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Celebrity Jerk-A-Thon

By: fmcchris



The 7-bedroom house that Ashley and Mary Kate Olsen had purchased in Redondo Beach was situated on a lofty promontory overlooking the Pacific Ocean. It was a sprawling affair, an oceanfront estate whose exterior was done in a classic red stucco; the interior being an admixture of Mary Kate's propensity for ultra-modern chic, combined with Ashley's more neoclassical tastes, including some warm Victorian touches.

Six women attended to the upkeep of the house on a daily basis. The twins had also hired a cook to prepare all their meals and a chauffer to drive them anywhere they wished at any time of day including the trek back and forth to their business meetings in LA, where the two petite moguls oversaw the operation of their multimedia business, "Dual Star Productions".

Ashley was lounging in the parlor watching some old footage of various Sisterhood-sponsored events that she and Mary Kate had attended over the past few years, eager for her sister to get back from the hair salon so that they could compile a list of potential candidates for their upcoming celebrity "Jerk-A-Thon". She and Mary Kate had decided to make a compilation video of all the best male orgasms so that they could choose more easily from among the dozens or so possible men who might fit the bill, and also because it was something that she and her sister wanted to enjoy for its own sake. 

Now, as she watched in rapt fascination while yet another prick released its huge creamy load into an audience crammed with women, she deftly made a note of the scene's number in her notebook and looked up again at the oversized 56" television screen in time to see several volleys of cum fired off in rapid succession to the howls of the all-female audience. She recognized her own face contorted in laughter as the ropes of white, pearly semen sailed over her head and into the cheering milieu behind her. Mary Kate was there too, her mouth wide open in awe as the cum streams continued to spurt out into the laughing crowd one after another.

"He's definitely a shooter!" Ashley said aloud. She quickly scribbled on her pad. "Hired!" 

Just as another man was ready to orgasm, the door opened. It was Mary Kate. The younger sister entered the room just as an enormous explosion of sperm shot high into the air just missing her onscreen image by inches.

"Shit!" she exclaimed, as she stared at the screen. "What a fucking load!"

"You almost got it that time!" Ashley giggled. "Come on, sit down. We have to finish this list and get in touch with all these people."

Mary Kate responded with a grunt and kept her eyes on the screen as the cumshots continued to fire fast and furiously into the audience.

"I love it when a guy shoots like that," she said enthusiastically. "Look at us, Ash. We're like...what the fuck?"

"Well, he just kept coming. Remember? I think this guy shot out about a dozen ropes of cum non-stop."

"Yeah," Mary Kate replied, fascinated. "Look at him go. Where do they store all that stuff?"

Ashley shook her head. "I don't know. But they're supposed to make billions and billions of sperm every day."

"No wonder they're always jerking off. But it really is so fucking sexy to watch."

"I love it," Ashley admitted. "Why don't you put your stuff down and join me?"

"Okay," Mary Kate said as she laid her pocketbook on the table and took a seat beside her sister. "You didn't say anything about my hair."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I got so involved..."

"With the cumshots. Yeah, I know."

"Well, you're the one who got me started on this kick."

"Yeah, well, I didn't ever hear you complain."

"I'm not complaining. Your hair looks great by the way."

Mary Kate smiled. "Thanks. I decided to keep it long—like yours."

Suddenly the excited crowd let out a huge roar. Two guys were ejaculating at the exact same time--a young, white blonde boy and an older black man—Craig Lundquist and Barney Cole.

"This was from last year," Ashley said hurriedly. "At the party we threw for Drew's birthday."

"I remember," Mary Kate replied dourly. "I was there too, you know."

As she finished her sentence two long ropes of sperm flew out into the audience at tremendous speed, sailing over the heads of the women in the first three rows. This was followed by a succession of equally potent ejaculations that seemed to go on indefinitely. The crowd was in hysterics.

"Look at you!" Mary Kate screeched as she pointed to the television screen. "It's like, oh my God! When is it gonna stop?"

"I couldn't believe how much cum Barney shot out. I think he may have beaten Craig."

"This time he did," Mary Kate agreed. "I remember him telling me that he hadn't cum in seven days and then masturbated for like five hours straight so that he could build up all that pressure to shoot off like that."

"Oh, you got hit!" Ashley laughed, as her sister's onscreen image tried unsuccessfully to duck an errant blast of cum.

"Most of it landed in my hair! Look at me with that paper towel!"

Amidst the ongoing multiple cum blasts that were now besieging the ecstatic crowd, Mary Kate was daubing her hair with the single sheet of paper trying to remove a huge glob of sperm that had landed on the left side of her head.

"You should have left it in there," Ashley chuckled. "It makes a good crème rinse."

Just then the doorbell rang. The twins heard the hurried footsteps of their housekeeper Anna as she ran from one end of the apartment to the other.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" the attractive middle-aged women yelled as she flew past the girls with her broom in hand.

"It must be the girls," Ashley said, turning off the television.

"Good," Mary Kate replied. "Now we can get this whole Spermathon business straightened out."

"That's 'Jerk-A-Thon,'" Ashley corrected her.

"Whatever. I just want to get done by 9:00 PM so I can meet Lapo."

"I thought you two guys were done."

"Nope. We're still hanging on. Two masochists I guess."

"You're only keeping him around because he's got a huge dick," Ashley said.

"Exactly. The same reason you keep Justin around."

"Yeah, but I don't let him fuck me."

Mary Kate frowned. "Don't flaunt your virginity in my face, all right? You should try screwing him for once instead of always giving him handjobs. Give your hand a rest for Christ's sake."

"He doesn't seem to mind."

"Eventually he's going to want more, Ash."

"I suppose. But right now he's happy to get jerked off every night."

"And speaking of that," Mary Kate said in a desultory tone. "I found cum stains all over the back seat of the limo."

Ashley laughed. "That was nothing. You should have seen the load I made him shoot on the back window!"

The younger sister shook her head. "You're such trailer trash."

"I'm trailer trash?" Ashley replied, incredulously. "Before you let Lapo get between your legs, your hands were draining him of his sperm for two straight years. And a lot of that spunk of his landed all over the dashboard!"

Mary Kate smiled despite herself. "Okay, you got me. I used to get him to squirt so hard that he coated the inside windshield. He said I should install some wipers for inside the car!"

"Squirt! Squirt! Turn the wipers on!" Ashley exclaimed as the two sisters broke down laughing.

"We really kept the chauffer busy cleaning up all that cum!"

Just then, Anna announced that their visitors had arrived.

"Well, I see somebody's in a good mood!" 

The twins looked up to see Drew Barrymore enter the room followed by Christina Ricci, Kelly Ripa, and Brittany Murphy. All of them were dressed very casually and, without invitation, plopped themselves down on the nearest available seat.

After pleasantries were exchanged and the housekeeper had provided everyone with a drink, the real purpose of the evening's business was raised by Ashley.

"I know we all have plans for tonight so I'll try to make this as simple as possible," the lovely twin began. "We all know what happened with Phoebe and Angelique. After Angelique died, Phoebe took off with Charlotte on a world cruise and spent the better part of a year on the open sea. She's now living back in LA and has pretty much stayed out of having anything to do with Sisterhood affairs. However, Holly is running the Sisterhood organization now and she needs money—lots of it—to keep things going. Mary Kate and I thought that sponsoring a celebrity "Jerk-A-Thon" would be an excellent way to raise the needed funds."

"I think that's a great idea!" Kelly said approvingly. "Have you chosen a place to host the event?"

"Right here." Ashley replied.

"In your house?"

"Sure," Mary Kate broke in. "The place is huge, it's remote, and we have a security system in place. It's perfect."

"How much money are you hoping to raise?" Christina asked.

"We're thinking about a half million," Ashley said.

Brittany pursed her lips together. "You do realize that we are living in tough economic times, don't you? I mean, even we celebrities don't have bottomless pockets."

"Oh, come on!" Drew exclaimed. "This is for a very important cause."

"I know that," Brittany retorted. "But I doubt you're going to get many people to do it. The money just isn't there."

Kelly looked pensive. "I don't quite agree. I can think of a lot of people who would definitely come to this...this...what did you call it?"

"Jerk-A-Thon," Ashley replied.

"Yeah, Jerk-A-Thon. Let's face it girls, we're all rich. Every one of us. And I know several of my personal friends who would love to see the show."

"Well, you guys are the ones who are going to make it happen," Ashley said in a serious tone. "Mary Kate and I can only do so much. We already have a list of guys who are ready and willing to take part in the show. It's up to the rest of you, as our fundraising committee to put the machine in operation. You all know what you have to do, so let's do it. Any questions?"

"Yeah," Brittany asked. "Who are the guys?"

"Well, you probably know some of them already. Let's see, there's Craig and Barney, the little dwarf guy with the huge testicles..."

"Joey Balls!" Drew squealed. "I heard a lot about that mother fucker from Phoebe. What a laugh!"

"You won't laugh when you see the size of his nuts."

"And what vast amounts of stuff come out of them!" Mary Kate added.

Christina nearly spit up the liquid she had just drunk. "Jesus! I heard about that guy. How did you convince him to come? Doesn't he live in Australia or something?"

"He lives in New Zealand now," Ashley said. "But he got out of the circus business a long time ago. He's strictly freelance now."

This comment, made so casually, had the rest of the girls laughing hysterically.

"Balls for hire!" Brittany laughed. "Who else do we have?"

Ashley looked at her notes. "There's uh...that guy Tom Murphy..."

"Yes, yes," Mary Kate interjected. "You remember him, Ash. That place up in Vermont last year..."

"Right. His wife's name is...Abby."

"Uh huh. You were there Drew, weren't you?"

"I sure was. I have the cum stains on my Gucci handbag to prove it."

"That was some show." Mary Kate said wistfully. "You have to admit it rivaled anything Phoebe ever put on."

"You're probably right. We were literally awash in sperm that evening."

Kelly removed her shoes and put her legs up on the sofa. "Okay, Ash, who else?"

A smile came across Ashley's face. "Well you won't know this guy, but Mary Kate and Drew will remember him: King Matumba!"

"Ah, yes, "Drew said fondly, "the big, black guy from Africa with the humongous meat stick. I remember him very well."

"How could you forget him?" Mary Kate chuckled. "He was quite a character."

"And there is this other guy," Ashley began. "But I don't recognize the name." She looked at the other girls. "Is this one of your suggestions?"

"Are you talking about Anthony?" Drew asked.

"Yes. Anthony Riddle. Who's he?"

Kelly moaned loudly. "Oh, come on, Ashley. Haven't you ever heard of the "La Fontaine" club in downtown LA? The main room?"

"I know the La Fontaine club, but I never..."

"That place is known for its CFNM events," Kelly interrupted. "I went there once with some friends of mine to see a strip show. And the guy who brought the house down was this same guy—Anthony Riddle—otherwise known as..."

"Big Anthony." The look on Drew's face suddenly brightened. "He's my boyfriend."

A momentary silence came over the room, followed by some jittery laughter.

"Anthony Riddle?" Brittany finally said. "You're dating Anthony Riddle?"

"That's right," replied Drew. "He worked there for a few years before going into law."

"Are we talking about the same guy? The one and only 'Big' Anthony?" Christina asked.

"That's him."

"Holy shit! He's the guy who can have orgasm after orgasm without stopping, right?"

"Yup."

"Oh, my God!" Kelly exclaimed. "I can't believe you're dating him, Drew! Big Anthony was the guy who could shoot gallons of cum nonstop—like for a full minute or more. He just kept bringing himself off over and over again. I have never seen anything like it in my life. Is he still capable of the multi-orgasmic thing?"

"Oh, yeah," Drew replied with a wide grin. "He's still as potent as ever." 

Suddenly the entire room was alive with excitement. Mary Kate especially wanted to know more about this wunderkind. "Oh, man! We have to see this!"

"Well, you're in luck," Drew laughed. "He followed us here in his own car but wanted to stop at a deli first. He should here momentarily."

"No shit!" Brittany squealed.

"Yeah, well don't get your hopes up. I just put his name down on the list as a joke. He got out of the business a long time ago. I don't think you're going to get him to perform for anybody."

Mary Kate smiled mischievously. "Well, maybe we can change his mind."

"Don't get any ideas," Ashley said sternly. "We're not here to force anybody to do something they don't want to do."

"But he'd be great for the show!"

"But he's a lawyer now."

"Just let me handle it Ash, okay?" She stole a quick glance at Drew. "That's if it's okay with you."

"Hey, look," Drew replied. "If you can convince him to do the show, that's fine with me. I have no problem with it."

Mary Kate smiled satisfactorily and took a large gulp of her soda, exulting in the ecstatic reactions of her colleagues. 

Just then Ashley's cell phone rang. She picked it up and spoke for a few seconds, then put it back down on the table.

"Anna!" Ashley called out.

A short moment later, the pretty brunette appeared in the hallway.

"Yes, Ms. Olsen?"

"That was security. Drew's boyfriend, Mr. Riddle, is coming. Would you please let him in?"

"Certainly, Ms. Olsen."

Anna, still with broom in hand, scurried from the adjoining room toward the foyer. A few minutes later a tall, handsome and muscular young man stood at the entrance to the parlor. He stood about six feet tall and had brown wavy hair and blue eyes. He looked something like Leonardo DiCaprio but had a more business-like demeanor, dressed as he was in a three-piece, pinstriped gray suit. Ashley invited him to sit down, which he did, right next to Drew.

After introductions had been made, Anthony turned his attention to the twins.

"I really liked your new book, ladies," he said, smiling first at Ashley, then at Mary Kate. "Really excellent. I read it from cover to cover in a few hours."
"Well, honey," Drew began. "It is a coffee table book. There's not much text."

"Yeah, well, I enjoyed it."

The twin sisters both thanked him and had Anna bring him a soda.

"Where are the other girls?" Mary Kate asked the housekeeper as she handed Anthony a glass.

"They are all working upstairs, Ms. Olsen," she replied. "As you instructed."

"I may have need of them shortly."

"Yes, miss."

Ashley looked at her sister askance. "What are you up to?"

"Nothing," the younger sister replied coyly. "Just chill out."

"She's got something up her sleeve. I can tell," Drew snickered.

"Who me?" Mary Kate said with mock innocence.

"Yes, you!" Ashley chuckled. "I know that look."

Mary Kate ignored her sister and directed her gaze at Anthony, who was now gulping down his soda. "I hear that you used to work as a stripper at La Fontaine," she said bluntly.

"That's right," he replied. "But that was a long time ago."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"The money was good."

"So why don't you do it anymore?"

"I'm a lawyer now. Do you know of any lawyers who moonlight as strippers?"

Ashley looked a bit perturbed. "Oh, come on, Mary Kate. Give the guy a break."

"I'm just asking him a question," she replied hastily.

"Anthony is a big time attorney now," Drew said kissing him on the cheek. "I would think the two occupations are mutually exclusive."

"Does he know about the show?" Kelly asked Drew.

"Yeah, I know about it," Anthony interjected. "But if you're thinking about asking me to get involved, you can forget it."

Mary Kate said nothing. She just stared at the very handsome man and in her mind's eye she saw him fully naked on stage at La Fontaine, furiously jerking what she believed must be an enormous dick in front of a crowd of wild and screaming women. Her intent stare made Ashley uncomfortable.

"I know what you're thinking," she said softly to her sister. "Remember, it's not just him. It's Drew's feelings you have to consider to."

"She just said she has no problem with it," Mary Kate said defensively. "Just go with the flow will you?"

"We've heard about you," Christina said to Anthony. "Drew told us all about it."

Anthony shrugged. "It's no secret. The entire world knows what I did before I went legit."

"No," Brittany said. "What she means is, we know about the quality of your performances."

Anthony laughed heartily. "Oh, that! Yes, it's true. Whatever my darling Drew told you is true."

"I know it's true," Kelly said with certainty. "I was there in the audience back in 2006 when you were doing the midnight show."

"Really?" Anthony said looking rather pleased. "And what did you think of my performance?"

Kelly giggled loudly. "Are you kidding? It was fucking great! Two of my girlfriends told me that they came from just watching you shoot that massive load of yours!"

Everyone in the room broke out with laughter.

"God, I wish I had been there," Mary Kate said absentmindedly.

"Well, I'm sorry but I don't have any DVDs of my shows, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Mary Kate said excitedly, "You'd let us see them?"

"If I had them, yes."

"I'd love to see that!" Brittany said, looking a little flushed.

At this point, with the conversation tending to get progressively lewd, Mary Kate ordered Anna to bring another round of drinks for everyone—this time it was hard liquor. "And open those windows," she instructed the housekeeper. "It's getting a little warm in here."

As Anna went about fulfilling her duties, Mary Kate continued to play her little mental games with the handsome attorney. She noticed as they talked more and more about his former profession, that he, too, was not immune to the stimulating inferences about his sexual capacities. When he described for the women in detail one of his rather prodigious feats of ejaculating continuously for over a full minute, she saw that his cock had grown hard in his pants. Everyone else noticed it too and Drew lost no time in letting her hand fall gracefully between his legs.

When Anna returned with bottles of liquor and wine, the guests partook of their libations freely. Mary Kate and Ashley, however, each nursed a glass of white wine, refusing to allow themselves to succumb to the numbing effects of alcohol.

"I really don't know any guy who can manufacture such huge quantities of sperm," Drew began, already feeling woozy from just her second glass of gin and vodka. "That big schlong of his is almost more than I can take."


Celebrity Jerk-A-Thon Ch. 02



It took about a good three months of solid planning for the Jerk-a-Thon to finally come to fruition. The delays in staging the event were caused mainly by conflicts resulting from the various female celebrities who had to rearrange their ever-demanding schedules. The male performers themselves presented no such problem; all who had accepted the Olsen sister's invitation did so without reservation.

"You know," Mary Kate said to her sister, "I'd rather deal with guys any day. No whining, no complaining, no bullshit." She had just finalized arrangements with the audio/video company who was going to stage their event and had just now hung up the phone with the caterers. "I mean look at this. The guys don't give a shit what they eat as long as there's pizza and beer. But the women! Dom Perignon champagne, caviar, steak... You'd think the greatest show of beefcake on this earth would be enough for them. No. They want to eat like gourmands."

Ashley looked up from her computer screen and shrugged. "So what? The money's all going to charity anyway. What do you care what they eat?"

"I care because it's more work for me. If it were just pizza and beer, it would be easy. Now I have to arrange it like a fucking wedding reception."

"Oh, stop complaining. We should be lucky that most of them are coming in the first place. How many are there anyway?"

Mary Kate threw herself down on the sofa and grabbed a bunch of papers from the coffee table in front of her. The living room looked sparking clean, as did the rest of the house, in preparation of tomorrow's event. She quickly glanced out the rear window overlooking the vast estate and smiled to herself, knowing that the platform put up by the Jerk-a-Thon crew earlier in the week would soon be exhibiting the finest in male flesh.

"So?" Ashley repeated. "How many?"

"Three hundred and fifty-three".

"Are you kidding?"

"Nope. I told you this last night Ash, but you weren't paying attention."

Ashley laughed nervously. "Sorry, I had other things on my mind."

"Yeah, like jerking Justin off. You still won't let him fuck you, will you?"

"Not until I'm married. I told you that."

Mary Kate shook her head. "You are so square."

"Three hundred and fifty-three women," Ashley pondered this figure in her head, ignoring her sister. "How much money have we raised so far?"

"Just over 7.5 million dollars."

"That's fantastic. And we would've been happy with half a million. Holly is going to be thrilled."

"It's a shame she can't make it. But she has an infant to care for now. At least she had no problem with sending Craig over."

"I think next month is their one-year wedding anniversary. We have to get them something."

"Make a note of it on your 'To Do' list. Meantime, let's get some dinner. I think we should both get to bed early tonight. We have a ton of stuff to do in the morning before everyone gets here."

Ashley turned off her computer and she and her sister headed out the door.

************

Logistics had always been Ashley's strength. She was the organizer, the planner. The more staid and demure of the two sisters, she was the one who kept meticulous notes on all aspects of the twins' business enterprises. Nothing escaped her attention. Born only a few minutes before her sister, she nonetheless took on the mantle of the older sibling, with its attendant sense of responsibility and protectiveness. Mary Kate looked up to her and admired Ashley's constant devotion to their burgeoning empire, leaving her with the freedom to pursue her acting career with which Ashley had grown disenchanted. Ashley's interests centered on the fashion world and this is where she now hoped to make her mark. 

So it was with no small effort that Ashley now took over the final arrangements of the Jerk-A-Thon, seeing to it that the entire entourage of male performers had been met at LA airport by chauffer-driven cabs and delivered promptly at her doorstep. The first to show up was none other than Joey Balls, who had flown all the way from Wellington, New Zealand in his own private jet. He arrived at the estate just after 10:15 a.m. looking rather happy and refreshed considering the amount of time he had spent flying. And then, almost like clockwork, the line of limos started appearing at the front gate within minutes of each other.

Craig Lundquist and Barney Cole were the first to arrive after Joey, followed by Tom Murphy, King Matumba—with two male and six female tribes people—and the Semenov Septets: Russian dwarf ballet dancers who had become world famous under the tutelage of their stern mistress, Ms. Olga Yeltsin. The last to arrive was Johnny "ET" Adams, a young man of 22 years of age whose moniker had nothing to do with anything extraterrestrial, as Ashley and Mary Kate would soon find out. He had been recommended by Teri Hatcher because of the freakish mutation he possessed. Teri refused to tell the sisters what Johnny's physical peculiarity was, but she assured the girls that they would not be disappointed with his performance.

The sisters greeted everybody warmly and for several minutes they exchanged pleasantries before being directed into the mansion so that they could relax and freshen up. Craig was his usual happy-go-lucky self, talking candidly about Holly and how thrilled he was to be father to a baby girl. Barney, too, seemed at ease, excited to find himself in a position of entertaining groups of women once more, which he had not done since he had left Paris.

Both girls had to refrain from laughing when they saw Joey Balls come striding in the room with his oversized sweatpants, which were needed to accommodate his equally oversized testicles. Ashley had recalled that Joey's remarkable accoutrements were once referred to as "two wonderfully freakish specimens of elephantiasis of the scrotum." But where she heard this she could not remember. Suffice it to say, the little man was quite affable and warm to the twins, who despite their shock at observing his abnormality first hand, had the presence of mind to treat him with the utmost equanimity. His thick Australian accent, which captivated them to the point of distraction, endeared him to the twins.

Tom Murphy was a last-minute choice for the Jerk-A-Thon because his teaching schedule almost precluded him from coming. Just when he thought he would have to pass up performing in the show, his plans had changed and he contacted the sisters to tell them that he was now available. They immediately welcomed his participation, having seen him perform at a friend's house in Massachusetts the previous year. But the truth was that his reason for taking part in the event had more to do with his reputation for being multi-orgasmic than for his association with any particular member of the Sisterhood. Not that it mattered to Ashley or Mary Kate. All they wanted was to showcase the most amazing cum shooters they could find from their collection of videos taken during Sisterhood events of the past five years. It was really as simple as that.

Drew had promised that Anthony Riddle would be in the show, and he did indeed arrive only minutes after everyone else. "Big Anthony" was all smiles as he strode up to the twins, briefcase in hands. When questioned why he was carrying it, he explained that his lawyerly duties could not be neglected simply because he had decided to partake in the Jerk-A-Thon. Initially, he had eschewed taking part in the event because he felt that his former stint as a nude stripper would have negative ramifications upon his new career as a lawyer. Drew's assurances that his participation in the show would be kept secret quelled any misgivings he might have had. For even though the show would be videotaped, the twins had signed an agreement with all the performers, guaranteeing them complete anonymity. He now sat across from Joey, briefcase on his lap, glancing every so often at the twin monstrosities that looked imposing even under the cover of the dwarf's baggy pants.

The Maasai warrior, otherwise known as "King Matumba," whom Mary Kate and Ashley had met the previous year, was stretched out on a small, black, leather couch—his massive frame far too gangly to sit comfortably. His two fellow tribesmen were as tall as he was and just as handsome. They stood on either side of their leader, their heads almost touching the ceiling. All three men were dressed casually in slacks and short sleeve shirts; the tribal outfit the King had worn last year abandoned for the sake of convention. Six beautiful women stood behind the King looking pleasant and self-effacing. Unlike the men, they were adorned in their native dress. All of them were rather tall, from about 5' 9" to 6' in height. It was obvious that the women of Kenya were not on an equal status with their male counterparts, and this was reflected in their deferential attitude toward the three men.

King Matumba introduced his companions as Mbatiany, who stood on his left, and Senteu, both of whom hailed from Kenya and Tanzania, respectively. He indicated the women as part of his harem, but he did not introduce them by name. Neither of the men, nor the women, spoke any English, and when they did speak it was only to their leader and in the Maa language, which was the tribal language of the Maasai people. King Matumba himself had only the most rudimentary command of the language, but it was sufficient enough for him to communicate with his hosts. Even scrunched up as he was on the small chair, he looked every bit like royalty. The only thing that detracted from his regal image was the enormous size of his genitals, which created a prominent bulge that was incapable of being effaced by the simple act of posturing. Like Joey, whose testicles consistently drew attention to him, so it was with King Matumba with his ridiculously humongous organ: it simply could not be ignored.

Mary Kate found it difficult to keep her eyes off the handsome black man's crotch. She remembered his cock was an astounding two feet in length, the girth of his shaft at least as wide as her upper arm. And his testicles were no less remarkable: two black cantaloupes, which even now, hidden beneath his trousers, were almost as impressive as Joey's. The thought that his companions may be equally endowed made her shiver with excitement. She tried to picture all three men naked, masturbating in front of her, their thick black tube steaks releasing all their cum at once—three long arcing streams of hot, white sperm colliding in mid air. She put her legs together, feeling a tingling sensation at the thought. 

Sitting on a chair next to King Matumba, and looking rather wistful, was Johnny "ET" Adams. He was a thin, good-looking guy with sandy blonde hair who had only recently been drafted into the Sisterhood as a manservant to Teri Hatcher. He had come alone and looked a bit nervous until he struck up a conversation with Joey, whose outgoing personality helped make the young man relax. Ashley found him rather cute, and as she wanted to discover his particular hidden talent, she address this issue first, using it as a segue to begin her speech.

"Okay, I need to know what this 'ET' stands for," she said looking straight at the young man.

Without the least hint of embarrassment, he replied casually, "Extra testicle".

The fact that such an abnormality in itself was extremely odd hardly compensated for the matter-of-fact tone in which he replied, and the entire room erupted into laughter.

"I don't think it's very funny," he replied, highly offended.

This caused even more gales of laughter.

Barely able to contain his amusement, Joey's hefty scrotum rolled from side to side, his body shifting position in time with his rollicking nuts. "Fuck me!" the jovial dwarf exclaimed. "If that ain't a ripper!"

At first King Matumba had no idea what was going on. He looked from one face to the next demanding to know what had caused everyone to start laughing. His companions stood by passively, even more befuddled at the intense outburst.

"Someone explain, please!" the King demanded.

It took a few moments before anyone could respond to his question, and it was Ashley who spoke up first. Pointing to Johnny's crotch, she held up three fingers. "Three," she said, laughing so hard that her head fell onto the shoulders of her equally amused sister. The King looked puzzled.

"I don't understand," he said, now looking directly at Johnny's crotch.

"Three balls!" Joey exclaimed. "She means, three balls!"

To emphasize his point, the dwarf fondled his own two huge nuts and then indicated a third imaginary one by employing hand gestures.

Suddenly the King threw his head back and bellowed vociferously, finally realizing what all the fuss was about. "Three! Three!" he shouted joyously, stamping his right foot on the floor. He then said something in his native tongue to his companions who also started to emulate their leader's response. This caused another huge eruption of laughter from everyone.

Johnny looked as if someone had slapped him in the face. "I think it's really rude of all of you to treat me this way. I'm out of here."

He quickly rose from his chair and headed for the door.

"No, wait! Please!" Ashley shouted after him. "We didn't mean to insult you. It just took us all by surprise. We're sorry, really. Please don't go."

Johnny turned abruptly to face her. He could see that her response was sincere. "Well, all right. I'll stay. But no more jokes."

"We promise," Mary Kate assured him.

Once the laughter had subsided, Johnny explained to the group that he had recently been the object of fascination to Teri and some of the other Sisters because of his unique abnormality. Johnny, or "ET" as he was sometimes called, claimed that the addition of this "extra testicle" allowed him to keep ejaculating for long periods of time as compared to men who only had two balls. This admission was not lost on Mary Kate.

"I'd like to put that theory to the test," she said in deadly earnest.

Craig and Barney were still chuckling amongst themselves, both men finding it difficult to believe Johnny's claim.

"Do you really have three testicles?" Craig asked Johnny.

"Yes, I do."

Barney shook his head. "Can you tell just from lookin' at your sac, man? Cause you ain't gonna fool no one once you get them clothes off."

Johnny stood his ground. "When you see what I can do, you'll understand."

"And you can produce tons of juice because you have a third nut?" Anthony asked him.

"Probably a lot more than you can," Johnny stated with confidence.

"I don't think so, kid. I don't think so," Anthony replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"Anthony is multi-orgasmic," Mary Kate said to Johnny. "I've seen what he can do."

"And you'll see what I can do too!" Johnny replied with conviction.

Mary Kate smiled coyly. "I'm looking forward to it."

Craig laughed. "Well this is going to be one hell of an interesting show!"

Tom Murphy had remained quiet during all this time, sitting close to the twins but declining to engage in the conversation. 

"What's wrong, Tom?" Ashley finally asked him. "You're so quiet."

Tom looked her in the eye, admiring the young woman's astounding beauty. "Don't get me wrong, Ashley," he replied. "It's just that I'm kind of new to the Sisterhood and all this show business stuff. I don't mind telling you all that I'm a little intimidated."

"There's absolutely no reason to be, believe me," she said. "Not everyone here is a real professional, so don't sweat it."

"There ain't nothin' to it, mate," Joey assured Tom. "You go out there with confidence and just do your thing. Er, what is your thing anyway?"

Tom grinned. "I guess I do pretty much what everyone else here does: shoot never-ending streams of cum."

Everybody laughed.

"That's what we want to see!" Mary Kate added emphatically.

"So you've got no routine then?" Joey asked him.

"Not really."

"Well then," Joey replied warmly, "you see you fit right in! And the women out there are already half past drunk, so you got the lot of 'em in your pocket already!"

With assurances coming from all sides, Tom finally relaxed and joined in the fun. 

For the next half hour Ashley and Mary Kate handed out flyers to all the performers, explaining to them what was required of each of them and what position their act would occupy on the lineup.

Olga Yeltsin sat on a chair opposite the twins, her seven dwarf ballet dancers positioned on the floor in front of her like pawns on a chessboard. They refused to sit on chairs, preferring instead to sit by their mistresses' feet. The septets were 25 years of age and all of them had dark brown way hair, gray-blue eyes, and stood three feet, nine inches tall. Ashley and Mary Kate thought them very handsome. Boris had been born first, followed by Vladimir, Pavel, Sergey, Nikolay, Pyotr, and Aleksandr. Like Olga, each of the dwarfs could speak excellent English, and Joey wasted no time in making their acquaintance.

"Well, for once it's nice to have guys my own height on the same bill," Joey said to Olga. "It's kind of refreshing, if you know what I mean."

"I suppose it must be Mr. Balls," Olga replied, eyeing his ponderous scrotum with curiosity. 

"You don't get to see many dwarfs in show business these days unless they're part of a circus. Damn shame too. There's a huge pool of talent out there if these stupid producers could see the worth in hirin' little people."

"Maybe they will someday," Olga replied. "I can tell you that in Russia we have a long-standing tradition that includes hiring people of all ages and sizes in our theatre and ballet productions. We do not discriminate to the degree that they do here in America."

"That's why we were surprised when Mary Kate and Ashley invited us to perform here," Boris added. "Maybe we will start a new trend in this country."

Craig agreed. "Leave it to Mary Kate and Ashley to lead the way," he said raising his glass to the twins. "Cheers, guys!"

"Yes," Olga said. "Cheers to the two most beautiful twins in the world!"

Mary Kate and Ashley smiled graciously and joined the rest of the group in the toast.

In contrast to Joey's outgoing and nonchalant persona, Olga projected an image of seriousness and professionalism. She had trained the dwarfs for many years until they had become the most successful, if not notorious, ballet group in Russia. She might have been called pretty if not for the asymmetrical shape of her nose, which gave her face a hardened appearance. She treated her charges with great respect, but demanded complete loyalty and respect from them, which they gave in abundance. The twins noted that the dwarfs always deferred to her in all matters in which protocol was an issue. It seemed to be a relationship built on absolute trust.

"Do you understand what is expected of you?" Ashley asked Olga.

Olga replied in the affirmative.

"Good. If you need any assistance or have any questions, just see any of the party planners. That goes for all of you. They're all dressed in pink shirts. Or you can see our housemaid Anna if no one else is available. She's helping to coordinate things. My sister and I want to thank you all for being here. It might interest you to know that we have over 350 celebrities coming today, so you're going to have a fantastic audience to cheer you on. Go enjoy yourselves and have a great time."

After all the instructions had been given, the twins excused themselves to attend to other matters.

The caterers arrived just before 11:00 a.m. with vans full of food and drink. Mary Kate directed them as to where everything was to be placed and then left the job to Anna and Maria to oversee. Shortly thereafter the 50-piece orchestra hired to play for the event showed up in their own huge bus. Ashley and Mary Kate laughed aloud when they saw the words "The All-Male American Nude Orchestra" emblazed in giant red letters on the side of the bus. A friend of theirs in Hawaii had written to them months earlier about the band, recommending them highly for their excellent musicianship and for the special antics that comprised their spectacular finale. When the twins found out that all the members played in the nude, they couldn't book the orchestra fast enough. Mary Kate was so turned on to the idea that she coaxed Ashley to hire them on the spot without an audition. Ashley hardly needed any coaxing.




Celebrity Jerk-A-Thon Ch. 02



"How much did we pay for these guys?" the younger sister asked as she watched the band members disembark.

"One hundred grand." 

"That much?"

"Well," Ashley began. "They had to cancel several other engagements to accommodate us. And then the airfare..."

Mary Kate watched intently as the men filed past them with their instruments in hand, forming a slow-moving, solemn procession toward the stage that had been prepared for them. "Everyone of these guys is a hunk," she said ecstatically. "I'm so glad I found out about them. Look at them, Ash. They're all gorgeous!"

"I'm looking!" Ashley replied, also impressed by the fine display of male flesh.

The twins had assigned the task of coordinating the event to a local party planning organization that was comprised solely of women. This 30-person crew was now in full operation, seeing to it that every detail of Ashley's plan was assiduously carried out in conjunction with her wishes. The twins marveled at the speed at which this female crew worked, responding with respect and deference to every command issued to them by the sisters, who supervised everything from where the buffet tables were to be set up to how the lighting was to be rigged for the upcoming performance. And during all this frenetic preparation, several of the male performers were sitting chatting together under one of the many big tents that dotted the immense landscape that comprised the twins' backyard—all of it overlooking the vast Pacific Ocean.

It was a glorious day. The temperature was in the mid-80s but dry and with a gentle prevailing westerly breeze that was a welcome relief to the steadily increasing heat that came with the approach of the mid-day hour. Both Ashley and her sister were dressed in the same white tennis shorts and matching blouse. It was too hot to wear anything more confining. In the tent nearest to them sat Craig, Barney, and Joey Balls. The other performers were nowhere to be found.

"They're probably in the house freshening up," Ashley said, surveying the grounds.

"Probably." Mary Kate agreed. She eyed the men who would soon be standing naked before her and her celebrity friends with interest. "Look at them. Not one of them is moving a muscle."

"Can you blame them?" Ashley replied, momentarily diverted from giving one of the party crew instructions. "They need to save their strength."

Mary Kate giggled. "And they're going to need it for this crowd."

At that moment a large van pulled up to the front gate and several women got out. All of them were carrying video equipment.

"Here they are!" Ashley said. "The ladies who are going to record every cumshot for posterity!"

Mary Kate laughed. "And there is going to be a lot of cum flying around here today! Come on. Let's go and spend some time with the guys."

With the flurry of activity going on all around them, the twins found the comfort and shade of the tent most refreshing. Craig and Barney sat next to each other sipping on beers, while Joey Balls sat in the far corner of the tent, his legs outstretched to accommodate his humongous balls. He had changed from his sweatpants into his usual khaki outback garb, his wide-brimmed Australian Bushman's hat lying on the table in front of him. He was just about to remove the tab from a can of beer when he saw them approach. He quickly tried to adjust his pants to hide his monstrous balls but all he succeeded in doing was spilling beer on his shirt. Mary Kate couldn't stop herself from chuckling at the sight, but Ashley found her curiosity aroused by the odd spectacle.

"Do they hurt you?" she asked the little man.

"Does what hurt me, miss?" Joey replied, looking up at her but not rising from his chair.

"You know...your testicles."

"You would think these two blighters would cause me a lot of discomfort wouldn't you?" he said with a tinge of bemusement. "But the truth is, they ain't no bother to me right now."

"And why is that?" Mary Kate asked.

Joey chuckled. "There's a good reason for it, miss. It's because they're full of sperm."

As hard as she tried, Ashley could not hold back her laughter at this unexpected confession. Both she and her sister continued to stare at the dwarf's genitals unashamedly while both Craig and Barney howled.

"That's all right. You go ahead and laugh my dears," Joey said, obligingly. "It don't bother me none. But it's the truth. I'll tell you that."

This only caused everyone to laugh even more violently.

"It's okay, Joey," Barney said. "We don't mean you any disrespect."

"I know that," Joey said good-naturedly. "But I'm used to it by now. People laughin' and carryin' on about my nut sack and the jewels within 'em. So go right ahead and laugh. But I guarantee you won't be laughin' once you see what they can do."

He said this with a certain degree of pride.

"We're sorry, Joey." Ashley said, regaining her composure. "It's just that the reality of it...you know. We were warned."

"Yes, I know. It's always like that. Hearin' about these great big beauties of mine is one thing; the reality, another."

"Yeah, something like that."

There was a momentary lull in the conversation as Joey took a sip of beer. His face became pensive. "If you don't mind me asking, miss," he said to Ashley. "Who was it who told you about me?"

Ashley looked at her sister, which she sometimes did when confronted with an awkward situation. Most times self-assured and confident, the older twin rarely needed moral support from anybody. But she felt sorry for Joey and did not want to say anything that might further belittle him. "It wasn't anyone specific. We just heard some stories, that's all."

"What stories, miss?"

"Sisterhood stories, you know," Mary Kate stated flatly, coming to her sister's rescue.

Joey shrugged and looked away. "Oh, them."

His tone of voice sounded a bit solemn, but his look was one of regret.

Ashley's maternal instincts now took over. "What's wrong, Joey?" she asked, taking a seat next to him. "You don't seem very happy."

"Oh, it's a long story, miss," he replied without looking at her. "Too long to go into it now. Let's just say your Sisterhood friends had somethin' to do with it."

"But the Sisters love you. You don't have anything against them, do you?"

"If I did I wouldn't be performin' here for you now," he replied dourly. "No, it was the nasty actions of a few of them that made me sour on the whole Sisterhood business. But that's all behind me now."

If Joey thought he was going to get away without an interrogation, he was mistaken. If anything, his confession only piqued the twins' curiosity.

"What do you mean?" Mary Kate asked, pulling a chair up next to her sister. "What nasty actions?"

Joey seemed reluctant to go on with his story, but his genuine affection for the two girls made him feel less recalcitrant, and quelled his natural reserve. "It all started with that damn EJAX-472 business," he began disdainfully. "Now, I'm not knockin' the drug, mind you. God knows it's a wonder. And that Dr. Chris...Chris...

"Christiana Swensen," Ashley said.

"Yeah, Dr. Swensen...well she's a downright genius. But it was her sister's husband who messed everything up, the miserable bastard. Because of him I got wrapped up in an illegal drug scheme and got myself deported. Messy business it was. Messy business."

"We heard that you were shot out of a canon," Mary Kate said. "Is that true?"

Joey took another swig of beer. "Yes, miss. I'm ashamed to say it, but it's true. Dr. Swensen's big sister, Bonnie I think her name was, got so ravin' mad at me that she had her henchmen throw me in a canon and fire it off—straight into her swimmin' pool I went! And it was my canon! Crickey!"

"I think that's terrible," Ashley said, feeling genuine pity for the little man.

"Me too," Mary Kate agreed.

"The truth of it was, my dears, is that I had it comin'. You see that accursed drug was far from perfect at the time and it had some, let's say, unique side effects."

"Like what?" Ashley inquired.

"Well—and I'm sure you two have probably heard about this—for one thing, the drug puts a man's reproductive capacity into high gear. Meanin' that a bloke could ejaculate for about fifteen or twenty minutes at a time, shootin' out enough spunk to fill a bathtub."

"We know what the drug can do," Mary Kate said perfunctorily. "We've seen Craig and Barney perform under its influence."

"That drug brought me nothing but problems," Craig said. "And Barney too."

"But you chaps got off light compared to me," Joey replied. "A man my size...I could've been killed being fired from that canon."

"But why did Bonnie do that to you?" Ashley insisted. "What did you do that got her so pissed off?"

Joey shook his head numbly. "I insulted her, called her and her friends whores, bitches, you name it. Every ugly word I could think of I called them. It was another side effect of the drug. It made me act like a madman. And then of course once they found out about my involvement with Phillip...well, that sealed the deal right there. I was toast."

The dwarf spent the next ten minutes describing every detail of the lurid story to the twins, who let him tell it without further interruption. By the time he had finished, they had formed an even higher opinion of him.

"The fact that you are here today," Ashley began, "says a lot about you. "I don't think that Dr. Swensen, or even Bonnie for that matter, could harbor any resentment toward you. You were a victim of the drug, just as Craig and Barney were."

"That's damn right," Barney said. "You have nothing to be ashamed of Joey. No more than Craig and I have to be ashamed."

Barney and Craig lifted their cans of beer in the air and saluted their little friend.

Joey looked as if he were going to cry. "Thank you gentlemen and ladies. Thank you."

Upon leaving the tent, the sisters made it a point to speak to the rest of the performers on an individual basis in an attempt to make each person feel comfortable and attended to. The deference shown was certainly not wasted on Olga, who seemed to almost demand preferential treatment from everyone. Her imperious demeanor softened a bit once the twins made her feel at home. Even the dwarfs seemed to relax a little more once they saw that their mistress was at ease.

On a more pragmatic level, one of the problems with inviting huge groups of people to such an event was the issue of parking. There simply would not be enough room for all the cars. It was Mary Kate who hit upon the idea of hiring luxury buses leaving from LA airport to shuttle all the celebrities back and forth. And the first of these pulled up to the estate just after 2:00 p.m.

The list of attendees was impressive even by Hollywood's standards. But it wasn't just actresses who had been invited. "Celebrities" by definition could just as easily include musicians, singers, writers, and artists who had made a name for themselves—some being more well known than others. The only criterion that really mattered was that each of these women had to be a member of the Sisterhood. And, as Ashley and Mary Kate soon discovered, there were many more members than they ever imagined.

Some of these celebrities were well known to the sisters; others were not. Some of them had been referred to Ashley and Mary Kate by their friends, but most of the names were obtained through Holly, who supplied them with a complete roster. This was a great help since there were more than a thousand Sisterhood members in the greater Los Angeles vicinity alone.

The first person off the bus was none other than Drew Barrymore, followed by Brittany Murphy, Kelly Ripa, Christina Ricci, and Natalie Portman, who, surprisingly, was accompanied by a very nice looking guy. He looked like he could have been her twin. 

"What's he doing here?" Mary Kate asked, surprised to see a male amongst all the women.

"It's Natalie's stepbrother," Ashley replied. "I met him once about a year ago. He's very nice."

"But what is he doing here?"

"Natalie volunteered him for the show."

Mary Kate looked puzzled. "She volunteered him? But we don't know anything about him."

"She told me he has a big dick and cums like a horse. She said he'd fit right in."

The younger sister's eyes lit up. "What's his name?"

"James. He just celebrated his eighteenth birthday yesterday. This is his birthday present."

"Really?" Mary Kate mused. "Well I don't think he should be part of the show. We really don't know what he can do and it's too late to start making changes now in any case. I think we should save him for an aperitif." 

"An aperitif it is," Ashley agreed. "Shall we say hello to our guests?"

Even as the twins greeted the gathering throng, other buses began to arrive with their precious cargo. Soon, the entire front lawn was filled with beautiful people. 

Once they had greeted Drew and their other immediate friends, Ashley and Mary Kate decided to retreat into the house and let the party planners escort the celebrities to their seats on the back lawn. From their vantage point on the balcony the girls watched the long line of the rich and famous descend upon their lawn en masse, their lively voices chattering away against the backdrop of the crashing waves on the shoreline below. Ashley thought it best that she and her sister wait until the crowd was settled in their seats before making their appearance. In this way they could simply walk onto the stage and address everyone at once using the PA system. There would be time during the dinner and show to make the multitude of acquaintances that etiquette demanded.

"Look! There's Madonna and Britney!" Mary Kate said, pointing to the two singers as they walked past the entrance to the lawn.

"Britney's put on weight again," Ashley said dolefully.

"And look...there's Jennifer Love Hewitt with...who is that woman?"

"I don't know," Ashley replied squinting her eyes. "It looks like...oh, it's Hillary Duff!"

Mary Kate groaned. "Why the hell did she dye her hair black? She looks so sluttish."

"Now how am I supposed to know?" Ashley retorted. "I think that's Alyssa Milano over by the tent."

"She's so beautiful, isn't she?"

"She always looks beautiful," Ashley agreed.

"And there's Sarah Michelle Gellar with Monica Bellucci."

"I didn't know they were friends."

"They're working on a new movie. Gee, Ash, you're so out of the loop."

Ashley shook her head. "Well, you're the actress in the family now. I'm too busy designing clothes to care about who's filming what."

"Sure, sure," Mary Kate chided her. "Whatever you say."

The line snaked across the lawn slowly, inexorably, until the twins grew tired of trying to spot the innumerable faces that comprised the epitome of Hollywood's "Who's Who". It was now an hour after the first bus had arrived, and most of the guests were now fraternizing or sampling the multifarious delicacies on offer at the various buffet tables that dotted the lawn.

"It's almost four o'clock," Ashley said, reaching for her pen and clipboard. "I suppose we should get out there."

"Showtime!" her sister answered, eagerly leading the way downstairs.

The huge blue tent that was set up behind the stage was where the performers were to remain until it was their time to take the stage. Another much bigger tent, adjacent to the blue tent, was reserved for the fifty men who comprised the orchestra. Both tents had window screens that allowed those inside to look out onto the stage. It was with some difficulty that the twins had to maneuver themselves through the crowd without having to stop every so often to greet people. Eventually they did manage to reach the entrance of the tent and once inside they went over the last-minute details of the performance with their stars.

"Okay guys, here's the deal," Ashley began. "After Mary Kate and I give our welcoming speech the band is going to play their intro song and then you're on." She looked at Joey, who was standing with the Russian dwarfs making jokes. "Joey, are you listening to me?"

The dwarf stopped laughing and his face become serious. "I sure am, my lovely. I'm to be first up. Got it."

"Okay," Ashley replied. "I just want to make sure."

"Ready and rarin' to go, miss!" Joey said, adjusting his oversized pants.

Mary Kate giggled at the sight. "I can't wait to see this," she said to her sister.

Ashley nodded. She was just as anxious to see what the little man was capable of, but at the moment she had more important business to attend to.

"The entire show," she continued, "with the inclusion of the band's routine, should be approximately an hour and a half long, which means if we began now, we should finish up around 5:30 p.m. or so. The band will continue to play until 9:00 p.m. but the rest of you are to go out into the audience and socialize with the celebrities. They know about this and they're expecting you to entertain them—if you know what I mean."

"You wouldn't be talking about anything sexual, would you?" Tom Murphy asked.

"That's exactly what we're talking about," Mary Kate replied. "These women have spent thousands of dollars for their tickets and they want their money's worth. Does anyone have a problem with that?"

No one said a word except Olga. "There is no problem, Mary Kate," she began. "It's not often I let my boys off the leash, so this will be fun for them. Right boys?"

All seven dwarfs nodded in agreement.

"Good," Ashley said. "Now, go out there and do a great job, as I know you all will. Good luck everyone!"

"Break a leg!" Mary Kate added as she followed her sister through the tent door.

As soon as the twins made their entrance onto the stage the entire crowd stood up and applauded loudly. It was a vast sea of faces the greeted the girls, all of whom were smiling and laughing. Some of the women the twins recognized right off were standing in the front three rows: Alessia Merz, Alicia Silverstone, Angelina Jolie, Brooke Shields, Cameron Diaz, Carmen Electra, Cat Deeley, Charisma Carpenter, Charlize Theron, Christina Aguilera, Christy Turlington, Claudia Schiffer, Courtney Love, Danni Minogue, Demi Moore, Elizabeth Hurley, Gwyneth Paltrow, Halle Berry, Heather Graham, Holly Valance, Jamie Prestley, Janet Jackson, Jennifer Lopez, Courtney Cox, and dozens of other people less well known. As Joey had intimated earlier, it was clear that many of the women were already drunk. The girls waited until the applause abated before speaking.

"Thank you everyone," Ashley said into the microphone. "Mary Kate and I want to welcome each and every one of you to our Jerk-A-Thon. First let me say that your generosity and kindness are most appreciated by my sister and I and our Chapter leader, Ms. Holly McKenzie, who was recently the proud mother of a baby girl."

At this pronouncement the entire audience erupted with cheers and applause. As the twins waited for the noise to subside, they saw Brooke Burke, Jessica Alba, Kate Winslet, Gwen Stefani, and Beyonce sitting in close proximity to each other in the front seats. All of them looked like they had been drinking heavily.

"Three cheers for Holly!" Brooke shouted as she raised her glass high and almost lost her footing.

A deafening roar of applause suddenly rose up like a tidal wave as all the celebrities screamed their approval at once. Ashley reached for Mary Kate's hand; both sisters overcome with excitement. As soon as the shouting and applause subsided, Ashley continued.

"As you can see from your handbills, we have put together what we consider to be the most spectacular sexual event ever produced. Now, I invite you all to sit back, relax and enjoy the show."

Again, a round of applause greeted the twins. Mary Kate signaled to the orchestra leader to bring the band onstage. As soon as the naked conductor set foot on the platform, the entire crowd went completely wild. The sisters quickly retreated to the rear of the stage to make room for the men as they came gingerly waltzing by toward their respective chairs, each carrying his own instrument.




Celebrity Jerk-A-Thon Ch. 02



The parade of handsome, nude musicians sent the celebrities into an uproar. Seeing this fine display of male flesh forced many of the women to stand up on their chairs to get a better view. They jostled each other for position and made lewd comments about the size of the men's penises and which man had the nicest butt. The barrage of sexual slurs continued unabated until every man was seated—the din being so lively that the performers themselves were compelled to come out of tent to see what all the fuss was about.

"Blimey!" Joey remarked. "The whole fuckin' lot of 'em is bloomin' naked!"

"Let me see!" cried Olga. "I want to see!"

The Russian impresarios' charges were just as excited to watch the naked men as she was. The sight of the stern woman ogling all the nude musicians with the seven little men surrounding her prompted Barney to remark to Craig: Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. He said it softly enough so that no one but Craig could hear him, but it didn't stop Craig from laughing out loud just the same.

As soon as all the band members were seated, the orchestra broke into an old show song called, "I Want To Be Happy". Joey knew that he was to go onstage as soon as the song ended, so he diligently checked the Velcro fastening that secured his pants in place and then took his position at the door of the tent awaiting his cue. He glanced over at Ashley and Mary Kate, who were standing only a few yards to his right. Both of the girls gave him the "thumbs up" sign and wished him luck.

"Thank you, my dears," the dwarf said. "This should be a ripper!"

Joey had prepared a stage number that he had much success with when he performed with his world famous international circus. The song was called, "I May Be Small, But I'm Mighty," a ribald, foot stomping offering that he assured the twins always brought the house down. He had sung a little bit of the song to them earlier in the day and had both girls laughing their heads off. He now smiled broadly at the twin lovelies, his right hand reaching down to his crotch to once again adjust the Velcro fasteners.

"I hope these damn things keep my pants up until the big moment!" he said to the girls, looking a little annoyed.

A few moments later the orchestra finished their opening number and now it was Joey's turn to entertain the crowd.

As soon as the celebrities saw the little man waddle onto the stage in his Australian bushman getup, they went berserk. In addition to his extremely baggy pants, he wore his traditional bushman hat and oversized black leather boots. In his mouth was an unlit cigar, a prop he had adopted soon after watching "A Night At The Opera," and a blatant nod to his affinity for Groucho Marx. He stood center stage and bowed politely to the audience. And then the music began.

It was a song whose meter was in cut time, like a polka. He stood motionless in the middle of the stage for a few moments and then broke into a little dance. His enormous balls bounced up and down underneath his pants as he gracefully made his way from one side of the stage to the other, always with a smile on his face. Finally, he began to sing:

Hi there, my name is Joey, Joey, Joey Balls,

I'm here to entertain you, all you little cupie dolls,

I know you must be wondrin' what's beneath these pants unfurled,

They ain't nothin' but my beauties, two of the Seven Wonders of the World!

And with that, Joey thrust his hips outward toward the crowd and the Velcro fasteners that held up his pants came undone, revealing his prick and an astounding set of testicles to an awe-stricken audience.

At first the majority of the women simply fell silent, and then gawked openly at the sight. Ashley and Mary Kate, long looking forward to seeing Joey's equipment for themselves, stared in utter astonishment as the dwarf danced merrily up and down the stage, his huge balls swinging back and forth like two casaba melons hanging in a net. It was too much. Both sisters joined the rest of crowd as they erupted into laughter and applause.

As Joey danced, he continued to sing:

Some folks they find me charmin',

As charmin' as a bloke can be,

But if you find my balls alarmin'

It'll do you well to remember,

I may be small, but I'm mighty!

For the finale, Joey invited Brooke Burke, Kate Winslet, and Jessica Alba to come onstage. It wasn't long before he coaxed them into fondling his pendulous ball sack. He even got the girls to sing along with him for the final Chorus as they all danced around the stage together. The applause was deafening.

"Thank you ladies, thank you," the little man said to the audience as he bowed over and over again.

At the urging of the crowd, Brooke gave Joey a big kiss. The tan and lithe beauty then took it upon herself to reach out her hand and caress Joey's nut sack. "I'll bet you have a lot of seeds in those melons," she jibed.

"Nothing short of a gallon's worth my dear," Joey answered with a big grin.

"Jerk it off!" a voice called out from the crowd. This was followed by more requests that soon took on the form of a chant.

Joey looked a bit unsure of himself. "Well, I hadn't expected to..."

"Go ahead," Mary Kate shouted to him. "Give the girls what they want."

"But I haven't finished my routine yet," the dwarf replied. "What about my jokes?"

"Forget the jokes," Ashley said. "Everybody wants to see what you've got stored up in those huge nuts of yours."

"We want to see some huge ropes, Joey!" Mary Kate demanded. "Jerk it!"

It wasn't said as a request. It was an order.

"Well, okay, miss. If that's what everybody wants, I'll oblige."

Joey started to masturbate, slowly at first, and then with increasing rhythm. At some point Brooke removed his hand and replaced it with her own, much to Joey's surprise and delight.

"I hope you don't mind," she said to Joey. "I just can't resist."

She pulled on his huge organ with increased speed, giggling at the sight of his gargantuan balls swaying back and forth in tandem with her strokes. Mary Kate and Ashley moved to the front of the stage and stood a few feet to Joey's right, watching intently as Brooke worked the dwarf's ten-inch shaft closer to orgasm. Kate and Jessica stood on Joey's left, but when they moved closer to watch Brooke masturbate him, Joey warned them to stand far away.

"You don't want to be caught in the line of fire," he said to the women. "This one's going to be a gusher!"

"It certainly is!" Brooke remarked, her right hand pumping the tense flesh of Joey's turgid prick with ever increasing speed.

Mary Kate was fascinated by the size of Joey's balls and was curious to see if his size had any direct correlation to the amount of semen he could produce. "I'll bet he creams at least a few quarts," she said to Ashley.

"At least."

"Ropes, Joey," Mary Kate said to the dwarf. "We want to see lots of ropes."

"What's that miss?" Joey replied, perplexed. "Ropes did you say?"

"Ropes of sperm," Ashley explained. "We love to see long jets of cum...ropes, you know."

Brooke laughed. "I don't think you'll have long to wait for those ropes, girls!"

Joey's prick was now fully extended, the huge purple head glistening with a patina of pre-cum. Brooke's hand was almost a blur, moving up and down the dwarf's slick meat stick with abundant ease. The crowd teased him mercilessly, chanting Mary Kate's favorite mantra, "ropes, ropes, ropes..."

At the base of the stage, and situated on Joey's left and right, were the camerawomen, their video cameras recording every moment. Flashbulbs were firing off one after the other in an effort to capture the impending orgasm. Finally, after a full five minutes of determined stroking, Joey's proud penis could take no more. His balls, rising in their sack, were a signal to every woman present that the dwarf was ready to surrender his vast amounts of spunk to Brooke's incessant stroking. Joey looked out at all the beautiful faces encouraging him to cum. Such loveliness, such wantonness. He had never felt so alive.

"I give him ten seconds," Mary Kate told Ashley.

"Start counting," Ashley replied, her eyes fixed on Joey's tool.

Mary Kate liked to pride herself on predicting the exact moment of a man's ejaculation, but this time she was off by five seconds. With a growl, the dwarf's penis reared back and fired off a thick, hot jet of white spunk, just as Brooke's hand reached the tip of the shaft. It was a violent eruption, with the cum shooting out a good ten to fifteen feet into the air. The entire crowd gasped at once, their incredulous gazes unable to comprehend the prodigious amount of sperm that just been launched from Joey's remarkable tool.

"He was right!" Mary Kate squealed. "It's a fucking gusher! Go Joey! Ropes! Ropes!"

On her next upward pull, Brooke forced another giant cum blast that sailed out into the front seats where Beyonce and her friends were standing. They had to dodge quickly to avoid getting hit, but the woman standing behind the singing star wasn't so lucky. She took the hit head on.

"Oh fuck!" she cried. "Right in the eye!"

It was some minor starlet who had been hit. The crowd reacted with glee as she searched frantically for something to wipe the sperm from her face. Meanwhile Joey was just getting started.

"Some more! Some more!" the audience chanted.

And Joey delivered.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven huge shots of cum flew out of his prick in quick succession. Brooke laughed when she saw the unending stream of spunk and invited Kate and Jessica to gently squeeze Joey's balls with the intent of encouraging more sperm production. This they two women did, and sure enough, Joey responded with another half dozen creamy salvos, earning him the gratitude of the fascinated crowd.

Brooke's arm was now growing tired and she asked Kate and Jessica take over. The two women stood on either side of Joey, pulling viciously on his cock with their hands. Another barrage of hot sticky sperm found its way beyond the lip of the stage, some of the spunk landing in the orchestra pit. Ashley and Mary Kate laughed uncontrollably when they heard one of the band members cursing because he had gotten hit with an errant volley of cum.

"Heads up!" Mary Kate laughed.

It was an impressive orgasm, and by the time he was done ejaculating, the ever-efficient Ashley had counted no less that two dozen separate ropes of sperm jettisoned by Joey's now softening penis.

"It's those fucking balls of his!" Mary Kate explained. "They hold so much cum."

"I think it's great," Ashley said, watching Joey take a bow. "The crowd loves him."

"And we have it all on tape."

That thought made Ashley smile.

Joey thanked Brooke, Kate and Jessica for giving him a "hand" and then thanked the crowd for their appreciation of his sexual talents. The three women walked off the stage to a round of applause as Joey walked back toward the tent.

"You were great," Ashley said to the dwarf, his clothes in hand.

"Absolutely!" Mary Kate added. "Go get dressed and relax."

"Thank you, ladies," Joey replied, looking exhausted but immensely satisfied. "I intend to."

Joey's performance had been nothing less than superb. The little Australian man from the Outback had put on quite a show and the twins were elated. But his act, as good as it was, was nothing more than a warm-up for what followed.

It was the twin's initial reaction that tipped the audience as to what was about to happen. Ashley was the first to lay eyes on the men moving past her onto the stage, and she let out an audible gasp. Mary Kate, at first unaware of what was occurring because her attention had been diverted by someone in the audience, now turned her head to the side to see what had attracted her sister's interest.

Walking onstage in a precise and stately manner were the three Maasai warriors: Mbatiany, Senteu, and lastly, King Matumba, all of them resplendent in their traditional tribal dress. Mary Kate and Ashley looked like munchkins next to these giant, lumbering figures, all well over 6' 5" tall and each carrying a seven-foot long spear. The women in the crowd were nothing less that awestruck at the sight of these mythical-looking warriors, and even the most inebriated amongst them stood slack-jawed, staring in utter amazement at the behemoths standing silently, proudly, at the center of the stage.

"I didn't know they were going to dress up like that," Ashley said, her eyes focused on the three men. "They look incredible!"

Mary Kate grinned broadly, her face registering the same wonderment as the crowd. "Christ Ash, do you think the other two guy's dicks are a big as the King's?"

Ashley chuckled to herself because she had thought that very same thing when she first laid eyes on the two men. "One can only hope," she replied.

The audience was now quite silent, waiting patiently for something to happen. Many of the women began hurling catcalls at the warriors, demanding they do something. They didn't have to wait long.

From somewhere in the back of the orchestra the sound of African drums began beating out a steady, measured tempo that was carried by the gentle ocean breeze over the heads of the curious onlookers. Other percussive instruments were soon added to the mix, creating a rich tapestry of sound that was both incessant and enervating, its seductive, hypnotic beat inducing the crowd to move their collective bodies in tandem to its undulating rhythms. 

The three men began to dance; at first slowly, and then with increasing speed as their individual routines became more complex. The tribal dance they were performing was actually a symbolic representation of a hypothetical animal hunt, the men waving their spears high in the air as if to strike out at some imaginary prey. For the most part, all their movements were highly coordinated, which indicated that they had either performed this dance many times before or it was a well-rehearsed routine designed specifically for this particular event. Whatever it was, the dance itself was a study in grace, elegance, and superior ability.

Around the stage the warriors went, sometimes making savage faces at the women or waving their spears at them in a mock-threatening posture. And all the time the tempo grew faster and faster until the three men looked as if they were going to crash into each other. The twins were amazed at how the warriors' complicated dance movements were executed in such a seemingly effortless way. The crowd, too, were equally spellbound as they watched the men leap high into the air only to land on their feet with the utmost precision, evocative of their singular physical stamina and a testament to their artistic skill. 

As the warriors' dance continued, six women from the King's tribe came dancing onto the stage holding paper mache images of a lion, a rhino, and an elephant. The women joined in the elaborate dance, swirling around the stage in a frenzy of excitement, the animal images they held poised high above their heads. It was as if these props had themselves become part of the dance, so elegantly were they wielded.

Mary Kate and Ashley were enraptured by the dynamism of the dance unfolding before their eyes. Neither girl had ever seen anything quite like it. The crowd echoed their hosts' responses, so enthralled were they by the mesmerizing tribal dance.

Now the six beautiful Kenyan women began to lay down their images in front of a tall wooden wall on the far left section of the stage, positioning them against the wall sideways so that the flanks of the images were exposed to the warriors' spears. As the women gingerly danced their way behind the three men, each man raised his spear and, on the King's command, hurled their weapons at the images. The music suddenly came to a halt as the weapons flew across the stage. The crowd let out a huge roar as each spear found its mark. And where the spear had penetrated, a cloud of red dust appeared, symbolizing blood. The applause was deafening.

"That was fucking great!" Mary Kate shouted into her sister's ear.

"It's not over yet," Ashley said, noticing that the women were now helping the warriors to remove their robes.

As the one-piece garments came off, the audience screamed with wild abandon. Mbatiany was the first to disrobe, then Senteu, and finally the King himself. Both sister's presumptions about the size of each man's penis was now visibly confirmed: Mbatiany and Senteu did indeed rival their king in both the astonishing length and width of their penises. 

"I knew it!" Mary Kate exclaimed, moving closer to get a better look at the men's equipment. "These guys are fucking hung!"

Even semi-erect, as all three men now were, their cocks were an imposing sight. Ashley thought she was looking at a threefold abnormality, such was the image presented to her eyes. She knew the King's dick was two feet in length because she and Mary Kate had seen it up close once before. Both girls had even touched it and had played with his equally large scrotum. But to see a similar appendage on the other two men was completely beyond her expectations. Taking her sister's hand, she walked in front of the men, inspecting each cock as though they were on display at some meat market. She then turned to the ecstatic crowd.

"Have you ever seen anything like this, ladies?" she shouted into the microphone.

"No!" came the overwhelming response, followed by roars of laughter.

The King and his companions smiled. "It's time," he said to his tribeswomen.

Stepping back, the King allowed the women to come forward and fondle Mbatiany and Senteu. Three women to each man, they began to stimulate each man's penis with energetic and long strokes, using a bottle of white lotion as hand lube. As the women masturbated each man, the drums once more began to play, slowly building in intensity to match the efforts of the women. 

"They cum soon now," the King said to the twins. "Not powerful cumshot as mine, but still good."

"What about you?" Mary Kate asked the King. "Don't you want to shoot your load too?"

The King chuckled. "I am hoping you help King with that."

"Oh!" Ashley laughed. "You were, were you?"

"Please," the King implored. "It would make for good show."

The girls really didn't need much encouragement. Mary Kate openly expressed her desire to her sister that she wanted to jerk the King's big dick off at the first opportunity. And although Ashley was not as forthcoming, being the more demure of the two, she nonetheless harbored a secret desire to masturbate the huge prick as much as her sister did. 

"Yes?" the King asked, searching Ashley's face.

"Okay," Ashley replied. "But only if you let us use our extended masturbation cream. We're going to need it on that big tool of yours."

The King laughed heartily. "Anything you wish, my beautiful ladies! Anything you wish!"

Mary Kate was thrilled. "As soon as these two guys get off, I'll get the cream out of my pocketbook."

Suddenly the King and the twins' attention was drawn to the two warriors as the music rose to a crescendo. It was clear that both men were now on the verge of shooting their respective loads. In the front row stood a few celebrities that the girls had not noticed before. Wearing a skimpy pink blouse that revealed her extruding cleavage was Christina Aguilera. And to her right was Andrea Corr, looking as beautiful as ever with her long brunette hair and sexy blue bikini. Both women were very vocal in coaxing the two men to cum. And as the lovely Kenyan woman stroking Senteu pulled up on the warrior's fully expanded shaft, a thick white rope of sperm shot out of the tip with portions of the milky fluid hitting both Christine and Andrea head on.

King Matumba laughed at the sight of the two women, their upper bodies doused in sperm. "Senteu always come first. Like a fucking horse!"




Celebrity Jerk-A-Thon Ch. 03



During the few minutes interruption while the twins were cleaning their hands, a distinct commotion was heard from somewhere in the deeper ranks of the crowd. As the two sisters resumed their place on the stage, it was apparent that something peculiar was happening.

From their vantage point on the stage Mary Kate and Ashley soon found themselves laughing heartily at the unlikely sight that greeted them. Walking up toward the stage from the middle of the audience, who now stepped back to witness the humiliating sight, was Natalie Portman, leading her younger brother toward the twins with one hand wrapped tightly around his penis. He was completely nude and protesting every step of the way. James grimaced as his stepsister pulled him forward through the leering group of women, his prick completely at her mercy.

Once Natalie had reached the edge of the stage she released her stepbrother and spoke to the twins. "I found him jerking off in the tent back there, so I thought I'd volunteer him for your show!"

The 18-year-old James stood petrified in front of Mary Kate and Ashley and the howling crowd around him. Every time he tried to cover up his genitals, Natalie slapped him hard on the hands.

"Bring him up here," Ashley instructed Natalie. She then turned to the orchestra conductor. "Start the music."

The band quickly tore into an old disco song called "Disco Inferno" as Craig and Barney strode onstage in a sky-blue and emerald-green bikini, respectively. The sight of the two tall and very handsome men drove the women crazy.

"Yes! Yes!" screamed Courtney Cox, clapping her hands together in time with the beat.

Many other celebrities started dancing to the song as they watched Craig and Barney glide across the stage in perfect time with the music. Both men had once worked the seedy stripper clubs in Amsterdam and had been headliners at the world-renowned Lido de Paris cabaret located on the Avenue des Champs-Elysées. For several years they had honed their dancing skills in these disparate venues, bringing their original CFNM routines to admiring female crowds. Barney was by far the better dancer, but Craig possessed that inimitable quality of rough and boyish male charm that endeared him to women, so much so that many females well past their prime of life took to mothering him onstage, often fighting each other quite fiercely when it came time to masturbate him in front of the audience. But now, despite his native charm and Barney's adeptness, it was James who proceeded to take center stage.

The audience clapped and cheered as Natalie led James up onto the stage by his penis. The boy struggled to get free but Natalie was determined to make him pay for his indiscretion. She managed to get him within a few feet of Ashley and Mary Kate, who found the whole thing amusing.

"Hi James," Mary Kate said to the embarrassed boy. "Do you like being led around by your cock?"

"No!" he replied vehemently.

"Well then maybe you would like to join our dancers, Craig and Barney."

"I can't dance."

Natalie tugged him hard. "Don't lie you little shit. You know you can dance."

"Really?" Mary Kate said to James. "Well, go ahead and join the boys. I'm sure they won't mind."

James shook his head. "I don't want to dance."

"You either dance or I'll rip your fucking cock off!" Natalie said angrily. "You wanted to jerk off, now go ahead and do it!"

With that she pushed her stepbrother toward Craig and Barney, who encouraged the boy to come and join them.

"Come on man," Barney said, addressing the shamefaced lad. "Come on and join the party."

"Ashley," Craig said. "There are some extra bikinis in the tent. He can put one of them on."

"Sure," Ashley replied. "No problem."

"You heard him," Natalie said to James. "Go in there and put on that bikini and get out here fast." James hesitated, not sure if he should follow her advice or try to make a run for it. "I'll punch you right in the nuts if you don't move!" 

"Do as your sister tells you," Ashley advised him. "Come on. It's all in good fun."

James looked at the lovely twin suspiciously, but seeing his stepsister now tensing her fingers into a fist, he decided to do as he was told.

"Okay, okay," he said as he took a few steps toward the tent. "I'm going."

As he walked away Natalie grabbed Ashley's arm. "He's not a bad guy really. It's just that he has a bad habit of jerking off in front of my friends. He does it all the time. It's like a fucking disease."

Ashley gave Mary Kate a sideward glance before answering. "Well, maybe this will cure him of that problem."

"I don't see how. I'm just doing it to punish him."

"Do you think he'll be able to get an erection with his attitude?" Mary Kate asked Natalie.

"Oh, believe me, he'll get hard all right," Natalie assured her. "Even if I have to beat the shit out of him."
Mary Kate shrugged. "Ah, I don't think that's going to help him cum, Natalie. Why don't you leave it to Ashley and me."

"Fine. Just make sure he does it. I want everyone here to see what a pervert he really is."

Natalie hastily walked off the stage and rejoined her friends. Just as she left, James came onstage wearing a bright red bikini, which brought a few howls of laughter but mostly appreciation from the crowd. There was no denying that the young man looked quite sexy in the skimpy piece of material.

"How's it hanging, baby?" Christina Ricci screamed at him over the din of the crowd.

"Come over here, man," Barney said to James, reaching out his hand to the reluctant dancer. "Just you follow what Craig and I do and you're gonna be just fine."

At first James just stood there timidly while the two men danced around him. But seeing that Barney and Craig were in earnest, he took the black man's hand and began to follow both men's dance steps. Within a few minutes it appeared as if he were part of the show.

"Way to go bro!" Barney said, watching James successfully imitate his own complicated steps. "You're getting the hang of it!"

The three men now stood side-by-side center stage, shaking their hips in unison at the adoring crowd.

"You see," Craig said to James. "The women aren't laughing at you anymore."

"Yeah," Barney added. "You're like a regular James Brown!"

James was thrilled. Moments before he was reluctant to even attempt dancing with the two seasoned pros. But now he was flying around the stage as if he were truly part of the act. That he picked up the dance steps so quickly was not wasted on Natalie.

"I had no idea the fucking brat was that talented," she admitted to Claudia Schiffer, who was thoroughly enjoying the show.

"Well, now you know!" the beautiful blond exclaimed. " I think he's great!"

"You do?"

"Oh, come on, Natalie. He's sexy as hell. I'd do him myself."

The song was now nearing its end. Barney indicated to James that he was to pull down his bikini as soon as the song ended. James, now feeling energized and confident, was ready.

As the final chord of the song rang out, all three men quickly removed their bikinis and threw them out into the audience. The women went scrambling for the tiny pieces of cloth.

"Okay ladies," Ashley yelled into the microphone. "Whoever gets the bikinis has to come up here and dance with the strippers!"

After a brief scuffle that resulted in some people being hurled to the ground, three women emerged victorious: Brooke Shields, Jennifer Lopez and, to James' dismay, his stepsister Natalie.

"Shit!" the young man said to Craig and Barney. "Don't let my stepsister get her hands on me, guys. I think she's after my nuts."

Both men laughed.

"Don't worry about it," Barney said. "She ain't gonna do nothin' bad to you now. Everybody loves you."

"Exactly," Craig added, reassuringly. "Just shoot off a huge load for these babes and you'll have them eating out of your hand."

James didn't appear too convinced, but he felt much more secure now that Craig and Barney were at his side. He stood between the two men still facing the crowd, the first stirrings of lust starting to fulminate in his groin.

Mary Kate and Ashley welcomed the three celebrities onto the stage.

"Okay," Ashley said to the women. "Whoever got the color bikini the guy was wearing, gets the guy!"

Brooke had caught Barney's bikini, so she moved toward him holding her trophy high in the air. Jennifer had caught Craig's bikini, so she now waltzed over to where he was standing and put one arm around him. And that left Natalie.

James felt his heart skip a beat when his stepsister twirled his tiny red bikini on the end of her finger, looking as if she were going to kill him.

"Give me a break, Ashley," Natalie said with a sour expression. "If I knew this I wouldn't have bothered trying to get this stupid bikini."

"What's the problem, Natalie?" Ashley retorted. "All you have to do is dance with the guy. That's all."

Natalie thought about it for a moment. "Well, he did do a good job."

"He was fucking excellent!" Mary Kate reminded her. 

Natalie looked at her stepbrother as he stood nonchalantly next to the other two men. There could be no denying that his young and firm body was exquisitely sculpted and oddly alluring. Although she often openly derided him for his perverse ways, she could not help the fact that she secretly lusted after him. "You know," she said, "that little fucker doesn't look half bad. Okay, I'll dance with him."

As she approached James he almost expected her to fling his bikini at him. But she did no such thing. Much to his surprise, his stepsister threw her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek.

"You danced really good, you little fuck," she said to him.

James couldn't believe what he was hearing, but suddenly he was grinning from ear to ear. "Really?" he asked. "Do you mean it?"

"Yes, I mean it. Now shut up and start dancing."

"Maestro!" Ashley called out. "Let the music play!"

The orchestra started playing another old-time disco song performed originally by KC and the Sunshine Band called "Get Down Tonight". Within seconds the entire audience was grooving to the beat.

The three couples seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. Brooke's tall, slender body provided the perfect dancing partner for the 6' 2" Barney, who twirled her around the stage in a frenzy, her long blond mane trailing behind her. And Jennifer was equally happy to dance with Craig, every now and then slapping his ass in time to the beat. Even Natalie, who was initially reluctant to dance with James, now found herself absorbed in the music, allowing her stepbrother to lead in the dance. 

"You're much better than I thought," Natalie said to him as they danced energetically across the stage.

"You're quite a good dancer yourself," James replied.

By the time the song was nearly over, Natalie had come to a new realization about her stepbrother: she found that her latent feelings of desire for him were not some illusory will 'o the wisp imaginings, but stunningly real. As such, she began to relish every moment his muscular, sexy body made contact with hers, even finding herself purposely drawing him closer to her every chance she got. At first she was perplexed by her own behavior, but soon surrendered herself to her lust for him, at one point being so bold as to kiss him passionately on the mouth.

"What was that all about?" James asked, startled.

"Did you like it?" she asked, tightening her arms around him.

"You know I did."

They continued to dance for the remainder of the song in each other's arms, heedless of the other two couples, their hosts, and the animated crowd. The constant close contact with his stepsister got James terribly aroused and when the song finally ended he had to turn his back to the audience, embarrassed by his huge erection.

Natalie laughed. "No need to hide that, little brother. Look!"

She pointed to Barney and Craig, both of whom were sporting giant erections of their own. James took one look at the massive phalluses of the two men and felt intimidated, even with his own prodigious 10-inch tool. 

"Those guys make me look small," he complained, refusing to face the audience.

"Oh, for Christ's sake!" Natalie said dismissively. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Now turn around!"

Sensing his hesitation, Natalie quickly reached for his erect penis and pulled gently on it, forcing him to face toward the audience. "There you go," she said. "You should be proud of your big fucking dick."

By this time, Brooke and Jennifer were openly fondling Barney and Craig's genitals, inviting Natalie to do the same with James.

"Come on, Natalie," Brooke said. "Give the guy a hand!"

"Yeah, come on!" Jennifer teased her. "Don't you want to watch these guys cum?"

"I do!" Mary Kate shouted. "I want to see some major ropes!"

Ashley chuckled. "You always want to see major ropes! How about it Natalie?"

The crowd had started to voice their encouragement for the multiple handjobs that were now being given and they wanted to see Natalie do her part as well.

"Give us the cream! Give us the cream!" Brittany Murphy demanded.

Soon the entire audience had taken up the chant.

"Wank him! Wank him!" Joan Collins screamed through a drunken stupor.

"Jerk him off!" cried Gwyneth Paltrow, standing alarming close to center stage and within range of the dancer's cum-swollen balls.

Brooke and Jennifer had by now stroked Barney and Craig to full erection, smiling satisfactorily at the speed at which they had each accomplished their task.

"For your information, ladies," Ashley said addressing the crowd. "Both Barney and Craig's cocks are exactly twelve and three quarter inches long. But we don't know how long James' cock is. Can you tell us Natalie?"

Without having to think about it too long, she replied: "Ten inches!"

"Wow!" Ashley remarked. "Not as big as the other guys but still pretty damn big! And can he shoot his cum a long ways?"

"That's what we're going to find out, Ashley."

"Excellent! Well, we all know that Craig and Barney can shoot like about 20 feet or something like that so you ladies in the front better watch out. Do you hear me, Gwyneth?"

The sultry star was too far drunk to really care what Ashley was trying to tell her. She just continued to stand her ground, rocking to and fro with a gin and coke in her hand. "I want to see some cream!" she yelled, trying to be heard above the din of the crowd.

"Oh, what the hell!" Natalie finally said, reaching for James' prick. "I hope you have a lot of cum stored up in those balls of yours!"

James was delighted when he felt his stepsister's hand on his cock. He hadn't had an opportunity to ejaculate in over four days and he was eager to shoot his load. He would never have imagined that it would be Natalie who would be doing the stroking.

"Just don't get any of your spunk on me," she warned him as she began to jerk his penis.

"I'll try not to," he said, dreamily, as he watched her long, lithe fingers gracefully, yet forcefully, traverse the entire length of his turgid prick in fluid-like motions.

"I can't believe I'm doing this—with my stepbrother of all people!"

Her stroking became more insistent with this admission.

"You're so beautiful," he said to her, meaning every word.

Natalie couldn't help but smile at him, knowing he was sincere. "Then I want you to prove how much you mean that by shooting out the biggest load of cum you ever produced. Can you do that for me?"

"I promise I'll do my best," he replied, his balls now climbing up high into his scrotum.

Mary Kate looked a trifle dejected as she watched Natalie masturbate her stepbrother. She had a little crush on the young man and was hoping to get her hands on his hefty cock. "Hey, Ash. I thought we were going to do the honors with Mr. Portman."

"I thought so too, but Natalie seems to be enjoying herself."

"I guess so. Well, it is kind of kinky being jerked off by your stepsister."

"They're not related by blood, Mary Kate."

"Yeah, I know. But it's still kind of kinky."

The twins looked on with immense satisfaction as Brooke, Jennifer and Natalie had now brought their men to the brink of orgasm.

"I guarantee Barney shoots off first," Mary Kate said as she watched the big black man throw his head back and howl.

Ashley laughed. "It's no wonder. Look at how fast Brooke's hands are moving. He's going to cream any second now."

And sure enough, a few seconds later Barney's big tool spurted out rope after rope of hot sperm into the audience. But before anyone had a chance to react to his copious multiple offerings, Craig started ejaculating too—huge streams of semen cascading beyond the footlights of the stage like a churning waterfall. 

Jennifer was completely taken by surprise because Craig had given no warning that he was about to cum. Despite this, she continued to stroke him violently, provoking a series of wild climaxes that shot out in the crowd to meet with Barney's own plentiful ejaculations. For a few moments, the crowd, the twins, and even the other performers watched in awe as the long, creamy ropes of spunk flew everywhere at dizzying speed, resembling an errant fireworks display. This went on for about 30 seconds and only when it finally stopped did the spectators respond with a tremendous ovation.

"Shit!" James exclaimed. "I'll never be able to do that!"

"Oh, yes you will!" Natalie replied, sensing he was on the verge of orgasm.

The crowd, still overcome with excitement from watching Craig and Barney's spectacular dual orgasms, now turned their attention to James.

"Natalie! Natalie!" they shouted over and over again. 

"Yes!" Natalie cried. "Give the women what they want baby!"

As she pulled down on his cock, the purple head strained to its fullest capacity and James felt the sperm rush up his shaft, demanding exit from the tiny slit atop his prick. 

"Oh, God!" he screamed. "I'm coming!"

His dick exploded like a geyser, sending a giant wad of cum high up into the air.

"Oh, that's nice!" Mary Kate remarked with a broad smile as she saw the sperm fly twenty feet into the air above the heads of the surprised audience.

"Give us all you got, baby!" Halle Berry screamed from the chair she was standing on, well out of harm's way.

James was oblivious to her and everyone else as his body was wracked by a series of convulsions. One after the other, the ropes of sperm shot out of his cock in a never-ending stream, much to the amazement of Natalie and the twins, who had no idea of what the boy was capable of.

"This is great!" Ashley said into the microphone for all to hear. "Don't you just love this, girls?"

Natalie's hand kept stroking James' cock, feverishly, relentlessly, determined to make his orgasm as impressive as those of Barney and Craig. And as if in obedience to her will, James kept spurting out the huge gooey loads. The celebrities cheered him on to even greater heights as his orgasm continued unabated. It was getting to the point where he was ejaculating more sperm than Barney and Craig together. The women shouted their encouragement over and over again, their cries of wonder and delight reaching a feverish pitch with each fresh, new cumshot.

"I don't fucking believe this!" Mary Kate remarked, unable to make sense of the incredible amounts of cum being launched into the crowd. "I think we have another King Matumba on our hands!"

"Our great white hope!" Ashley laughed, her eyes following every creamy ejaculation with delight.

A full minute had just elapsed and James was still firing his salty white spunk into the air. Natalie couldn't believe what was happening; yet she never let up her assault on James' prick. Her hand was now completely covered in her stepbrother's hot sauce, but this did more to encourage than dissuade her from continuing. At last, following a giant multiple blast of cream that ended up soaking the area directly in front of him, James heaved a great sigh and fell to the floor exhausted.




Celebrity Jerk-A-Thon Ch. 03



"That was fucking great, brother," Natalie said patting him on the back. "I didn't know you had it in you."

"Neither did I," the boy replied breathing heavily.

The audience's reaction to James' spectacular display was overwhelming. With the possible exception of King Matumba, he had been the best performer so far, and had proven himself to be a force to be reckoned with. From that moment on, Natalie never treated him with even the slightest hint of disparagement. He had become an overnight sensation.

"James Portman everybody!" Ashley yelled into the microphone. "Thank you Natalie. You guys were great!"

Natalie and James waved to the ecstatic audience; both overcome by the wonderful reception they were receiving. 

"Take James into the house and let him lie down," Mary Kate said to Natalie. "The poor guy looks exhausted."

"Thanks Mary Kate," James said, struggling to maintain his balance. "I could use some rest."

"I'll be back in a few minutes," Natalie told the twin.

She then thanked Mary Kate and helped her stepbrother off the stage.

In no time flat the cleanup crew was once again mopping up the puddles of sperm that decorated the front area of the stage and the dozen or so feet in front of the proscenium. During this time several members of the orchestra left their seats and moved to their new positions just in front of the conductor's podium, where a set of drums, synthesizers, guitars, and amplifiers had been previously set up for just this occasion. The women gawked and made catcalls at the nude men, teasing them without mercy. 

"Okay!" Ashley yelled, trying to get the crowd's attention. "We have a special treat for you now, ladies! Here she is, singing her No. 1 song 'Toxic'—Britney Spears!"

From the rear of the audience a pretty blond girl came strutting down the aisle toward the stage just as the music started to play. It was indeed Britney, followed by four more pretty girls—her backup singers. As they weaved their way through the crowd toward the stage, Britney and her companions started singing into the tiny microphones they each wore around their heads as headsets. The lyrics of "Toxic" filled the air and the crowd immediately started singing along.

Standing outside the tent were the performers, all of them dancing in time with the rhythm. Even Olga looked excited as Britney and her four singers walked onto the stage and broke into their dance routine. But it was Tom Murphy who was most captivated by the sultry blond entertainer. He stood as close as possible to the singers, not once taking his eyes off the star. 

"She's fantastic!" he said to Joey. "What a voice!"

"It ain't her voice that attracts me, mate," Joey replied, staring straight at her ass.

Britney had chosen to perform in nothing more than a pink teddy—a very revealing piece of lingerie that left nothing to the imagination. The other singers wore a variation on the same theme, only white.

"I'd love to have my face buried underneath that tight fuckin' arse of hers," Joey continued, fondling his gargantuan nuts. "And her suckin' on my prick like her life depended on it."

Tom didn't bother to look at Joey or pay much attention to what he way saying. He was too enraptured by the presence of the beautiful Britney, and nothing was going to spoil his enjoyment of watching her perform; not even the vulgar comments of the little man.

As he became more and more engrossed by the singing star's performance, Tom found himself copying some of the exact same moves that Britney's backup singers were performing. The truth was that Tom was a very good dancer, but he had always hesitated to show this side of himself to the world. Now, however, he found himself not caring what anyone might think of his dancing abilities. After all, he was standing in front of everyone completely nude, so what did it matter what anyone might think? And this was, after all, Britney herself, in the flesh, and dancing almost completely nude herself!

To his and everyone's surprise, Tom suddenly, yet discreetly, moved his body into position between the two middle singers, acting as if he was indeed part of the act. The girls looked at him askance at first, but then, seeing how graceful a dancer he was, treated him as if he were one of them. Britney, seeing the reaction of the crowd to Tom's intrusion, was at first a trifle annoyed, but quickly realized that the handsome, muscular man dancing energetically behind her seemed to add, rather than diminish, the quality of her routine. She gave him a big smile and Tom felt on top of the world.

Ashley and Mary Kate, and all the other performers, cheered the good-natured teacher on while the audience chanted the lyrics to the song.

"Well, now he can't complain that he doesn't have a routine," Mary Kate said to Ashley. Suddenly her eyes opened wide. "Oh, wow! Look at that!"

But Ashley didn't have to look. Her eyes had never left the tall, graceful form of Tom Murphy. But now, something else was going on. Britney had taken Tom by the hand and was now rubbing her semi-nude body up against his cock, which had suddenly become erect. Upon seeing his huge prick jutting out before him, Britney whispered something into his ear and he shook his head as if in agreement.

"I wonder what that slut is up to," Ashley said to Mary Kate.

"If I know Britney," Mary Kate replied, "she's going to force him to beat his meat."

"Lovely," Ashley snickered. "Do you really think he'll go through with it?"

"Yup. Can't let a good erection go to waste. Especially not with Britney."

Mary Kate had a sixth sense when it came to predicting the moment of a man's ejaculation. But she also was a very good interpreter of people's actions. Britney was a dominant woman, used to getting her own way. And when she harbored a desire, she was compelled to fulfill that desire by any means possible, even manipulating others to do her bidding—and if the "other" happened to be a male, so much the better. Mary Kate knew the singing star's predilection for kinky behavior, especially when the kinky behavior was suggested by her and performed by someone else. It was a huge turn on for Britney—a egocentric thrill at having control over others. It made her feel like a goddess. And now, before the entire assemblage of celebrities, she was going to make Tom do something wicked, something he could never have imaged himself doing for anyone else, and she would have everyone worshipping at her feet—just as she expected.

With the music now at a frenetic pitch, and the band playing at a deafening volume, Britney and the other singers guided Tom to the center of the stage and told him to start jerking his cock, which he did unhesitatingly. As the girls sang the words "toxic" over and over again, Tom responded by tugging on his huge prick to the delight of Britney and the entire audience. For his part, Tom was completely under the star's control, anxious to please her in any way possible. He felt elation at the thought that his beloved Britney thought highly enough of him to make him part of her act, and he was determined not to disappoint her.

The girls began touching his body all over as he continued to masturbate himself with wild abandon in front of the huge crowd of jeering women. Britney herself never touched him once, she only looked on with amusement as Tom brought himself closer and closer to orgasm. She suddenly brought one of her tits close to his mouth, taunting him.

"She's such a fucking tease!" Mary Kate spat. "A real fucking bitch!"

"I hope she gets a mouthful of cum," Ashley replied with disdain.

"Now that would be great! But I don't think that's going to happen."

"Too bad. Imagine having that on videotape?"

The sisters shared a laugh and then stopped abruptly when it was apparent that Tom was going to shoot his load.

"Here it comes!" Mary Kate squealed into the microphone

The music suddenly came to a stop as Tom's prick twitched and then started to erupt giant ropes of creamy sperm high up into the air.

Britney and the girls stepped back a few feet to witness Tom's ejaculation, laughing at each successive and voluminous spurt as it sailed into the air in front of them. 

Tom's fist was pumping wildly up and down on his swollen shaft, trying to coax out as much sperm as possible. With each spurt, he was greeted by wild applause.

"Shoot it out baby!" said a voice from far back in the crowd.

And shoot he did. Long, thick ropes of spunk were fired off in quick succession as the floor in front of him became saturated with his cum. Britney stood motionless only a few feet away from him, but the exhilaration of forcing yet another man to bend to her will was written all over her face. With every long jet of sperm ejected came the thrill of knowing that she was the one in control; the one who held the power.

Tom continued to ejaculate as the women cheered him on. Toward the end he turned his head to observe Britney laughing wildly, as if she had caught him masturbating for the first time. The humiliating way in which she pointed at his cock, with the intent of making him feel ashamed, actually served to excite him even more. And in so doing, he finished off with a series of multiple shots of cum, in homage to the will of his goddess. 

By the time he had finished ejaculating, he couldn't perform another dance move and had to retreat toward the tent to the accompaniment of wild applause. Britney then launched into several other numbers finishing with "My Prerogative," having been joined onstage by Madonna and Beyonce. The three divas sang their hearts out and were rewarded by a thunderous round of applause at the conclusion of the performance. The stars then took their bows and waltzed off the stage with the backup singers following close behind. 

"Thank you Britney, Madonna, and Beyonce," Ashley said into the microphone. "That was great!" Once the applause had subsided, she continued. "Our next performer really needs no introduction. Most of you have seen his show at the La Fontaine. And if you haven't, then you're in luck, because he's here today to entertain you. The man who has given new meaning to the phrase, 'multiple ejaculations," here he is, Mr. Anthony Riddle!"

As soon as Ashley's introduction ended the orchestra began playing Anthony's signature song, the "James Bond Theme". And just as abruptly, Anthony himself came running onto the stage dressed in a black tuxedo and holding a huge water pistol in his hands. He immediately set about taking aim at the celebrities in the front row and began squirting them indiscriminately. The first few women got completely drenched with water but they appeared to be enjoying the refreshing coolness of the liquid. At one point Anthony turned his back on the crowd only to reveal a big hole in his suit, showcasing his tight buttocks to all the women. They responded with a thunderous round of applause.

He was an excellent dancer and had lost nothing of his innate abilities during his short tenure away from the stage. Craig and Barney jealously watched him glide effortlessly from one side of the stage to another, performing intricate dance moves that made their routine seem dull by comparison. This was no average run of the mill male stripper—he was a professionally trained dancer and he was no less than exceptional.

Suddenly appearing in the front row was Drew Barrymore, looking as sensational as ever. She shouted words of encouragement to her boyfriend, delighting in every move he made.

"Go, baby!" she screamed at him while lowering her blouse to reveal her huge succulent tits. 

The women in the front row followed suit, each one of them teasing Anthony in the same fashion. Anthony responded by removing bits of clothing one piece at a time until he stood before them completely nude, with the exception of his black bowtie, which remained fastened around his neck.

"God, he looks so good I could eat him!" Christina Ricci shouted into Drew's ear.

Drew laughed at her remark but said nothing. She was too enraptured with Anthony's sexually captivating dance to pay much attention to anything else.

Now the music segued into an instrumental dance number that got everyone hopping. Already fully erect, Anthony positioned himself front and center as he began to masturbate himself. His extra long tool stuck out from his body at a 45-degree angle, and while her jerked himself off, he continued to sway his body back and forth in time with the music. With the constant goading of the women, it wasn't long before he began to ejaculate.

There was a collective gasp then a sudden burst of applause as the women were treated to not one, but a half dozen of creamy spurts of sperm firing off in quick succession. The cum landed about ten feet in front of him, with only a few missiles splashing into the barrier that formed the outside ridge of the stage. But it wasn't a matter of how far he could shoot; it was the stop and go series of multiple cum blasts that held the audience spellbound.

Within seconds, several thick ropes of sperm were again launched into the air and once more everyone reacted with surprise and delight. And so it went on for about a full minute until at last Anthony's potent tool and its prodigious offerings were utterly spent. In front of him was a giant puddle of cum, and as he bowed to the cheers and applause of the women, the Olsen's steadfast and efficient crew came onstage to clean up the mess.

"Wasn't he just great?" Drew said to Kelly as she continued to clap her hands when everyone else had stopped.

Kelly looked amused. "The lawyer who moonlights as a stripper! You've got to love that!"

Anthony retired into the tent and on the way in he bumped into Johnny, looking every bit as confident as Anthony himself and eager to go on stage. The stripper sized the younger man up and laughed under his breath. "Three nuts!" he sneered. "You better have some damn good routine boy or those broads will eat you up alive!"

"I can take care of myself," Johnny replied sternly. "And don't call me 'boy'."

Anthony looked at the young man as if he wanted to slap him, but instead swore under his breath and walked toward the rear of the tent to retrieve his clothes.

Joey happened to be standing nearest to Johnny when this brief altercation took place, and he patted Johnny on the back vigorously. "I don't know what his problem is lad, but I think it might be called 'jealousy'. Don't let it bother you."

"I never did anything to him," Johnny replied.

"Sometimes people hate for reasons they don't even understand themselves. And sometimes people hate for no reason at all. You just go out there and do your thing and I promise you the ladies will love you."

Johnny bestowed upon Johnny one of his rare smiles. "Thanks, Joey. I appreciate that."

The stage was now once more free of any traces of Anthony's sperm. Once again, Ashley spoke to the crowd. "This next guy you're going to meet is one of Teri Hatcher's boys. His name is Johnny "ET" Adams, and he has a very special physical mutation that allows him to produce enormous amounts of cum for sustained periods of time. Or so he claims."

"What does "ET" stand for?" Mariel Hemingway asked. "Extraterrestrial?" 

"Nope," Ashley replied. "But you're close."

A few other women attempted to guess what the initials meant, but none succeeded. Finally, the crowd demanded that Ashley tell them her secret.

Chuckling a little to herself as she moved the microphone closer to her mouth she announced loudly, "extra testicle!"

There was a moment of stunned silence and then the entire audience burst out laughing. 

"No way!" Sarah Michelle Gellar shouted. "No fucking way!"

"It's a joke!" one of the lesser luminaries kept repeating. "A bloody joke!"

This was followed by dozens of disparaging remarks that went on for several minutes. At last, after much pleading, Ashley finally got the crowd to simmer down.

"You can't tell us that this guy actually has three balls!" Jessica Alba said to Ashley. 

Moving in toward the microphone, Mary Kate replied to the question. "Yes, Jessica, he does."

"Well then, show us!" demanded Alyssa. "Bring him out!"

The crowd then began screaming unanimously that Johnny come onto the stage.

Even before Ashley could introduce the young man, Johnny appeared on the platform dressed in nothing but a black thong. His fair skin, and thin, though muscular, frame looked very much like it had stepped off the pedestal belonging to some Renaissance sculptor. His long, blond hair and handsome face immediately won him supporters, although most of the women were anxious to see if his claims were true.

The crowd teased him mercilessly for several minutes until Ashley took things in hand yet again.

"Okay," she said, calling for attention. "You wanted proof. Here it is." She turned to Johnny. "If you don't mind..."

On her command, Johnny removed his thong. 

If the audience were expecting to see something aberrant about Johnny's genitals they were soon disappointed. As he stood there completely naked, it appeared that his cock was really nothing much to brag about. It looked perfectly normal in its flaccid state. His balls, too, looked completely normal. No sign of a third testicle anywhere. Moans of disenchantment filled the air.

"Oh, come on Ashley," Kelly Ripa complained. "What's the deal here? This guy doesn't have a third nut!"

Both Ashley and Mary Kate, like the crowd, had been expecting to see visible evidence of Johnny's mutation. They looked at each other in wonderment, feeling betrayed.

"Where is it?" Ashley said to Johnny. "Where is this extra testicle?"

"He doesn't have a third testicle!" Joan Collins shouted to the crowd. "It's all a bunch of bullshit! Ashley and Mary Kate are putting us on!"

Seeing that the women were getting more irritated by the minute, Ashley grabbed Johnny by the arm and pulled him to her. "Do you really have a third nut? Yes or no?"

"Yes," he replied. 

"Then show them!"

"I can't..." 

Suddenly, Johnny pulled the microphone from Ashley's hands. "What are you doing?" she asked, startled.

"Ladies," he began, speaking to the crowd. "I really do have three testicles. I know it doesn't look that way, but I do. The problem is that the third one rests behind the two in front. It's a little smaller than the other two and sits further up into my body, but it's there, I promise you."

He made this statement with utter sincerity, but the women wanted proof.

"You say you can shoot sperm like for what...hours on end?" asked Beyonce in a derisive tone.

"Not hours," he replied. "But for a good five minutes straight."

Beyonce guffawed. "Not even King Matumba can do that!"

"No human being can do it, except for me," he stated proudly.

Drew thought this was absurd. "You're telling us that you can do better than Anthony?" 

"Yes, a lot better."

"Then why don't you go ahead and show us? Go ahead. Do it right now."

"I intend to," Johnny replied, handing the microphone back to Ashley. He then turned to Barney and Craig. "Hey guys, would you mind bringing out that big plastic container? I'm going to need it."

"You mean the one on wheels?" Barney asked. "The clear one with the flip-off lid?"

"That's it."

Anthony Riddle laughed aloud. "So that's what that thing is for Mr. ET? To catch your juice, man?" 

"That's right," Johnny replied.

"You need a fucking thimble, not a container," Anthony said contemptuously. "That thing holds a maximum of one gallon. It says so right on it."

"I know that."

"And I suppose you think you're going to fill it up?"

"Yes, I am."

Anthony sneered. "Fuck you, kid. The only thing that so-called extra testicle has given you is an oversized fucking ego!"

Johnny was going to say something in reply but thought the better of it and turned his back on the disgruntled lawyer.




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"Hey!" Barney said, addressing Anthony in an unfriendly tone. "You had your chance, right? Now give the kid his shot."

Seeing that the powerful black man was serious, Anthony backed down and from then on said nothing further to Johnny.

With respect to Johnny's wishes, Craig and Barney disappeared into the tent and moments later came out pushing a giant, plastic container to the center of the stage. It looked similar to a three-tiered filing cabinet more than anything else, with the exception that it was made of clear fiberglass and could be tilted either forward or backward to an angle of 45 degrees. At Johnny's request, Barney removed the clear plastic lid and placed it aside while Craig angled the container toward the boy.

"Thanks guys," Johnny said. "That's fine."

"What the fuck are you gonna do with that thing?" Halle Berry asked Johnny. 

"I'm going to fill it up with cum," he stated in a matter of fact tone.

The audience exploded with laughter.

"I ain't never heard of anything so stupid in my entire life!" Beyonce groaned. "Joan was right everybody. This is all bullshit!"

At this point Mary Kate interceded. "Oh shut the fuck up would you please? At least give the guy a chance!"

"Now you watch your mouth little girl!" Beyonce snapped. "If you two are lyin' about this guy, we're gonna report you both to your chapter leader!"

Ashley, realizing that alcohol played more of a part in Beyonce's behavior than anything else, responded diplomatically. "Fine, Beyonce. You do that. But let's give Johnny a chance, okay?"

Beyonce couldn't argue with that since she was just as anxious to see if the young man could indeed live up to his claim. "Okay, okay," she replied, making mocking faces at the young man.

Johnny, meanwhile, had been stroking his cock during this exchange of words; heedless of anything except the growing feeling in his loins that told him he was going to have an ejaculation of seismic proportions. How he knew this he could not explain; he just felt it happening inside him, much like a person knows if he or she is going to sneeze—you can't control or stop it, it just happens. Already, with only one minute having past since he began stroking his cock, he was at full extension, his balls rising high up into this body. He knew that his third testicle was the true protagonist in the production about to unfold. And as much as he wanted to startle the women with his prodigious display of multiple cumshots, he wanted even more to make Anthony Riddle eat his own words.

"Are you watching this?" Mary Kate asked Ashley.

It was a rhetorical question and Ashley didn't even bother to respond. Like Mary Kate, her eyes were glued to Johnny's persistently moving right hand, now glazed over with a thin, clear patina of pre-cum.

"Do you really think you're going to fill that thing up?" Brittany Murphy asked Johnny from her place in the front row.

"Watch and see," was all the masturbator could respond.

"Are you guys getting all this?" Mary Kate asked the video crew.

"Yes, Ms. Olsen," one of the camerawomen replied with anticipation in her voice. "Every bit."

A strange silence fell over the crowd, as if they were afraid to speak lest they interrupt the concentration of the young man. Johnny tugged away completely unaffected by the hundreds of peering eyes watching intently as every motion of his right hand brought him closer to orgasm. Mary Kate and Ashley purposely positioned themselves on either side of the handsome boy, not wanting to miss what they hoped would be—if Johnny were to be believed—an astounding series of electrifying multiple climaxes. In fact, all the performers now moved closer to Johnny, surrounding him on all sides, curious to see what the supposed boy wonder could do. Everyone that is except Anthony.

The former headliner at the La Fontaine didn't venture far from the tent, watching the proceedings with an envious eye. He wanted desperately to believe in his own fiction, that Johnny was indeed a fraud. Why he disliked the boy had a lot to do with Johnny's cocky attitude more than anything else. But it also had to do with the fact that he had always prided himself on being the only man who could produce the stunning series of multiple climaxes that had made him famous. Now that reputation was being challenged by some young upstart, a nobody who had been elevated by sheer luck to the position of Teri Hatcher's boy servant. His macho sensibilities made him feel disgust at the thought that this damn kid could possibly outdo even his own remarkable achievements. And the fact that he was a Sisterhood lackey made him dislike the boy even more. Part of him wanted to grab the kid by the ears and throw him bodily into the crowd. But another part of him wanted to see him fail, to see "ET" become a laughingstock in front of an entire audience of jeering celebrities, delighting in the fact that they had been right about him after all.
"You're going to cum soon, Johnny, aren't you?" Mary Kate asked the boy as she leaned closer to him, grabbing his right ass check in her left hand. "I can always tell when a guy is ready to cream."

"Yes," he stammered. "I'm going to...blow my fucking load...real soon!"

The boy was breathing so hard by this time that he could barely speak.

Unexpectedly, Ashley grabbed Johnny's balls and squeezed them hard. He gave a jolt, and relishing in the sublime pleasure her delicate, manicured hand was giving him, relaxed and let her fondle his straining ball sack, full to the bursting point with sperm that needed to be released. "Point that big stick of yours into the container," she ordered him. "Mary Kate and I want to watch you fill it up to the brim."

With the audience cheering him on in front of him, and his fellow performers encouraging him from behind, Johnny stroked his cock like a wild man, the huge amount of pre-cum looking as if he had already ejaculated dozens of times. Mary Kate gave Ashley a broad grin, which meant that Johnny's orgasm was imminent.

"Fill it up!" the crowd roared. "Fill it up!"

Johnny braced himself against the twins, who were now pushed up against him, forming a bodily vise like two human bookends aiming to keep him standing upright. Moving his legs further apart to balance himself, he delivered the final strokes to his agitated penis, the expanding purple head filling with seed ready to be launched.

To the unending cacophony of raised and incessant voices all demanding the relinquishment of his hot sticky semen, the young man started to ejaculate.

"Holy fuck!" Johnny screamed, his body tensing for the release of his semen. "I'm fucking coming!"

As soon as he said this, Mary Kate pulled his hand away and took over stroking his cock herself. Johnny was caught by surprise but he no longer had any control over his penis. The sperm was inexorably on its way out regardless of whose hand was doing the pulling. The fact that it was Mary Kate's hand made it all the more pleasurable. His entire body froze in place as the lovely twin's hand traveled up and down his cock at lighting speed. She gave one last look at Ashley before devoting her entire attention to masturbating Johnny. Both sisters were grinning ear to ear.

The first jet of white cream hit the far side of the container with tremendous speed, splashing into the clear plastic at such great velocity that the sperm dissembled into irregular droplets that ricocheted off the four walls of the container. Some of the milky fluid actually flew beyond the rim of the container but most of it remained within it.

"Keep it pointed down!" Mary Kate instructed, as her hand worked his dick in feverish, insistent motions. "I want to see lots of fucking ropes, Johnny!"

As her jerking fist moved up to his glans, Johnny delivered a remarkable series of cumshots. At the sight of it everyone went berserk. Long, stringy ropes of cum were fired off in unbelievably quick succession, as if someone had turned on a hose. Mary Kate, astonished at the incredible amounts of cum being sent into the container, started to tug on Johnny's huge prick even harder, hoping to provoke as much sperm from his balls as possible.

"Keep shooting, baby!" she said. "Keep those ropes coming!"

"It's that third nut!" Ashley exclaimed, as she continued playing with Johnny's swollen scrotum. "I can feel it now!"

Just then a huge wad of spunk flew into the container, a load almost as big as the first had been. Johnny's hips were rocking back and forth in time with Mary Kate's persistent handjob, serving up rope after rope of hot sticky spunk brought forth by the girl's assiduous tugging.

"That's it!" Mary Kate cooed softly in his ear. "Make my hands all sticky with your creamy cum!"

Ashley watched in utter fascination as her sister's hands plied Johnny's tool with unceasing attention, utilizing all her manipulative skills to make his penis surrender every single drop of sperm imaginable. It appeared to her that Johnny, now sweating profusely and in a semi-euphoric state, had been telling the truth after all. She could actually feel the restless sperm inside his huge scrotum moving up through the steel-hard shaft with a singular purpose, all made possible by the abnormality that most men would have died to possess and probably what Anthony Riddle, had he been honest enough to admit it, secretly coveted.

"I love sperm," Mary Kate suddenly blurted out as she watched a dozen sticky missiles sail into the container one after the other. Her statement made everyone laugh. 

Ashley laughed too, but for another reason. She noticed that the container was just reaching half full, and she could not reconcile that such a thing was possible with what her eyes were showing her. The sheer impossibility of a man filling a one-gallon container with sperm was incomprehensible—not to mention scientifically impossible. Yet Johnny's prick continued to shoot wad after wad of semen into it. That was one half gallon already!

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Joan Collins hollered as she pushed her way to the proscenium. "Is this fucking bloke for real?"

"What do you think?" Mary Kate answered her, not breaking her stride.

Queen Latifah, who was also hugging the front of the stage, stood absolutely dazed as she watched the continual barrage of hot sperm fly into the container without pause. "Fuck me!" she declared. "And fuck me again!"

Joey Balls, who, along with the other dwarfs had to stand on the outer flanks of the group, thus affording them a less satisfying position from which to watch the spectacle, was mesmerized by the vast amounts of spunk that Johnny was delivering into the murky basin.

"The only other time I've ever seen such a thing," he said to Boris, "was when we were all on the EJAX drug. But even then, no one ever gave up that much of his stuff. This is beyond my comprehension."

"I'll tell you one thing, Joey," Boris replied. "If Mary Kate or Ashley were giving me a handjob, I think I might come like that too!"

"You would not!" Vladimir snapped. "Oh, sure you can cum quite a bit, but not like that and you know it. That boy is a freak."

Pavel, the quietist one of the bunch, felt it necessary to voice his opinion. "I've seen Boris shoot big, big loads," he said to Vladamir. "Okay, maybe not as big as Johnny's, but very big. Bigger than yours!"

Vladamir shrugged his shoulders in disgust. "What do you know anyway you little tumbler of Vodka?"

"Will you two shut up?" Boris demanded. "You are both being disrespectful!"

From her vantage point several feet away Olga caught wind of the dwarfs' conversation and gave them all a harsh look. That was all she had to do. All of them, including Joey, dropped the conversation then and there.

The container was now three quarters' full, which meant that three quarts of sperm had so far been deposited, and Johnny was still ejaculating. Both Mary Kate and Ashley's hands were saturated with spunk, but neither sister removed her hand from Johnny's cock or balls, determined to milk him for every last drop of his vital juices. A good deal of the boy's cum had found its way into the container but the stringy aftermath of each eruption of sperm fell from the tip of his penis like water over a waterfall, coating Mary Kate's busily working fingers with cascading rivulets of man cream that she used to further lubricate the constantly ejaculating prick. Ashley helped her sister along by periodically playing with Johnny's balls, digging her fingers hard into his sac to stimulate the third testicle with the intention of generating a greater volume of sperm.

"Ropes! Ropes! Ropes!" Mary Kate sang as a dozen creamy loads, provoked by her masterly efforts, shot into the container at top speed.

"You're going to drain this guy dry!" Ashley squealed, as she jostled his balls back and forth in her hand.

"That's the idea!" she replied, laughing as she watched a long, sticky wad of semen shoot high up into the air, missing the container completely.

"Oops!" Ashley cried. "Pay attention Mary Kate!"

As the spectators watched in disbelief, Johnny's cock continued to fire off ropes of hot spunk under the control of the beautiful sisters. Johnny looked like he was going to pass out from all the sperm he was surrendering to Mary Kate's merciless handjob. Yet, to see her lovely face only inches from his prick, while teasing him with the most outrageous litanies of filth, he really had no chance at all of holding onto even the tiniest amount of spunk. But he really didn't care. All he wanted to do was to give her everything she demanded of him. Nothing else mattered.

The container was now almost brimming over with sperm—a full gallon of white, viscous fluid sloshing around like heavy cream in a bottle. Many of the orchestra members left their seats to witness the unusual event, some even fighting to get to stand in front of the celebrities themselves. After another dozen or so rounds of cum had been sent into the container, Johnny's prick finally shut down. Ashley stared down into the container in disbelief, as did everyone else. No one could believe what he or she were seeing.

"Jesus Christ!" Madonna exclaimed, wincing at the salty brew. "There's a ton of jizz in there."

"Try a full gallon," Ashley replied. "Enough sperm to populate the fucking universe!"

All at once people began clapping. And suddenly there arose a deafening roar of appreciation from the incredulous audience, none of whom had ever experienced such a thing.

"Now I know why Teri wants you around!" Mary Kate said to the exhausted Johnny. "But consider yourself on loan, okay?"

"Definitely!" Ashley said enthusiastically. "That was amazing!"

Johnny smiled weakly and fell back into the waiting arms of Barney and Craig. "I need to rest for a while. I'm fucking wiped out."

"I'd say you'd need about a week's rest after that performance brother!" Barney joked.

"Let's get our boy back into the tent, Barney," Craig said, helping to prop up Johnny who could now barely walk straight.

The twins looked down into the container and shook their heads in disbelief. Many of the women in the first few rows stared at the container too, just as stunned by what they were seeing. 

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes," said Angelina Jolie, "I would never have believed it."

"Neither would I," commented Janet Jackson, who seemed revolted at the sight of the obscene gallon of testicular fluid sitting only a few feet from her face. "It's so nasty looking."

"No, it's not, Janet," Mary Kate replied, both her hands covered with sperm. I think it's very sexy."

"Sexy?" Janet asked. "You think this cum is sexy sitting there like that in that container?"

"Knowing that these hands of mine helped put it there, yeah, I do."

"Look at your hands," Ashley said to Mary Kate. "They're dripping with cum."

"And so are yours," Mary Kate replied as she lifted her hands up in front of her, the strands of sticky spunk clinging to her fingers, refusing to be dislodged. She rubbed her hands together vigorously in order to give the sperm even more plasticity, and then intertwined her fingers, forcing the semen to escape between them, creating small grayish-white tendrils as she pulled her hands apart.

"You are so talented, Mary Kate," Ashley said, watching her sister play with the sticky mass. "Now what are we going to do with this load?"

Mary Kate peered over the rim of the container. "How about this?" 

To everyone's surprise, she reached her hand down into the creamy solution and withdrew it quickly, flinging huge globs of spunk into the audience. The women in the front row dodged quickly to avoid getting themselves covered in the vile goop. Mary Kate laughed hysterically.

"What are you afraid of?" she yelled at them. "It's only cum! Here, have some more!"

She again reached down into the container and came up with another huge handful of the messy spunk, and once more sent another stringy mass of sperm flying into the crowd. "It's raining cum, hallelujah!" she sang, as the celebrities fought to avoid getting splashed. She did this several more times until finally inviting Ashley to join in the fun. "Come on, high five me!"

The slimy paste that clung to Ashley's hands and arms made sharp contact with Mary Kate's similarly covered limbs, making a loud smack that sent droplets of sperm flying outward in a 360-degree radius. They did this several times until much of the semen had come off their arms and hands and was now forming a small puddle on the stage floor. Together the twins made short work of the sperm they had collected, each rubbing their hands together until Johnny's semen became a gelatinous mass that they began to play with, acting like little girls who had just discovered the joy of play dough. 

"Watch this!" Mary Kate laughed as she and Ashley brought their cum-soaked hands together in mid air and then quickly released them, causing the sperm to cling to their fingers, forming a slimy spider web.

"Oh, my God, you two are so nasty!" squealed Queen Latifah. "Playin' with cum like that!"

Joey Balls watched the two girls with bewilderment, yet he found their antics strangely exciting. "Blimey!" he exclaimed to Craig. "I ain't never seen two girls love cum as much as them two."

"If they keep it up, I think I'm going to wind up with a hard-on!" Craig replied.

"I know what you mean, mate. Seeing them two lovely young women playin' with a bloke's spunk like that makes me want to shoot another load!"

A few minutes later, after the twins had entertained themselves and an astonished crowd, they had Maria wash their hands with the garden hose and then towel them dry.

Crew!" Mary Kate hollered to two women standing not far off. "Dump that cum down the toilet. And be careful. I don't want you spilling any of it on my carpet!"

The two women dutifully obeyed Mary Kate's orders and placed the lid back on the now full container and carried it, and its creamy contents, into the house.

"This is one for the medical books!" Tom Murphy said to Ashley. "A gallon of cum from one guy. Fucking astounding! And I liked your cum play too. Very hot."

Ashley gave him a warm smile and turned to look down at the spot where only a few minutes before she and her sister had provoked the most intense orgasm ever induced. It made her feel powerful that she was partly responsible for the incredible sexual feat. Johnny certainly had lived up to his promise.

In the interim before the next act was to begin, Anthony left the tent momentarily to seek out Drew, who was standing at the front of the stage trying to get his attention. When they finally met she gave him a kiss and a warning.

"I heard about what's going on between you and Johnny," she said. "I want you to leave him alone."

"I'm not going to touch the guy," Anthony assured her. "I think he's an asshole but I'm not going to touch him."




Celebrity Jerk-A-Thon Ch. 04



"May I have your attention please?" Ashley shouted into the microphone. She waited a few moments until the crowd began to settle and then looked behind her to see Olga and her boys make last minute adjustments to their ballet outfits as they stood patiently at the door of the tent. Having received a nod of the head from Olga that the dwarfs were ready to perform, she then looked to the orchestra conductor who also indicated that the orchestra was ready. With this visual confirmation she once more addressed the crowd. "We have come to the final performance of our show and I just want to remind you that, as promised, all of our wonderful performers are going to join those of you in the audience to provide further entertainment once our last act has ended. So don't go anywhere. We have a lot more fun coming your way." She glanced once again at the dwarfs and the conductor, just to be certain that everything was in order. Seeing that everyone was ready, she continued. "Some of you may of heard of the these marvelous ballet dancers from Russia. But for those of you who have not, let me just tell you that you are going to be captivated by their outstanding skill and agility. Mary Kate and I have not had the pleasure to see them perform in person, but we have seen their act on video and they are quite an amazing and talented troupe. So without further ado, may I present to you the one, the only, Semenov Septets!"

Seconds after her introduction the orchestra immediately began playing the "Dance Of The Sugar Plum Fairy" from the "Nutcracker" ballet suite by Tchaikovsky. With the utmost grace and precision, the seven dwarfs danced their way onto the stage, their royal blue leotards shimmering in the late afternoon sun. The handsome little men careened across the stage artfully performing turnouts, extensions, and the veritable ballon—all of which were executed flawlessly. Arabesques and pirouettes were handled with equal and exemplary skill and elegance. The audience responded with cheers and applause at the intriguing sight.

At the midpoint of the performance, Ashley invited seven celebrities to come on stage and join the dwarfs in the dance. This ploy had previously been arranged with Olga: a humorous diversion to add a new twist to the performance. At first Ashley and Mary Kate were surprised that the stern Russian mistress would allow such a compromise with respect to Tchaikovsky's hallowed work, but the twins soon discovered that Olga, besides harboring a fondness for the bizarre, also found such escapades funny in their own right. The fact that she did indeed have a risqué sense of humor delighted the twins to no end, and they tried to accommodate her wishes as best they could.

Instead of calling out names and thereby interrupting the performance, Ashley and Mary Kate simply pointed to women in the front row, indicating by hand gestures that they should come on stage. Those who chose to accept the invitation were Raquel Welch, Joan Collins, Britney Spears, Susan Sarandon, Paris Hilton, Carmen Electra, and Katherine McPhee. Within a few minutes seven celebrities now found themselves standing next to the twins and Olga, the latter of whom told the women that they should simply stand equally spaced along the full length of the stage and that the dwarfs would show them what to do. As the dwarfs continued to dance, the seven women took their places on the stage to the immense delight of their counterparts in the audience. 

"Did Olga tell you what she has planned?" Mary Kate asked Ashley.

"Nope," Ashley replied. "I have no clue."

The dance went on for a few minutes more and then, just as the women were wondering why they had been called on stage at all, each dwarf stood in front of one of the celebrities, indicating that they should pull down the zipper on the back of their leotards. As the women did this, each dwarf stepped out of his leotard completely naked. The crowd roared its approval.

"Well," Mary Kate chuckled. "It didn't take long for Olga to reveal her intentions."

"As long as it involves big, hard cocks and lots of cum, right?"

"I hope so. But I really don't think these little guys are going to be any match for what we've seen."

"You never know. I mean who thought 'ET' was going to lose a gallon of his juice?"

"Not me!" said Mary Kate, feeling a little twinge of pain in her right arm. "My arm is still hurting."

Ashley laughed. "Maybe next time you'll take people at their word."

As the women remained standing where they were, the dwarfs danced around them in an almost ceremonial fashion, sometimes taking the women's hands and waltzing around them as though they were human maypoles, and at other times like they were objects of adoration. Sometimes the women were asked to lift the men into the air and then twirl their bodies around, which sent the audience into hysterics. As the ballet came to a close, everyone was anxious to see what would happen next. They didn't have to wait long.

On a command from Olga, all the dwarfs began furiously masturbating themselves. The seven celebrities were then asked if they would like to take over the masturbatory chores. All seven eagerly agreed and in less than a minute each man had developed a huge erection. Once the erections had been produced the women were then instructed to leave the stage. Nobody, least of all the twins, had any idea of what was going on because as soon as the women walked off the stage the dwarfs simply stood silently and did nothing but stare out at the audience like seven mute sentinels. Only their hardened cocks were evidence of their heightened sexual state.

Then a drum roll began. This went on for about thirty seconds while the dwarfs stood by as if waiting for something to happen. People looked at each other in wonderment, mumbling to themselves that something wasn't quite right. Then, suddenly, as if from nowhere, the loud clamor of a gong startled everyone to their senses. The harsh metallic sound rose and swelled as it penetrated the air like an uninvited guest, piercing the ears of all who heard it with its discordant reverberations. And then, just as the unwelcome noise began to subside, all seven pricks, unaided by their owner's hands, twitched suddenly up and down an began to simultaneously ejaculate, sending thick jets of milky dwarf seed high up into the air and over the heads of the women standing closest to the stage. Raquel and Carmen took the brunt of the unexpected assault head on, while the rest of the women squealed and ran for cover.

"Oh my God!" Mary Kate exclaimed. "They're like Pavlov's dog!"

Ashley couldn't hold back her delight at seeing the exemplary sight. "It's the good old 'cum on command' trick! And they're not even using their hands! Fucking excellent!"

Rope after rope of sperm was launched into the audience in successive bursts that went on for a full minute, yet not one of the dwarfs was using his hand to provoke an ejaculation. The women cheered the little men on as the barrage of cum continued.

"Now I've seen it all!" Tom Murphy said to Craig and Barney.

Craig couldn't believe what he was seeing. "I thought Johnny was weird, but this! This takes the cake!"

"You got to hand it to that Russian woman," Barney said. "To train guys to come like that, without strokin' or nothin'—that's an accomplishment."

It was a sexy yet humorous sight seeing all seven cocks rear back at relatively the same time and launch their sticky seed into the leering faces of the crowd. Mary Kate and Ashley were standing in a direct line with dwarfs, and it seemed from their vantage point that each cock represented seven separate bottles of hand lotion squeezed over and over again, sending long, creamy strands of white fluid flying everywhere at once. 

"I love this!" Mary Kate laughed. "Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! And from such little guys too!"

Ashley agreed. "Sometimes the little guys carry the biggest loads. Do you remember that pygmy dude from the 'Long Shots' contest last year? He almost stole the show."

"Oh yeah, I remember him. And let's not forget Joey either. He carries a big gun for a little man."

Another giant round of cumshots were launched in quick succession, thrilling the audience as the heavy man cream arced out toward the startled spectators in every direction. All during this time the dwarfs remained stationary, only their cocks and scrotums moving every now and then of their own accord with each new release of sperm. 

"This is fantastic!" Mary Kate exclaimed. "Ropes and ropes and ropes! I fucking love it!"

As she finished speaking she and everyone else was rewarded with the sight of all seven cocks firing off simultaneously, sperm being jettisoned at an incredible rate, as the audience was held spellbound.

"Look out!" Jessica Alba cried out as she and several other women tried to dodge the errant blasts of cum that were suddenly, inexplicably, reaching them where they stood—a good twenty feet away from the proscenium.

A few of the women did indeed get hit with the dwarfs' generous supply of semen, but most of them managed to avoid the onslaught by keeping well out of the way. Those who did find themselves baptized with sperm were teased mercilessly by their friends, while those who remained unscathed cheered the dancers on with incessant jibes and slurs. It was pandemonium.

Standing directly behind the dwarfs stood Olga, her face set in a permanent grin as she measured the reactions of the crowd. She knew that her little men would be a hit here in America, but she was also glad that they had obeyed her wishes not to ejaculate for at least a week, thus providing each man with all the sperm he would need. Now, as she watched the slick ball sauce shoot out like cannon fire high up into the air and into the appreciative crowd, she felt pride in her and her protégés' achievements. To have such success in America would be well looked upon by her friends in Russia.

"She looks pretty happy to me," Mary Kate said to Ashley as another volley of semen flew into the audience.

"She should be," Ashley replied. "Oh! Look at that!"

Mary Kate turned her head just in time to follow her sister's gaze. A huge burst of sperm had shot out of Boris' cock, which flew up above his own head and landed behind him and on Olga's dress. The Russian woman looked surprised at first and then suddenly started laughing.

"I should have know it would have been you, Boris!" she exclaimed as she wiped the creamy residue from her dress with a napkin.

Boris was relieved that his mistress found the humor in his faux pas and continued to fire off several more rounds before he and his comrades' pricks had been fully drained of their spunk. Their performance was received with a tremendous round of applause.

"They were great!" Ashley said to Olga. "Thank you so much!"

"You are most welcome, dear Ashley," Olga replied enthusiastically. "And you too, Mary Kate! It was our pleasure!"

To the accompaniment of loud cheering and great adulation, Olga and her dwarfs took a bow and then proceeded to walk back into the tent.

"Come on ladies!" Ashley screamed into the microphone. "Let's give it up for the Semenov Septets!"

The performers were greeted with another huge round of applause and had to come back on stage to take several more bows. Then they once again retreated toward the tent where they filed through the door one by one. The show so far had been a huge success.

"Thank you everybody!" Ashley said to the crowd. "We're going to take a half hour break and then the orchestra is going to play some dance music to get the second part of our program under way. See you in a few!"

The twins immediately went into the tent to congratulate all the performers for a job well done. 

"You were amazing! All of you!" Mary Kate said as she went around and shook everyone's hand. "Ash and I can't thank you enough!"

"Yes!" Ashley added. "You guys were really superb! This was even better than the 'Long Shots' contest, right Mary Kate?"

"I have to say it is," the younger twin concluded. "By a long shot!"

Her little pun made everyone laugh.

Ashley asked everyone to retreat to their own rooms within the mansion where they could change and refresh themselves before coming out to mingle with the celebrities. It took the performers fifteen minutes to make their way through the crowd, each celebrity wanting to stop and chat and offer their congratulations. The twins decided to have a bite to eat once they were back inside the mansion so that they could enjoy their food without becoming the focus of the crowd's attention. They availed themselves of the generous sampling of sandwich meats that had been laid out on the kitchen table like a giant spread. On one side of this was a platter of raw vegetables, and on the other a bowl of fruit salad. Bottles of cold iced tea and spring water sat in a cooler on the countertop.

"So," Ashley said to Mary Kate while taking two bottles of water from the cooler and placing them on the table in front of her. "What do you think so far?"

"What do I think?" Mary Kate replied, her voice echoing throughout the room. "Are you kidding me, Ash? I think we have a fucking huge success on our hands, that's what I think!" She reached for a bottle of water and took a long gulp. "Not one weak spot in the whole friggin' show! Not one! I call that a fucking bang-up job!"

At that moment, Maria entered the kitchen looking somewhat anxious. She stood there for a few moments try to find the right words to say, but only succeeded in looking sheepishly back at forth at the twins, who waited patiently for her to speak.

"Well?" Mary Kate asked. "What is it, Maria?"

The young maid cleared her throat and looked down at the floor. "I am sorry, Ms. Olsen," she began, speaking softly. "I know that I have no right to ask this of you, but I was wondering if I could...socialize a little bit with the...celebrities."

The twins looked at each other, neither wanting to be the first to speak. Finally, it was Ashley who answered. "Maria, you're supposed to be working, not socializing."

"I know, I know, Ms. Olsen," she replied hurriedly. "But if you could only allow me just a little while, a half an hour maybe, to meet some of the stars. Please, I promise I will go back to my duties as soon as the half hour is finished."

"What do you think, Mary Kate?" Ashley asked. "A half an hour sounds reasonable."

"Sure," Mary Kate said. "Why not?"

"Oh, thank you!" Maria replied happily. "Thank you both so much!"

As the maid turned to walk out Ashley called after her. "Remember, Maria. A half an hour. And you can tell Anna and the other girls that they can take a half hour too. No more!"

"I promise, Ms. Olsen! Thank you!"

Ashley sat down next to her sister and took a bite of her sandwich. "I can only imagine what's going to happen next."

"It's going to be a free-for-all. What else do you expect when those drunken bitches meet those ultra-hung guys?" She made a lewd gesture with her right hand. "All hands on cock!"

Ashley could not help but repress a chuckle. "Let's face it, Mary Kate. Some of these so-called 'celebrities' are only one step above porn stars. Holly and Phoebe always thought so, and now my own suspicions have been confirmed. Did you see the way some of the women—our friends, mind you—behaved out there this afternoon? They're worse than guys!"

Mary Kate quickly swallowed the remainder of her mouthful of food. "No contest. Women can be much more perverse than guys any day. We just hide it better, that's all."

Reflecting on what she just heard, Ashley had to concur. "True, true. But look at us. Are we really any different? I mean, look at what we did today. Jerking guys off, playing with cum, you flinging handfuls of sperm into the audience..." At this point Ashley started to laugh uncontrollably. "I just realized that maybe it's the celebrities who are one step below the porn stars!"

In the middle of taking a drink of water, Mary Kate couldn't control the urge to laugh along with her sister, and in so doing, sent a jet of water flying out of her mouth and high into the air. "Look! Look! I'm coming! I'm coming!" she laughed heartily, while trying to catch her breath.

The two sisters sat laughing for a short while and then Ashley spoke. "Can you imagine if the outside world ever found out about us?"

Mary Kate shook her head. "They won't. We have security people up our ass night and day and the paparazzi don't have a chance on our own turf. And besides, our Sisterhood friends are always watching our backs when we're on the road. Don't sweat it."

"But can you imagine if somehow people, the average person on the street, or even our show biz friends, found out that you and I were really two perverts who like to throw parties like this?"

"I would imagine that our careers would probably come to an end," Mary Kate replied soberly.

Ashley sighed. "A high price to pay for our little fetish, don't you think?"

"Not as long as our secret is kept safe. And even if somebody did talk? So what? It would be their word against ours. And we do have millions and millions of dollars to help keep their mouths shut."

"Our insurance policy," Ashley said with a specious gesture of her hands.

"Exactly. But it's not going to happen, Ash. It's not going to happen."

Ashley glanced over to the kitchen counter. On it stood her valise containing a stack of invoices related to the event. "Do you know how many people we had to pay off for this one shindig alone?"

"Not really," Mary Kate replied unperturbed. "You're the one who handles all that shit."

"Okay, let me put it this way. Do you know how much money we had to spend to keep this thing quiet?"

Mary Kate shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, I'll tell you," Ashley continued. "One point five million dollars. That's a hell of a lot of money, Mary Kate."

"Yeah, but we made seven point five. So we made a profit of six million. Are you going to gripe about that?"

"I'm not griping. I just worry sometimes that all this Sisterhood stuff, this secrecy, is going to blow up in our faces someday."

"Well, if it does," Mary Kate replied wryly, "then we're going to have lots of company. I mean, come on, Ash. Look out there. Those women all have something to hide; just like us. It's called shared self-interest. They know that if one of us crashes and burns then we'll all go down in flames, and that's the last thing anyone wants. Now can we please change the subject?"

Once the girls had finished eating they saw to it that all the performers were now socializing with the celebrities outside on the lawn. The orchestra, after taking a half hour break, were once more playing some light mood music to accompany the many and varied conversations. The sun was just beginning to dip toward the horizon.

"So, tell me," Joan Collins said to Joey Balls, her halting speech the result of too much alcohol. "Do you find it difficult to get around with such...enormous testicles?"

Joey was sitting on a beach chair in the midst of small crowd of curious celebrities. He looked quite debonair in his oversize tennis shorts and white, short-sleeve shirt. His bushman hat was propped securely on his head and the perennial cigar, as yet unlit, hung from his mouth like a stump of rope. "Actually, miss...no. You see I've grown quite accustomed to 'em by now. Don't hurt me except on rare occasions."

"For instance?"

"Well, let's say I have to make a run for it tryin' to catch a bus. I'm sure you get the picture."

Joan looked puzzled. "I'm afraid I don't."

"Well, it's not hard to imagine now is it? All that jostlin' about, my two beauties smackin' into each other while I'm runnin'. Now do you understand?"

The drunken Englishwoman seemed annoyed at Joey's response and instead of answering she took a long drink from her glass and burped loudly. "What do you think about this guy's...this guy's balls?" she said to Brooke Shields, who was kneeling next to Joey staring directly at his twin monsters.




Celebrity Jerk-A-Thon Ch. 04



"I think they're wonderful," Brooke replied. "I wish you could jerk off again for us, Joey. "I'd love to watch you cum again...I mean, close up."

Joey's face lit up. "Why if you ain't a real tart, miss! Do you really mean it?"

"Yes, of course!" she replied. "All the girls would love to see it."

"I would!" said Jennifer Lopez.

"Me too!" said Brittany Murphy.

"See?" Brooke said to Joey. "Everyone wants to watch you jerk off. And so does Joan."

"If you think you can shoot off like you did earlier," Joan said to Joey, "then you have my leave to go ahead and give us a good...a good wank!"

She said this loud enough for many of the celebrities standing nearby to hear. Suddenly, there was a small crowd of women looking down upon Joey, who was thrilled to be the object of so much attention.

"Well, ladies, what should I do?" he inquired. "Jerk off for you right here and now?"

"Why not?" Christina Ricci said, bending down to grab his shorts. "Let's start by taking these things off. I want to see those big balls of yours."

"Oh my!" Joey exclaimed. "I really do love an aggressive woman!"

Soon other hands were reaching for his shorts, and in less than a few seconds his huge testicles came once more into view, shocking and enthralling those who now beheld his twin beauties in all their fulsome glory.

"Christ!" Sarah Michelle Gellar exclaimed. "I thought they looked huge on stage, but this is something else!"

Monica Bellucci impulsively ran her hand over the silky terrain of Joey's mammoth orbs, relishing the soft, yet firm, feeling of his skin.

"I see that you shave down here," she told him. "It's very nice. So smooth."

The beautiful woman's touch made Joey gasp. "I'm glad you like 'em, miss," he replied, his prick reacting with pleasure to the lovely manicured fingers of the delectable Italian goddess. 

Upon seeing the effect her hand motions were having on Joey's now rising penis, Monica asked him if he would like to be masturbated. 

"By you, miss?" he blurted out. "By you?"

Her hand reached for his semi-turgid cock and gave it a hard pull. "By me," she answered, "and by all of us. Or if you prefer, you can do it yourself. Either way, we won't leave until you shoot all your cum into the air."

"Go ahead, Monica," Sarah said. "You can start and then we'll take turns."

"All right," Monica replied as she got down on her knees. "I'm curious to see how much spunk he has left in these great big balls of his."

"So am I," Brooke said. "But I reserve the right to be the one who gets him to cum because I was here first."

Joey was elated. "That's fine by me, miss Shields. Enjoy yourselves ladies!"

In order for the women to have the best access to Joey's cock and balls, the chair was removed and replaced with a chaise lounge. He was told to lay down on the chair and, once in a horizontal position, Monica and the other women had complete access to his genitals. Joey must have been quite horny because the Italian beauty had him sporting a huge erection in less than a minute.

"You are very beautiful," Joey said to her, as she used both hands to masturbate him.

Monica giggled. "And you are very big!"

The lovely actress had Joey in a state of ecstasy as she used both her hands to tease his thick shaft until pre-cum started to form at the tip of his penis.

"My turn!" Brittany Murphy said, pulling Monica's hands away.

Monica graciously let the tiny girl take over the masturbatory chores while she stood and watched.

"You have quite a grip for a little lady," Joey said to Brittany. 

Brittany smiled. "Well, my husband has a pretty huge cock. Not as big as yours of course, but pretty big. And my hands are kind of small so I have to really take matters in hand so to speak." Just then she let her thumb tease the sensitive strip of flesh under the corona. Joey moaned loudly. "I know so many guys who love it when I do that," she laughed as she continued putting delicate pressure on that particular area. "It usually provokes the most intense cumshots."

"Yeah, well don't get any ideas," Sarah said, inching the elfin actress away. "I want to do some stroking now."

Brittany reluctantly gave up her place so that Sarah could take over. It was apparent that Joey was going to ejaculate pretty soon.

"So much pre-cum!" Sarah delightfully observed as she applied her finger to the tip of his cock and rubbed the clear liquid all over the head and shaft.

"I always produce a ton of the stuff," Joey gasped, as he drove his cock upward into Sarah's open fist.

"I can see that," she replied. She put her left hand on Joey's huge sack, gently caressing it as she masturbated him. "Do you think you're going to shoot off like you did during the show?"

"I...I usually shoot quite a lot the first time around, miss," he replied, his breathing becoming more labored with each passing second. "But not as much after that."

"Oh, that's too bad," she said disappointedly. 

"But sometimes I surprise myself," he added, feeling the sperm rising in his shaft.

Christina Ricci now demanded to continue stroking the little man. "Come on, Sarah. I want to do it!"

"Okay, okay," said Sarah, annoyed at not having more time with the little man. "He's all yours."

The raven-haired beauty didn't waste any time getting her hands on Joey. She knelt beside him and grabbed his prick with both hands and began stroking him violently. It appeared as if she were going to preempt the entire proceedings with her determined attitude.

"Whoa! Wait a minute!" exclaimed Brooke. "I'm the one who's going to make him cum, okay Christina?" Not you!"

"Relax, Brooke," Christina replied, still tugging away without skipping a beat. "I'll get him just to the breaking point and then you can take over. This way he'll have a much more powerful orgasm."

"Okay, Brooke said. "As long as you don't make him cum."

Christiana laughed. "No problem."

The masturbation went on for about a minute. As soon as Joey started to groan, Christina suddenly let go of his cock and then ran both her hands over his bloated scrotum. "I'll bet you're going to shoot a fucking geyser!" she teased the dwarf. "A really huge fucking sperm geyser!"

Joey was breathing so hard by this time that he couldn't even offer a reply. His cock was ready to explode and the vast reservoirs of sperm that remained loosely contained within his scrotum needed only the slightest touch to initiate an ejaculation.

With Christina out of the way, Brooke now once more knelt next to Joey and began to slowly, methodically, jerk him off. Joey was captivated by her powerful beauty and her incredibly sexy hands, the long fingers and red nails so enticing to behold as they moved gracefully up and down his rock-solid shaft in a steady, measured rhythm, each stroke bringing him closer to imminent climax.

"I'll bet those hands of yours have been responsible for teasing out a ton of seed," Joan said to Brooke.

Brooke kept beating Joey off with a casual air, not even bothering to look up at the drunken woman. "No more than yours, Joan," she replied coyly. 

Joey's balls were now at the bursting stage and Brooke and all the other women watching knew it. Brooke increased the rapidity of her strokes, making sure to keep her thumb on Joey's frenulum to insure the most intense orgasm. It was too much for Joey. There was no longer any way humanely possible that he would be able to hold onto his juice. With three quick and firm tugs on his cock, Brooke finally got the dwarf to surrender his creamy load.

"There it goes," she laughed as the first jet of sperm shot straight up into the air and over Joan's head.

All the women broke out in laughter as they watched the inebriated auburn beauty duck her head to avoid the blast. "Damn!" Joan exclaimed. "Watch where you're pointing that thing!"

Brooke kept pulling hard on Joey's turgid prick, forcing rope after rope of hot sperm to shoot up high into the air, his balls supplying him with all the semen he would need to give the ladies a glorious climax.

"Wow!" Brittany cried as she narrowly missed being hit by three successive blasts of cum. "This is fucking hot!"

"Keep going, Joey!" Christina urged. "Give us more!"

And he did. Driven to partial insanity by Brooke's incessantly stroking hand, Joey relinquished an astonishing series of multiple climaxes that rivaled anything Anthony Riddle had ever done.

"Don't you girls just love this?" Brooke squealed as she watched the sticky ropes of sperm sail up into the air one after the other. By now her hand was completely covered with Joey's spunk. "Up, up, and away!" she laughed as she kept coaxing volleys of cum into the air.

Fortunately, for the girls, most of Joey's sperm landed right back down on his upper torso, turning his shirt into one big mess. "What goes up," Brooke sang as another thick wad of cream was surrendered to her jerking hand, "must come down!"

Joey's masturbation lasted for one full minute, much to his and everyone's surprise. Brooke's hand never tired, forcing one ejaculation after another without pause. She seemed like a woman possessed.

"I want to see the cream!" she hollered as the sperm continued to fly everywhere.

Brittany, Sarah, Monica, and Christina reacted with disbelief and fascination as they watched Joey's cock continue to launch jet after jet of semen. At one point the three girls began to fondle and squeeze his scrotum in an attempt to stimulate him to even more stupendous climaxes. And one might have thought it worked when on an upward pull, Brooke moved her head out of the way just in time as a dozen or more stringy ropes of spunk were ejaculated one after the other in rapid succession. It was the final coup de grace—Joey's swan song. The dwarf had been completely drained of his sperm.

"Now that was a cumshot!" Joan remarked, teetering on one foot. "Let's buy the dwarf a drink!"

She no sooner finished what she way saying than she fell into the seat next to her looking as if she were going to puke. "Somebody get me a fucking...drink!" she yelled.

Brooke and Joey received a round of applause.

"Bravo!" Monica exclaimed. "Excellent show. Excellent!"

"Thank you, miss," Joey said, catching his breath. "But a lot of the credit goes to Brooke. What hands!"

"Thanks, Joey," Brooke replied. "It was my pleasure."

"I think he's the one who received the pleasure!" Sarah said to Brooke.

"I think we should go and get cleaned up," Brooke suggested to Joey.

"Good idea, miss," Joey said pulling up his shorts. "Let's head for the mansion."

While all this was going on, another masturbation session was taking place on the other side of the lawn. Both Craig and Barney had been surrounded by a bunch of horny celebrities, many of them older women who were in their fifties or sixties, all eager to get their hot hands on the two handsome hunks. In less than a minute both men found themselves stripped nude by this small group of luminaries and coaxed into giving them a more intimate performance.

"Get up on that table," said Raquel Welch to both Barney and Craig. "And get on all fours. We're going to milk you two guys like cows."

"Yes, ma'm," Craig replied, eager to have his prick milked by the lovely mature vixen.

Barney said nothing. He simply obeyed, his cock already hard and dripping with pre-cum at the thought of Raquel's hands tugging his meat stick.

"I hope you guys have some stuff left in you," Katie Couric said, running her little fingers all over Barney's steel-hard cock.

"Don't worry," Barney said to her, "If it's spunk you're after, you came to the right place."

"Good," she replied, giving his cock a hard pull. "I want to see you guys fill up these punch bowls with cum."

"Oh, I just love a nice shot of cum with my punch!" Susan Sarandon chuckled.

Two empty glass bowls were positioned under each man's penis and the masturbation then began: Raquel's hand on Barney's cock and Katie's hand on Craig's now turgid shaft.

"Fuck," Raquel laughed as she quickly removed her hand to examine her fingers, slippery with Barney's pre-cum. "Frothing at the tip are we, Mr. Cole?" 

Within seconds Katie had Craig's prick as hard as steel, and she, too, giggled as her fingers became sticky with seminal fluid.

"Boy!" she said to Craig. "It didn't take you long did it?"

Craig smiled. "No m'am," he replied, feeling proud that even after his earlier performance, he was still capable of achieving an erection in a matter of seconds.

Surprisingly enough, both men were still quite horny considering the monstrous loads they ejaculated only a few hours before. Sometimes Craig wondered if somehow the EJAX-472 drug had permanently altered his body chemistry, making his ejaculatory recovery time much shorter between orgasms. Prior to taking the drug, it usually took him at least twelve hours or more to fully recover enough stamina to ejaculate the impressive amounts of semen he was capable of producing. But after taking it, he found that his refractory period had diminished to only a few hours, and that the amount of semen was as great, or sometimes even greater, than his first orgasm. He had asked Barney about this phenomenon, and Barney had reported that he also had experienced similar results. 

By this time many of the older women's friends had formed a semicircle around the two tables, amused to see the two men being milked on all fours. Some of the women Craig recognized were Deborah Norville, Suzanne Somers, Blythe Danner, Sally Field, Joy Philbin, and JoBeth Williams—the last five of whom were all their early to mid-60s.

"I want to know," Sally asked Craig. "How does your wife feel about all this?"

"She's cool with it," he replied as he looked down between his legs to see Katie's hand tug on his cock with quick, masterful strokes. "No fucking. No oral sex. Just handjobs."

"Poor you!" she laughed.

"No, not really, m'am. Handjobs are my favorite thing."

"I'm glad to hear that," Katie said, not breaking her stride. "Because that's all you're going to get from me, mister. Not that I wouldn't mind fucking you, but I have a boyfriend at home."

"We all have boyfriends or husbands at home, Katie," Sally reminded her. "And what about you?" she asked Barney. "What's your story?"

The rising flood of semen was reaching critical mass in Barney's balls, provoked by Raquel's persistent handjob. He had to catch his breath before speaking. "Anything goes with me."

"I assume then that you have no significant other in your life at the moment?"

"Correct," he replied.

"Really? A good-looking guy like you and no wife, no girlfriend?"

"I...I was married once," he said, "but she left me a few years ago."

"I'm sorry," Sally said. "I mean to say, sorry for her not appreciating what a really fucking huge cock you have. I'll bet it was too big for her, right?"

"Right."

"Probably didn't like to swallow either, right?"

"Right."

Sally ran her hands over Barney's ass. "If I had a hunk of a man like you, I'd never let you go. I'd fuck you and suck you until every goddamn molecule of sperm was either inside me or on me."

"You are one lewd bitch," JoBeth said to Sally with a snicker. "Listen Barney, anytime you want to fuck any of us, just give Sally a call and she'll arrange it."

The small group of women burst into laughter. 

"But only handjobs are on the menu today," Suzanne added.

Barney was very close to ejaculating and Craig was not far behind. Both Raquel and Katie were experts at masturbating men. Raquel had many boyfriends and husbands through the years, and she prided herself in getting guys to ejaculate in the shortest amount of time possible since her arms grew tired quickly. As such, she had developed a technique that produced the greatest amount of pleasure with the least amount of work. As for Katie, she was a rough and tumble masturbatrix—employing one hand only, fingers caressing the underside of the corona, and incorporating firm and steady strokes from the bottom to the top of the shaft, relentless, merciless, willing the sperm to shoot out in huge quantities to satiate her craving for the sticky white liquid

"I think this guy is ready to spurt," Raquel said, feeling Barney's balls tense up.

"Mine too," Katie noted. "God, Craig! My hand is soaked already and you haven't even cum!"

Craig felt the onrush of sperm, only seconds away. "Get ready...Ms. Couric!" he said between clenched teeth. "You're going to make me cum right now!"

When Katie heard this, she stepped up her tempo to force his ejaculation.

With her hand flying up and down his cock at lightening speed, Craig began to cum, and a few seconds later Barney too announced his own imminent explosion. "Oh fuck!" the big black man cried. "I'm gonna blow my damn load!"

At this pronouncement, all the women surrounding the two tables leaned in closely to watch the two huge pricks ejaculate almost simultaneously into the two giant punch bowls. It was a toss up as to who shot off first. Some claimed it was Craig, others Barney. But it really didn't matter. All the mattered was that these women had been given a ringside seat to one of the most amazing displays of sperm shooting that they had ever seen.

Despite the vast amounts of sperm that both Craig and Barney had ejaculated earlier during the show, they were hardly the worse off for it. This surprised the ladies to no end.

"God!" Joy Philbin exclaimed, as the first spurt of Barney's cum hit the inside of the punch bowl. "What a long rope that was!"

So much cum had been ejaculated on Barney's first attempt that almost half of it splashed onto the table or hung from Raquel's furiously masturbating hand. With each stroke, more giant ropes shot out into the bowl, creating a tiny oasis of the translucent white liquid.

Blythe Danner suddenly laughed out loud. "Look at him!" she said, pointing to Craig's ejaculating penis. "He's doing the same thing!"

Sure enough, Craig was meeting Barney's challenge head on, shooting out huge stringy loads of semen into the punch bowl as the excited women looked on with fascination.

"This is so fucking cool!" Katie said. "I can actually feel his shaft pulsing with each ejaculation!"

Suzanne Somers couldn't take her eyes away from the two men, shifting her gaze back and forth between the two spastic cocks to mark each one's progress. "The fucking bowls are already half full!" she noted with amazement. "Wow!"

"I only wish I could do a report on these guys for our news hour!" Deborah Norville commented, as both bowls began to fill up.

Finally, after a full thirty seconds of ejaculating, both Barney and Craig had been milked of all their sperm. Both bowls were almost full.

"Thank you miss Couric," Craig said to Katie. "That was one of the best handjobs I ever had."

Katie raised her cum-soaked hand for him to see. "You're welcome, Craig. Now could you be a good boy and get Raquel and I a towel, please?"

"Oh, sure, sure!" he replied, as he jumped off the table and into the tent.

Barney gingerly shifted his body so that he could put his feet on the ground, trailing a long rope of sperm from the end of his cock. He looked like he had just run a marathon. "You drained me dry," he said to Raquel.

"Of course," the beautiful actress replied. "Now go and fetch me a gin and tonic."

"Yes, Ms. Welch. Right away!"

As Barney scurried way to fulfill the actresses' wish, the women fell about discussing the remarkable event they had just witnessed.

"My husband would sell his soul to have a cock that worked like that," Joy confessed.

"What guy wouldn't?" Sally said. "Look at all that cum!"

The two bowls stood side by side, a reminder that what they had seen was indeed real. 

Moments later, Craig returned with several towels and handed them to Katie and Raquel.




Celebrity Jerk-A-Thon Ch. 04



"Well, I suppose we should have this removed," Raquel said, pointing to the two bowls. "Oh, there's two of the girls now." She shouted to the two attendants and asked them to take the bowls away.

"What's in there?" said one of the girls, her eyes viewing the bowls with suspicion.

"What the hell do you think it is?" Kate retorted. "It's cum! Get rid of it!"

Raquel laughed. "Unless of course you want a few ice cubes and a glass," she added. "I hear the stuff makes quite an interesting cocktail."

Both girls frowned. "No thanks, miss," one of them said as both bowls were delicately picked up and carried away.

By this time the other performers had also found themselves in the position of providing additional entertainment for the lascivious females. Johnny was the center of attention for Jennifer Love Hewitt and several of her friends who all wanted to watch him masturbate for them in person. He obliged them by jacking himself off in front of them until he announced that he was going to cum. Jennifer quickly grabbed a large fruit platter with some slices of pineapple and melon still on it and held it in front of his prick with the intent of catching his ejaculate. 

"What's a fruit salad without topping?" she said to her friends, who found her jibe quite entertaining.

Johnny's prick reacted violently to the women's laughter, he having always secretly enjoyed the sensation of being humiliated by a woman. He looked around at all the pretty faces, some of them he knew from TV and film; others were new to him. In front of him stood Jennifer, her lovely face almost within arm's reach. To his left stood Mariah Carey and Gwen Stefani. Standing on his right with her face almost touching his was Angelina Jolie. Not satisfied with simply watching him masturbate, she clutched his huge ball sack in her left hand and fondled it gently, waiting for his cock to erupt.

"Better get that plate up!" Johnny screamed.

Suddenly three huge blasts of cum shot out of his prick and ricocheted off the face of the platter, the trails of sperm landing pell-mell around the startled women.

"He got me!" Gwen squealed, hastily wiping away a glob of sperm that had landed on her blouse.

Me too!" Mariah laughed, staring down at the long trail of cum that had soiled her left arm.

Jennifer took both hands and placed the platter within inches of Johnny's convulsing prick, watching with enjoyment as his sticky cream coated the fruit with his whitish topping and otherwise splashed into the dish or onto her exposed fingers.

"His fucking balls are so heavy, Jennifer!" Angelina said. "Look at all this spunk!"

Within seconds the fruit had been covered over completely and cum was dripping off the dish in huge gelatinous wads. The girls reacted with glee.

"More! More!" Jennifer demanded as Johnny continued to fire off round after round of semen.

By the time Johnny had finished ejaculating, the entire dish, and most of Jennifer's hands were saturated with sperm. His own legs and feet were also covered in his abundant juices.

"I can understand why they call you 'ET,'" said Angelina, her hand and upper arm coated with his white paste.

Johnny could barely speak. His body, now completely enervated, made its way to the mansion where he located the kitchen and gulped down two bottles of Coke before collapsing on the sofa. A few minutes later he was back on the lawn, not wishing to disobey the twins' instructions that he play the role of the social butterfly.

Mary Kate and Ashley had spent the bulk of their time roaming around the lawn making conversation with anyone they knew. Every now and then they would hear a teetering of voices, or a sudden shout and a burst of applause, letting them know that yet another of their performers had entertained their guests to their satisfaction.

As the twins made their way through the crowd they saw Tom Murphy, Anthony Riddle, and James Portman dancing with some of the celebrities. At one point Drew got all three men together and had them jerk off for the women standing expectantly around them. The sisters were invited to watch too, and just as the twins came up to Drew, all three started to climax together. It was quite a sight to see all three men pulling furiously on their huge poles, Drew as their ringleader, coaxing them on with a litany of bawdy language.

"Shoot that fucking cum you bastards!" the innocent-looking, but foul-mouthed woman cried. "Shots of cum! Shots of cum!"

Mary Kate wasted no time in lending her own brand of filth to the mix. "Ropes! Ropes!" she demanded. "I want to see huge, fucking, creamy, sticky ropes of semen!"

Her words incited the men to no end, and they obeyed with a vengeance. 

To the utter delight off all the celebrities watching, James, Anthony, and Tom let go with a flurry of cum. It was a truly astonishing experience to see the dazzling display of hot spunk, ejaculated in seemingly endless eruptions of creamy molten lava, splashing into tables, chairs, the celebrities themselves, and anything that was in their vicinity. Rope after rope after rope of sperm kept shooting out of their huge dicks, creating puddles of sticky frosting wherever they landed. For a full minute the show continued unabated until the women could no longer contain their amazement.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Kate Winslet cried. "You guys are fucking amazing!"

Drew was barely able to hide her rapt enthusiasm. "Did you guys see my Anthony shoot that huge fucking load of his? I saw him get you, Ashley!"

The beautiful twin shook her head and smiled faintly. "Yes, Drew," she replied looking down at her cum-splattered shoes, "he got me."

"Ha!" Drew laughed. "He got you! He got you!" she sang as she danced around in circles. The drunken girl threw her arms around Anthony and kissed him several times. "You creamed Ashley!" she said proudly. "You creamed Ashley!"

"It's not like he's going to earn any extra credit, Drew, for Christ's sake," Ashley replied, as she bent over to remove her soiled shoes. 

"Oh, come on, Ashley," Drew said. "He didn't do it on purpose did you Anthony?"

"Of course not," Anthony replied with a hint of sarcasm. "Sometimes this dick of mine has a mind of its own."

"Yeah, like most men," Mary Kate said flatly.

It has been a long-held truism in the show business world that the best is usually reserved for last. And this tradition was certainly maintained for the Jerk-A-Thon. Months after the show had ended, many people would still be talking about King Matumba, his two companions, and the remarkable Semenov septets. What these performers did to entertain the celebrities was completely arbitrary and unrehearsed. Yet, their private little show was more entertaining than anything that had taken place onstage at the actual performance.

It began with one of the women, the perennial paparazzi favorite, Lindsay Lohan, who asked King Matumba if he would perform his much anticipated self-fellatio routine.

The King was more than happy to oblige and even instructed his two friends to do the same. But the thing that made this particular demonstration special was the addition of the seven dwarfs, each of whom had been granted permission by Olga to perform the same routine on themselves, which they were, oddly enough, quite capable of doing. Once the celebrities heard about this, they set up a ring of chairs and had the men sit on them, one naked man to each chair.

It was quite a sight to behold the three giant black men surrounded by their seven tiny counterparts. The dwarfs, so excited to be in the presence of the giant Africans, started doing a little impromptu dance around their new friends, performing as if they were onstage in a serious concert. In fact, a few of the musicians were so enthralled by the scene that they ran to their instruments and began playing the song "Heigh Ho!" from the old Walt Disney film, "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs". Everyone in the crowd, including Olga, broke out laughing as they watched the little Russian men dance to and fro, finally hoping on their respective chairs to begin sucking their huge cocks in time to the music. As humorous a sight as that was, most of the women's eyes were focused on King Matumba and his two tribesmen, each of whom now sat on their chairs with their giant ebony shafts in their mouths, sucking and licking their boners with unbridled enthusiasm.

"Now remember, King," Lindsay told Matumba. "You can swallow some of the sperm, but please let us see most of your ejaculation. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he replied, removing his cock from his mouth. "You want to see semen. I let you see semen."

"Great!" she said. "Give us lots of spurts!"

The King repeated in the Maasai language what Lindsay had told him to his two friends, Mbatiany and Senteu. As the group of men now began to self-fellate themselves in earnest, the entire orchestra joined in with the other musicians already playing. The air was soon filled with choruses of "Heigh Ho!" and even the women added their own voices to the general cacophony. 

The three giant Maasai warriors didn't take long to bring their pricks to the boiling point. The first to ejaculate was Senteu. 

Coaxed as he was by a bevy of drunken women, he removed his lips from his cock just as it was beginning to erupt. But instead of taking his mouth away from his spurting tool, he opened wide and let the sticky, hot seed splash up into his upper palate, swallowing a portion of his thick cream while the bulk of it flew up over his head and into the crowd.

Lindsay thought this was very amusing, as did the other women watching. Over and over Senteu's huge schlong roared back and fired continuous streams of cum into his mouth, onto his face, and high into the air. It was a most entertaining display.

"I love these guys!" Lindsay said, responding to the protracted orgasm with joyous praise. "Big balls, big cocks, and lots of cum!"

The crowd was thrilled to see so many ropes of sperm launched into the air, and several of the celebrities congratulated the young warrior with cheers and pats on the back.

Halle Berry had been standing close to Senteu, watching every spurt as it was either devoured or sent flying into the audience. She put out her hand at one point to catch a big load of cream in her lovely hands, even tasting the sperm before rubbing it into her hands. "Mmm..." she said, "this stuff tastes great!"

After a full thirty seconds, Senteu's remarkable orgasm subsided and he was greeted with tumultuous applause.

"Thank you!" Thank you!" the handsome Kenyan said to the crowd, speaking the only words he knew in English.

The next one to ejaculate was Mbatiany. He screamed out something in his native language just as he was beginning to cum and everyone, even the dwarfs, were forced to divert their attention to him. 

Rearing back in his chair with his head thrown back, he didn't even touch his dick to produce his orgasm. He simply let his cock sway back and forth under its own volition, invigorated the by sperm that was now rising up from his huge balls to the tip of his hard shaft.

"Yes!" Madonna cried out when the first jet of hot cream sailed over her head, landing fifteen feet behind her onto the upper portion of a beach umbrella. This was followed by a half-dozen more shots of cum, all fired off in quick succession into the audience. 
"Oh, shit!" Britney squealed as she tried unsuccessfully to avoid being hit by a giant arc of sperm.

"Ha! Ha!" Reese Witherspoon laughed when she saw what had happened, unaware that a huge rope of semen was now on its way toward her.

"Look out!" Brooke Burke tried to warn the blond beauty, but her warning went unheeded.

Reese, so thoroughly absorbed in making fun of Britney, failed to see the whitish blur that had sailed over the heads of the women in front of her and struck her square in the face. The jizz went up her nose and into her eyes, causing her to cry out in distress. "Oh, my God! I'm all full of cum!"

The entire audience screamed with laughter at the young girl's plight as she went scurrying around trying to find something to wipe her face with. One of her friends finally found some napkins and helped to clean the frantic girl's face.

Mbatiany however continued to orgasm. It was a remarkable sight and every bit as entertaining as Senteu's had been. Long, thick ropes erupted from his huge penis with amazing speed, causing the women to shriek with laughter at the incredible sight. His orgasm lasted a few seconds longer than that of Senteu, and he too was congratulated with a thunderous round of applause.

As it was during their stage show, the King was once again the last to cum. He had been sucking on his dick with ardor, teasing the head with his tongue, being careful not to ejaculate before he was ready.

With the eyes of the entire crowd now upon him, the King delivered the final few sucking motions to his enormous twenty-inch prick, his massive testicles ready to provide him with reservoirs of abundant sperm. The ebony behemoth, whose imposing girth made the women gasp in awe, stretched his mouth to the breaking point. But he was able to absorb about five to six inches of his cream-filled shaft into his mouth, much to the delight of the startled observers.

"Remember..." Lindsay reminded him, "We want to see your spunk. Suck that fucking big black dick until it shoots all over the place!"

Mary Kate and Ashley had fought their way to the first row of spectators, wanting to witness King Matumba's self-fellatio and resulting orgasm up close. The King raised his eyes at their approach and, captivated as he was by their astounding beauty, sucked his cock furiously to bring forth the desired eruption of sperm with the intention of impressing the girls.

"You know what I want to see," Mary Kate said to the King as he was about to explode.

"Yes, Mary Kate, he knows," Ashley laughed. "Ropes of cum! What else?"

That was it. The King opened his mouth wide to catch the first ejaculation, which he swallowed immediately. Then he let his cock swing free as his orgasm continued. It was like watching a fireworks display.

"Wow!" Christina Ricci exclaimed as the King's tool shot off rope after rope of molten lava. She had to duck to keep from being hit, but found herself laughing just the same as the sperm flew over her head and the heads of Ashley and Mary Kate, flying out at tremendous speed into the group of women, who tried with varying degrees of success to avoid the torrent of hot seed. The huge black sausage reared back and fired continuous rounds of sticky spunk, some of the cream dripping off the tip of his dick in huge stringy globs that splattered his legs and feet.

"What a fucking load!" Drew exclaimed, watching with amazement as the sperm coated the area in front of the King.

King Matumba knew that the crowd wanted to see his sperm shoot out, but he also knew that many of the women wanted to see him drink his own cum, which he did at intervals, reminding the twins of someone taking a drink at the water fountain. 

"It's really fucking cool that he can shoot so much cream like that without stroking," Ashley giggled. "Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! Look at all that fucking jizz!"

"I'm loving it!" Mary Kate laughed, her eyes following the trajectory of each immense ejaculation.

It had now been one full minute and the King was still going strong. He looked like he was going to pass out from all the pleasure being given him by his incredible orgasm. Yet, he kept ejaculating, even when most men would have finished up long before. The result of all this was that the audience were thrilled beyond belief, not only because of the remarkable feat itself, but because they were able to witness the spectacle first-hand.

"Fucking incredible!" Kelly Ripa said to Ashley. "I mean, he puts Anthony Riddle to shame. Sorry Drew."

Drew wasn't even listening, so absorbed was she from just watching the ropes of cum fly about everywhere.

"King Matumba puts everyone to shame," Ashley replied.

To emphasize his final round of climaxes, the King invited Mary Kate to jerk him off. Mary Kate, always willing to get her delicious little hands of a handsome man's cock, wasted no time in performing the service, tugging with both hands on the huge black dick with all her might, provoking a series of creamy ejaculations that marked the end of his long and impressive orgasm. The crowd was delirious with joy.

As the King and his men received yet another round of applause from the women, all attention was now focused upon the seven dwarfs, who looked like they were on the verge of orgasm themselves. Despite their small stature, each dwarf had a penis that was quite large in proportion to his body, allowing each man to get at least a few inches of his prick into his mouth. As the music of "Heigh Ho!" continued to fill the air, the seven heads bobbed feverishly up and down their respective shafts until it was obvious that they were going to ejaculate. Olga, with her keen eye, knew that her charges were ready to cum, and just as the music hit a crescendo, she pulled out a small gong from her purse and hit it with a tiny hammer. Hearing the high-pitched, metallic trill of the little gong, the seven dwarfs released their pricks from their mouths and simultaneously sent seven giant wads of spunk sailing high up into the air. Seeing them climax at exactly the same time brought the audience to its collective knees.

"Look at that!" Brittany Murphy shouted, as the seven individual streams of cum formed an impromptu fleur de lei above the heads of the crowd.

It was an imposing sight to see all that sperm converge together at once. Most of the women, anticipating such a confluence of man paste, watched the display from a respectable distance to avoid getting splattered with cum. Only a few women actually got christened with the dwarfs' viscous offerings, but it was hardly noticed amidst all the semen that was being ejected. 

"This is really fucking amazing, Ash," Mary Kate said to her sister. "Really fucking amazing!"

Ashley shook her head back in forth watching the loads of creamy sperm being jettisoned into the crowd. "It's amazing how these little guys are able to produce so much spunk. Where do they put it all?"

Mary Kate stood there numbly, unable to provide an answer for so esoteric a question.

Finally, it was over. The audience responded to the dwarfs' wonderful show with cheers of appreciation and a long, drawn-out applause. Olga was completely overcome with the reception her little men were receiving and went around to each of them offering her hand in congratulation.

"Three cheers for all of our performers!" Ashley shouted to the crowd. "Hip! Hip! Hooray!"

The celebrities shouted their approval as the performers headed to the mansion to clean and refresh themselves.

It was now almost 8:00 p.m. and the giant red sun was beginning to disappear in the western horizon. Ashley ordered the floodlights to be turned on and she and Mary Kate sought out those celebrities whom they had not previously met. The orchestra had begun playing some dance music and the area in front of the stage was filled with dancers. For the next hour the twins met with their guests, making sure to omit no one in order to fulfill their social obligations. And, in accordance with Ashley's wishes, all the performers socialized as well, now relaxing and enjoying the evening in the company of their female luminaries.

After an hour or so had passed the twins decided that it was time to commence with the show's finale. Ashley and Mary Kate took the stage once more, with Ashley thanking the celebrities for making the event such a great success. While addressing the crowd she cast her eyes around the great lawn and saw Joey Balls, still naked, relishing the attention Joan Collins was giving to his humongous nuts. A few feet away Olga and her seven dwarfs sat at a table close to the buffet, stuffing themselves with food. One of the little men was sitting on Mariel Hemmingway's lap, looking as if he were enjoying himself immensely. On the opposite side of the buffet table Craig and Barney sat together with a small group of older celebrities, still wearing their tiny thongs. Behind them stood Natalie Portman and her stepbrother James. He was completely naked and Natalie was holding him by his cock, stroking it gently over a bowl of salad. Women were taking bets as to how soon he would relinquish his load.




Celebrity Jerk-A-Thon



"How big is your cock?" Kelly brazenly asked the young man—she, too, beginning to feel the effects of the gin.

"A full ten and a half inches," Drew answered for him. "I measured it the first time we had sex."

"Christ, that's big!" Christina exclaimed.

"But that's nothing compared with the size of his balls," Drew said. "Those things are huge and they make billions of little spermies every fucking day."

"I'll be they do," Mary Kate said, licking her lower lip and staring directly at Anthony's crotch.

"Which, of course, have to be drained every fucking day!" Drew laughed aloud.

"Really?" Ashley said. "And do you cum multiple times every time you ejaculate?"

"No," Anthony replied, feeling somewhat abashed. "That only happens if I have abstained from ejaculating for several days. And I also have to tease and deny myself for a little while to get the pressure to build up so that the cum can shoot out like it does."

"Like the way I saw you do at La Fontaine," Kelly said. "That was amazing!"

"Yeah," Anthony replied, feeling proud of himself. "I think I must have shot a gallon of cum that night."

"All I remember is that my girlfriend grabbed me and turned me around just in time so that I could see you launch a half dozen shots of cum high up into the air. I thought that was incredible by itself. But you kept shooting out those huge sticky wads one after another, and I just stood there completely dumbfounded. I think I must have counted about twenty ropes of cum from just the first ejaculation."

"You mean there was more?" Mary Kate inquired, now sitting on the edge of her seat.

"Plenty more," Kelly laughed. "I watched him use the cum on his dick as lube... and he kept stroking and stroking really fast until he launched another round of cumshots into the audience. The women went completely berserk. I don't think there was a dry set of panties in the place that night."

Mary Kate whistled loudly. "Oh my God, Anthony! You're like a fucking cum machine! You have to do this show of ours. You have to!"

By this time Drew and Anthony had both gotten so turned on by the sexual talk that she demanded he pull out his prick there and then. It was apparent that any inhibitions Anthony had had been slowly, inexorably, broken down by the combined effects of the whiskey he was freely imbibing and the lasciviousness of the conversation.

"We haven't had sex in a week," Drew informed the other girls. "He's been in Boston on business and he's very, very horny, as you can all see."

There was no other place to look. Anthony's cock was now firmly outlined in his trousers. Mary Kate agreed that he must be indeed quite horny.

"I won't lie about that," Anthony said as he watched Drew toy with his zipper. "What are you doing babe?"

"Well, if you're not going to be in the show, maybe you can give us a private performance."

"Are you serious, babe?" he asked, mildly amused.

"Why not? You need to cum don't you?"

"Well, yes, but right now? In front of everybody?"

"Of course, silly! You used to do it all the time in the strip clubs. Don't tell me you're getting shy?"

"Come on," Christina said encouragingly. "Let's see that big tool of yours, Anthony."

"I want to watch you jerk off," Kelly said, making it sound like an order. "Just like you did at La Fontaine. That was great!"

"Are you sure about this?" Anthony said, deferring to Drew.

"If nobody else minds."

"Do it," Ashley said, happy as the others to watch the handsome young man beat his meat for them.

"Mary Kate," Drew said. "Would you like to get things started?"

Without a second's hesitation, Mary Kate was sitting beside Anthony, helping Drew extricate his swollen cock from his underwear. When the monstrosity finally sprang into view, a chorus of hushed moans greeted his ears.

"Fucking excellent," Mary Kate said hoarsely as she ran her hands quickly up and down the throbbing pole. "We're going to work this thing and work it some more until all those little white sperms are begging for release. Do you understand me, Anthony?"

"Yes," he replied breathing heavily.

"I love nothing more that watching a guy shoot ropes and ropes of sperm. It turns me on like nothing else in the world."

"I can't believe this is happening!" Anthony cried. "Little Mary Kate Olsen giving me a handjob!

"She's not so little anymore," Ashley offered. "And she was never naïve."

As Mary Kate continued to stroke Anthony's ever expanding cock, Ashley gave orders to Anna to get the other five women housemaids and lay down a layer of sheets to cover the floor to protect it from the sperm shower she knew was on its way.

"Hurry up," she instructed. "And make sure the entire area is covered from where he's sitting up to the piano. Get going."

"Yes, Ms. Olsen."

In a matter of minutes Anna returned with the five maids who were all completely startled at what they saw. Despite this, they did as they were told and finally had the sheets in place on the floor. Ashley then invited them to stay and watch Anthony's masturbation.

"You are going to see something that you have never seen before," Ashley told Anna and the other five women, who had been instructed to stand behind Drew and watch as Mary Kate aggressively stroked Anthony's glistening prick.

The five women varied in age and looks. Anna, who was the head housekeeper, was in her mid-fifties, somewhat overweight with huge breasts and a very pretty face. She was short with black hair and brown eyes. Like all the other girls under the Olsen employ, she had come from Mexico years earlier to find work in California. The youngest of these was named "Maria," whose eighteenth birthday had been celebrated just a few days earlier. Although initially shocked to see a strange man being masturbated by her employer, she felt secure with Ashley's assertions that everything was well under control. This was further impressed upon her by realizing that all the women were clothed and outnumbered the semi-naked man 12 to 1. 

Maria had never seen such a huge penis, and she could not take her eyes off it. As Mary Kate's tiny hand moved rhythmically up and down Anthony's prick, she felt as if her pussy was on fire and she let out an involuntary moan. The other women in the room thought this was funny.

"Would you like to give it a try?" Drew asked the young girl.

"Yes, miss," Maria replied.

"Well then, come over here."

Mary Kate moved aside to let Maria take over and soon the pretty girl had Anthony in a state of bliss.

"This is incredible," he said, watching her lovely tanned fingers play with his cock. "I really love, and I mean love, aggressive women."

Maria looked up at him and smiled while she continued masturbating him with one hand while fondling his balls with the other.

"Why don't you tell us a little about your shows at the La Fontaine?" Brittany asked Anthony. "I'd like to know more about it."

"Well," he began. "Before I started working there I had considered a career in porn. But a friend of mine was already working for Chippendales and convinced me to audition."

"So you wanted to be a dancer?"

"Not really. I just wanted to fuck as many women as possible. Sounds crass, but that was how I thought back then."

"How do you feel about it now?"

He laughed. "Well, I hope I'm a little more mature about it. The truth is: I love women who are self-confident, like Drew—like this girl here. What's your name?"

"Maria."

"Yeah, like Maria. Do you see the way she grips my cock? Like she's in control. I love to be controlled by women. And I love to masturbate for them. That's what drew me to the CFNM lifestyle and to the Fontaine."

Maria was thoroughly enjoying masturbating Anthony. She seemed oblivious to everything around her. Her devotion to his huge prick was not lost on Drew and the others.

"You really seem to know what you're doing," Drew said to the young girl.

"I have had a lot of practice," Maria replied without skipping a beat.

"Oh yeah? On who?"

"Lots of boys. My cousins, a few boys at school—even on my stepbrother."

"You're stepbrother?" Ashley exclaimed. "Why, Maria, you are really very naughty."

"I can't help it. I love to play with his penis—to make it big and hard. And to make it squirt out all the semen."

"But what is it about sperm anyway?" Christina asked no one in particular. "I mean, it's just a white milky substance yet so many girls go crazy over it. I don't get it."

Kelly looked at the elfin lovely as if she had two heads. "Are you kidding? It's not the sperm, per se, Christina. It's the whole act of masturbating a guy until he's going crazy and absolutely has to shoot his load. Knowing that you are the one in control; that you can make him do anything you want because you decide when and even if he's going to cum."

"So what you're saying is that it all comes down to a matter of control."

"Yes. Control equals power. And power is sexy." 

"Of course, the converse is also true," said Drew. "Some guys like to dominate women, which make them feel powerful and sexy, while other guys, like Anthony here, like to be dominated by women. For him, it's sexy to be submissive—just as it's sexy for Maria to be dominant." Drew watched as Maria's small but talented hands brought Anthony's prick to the point where it was now dripping pre-cum from the gaping slit atop its ever-expanding head. "And you do feel sexy and powerful when you bring guys off, don't you Maria?"

"Yes, miss. I like to control it. To make it shoot."

As the tiny Mexican girl said this, she gave Anthony's huge tool several quick strokes to accentuate her intent. Anthony groaned with pleasure.

"I can't wait to see him explode," Kelly said with a big smile. "You'd better get out of the way Maria. He shoots like a fucking horse."

"I think Maria has had enough for a while," Drew said, pulling the girl's hand away.

"Oh, but babe," Anthony protested.

"I'm sorry, but I don't want you cumming too fast. These girls want to see your multiple ejaculations. We'll just keep teasing and denying you for the next hour or so and then let you bring yourself off in front of us. Okay?"

Reluctantly, Anthony agreed. "Well, if all you are hell bent on seeing me cum multiple times..."

"We are," Mary Kate assured him.

"Absolutely," Ashley agreed.

"Can I stay to see it too?" Maria asked Ashley.

"Of course you can. I want all of you girls to stay and watch Anthony perform for us. Why don't you all get yourselves some chairs and join us. Take the rest of the day off and relax."

"You mean it, Ms. Olsen?" Anna asked.

"Yes, I mean it. Have a drink and enjoy the show."

The housekeepers were not as much thrilled that they had been given the day off as they were at being able to stay and watch Anthony entertain them. And entertain them he did.

Standing in the middle of the room, he slowly began to remove his clothes as he used to do in his nightclub routine. The all-male review at Chippendales was where he first learned how to strip for maximum effect, and he took this routine to La Fontaine's where he developed it further, incorporating actual hardcore sex into his performance—something he could never have done at Chippendales.

When he stood before the cheering women with just his underwear still on, he invited Drew to remove the black low-rise briefs he was wearing. She did so standing behind him, with both hands on either side of his shorts. With one motion she brought the briefs down to his ankles. 

"Big Anthony!" Drew cried, as her boyfriend's stiff cock bounced up and down before the thrilled audience.

"Now that's a fucking big cock!" Brittany exclaimed.

Kelly and Christina gaped in awe at the stripper's tremendous appendage, appreciating its great size now that it was fully exposed to them. Drew gave his prick a few quick affectionate tugs and sat down next to Maria, proud to show off her new boyfriend for everyone's seemingly universal approval. Ashley and Mary Kate both stared at the monstrous organ with delight.

"Imagine getting fucked with that thing every night?" Mary Kate said softly to her sister so that the others couldn't hear.

"Not really," Ashley replied. "But I wouldn't mind beating him off every night."

Mary Kate shook her head in agreement as her eyes remained focused on Anthony's bobbing prick. "I can't wait to see him cum!"

During the next hour Anthony was asked dozens of questions: how he developed the technique of being multi-orgasmic; when did he discover that he had this talent; how often he masturbated; how much sperm he released; how far he could shoot, etc. And during this seemingly never-ending questionnaire he continued to masturbate himself, bringing himself to the point of ejaculation several times but always stopping just before he lost control. In this way he would build up the necessary pressure that would allow him to produce the prodigious quantities of sperm his audience demanded.

"How are you doing, babe?" Drew asked her panting boyfriend. "You look like you're ready to launch some seed."

"I am," he replied, as his hand worked his prick in feverish motions.

Mary Kate quickly got up and grabbed her video camera.

"No, you can't do that, Mary Kate," Drew warned the twin. "If you do, I have to keep the tape."

"Sure, Drew," Mary Kate replied. "But we should have a record of it."

"Fine. I just don't want it getting out. You know, he still has a rep to protect."

"No problem."

Anthony was nearing his orgasm. Mary Kate handed the video camera to Drew who asked Anthony to let her know when he was going to cum.

"Any second now, ladies," the young man said panting, his cock head dripping profusely with pre-cum.

"Just try to keep it on the sheets and away from my furniture," Ashley advised him. "I don't want the girls cleaning up sperm the rest of the day."

"You're the boss, Ashley," Anthony breathed aloud as he stole a glance at her sexy legs. 

He was sweating now and his hand was moving very fast and insistently up and down his engorged pole. 

The last thing he saw before he came were the twin sets of lovely legs that belonged to the beautiful sisters, each of whom were sitting next to each other with their legs crossed. Mary Kate provoked him to cum by jerking her closed fist in mid-air while running her tongue back and forth over her upper lip. That was all Anthony needed.

He thrust his hips forward and screamed like an animal. "Oh fuck! Mary Kate you're such a prick teaser!"

"Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!" the beautiful temptress laughed.

All eyes were on his now erupting organ.

"Watch this girls!" Drew shrieked as she focused the video camera on her boyfriend.

Anthony threw his back and howled, his hand now a blur on his spurting cock. With the taunting voices of the women cheering him on, he let go with a giant rope of sticky sperm that shot out from his huge dick so hard that it took everyone by surprise. It flew out so fast that it appeared like one long, whitish blur that kept arcing upwards toward the ceiling, finally making contact with Ashley's crystal chandelier. But the women had no time to pay it any attention because the second volley was now shooting rapturously over the heads of Kelly and Christina, both of whom had to duck to avoid being hit head on. All the women, especially the Mexican employees, shouted out in amazement at the tremendous quantity of sperm being released by Anthony's hugely swollen tool. Amidst cries of "Jesus!" Holy fuck!" and stares of incredulity, the stripper's fascinating organ continued to fire round after round of creamy sperm. Maria, Anna, and the other housekeepers exclaimed their approval in Spanish. Ashley and Mary Kate were spellbound.

"Ropes! Ropes!" Mary Kate incited the young lawyer as she kept jerking her hand in the air back and forth. "I want to see more ropes of cum!"

"Yeah," Ashley laughed hysterically. "Shoot those fucking ropes!"

Over and over, in answer to the twin's wishes, Anthony's prick kept launching giant strands of creamy sperm, and each time he did, the women shouted their approval and goaded him to deliver more of his spunk.

"I can't believe this!" Brittany cried as she watched two, three, four, and then five, six, and seven huge streams of cum fly past and into the wall behind her, coating the entire area, including a Maxfield Parrish print, with Anthony's lustful tribute.

Drew was in the throes of laughter as she watched her friend's reactions to Anthony's amazing masturbatory performance. She, of course, like Kelly, had witnessed firsthand what he could do with his miraculous tool. But seeing the effect it was having on her closest friends was something she could truly savor. She watched Maria's reactions to the ongoing cumshot display and was thrilled to see the young girl masturbating herself in front of everyone as the sperm continued to fly about the room in all directions, making sure to film not only Anthony's orgasm but all the women's reactions to it as well.

"Oh, God!" Anthony cried, as he launched another series of ejaculations, all of which landed over ten feet away on the protective sheets. And just as quickly as it had started, it now seemed to be over.

"Christ!" Kelly exclaimed. "That was fabulous Anthony. Just like I remember."

"He's not done," Drew reminded the pretty blonde.

"Are you sure..."
Even before she could finish her sentence, as giant wad of cream was sailing once again into the air above the heads of the Mexican women. Each cried out in alarm but soon realized that the stream was arcing far above their heads and onto the window behind them.

Mary Kate laughed so hard that she spilled the contents of her glass on the floor.

"He's not fucking done!" she cried. "Come on, Anthony! Give us more ropes!"

Ashley was screaming with laughter at the amount of sperm that was now flying around the room in every direction. She, and the other women reacted with utter amazement as Anthony's pulsating prick fired off one giant cumshot after another, in pell-mell fashion, coating the sheets in his immediate vicinity with his prodigious offering. Finally, after witnessing the uninterrupted and voluminous flow of male ejaculate for what seemed several minutes, the women could only marvel and stare disbelieving at the nonstop barrage of endless semen that splashed onto the floor before them. 

"Somebody turn off the hose!" Christina cried exuberantly.

Using his own sperm as lube, Anthony kept stroking his cock, unable to stop himself. He was completely covered in sweat.

"I'm coming again!" he yelled.

"Yeah, we know!" Mary Kate answered as she kept provoking him with lewd gestures. 

"More sperm!" Ashley demanded. "Keep going!"

Anthony didn't need to be told. For a moment, he stopped jerking his dick and inhaled deeply, but the devilish Mary Kate, and those hand-jerking motions she was making, induced him to feverishly continue to masturbate himself, as if he wanted to impress her even more.

"You fucking pervert!" Mary Kate hollered at him. "I want to see more ropes of spunk!" She accentuated this demand by standing up next to him, pretending to masturbate an imaginary cock.

No sooner had she done that than he was shooting off another fresh round of sticky hot semen. One after another the ejaculations kept coming, with Mary Kate, Ashley, and all their friends savoring every fresh spurt of the handsome lawyer's love juice.

"This is so fucking cool!" Mary Kate said with joyous delight and she watched in utter fascination the abundance of sperm that was being launched right in front of her.

"I told you he could still come multiple times," Drew said to Kelly.

"It's fucking great!" Kelly admitted, never taking her eyes off Anthony's spurting organ.

Brittany was enjoying every minute of it. She laughed heartily when Anthony sent a huge load of cum flying in her direction, missing her by inches. Christina, too, was completely entranced by the outstanding performance. Drew merely sat back and watched in amusement as her lover entertained the women. She had seen it many times before, yet it was always exciting to watch and she never grew tired of it. 




Celebrity Jerk-A-Thon



At one point, Anthony's concentration was momentarily broken when he heard Maria cry out in ecstasy. She had brought herself to an earth-shattering orgasm just from watching him cum and he could not help himself from pointing his cock directly at her, shooting several streams of hot cum over the young girl's clothes. The other housekeepers were at first stunned that he did this, but were so drunk and excited that they simply encouraged him to continue ejaculating all over the precocious girl. Maria was so completely turned on that she even opened her mouth, hoping to capture some of the flying sperm. Anthony obliged by aiming directly at the pretty girl's face and she managed to swallow a good portion of his sticky load.

"I want some too!" Anna cried, at this point overcome with lust herself.

Anthony wasted no time in getting several shots of his creamy spunk deposited straight into the middle-aged woman's open mouth. 

"Shoot it all over my face, senior!" the housekeeper squealed.

Mary Kate and Ashley, who were closest to Anna, watched with delight as spurt after spurt of Anthony's molten cum lacquered Anna's face until it resembled a huge mass of white, sticky semen. The buxom woman laughed joyously as she played with the hot cream, sometimes drinking it down and sometimes showing everyone the slimy mess on her tongue, which she slid in and out until finally swallowing it in one, big audible gulp. Maria took it upon herself to lick the remaining semen from the older woman's face and she dutifully swallowed it down her throat too.

Drew was enjoying the utter decadence of this private showing. She liked Anthony, but didn't love him. And so she felt no jealousy or envy towards her friends as they laughed and enthralled themselves with his marvelous show.

"Are you done sweetie?" she asked him.

I don't know!" he answered as he sent another load of sperm flying onto Mary Kate's legs.

"Ha!" Ashley exclaimed. "He got you!"

Mary Kate quickly removed the semen with a napkin and sat back feeling thoroughly amused. "You're balls still look very full to me, Anthony."

"I think I'm going to cum again," he rasped, as he could not stop himself from stroking his cock. 

"For fuck's sake!" Brittany exclaimed. "How much cum can one guy store in his balls?"

"Well," Mary Kate replied. "Let's find out. Anna, get me a big salad bowl. Anthony, I want you to sit here between Ash and me."

Anna rose to her feet and headed into the kitchen as Anthony sat down.

"What are you doing Mary Kate?" Drew asked.

"I want to find out how much cum he has left."
Ashley laughed. "You're going to measure it?"

"It's not going to give us a total measurement but at least we'll have some idea of how much he's still got stored in those balls of his."

"This is really freaky," Christina said, as she watched Anthony lightly stroke himself.

"Just hold off coming Anthony," Mary Kate said. "Can you do that?"

"I think so," he replied. "But my arms are so tired I can hardly lift them."

"Don't worry about that. Ash and I will take care of you. That is, if you don't mind, Drew."

The beautiful actress sighed lightly and told Mary Kate to do whatever she wanted. "Drain him completely. You'll be doing him a favor."

Ashley wasn't so keen on her sister's idea and let her know it. But in the end, she too was just as curious to see what this man was really made of. She took out a small tube of hand cream and showed it to Mary Kate.

"Oh, great!" Mary Kate said. "The magic cream that makes you cream."

Anthony looked perplexed. "What is that stuff?"

"This is a really great masturbation cream," Ashley said. "Put some on your dick and Mary Kate and I will beat you off with it."

He took the tube from Ashley and began applying the cream to his cock.

"Make sure you don't use too much," the elder twin suggested. "It may get too slippery."

"You girls are really kinky," he said as he applied the cream. "I had no idea."

Mary Kate giggled. "Most people don't."

"And never will," Ashley said with an air of finality.

Anna came back with a huge glass salad bowl and was told to give it to Maria.

"I want you to sit in front of Anthony with the salad bowl in front of his cock," Mary Kate instructed the lovely Mexican girl. "You are going to use it to catch all of his sperm so that we can measure it."

"Yes, Ms. Olsen," the girl replied as she took a chair and sat down before Anthony. Mary Kate handed Maria the salad bowl and turned to her sister. "Are you ready?"

"Ready," Ashley replied.

"Are you ready Anthony?"

"Better start jerking girls. I'm ready to pop."

Both Ashley and Mary Kate laughed as their tiny hands encircled Anthony's towering prick. Kelly, Christina and Brittany, along with the housekeepers, moved into a closer position so that they could witness the experiment firsthand. Drew stayed where she was, content to know that Anthony was being so expertly serviced.

"Keep the bowl tilted at an angle," Drew advised Maria. You want to make sure you capture all that nice, yummy spunk."

The twins masturbated Anthony with a deft, machine-like rhythm. They had been used to jerking off guys for years—most times in lieu of sex—and they had become quite adept at it. Maria watched the twin sister's hands move in tandem up and down the greasy hot shaft and she was anxious to watch him erupt yet again.

"We're going to drain his balls, Ash," Mary Kate sang. "Every fucking drop of sperm is going to find its way into the salad bowl."

"I hope he fills it up," Ashley said, moving her hands a little faster on Anthony's prick.

"I think he will," Mary Kate replied, keeping pace with Ashley's new rhythm.

Maria watched Anthony's face contort with unbearable pleasure under the assiduous stroking the twins were providing. She knew that he wouldn't last much longer, and neither did anybody else.

"Get that bowl ready, Maria," Mary Kate said, feeling that Anthony was now on the verge of ejaculation.

Maria inched the bowl up to Anthony's prick, tilted at a 45-degree angle, as Drew had suggested.

"Perfect," Ashley said. "You can cream any time you want Anthony."

"I think he's gonna cream right now," Kelly said, licking her lips in anticipation.

Anthony gave out a muffled scream as his cock began to twitch. Instinctively he pushed his hips upward, trying to fuck both of the twin's hands. "You're making me cum again!" he cried, overcome with lust and pleasure. "Mary Kate and Ashley are forcing more cum out of me!"

"That's right," Mary Kate laughed. "Just call us the cum collectors!"

Everyone broke out in laughter at her comment and as she and Ashley pulled up on his huge organ, he began to erupt.

"Here it comes!" Christina exclaimed.

"Oh God!" Anthony screamed. "I'm fucking coming!"

The first splash of hot semen coated the bottom of the salad bowl, and then ricocheted onto the sides where Maria's hands dutifully kept the bowl in position. The girl was almost physically thrown back by the force of the ejaculation, but she held her ground admirably, watching intently as the sperm continued to find its way into the bowl.

"God, that was excellent!" Mary Kate laughed. "Give us more ropes Anthony!"

"Ah!" he cried out as the women watched rope after rope of hot, sticky, semen splash around in the bowl.

"I love this," Brittany said as she counted Anthony's seventh ejaculation. "And they're all so strong too! Not one weak spurt. The girls are gonna love this guy. Oh, look at that one!"

What Brittany had seen, as well as everyone else, was one of Anthony's really long jets of cum, which in actuality was a multiple orgasm. Drew knew this instantly.

"He's experiencing multiple orgasms ladies. That's what you wanted to see. You got it."

Mary Kate and Ashley kept stroking his tool with increased speed and pressure, desirous to remove every last drop of cum from his huge testicles.

"How are you doing, Ash?" Mary Kate asked.

"My hand is getting tired."

"Don't stop now! He's got more inside there. Let's drain the son of a bitch dry!"

As if in compliance with her wishes, Anthony let out a huge groan and his huge organ erupted once again with a multiple orgasm, sending wave after wave of fuming spunk into the now half-filled bowl.

Maria had to position the bowl at a precise angle to keep the sperm inside from spilling out. She was completely overwhelmed by the amount of cum Anthony had ejaculated and wondered if it would ever stop. One of the housekeepers intimated that Anthony must be taking some form of sexual drug to make him ejaculate so much, but Drew insisted that his eruptions were purely normal—for him.

"I know what you're suggesting, but you're wrong," she told the woman. "He's a freak of nature, that's all. Just enjoy it and keep watching."

The bowl Maria was holding was dangerously close to becoming so full of cum that Mary Kate's experiment would soon be compromised. Something had to be done.

"Anna," Mary Kate said. "Get another bowl and trade places with Maria. Hurry up!"

Anna once again ran into the kitchen and returned moments later with another huge glass salad bowl. With perfect timing she traded places with Maria just as Anthony was getting ready to fire another blast of cum.

"Drain me Mary Kate!" Anthony screamed as he watched the Olsen girls work their magic on his prick. "Drain me Ashley!"

Both sisters took this as a cue to administer a blistering handjob to the man, and this time Kelly, Christina, and Brittany got their hands on either his cock or balls, intent on milking him of the remainder of his precious fluids.

"I feel it!" Brittany said excitedly. "I can actually feel his vein pulse in my hand!"

"The sperm is on its way!" Ashley laughed.

With five sets of hands now working energetically and in tandem, his prick had no chance of retaining whatever juice was still left inside. With a low growl, Anthony once again forced his prick up into their furiously pumping hands and gave up what remained of his cream.

"Squirt, squirt!" Maria said as she watched the sperm splash into the bowl. With each upward pull on his cock, another long, sticky rope of hot spunk found its way into the glass container.

"Oh, Anthony!" Mary Kate said coyly. "What nice pearly ropes you're shooting out. Keep shooting baby! Keep shooting!"

And shoot he did. It was almost inconceivable that any man could store that much semen in his body, yet it was true—Anthony was indeed a cum machine. As the girls watched in ever-increasing incredulity and amusement, Anthony's cock continued to release its pent up sperm.

"The bowl is almost full again," Anna said worriedly. "What should I do?"

"Nothing," Mary Kate said. "I think he's done now."

Anthony was indeed finished. With one last creamy burst he was done— completely drained of his sperm.

"God damn!" Kelly said. "We need a bath tub for this guy!"

"I can't believe it," Christina laughed. "Look at all it all!"

Drew chuckled to herself. "I told you guys what to expect. Do you believe me now?"

After the salad bowls had been removed and emptied of their sperm and put into a single container and weighed, Mary Kate informed everybody as to the results.

"Approximately one quart of cum," she said flatly.

"No fucking way!" Kelly exclaimed.

"One quart," Mary Kate said again with all seriousness. "What? You're telling me you don't believe it? You were there at La Fontaine, Kelly. You saw it for yourself."

"I know what I saw Mary Kate, but it still seems too incredible to believe."

"Well, believe it. This man is freak of nature. Just as Drew said he was. And that was only half of what he produced."

"I told you," Drew said, laying the video camera aside. "Anthony is not of this earth."

Brittany chuckled. "And neither is his dick."

Drew laughed. "That's for damn sure. Anyway, I've got it all on videotape for you Mary Kate. You and Ashley will enjoy this I'm sure. Just make certain that it remains in your possession. Promise?"

"We promise," Ashley assured her.

Anthony was too tired to make any comments but there was a big smile on his face. "Mary Kate and Ashley. I will take part in your show if you still want me."

"Are you serious?" Ashley asked excitedly.

"Yes."

"That's fucking excellent!" Mary Kate said. "Of course we want you. Are you kidding?"

"Oh my God," Ashley said turning to her sister. "Do you realize what kind of a lineup of men we're going to have? This show is going to be remembered for decades to come."

"And beyond," Mary Kate added, grinning from ear to ear.

It looked like the Jerk-A-Thon was shaping up to become a great success.

(To be continued.)

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