The A.V. Club Ch. 23

A Novel by J. K. Ermon (jokermon)

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.

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Barn Show

I was up before dawn Sunday morning. I did my morning run all the way to the nearest coin-operated newspaper box and back. Just my luck, it was the Cleveland Plain Dealer. We didn't get a Sunday paper at my house.

I checked the newspaper thoroughly in my room once I got home. I found only one mention of McLuhan's appearance the previous night. I almost missed it. It was a small page six item with the header Marshall McLuhan, What Are You Doin'? and the sub-header Crazy Canuck Waxes Inappropriate on PBS.

It read:

Well-known University of Toronto egghead and cultural commentator

Professor Marshall McLuhan abruptly wore out his welcome on PBS staple

Between the Headlines last night when he derailed the interview into a

discussion of Seahag Syndrome. Veteran celebrity wrangler Jim MacNeil

managed to get things back on track, but not before WNED's phone lines

reportedly lit up with angry callers.

During his brief excursion into the land of vulgarity, Professor McLuhan

coined the curious phrase 'soft plague' to describe the Seahag phenomenon.

This sobriquet has since been widely reported in other news media outlets.

Of Professor McLuhan's many supposed 'cultural contributions,' this one may

well be the most questionable.

That was it. My antennae tweaked to the phrase 'widely reported.'

I hid the newspaper under my mattress with my other sausage material (my bed was developing quite a lump) and went to take a shower and change.

When I got out of the shower, I checked my watch on the bathroom counter. I still had an hour before anyone else would be stirring.

I looked in the mirror and did a double-take. I kept on being startled by my own reflection. True, I was exercising more than I used to, and on a daily basis, but the athletic physique I saw in the mirror was way out of proportion to the effort I put into it.

I turned and checked out my ass. I had to whistle in amazement at its cheeky roundness. It looked both bigger and firmer than the week before. I turned around and inspected the barrels of my chest, the sharp definition of my abdominal muscles.

Holy shit. Where did all this come from?

Lastly, I inspected my penis as it hung more than halfway to my knees. As I watched, of course it began to rise.

I felt the blood and lust and excitement fill it. I sighed. I watched it extend and then reach upwards.

I watched it, first from the front, then in profile, so I could really see its length. As usual, I regarded it with a mixture of awe, pride and a tiny bit of disquiet.

God-damn, I thought. Do I dare measure it now? Do I even wanna know how long it really is?

I didn't reach for the measuring tape, but as my erection bobbed and twitched, more pressing concerns emerged.

Heh. I looked at my steamy reflection. Alone at last.

I hadn't had a chance to do much private masturbating in the last little while. Emily and the others made it unnecessary.

Yeah, I thought, feeling all those relaxed, horny and naughty feelings roll through me. 'Bout time.

I squeezed it with both hands and the pre-cum began to flow. I let a string of spit fall from my lips onto the head of my dick. I lubed myself up and my cock began to gleam. I played with my balls and began to masturbate with long, luxurious strokes.

I called up Emily and Marianne in my mind. I imagined them together at first, and then me joining them. I had plenty of first-hand experience to draw upon.

Yeah. Oh yeah...

I stayed in profile while my eyes flicked back and forth between the real dick in my hands and its reflection. I began to hump my fists as I stroked.

I heard a whimpering little gasp, so quiet I almost missed it.

I looked up. Alison was standing in the bathroom doorway.

She was staring down at my crotch with eyes that looked ready to pop out of her head. Her mouth was wide open. She had both hands on her flaming cheeks. She was wearing her baggy boy PJ's with curlers in her hair and had obviously just rolled out of bed.

"Jesus, Alison!" I snatched a towel off a rack and wrapped it around my waist. It didn't help much. My erection pushed it out a mile. "Don't you fucking knock?"

"Your door was ajar..." she said faintly, still staring down at my cloth-covered hard-on.

Damn. When I came in I was so intent on my newspaper I forgot to lock it behind me.

"Why are you even here?" I asked, turning away from her.

She almost seemed as fascinated with my ass as my Johnson. The girl couldn't stop staring.

"I... I wanted to remind you about the vitamin drink. Before Mom and Dad got up..."

She gulped, and finally averted her eyes.

"I know," I said. "I'll get it for you today, okay? I'll have it when I come home tonight. Now, would you please go?"

She stole one last look at my towel-wrapped body and fled.

My posture and erection sagged. I rolled my eyes heavenward.

Good Lord, what next?

~~~

I left for St. Mike's before my family. I didn't want to face Alison over the breakfast table after that.

I stopped off at the pharmacy where there was a decent newsstand. Ernie carried all the major national newspapers. I picked up copies of the Times (New York and Los Angeles), the Chicago Tribune and the Washington Post. He sold them to me with a dour look.

Oh, fuck you, Ernie, I thought uncharitably.

I drove quickly to church and parked in the lot. I sat in my car and skimmed through them while I waited for the other parishioners to arrive.

All the papers mentioned McLuhan's appearance on Between the Headlines. In the Washington Post, it was a frontpage article. It wasn't the headliner (that was the launching of the Russian Soyuz-1 capsule), but it was a meaty three-column piece. It stuck to the facts and had none of the amused, dismissive tone of the Plain Dealer. There was even an op-ed piece on page three:

With his unerring outsider's eye for peculiarities that often

escape born-and-bred Americans, Professor McLuhan has casually

dropped a firecracker into the hive of U. S. cultural discourse.

Last night on Between the Headlines he pointed out an

oft-overlooked black mark on America's civil rights record: women

afflicted with Seahag Syndrome. In his unfailingly polite manner,

he questioned the necessity of keeping these women out of the societal

mainstream. By dubbing it 'the soft plague' he has also illuminated

(and in doing do, brought into question) the curious 'forbidden'

nature of the entire discussion.

The Truman Administration's Physical Corruption Containment Act

of 1946 has gone uncontested since it was enacted. In that time,

women with Seahag Syndrome (the scientific title of which is Acquired

Xenogenic Andromorphism) have not revealed themselves to be any kind of

threat to national or even civic stability. So why keep it? This is the

question that Professor McLuhan posed last night, and it has caused

quite a stir.

There is something about this issue that makes us, as Americans,

reluctant to address it. It may be that we are ashamed. Certainly,

Seahag Syndrome has long been considered a shameful condition,

something to be kept quiet, like a venereal disease. This is possibly

why the Jane Grow laws remained unchallenged for so long.

Professor McLuhan's off-the-cuff remarks have opened the door to the idea

that perhaps, like the House Un-American Activities Committee and the Red

Scare itself, these laws have outlived whatever utility they may once have

had, if any.

I whistled. Wow.

The op-ed piece in the Chicago Tribune was completely different in tone. It called for the immediate expulsion and barring of McLuhan from the country for what it called the 'tactless and ignorant airing of our nation's dirty linen in a public forum.'

The other papers didn't offer any commentary, but they all treated it like an important news item.

I looked up. The other churchgoers were starting to arrive. I got ready.

~~~

I could tell that Sunday's AV Club meeting at Jack's was going to be something special as soon as our two-car motorcade arrived. A familiar orange Fiat was parked out front. Allen Hastings and Pauline Graham were on the porch, and both stood up as we approached.

Pauline hadn't lost a bit of her wholesome glamor. She was wearing a well-filled-out country dress and a simple rawhide sporran. Her frock was modestly cut. There was no hiding that impressive bust, however, and the sporran's belt emphasized the swoop and spread of her figure. Even from a distance her beautiful blue eyes (a much lighter shade than Emily's) were conspicuous.

Allen had... grown. The last time I saw him, he was seated in Claire's little car. Standing upright, I could see my little buddy was as tall as me. His shoulders had broadened and he had clearly spent a lot of time outdoors as he was bronzed and fit. That sense that he had grown into his angular features was stronger; his face had a sculpted symmetry with a strong jawline. That sense of presence was even more palpable now. Despite his youth, he radiated authority.

Look at that, I thought. They're both glowing. Pauline because she's a dickgirl and Allen because dickgirls fuck him.

Then I noticed something else as they stepped down off the porch and approached us. They were a couple. They weren't holding hands or anything, but something about how they moved together told me they were an item now.

As they drew closer, another detail became apparent--Allen definitely wore the pants in that relationship. Even though she was almost ten years older than him, she stood by him with a deferential, almost fawning air.

There were shouts of greeting as all my friends burst out of Mark's van and charged them. Pauline clapped her hands to her cheeks at the sight of them.

"Oh! You've all grown so much..."

Then she was flinging her arms around each of them and kissing them. The kisses were very passionate. My friends alternated between kissing her and throttling Allen's hand and clapping him on the shoulder.

"You look great," exclaimed Donnie.

"Same to you," said Allen, looking bemused. Then he laughed out loud and hugged him, tousling his hair. "Great to see you all looking so healthy."

"Yeah well, we've been getting as much vitamin J as we can," said Mark airily. "But it ain't our fault if pickings are slim in Ohio."

Marianne emerged from the van's shotgun door.

"Wow, who's this?" asked Pauline.

Allen looked shocked. "That can't be... Marianne Fleischmann?"

Marianne was looking at him, just as shocked.

"Allen?"

"Yeah," he replied. He looked at Mark. "What is going on here?"

Emily and I got out of the bananamobile. Pauline's eyes immediately flashed to my girlfriend.

"Oh... my," she said. "And suddenly everything becomes crystal clear." She smiled at Emily. "You've been a busy little beaver, haven't you?"

Allen's eyes went from Marianne to Emily. They softened. Just like that, I could tell he knew she was emergent.

"Oh," he said. "Where on Earth did you come from?"

"New Richmond," Emily said. She gulped at the sight of Allen. I saw a little tremor go through her legs. I could tell he made quite an impression on her.

"Ohio girls almost never come up emergent," said Pauline. "You're kind of a rarity."

"Um." She wrenched her eyes from Allen to Pauline. She smiled a little goofily. "Thank you."

I put my arm around Emily's shoulders. "Rare indeed," I said. I kissed her temple. "Rare and precious."

"Oh, you," she said, elbowing me. She actually blushed. This unexpected meeting had her quite flustered. "I'm Emily McPherson and I'm Bobby's girl." She extended a hand.

Pauline ignored her hand, laughed and swooped us both up into a three-way hug. Emily gave a startled yip. Both of us found ourselves hugging her back. Pauline kissed Emily on the cheek and me on the lips. It was a wet, open-mouthed smooch with lots of lascivious tongue.

Like a switch being flipped, I could feel Pauline's core. I made a surprised little murk sound into our kiss. I wasn't expecting that kind of instant access. Her sexuality was on the same scale as Lucille's, which was damned impressive, but that wasn't what really shocked me. What shocked me was how familiar her core was. Pauline's innermost essence had its own unique character and I recognized it. That was a big discovery.

The second I grasped that, I knew it was true of all dickgirls; each hidden molten treasure was as individual as a fingerprint. A second later and I knew you could put Emily and a dozen other dickgirls in a lineup and I could pick her out blindfolded. The same was true of Pauline, Lucille, Scarlett, any dickgirl with whom I'd been intimate. I could tell each of them apart in a heartbeat, with my eyes closed.

"Oh, big changes indeed," murmured Pauline. Her eyes were bright as they looked into mine.

"Marianne," Allen said. "You've... grown."

"So have you," she replied. "I almost didn't recognize you. You got so tall."

"You too," he said. "I take it... you and Mark are, uh... properly dating now?"

"Yup," she said with a grin. "Blowjobs and everything." She took Mark's hand in hers.

"Not just Mark, though," said Pauline. "I'm guessing you've been giving plenty of blowjobs to Emily, too, given how far you've come along."

"Well, yes," Marianne grinned. "She was my first dickgirl. I got my first taste of vitamin J from her." Her grin grew a trifle lewd. "She taught me how to fuck and suck cock proficiently."

If I had been chewing gum, I would have swallowed it. That was blunt even for Marianne, but it was the truth.

"Oh really?" Pauline smiled with a hint of sensuality. "Is that true, Mark?"

"Oh yeah," he said, nodding and grinning. "She's great, Pauline!"

"Well then," Pauline looked back at Marianne. Her smile grew a bit more sensual. "I guess I'll have to put that to the test later."

That made Marianne blush. I guess Pauline had her a little more flustered than she'd let on. "Looking forward to it," she replied softly.

"Before we get too distracted," put in Allen, "Pauline and I need to talk to you all about something. It's serious."

"Could we do this on the back porch?" asked Emily. "I love the view there."

"No problem."

~~~

"Claire and Betty are in Amsterdam, finalizing a distribution deal," said Allen. "We already have the money lined up."

"That's great," I exclaimed.

Jack's back porch wasn't short on rickety old wooden furniture and we'd all found a seat. It even had one of those old-fashioned couches that could swing back and forth in its frame. We all held clinking glasses of icy lemonade.

He threw me a quick smile. "One look at The Ecstasy of Splooge and they were sold."

"The Ecstasy of Splooge?" squawked Marianne.

"It's sort of a greatest hits reel Bobby edited together," Allen explained. "Anyway, Claire couldn't be here, and she really wanted to be the one to tell you guys." He took a breath. "Have you seen the latest edition of Joint?"

"We've seen it," Frank said gravely.

"So you know," Allen said. My brothers and I all nodded.

"Know what?" Emily and Marianne asked at the same time.

Mark reached into his knapsack and pulled out his copy of the incriminating issue.

"Jesus, Radakovic." I protested before I could think. "You just carry that around on you?"

"Zip it, Tallboy," he retorted. "Besides, you carry a whole bookstore in your trunk."

"My trunk has a lock," I muttered, already regretting my outburst. Alison had put me out of step today.

Mark handed the magazine to Marianne. She and Mark and Emily and I were all crammed on the swing couch.

"Oh wow," said Marianne, looking at the photo of Pauline on the cover. Emily leaned over and they both flipped through it with their heads together.

"Oh, my," said Emily as they reached the pictorial. Marianne glanced at Pauline sitting perched next to Allen on the railing, and then back at the magazine.

"Wow," she muttered. "You look... really good in print."

"Thank you," answered Pauline with a smile.

"Oh," said Emily in a different tone. She looked up at us. "I think I see the problem. Your faces aren't really hidden, are they?"

Allen said, "Ordinarily Joint blurs the entire face of anyone other than the dickgirls."

"I'd say they changed that policy," Emily said.

Allen grimaced. "We had no idea they were gonna do that. That's why Pauline and I are here. Claire wanted to alert you and apologize."

"That's what we figured," I said. "You can tell her there's no hard feelings. We'll just... deal with any fallout as it happens."

"There's something else you need to know," Allen said. "Sending those pics in was my idea."

"Our idea," Pauline said firmly.

Allen shrugged. "We needed money for airfare and stuff. I knew Joint would go for those pics, so..." he spread his palms.

"Allen," Frank said gently. "It's okay."

"Wow, Mark," Marianne said poring over his copy of Joint. "I forgot how bad your complexion used to be." She giggled. "And your dick is so tiny."

"Marianne," Emily said reprovingly. To the rest of us, she said, "Do you honestly expect any... legal repercussions?"

"We're all of age," Donnie said. "They can't arrest us."

"But that's not the real problem," put in Mark. "If this gets out before graduation, we'll sure as shit get expelled."

"And if that happens," added Jack, "we can kiss our scholarships goodbye. They all have morals clauses."

"Oh crap," Marianne said faintly.

"It may not come to that," I said. "Even if this does become public knowledge, we may still be able to bullshit our way out of it. They can't prove it's us in the magazine." I shrugged. "Though I do hope it's a position we never find ourselves in."

Emily was staring at the last pages of the set. "Is that Claire?" she asked, tapping a photo of our British friend with Pauline's cock in her mouth.

We all nodded.

"She's very pretty," said Emily softly.

"Trixie Truncheon?" asked Marianne, reading the last caption with a raised eyebrow. "Is she a dickgirl?"

"No," said Pauline. "That was Claire's idea. If she claimed to be a dickgirl, any photos of her with me wouldn't have to be censored. She was very pleased with Bobby's work and didn't want them altered."

"Bobby's work?" asked Emily.

"Claire took all the photos up until she appears," said Allen. "Bobby took the rest."

"Which makes this your first magazine credit," Marianne said to me. "Mazel tov."

I snorted. "Not sure it's one I can claim, but thanks."

"These are very good pictures," said Emily quietly. I peeked under the hood and my girlfriend was quite aroused.

"Moving on to more pleasant topics," said Jack, "what have you been up to, Allen?"

"Ah," he said with a smile. "I have been traveling all over the sausage belt co-ordinating talent for Claire's upcoming project. I have become what's known in the business as a dickgirl wrangler."

"And what does a dickgirl wrangler do?" asked Marianne.

"Mostly," said Pauline, "prowl sausage joints and invite random DG's to fuck him in the ass."

We all burst out laughing, Marianne especially.

"A surprisingly effective recruitment tool," said Allen. He chuckled. "There is more to it than that, though. The girls aren't random. I only approach girls with talent and a certain photogenic quality. Girls who can deliver the goods on camera."

"I stand corrected," smirked Pauline. "A dickgirl wrangler prowls sausage joints and invites only the most beautiful and talented DG's to fuck him in the ass."

"That sounds about right, yes," said Allen with a smile. Pauline butted her shoulder into him.

Allen cleared his throat. "I've also been going through the south with Pauline here doing bitch shows. That's been a real experience."

"You and Pauline do bitch shows?" Emily's eyes were big as saucers behind her glasses.

Allen shrugged. "A lot of the smaller barn shows are locals-only. The only way a carpetbagger like me can get in is as a performer."

"And they have dozens of DG's at those shows," put in Pauline. "These are girls who haven't made the decision to start promoting themselves in magazines yet, or tackle the sausage circuit. They just want to make a quiet buck or two."

She gestured. "A lot of Midwest emergent start out like that -- they don't want to do local sausage joints in front of their old high school chums, so they head south for the big barn shows. From there, they either find their niche in the straight world or they try to launch a career in sausage. There's a huge untapped talent pool down there."

"Like triple-A," Donnie said wonderingly.

"What's triple-A?" asked Frank.

"It's a sports analogy, don't worry about it," Donnie answered.

"Oh," said Frank, nodding.

"So tell us about these barn shows," Jack said eagerly.

"Well..." Allen looked at Pauline. "We'd planned to just... show you."

"Show us?" asked Frank.

Pauline nodded. "We thought that after delivering the bad news about Joint, we'd smooth things over with a little bitch show in the barn."

Marianne perked up. "Oh, by all means, let's get smoothing."

~~~

When we went out to the barn, we saw that Allen had already cleared away a little performance area in the corner. It was right overtop the bootlegger's cellar where we stored all of our movies. He had also improvised seating with some wooden planks on old paint cans. A three-by-three plywood box sat in the middle-rear of the cleared space. Beside the stage, there was king-sized comforter flung over a low rafter making a curtained-off backstage area.

Pauline appropriated Emily for 'help with her make-up,' to which Marianne said, "I'd better go with, she's hopeless with that stuff," and all three girls disappeared behind the curtain with Allen.

The rest of us sat on planks for half an hour. Then, a tinny little battery-operated transistor radio began blaring a Beach Boys tune (I Get Around) and Marianne and Emily came out from behind the comforter to sit beside us.

"Oh, wait'll you see this," Marianne chuckled.

Pauline came out from behind the curtain into the performance space. I was a little surprised that she wasn't naked, but very surprised at what she was wearing. She had on a knee-length metallic long-sleeved tunic, broadly belted around the waist, grey on one side and purple on the other and decorated with tiny black triangles in a repeating grid pattern. She was wearing pointy elf ears and her knee-high go-go boots.

The outfit was incredibly familiar, but for a second, I couldn't place it. Then I did.

"Holy shit," I gasped. "She's-"

"-a Romulan commander from Star Trek!" the rest of my friends all said with me. A roar of approval went up along with a few chuckles.

Pauline grinned and gave us all a thumbs-up. She then proceeded to dance for us, executing some very sexy and un-Romulan moves. She had our immediate and vociferous attention. Marianne stuck two fingers in her mouth and let out a piercing wolf-whistle. Then, without warning, Pauline ducked behind a support beam like she was hiding.

Apparently, that was Allen's cue to come onstage. He stepped out from behind the curtain dressed in a red-shirted Starfleet Security/Engineering uniform complete with the upright gold arrowhead insignia on the breast.

It was a homemade costume, but like Pauline's, it was well done. We gave him a well-deserved round of applause as well. He grinned at us and saluted.

Then Pauline jumped out from behind the beam with a phaser in hand. She pointed it at Allen and mimed firing it.

"Zap!" She called out.

Allen fell to the floor like he'd been Stunned.

"Zap?" said Marianne incredulously and others shushed her.

Pauline came centerstage and resumed dancing over his body. She began taking her clothes off and her audience (us) got more excited and demonstrative. It was so weird watching Star Trek characters performing this kind of sausage joint burlesque to a string of Beach Boys songs (apparently, they were doing a retrospective). It was weird and wonderful and uniquely erotic.

She discarded her belt and her tunic and shook her bared breasts at us. She wore a purple pair of panties that matched her uniform, and her erection threw a huge bulge in them. Her sex appeal radiated from her at full power. It took my breath away. I didn't even need to peek under the hood to feel her core. It was surging and roiling out of her very pores; it tantalized my own erection with phantom fingers.

She stripped away the panties and was naked to her boots. Her penis was just as big and beautiful as I remembered it. She rolled her hips and made it swing in circles. Her balls danced. She kept the pointy ears on and I was glad of that. It made things kinkier and more exciting.

She squatted down over Allen and slapped his face with her dick. He remained immobile, which I thought showed great commitment on his part. She rubbed her balls on his face too, and lifted them to grind her cunt against his mouth. Then she brought the plywood box forward and heaved him up over it, face-down, with his knees on the floor. She pulled his uniform pants down to his knees.

Allen was naked under them, and his penis was so erect it thumped against the side of the box as it tried to leap upright.

Everyone gasped, even me. Allen's penis was as big as Pauline's, maybe even as big as Lucille's. His balls were as smooth and pretty and ponderous as any dickgirl's. His legs were thickly muscular and a peach-shaped ass sprang from the top of them in a perfect crescent.

I sucked air in a startled whistle between pursed lips; the formerly twig-skinny Allen had acquired a bubble butt like Frank's. Mine was getting the same way and I'd seen the proof of it that morning, but Allen's was a work of art.

Pauline let him keep his shirt on and manacled his wrists together behind his back. The set of steel handcuffs she used did not look very Star Trek-y, but they did look real and very intimidating. They clicked shut with ominous finality.

"Man," I heard Donnie mutter. "It's always the guy in the red shirt that gets it."

Pauline broke the fourth wall again and smiled at us as she leaned over and gave that impressive ass a hearty spank. She fondled his ass and then cupped those big nuts and bounced them in her palm. She made a show of it. She spread his cheeks to show off his butt hole, which was pinkly immaculate, and Allen made it wink for us. Marianne let out an excited giggle.

Pauline traced around his anus with a teasing finger and an involuntary twitch went through him. She gave a low, dirty chuckle and then stood up straight to face us.

She approached her audience with a wide grin. "Okay. Who's ready for a squirt show?"

All of us, even Emily and Marianne, hollered variations on "Me!", "Yeah!" or "Right here!"

I felt the power in her gather. She closed her eyes and, with her hands by her sides, began to ejaculate.

"Unh!"

It was a massive stream. We all whooped with glee at the sight of it. She swiveled her hips to direct it over all of us. It flailed like the spray from a garden hose. We all got doused, but good.

I tasted her cum. It was like when you rediscover an old favorite song and it's just as good as you remembered. I soared from the power of it.

"Oh... yeah," I breathed. My friends were all uttering similar things.

"Oomph!" Marianne got a particularly strong spurt right in the face. Mark, sitting next to her, chuckled and licked her face clean.

Pauline turned in mid-ejaculation and targeted Allen's ass. She came all over his cheeks, then spread them and came right on his asshole.

Then--and we all gasped to see it--she pushed her dick right up his ass without any further lubing or fingering. She just stuck it in.

It was amazing how easily and deeply she slid into him. His ring expanded around her like a pink elastic band.

"Holy jeez," choked Donnie.

Allen groaned, but not in pain. His head tilted back and his arms bulged under his red shirt as they strained against the cuffs. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open. Her swift penetration had clearly transported him somewhere else. From the look on his face, it was clearly someplace good.

She went all the way in, right to the balls, and didn't hesitate to start pumping him hard. Allen let out a harsh grunt, almost like a bark, and then moaned.

"Holy fuck," Jack whispered incredulously. The male audience section was wall-to-wall erections.

She fucked him like a crazy woman. She threw us a wild grin and then stared down at her pillar appearing and disappearing between Allen's fat globes. She gave his ass a savage smack with a big roundhouse swing. Then she grabbed his hips with both hands and laid into him with some serious buggery.

"Oh my God," whispered Marianne. Emily just moaned aloud.

We were all on the edges of our improvised benches, staring open-mouthed at this depraved spectacle. I'd forgotten how gorgeous Pauline could be when she was fully turned on and engaged. She shined like a star. Allen, For his part, even in this submissive posture, radiated a compelling male sexuality. It made me want a crack at his ass myself.

Her balls swung and slapped his. Her knees were planted widely, so I could see up between her legs where her pussy glistened and twitched. Her thighs were wet and shiny. The impact of her hips on his sent ripples through them both and droplets went flying from her cunt. The gleeful look of sexual pleasure on her face was so damned sexy I nearly came in my pants.

Their sex appeal combined and multiplied. They both grew incandescent. Both of their ball-sacks swelled up and tightened to their pubises and then Pauline slammed her pelvis against his buttocks and held it there. I could see the muscles jumping in her belly and her thighs as she flung her head back and let out a heart-wrenching "Oh!"

With that, I did come in my pants. It was completely involuntary but I wasn't unhappy about it. From all the grunting and jerking around me, everyone else was doing likewise. Performers and audience alike rocked in one colossal shared orgasm. Allen was ejaculating against the plywood box while Pauline pumped him full of her thick liquid joy. It ripped deep bass grunts out of him.

To add a sublime bit of weirdness to the scene, the radio was now blaring the cheery Beach Boys tune Wouldn't it be Nice.

Pauline slowly pulled out of him and shifted his hips so his hindquarters were pointed at us. She spread his cheeks so we could see her cum flowing out of his distended hole. She smiled at our thunderstruck expressions. She stuck a finger inside him, stirred it around and then sucked it. Then she beckoned to Emily with her wet finger.

"Your turn," Pauline said.

Emily rose like she was sleepwalking and stripped out of her clothes as she approached them. By the time she was kneeling down behind Allen, she was completely naked. Her body looked very pale next to Allen and Pauline's deep tans. She gripped her prick to aim it and then paused.

"Could you... uncuff him?" she asked Pauline.

"Sure," she answered indulgently. She nudged Allen. "Go ahead."

Allen's hands flexed in an odd way and the cuffs magically popped open. He removed them and rubbed his wrists. Then he pushed the box to one side and went down to his hands and knees.

"Thanks," he said to Emily with a smile. "They're trick cuffs, totally safe, but they do get a little tight."

I found myself rising to my feet. I wanted to see this up close. The others followed me as I walked into the performance space and stood over Emily and Allen. We formed a semicircle.

No one said anything as Emily slid into him. It was an oddly solemn moment punctuated by chipper surf music. I noticed Allen had a tricorder and a phaser holstered on his belt down by his knees. It was a really good costume. My brain kept grappling with the wondrous strangeness of this day.

Emily didn't fuck him like a wild woman. She fucked him like the giving, considerate girl she was; she rolled her hips in wide circles as she sawed in and out. She reached under him with both hands to stroke his cock. She pleasured him.

That's so like her, I thought. Absurdly, I found myself getting a little choked up.

"Ooh," groaned Allen. "You've got a thick one."

"Yes she does," said Pauline with a smile. She reached down and squeezed the unburied portion of Emily's cock briefly. Then she ran her hand down Emily's back and patted her bottom. "Have at him."

"Ooh!" gasped Emily suddenly.

"What?" I asked.

"He's cheating," she said with a smile as her eyes fluttered shut. "Just like Scarlett. He's squeezing me. Oh, he's doing a really good job."

Emily began doing an even better job back at him. She twisted her hands on his shaft. She corkscrewed his ass with quick swirls of her hips. I could tell she was getting more excited, and Allen was too.

I couldn't help myself. I opened my pants and stripped them off along with my boxers. My dick was all sticky and drippy and loaded for bear. As though waiting for my cue, all my friends did the same, even Marianne, which was a wonderful sight. Her body was more beautiful every time I saw it.

"Oh, wow," Pauline said, goggling at all of us. "Oh my..." She looked like she might cry. "You have all gotten so bright and beautiful..."

She caught her breath and beckoned to Marianne. "Okay. You first. Right here, gorgeous."

Pauline seized her in her arms the instant she came in range. Marianne was taller than she was, so Pauline had to pull her head down to kiss her. We all groaned as they locked lips. It was so sexy to watch. I began stroking my dick and so did all my friends.

Pauline's hands wandered over Marianne's body. She played with her breasts and groped her ass. She even slid a hand down to fiddle with her furry little snatch. Marianne moaned into their kiss.

That triggered a little "Ah," out of Mark and he stroked himself faster.

Pauline detached her mouth and murmured, "I think it's time we got caught up on our security measures. Kneel down."

Scant minutes ago, her cock had been deep inside Allen's ass. Now she popped it into Marianne's mouth without hesitation.

Marianne didn't hesitate either. She sucked Pauline's cock with her signature enthusiasm. She didn't think twice about playing with the older woman's balls or even slipping a finger up her vagina and thumbing her clit. She got aggressive with Pauline's body. The dickgirl loved it.

"Oh, Mark," Pauline gasped. "She is good."

Mark laughed breathlessly. "Told ya."

Then Pauline got aggressive. She grasped Marianne's head and began thrusting with long, throat-plumbing strokes. Her eyes blazed and her lips pursed.

"That's it," she breathed. "Oh yes, take that dick you whore."

Marianne's core burst alight the moment Pauline said that. Like Allen, even in that subservient position, her ferocious hell-cat energy manifested and burned bright. She moaned in hunger even as tears ran from her eyes.

"Oh, shit yeah," breathed Mark. For a second, I got a core-glimpse of him, too. I saw sexual depths I'd never dreamed my goofy friend had. Then it was gone, and I had to shake my head to clear it.

Frank, Donnie and Jack were all naked and masturbating as fiercely as I was. I kept getting quick flashes of their cores as well, and it was delightful, if a little disconcerting.

My eyes rolled back and forth between Pauline and Emily. Their cores were so bright and constant I almost had to squint. There was so much great stuff going on it was hard to focus. Marianne's breasts quaked as Pauline pumped her face. Emily's buttocks shook as she gyrated into Allen. She embraced him with one arm and rubbed her breasts into his back. She groped his chest and played with his nipples. He moaned like a bull.

One hell of a barn show, I thought dizzily.

Pauline pulled Marianne's face tight to her belly and held it there. Her head went back again, and she groaned loudly.

She's unloading in her throat, I thought wonderingly. Right down the hatch.

Pauline came for a long time. I half-expected Marianne to choke and snort cum out her nose, but Emily's training held true. She didn't squander any of Pauline's precious orgasm.

I heard Allen's animalistic grunts again, interspersed with Emily's sweet gasps. They were coming too.

"Oh my God," I grunted. "Aw hell..."

My arousal had risen to a devastating peak. I shot my cum all over Emily and Allen. Mark came at the exact same time, only he directed his spume at Marianne and Pauline. Frank, Donnie and Jack came a split-second later and just hosed down everyone. Hot juice flew back and forth in that barn and I got splattered as much as anyone. I closed my eyes and moaned as I spurted back with agonizing sweetness.

Oh man, I thought. And we're just getting started...

I was righter than I realized. I cracked my bleary eyes and saw three women standing in the barn entrance haloed and silhouetted by the afternoon sunshine.

... What?

At first I thought I was hallucinating. I'd heard that people who did LSD could get acid flashbacks and I wondered if my DMT experience was doing the same.

I blinked hard, but the figures continued to exist. Also, there was no persistent sparkle like I remembered from that fateful Sunday. I wasn't seeing things.

"Um... guys?" I said, and am ashamed to admit my voice broke into a squeak on the 'guys.'

"Oh, there they are," said Pauline.

"You're late," called out Allen. He sounded remarkably calm for someone caught with a dickgirl balls-deep in his ass.

"We had a flat," one of the women said. "I fixed it."

She stepped into the barn and the light resolved on her face. It was Scarlett Novak.

What...?

"Hey boys," she said. She beamed as she drank in the sight of us. She wore her red hair loose and wavy that day. Even in that poorly-lit barn, her green eyes were bright and impossible to miss. She was dressed in a flowing long-sleeved green silk hippie dress and a fringed rawhide sporran with a peace symbol stitched into the overflap.

She whistled. "You weren't kiddin' Polly. The kids have grown."

"They had help." Pauline patted Emily's head. "Emily here's been taking up the slack."

The other two women stepped forward. I recognized them both immediately. One was Honey Knutz and the taller one was Tally Whacker.

Honey had her hair styled in a way I'd never seen on her before, braided in rows close to her scalp. It was the first time I'd seen her without some kind of fashion wig like a member of The Supremes. She was wearing a rather staid blazer-and-skirt suit contrasted by a large white leather sporran with a loud zebra-print.

Tally's sporran was more traditional and surprisingly ornate; it had black and gray leatherwork stitched with Celtic designs and was adorned with three large tassels. It looked like an expensive and authentic piece of Highland tack. She wore a red silk cocktail dress with gold trim and a plunging neckline. She looked like she just stepped out of some swanky Hollywood shindig... probably at the Playboy Mansion.

Oh... wow, I thought. I was standing buck-naked in front of the women of my dreams. Literal dreams. In them, I was usually sitting on a barbarian throne like one of Jack's Robert E. Howard books (a guilty pleasure of mine) and they were either kneeling before me or diffidently presenting their penises for service. Since I'd met Scarlett, the dreams involving her had only gotten more vivid, detailed and frequent.

This was the first time I'd seen Honey or Tally in the flesh, however, and their sheer beauty took me aback almost as much as their sudden appearance. They surpassed my gooiest wet dreams. Honey's proud cheekbones and sensual eyes were even more striking in person, as were Tally's Eurasian features and flawless olive complexion. Tally's breasts were bigger than I remembered from the magazines. They were almost as big as Honey's, who was almost as big as Emily. Tally's brunette hair was long and full and lustrous.

I was dumbstruck and a little dizzy. I had to stifle a ridiculous urge to cover my genitals with my hands.

Rather to my amazement, Frank took charge. He stepped forward with his enormous erect cock proudly leading the way.

"Scarlett," he said with great warmth, "it's wonderful to see you again."

"Oh, you too, Franklin!" She dashed into his arms. They hugged and kissed. His nudity and rampant state didn't bother her in the slightest. He was taller than she was, I noted, even with her in red stiletto high heels. With his broad shoulders and muscular build, Frank was becoming a real brute. As I watched, she slid a hand slid down his spine to squeeze one of his big butt cheeks. They both chuckled into their kiss.

"Um, welcome, I guess," said Jack, stepping forward also. "I'm Jack Porter and this is my family's place. We're the Grant High A. V. Club and I'm technically the president."

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Mister President," said Tally. She extended her hand and Jack went to shake it with his own impossibly big boner also reaching out in front.

Tally clasped his hand and then, with a impish giggle, pulled him into an embrace.

"Oop!" he said. Then, "Ohhh," as he inhaled the scent of her hair.

Tally kissed him then, and Jack returned it with a long "Mmm," as his eyes shut.

I had another sense of skewed proportion then; Tally was wearing heels at least as high as Scarlett's, but still wasn't taller than Jack in them. It was another reminder of how much we'd changed.

I stepped forward without thinking.

"Hi," I said to Honey. "I'm Bobby Halverson."

"Faith Mitchell," she replied. She held her arms open. "Bring it in, sugar."

I hugged her. Her warmth and sensuality engulfed me. Mmmmm. She smelled so good.

"I'm Mark Radakovic," I heard somewhere behind me.

"Donnie Corso, hi."

They worked their way through us with introductory hugs and kisses. Marianne was still kneeling with Pauline's dick in her mouth, and Emily was still coupled to Allen, so they waited until the trio came over to them.

"This was supposed to be a surprise," Allen said in a voice fogged with emergent narcosis.

"Congratulations, it was," said Marianne, taking her mouth briefly away from Pauline's prong. Pauline put it back in firmly.

"I mean," Allen said, "all five of us were supposed to meet you together when you showed up." He blinked and gave a rather stoned smile. "I'd say it still worked out okay."

"I'd call that a pretty damn big surprise," I said.

"I met these three while I was scouting around Kentucky and northern Arkansas," said Allen. "Imagine my surprise when I discovered Scarlett had already met you."

"Ran into him in Bowling Green," said Scarlett, standing over him and looking down with great enjoyment. "Along with Claire and company. About a week after the Tin Pan Allie show."

Honey/Faith spoke up. "Ran into Claire and Polly here at a show down in Hopkinsville. They told me about this little weekly get together."

"I've been riding the twister for about a month now," said Tally. "My fiancée and I have a dickgirl lodge near Branson. It's the off season right now."

"Your fiancée?" asked Emily.

"A dickgirl lodge?" asked Donnie at the same time.

"There's a lot of well-heeled foreign tourists who come to the sausage belt every summer and early autumn for the dickgirls," Tally said. "We offer them an all-in-one package: a beautiful rustic getaway on the Lake of the Ozarks with all the emergent sex they can handle. We've been doing very well these last few years." She smiled at Emily. "We're planning on getting married out-of-country. Technically, we're already common-law, but our union isn't legal or recognized in the states."

"I can imagine," said Emily faintly. I could practically see the cogs whirling in her head. I wondered if I should be concerned.

Honey/Faith spoke up. "I worked a few seasons at their place. Really good experience. When I ran into Sophie here on the circuit," and she nodded towards Tally, "I told her about this little get-together."

"Sophie?" asked Donnie.

"That's me," said Tally. "Sophie Evans." She shrugged. "Soon to be Sophie Klosser. But I can't legally take Albert's last name until the laws change."

"And here we all are," said Scarlett with a little ta-da gesture.

"I think we should proceed," Pauline said, patting Marianne's head. "As you can see, you caught us just as we were starting the old security measures."

"Oh," said Sophie/Tally, and I could see her eyes perk right up. "I approve."

~~~

Emily kept on fucking Allen while the rest of us proceeded to suck off our guests. It was wonderful to have Pauline's cock back in my mouth. Sucking on it filled me with joy. When she popped off and I got to swallow all that delicious, happy-making stuff I moaned like a calf at the teat.

Scarlett, Sophie and Faith all got as naked as the rest of us. My dick throbbed and ached at the sight of them. There was such a pleasing variety of skin tones on display and they were all so beautiful and voluptuous that I couldn't believe I was going to be intimate with them.

That disbelief only lasted as long as took for Faith Mitchell, aka Honey Knutz, to come over to me with her huge, dark-brown dick swaggering. Her fat helmet was a lighter purple in person than it appeared onscreen. She shoved it in my mouth.

Oh, God...

I sucked her passionately. It was easy. Her sexuality was blaring at me as loudly as the version of God Only Knows on the radio. Her core was fierce and layered and complex. There was an enormous gravitas and emotional depth to it. If Emily was a sun, Faith was an ever-shifting firestorm. It drew out my own core, almost by reflex, and I instantly knew what to do to please her. I found myself slipping fingers from both hands up her vagina and rectum. I worked her post with my mouth alone, which I somehow knew she liked best. I licked her great smooth testicles and sucked each of them separately, as her bag was too big to pull into my mouth all at once.

As our cores interacted, I could feel her excitement surge. I got her dick back in my mouth as I flexed and twisted my fingers in her. In no time, she was shrieking out an orgasm into my mouth.

Her cum was sweet and nutty, like creamy candied pistachios. I understood where her stage name came from. I sucked it all out of her with great greedy gulps. The kick I got from it was dizzying, powerful and full of an astounding, elevating positivity.

"Oh, wow," I moaned.

"Oh... wow," she echoed with a gasp. She pulled out of my mouth, dropped to her knees and kissed me. She put her tongue in my cummy mouth.

Her dark skin was so smooth and soft and perfect. I loved running my hands over her. There were so many curves to squeeze.

She caught her breath. "Well. It's... nice to finally meet you properly, Bobby Halverson," she said. "That was... something."

"It was my pleasure, Miss Mitchell," I said thickly as I kneaded her big soft titties. I didn't just feel high from her load, I felt dazed from my good fortune and privileged to be there in that barn with her. With all of them.

"Faith, please," she laughed. "Just Faith. Are you all that good? At sucking dicks, I mean." She was looking at Jack on his knees sucking off Sophie next to us. Sophie was looking a little dazed herself.

"Yeah," I said. "Pretty much. We all practice a lot. We hope to get better."

"Lord save us," she said, rolling her eyes. "We're in for quite an afternoon."

~~~

She was correct. Emily popped off at least three more times inside of Allen. She was fucking him pretty hard towards the end. He surely wasn't complaining. Marianne was on all fours next to them with her head down low, sucking him off as Emily fucked him. Once Pauline had been sucked off by all of us, the gorgeous blonde dickgirl knelt down and slid her sizable dick up Marianne's pussy. It went into her just as easily as Allen's ass.

When Emily finally pulled out of his overflowing anus, Marianne thrust her whole hand up inside him. I could hear the squelch from across the barn. She pushed her whole forearm up his sloppy asshole, and gave it to him at the same tempo Pauline was giving it to her.

The divine Miss Pole leaned over with one hand on the planks so she could reach out to stroke off Allen with the other. Her breasts cushioned on Marianne's back. Emily joined me and the other boys in sucking off our guests.

I didn't just suck Sophie's cock, I mouthed her balls, ate her pussy and buried my face between her glorious buttocks to lick her asshole. Her deep buttery-gold skin grew flushed in patches as I brought her up and up and up to an explosive summit. I teased her on the precipice for a few beats and then launched her into space. Her cum flooded my mouth in a torrent of hot white chocolate laced with nutmeg and fruity cinnamon. I groaned loudly at the confectioner's triumph that was her cum. I glugged it down like a glutton. I joined her in orbit.

Scarlett was the most aggressive with me orally. She plunged her dick down my throat and made tears stream from my eyes as she thrust in and out. I loved it. Her cum was the spiciest, least sweet and most volatile of all of them. She was a wild ride.

When she was done coming, she pulled her dick out of my gullet and wiped away my tears with it.

"It's a real man," she said softly, "who can cry in front of a woman."

I chuckled and swallowed.

All around me, my friends had dickgirl cock in their mouths. It was particularly exciting to watch Emily suck off Faith. Something about that dark cock sliding into her pale freckled face thrilled me.

The cocksucking went on for a long time. I guess we all went a little blowjob-crazy. The dickgirls all took breaks from our mouths to mount Allen, Marianne or Emily in turn. It was particularly exciting to watch Sophie in action with Allen. The erstwhile Miss Whacker humped him with Amazonian savagery. She slapped his ass, pulled his now-shaggy hair and even bit him. She cussed him like Jack, calling him a faggot ass-boy man-cunt. She came in him with a groan and a whimper, and was suddenly all wilting, sighing femininity. She hugged him tenderly from behind and kissed his ear. It was really something to see.

Shit, I thought. If Marianne grew a dick, she'd fuck like that.

The other stand-out from that portion of the day was watching Faith fuck Emily and Marianne. She did Emily doggystyle, but did Marianne in missionary. I got off like gangbusters watching them kiss with Marianne's lighter-complected arms and legs wrapped around her. I loved Faith's cock, and I loved watching it plunder the vaginas of women I cared about. It was very moving for me.

Around one o'clock it clouded over. At one-thirty it started to rain. That put an end to our inaugural barn show, since the roof leaked like a fishing net.

~~~

We dashed into the house all clustered together in a tight group, holding the big comforter over our heads to shield us from the rain. Inside, we got warmed up and dried off and moved the party down to the basement. Jack chucked the comforter into his mom's big clothes dryer.

The big white bedsheet we would watch movies on never even got put up that Sunday. We draped it over one of the couches instead, to minimize staining. Jack brought down a second sheet for the other couch.

To our surprise, Marianne pulled a bunch of candles in her knapsack. She placed them around the rec room, lit them, and then turned off all the other lights. As easily as that, Jack's basement became an enchanted wonderland. The girls all oohed and aahed.

When Mark asked her why she brought them, she sniffed, "Because boys wouldn't know ambience from a hole in the ground."

At Pauline's request, we demonstrated the Treatment for our new guests, and Marianne as well, who'd never seen it. At Emily's request, they started with me.

I got naked on my hands and knees. As usual, we had coconut oil handy, but we never used it. Emily and all the other dickgirls all stood over me and jerked off over my back and ass. I was thoroughly soused. It tingled on my skin. I could feel its soothing power seep into me.

Oh, this is gonna be... special.

Allen and the other boys clustered around me and rubbed it into the crack of my ass. The invigorating tingles intensified. Their slippery fingers went up my ass and my dick slapped my belly with the sudden influx of rigidity. Four hands, one of them Emily's, seized my cock and began stroking.

"Damn," Allen chuckled as he gave my member a fond squeeze. "This takes me back."

"Oh wow," moaned Marianne. "You guys do this every week?" She slipped a finger into me alongside my brothers' digits.

"Oh yeah," I moaned back inarticulately.

She chuckled breathlessly and wiggled her finger in me. "I knew you bad boys were up to something."

Scarlett and the others were charmed by this. They kept on masturbating as they watched. Every time they came, they shot it into the crack of my ass, where my friends' fingers shoveled it inside me like they were stoking a coal engine. In a way, they were; that sperm made me burn ever hotter with Seahag fever. It relaxed and stimulated all the little nerve endings in my passage.

I felt utterly passive as all these people worked me over, but I'd also never felt so powerful and venerated. I rose swiftly to orgasm, but just before I could get there, Marianne stuffed her whole hand in me. It booted me mightily over the finish line. I came with a cracking grunt that reverberated in that low-ceilinged basement. The hands on my cock squeezed hard as the cum shot out of me.

The others pulled their fingers out as Marianne pushed more of her limb into me, right to the elbow. They kept stroking my cock as she arm-fucked me. I came again with a tortured howl.

When she pulled her arm out, Emily was there to shove her fat cock into me.

"Oh, yeah," I grunted.

She began to thrust, and I began kneading her with my ass muscles and humping back. I felt the familiar and beloved pressure of her upper body on my back as she hugged me around my torso. Allen and my friends kept on stroking.

I came again, and she came in me. It filled me with a shuddery rush of unspeakable delight.

She pulled out, inadvertently dislodging a cupful of her sperm in the process, and Pauline took her place.

"Hey darlin'," she murmured. Her long dick breached me. "Miss me?"

"Yeah," I gasped, and we were off to the races again.

That Sunday was first time my friends and I had ever been properly gangbanged by dickgirls. There were five of them, including Emily, and they all plowed us into submission.

Scarlett took me after Pauline, and surprisingly, she was the most gentle and careful of them all, even more so than Emily. I got the impression she'd fucked men up the ass before, but not many. This was a special occasion for her as well. She was good and thick, giving my ass a good, friction-heavy stretch as she reamed me, and I loved the feel of her big balls upon mine. She fucked me with deep, sluttish grunts and came in me with a high-pitched, oddly vulnerable "Ooh!"

Sophie slammed into me through the soup of cum the others (especially Scarlett) had left behind. It was no surprise at all that she was the roughest. She couldn't seem to help herself. I was grateful that I'd been so thoroughly loosened up first. Her frantic piston-work had me coming quickly, and the orgasmic clenching of my asshole set her off just as fast.

For someone who fucked in such a serious, take-no-prisoners way, her sperm evoked a remarkably light-hearted, almost giddy feeling. It made me so happy I almost giggled, which I'm sure would have confused everyone after taking such a pounding.

Faith was the real revelation. She started off tender, but then quickly grew very passionate. She fucked me hard, but with great precision, and never once tipped over into Sophie's out-of-control brand of savagery. I fucked her back as best I could and knew I was connecting with her strongly. I got the feeling she'd done this to many other men. She rolled her hips like Emily, which drove my ass crazy, and then finished off with long-driving strokes that had us both coming in mad spurts.

After Faith pulled out, a cock I didn't recognize pushed into me. It was about the same thickness as Faith's, but longer. I blearily looked over my shoulder and it was Allen.

"Always wanted to try this," he remarked breathlessly and all I could do was laugh.

Unsurprisingly, Allen fucked me like a man, with hard, ball-slapping plunges. He was as big as any dickgirl and I responded to it. I caught his less disciplined rhythm and worked us both up to a great shared orgasm.

Marianne was staring at us with her jaw hanging open. In a day of firsts, this was plainly the most astounding for her. She mutely looked at Mark, who shrugged like it was no big deal.

"You guys... butt-fuck each other too?" she asked him in small voice.

"We never used to," Mark said. "We would just jerk each other off sometimes and give each other the Treatment. This is a new development."

Allen pulled out of me and I keeled over onto my side, panting. Emily and the others finally released my cock.

"Okay," Emily said. "Mark, you're next."

~~~

They went through all of us that afternoon. Fingers first, then Marianne's cum-slippery arm, followed by Emily and all the other dickgirls, and finally Allen. It was magnificent. When Allen fucked Mark, Marianne watched with big eyes while rubbing her pussy frantically and emitting little whimpers. She came when they did.

All the other ladies enjoyed watching him fuck us too. They would jerk off onto us more plentifully whenever he did.

We were all high. Our eyes, even the dickgirls', all had a lidded, glazed quality. There was a lot of giggles from the girls and idiotic chortles from the boys. Allen was especially stoned. It gave his imperious glow an added sparkle.

I love these people, I thought. It was an odd, out-of-nowhere thought, but nonetheless true. I love them all so much.

Allen was the last one to get the Treatment. When he put his Adonis-like body on all fours, the ladies were especially generous with their cream. They anointed him thoroughly. We fingered and stroked him to a grand orgasm. I came myself, feeling his great heroic prick shoot off in our fists.

We looked at Emily and she shook her head. "We've already fucked him today," she said. "You boys go ahead."

Pauline smiled woozily. "Oh, I have been looking forward to seeing this."

We all traded looks and shrugged with dorky chuckles.

"Okey-dokey," I said, and amid more laughter, I mounted him.

Allen's ass was filled with emergent cum. Sliding into it was exquisitely pleasurable. The second I was inside him, his ass began pulling and squeezing with such exceptional skill that I knew I couldn't last long. It was like getting sucked off by Professor Wexler. He was so good at it, the fact he was a guy was irrelevant; it just felt too damn good. I fucked as many strokes into him as I could manage (maybe twenty or so) before exploding deep into his guts scant moments later.

It felt so good, I honestly didn't want to pull out, but I knew my friends were waiting their turns.

"Goddam," I gasped. "Allen, you are one great lay."

For some reason the others found this hilarious. There was much laughter as I dismounted and Frank took my place. His dick looked especially big and excited as he placed it between Allen's cheeks. He was still chuckling as he pushed inside. Then his eyes rolled up and he began moaning.

~~~

After the Treatment was done, the dickgirls decided as one that it was the boys' turn in the driver's seat. They let us fuck them any way we wanted.

I'd noted at these more orgiastic get-togethers there would come a point where the structure would break down and a free-for-all would ensue. This was that time. They all got on their hands and knees and let us have at it.

I fucked each of them, going from hole to hole. I was happy to confirm that I could indeed distinguish the unique flavor of each woman's core. Emily was of course a sun, and Pauline a bubbling, burning ocean. Faith was a fiery nebula, Sophie a rolling lava wave, and Scarlett a blazing, whirling tornado. I wondered what my core felt like to them, how they would describe it. Then, of course, all rational thought would obliterate as another titanic eruption went into each of these wonderful women.

They sucked us all off as well. They were wonderful women and denied us nothing. I came in Faith's mouth. Her beautiful feline eyes studied me as she swallowed my cum. I let her keep sucking me and draw more climaxes out of me. She coaxed and encouraged me with "Mmm, mmm," sounds.

I did the same with Sophie. I loved watching my big cock sliding between her full lips and seeing her sculpted face elongate as she sucked me. I watched her slanted hazel eyes run with tears as I lifted my hips and buried her face in my pubes. It made me come, and I poured my sperm down her throat.

I face-fucked Scarlett all the way through. I knew that was what she wanted, what would get her off as surely as it would me. And it did.

I fucked each of their pussies, too, and each of their assholes. And I watched, with great satisfaction, as all my friends did the same. Scarlett's asshole was beautifully trained and a real joy to ravish. I took a particular pleasure in watching Allen fuck Emily from behind. He went back and forth from her pussy to her butt hole and alternately filled them both with his thick, sweet-smelling sperm.

He leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Emily nodded and beckoned to Pauline.

Pauline went over to them and they rearranged themselves. Emily lay on her back on the carpet and Allen straddled her. He impaled himself on her upright post and then leaned forward so Pauline could stick her cock up his ass at the same time.

Oh, that never gets old, I thought.

Sophie came over and sucked his cock as her fellow DGs doubled down on him. Both Emily and Pauline had nearly identical looks of sweet anguish on their faces. Allen's face was strangely serene, with a distant look in his stoned eyes and a faint crease of concentration between his brows.

They came in his ass and Pauline withdrew so Donnie could titfuck her on her back. Emily beckoned to me.

I shuffled over placed a finger alongside Emily's penis and slid it up into Allen. I hooked my finger to pull him open and pushed my own cock inside.

I loved being so tightly clasped to Emily like this. The heat and tightness and sperm-glutted slipperiness of Allen's anus was delightful. I moved in him slowly and gently.

"Harder," he breathed, and Emily and I obliged him. We fucked him hard until he came in Sophie's mouth with a strangled shout. The insane flexing of his rectum made Emily and I come a heartbeat later.

After that, there was nothing for it but for the entire AVC to get double-fucked. We were all damn-near insensible from all the vitamin J and sperm-filled to boot. I was grateful I was so high and well-basted; getting two dicks in me was overwhelming but effortless.

Emily and Faith fucked me while my friends got double-dicked all around us. Sophie, bless her, kept up her cocksucking duties on me. I came in her mouth again and again, while my girlfriend and this marvelous woman I'd admired for so long kept filling me up with molten paradise.

Jesus, I thought dizzily. It's so good...

After that, things started winding down. At Emily's suggestion, the dickgirls all performed for us, fucking each other in a big chain with Emily in the middle. Scarlett was in her, and Emily was in Pauline. Sophie was the end girl, so Frank plugged her up the pussy. Faith was the front girl, so Marianne sucked her. We all agreed it was a great conclusion to the day's festivities.

~~~

We relaxed and chatted. I remembered I'd promised Alison to bring back a refill, so I fetched my thermos from my car. I was halfway back to the house when I realized I'd jogged out buck naked with just my car keys in hand.

When the other dickgirls saw Emily masturbating into the thermos it immediately became a fun group activity. They surrounded the open thermos on their knees with their dick heads meeting together in the middle. They spunked off into it. The capacities of emergent women still amazed me. The fact they could still produce like this after ejaculating all day was nothing short of miraculous.

I kissed each woman and helped stroke them off. I went around and around the circle until the thermos was three-quarters full. It was a strong batch; it was the end of the day and there wasn't much lemonade left over to dilute it. I sealed the lid back on and gave the thermos a good shake to mix it.

Frank came with me as I took it back to my car, still naked.

"I'm curious," Frank asked. "Why do you need so much emergent sperm? Are you conducting tests?"

"Well, no," I said. Maybe it was the vitamin J but I saw not reason not to confide in him. We were both standing around nude in front of Jack's house, for heaven's sake.

"It's for my little sister," I sighed. "She doesn't know it's emergent cum. She thinks it's some kind of nutrient drink I'm hip to that'll make her boobs bigger."

Frank blinked. "Wow. What made you decide to do that?"

I gave a what can ya do shrug. "She found out I got fired and threatened to tell my parents unless I gave her some. She thinks it's the same stuff that made Marianne's tits get bigger. She thinks it's some kind of super-vitamin."

"She's not wrong," said Frank. "In a way."

"Yeah. Anyway," I said, hoisting my full thermos, "I gotta get Emily home and drop this off with her royal highness."

"One would think," Frank said, "that Emily would be the princess in this equation."

~~~

We finished at twilight, just after six PM. There were many parting hugs and kisses and, in Pauline's case, tearful farewells.

Emily put her head on my shoulder as I drove her home. She fell asleep like that. I let her sleep.

I kissed her forehead and nudged her as we arrived at her drop-off spot. She woke up and looked around a little muzzily. Then she kissed me goodbye.

"I love you," I told her impulsively as she made to open the passenger side door.

"I love you too," she replied with a pleased smile. She leaned over and gave me a longer, more meaningful kiss. It was long enough that I began to think we were heading for the back seat, but then she broke it.

"I'll see you at school," she said, and departed.

"See you," I called after her.

~~~

When I got home, Alison was waiting for me in the garage. My father, in a surprising act of charity, had cleared all the gardening crap out of there, so it was two-car garage once more. I could park the bananamobile where it belonged.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," I said.

"So," she said, "did you... bring it?"

"Yup."

Feeling vaguely like a drug dealer, I handed her the thermos. She hefted it.

"Feels... heavier than before."

"It's less diluted than before," I said. "Go easy. I mean it this time, that's strong stuff."

The thermos had one of those big red caps that doubled as a drinking cup. There was a smaller, twist-top cap underneath it. Alison took the cup off and opened the thermos. She poured herself a stiff drink and downed it. I felt like saying What did I just tell you, but thought better of it.

"Whoa," she said. "That's... thicker. Almost like syrup. Lemon flavored this time. Cool."

Then she got very still.

"Oh, wow."

I cleared my throat. "Like I said, less diluted."

"Oh, wow. You weren't kidding."

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. "Wow. That is... something else."

I had no doubt the combined power of Emily and her new emergent super-friends made for a very potent batch indeed.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Oh yeah." A lazy smile crept across her face. "Oh, that's... great."

"Good. Like I said, don't overdo it."

"Don't worry, I won't." She paused. Her eyes opened and she looked at me.

"Bobby... can we talk about it?"

"About what?" So much had happened that day I had almost forgotten about our encounter in my bathroom. "Oh. That."

"Yeah. I've been thinking about it all day."

"What's to talk about?" I was glad I was still tripping on the J. This would have been way too awkward otherwise. "It was an accident. I know you weren't trying to spy on me or anything."

She giggled. "I got a real eyeful."

"That you did. Like I said, it's okay. Just don't make a habit of wandering into my room unannounced."

"Don't worry, I won't." She licked her lips. "When did that happen?"

"When did what happen?"

"When did your body... get all beautiful like that?"

"Beautiful?"

"You know what I mean. How long did it take? How long were you taking the vitamins before, you know, it kicked in like that?"

"Oh." I thought about it. I was a little startled to realize how little time had actually passed since the AVC's grand dickgirl adventure had begun. "A little under a month."

She paused, thinking. "Okay... but when did you first notice any changes?"

She wants to know the timeline of her own 'development'. Can't say I blame her.

I shrugged. "Within the first week. But it wasn't anything big. Just... my complexion got better. I started sleeping better, having more energy. The other stuff followed."

"Like your thing."

"My what?"

"Your thing, Bobby. I couldn't help noticing. It's massive."

Once again I was glad I was floating on a calm cloud of emergent goodness.

"My thing is none of your business."

"But it wasn't always that big, was it?"

"No, but I'm a growing boy. Dramatic growth spurts are natural at my age. I may even still have a ways to go."

She looked fascinated. "Is Patrick's dick that big? Is Dad's?"

I could tell she'd been thinking a lot about this.

"I don't know. Maybe." I was probably being way kinder to Pat and my dad than they deserved. "How should I know? We don't hang around waving our dongs at each other."

She burst out laughing. After a second, I joined in. It was a pretty ridiculous conversation, after all.

"Look," I said, "I know you're impatient to get where you're going, but please take it easy on that stuff."

"You don't want me to grow up."

"That's not it." Hell, I wish you would grow up, ya little brat. "You may have noticed that stuff's a mild intoxicant."

She smiled. "Oh, I noticed. It's amazing."

"Good. You may also want to consider what happens if Mom catches you lurching around stoned. She already thinks you're on drugs as it is."

That brought her up short. "Did she say that?"

I nodded. "She asked me about it the other day. She thinks you've been acting suspiciously happy."

She bit her lip.

I sighed. "Look... just be careful, okay? Pace yourself."

"Okay." She seemed subdued. She made to go inside.

"Hey," I said. She turned and looked at me.

"I hope it works out for you," I said.

For once, it was the right thing to say. She smiled. "Me too. Sooner rather than later, I hope."

She went into the house. I stood there with my hand on the hood of the bananamobile, feeling the engine cool.

"What a day," I said out loud.

End of Chapter 23