The A.V. Club - Chapter 24

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-Four: The Daily Grind

High school, like working life, consists of routines. The days and weeks blend into each other, punctuated by the odd quasi-memorable moment in all that gray sameness.

That spring, the memorable moments tended to be more jarring and frequent. And the sameness was a considerably brighter shade of gray.

My routine was a morning run followed by breakfast with my family, classes, lunch with Emily and my friends, post-lunch sex with Emily in the portable, and then more classes. Midafternoon study hall was group-sex time with Emily, Marianne and the boys in the AVC room. After school, I would hide in the basement Girls' room and spy on Emily's blowjob seminars (Marianne called them 'semenars').

The girls flourished under Emily's tutelage. At the start of every session, they'd all suck her to completion (often to multiple completions) and then let her fuck them any which way she pleased. New points of training and technique would be woven into these activities. It was all very freeform. You could see their sexuality blossoming. They couldn't wait to fling themselves into each new act or position.

The semenars would typically close with Emily having the girls eat each other out for her entertainment. She would masturbate to them and shoot cum all over each sixty-nining couple. To my discerning eye, the girls became just as adept at cunnilingus as blowjobs. Heidi Miller, in particular, became an especially skilled and eager cunt-lapper. She may have been a social outsider at Grant High, but she was the most popular girl in Emily's little club. The other girls always greeted her with hugs and kisses. She became their mascot.

The Monday after Barn Gangbang Sunday, the new training topic was rimjobs. After a good long warm-up, a naked Emily bent over in front of her naked pupils and an equally naked Marianne spread her cheeks wide apart. She gave the girls a truly lovely smile and nodded down into Emily's split.

"That," the brunette said, "is her dirty nasty shit-hole, and all of you are going to stick your tongues in it." Her smile grew impish. "Like this."

She bowed her head and licked Emily's asshole. The girls were all kneeling on their calves and bent forward until their pretty noses were less than a foot from Emily's butt.

"Don't just lick around it," Marianne mumbled. "Get your tongue right in there." She demonstrated.

"Ooh," said Heidi, and licked her lips unconsciously.

"Pay close attention," said Emily, a little unsteadily. "Because what she's doing feels great."

One after other, starting with Heidi, each girl stuck her face between Emily's cheeks and rimmed her. Surprisingly, it was Linda Carruthers who won bonus points. She had the idea to reach around and masturbate Emily while she tongued her anus. Emily loved that. It gave her a very quick and powerful orgasm.

That's a real considerate girl right there, I thought.

Emily laughed breathlessly. "You guys mastered that quickly! Now onto prostate massage."

A whole lot of butt-fingering followed. At one point she had all four girls loving her up simultaneously; Heidi and Marianne each sucking a boob, Linda sucking her cock, Stephanie eating her pussy, and all four girls pumping her ass with their index fingers. It was the Fellatio Society's version of the Treatment. She just about drowned poor Linda when she came.

Tuesdays were pretty much the same except I had Chess Club after school. Ever since Allen left, they kept trying to make me captain, but I kept refusing. I had enough on my plate as it was.

Allen's departure made surprisingly few ripples. The Chess Club guys were the only ones who seemed to miss him, or were genuinely curious or concerned about where he went. He was technically an adult, so none of the teachers cared.

Wednesday nights, the A. V. Club went to Tin Pan Allie's in Claryville. Jack would always grumble about the expense, but we were always able to afford the door charge, the drink minimum, and the tips. Now that we weren't spending our dues on movies, beer, or grass (Donnie still partook occasionally), we could put our money where it counted: into the coffers of the local sausage economy.

~~~

That first Wednesday after Barn Gangbang Sunday, Emily showed up dressed like a trench coat flasher again. And just like a flasher, I knew she was naked underneath it. Instead of her tennis shoes, she wore her pink high heels, the ones with the ankle straps. Instead of her white athletic socks, she wore white stockings, the feminine kind that went to mid-thigh. She deliberately crossed her legs in the front seat so I could see.

To my surprise, Marianne tagged along again, this time with the boys in Mark's van. She hugged me and kissed me hello, which I guessed was a regular thing with us now. I sure wasn't complaining. She was wearing a tight black minidress. She had great legs, I noticed; long, but with a nice, well-curved thickness to them like Emily's. She was as tall as Mark in her black high heels, and towered over Emily.

When Ronnie stuck his head out for the ten-minute warning ("and have your money ready, people") he paused when he noticed me. He beckoned, and with an uncertain glance at my friends, I followed him inside.

"Try not to get us kicked out again," Marianne called out just as the door shut. Ronnie gave me a wry look. I shrugged sheepishly and followed him through the dim service corridor to the main area.

Dee-Dee was busy behind the bar as we came in. She looked up and gave me a cheerful wave. I returned it.

Ronnie walked past the darkened lanes to the shuttered bowling shoe counter. He went inside through its side door and I followed him.

The footy smell of all those used bowling shoes was a little strong in that enclosed space. I guess Ronnie was used to it.

"Okay," he told me. "I talked it over with Lucy and my wife. You and your friends aren't eighty-sixed. But. No getting ass-fucked on the premises. This is not conditional. This is backwoods Kentucky, not Nashville."

I wasn't aware Nashville, Tennessee was a hotbed of emergent sodomy, but I wasn't going to argue the point. I thanked him instead and promised him we'd all behave.

He paused. "Before we go and let everyone else in, can I... give you a little advice?"

"Sure."

"A little dickgirl cum is fine. It's good for you. Hell, they don't call it Kentucky penicillin for nothing. But just because a little of something is good, doesn't mean that a lot of it is better."

"Sorry?"

"The more of their cum you take, the more like them you become."

"You mean... attractive?"

"I mean queer," he said impatiently. "Dickgirls have sex with men and women. They're attracted to both. Men that suck off dickgirls, or let them fuck them, become the same. Yeah, they get healthy and handsome, but they also start finding other men attractive." He paused. "It's a dubious trade-off, kid."

I couldn't really disagree. This last month my sexuality had expanded in some startling ways. Honestly, though, I found my chemistry with Gladys more puzzling than my new appreciation for cock. I'd been admiring big dicks my whole life. Before this spring, however, they had always been attached to dickgirls.

"There's nothing wrong with being queer," he went on. "But the world we live in doesn't see it that way. Being queer... it just plain makes things more difficult. Queers get no respect. It's damn near impossible for them to do business or get anywhere in life, unless it's with other queers." He snorted. "Hell, look at me, I got four grown kids, I'm married to the prettiest girl in the county, and I still gotta fight against the current because I run sausage joints. I'm automatically suspect. Trust me, being queer? It's no kind of life."

I cleared my throat. I could tell this was something that Ronnie had strong opinions about, and I didn't want to needlessly aggravate him and risk getting me and my friends re-blackballed.

"The thing is," I said carefully, "since I've been dating Emily... I haven't started finding women less attractive. Kinda the opposite."

"Nor will you," he said. "That's not the point. Dickgirls are supposed to have sex with men and women. It's expected. Guys that do that get labeled queers, period. It doesn't matter if you sleep with a thousand women, you suck one dick, that's it. You're queer. That's just how the world works. I don't necessarily like it, but that's how it is. You need to know that."

I knew it all right. The AVC's Byzantine security protocols existed because of it.

I felt a little torn. On the one hand, I wanted to tell Ronnie that how the world worked at that point in history was pretty fucked up and things would never change if people continued to just go along with it. On the other hand, I didn't want to butt heads with him, about this or anything else. I liked him and admired his work too much.

Instead, I just nodded gravely and said, "I understand."

Ronnie sighed. I suspect he knew he hadn't changed me a bit, but like me, was unwilling to fight about it.

"Good enough," he said. "Well, time to get this show on the road. Oh, and Bobby?"

"Yes?" Jesus, what now I thought.

He grinned at me. It was the grin of a charming rogue and raconteur, a grin to make a prom queen's panties hit the floor. It was an everything's-gonna-be-fine grin.

"Have a great time tonight. That's kinda the whole point of the place."

I grinned back. "Oh, we intend to."

~~~

And we did. The headliner was Sophie Evans, aka Tally Whacker. She'd been visiting with the Jespersons for the week leading up to her booking, which was how she was able to pop over and spend Sunday afternoon with us. I supposed having headliners over for extended sleepovers was a regular thing for Ron and Dee-Dee.

That Wednesday, Sophie more than made up for her previous cancellation. She put on an absolutely stellar performance. She exploded onto that small stage practically on fire in her red-and-gold cocktail dress. It did not stay on for long. She wiggled out of it with some truly inspiring undulations as the sound system blasted Link Wray's Rumble.

There was something almost iconic about that striptease. The way her huge bare breasts burst into view and then her great curving kielbasa was just quintessential sausage joint. Tits and then dick. It was the Platonic ideal of the act.

Naked, she swung her hips and strutted fearlessly into our groping hands at the foot of the stage. I can still remember how she flung her head back and laughed as she connected with that entire crowd. I could feel it. It was like a glowing web of healing sexual energy springing out of her. When I touched her, her skin was supercharged with it. She made my dick surge with power. The more we touched her, the stronger that connection grew. I don't think the regulars noticed, but it was plain as daylight to me, and to Emily and our friends, too. Sophie certainly wasn't holding back. She gave us all full rein. She let the audience really get acquainted with her.

Then she was right into the squirt show and held back nothing there as well. She really let us all have it. She aimed at people's faces and shot off with no warnings. She undulated her hips with her hands interlaced behind her head and sent ropes of sperm flying all over the crowd. She laughed even as she moaned. The way each orgasm sent shakes through her whole body made the spectators gasp out loud. It was a beautiful, almost choreographed sequence of ejaculations.

Music-wise, she favored a lot of fifties rock and roll -- Little Richard, Chuck Berry and pre-movie era Elvis. She never stopped moving to the beat of each song and always managed to come in time with it.

She encouraged a lot of audience participation. She brought out a box of toys and let us use them on her. From bulbous-tipped anal probes to realistically-molded dildos, everybody got to stick things in her. It was tons of fun. Sophie came so much that I got the impression this was as much for her own entertainment as ours. She wound up covered in as much of her own cum as her audience.

While Marianne rammed Sophie's cunt with a big beige dildo, she spontaneously began sucking her dick. Sophie looked delighted and came in her mouth within moments. That naturally took things to the next stage. The rest of the audience began pulling out their dicks and Sophie dropped to her hands and knees to dole out blowjobs.

Just like before, when Emily opened her trench coat and revealed her emergent status, the crowd went wild. She was already starting to come before Sophie fully got her in her mouth. The onlookers went wilder still when it was Marianne's turn and the sultry brunette lifted her skirt to reveal nothing but brown-furred pussy. Sophie licked it. In fact, she burrowed into Marianne's privates and sucked her to a thigh-quaking orgasm in no time.

Sophie sucked off everybody else, and then turned around and presented herself for intercourse. Everybody stuck their dicks in her. Emily got more applause that anybody else when it was her turn.

When it was my turn, it felt so good to stick my dick in Sophie's sperm-filled cunt. I stroked her enormous prick and gloried in the spasmodic clamping of her insides as she spurted off. I loved watching all my friends and those random strangers slamming their dicks into her as well. She moaned and cried out in unfeigned joy. It made me feel good. It gave me a sense of completion and belonging.

These are my people, I thought. Dickgirl freaks, all.

Things got even wilder. With Mark leading the charge, we stripped Marianne naked. She pretended to struggle as we held her legs apart and encouraged Sophie to mount her. The audience loved it. Their clapping almost drowned out the music as the tawny-skinned goddess slipped her great curving prick into the pale and voluptuous beauty. Once Sophie began thrusting, Marianne stopped pretending. She French-kissed the brunette dickgirl and licked all the audience members' cum off her face. When Sophie came inside her and inundated her with her own unique brand of vitamin J, Marianne moaned like her heart was breaking.

Once Sophie pulled out, Ronnie had a turn on Marianne, and then Harold as well. Marianne got very excited and orgasmic as the diminutive Professor Wexler rode her. He spanked her thighs and pinched her nipples cruelly hard.

"I could tell you had a nice hot cunt," he panted. "And that you knew how to use it. Keep squeezing me, bitch."

She came so hard she nearly screamed herself hoarse.

~~~

The patrons of Tin Pan Allie's were spoiled for choice that Wednesday. Between Sophie, Emily and Marianne, they had a smorgasbord of sensory delights. Unlike the first visit, when Emily only did blowjobs, this time, she let everybody do whatever they wanted. So did Marianne. All three of them were powerhouses of emergent energy. Every time they came, or brought others to orgasm, they emitted megawatts of that ineffable sexuality.

The most surprising event of that show was Gladys Nessman showing up halfway through.

I was standing back, watching and masturbating as Sophie and Donnie double-penetrated Emily while other men lined up to stick their dicks in both women's mouths. Marianne was being similarly swarmed beside them. I felt the prickle of eyes on me and turned to see Gladys standing by the bar. She was staring open-mouthed at me and the spectacle before me.

Dee-Dee had opted not to take part that Wednesday. She was pouring Gladys a beer and handing it over when I noticed her. Gladys took it from her numbly without taking her eyes off me and the show. I saw her throw back half of it with one big slug. I saw her eyes widen as the vitamin J registered.

I had lost my pants somewhere along the way. I padded over to her barefoot, with my erection jutting out between my shirttails.

"Hello Gladys," I said, and bent to kiss her on the cheek. She turned her head at the last second and kissed my lips. It was a brief but meaningful smooch with a flash of tongue. She was wearing a batik-print caftan with a flowing purple gypsy skirt and an orange paisley kerchief. I'd never seen her dressed in such a relaxed and bohemian style before. She looked great - healthy and vital.

Her eyes snapped back to the action onstage. "So," she said. "This is a sausage joint."

"How did you hear about this place?" I asked.

"Emily told me." A slow flush colored her cheeks as she studied the moving bodies. She took another deep swallow of her Seahag punch and emptied the glass. "Oh my."

Dee-Dee poured her another one. "Three drink minimum, honey."

"That'll be fine." Gladys laid a five on the bar and slid it to Dee-Dee. "Just keep them coming."

She drank again, and then closed her eyes, rubbed her cheeks and smiled. I knew what she was feeling. Sophie's sperm had lost none of its absurdly happy and effervescent nature.

"I..." Gladys uttered a low chuckle and started again. "I didn't think it would be..." She made an incredulous gesture towards the stage. "All this."

She took another stiff drink. Her eyes grew glassy. "It truly boggles my mind that all this has been happening under my nose... for decades. And I had no idea."

We stood together and watched the show. Suddenly she leaned forward and squinted.

"Is that Marianne Fleischmann?" she asked.

I nodded. "The one and only. She and Mark are dating."

She shook her head and laughed. "She hated Home Economics. She was more of an academic. One of my brighter girls. But very impatient."

"That hasn't changed," I said.

Gladys nodded. "She's changed a lot in other ways. I guess we have Emily to thank for that."

Her free hand absently grasped my penis. She stroked it slowly as she sipped her drink. We both watched the bodies onstage combine and then reconfigure.

"Bobby," said Dee-Dee, "aren't you going to introduce me to your lady friend?"

"Oh sure," I said, abashed even through my emergent haze. "Gladys Nessman, meet Nancy-Dee Jesperson."

"Call me Dee-Dee, Gladys, everybody does."

Gladys put her drink down to shake her hand. She didn't let go of my penis.

"How on Earth did you get involved in all of this?" Gladys asked her.

"When I was Bobby's age I ran away from home and fell in with a dickgirl named Candi. Best thing that ever happened to me."

Gladys picked up her glass. She turned slightly to address Dee-Dee but still didn't relinquish my dick. She beat me off slowly as I watched Emily and the others.

It was quite a sight. Ronnie and Harold had sandwiched Marianne and her plaintive moans could be heard over the music. A man I didn't know was feverishly groping Emily's ass while Sophie and Donnie continued to dual-prong her. Sophie flung her head back and came in her ass. My lips parted as her buttocks and flanks trembled; it was an awe-inspiring sight.

"What I can't understand," Gladys was saying, "is how all this stays a secret. I mean, I know the way small towns gossip. How is this not all frontpage news?"

"Well, it's part of the culture here," said Dee-Dee. "And not talking about it is part of that culture. Everyone who knows, takes part, and has no reason to blab."

When Sophie pulled out of Emily's ass, Jack immediately swooped down and sucked her cock. I could see the gleam of sperm leaking from Emily's dilated anus. Another man came up behind her and inserted himself. Sophie gestured to another man, and he got down on his back; she straddled him, speared herself on his dick, (while Jack somehow kept her in his mouth) and yet another stranger entered her ass. Frank stood over her and stuck his cock in her mouth. The new configuration began rocking and slapping together.

Oh. That's... beautiful...

All those naked bodies glistened with sperm and perspiration. It was too much for me. I came as Gladys stroked me. She was so engrossed in her conversation with Dee-Dee, when I started to spurt, it startled her.

~~~

After the show, as per usual, Dee-Dee brought out buckets of hot water and cakes of soap. Everybody got cleaned up, and the other spectators began to trickle out. I introduced Gladys to Ron and Harold and Sophie.

She shook Harold's hand last.

"Harold Wexler, PhD," he said. "Professor Emeritus of Cultural Anthropology at Ohio State."

They were roughly the same height. Gladys was wearing sandals. Harold's eyes were soft and intrigued as they gazed into hers. Their handclasp lingered a few beats longer than the others had.

"Gladys Nessman, schoolteacher," she replied. "Masters of Education, Oberlin." She smiled at him. She looked just as interested.

"Charmed," he said.

"Delighted," Gladys replied. She paused. "What on Earth is an educated man doing in a place like this?"

"Ouch," said Ronnie with a laugh. "Should I feel insulted?"

Gladys glanced at him. "No, I'm sorry, of course not. But..." She looked back at Harold. "It's not something one expects, is it?"

"A surprising number of highly educated professionals turn up at these kinds of events," said Harold. Their hands were still linked. He turned hers over, bent with a ramrod-straight back and kissed it. His eyes twinkled. "One meets the most fascinating people."

Gladys's eyes widened and she blushed like a schoolgirl. She had just watched all of these people having sex onstage and was plainly having difficulties shifting to this conversational mode. "How on Earth did you start doing this?"

His eyes crinkled as he smiled at her. "A much more involved story." He nodded toward the empty glass in Gladys's hand. "Let me buy you another cocktail and I'd be delighted to tell you."

Gladys closed her eyes, shook her head and smiled like she couldn't help but do so at the absurdity of it all. She rubbed her flushed face. "Why not."

The two of them went to the bar and Harold signaled Dee-Dee for two refills.

Marianne and Emily came up beside me. Marianne was back in her sexy dress, my girlfriend in her trench coat.

Marianne goggled at the two older people at the bar. "Is that professor Wexler buying Auld Nessie a drink? Am I seeing things?"

"She showed up about an hour ago," I said. "Emily didn't tell you? She's been tutoring her too."

Marianne gaped at Emily. "You've been fucking the Loch Ness Monster?"

Emily threw me an exasperated look and then answered her. "Gladys wasn't ready for anyone else to know. At least until now." She flashed me a spiteful smile. "Bobby's been dating her too."

Marianne's big eyes swung around to me. "You're fucking her too?"

I rolled my eyes. Gee thanks, Emily.

"It was Emily's idea," I said, a little childishly. I noted I was using that excuse a lot.

"Unbelievable," said Marianne. She shook her head with a smile that reminded me of Gladys's. "I just hope no one's expecting me to eat her pussy. I had to take summer school after that bitch gave me a D in stupid Home Ec."

Dee-Dee came out from behind the bar and joined us. Harold and Gladys kept talking, oblivious.

"They make a cute couple, don't they?" she said. She linked arms with her husband. The rest of the AVC gathered around us, giving the couple at the bar their full attention. They remained engrossed in their conversation.

"They actually have quite a lot in common," said Emily.

I waggled my hand in a maybe-yes, maybe-no gesture. "He's almost twenty years older than her."

Marianne goggled at me again. "He is?"

"Benefits of sucking off lots of emergent women," said Sophie. She frowned slightly. "Speaking of which, I hope that pretty lady doesn't steal him away. Harold and I had an arrangement for tonight."

"Oh my," said Marianne faintly. "He's quite... sprightly for his age, isn't he?"

As we watched, a look of concern came over Gladys's face. She leaned closer and put a hand on his tweedy shoulder. Their conversation grew deeper and more intimate.

Emily said softly, "he probably just told her about his wife. And now she's going to tell him about losing her husband."

Sophie murmured, "I see what you mean about them having things in common."

Dee-Dee said quietly, "So much has changed in the world in the last thirty years. Sometimes I feel like that character from H. G. Wells' The Time Machine, stuck in an unrecognizable future. Finding someone with similar life experiences must be like finding home." Ron put an arm around her shoulders and gave her a one-handed hug.

Harold and Gladys remained completely unaware of their audience. I was reminded of the expression they only had eyes for each other. They were talking so closely, their noses were almost touching. They traded unconscious little touches: a wrist-pat, an arm-squeeze, a catch-and-release handclasp.

Then, suddenly, she kissed him and our group collectively gasped. It was a quick little peck, but I could tell it both startled and pleased him mightily. She pulled a small notepad out of her purse and scribbled on it for a moment while she continued to talk to him. Then she tore off the little rectangle of paper and handed it to him. She kissed him again, (startling him again, and from the bulge in his pants, pleasing him even more) and then, without a glance at the rest of us, turned and hurried out of the bowling alley.

"Did Auld Nessie just give him her phone number?" asked Marianne in a hushed voice.

"And her address, too, I expect," said Emily, nodding.

"Wow," said Ron laconically. "Looks like the customers got more than one show tonight."

Harold pocketed the slip and walked over to us with a bemused expression.

"Sophie," he said. "May I speak with you... and Emily and Bobby?"

"Sure," we all said. We walked back with him to the now-empty bar. I glanced over my shoulder. We were the ones drawing an audience now.

Harold said, "Sophie and I had planned to go to a hotel tonight. I would like you two to join us."

"We'd be delighted," Emily said at once.

"However," he said apologetically, "I must maintain a strict budget for my excursions. I only have five hundred dollars."

'Only' five hundred, I thought. Wow.

"That's fine, Harold," said Sophie. "I don't mind splitting it three ways."

"Half," I said firmly. All three of them looked at me. "Sophie takes half. Two hundred and fifty dollars." I shrugged. "This is her livelihood. Emily and I are still in high school. We have fewer expenses. Plus, we can't stay the night. We'll split the difference."

I felt Emily's hand slip into mine and squeeze warmly.

Sophie put a hand on my shoulder and gazed at me with soft eyes. Even that simple touch from her put a quiver of excitement through me.

"That is... an extremely noble and generous gesture, Bobby," she said.

"And very fair," added Emily. "Do we have a deal?"

"If you three are in agreement, I certainly am," declared Professor Wexler.

"Let's do it," husked Sophie. Something about the way she said that gave me an instant boner.

~~~

We said our goodbyes to the Jespersons, Marianne and the club. Marianne looked a little jealous and wistful as Emily and I departed.

Harold was holed up at a different hotel this time, more modern but equally classy. He had reserved a suite on the top floor. No canopied bed this time, just a regular king size with a resplendently deep comforter.

Sophie had changed into a gray skirt suit with a white blouse. It was very sober and businesslike. Were it not for her sporran, she could have been any wealthy man's secretary.

Her sporran was particularly striking. It was different from the one she wore the previous Sunday, making me wonder how many of them she owned. It was cherry leather, very shiny and expensive-looking. Its buckles and snap closures were all gold. The flap was elaborately decorated with an embossed picture of a pastoral hunting lodge surmounted by the words The McClintock Place in fancy script.

Harold disappeared into the shower as soon as we arrived and came out in a decadent velvet robe.

"Do you want to start things off with a bitch show?" Emily asked him.

His eyes glittered. "That will do nicely."

Emily, Sophie and I stripped for him. Or rather, Sophie and Emily performed a sensuous striptease while I just undressed and sat on the bed. I concentrated on my core and it came to life. It didn't take much. With those two undulating in front of me, it was practically automatic. In this enclosed space, at such close range, their combined sexual presence was devastating.

Harold pulled forward a chair - a high-backed well-padded rolling office chair in this suite, instead of the oaken monstrosity back in Covington - and sat bedside.

Emily discarded her trench coat and dickey in no time. She kept on her stockings and heels. Sophie was wearing considerably more clothes and it took a few minutes to get from her blazer down to her underthings. She wore lacy purple lingerie--bra, panties, garter belt and stockings--and her erection stretched her undies so much, I could almost track every vein and foreskin-fold through them.

Emily pulled down Sophie's panties while she, Sophie, unsnapped her bra and tossed it into Harold's lap. He chuckled and hung it around his neck like a lei. His eyes danced as they followed the bounding of Sophie's freed prick. The sight of Emily's pale nude body next to Sophie's golden brown one made my pulse race. Their skin glowed with otherworldly allure, like they were fireflies.

Emily beckoned to me. "It's time to suck Sophie's cock, Bobby."

I couldn't help grinning foolishly as I slithered off the bed and to my knees between them. I licked Sophie's prick up and down until it got nice and slippery. Then I grabbed it by the roots and started sucking it.

Emily grabbed my head with both hands and helped push it back and forth.

"That's it, Bobby," she crooned. "Suck her cock. Suck it good, like the good cock-sucking bitch you are."

I was reminded of how she would murmur the same nasty nothings to Marianne and the other girls when she trained them. I knew I should have questioned her disrespectful use of language, but I found myself too excited by it to object. When she said, "Suck it like a good whore-boy, Bobby," I couldn't help groaning in a mixture of pleasure and consternation. It was very sexy.

The others liked it too, apparently; Harold chortled excitedly and Sophie moaned. I cradled her balls and massaged them gently as my mouth kept working on her pole. I made contact with her core and it flowered open to me. It required no finesse whatsoever. I could feel her orgasm surging up her post and a split-second later, gloried in the hot, delicious spurts across my tongue.

"Swallow her cum, pretty boy," whispered Emily. "Yes. That's it. Gulp it down. Isn't it good?"

I could only groan in assent. Sophie's cum made me feel high and naughty and gleeful. It was very good indeed.

Emily pulled my head off Sophie's cock, turned me, and thrust her own dick through my slack and cum-flecked lips. I swallowed her to the balls and gave her prong a harsh, punishing squeeze with my throat. I loved the high-pitched squeak that inspired. I liked that I was teaching her a lesson even as I took every inch of her.

I made her come in short order. I sucked out all of her cosmic joy-juice and laughed breathlessly as my head spun. The two of them heaved me up onto the bed, face-down. My skin was alive with dickgirl energy. Their touch was orgasmic. I felt like I was glowing a little myself.

Emily straddled my back and played with my buttocks.

"Doesn't he have the cutest ass, Harold?" Emily patted them and spread them. "So firm. Such nice big cheeks."

"He does," Harold agreed. "However, I do find yours more attractive, my dear."

She let out an excited giggle. From the way the bed jittered, I could tell she was wiggling her backside for him. "You can enjoy my ass all you want, professor. But not just yet."

"Can't wait to see that," murmured Sophie. I heard the smile in her voice.

I also heard the telltale wet sounds of masturbation. I glanced over, and Harold was slowly stroking himself. From the other sounds, I knew Emily and Sophie were as well.

Practically in unison, Emily and Sophie gasped. Hot streams of splooge hit my ass crack. Their index fingers smeared it on my anus, eliciting a gasp and shudder from me. It became a groan as they pushed their fingers inside.

The crackle of emergent passion ignited my body like old parchment.

"God," I grunted. My ass came alive, grabbing and pulling on the intruders.

"Ooh Harold," cooed Sophie. "He's got such a nice tight ass. I'm going to love fucking it so much."

"Me too," said Emily. She gave my right cheek a pinch and a slap. "Bobby loves taking it in the ass."

I heard another excited chuckle from Harold and echoed it. The two dickgirls were sure giving him his money's worth, performance-wise.

I felt the hot, firm and super-slick head of Sophie cock pressing on my hole. I closed my eyes, focused, and let it spread to admit her.

"Ohh, there we go," she whispered as her big post spread me wide and deep. My eyes rolled under their closed lids as that enormous prick eased into me. I could feel the exquisite pressure of it stretching out my tube. It stretched me out so much, my passage felt like it would have an exact impression of her cock's bump-map stamped on it.

Her balls pressed mine and I clamped my sphincter around her base like a cock-ring. I began flexing around her trapped cock and delighted in her surprised gasps.

I encouraged her with my core and her gasps became cries as she began to come. Her cock bucked in my grip and shot me full of her sweet and beneficent essence.

"Ohh..." I couldn't help moaning again. I was already high from the show at the Tin Pan; Sophie's load up my guts sent me hurtling into interstellar space.

Only after the last of her seed had emptied into me did I release my death-grip on her plinth. She immediately began pumping me like a wild woman. I was now ready for it. I met her assault head-on. I slammed back and pleasured her as best I could.

"Oh," she cried out brokenly. "Oh, Bobby, oh..."

I heard Emily kiss her. Then my girlfriend crawled off my back and let her lie on me, full-length. Her pelvis bounced on my surprisingly resilient buns as her tits pressed my back. "Oh, take it, Bobby, oh..."

She came in me again. I felt her cock swell and surge and spit. It was dizzying, superb, joyful.

Emily crouched by my head and thrust her cock into my mouth. I wasn't expecting it, but the vitamin J made my reflexes sharp. I seated her correctly and got to work. I drooled into her oral onslaught.

The ladies hammered me at both ends. The three of us were on fire; the radiant energy of our cores combined and fed each other. I came, unassisted, into the bedspread under me. Emily and Sophie came again seconds later.

I had almost forgotten about Harold until I felt the hot splash of his cum hitting the side of my face, neck, and shoulder. He had stood and approached the bed to ejaculate on me.

Sophie pulled out of me and traded places with Emily. My girlfriend's fatter-but-shorter cock widened me further. It forced what felt like pints of Sophie's cum out of me. When Sophie waved her cock in my face, it was strongly redolent of my anus. I sucked it without hesitation. Her cum sweetened it, made everything more than palatable.

The two of them came again, Emily up my ass and Sophie down my throat. "Do you want a turn, Harold?" my girlfriend asked him breathlessly.

"I... yes."

Emily pulled out of me, making me grunt at the sudden vacating of my asshole. Harold took her place.

His cock was fearsomely aroused. It throbbed and juiced madly as it plunged between my sperm-slippery cheeks and up my rectum.

That night, his core opened to me as easily as Sophie's. I could feel the great strength in him as he gripped my hips. With a weirdly erotic quail, I realized that our diminutive professor could leave bruises or even break bones without trying hard. It didn't give me pause; it turned me on more.

He fucked me just as hard as Sophie, and then harder still. I gave it back to him just as ferociously. I caught his rhythm and made him come with a strangled shout. I was absolutely flying on a supernatural updraft of J-power.

I felt Emily straddle my back again, and then shakily rise to her feet. No sooner did I wonder why she was standing on the bed than I heard the slurp of Harold devouring her cock. Her stance had brought her penis up to his face.

Harold's rhythm became less wild. He sucked her and fucked me at the same precise pace. He wasn't using me for his pleasure now. His thrusts were gauged to please me as much as him. I sucked Sophie and fucked him back with the same generosity of control.

His balls slapped mine, beating them into submission. He made me come and then came himself with a ragged groan around Emily's cock. I heard a wail from her that could only mean she was coming in his mouth. The bedsprings vibrated from the tremors in her legs. I could feel the strength of Harold's Seahag-charged sperm deluging me.

"Oh, suck her Harold," moaned Sophie. She came in my mouth moments later. It added a playful feminine twist to Harold's masculine energy. It was an entrancing experiential blend.

"Harold?" Emily asked shakily. "May I lie down? My legs aren't terribly steady..."

"Certainly, my dear..."

Harold withdrew from me and patted the area to my right. "Right here."

Emily flopped onto her back, panting. Her breasts rolled and lolled with her movements. Harold got between her legs and promptly inhaled her great pink suck-steak. Emily's head fell back, her mouth opened and her eyes closed.

"Oh, Harold," she breathed. "Oh, that's... oh..."

Sophie pulled out of my mouth and kissed me. It was a sweet intermingling of lips and tongues.

"Come on," she whispered in my ear. "Time to earn our pay."

She ran a hand down Harold's tapered, muscular back and squeezed a buttock. "Lift up your hips, Harold."

Harold did so without pausing his oral assault on my girlfriend's penis for an instant. His eyes were closed in perfect bliss.

This is what he lives for, I thought. He's found what makes him happy and this is it.

Then I had a sudden epiphany. Wow, I thought. That's what it's really all about. Finding that thing that makes you happy and sticking with it.

I shook my head, dazed with the revelation. Damn. Life is really pretty simple when you get down to it. Not necessarily easy, but... simple.

Sophie lay down on her back between Harold's knees. She pulled his dick down to her mouth and began sucking him.

To my starred-out brain, the sight of those full, glossy lips of hers enveloping his brawny post was inexpressibly beautiful. It actually brought a lump to my throat.

Then I got on track. Harold was paying us, so his pleasure was paramount. I crouched down and sucked his balls as Sophie blew him. I spread his surprisingly firm buttocks and licked up into his crack. I rimmed him and felt a glow of accomplishment as he shuddered in ecstasy. I could feel his core surging and bubbling; it was as vast as any dickgirl's.

Sophie and I made him come. He made Emily come. We continued in that delightful way for several more orgasms apiece until Harold growled, "Sophie... your turn."

"Finally," she murmured, and wiggled out from underneath him. She lay on her back beside Emily. Harold remained up on all fours as he shifted over and wolfed down her prick.

I took Sophie's place underneath him and resumed sucking. It was great to get that proud, handsome knob back in my mouth. Emily crawled down next to me and took up licking his balls and his asshole. I saw the tremors go through his flanks and got that pleasant little sense of achievement again.

Harold began moaning continuously as he sucked off Sophie. I could see her widely-spread legs in my peripherals, trembling on either side of me. The muscles in her thighs and calves were fluttering like hummingbird wings.

Suddenly, Emily came on me. She hadn't masturbated--both her hands were busy stroking Harold's prick--she just spontaneously splooged all over my chest and stomach.

She gathered some up on her fingers and smeared it on Harold's anus. His flanks really started trembling then. They jolted when she slipped her finger inside.

I moved my head up and down, taking him as deeply as I could in that position. His cock was delicious. It was like honey-glazed ham and hot peppermint. It was meaty and satisfying.

Emily gathered up more of her sperm and slipped two fingers up Harold's ass. He moaned. She shoved them in and out and rotated her wrist. He came in my mouth.

His whole body shook. Emily and I stroked his cock while I sucked each spurt straight out of his tip. From the way he groaned and gabbled around Sophie's penis, I could tell my girlfriend was flexing her fingers inside him in that special way of hers. It always drove me nuts when she did it to me.

After he calmed somewhat, Emily scooped up still more cum and put three fingers inside him. He groaned in a weird mixture of anguish and joy. He welcomed it, however. I couldn't sense the faintest spark of protest in his core. He was loving it.

She pumped and twisted and wiggled her fingers in him. He came again. I was really grooving on the uniquely male texture of his vitamin J. It had definitely gotten stronger since our last encounter. In terms of raw J-power, his cum was indistinguishable from a dickgirl's.

In retrospect, I should have known what Emily was planning. I was so caught up in pleasing Harold, however, that I didn't twig until she was already up on her knees and pressing that fat bulb of hers against his soft and sperm-drenched anus.

He lifted his head off Sophie. "Emily...?" he asked hesitantly.

Emily didn't hesitate. She pushed into him. Her dome popped through his ring as easily as it ever had mine. Then her wide, gleaming shaft was sliding through that wide hole, inch after inch, deep into his ass.

"Oh," he roared in a combination of shock, outrage and total rapture. He reared up, but Emily grabbed him by the hips and held him steady.

She completed her penetration. No sooner had her balls touched his than she came.

From my perspective, I could see her formidable nuts swell and elevate. I could see them tremble and pulse as she ejaculated. I could see nothing of her shaft because it was entirely buried between his cheeks. I could sure as hell see her cum dripping out of him as she filled his ass up well past the brim.

"Oh." Harold moaned in stunned disbelief. His body sagged. I could tell her cum was getting to him.

"Emily?" asked Sophie apprehensively.

"It's okay, Sophie," my girlfriend replied with total assurance. She was sweaty and breathless, but still possessed that uncanny composure. "He's... ooh! Gonna love this."

If Harold disagreed with her, he didn't say so. I could see that telltale sensual relaxation spreading throughout his body.

"Oh," he breathed.

I could feel the quickening in his core. To my amazement I could actually feel it growing, increasing in size and potency to new and greater dimensions. It was remarkable. At first I was just shocked, then I felt privileged to witness it.

Emily pulled back and then thrust her fat cob back into him.

"Oh!" he barked.

His cock redoubled in stiffness in my mouth. The emergent sap began leaking from him in delicious, sip-sized pulses. I savored it. Even his pre-cum was more potent, now.

She began to fuck him. She went in and out at a steady pace. She would pull out slow, then shove in hard. Her balls swung and slapped his. I could feel the impacts reverberating in his cock.

"Oh!" He cried out in a voice filled with incredulity and joy. He came in my mouth again. I was more than capable of fielding it all. I sucked him empty. The rush from his cum was heady, empowering, emboldening. Through his core, I could feel his reservoirs refilling almost immediately.

"Oh Harold," Emily moaned. "Oh, your ass feels... oh, it's marvelous."

She fucked him faster. She reached under him and her hands joined mine in stroking him off into my face.

I heard the sucking sounds resume. Harold had put Sophie back in his mouth. The mattress shifted, and I understood Sophie had risen up onto her knees. She and Emily were now giving it to him at either end, just like they had with me.

Emily's thrusts went out of sync with his. She pulled back on his hips, jamming her loins to his widespread ass. She made a choked little "ook!" sound as she ejaculated another fountain of her robust goodness deep into him. I saw her balls smush against his, and Harold came again with her. Both of their thighs shook as they got off; Emily's displayed a more fetching amount of jiggle. I reached up blindly and smacked her ass. Then I groped it.

Sophie was moaning too, as Harold noisily gulped down her cum.

"Sophie," panted Emily. "It's your turn."

She slowly pulled out of Harold's rectum. I almost wished I wasn't sucking his cock so I could see how filled up with sperm his ass was. A big string of it clung to Emily's cock as she exited and then plopped warmly onto my chest. Emily moved aside and Sophie knee-walked in behind him.

I couldn't resist. I reached up and seized her big cock. I squeezed it and gave it a few pumps. Then I pulled it down and centered it on Harold's asshole.

Harold remained surprisingly passive during all this. I could tell from his core he was utterly enrapt in the most profound emergent high of his life. He let out another Oh as Sophie penetrated him. She was much longer than Emily. His back arched as she bottomed out in him at a much deeper point than my girlfriend had ever reached.

"Oh, good heavens," he said faintly.

When Sophie began to fuck him, I'm sure Harold was grateful he'd had Emily warm him up first. Harold's near-virginal status didn't deter her in the slightest. She pulled back and slammed home in a violent, impaling thrust.

"Oh," he yelped.

She yanked back to her glans and then stabbed her full length into him equally hard. She started riding him just like that, with swift, long strokes.

"Oh!" he bellowed, coming into my mouth yet again.

"Yes," hissed Sophie. "That's it, Harold. Take in the ass, you nasty old bitch-boy." Her voice rose in pitch, becoming more strained. "Oh, take it, take my cum... take it in that dirty old man-cunt..."

A note of consternation entered Harold's ecstatic groans. I recognized it. I'd made it myself.

"Oh yes, Harold," Sophie cried out. "Yes! Oh, yes..."

She shuddered to a halt as she blasted him full of her giddy splooge. I watched as more of it dripped out of him.

"Oh," he said in a half-moan, half-laugh. "Oh, Sophie, your sperm is divine."

"You're about to get more of it," she panted. "A lot more."

"Oh dear heavens." His head dropped and he laughed. I recognized the what-have-I-gotten-myself-into-here note in that, as well. "Oh well, by all means, proceed."

Sophie proceeded fuck him eight ways from Sunday. Like Emily, she reached under him and jerked him off with me as I sucked him. She talked dirty the whole time, called Harold crazy names, like 'a dirty old Hag-fag who was good for nothing but ass.' It was pretty no-holds-barred stuff. It was a good thing he was incredibly high, and that Sophie's jay was so incredibly light-hearted. I could tell he enjoyed the name-calling. He certainly came in my mouth again a bunch.

Emily crouched by Sophie while she fucked him. My girlfriend masturbated and made sure her cum sprayed Sophie's sawing cock and Harold's ass crack every time. She made sure Harold had a good cushion of vitamin J to withstand Sophie's fierce loving.

Then, once she was satisfied he needed no further assistance in that regard, Emily knee-walked around and put her dick in Harold's face.

"Suck me, Harold," said Emily softly. "Time to do what you do best."

Harold moaned and obeyed. The two dickgirls gave it to him from both ends again. As they kept coming in him, I could taste his cum get sweeter and feel its Seahag kick get stronger. I could feel his core enlarging.

"Take my cum!" Sophie sounded positively crazed. "Take my cum in your ass!"

"Swallow it, Harold," gasped Emily. "Ooh, swallow all of it. Ooh, you're such a good cocksucker."

The brunette dickgirl seemed to find fucking men in the ass a lot more depleting than Emily. Maybe it was because she flung herself into it so aggressively. The orgasms she had inside him were certainly titanic. It only took about six of them for her to call it quits and pull her long, long dick out of him. She flopped onto her back and gasped for breath.

Once she was out, Emily said, "Bobby... it's your turn."

I got the message and squirmed out from underneath him. I finally got to admire Emily and Sophie's handiwork.

Harold's asshole was stretched obscenely wide and overflowed with their combined sperm. Streams of the stuff ran over his testicles. A lot of it had dripped onto me. The comforter was soaked in a wide wet patch.

I closed my eyes and inhaled. It was intoxicating. The strongly-spiced sweetness of their cum was made even more tempting with the hint of sweaty male rut. I bent down and licked his creamy ass. I liked the twitch that went through him at that.

Harold's core was wholly unsheathed. The sexiness radiated from him as intensely as it ever did with any dickgirl. It was different in character, but no less powerful. There was no playful feminine seduction, just pure testosterone-driven carnality. It made my dick as rigid as a crowbar.

Sophie grabbed my dick and put it at Harold's entrance. She smiled into my eyes and then leaned in to whisper "Make it good for him" in my ear.

I nodded dumbly, then pushed into the hot, creamy grip of Harold's sperm-filled asshole.

"Oh."

I couldn't help groaning. My dick was submerged in emergent jism - the tightness of his ass squished it around me. It was indescribably pleasurable. I squelched all the way into him and stared at the little black hairs that ran up his back on either side of his spine. As I began to thrust in and out, I watched them all stand up. The hairs on the nape of my neck did likewise.

I reached under him to jerk him off and found Sophie's hand already there. We stroked him together. I fucked him strongly and let his core guide me. I had made a strong connection and instinctively knew how to roll my hips and angle my thrusts to bring him off just as assuredly as an emergent. When he began to come, Sophie dipped her head underneath him to catch it in her mouth. She sealed her lips over his head and sucked.

I couldn't resist his emergent-borne appeal even if I wanted to. His ass felt too good and his aura was too exciting. I came in Harold's ass in a wonderfully satisfying fusillade of spurts.

Yeah, take it motherfucker, my mind whooped. Oh yeah...

The three of us made him come many times. It was very rewarding for me, both sexually and personally. Harold was already starting to work his ass muscles to please his partners, improving the experience tremendously. He groaned eagerly as I plowed his ass and Emily plowed his face. Every time she came, she shuddered and cooed what a good cocksucker he was as he gulped down her cum. I could tell this pleased him mightily.

Then his needs shifted. I understood this with Seahag intuition as soon as it happened. I pulled out of him and he sprawled face down on the comforter.

"I need... a minute," he wheezed.

"Certainly Harold," said Sophie, all solicitous concern now. It was just as authentic as her balls-out hellcat mode. That was the thing; Sophie, like all dickgirls (I came to understand), was never anything but her truest self. "Can I get you anything?"

"Ginger ale," he rasped. "In the cooler behind the bar. Help yourselves."

The suite came with its own fully-stocked bar. There was an ice-packed cooler under the counter filled with cans of ginger ale and tonic water. I snagged two ginger ales for myself and Emily, while Sophie snagged cans for herself and Harold. We all pulled off the tabs, dropped them in the bedside ashtray and lifted our cans in a toast.

"To new experiences," he said with a rueful smile. The rest of us smiled as well and clunked all our cans together.

Harold took a deep drink and belched in a very ungenteel manner.

"I am... amazed," he said. "I have been with emergent ladies for many years now, but I feel... like I have only truly experienced them, tonight." He shook his head. "Amazing."

"That's kind of how I felt," I said. "The first time I got it from a dickgirl like that."

"I don't mind saying, I'm amazed too," said Sophie. "Harold has always been very firm about his limits before. None of us could budge him. What happened here tonight?"

"Emily happened," Harold said with a chuckle. "She is quite special. I suspect her experience with the Great Source has developed her capabilities far beyond what is typical for girls her age."

"I just knew it was time," Emily said. "I could tell Harold was ready to take the next step. Even if he didn't yet know it himself."

Sophie giggled. "When you just went ahead and stuck your dick in him, I couldn't believe it. I mean, I could tell Harold was on board, but the fact he was on board..." She shook her head. "Amazing."

"There is one more order of business," said Harold. He gazed at Emily and his eyes took on a steely glint. "You did say earlier that I could enjoy your bottom any way I saw fit."

"That I did," said Emily with a smile. "Is it that time now?"

"It is." Harold's expression brooked no denial. That masculine power and sexuality was back, shooting out of his every pore. My dick rose up, and so did Emily and Sophie's.

Emily climbed up on the bed. She was still naked but for her heels and stockings. She pointed her rump at Harold and put her cheek on the comforter. She arched her back and presented her ass to him, plumped up and ballooned from her posture. She reached back and spread her cheeks with both hands. Her anus was pink and relaxed, her vagina exceedingly wet. She peeked over her shoulder and looked him in the eye.

"Ready when you are, Professor Wexler."

Harold strode forward with his erection leading the way like a Spartan spearman. He plunged into her pussy, humped twice, pulled out and came all over her asshole.

Emily gasped. "Oh my, your sperm has really improved, Professor. It tingles!"

He gave her a hard spank. Emily yipped in surprise. His palm cracked so loudly on her buttock that it made Sophie and me jump a little. With his other hand, he fingered his cum into Emily's asshole.

"Ooh," she breathed.

He stroked his cock until every inch of it glistened with his sperm. At the same time, with his other hand, he slipped one, and then two fingers up Emily's ass. She whimpered and moaned. Her cock was leaking and trembling.

"Bobby," he said. "Would you do the honors?"

He palmed each of Emily's large cheeks and spread them wide. His pole loomed over her holes. I stood beside him, grasped his cock and placed it at my girlfriend's anus. He pushed in, and I removed my hand. I watched her pucker expand and contract around the topography of his cock as it passed into her. It was an entrancing sight.

Emily moaned in an almost mournful tone.

Once he had completed that first long, slow insertion, he began buggering her like Sophie. He would pull out slowly all the way to his knob and then smash back in. Her buttocks would quake every time he hit home.

"Oh," she cried out. Her penis jumped and squirted clear pre-cum.

"Young lady," he said in a terrible voice. "You have humbled me today. Humbled me and exalted me." He kept thumping her with hard, castigatory thrusts. "I did not ask for it. But unasked does not mean unwelcome, as the saying goes. You have given me a priceless gift. You have expanded my life and enhanced my world."

He began fucking her at a fast, even tempo. She began letting out yelping little "Ohs" and "Oohs" as his flat stomach clapped her cheeks.

"You also," he said in a voice approaching a snarl, "stuck your prick up my ass without asking. And somehow, made me give myself over to it completely. Wholeheartedly. You made me your bitch boy, and I loved it." He spanked her again, leaving another big red handprint on her pale cheek. "You are a very sneaky, presumptuous little minx."

He seized her erection and stroked it. "I also owe you a debt I can never repay. Save letting you, and other dickgirls, fuck my ass many, many times." He threw a fond-yet-impassioned glance at me. "And occasionally Bobby too. I did quite enjoy him."

He grabbed her by the hair as his tempo increased. "And now it is your turn to submit to me. Now it is your turn to be my bitch. As is proper for sneaky, presumptuous little minxes."

He was covered in sweat as he pumped her harder. She cried out in orgasm. Her cock spurted powerfully in his fist. His teeth clenched and his eyes closed.

"Accept," he gasped as his hips pounded hers in a frantic tattoo. "Submit!"

He came in her with an inarticulate howl. Emily shrieked into the bedspread.

Sophie and I were masturbating as we watched. I wasn't even aware I was doing it. I don't think either of us realized until we both came all over them at the same time.

~~~

Things were a lot more relaxed after that.

Harold continued to ride Emily's backside, but in a much more cheerful and playful fashion. He bent over her to nibble on her ears as he humped away. He played with her hanging breasts. Sophie got on her hands and knees next to them and beckoned to me. I claimed her vagina with a sigh of joy.

At my request, all three of my partners participated in double-stuffing my ass. Their combined J-power had me as high as Orion's belt. Harold enjoyed it so much, he expressed an interest in trying it out himself.

For me, that was the high point of the evening -- watching Sophie and Emily cram both of their big prongs up Harold's ass. All that emergent cum had him more than ready. Their two cocks stretched his anus into a figure-eight. When they both began to pump him and come in him, his eyes went glassy with ecstasy. I could tell he was more than sold on the whole business.

After that, I had to take a turn up his ass again. I squeezed in alongside Emily. He had a good tight muscular ass and could really make it grip hard. In record time, he had become proficient at getting people off with his butt. He really was a special, brilliant man.

I loved it when Emily and I both came inside him. For a man in his eighties, Harold was quite an enjoyable fuck. I loved his dick and his ass and his mouth and everything they could do.

For me and Emily, the evening ended with me spread eagled on the bed and the three of them sucking my cock, licking my balls and rimming my asshole. Harold's blowjob skills were as impeccable as always. After that, me and my girlfriend had to leave. It was getting late and we both had curfews to beat. Sophie stayed behind to get sucked until dawn.

As I sat in my car, my wallet felt bigger under my ass. When I pulled it out and checked it, there was the agreed-upon two hundred and fifty dollars in there. Without comment, I extracted exactly half - $125.00 - and handed it over to Emily. It would have taken me the better part of a month to make that at the Fotomat hut.

She gave me an impudent smile as she put it in her purse.

"Do you feel like a hooker, Bobby?"

I'd been thinking about that. Somehow, walking around with a big roll of cash in my pocket for the last week had ameliorated my objections. It was hard to be righteously indignant while enjoying being able to afford stuff.

I replied with a shrug. "I feel like I've found the easiest way to make money, ever."

"That's probably why it's the oldest profession."

~~~

That was the most noteworthy event of that week. Thursdays and Fridays at school were identical to the other days, except I had Chess Club again on Thursdays.

Saturdays, I would hide in the closet at Marianne's aunt's house and spy on Emily's longer-form semenars. That Saturday, she brought in a guest lecturer: Sophie Evans. I guessed she was still working the circuit in northeastern Kentucky nearby. The main focus of that class was the fine art of double penetration.

Sophie made quite an impression. She was a striking, statuesque woman and her longer penis challenged Emily's students. Watching a roomful of naked high school girls sucking and fucking two dickgirls was such a hot scene, several times I nearly came unaided. As usual, the lessons were first demonstrated on Marianne before moving on to the others. I was astounded at how quickly they all picked it up. Once again, redheaded Heidi Miller was the most eager participant. I could tell Sophie was especially taken with her.

Sundays was of course the weekly AVC meet-up. Marianne was always coming now, and different dickgirls would randomly show up every week. They would come knocking on the door sometime between twelve and one. That first Sunday, it was Sophie and Pauline again. Other times, up to four of them would appear. It was something we all really looked forward to.

My sister's thermos would always be empty by Sunday. I would bring it with me and take it home refilled. Her complexion kept getting better and she looked increasingly healthy and cheerful. Thankfully, she didn't flaunt it too much. Mom remained suspicious, but her suspicions never escalated into High Alert.

For the next few weeks, that was my routine: school, sex, bathroom voyeurism, road trips to Kentucky for shows at Tin Pan Allie's, getting paid for sex with Harold and other dickgirls, AV Club, Chess Club, and more school.

Then, in the second week of May, things rapidly started to evolve.

End of Chapter 24