I parked around the corner from the bookshop.

Andi got out, and so did I. "Take care of yourself," I told her.

She gave me a brave little smile. "You too, Bobby Halverson."

On impulse, I gave her a hug. She hugged me back.

I could feel her simmering potential deep below the surface. I reached out with my core and let it touch hers. I felt it wake to a lazy boil. I coaxed it, and her magma pool rose and grew.

I broke the clinch before either she or I got an erection. Her eyes were wide again, this time with wonder and excitement. They were also a little glassy with what was unmistakably Seahag fever.

"Something to grow on," I told her.

"Oh my," she said breathlessly.

"Remember," I told her. "Twice a day, mornings and evenings. Get some air fresheners, and clean up after yourself. Use a towel or a sock that you can launder yourself."

"Wow," she said with a laugh, shaking her head. "I can't decide if you are very nice or very nasty."

"I'm both," I said with a smile, and drove away.

~~~

I took the I-71 back to Point Pleasant. I went straight to Marianne's secret hump den (her aunt's place) and got there with a half-hour to spare. I helped myself to a shower and heard someone come in just as I was drying off.

"Bobby?"

It was Emily, thank goodness.

"In here," I called back. "Be right out."

I struggled my damp body into my dry clothes and headed for the guest bedroom. Emily was seated on the bed. She rose as soon as I entered and hugged me.

She held our embrace as she looked up at me.

"Oh," she said. "Something happened this morning."

I nodded. "I had to run an errand in Kentucky. I ran into this really green dickgirl at a bookstore. She'd only emerged a month ago. She was at her wits' end. She had no idea what to do."

"What did you do?"

"I took her out to lunch. I talked to her about colleges, her options. I think she was a bit less upset at the end of it." I opened up my knapsack. "That reminds me." I pulled out the new copy of Dune I'd just purchased. "Happy birthday."

She smiled. "You're a little early. My birthday's October fourteenth. Libra." She took it from me and hefted it. "Wow, that's a real brick."

I nodded. "Eight hundred and ninety-six pages. And not a word wasted."

"Thank you, I can't wait to start reading it." She kissed me and put the book in her handbag, where it bulged like a literal brick. "So what was this girl's name?"

"Andrea Betts. Andi." I shrugged. "I think she's gonna be alright. I don't think she's ready to dive into the full range of sexual stuff just yet. But I'm sure she's gonna be a busy little masturbator for the next little while."

"That's good." She checked her watch. "They'll be here any second. Get in the closet. There's a nice big keyhole."

"Seriously?" I asked.

"We're moving on to other things today. Not just blowjobs." She glowed with anticipation. "Trust me, you're not gonna want to miss it."

Once again feeling like an idiot at the behest of my girlfriend, I went into the closet and shut the door.

I knelt down and the keyhole was there, and as big as advertised. It provided an excellent, if static, wide-angle view of the room. Emily blew me a kiss again.

She turned on the bedside transistor clock radio and the Doors came on, playing Light my Fire. She did a little striptease for me, quickly and efficiently undressing down to her now-signature pink heels. Her penis rose, and then, to my delight, erupted for me as Morrison roared about setting the night on fire.

She stroked into her palm and lapped up her cum. She rubbed some on her nipples and her belly. She rubbed her balls and her shaft until they glistened with sperm.

Okay, that's enough of that. I was getting to my feet in preparation to storming forth and cock-punishing my impudent concubine when I heard the back door open. My knees hit the carpet again and my eye went back to the keyhole.

Seconds later, Marianne walked in along with all three of the girls. They all gasped at the sight of my naked, shiny girlfriend. I was equally startled when Heidi rushed into Emily's arms and hugged her.

"So good to see you again, Emily!"

"Oh my. You too, Heidi." Emily hugged her back.

Heidi's sallow complexion was noticeably less sallow. Her pimples were gone. She looked vital and happy to be there. There was no hint of her default bitch-on-her-period sourness.

Stephanie and Linda also looked good, but that was typical of them. They all seemed very chipper and excited, Marianne included.

Heidi stepped back and took hold of Emily's erect penis. She jigged it up and down as though she were shaking hands. "And a very good afternoon to you too, sir," she giggled.

Emily laughed and kissed her. It was a very deep and erotic kiss and no doubt loaded with her sperm. Heidi's eyes were noticeably brighter and softer when their lips parted.

Emily put a hand on her head and pressed down. Heidi eagerly went to her knees and didn't waste any time. She immediately began kissing and licking the bulb of Emily's penis.

Emily beckoned to Linda and Stephanie. "Come here, you two. Bring it in."

They came in on either side of her while Heidi knelt in the middle. They both hugged and kissed her. Like Heidi, they both came away from it a bit J-ish.

Heidi had both hands around Emily's post and was sucking it into her mouth. Her auburn head began moving back and forth. Emily's face relaxed into her slack-jawed-and-happy I'm getting a blowjob expression. She sat down on the bed and spread her legs wide. Heidi followed her down without breaking contact or even missing a beat.

Heidi had her eyes closed in concentration.

"Look at me, sweetie," said Emily. Heidi's blue eyes opened and looked up at her. "You want to make lots of eye contact when you're pleasing someone. You want to be looking in their eyes. That way, you'll know at once if something does or doesn't work. A big part of this is communication. Non-verbal communication. You must... attune yourself to their responses."

Emily pushed Linda and Stephanie's heads down to her breasts. "You two make yourselves useful. Suck my nipples."

"What does this have to do with blowjobs?" asked Stephanie, but nonetheless gamely began sucking my girlfriend's big pink pegs. Linda did the same.

"Ahh," Emily closed her eyes. "Boys' nipples are more sensitive than you think. More sensitive, in fact, than they themselves realize. Nipple-play can be a great warm-up to the main event."

"Oh wow," moaned Linda. "You taste like candy."

"Ooh thank you," Emily moaned back. "Use your teeth and gently pull on them... eee! Yes, like that."

Emily lay back on her elbows and cradled their heads to her chest while Heidi's auburn head continued bobbing. Marianne knelt down next to her and murmured pointers in her ear. I only picked up "relax your throat," amid all the sucking and smacking sounds the girls were making.

"Heidi, use your hands," panted Emily. "Stroke the shaft. That's it. Focus your mouth on the tip. Good. Good. That's... guh-!"

Emily let out one of her trademark sweet, high-pitched grunts. Heidi made loud joyful noises as she glugged down the following inundation of sperm.

"Oh, well done," gasped Emily. "Stephanie, your turn."

Stephanie had her hair pulled back in a ponytail. It was delightful to watch it bop around as her head rose and fell. Marianne kissed Heidi and pushed her tongue in her mouth, swirling it about for the J. Heidi moaned and kissed her back.

Emily took hold of Linda's head with both hands and popped it off her tit. They kissed too. Linda's hand crept up and fondled Emily's boobs. She even pinched and pulled on her nipples while they smooched.

It was incredibly erotic, watching all these girls kiss. There was also something kinky about them being fully-clothed while surrounding my butt-naked girlfriend.

Down between her legs, Stephanie went at it with a will. Like Heidi, she wrapped both hands around the base and stroked while her head powered up and down.

Emily moaned into Linda's mouth. The muscles in her belly began jumping. Stephanie's head twitched as sperm suddenly rushed into her mouth and I could hear her gulping. Sudsy streams trickled down over Emily's balls.

"Your turn, Linda," sighed Emily.

Stephanie got to her feet unsteadily and Linda took her place. The blonde made a surprised little "urk!" noise when Marianne seized her and kissed her. To my surprise, Stephanie melted into it and gave back as much tongue as she got. Heidi immediately snuggled up next to Emily on the bed and began squeezing and nursing on her teats.

Jeez, I thought as my erection throbbed excitedly. Emily's stuff is working overtime today.

"Lick my balls first, Linda," moaned Emily. "Get all the cum off of them."

Linda did so at once. Emily made a sweet sigh of contentment.

"Lovely," she said. "Now show me what you can do."

The raven-haired girl promptly went into a lot of up-and-down sucking on Emily's post. I was impressed by how much deeper she could take it than yesterday. In moments, my girlfriend was coming in her mouth as well.

Marianne knelt down beside her and kissed her the second her mouth pulled free of Emily's penis. Marianne plundered Linda's mouth of all its sweet creamy goodies, and then she took Emily's still-upright and oozing dick into her mouth.

"Oh," Emily moaned. Marianne sucked her off swiftly and made her ejaculate in under twenty seconds. The other girls stared in awe.

Marianne pulled away and studied Emily's dick as it twitched. She squeezed it until a final white pearl appeared in its urethra and then licked it away.

"Excellent as usual, Marianne," panted Emily. "Now, show of hands, are any of you still virgins? Any intact hymens here?"

I wasn't surprised when neither Stephanie nor Linda raised their hands. When Heidi didn't either, however, I was very surprised indeed. So were the others.

"Get outta here," said Stephanie. "You've gone all the way?"

Heidi shook her head. "Not with a boy." She looked a little sheepish. "Cucumbers."

Stephanie laughed. "Cucumbers?"

"Be nice, Stephanie," murmured Emily.

Linda looked shocked and intrigued. "Didn't that hurt?"

Heidi half-shrugged. "It kinda did, the first time. I kept at it, though. Now I really like it." She looked at Emily. "But I'd prefer to do things with a boy."

"We'll get there, sweetheart," Emily said with a smile.

"Cucumbers." Stephanie shook her head with a chuckle. "Wow."

"I used one of my dad's pool cues," said Marianne. "The fat end, of course." She smiled at Heidi.

"Doorknobs," chimed in Linda unexpectedly. She shrugged when the other girls looked at her. "They were... just the right height, you know?"

"Which kind of brings us to today's main lesson," said Emily. "Marianne, if you could...?"

"Sure," she said, and began disrobing.

She didn't make a striptease of it, but her bad-girl energy was in full effect as her clothes dropped. She had the room's full attention. Stephanie stared at her with a particularly potent emotional cocktail of envy, incomprehension and (I was sure of it) desire. Heidi's feelings weren't mixed at all: her face was flushed, her eyes were glowing and her mouth was hanging open. Linda looked the same, only with a lot more of Stephanie's disbelief. There was a deliberate sinuous quality to Marianne's movements as she slid naked onto the bed. It made Heidi's breath catch.

"Intercourse," said Emily, "is going to be a big part of your interactions with boys. You're going to need to know all about it."

With a sudden, startling movement, Emily grabbed Marianne and flung her down on her back. She put her hands under the brunette's knees, lifted them and shifted between her legs.

Stephanie spoke faintly: "I've... been laid."

Emily lowered her hips and her great prong found Marianne's slot. "There is... ooh! Always room for improvement."

All the girls gasped as Emily slid inside. Heidi bent forward with her hands on her knees and put her nose as close to the action as she could.

"Now," sighed Emily, "when a boy first enters you, most likely he won't last very long. That's fine. With experience, he'll learn to last. But your first few times with a boy you can usually expect something like this."

Emily began humping Marianne fast and without any kind of finesse. The mattress thumped and squeaked. I could hear the squishy sex sounds underneath it. Marianne was clearly very excited.

Emily didn't try to hold back and came very quickly. She pumped to a halt and shuddered.

"Whew..."

She unceremoniously pulled out, flopped onto her back and started snoring.

The girls all laughed, including Marianne. She rubbed her pussy. I could see Emily's cream oozing out of it.

"If I didn't feel so good from all this happy-juice," Marianne murmured, "I'd slap the shit out of you."

Emily chuckled, opened an eye and gave her an impertinent grin. Then she addressed her students.

"After a few times, however, they'll be less quick to finish. That's when the real fun begins. There's a lot more communicative back-and-forth at that point."

She cuddled up beside Marianne and slipped a finger into her cunt. "You'll find there's a lot more to intercourse than just spreading your legs. There's a whole arsenal of tricks in here to please yourself and your partner."

She pulled her finger out and it was wet and creamy. She sucked it, then beckoned to Heidi.

"Put your finger in her." She nodded to Linda and Stephanie. "You two, come here."

My eye at the keyhole didn't know which way to swivel as Heidi approached Marianne and Emily lay back and lifted up her ball-sack.

Heidi gingerly slipped a finger into Marianne's slot. I could guess at the kind of internal flexing that followed; Marianne's vagina was well-educated. Heidi's eyes looked like they might pop out of her head.

"Oh... my," the redhead murmured.

Meanwhile, at Emily's prompting, Linda and Stephanie both slid their index fingers up inside of her.

"Good," sighed Emily. "Now..." She began shifting her hips.

The two girls traded startled looks. I smiled. I knew what Emily could do with her honeypot and now they knew it, too.

"How are you... doing that?" asked Stephanie.

"I'll go through it, slowly," Emily replied. "What's particularly nice about this little maneuver is that the area just inside the mouth of the vagina is very sensitive. When you bear down like this," she twitched her hips and Linda and Stephanie traded another startled look, "it doesn't just help your partner along, it helps you along, too."

Marianne's hips were working as well. Heidi looked like her circuits were blowing.

"You get what I'm doing?" Marianne murmured.

Heidi nodded jerkily. "I... think so."

"Let's see," answered Marianne.

She took an unresisting Heidi by the wrist and pulled her down to the bedspread. She pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties. She had a bright red curly bush.

"Uh..." Heidi looked like she was going to say something, but then didn't.

Marianne reached between her legs and Heidi willingly spread them. I watched a finger disappear into those gold-copper curls. Heidi made a squeaky little "oomp" sound.

"Go ahead," Marianne said. "Show me."

Hesitantly, Heidi began hunching her pelvis.

"That's it," Marianne said. She smiled at her. "You're very tight. And some strong muscles in there. You're squeezing really hard."

"Sorry, should I squeeze less hard?"

"You're doing fine. Now try clenching further inside."

My eyeball rolled at the keyhole. There was great stuff happening everywhere.

Linda and Stephanie were taking turns fingering Emily. She was coaching them as well.

"See how I'm squeezing all the different muscle groups in sequence? When you do that quickly, in succession, it creates a pulling sensation. Feel that? It's like your vagina is giving him a handjob."

Stephanie laughed. "A cunt-job."

Emily laughed. "Exactly. Okay, clothes off, everybody."

The room was suddenly filled with naked girls and I had to stifle a groan of pleasure.

"All three of you, lie down, hip-to-hip."

Emily squeezed her prick and collected some sperm on her fingers. Linda was lying closest to her, so she rubbed it on her vagina first.

"Ooh!" Linda said. "That tingles."

Marianne chuckled. "It sure does."

As Emily worked her fingers in and out, Linda moaned. "Oh. That feels really good."

Emily squeezed out more cum and went to work on Heidi next. The redhead spread her legs eagerly. She shivered once Emily's sperm got inside her.

"Oh, that's... wonderful."

Emily took a little more time lubing up Heidi's cunt with her cum. She carefully opened her up, one finger at a time, until she had three fingers gliding back and forth. She rubbed her clitoris with her thumb.

Emily fingered her dextrously until Heidi came with a loud gasp. Her nose and her cheeks burned pink as her shivers reached a peak and then subsided.

"Oh my." Her voice was shaky and her eyes glimmered. "Oh, my."

"Your turn," Emily said to Stephanie with a smile.

The blonde laid back and opened her legs without comment. She started when she felt Emily's sperm inside her.

"Oh," she said. "That's... different..."

Her body relaxed just like the others, and I could see her euphoria elevate.

"Oh, yeah," she moaned.

Emily gave her insides a good coating of seed, then withdrew her fingers.

Stephanie gave her a playful pout. "No finger-bingo?"

"Heidi needed it more," Emily said. "She's less experienced. Now all of you, roll over and get up on all fours."

They did so with much murmuring and giggling.

Emily stepped up behind Stephanie and pushed her dick inside of her. Stephanie started.

"What? Oh... ohhh..." She began moaning.

The other two girls watched, pop-eyed, as Emily entered their classmate.

"And there we go," Emily said, a little breathlessly, as her balls pressed on Stephanie's lower mouth.

"Oh God-damn, you're huge," groaned Stephanie.

Emily gave Stephanie's right butt cheek a light smack. "Come on. Let's feel those muscles. Give us a good cunt-job."

The blonde's hips began working. Emily's eyes closed.

"That's it. Ooh! That's very nice."

Stephanie began thrusting back and forth, and Emily gave her rump another smack, a harder and admonishing one.

"No," my girlfriend said. "No humping. The exercise is to make me climax with your muscles alone." She looked at the other two girls. "Pay attention, you two, you're up next."

All three girls threw Emily startled looks over their shoulders. Marianne smirked, lay back and began masturbating.

Stephanie looked away, biting her lip. She stopped thrusting. Her rump just shifted in place, pressed tightly to Emily's hips.

"There we go," breathed Emily. She put her hands on Stephanie's waist and pulled her even closer. "Work those muscles. Ooh yes. Squeeze and pull. Squeeze and pull. Ooh!"

My nostrils twitched. The smell of five roused teenage cunts (especially Stephanie's) had reached me through the door.

"Keep bearing down like that," sighed Emily. "Yes. Masturbate me. Masturbate yourself on me."

Stephanie's face was a mask of concentration. Shivers and gooseflesh swept over her bare, beautiful skin.

"Oh, good job," moaned Emily. "That's good. That's... ook!"

Stephanie's hands clenched into fists in the bedspread. She was coming too.

The blissful look on Emily's face made my heart fill with love. Stephanie's face held an identical look as that psychedelic seed filled her.

"Oh wow," Stephanie moaned. "That's... the greatest..."

Emily slowly withdrew, and Linda let out a tiny, involuntary moan at the sight. That big slab was slathered with sperm and dripping with Stephanie's syrupy fluids.

Emily stepped behind Heidi, and the redhead began whimpering. Her flanks trembled.

"I... I don't..."

"Shhh." Emily laid a palm on the girl's lower back. With her other hand, she rubbed her prick, gathering up a good handful of sperm. She smeared it on Heidi's labia. The girl relaxed at once.

Emily pushed her fingers inside, and twisted them. Heidi moaned, and her upper body sagged into the comforter. She laid her red cheek on her folded hands and closed her eyes.

Emily pressed her penis against Heidi's flushed and copper-furred privates. I had a perfect angle on it. I could see her vagina widen as Emily's bore slowly insinuated itself.

Heidi moaned loudly. It was an arresting sound, full of anguish, incredulity and joy.

Linda put a hand on her back and rubbed her. Marianne stroked her hair soothingly. Even Stephanie cuddled up beside her and kissed her shoulder.

Wow, I thought. Stephanie must be really tripping on the J. It startled me to see that kind of empathy from her.

"Heidi?" moaned Emily. "You did it. You've got it all."

"Oh golly," groaned Heidi. "It's so big." The word big came out as a squeak. Her voice cracked on it.

"Okay now," said Emily. "Start squeezing. First around the entrance, then gradually as deep as you can go. One set of muscles at a time."

"O-okay."

Heidi's brow furrowed as her hips made little movements. Emily's eyes closed and her mouth went slack.

"Oh that's good," she moaned.

"Go ahead," Linda told the redhead. "You can do it." She stroked Heidi's back encouragingly.

"Oh, she's doing it all right," sighed Emily. She gave Heidi's butt an approving pat. "Now, squeeze each set, one after the other. Don't worry about doing it fast. Just focus on doing them in order."

"O-okay," Heidi moaned.

She began hunching her hips again.

Emily moaned. "Oh, that's it. Oh my. Heidi, you've got a real tight one. You're squeezing so hard."

"Is... is that okay?"

"Oh, it's more than okay, it's wonderful. You're doing great."

"Th-thank you."

Heidi began hunching faster and then came again with a despairing little cry. I'm sure her cookie must have clamped Emily's penis something fierce, because my girlfriend's eyes popped open and her own orgasm followed with a surprised "Ooh!"

She hunched back at Heidi and her buttocks trembled as the spasms went through her legs and tummy.

It was the redhead's turn to be startled. "Oh," she exclaimed, overwhelmed by the rush of sperm filling her. "Oh. Wow." Her eyes were dazed and soulful. Heidi had beautiful eyes, I realized.

Emily panted, stroking Heidi's back. "There we go. There it is."

Emily's legs shook as she pulled out of Heidi and stepped over behind Linda. The dark-haired girl eyed the dickgirl's weapon nervously.

"Don't worry," Stephanie said unexpectedly. "You can take it. Her stuff relaxes you. She is really big, but it goes right in."

"That's true," said Heidi dreamily. She reached out and petted Linda's back, just like she'd done for her. "I kept thinking it would hurt, but it didn't. I had a rougher time with the cucumbers."

The girls laughed at that and I had to stifle an idiotic chortle of my own. To my surprise, Heidi chuckled too, a little ruefully.

Emily applied more of her sperm to Linda's vagina. The girl drew a breath and then sagged in surrender.

"Oh, that's so nice," she sighed.

"I'm glad you like it, honey," said Emily softly. She placed the bulb of her penis at Linda's opening and pushed inside. "There you go."

Linda drew in a loud, wordless breath. Emily went all the way into her, and the dark-haired girl's thighs began shaking.

"Oh my God, I'm, I'm... ooh!"

Emily's lips pursed as Linda's orgasm registered. She sucked in a sharp breath. The other girls made cooing, approving noises.

"Oh... oh..."

Linda's voice shook, adding an unintentional stutter to her moans.

"Good for you, Linda," said Emily. "Now start squeezing."

To her credit, Linda got right to it. She was still twitchy and sparkly, but pressed back and worked her hips with a will.

"Ahh," sighed Emily. "Oh, that's very good." She fondled Linda's buttocks. "Good girl."

Linda put her whole body into it, undulating into Emily's pelvis. She ground her hips and squirmed. I pursed my lips. My dick throbbed in salacious approval. Linda was demonstrating a lithe and sensual quality I never knew she possessed. She was eager to make Emily come.

And come she did. Linda got her off in record time, faster than either of her classmates. Emily flung her head back and grunted. She sank her fingers into Linda's surprisingly full cheeks and pressed hard with every spurt, like she was trying to jam her balls inside her along with her cock.

"Oh my - oh!" Linda cried out as Emily's cum flooded her. Her eyes widened and glittered.

Emily caught her breath and addressed the whole room. "This position is one my favorites. It'll become one of yours, too. As you can see, it allows for good penetration without having to carry a grown man's weight on top of you. There's great freedom of movement for both people."

With that, Emily began thrusting in and out. Linda gasped.

"Now," said Emily, "I want you to move back and forth. Try to match your rhythm to that of your partner. I'll go slow. And don't forget your muscle-work."

Emily began humping her at a nice easy pace. Linda demonstrated a natural aptitude, thrusting back in perfect cadence with Emily's four-four signature. Her sexy undulations resumed.

"That's it," Emily grunted. "Co-ordinate the cunt-job with your movements. Use the friction."

Linda's eyes closed again and she began moaning. It was in a deeper, gutsier register than her speaking voice and had an abandoned, needy quality. It sent chills down my back and shudders through my prick.

"Okay," gasped Emily. "Now let's try going a little faster..."

She speeded up and Linda matched her. Her buttocks clapped on Emily's hips double-time. Her moans grew sharper and more urgent. In a burst of inspiration, she began rotating her hips, bringing the miracle of torque into the equation.

"Oh!" Emily eyes widened.

Incredibly, she broke rhythm first and degenerated into wild thrusting. She cried out loudly, loud enough to reverberate through the whole house and make me grateful there weren't any other properties nearby. She came hard inside the girl, hard enough for displaced sperm to slop out around her buried post and fall to the bedspread. Linda came with a sharp cry of her own.

The other girls stared, stunned. Even Marianne looked impressed.

"Well done," panted Emily at length. "Not only did you successfully match your movements with your muscle-work, you also got creative with it. A very good result."

With a wince, she extricated herself from Linda's still-clamping tunnel. I could see its black-haired entrance continuing to flex after Emily's cock popped free. Sperm poured out of it. Linda collapsed onto her face, panting. A shocked-looking Heidi rubbed Linda's back again, and so did Emily.

Emily took a breath and addressed her students again.

"Each position has advantages and disadvantages. There's always a trade-off between effort, comfort and connection. It all depends on what you're in the mood for."

Without any further preamble she moved over and mounted Heidi.

"Urp!" The girl squealed as Emily began easing in and out of her.

The redhead's entire pale, fleshy body trembled. She caught on quick, though, and began moving in counterpoint to Emily's slow pump.

"Remember to squeeze," Emily sighed. "That's it."

Heidi wasn't a natural like Linda. She wanted to go fast right off the bat and Emily had to reign her in many times. Her fat butt cheeks went red from my girlfriend's admonishing smacks.

"You have to master walking before you run," Emily said.

She got there eventually. Emily was patient but firm, and kept Heidi on track until the lesson took.

"There we go," the dickgirl said eventually. "You've got it. Masturbate me with that cunt. Back and forth. Nice and slow."

"Ahh," Heidi groaned in a mixture of embarrassment and ecstasy.

They moved together in perfect sync for a few minutes. Emily reached forward and stroked her hair affectionately. Neither seemed in any hurry to get to the finish line.

At least, that was the case until Emily said: "Now we can pick up the pace."

Let off the leash, Heidi immediately went triple-time. Emily matched her, and less than a minute later they were both exploding. Juices gushed from my girlfriend's vagina and dripped off her balls. Emily's sperm gushed from Heidi's cunt and made the bedspread even more sticky. The redhead shook from her fingertips to her toes and angry red patches bloomed on her thighs and back.

"Ooh, take it," breathed Emily. "Oh yes, take it."

Deep, heartfelt groans wrenched themselves from somewhere deep in Heidi's considerable chest. Her face was beet-red. The second Emily pulled out, it was like the cap had been taken off a tire; Heidi deflated onto the bed. Her shoulders heaved with her breaths. The cum flowed out of her. Several hands from different girls patted her back.

"You did very well," said Emily.

"I want to get better," Heidi said. Her voice was muffled by the bedspread. "I want to be amazing at this."

I could hear the fervency in her voice, even through the comforter.

"You will be," said Emily. "I promise you."

She gave her right bum cheek a parting squeeze and then stepped over behind Stephanie.

"Ready, Stephanie?" she asked politely.

The blonde nodded mutely. I watched her eyes close as Emily opened her. Her entry was easy and deep. She sheathed herself completely in one slow push.

Emily waited until Stephanie's hips began hunching and working against her, then began a slow stroke. The cheerleader immediately countered, and improvised her own syncopation.

Stephanie's experience really shone through. She pumped back at Emily with gyrating, hip-grinding finesse. Her breasts swung with her movements. I winced from the sheer sexiness of it.

Ooh I moaned inwardly. God... damn.

Watching her and Emily fuck really made me want to fuck both of them. My dick was vibrating with pre-orgasmic pleasure. I had to grit my teeth to hold it in check. From the way the pressure was rising against the dam, I knew I couldn't come without bellowing out my presence to everyone in the house (and probably all of Clermont County).

Nothing the two of them were doing helped my self-control. I enjoyed it regardless. They put on a great show for me. Emily rose to the challenge and ground her hips to increase the friction, and even reached around Stephanie's hip to rub her clitoris.

They made a simultaneous, unspoken decision to kick things up into higher gear. They fucked each other furiously. Emily's balls swung and slapped Stephanie's wetworks in a noisy tattoo. Stephanie grunted, gasped and slammed back.

Neither of them lasted long at that tempo. Stephanie came first with a loud, choking "Goo!" sound. Her whole body jerked and jiggled. Emily came a split-second later with another sexy, roof-raising yowl.

"Very good," she panted. "Marianne, your turn now."

With a catlike grin, Marianne assumed the position. I damn near whimpered at the sight of her big ass up in the air.

"Now," Emily said. "Pay close attention. This is what to expect when you pull out all the stops."

Emily got behind her and seized her by the hair. With her other hand, she directed herself to Marianne's vagina. It was very juicy. Even through the closet door, I could hear the slurp of Emily's entry.

Emily didn't even complete her insertion. Marianne pushed back, engulfing her.

Then the brunette flung herself into it like she was coupling with Mark. Her buttocks wagged and swirled as they flew back and forth. Emily rolled her hips in a corkscrew motion as she returned her fire.

The two of them proceeded to put on a clinic for us.

Stephanie, Linda, Heidi and I all watched with open mouths. They went at it with equal parts savagery and exactitude. It was remarkable; even at this crazy pace, they kept perfect time with each other. Emily's balls slapped harder than they had on Stephanie. Marianne's body wriggled and writhed, demonstrating what Linda had learned and evolving it further. Emily pulled Marianne's hair so hard, I half expected her to tear out a handful. She rubbed the brunette's clitoris and stuck a finger up her ass.

They were like wildcats; I expected that from Marianne (she was a nasty girl), but Emily's take-no-prisoners attitude genuinely shocked me. She'd never fucked me like that.

It lasted less than five minutes. To those girls watching, I'm sure it left a lifelong impression. Emily and Marianne were both moaning and shrieking like banshees by the end of it. They were so in sync, they even came at the exact same time.

Emily flopped onto her back while Marianne sprawled on her belly. They both panted loudly into the stunned silence.

Emily cleared her throat. "The next position we're covering this afternoon," she said in a hoarse voice, "is called the female superior position, or cowgirl."

Her students' mouths dropped open further.

~~~

"It's called Cowgirl, obviously, because you're doing the riding. You can really connect with your partner because you're facing them, but you're the one doing most of the work. Sometimes, though, being on top is exactly what you want."

She had Linda mount her to demonstrate.

"Again, just the muscles to start with. No humping."

Each girl got on top of her in turn. Each one had to get her off twice, first with just a cunt-job, then with her full range of motion.

Emily did this for every position, and she would wrap up each position with her and Marianne showing them how it was really done.

All four cunts overflowed with pearlescent cream. Her students were at first overwhelmed, then incredulous, and then quickly began having the time of their lives. Heidi was especially transported. She couldn't open her legs quickly enough, or widely enough, whenever it was her turn. She glowed with happiness every time Emily pumped more cum into her. During Spoon position, she cried out in total abandon, "Oh, I love to fuck!"

The others laughed at that, but it wasn't mean laughter. She had vocalized the joy they were all experiencing.

When Emily demonstrated the sixty-nine position, Heidi nearly jumped out of her skin when my girlfriend began eating her out from below. I gathered this was a first for her. I could tell it was life-altering. She moaned and gibbered around her mouthful of dickgirl cock. Her body blazed with orgasmic energy. After she rolled off of my girlfriend, she couldn't stop shaking for minutes on end. The other girls were less dramatic about it, but they were all powerfully affected by Emily's cunnilingus skills. From Linda's reaction, I could tell this was also the first time anyone had ever gone down on her, never mind a girl.

They finished up their course on intercourse with the Missionary position.

"This one's a bit more cumbersome," explained Emily. "But being face-to-face with your partner allows for greater intimacy, eye contact and non-verbal communication. This is the position most boys go to by default."

She got on top of Linda and squelched her way into her.

"Now, the worst thing you can do is just lie there. And I hope I've managed to convey that it's not enough to be an active lover. You must also be proactive. You must push things forward. You must respond to whatever opportunities present themselves and improvise."

By that point the girls were all definitely giving it their wholehearted best. They wrapped their legs around Emily and kissed her passionately as she rutted between their thighs. Heidi and Marianne put angry red scratches on her back. Stephanie won the gold star, however, when she reached around Emily's hips and stuck a moistened finger up her asshole. My girlfriend's back arched, her head tilted back, and her face lit up with an angelic smile. Her balls swelled and pulsed as she spewed a mighty deposit inside her partner.

After she dismounted her, Emily panted, "Okay. One last round of blowjobs. Clean me off, and then we'll head to Dairy Queen. I'm buying."

There was a breathless volley of laughter and cheers. Emily lay spreadeagled on the bed as each girl went to work on her.

"Suck my balls, too, Linda," she sighed. "Don't be afraid to lick under them, either. It's okay to lap my clit a little. You must do what it takes to get your partner off."

The other girls were all lying on their backs too, partially up on their elbows as they watched their fellow classmate slurp away at Emily's crotch. Marianne's legs dangled off the edge of the bed at the knees.

The brunette's pubic hair was caked with sperm. It looked like someone had dropped a soft-serve ice cream cone onto it. It seemed to fascinate Heidi, who was lying next to her. Without asking, the redhead ran her finger through those sticky curls and then sucked off the cum.

Marianne smiled at her with a spaced expression.

"It's good, isn't it?" she slurred. Heidi nodded dreamily.

Marianne stuck a finger deep inside herself and pulled it out dripping with cunt juice and sperm. She rubbed it on Heidi's lips. To her surprise (and mine) Heidi sucked it into her mouth and cleaned it.

"How's that?" asked Marianne with a sultry smile.

"Really nice," whispered Heidi. Her eyes shifted over to Linda. The dark-haired girl was licking busily away at Emily's vagina while those big balls rolled on the bridge of her nose. Another first for her, I was certain. Emily looked delighted.

I looked at Stephanie. Even as high as she was, I still half expected her to voice some kind of objection, like I signed up for blowjob lessons, not carpet-munching lessons. She didn't say a thing. She was staring at Linda going down on Emily just as avidly as Heidi. Her cheeks were no less flushed. As I watched her, she furtively licked her lips.

Movement caught my eye. Heidi had clambered to the floor between Marianne's widespread legs. Again, without asking, she leaned forward and pressed her face into the goopy mess of the other girl's pussy. She slurped loudly.

The muscles in Marianne's legs and tummy twitched. A pleased and very surprised smile spread across her face.

"Attagirl," she said in a stoned voice. "That's... very considerate."

The others girls all turned their heads to watch. Linda did so without breaking her lip-lock on Emily's privates.

"Well done, Heidi," praised Emily breathlessly. "Initiative and inventiveness. I'm very pleased."

Heidi moaned and mumbled into Marianne's fur. She sucked out all the cum there was to be had and kept on licking. She used her fingers to peel back the hood of Marianne's clitoris and demonstrated what Emily had taught her.

Marianne let out a startled gasp, and threw a grin at Emily. "She really picks things up quick."

"Of course she does," said Emily. "Her heart's in it."

Marianne looked down at Heidi slobbering between her legs and her eyes began to smolder.

"Get up here," she ordered. "Sit on my face. Sixty-nine me."

Heidi got on the bed and did as she was instructed. Marianne immediately seized her sizable ass and pulled that redheaded muff down to her mouth.

Apparently, Heidi also loved getting eaten out by girls. She began moaning and thrashing so hard, Marianne had to force her head down to make her take care of her side of things. Heidi quickly focused on the task at hand. They both ate each other to paradise in scant minutes.

Jesus, I said silently. I hadn't had a drop of Emily's cum today, and yet I still felt tingly and light-headed.

"That's a very good idea," said Emily. She gestured to Linda and Stephanie. "You two do the same."

This time I was certain Stephanie was going to refuse, but Linda dove between her legs and went right at it. Shock and uncertainty passed over the blonde's face in quick succession, replaced by melting submission. She laid down on top of Linda and snaked her arms around the dark-haired girl's thighs. She spread her open and licked her exposed node. I could tell the taste of Linda's cum-filled vagina pleased her.

Emily knee-walked behind Stephanie and shoved into her. The blonde girl cried out, but admirably kept her mouth on Linda. Sperm overflowed around Emily's broad post and dripped onto Linda's face.

When Emily began going in and out, Linda alternated licking Stephanie's clitoris and Emily's balls.

Between Emily's great club and Linda's tongue-work, Stephanie was shrieking out her climax in no time. Emily came inside of her, causing more sperm to flood out onto Linda's pretty face.

Emily pressed Stephanie's head down onto Linda's snatch. "Keep eating her," she ordered. "Don't stop until she comes."

Emily pulled out of Stephanie, eliciting a loud "Ooof" from the cheerleader. Then she got down between Linda's legs and licked her asshole while Stephanie kept going on her clitoris. Linda's climax came fast. It was impressive. Her legs shook, and she gripped Stephanie's ass cheeks so hard, her knuckles went white.

"Okay," said Emily faintly. "I think it's time for Dairy Queen."

~~~

The girls all took showers two at a time. Emily insisted on going last and showering alone.

"Go on out to the car," she told them. "I'll be along in a few minutes."

The girls left, and I almost kicked the closet door down when I emerged.

"Woman," I said in a terrible voice.

Emily was still naked, still sticky with sex. She bent over the bed with her palms on the comforter and her pink high heels planted well apart. Her flanks were trembling. Her vagina was a deep, flushed pink color. Her thighs gleamed with wetness.

I charged her like a medieval jouster. My lance hit the target. I skewered her and she had to stifle her wail because her friends were outside.

I went all the way in on the first thrust. I pulled back, plowed back inside, and that was all it took. I groaned between my teeth as I came in a kind of ecstatic fury. I emptied my reservoirs into her with long, vindictive spurts.

"Bitch," I gasped. "Bitch!"

"I love you too, Bobby," she sobbed.

I gave her ass a hard spank. I pulled out, stepped back and forced her to her knees. She sucked me clean, then kept sucking.

"Suck it, bitch," I groaned. "Suck it like a good whore."

She did indeed suck it like a good whore. It did not take me long to come again.

Then we both got into the shower and made out passionately in the blistering torrent. Remarkably, there was still lots of hot water left. Marianne's aunt had a much better heater than Jack's Mom.

~~~

I waited until I heard Marianne's car drive away and then made a bunch of phone calls.

Saturdays were tricky for the AVC if we had to call an emergency meeting. We all worked our shit-jobs that day.

Jack worked from noon until closing at the Admiral Theater. Donnie worked at Radakovic Auto until five, then helped out at his parents' pizzeria, unpaid, until ten. Mark worked at his father's, unpaid, until five and then went with Donnie to Caruso's to deliver pizzas until they closed around eleven PM.

Frank had the hardest job of us all. He worked part time at a local dairy. He literally shoveled manure for a living. Plus, he had no affinity for the animals whatsoever. He didn't dislike them, but they had nothing but antipathy for him. He was always getting nipped and kicked by the cows and head-butted by the goats. He worked evenings on weekdays, and sun-up to sundown on Saturdays. It kept him in shape (he'd been the chubbiest of us as a kid) and the pay wasn't bad. Those were the only good things you could say about it.

~~~

I parked my car in the alleyway behind the Admiral at six PM. Everyone was already there. Jack was wearing his usher's uniform, which was an unfortunate crimson concoction featuring a vaguely military brass-buttoned tunic with gold piping, gold epaulets and red slacks. An incredibly dorky red pillbox hat topped the whole thing off. The outfit just screamed kick me.

"Make it quick, Tallboy," Jack said. "I got fifteen minutes."

"And Mark and I gotta be at the bakery in ten," Donnie said.

"Okay," I said. "Come here."

I popped the truck of the bananamobile and lifted it high. The others clustered around me and looked down into it.

I opened one of the boxes and showed them the latest copy of Joint.

"Holy shit," Jack said. "Is that... Pauline? At the Ogilvie? The night we were there?"

"It is," I said. "Claire sold her pictures to them." I opened up the magazine and showed them the photospread.

There was a round of gasps and curses.

"Oh... fuck," Donnie said. He looked a trifle green. "If my family finds out about this..."

"How is this legal?" asked Frank. That part of it seemed to have him the most perturbed.

I shrugged. "It isn't. Joint decided to get courageous and challenge the status quo. I'm certain Claire didn't know."

"No, she wouldn't have," said Frank absently.

"My God," Donnie said. "Those little black bars don't hide anything. Our whole faces are exposed."

"And our dicks, too," added Mark.

There was a rather ghastly silence.

"Could this... come back at us?" asked Jack in a hushed voice.

"There's a chance, yeah," I said. "But it's a slim one. I mean, I bought all the copies at Chuck's, but that's not the only source. And really, sausage mags aren't a big thing around here. There's no place to buy them in Ohio. I think... the odds are in our favor."

"Chuck's could always just order more," pointed out Frank gently.

I suddenly felt like an idiot.

"If Joint gets away with this," said Mark, "That means the rules are changing. Everything could be different. Men and women could start appearing in regular sausage mags."

"That's if they get away with it," said Jack. "There's no guarantees they will. And that doesn't answer the big question." He tapped the photo of Pauline with his then-small penis in her mouth. "What if someone we know sees this?"

"We deny it," I said. I tried to put some starch in my voice and sound reassuring, like my grandfather. "We have the protocols in place. All we have to do is hold the line and follow them. Deny it. The eyes are blacked out in the magazine, so any resemblance to us is just a coincidence. We hold to that."

I looked them all in the eyes. "Deny, deny, deny."

After a moment, they all nodded back. They all looked scared, but resolved. It brought my own disquiet under control.

End of Chapter 21