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Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 01

By: christo



When I was in high school I wasn't exactly a chick magnet. It wasn't all my fault, mind you. I went through puberty much later than the other boys, but when I did, my body went overboard. In an 18-month period I grew a full foot, and I was tormented by horrible growing pains that woke me up screaming every other week. 

The physical pain was bad enough, but the emotional pain was worse. I outgrew my clothes so fast that my parents put off the inevitable shopping trips as long as they could, meaning I went to school in jeans three inches too short. I had funny, dorky clothes, and a funny, dorky body inside them. I grew so fast that I couldn't control my own body, I was always tripping over my feet and hitting my head on low-hanging lights. I shot up to six-foot-five and I weighed like 150 pounds. My nickname, of course, was "Stork". I hated, hated, hated that name.

My parents told me not to worry. My mom and dad are both tall, and not bird-skinny like I was. "You'll fill out, don't worry," Dad told me. "I was the same way you were, and I gained 40 pounds in a year. Eat your Wheaties and you'll be fine."

Sure. While everyone else was making out in the back seats of cars, I had trouble even getting into the back seat of a car. My Friday and Saturday nights were consistently dateless. What girl, I thought, would ever find a big skinny gork like me attractive?

My sudden growth spurt did have one positive result. My penis, which before had been a normal little wiggler, grew to a truly remarkable size. When I stood naked in front of the mirror all you saw was dick. My arms and legs just looked like scaffolding around my enormous wang. I might have been proud at being the most well-endowed boy in school, but no way. I'd walk down the hall and some of the boys would call after me, "Hee-HAW! Hee-HAW!" The girls would ask why they made donkey noises at me and I was too shy to tell them. 

Masturbation was, of course, a big part of my life. Discovering that I could, with only my hand and some privacy, make myself feel THAT GOOD was like learning I had some kind of super power, like X-ray vision. I spent a lot of time holed up in my bedroom, a copy of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue opened in front of my, grabbing my shlong in two lubricated hands and pumping away like a madman. I waited for the day when I could have a girl touch me, and have a girl let me touch her. But when I was 18 those days seemed far in the future.

One day in gym class we started a module where we did gymnastics. I dreaded it. I could barely walk, let alone vault over a horse or swing myself on the horizontal bar. Before class we had to stretch out for ten minutes, touching our toes, flexing our quadriceps. One odd result of my agonizing growth spurt was the remarkable flexibility in my limbs. We had to do this one stretch, you lie on your back, throw your legs over your head in a pike position, and try to touch your toes behind your head.

No one could do it except me. I'm sure I looked ridiculous, my spindly legs like folded pipe cleaners pointed back over my head. Two beefy boys next to me couldn't even get their feet over their heads. 

I overheard the one guy say, "Dude, I saw this porno movie, this chick would do this and eat her own pussy. She'd grab her ankles and go to fuckin' town, man."

The other boy said, "I heard this one guy, he has like a foot-long dick, and he could do this and suck his own cock."

"Shit, I could do that I'd..."

"Never leave the house!" They both started laughing.

I didn't laugh. I was frozen in place. Was it possible? Could I do that? Should I even be thinking about it? The mere idea of sucking my own penis should have filled me with disgust. 

But it didn't. I got the biggest, hardest erection of my life. I had a hell of a time disguising it from the class, and showering afterwards took some guile and lots of cold water to keep the other boys from thinking I'd switched over to the other side. I counted the minutes until the final bell, and then after the bus dropped me off at my stop I ran home. I had to find out-was it possible?

I locked my bedroom door. I stripped and lay on my bed, my throbbing cock wobbling before me like a hockey stick. I lay on my back, threw my legs back, and...

And my mouth was still two or three inches away. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get my penis any closer to my mouth. The problem was that, as my head strained forward to suck my cock into my mouth, my hips slipped from underneath me. Every inch I moved forward, I slid an inch back.

I tried for almost an hour until, exhausted, I fell back on the bed. I smacked my head off my bed's wooden headboard, and I sat up swearing. It hurt like hell, I'd hit the long beam running across the top of the frame. There was a gap between that beam and the rest of the headboard of about six inches. 

An idea came to me. I lay down again, swung my legs back, and tucked my feet into that gap. I moved my head forward, and used the purchase my feet found against the headboard to pull my hips up to my lips. I flexed my calves and hamstrings. My huge cock came closer, closer, closer...

My cockhead brushed my cheek. I'd done it! My penis was in my face, I could suck it with ease. And now I faced the next question. Should I be doing this? Would sucking my own cock make me a homosexual? Was this just, well, something I shouldn't do even if I could?

I gripped my cock in my hand and lifted it up to my lips. Well, maybe I would give it a try, just to see if it sickened me or not. 

I opened my lips. I felt the hard, spongy helmet slip into my mouth. My tongue was in the way, and I moved it to the side. Moving it made it slide over my hot pink cone, and it felt so good I moaned. Oh, boy. It felt good. I moved my head back, keeping a tight seal around my penis, and my slippery lips grazed the sensitive ridge under my tip. 

I couldn't believe how good it felt. I moved my head up and down my shaft, taking about four inches of my cock into my mouth, sucking frantically all the while. "Mmm! Mmmmmm!" I moaned as I fellated myself. I swirled my tongue over my glans and I started to shiver from the absolute ecstasy I gave myself. I learned what felt good and what felt great, and in no time I was on the brink of coming. 

Normally when I masturbated I took my time, drawing out the pleasure as long as possible. Not now. Now I wanted to come, right away. My saliva ran down my cock, and I could tell from the syrupy liquid leaking from my tip that pre-come was oozing out, making me wonder about whether or not I should come in my mouth. I always heard that girls hated guys coming in their mouths, that it was gross, and I didn't know what I should do.

In the end it wasn't a question. There was no way I could bear to pull my wet, sucking mouth away from my cock. I was jerking myself off and fingering my ass as I slobbered all over my dick, and when I started to come it was so intense that I clamped my lips tight around my cockhead and sucked for all I was worth.

"Umph, uhh, uhhh!" I groaned around my huge tool as I came. I exploded, the salty, bleachy semen filling my mouth. The taste was unpleasant but the sensation so exquisite that it was a small price to pay. I swallowed my hot gluey semen in hungry mouthfuls, and when I stopped coming I was disappointed. I wanted more. 

I disengaged, letting my slick, sticky cock fall from my lips, pulling my feet free from the headboard. "Oh, wow." I said. A whole new world opened before me. Hell, even the most popular jocks in school probably didn't get regular blowjobs. But, thanks to my limber limbs and horse cock, I could get all the oral loving I wanted.

I'm a bit ashamed to say that, over the next few months, I spent quite a bit of time with my feet jammed in my headboard. I started to develop a kind of routine. I would wake up around 6, put my feet in the wooden stirrups, and suck myself off. Then, after coming home after a long, horny day at school, I'd suck myself off again. After dinner I would suck myself off, and then, after I turned off the lights for bed, I'd suck myself off. I learned how to tie myself into knows with my lips and tongue, learned to love the taste and thick consistency of my semen.

I just couldn't wait to get home so I could feel my wet tongue glide over the silky smooth head of my penis. No Bangkok prostitute was more skilled or knowledgeable about giving head than yours truly. I, of course, received instant feedback with every lick, nipple and slurp. Jerking off the old way, with my hands, seemed like kiddie stuff. Oh sure, it was nice and all, but the feeling of my hot, thick come boiling into my mouth as I sucked myself off was infinitely sweeter. 

Every so often I worried about what this was doing to me. I didn't think I was gay. I didn't have a sudden hankering to, say, suck off the basketball team, and I still got a woodie when Bridget Landau wore a miniskirt in Math class. So I decided that the ability to suck my own cock was a blessing, not a curse. And I was gonna keep doing it.

I kept looking for ways to refine and deepen the enjoyment of my oral activities. I'd always enjoyed fingering my ass (another pleasure that had me questioning my sexuality), but it was hard sometimes to reach down far enough to wedge a finger inside. So I went to Home Depot, bought a 24-inch dowel rod, sawed it in half, and went to work on it with a file and sandpaper of various coarseness. I turned that wooden rod into a thin, rounded dildo as smooth as glass. It was a labor of love, and it repaid my hard work the first time I greased it with Vaseline and inserted it in my rectum. I fucked myself and sucked myself and I had an orgasm that probably registered on the Richter scale. My excited prostate pumped out so much semen that I couldn't swallow it fast enough, and I had to let my spurting cock splatter all over my face. I got some in my eye, and it stung like hell.

So life was good. I had excellent grades, I was going to college in the fall, and,I gained nearly 20 pounds during my senior year. I wasn't so clumsy, and it actually looked like I might be able to get a date to the prom with this girl I met in my physics class. All the pain of my adolescence was finally mitigated with some happiness. 

One Saturday morning I woke to hear the garage door clattering shut. It was 9AM, and I guessed my parents were going to breakfast before doing some shopping, as they often did on the weekends. I was alone, and the heavy weight I felt between my legs had me reaching under the bed for the Vaseline and my dildo. I got my legs into position, lubed up my ass, and went to work. Since I was alone, there was no need to lock my bedroom door. 

I drove my cock deep into my mouth, sucking and licking the fat mushroom that capped my cock, while I slowly slid the dildo in and out of my dilated anus. I hadn't had the chance to suck myself off the day before and I knew this first orgasm of the day would be a big one. I pulled my cock out of my mouth and teased the tip with my now-expert tongue, driving myself crazy as only I knew how. I paused to smear more lube on the wooden probe, and then I set about finishing the job. I greedily sucked my cock, making loud slurping noises that turned me on even more, pumping my shaft with one hand, pranging my ass with the other. 

"Oh, uh, oh!" I moaned with my mouth full of my meat. I came and it was one of those huge orgasms, there was no way I could swallow it all. I pulled my mouth away and I shot hot sticky ropes of come all over my face and hair. My orgasm went on and on, and when it finally finished I needed a second to catch my breath. I left the dildo in my ass and let my still-erect cock rest against my cheek.

And it was at that awkward moment that my mother opened my bedroom door.

* * * * *

At the hospital I had to do some explaining.

"What happened?" my panicked father asked when he got to the emergency room.

"Uh, um, she, well, she just collapsed." I said. "I didn't even know she was home, I thought you and her went out this morning."

He shook his head. "I went out to get my car inspected. But that doesn't matter. Was she conscious? Did she have a stroke or a heart attack?"

"No, I mean, I don't know. I don't think so. She just fainted, and I called the ambulance."

That wasn't quite true. She hadn't "just" fainted. She'd also screamed, a scream I knew I would hear in a thousand future nightmares. THEN she'd fainted, fainted dead away, and after five fruitless minutes trying to bring her around I called the ambulance. After I hung up the phone I realized the dildo was sticking out of my ass like a wooden tail. I yanked it out and tossed it in the trash. 

It was like the world was coming to an end. I watched the paramedics load my insensate mother onto a stretcher, and I didn't know if she would live or die. I'd just killed my own mother, all for the need to satisfy my perverse sexual needs.

My father and I sat there, waiting for the doctor to give us a report. I was conflicted. On one hand, I loved my kind, doting mother, and if she died I would be devastated. On the other, we all have to go SOMETIME, and if I had to endure the pain of losing my mother sooner or later, now might be an opportune time. Because, if she did recover, I was in shit so deep it would bury even my six-five frame.

A nurse appeared. "Mr. Newton?" She escorted us to a small, curtained off room. "The doctor will be here in a second."

And a second later the curtain was pulled away and an Indian man with a confident smile appeared. "Mr. Newton? I'm Dr. Prakash." He shook my father's hand. "You're wife is fine. We found no evidence of a stroke, and her EKG was perfectly normal. We did a CAT scan and found no signs of a brain tumor. She's conscious and responsive."

"What happened?" Dad asked.

The doctor shrugged. "We don't know. She may have stood up to quickly, or her blood sugar may have been low. She didn't hit her head on anything, she has no bumps or bruises, and she doesn't show signs of concussion. We'll want her to come back every week for a month so we can run some tests. But when we asked her what happened, she says she doesn't know. She remembers walking to your son's room, and that's when she passed out. She doesn't remember anything after that."

"Wait," I interjected, "She doesn't remember coming into my room?"

Dr. Prakash shook his head. "No. You said that she did open the door and stood there before she collapsed, yes?"

"Uh, yeah. She opened the door, it woke me up, and then she just, fell."

He shook his head. "She doesn't remember opening the door."

I tried not to jump for joy. She didn't remember! Thank you, post-traumatic syndrome! It looked like I would get out of this with my mother alive and me out of the soup. Thank you, God!

"Can we see her?" my dad asked.

"In a minute. We're drawing some blood. We'll get you when she's ready."

A few minutes later we were ushered into a small room, and my mom was lying on a bed, looking wan but not too bad. "You scared the hell out of me," my dad said as they hugged.

"How are you?" I squeaked.

"Fine, fine," she said in a soft voice. "A bit tired, but fine."

The nurse said, "We're going to keep you here another hour or so, and then we'll let you go."

"Can I have something to drink?" Mom asked. 

The nurse said, "Sure, water, tea, juice?"

"Can I have ginger ale?"

"I don't think we have any here..."

My dad said, "There's a vending machine in the lobby. I'll get you some."

"Thanks, honey," Mom said. Dad left, and the nurse left, and I was alone with my mother.

I smiled down at her. "I'm glad you're OK."

I did not anticipate the speed, or the strength, of the hand that shot out and grabbed me by the throat. "You're GLAD! You actually have the capacity to feel GLAD about anything after what you made me go through this morning!"

"I thought you didn't remember!" I croaked.

"Didn't remember! Didn't remember seeing you lying on your bed like that, twisted into that horrible position, doing what you did to yourself, and with that...thing sticking out of you! Oh, I remember! But how exactly do I explain that to the doctor? Would you prefer I tell everyone WHY I collapsed in a dead faint?"

"No!" I struggled for breath.

"What, exactly, gave you the idea to DO that? Did you want to drive me over the edge? Can you IMAGINE what it's like to see...to see...what I saw?!"

"No!" The room was starting to spin.

"I mean, that CONTRAPTION you were using on yourself, did you make that in shop class? Is that what they're teaching you, how to build things you might find in some bondage dungeon?"

"Mom!" Everything was going black.

"Are your PROUD that you can do that to yourself, are you so starved for affection that you have to lock yourself in you room and debase yourself in that way?! Is this my fault? Am I a bad parent. Is this a cry for help?" She somehow managed to increase the pressure on my throat. "Well, let me tell you something. This is NOT my fault, I am NOT a bad parent, and believe you me, when we get home and I arrange your punishment, you're gonna be crying for help!"

She released me, and five seconds later Dad appeared with a can of Canada Dry. He was so attentive to Mom that he didn't notice me gasping in the corner. Mom drank her ginger ale, she and my father held hands and talked, and an hour later the doctor told us we could all go home. The three of us, one big happy family, piled in the car and went home. 

Well, my dad was happy, anyway. 

* * * * *

Mom didn't mention the "incident" for a whole week. It was torture. I knew I would eventually face the terrible music, and the waiting was killing me. As you might expect, during this time I didn't give myself head. I didn't jack off at all. I don't think I even had an erection the whole week, not even when Bridget Landau wore her plaid miniskirt with her knee-high boots. My libido was gone, gone, gone. 

The next Saturday morning I was again awakened by the sound of the garage door closing. I heard footsteps, and I sat up in bed. The door opened and Mom loomed in the doorway like a drill sergeant. 

"Thank heaven for small miracles," she growled. "You aren't abusing yourself. I should feel flattered."

"Mom..."

She waved a hand. "Take a shower and get dressed."

"We're going somewhere?"

She turned her back on me and marched away. I didn't question her. I got my ass in the shower and got dressed. I found her downstairs waiting for me.

"Let's go," she said. I wanted to ask where we were going, but I didn't want to ask her anything. I didn't want to even look at Mom. I was terrified.

Mom drove in silence, and I didn't recognize where we were going. It was fifteen minutes before Mom said, "Do you remember Mrs. Johnson?"

Mrs. Johnson... "Um, yeah, didn't we see her at the funeral home last year?"

Mom nodded. "Her husband passed away."

A few quiet minutes passed before Mom said, "I used to work with her. We were good friends." Another silent minute. "I still see her, every so often."

I didn't follow. Was that where we were going? Mrs. Johnson's husband had been about 20 years her senior, he'd died of a heart attack. I remembered Mrs. Johnson as a very nice woman, able to laugh when telling stories about her husband but still obviously broken-hearted at his passing. An attractive woman in her early fifties, she reminded me of Marion Ross, the woman who played Richie's mom on "Happy Days". The same dark red hair, the same pretty, wholesome, kind face. 

Mom steered the car into the driveway of a well-tended split-level house. "Come along," Mom said.

I obeyed, but I said, "Um, why are we here?"

"For your punishment."

I didn't get it then, and I didn't get it when the door opened and there was Mrs. Johnson smiling pleasantly. She hugged my mother and said, "Laura! You don't look any worse for wear after your little episode!" Then she looked up at me. "My goodness, this can't be little Danny! It can't be!"


Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 01



"Afraid so," I said weakly.

She shook my hand, "I don't know if you remember me, I'm Elaine." She looked me up and down. "You've gotten so big! And so handsome!" She was smiling at me, and I liked it. She was very attractive, in a sweet, wholesome way. Her reddish hair was piled up in a bun, she wore a light blue blouse and khakis, and when she smiled her dark brown eyes glowed with merriment. I couldn't see how this nice lady could be involved in my punishment. 

My mom checked her watch. "I have some errands to run. Is three hours enough?"

"Oh, that should be plenty of time."

"Then I'll be going." Mom looked at me. "You do everything Elaine tells you. Everything. Remember, you're being punished." And she turned and walked down the steps to the car, leaving me totally flabbergasted.

"Come inside, honey," Elaine said.

"Wait, what's going on?"

Elaine showed me that sweet smile. "Come inside and find out."

Mom was glaring at me from the car, so I obeyed. I was nervous. I didn't know this woman at all, and now I was following her up the stairs in this unfamiliar house.

"Can I get you something to drink, honey?" she asked.

"Um, no, no thanks." 

Elaine took my hand and let me to the couch. Her hands were warm and soft. She had long pink fingernails, and despite my nervousness I was getting turned on. 

That is, until Elaine said. "So, your mother told me she caught you giving yourself a blowjob."

My jaw wobbled up and down, but no words came out. "And she said you were cornholing yourself with some kind of stick."

Hearing the words "blowjob" and "cornhole" come from the lips of this motherly woman absolutely stunned me. Finding out that she knew about my hidden shame was worse. "My...my mother told you about that?"

Elaine smiled. "She did. Oh, don't be embarrassed!"

"Don't be embarrassed!? My mother told you...what she told you, and I shouldn't be embarrassed?"

"No," she said soothingly. "You should be proud of yourself!"

I was incredulous. "Proud?" 

"Of course! Any boy would masturbate orally if he could, but how many boys have the athletic ability and physical endowment to do it?"

"So, you don't think I'm a pervert?"

"Not at all!"

"Well, I do. I think I'm sick to do that?"

She touched me on the arm. "Danny, are you gay?"

"No!"

"It's OK if you are. I have quite a few gay friends."

"I'm not gay. I like girls."

"So, you don't want to do what you do to other boys."

"No!"

"Do you think about girls when you're giving yourself pleasure?"

"Yes."

She nodded. "Then that's OK. That's fine. And you aren't a pervert. You aren't hurting anyone else, are you? You're just making yourself feel good in an unusual way."

She had this oddly soothing effect on me, probably because she was telling me what I wanted to hear. "Maybe you're right." I said with a weak smile. "Of course I'm right."

"I guess so."

"Now, let me ask you a question."

"Sure," I said, eager to please.

"Would you like to go upstairs to suck yourself off, or would you rather have me do it?"

My jaw did the trembling thing again. "What did you just say?"

She smiled. "I'm offering to give you a blowjob. But if you'd rather do it yourself, that's fine too."

"You...you will...you'll give me a blowjob?" I said this in a tiny, scared voice.

The right side of her lips curled into a sly smile. "Of course, honey."

The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. "For real?"

Elaine let her hand rest on my thigh. "For real."

A voice from far way said, "OK". It was my voice, I guess.

"Good! Then let's get you undressed." Elaine helped me to my feet, and I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my socks, tossed my shirt on the chair, and then stepped out of my shorts and boxers.

"Honey!" Elaine said, marveling at my erection, "You're just huge!"

"Uh-huh," I said, still in shock.

"Sit down, sit down." I sat, and Elaine knelt between my thighs. "Do you know why we're doing this?" she asked.

I said I had no idea.

"I haven't been lonely since my husband died, I have lots of friends, but there's a difference between a friend and a lover. So, I'm a widow looking for a handsome man to play with, and you're a horny young boy who needs an outlet for all that energy you have." Elaine wrapped her long-nailed fingers around my swollen shaft. "I'd say we were a match made in heaven."

She lifted my cock to her lips and I felt her warm mouth engulf me. She slowly deep-throated me, once, twice, a third time. Her kind eyes looked into mine and when she saw me writhe in ecstasy they smiled up at me. 

"Ooh."

"Is it as good as when you do it?"

"Better!" It was.

She licked my helmet. "Do you know why it's better?"

"Because you're gorgeous!"

She smiled. "Because it always feels better to have someone else give you pleasure. To share it. That was another reason why your mother brought you here. To make sure you understand that sex isn't just about locking yourself in your bedroom. It's about sharing." She brought my cock back to her lips. "And now I want you to share your hot come with me."

I hadn't jerked or sucked myself in a week, but even if I'd come five seconds earlier I couldn't have lasted long. Watching this attractive older woman look into my eyes as my huge penis slid in and out of her mouth was overwhelming. She of course knew that I like having my ass played with and I felt her fingernails tickle my anus. "It feels good," I whimpered, and a second later I showed her how much I liked it. I came, and it made my most intense autofellatio orgasm look like a dribble. I squeezed my asscheeks together and pumped spurt after spurt of semen down Elaine's throat, and she swallowed every ounce with ease. Her soft, full lips never surrendered their hold on my penis, and her cheeks hollowed as she hungrily sucked every last drop out of my long shaft.

"Oh, honey, that was so good, there was so much come!" I didn't say anything because I was in a fuzzy, happy daze. "Did you like that?" she asked.

"Uh-huh!"

She winked at me. "I knew you would. Now," she stood and helped me to my feet. "Now we have a different kind of fun."

We walked upstairs, Elaine gently holding my floppy penis and leading me along by my cock. She took me to her bedroom, I saw the huge king-sized bed and the black satin bedspread, but we didn't stop there. We went into the bathroom, which its huge, glassed-in shower.

"I'm a bit hurt that you haven't asked me to take my clothes off," Elaine said, pretending to pout.

"Please! I want you to! I do!"

"Well, if you insist," she said with a smirk. "Why don't you get in the shower first and I'll join you. We have to get you nice and clean."

I didn't know exactly why I needed to get nice and clean, but it sounded fine to me. Since my mother ordered me to obey Elaine, obey I did. I twisted the big silver knob and felt the hot spray fill the shower. I stepped in and let the hot jets massage my body. It was delicious, especially after the wonderful thing Elaine did to me. This was not the punishment I expected, but Mother knows best, doesn't she?

I couldn't see clearly through the crazed glass of the shower doors, but I could tell that the bathroom door opened, and I saw Elaine walk in. All I could make out was a curvy pink silhouette coming toward the shower. I was already hugely erect before she even opened the door. 

She was gorgeous. Not a hardbody by any stretch of the imagination, and still gorgeous. Her breasts were large and full, and if the sagged a bit under their weight that only inflamed my lust even more. Her nipples were wide and pink and swollen. She had broad, smooth hips and the tiniest roll of soft flesh around her belly. Her skin was smooth and clear, dotted with a few cute freckles on her shoulders. And of course she had that lovely face, smiling mischievously up at me, and those soft hands with their long, sexy fingernails, which reached between my legs and caressed my penis.

"You have the biggest, thickest, most beautiful penis I've ever seen," Elaine said with obvious delight. "No wonder you couldn't resist sucking on it."

I'm not used to getting compliments about my looks and it was nice to hear her say that. I tried to return the favor. "I don't know how anyone could ever resist you."

She kissed me on the cheek. "That's sweet." She took a bottle of liquid soap from a shelf. "Let's get you clean, and I'll show you how irresistible I can be."

For the next ten minutes Elaine's soapy hands and fingers found every sensitive nook and cranny of my body. She washed my armpits, my stomach, my feet, my testicles, my penis. When she filled her hands with creamy soap and wrapped her fingers around my cock and started pumping, pumping, pumping, I thought I would lose my mind.

"I'm gonna come!" I whimpered.

She laughed. "No you won't! I can keep you from coming before I'm ready for it.I can keep you on the brink for as long as I want..." And that's what she did, alternately stroking me like a well-oiled machine and then letting my cock just throb in her hands. This, at last, felt like punishment. But it was the kind I could take for as long as she could dish it out.

"Turn around, honey," she said. I rotated, and she reached around with her left to caress my cock. With the other, she lathered my ass. Her nimble fingers probed me gently, careful not to scratch me there with her fingernail. 

"Do you like that?" she asked.

"Yes!" I groaned. Never in my young life had I imagined pleasure so perfect. 

"You like my finger up your ass?"

"Yesssss."

"Can I use something else?"

I looked over my shoulder. "What do you want to use?"

She reached for the shelf, moved aside two shampoo bottles, and produced a cylindrical bar of soap. It was sculpted in the shape of a thick, veiny penis, with a big bulbous scrotum. 

I said, "Oh, God, yes."

She wet the dildo under the showerhead and then she reached around to take my cock in hand again. Then I felt the slippery head of the soap probe my anus. It was far bigger than the dowel rod I'd used. Elaine took her time inserting it between my cheeks, but when she did it was absolutely incredible. The fat knob forced my sphincter open and then once inside it self-lubricated with every stroke. 

Elaine said, "You beautiful boy. It looks so nice sliding in and out between your cheeks."

"It...feels...so...good!"

She kept pushing it into my ass and tickling my cock and I was almost delirious with pleasure. I put my hands on either wall of the shower to keep myself from collapsing. My head lolled back and forth and I wiggled my hips to get the dildo deeper inside me and Elaine's soapy hand up and down my cock. 

"I have to come!" I sobbed.

"I know, honey, but not just yet. Isn't this incredible?"

"Yes!"

"Then let's do something I think we're really going to love."

She removed the cock from my ass and released my penis from her tender grip. I groaned. "But I love doing this."

"Trust me. You'll like what I have planned next even better. I know I will."

She dried me with a fluffy towel, but she wouldn't let me touch her. "Not just yet," she said as my hands sought out her breasts. "Can't give away all my secrets at once."

She led me from the bedroom, but we didn't go to the bed as I expected. We walked down a long hallway to the last room on the left.

"You have to understand, my husband and I were married a long time," she said. "We knew what each other liked. We took the time to find out what we both enjoyed. That's important with someone you have sex with, find out what really turns them on."

She opened the door. I looked inside. "Oh, jeez."

It would seem that Elaine and her husband enjoyed a little bit of bondage now and then. I guessed that from the manacles attached to the walls, the straps and restraints lying on the table by the bed, and from the bed itself, which looked like something that might have been used on infidels during the Inquisition. It had a metal framework built around it, chains hanging from the metal struts, and all sorts of weird collars and pulleys that I couldn't figure out and didn't really care to.

"Go on," Elaine said. "Climb on the bed."

"I, uh, I don't know."

"Honey," Elaine said, "if you don't do exactly as I say, and your mother finds out, well, it's going to be very unpleasant for you. I promise you'll love what I'm going to do to you. I doubt you'll be so lucky with your mom."

What choice did I have. "What do I have to do?"

"Get on the bed and lie down." I did. "Put your legs in these collars." I did. "Your wrists, put them in these restraints." I did. I didn't want to, but I did.

"Don't you just look delicious," she said. She leaned down and kissed my stomach, my nipple, my lips. "Have you had fun so far?"

"Yes."

"Now I'm going to have some fun."

Elaine walked to the head of the bed, where I could only see her in my peripheral vision. "Now I'm going to find out just how flexible you are." There was a winch, and she slowly turned it. The metal thread that held the restraints tightened, tightened, until they lifted my legs up off the bed. She cranked until my legs were over my head, my ass in the air, my cock in my face.

She walked around me, letting her nails graze my arms, my ribs, my ass. "You look so yummy," she said.

"What are you doing?" I said, trying to keep the strain out of my voice. 

"I want to see your technique. I want to see how well you give head."

"I thought I wasn't supposed to do that anymore."

She smiled down at me. "You're supposed to do whatever I say."

I leaned forward to capture my glans in my mouth. "Should I make myself come?"

"Do your best."

It was hard because I couldn't use my hands, but I sucked my big head into my mouth and went to work. I bobbed my head up and down as far as I could, swirling my tongue like mad, doing everything I could to make myself come. I needed to come so bad. 

"Feel good, honey?" Elaine said.

"Umph! Um-hmm!"

"Then how does this feel?" 

I sensed her moving down between my legs. And then, oh my God, I felt her tongue burrow into my puckered asshole. "Huhhh!" I groaned. It was absolute heaven, I had my cock in my mouth, and Elaine's wet tongue rimming my anus. She pulled my sphincter open with her fingers and drove her tongue deep inside me. I sucked faster and faster on my cock, not caring at how dirty and weird this situation was, just wanting to COME so bad.

"Are you going to come, honey!" Elaine said.

"Uhhh!"

"Do you want to come, babydoll?"

"UHHHH!!!"

"Then go ahead."

I sucked, she licked, I sucked and sucked and sucked and I felt the big plum in my mouth swell as my orgasm burst. It felt so good to have my cock in my mouth but if felt so much better with Elaine's darting tongue ravaging my rectum. I pulled my mouth away for just a second. "CUMING!" I gurgled.\

Elaine leapt up from between my legs and crawled beside me. My penis finally erupted and she seized my cock and held it as my come flowed into my mouth. After a few spurts she pulled my penis free and capped her own mouth over the tip, drinking me down. Then she leaned down and kissed my lips, her come-coated tongue caressing my own. 

"Tastes so good," she moaned.

"It feels so good."

"Don't you love feeling it shoot in your mouth?"

I hated to admit it, but, "Yes."

"It feels any better when it comes inside you. You'll never know what that feels like. Even you can't twist yourself into position to get that big cock up your ass."

"No, I don't think so."

I was exhausted. Elaine seemed to sense this, because she went to the winch and cranked me down. But not all the way. My legs were still high in the air, splayed open, my cock and balls and ass still totally exposed.

Elaine walked around me, again letting her sexy nails scrape all over my body. "Aren't you letting me down?" I asked.

She laughed. "Oh, no. So far you've had all the fun. Now it's my turn." Maybe it was me, but her tone sounded ominous.

She went to a closet against the far wall and opened to big wooden doors. I couldn't see what she was doing behind it, but it looked like she was putting something on.

"Honey?" she called.

"Yes?"

"You think I'm attractive, don't you?"

"Oh my God, yes!"

She giggled. "You think I'm...hot?"

"Yes."

"Danny, do you want to fuck me?"

I couldn't believe it. Was I going to lose my cherry? I'd come twice already but I definitely had another load in me. "I'd LOVE to!"

"Well, in that case, then I guess you won't mind if I fuck you first."

She closed the closet door. Elaine stood there wearing some kind of harness with black leather panties. I looked between her legs, and sticking out from those panties was a long, pink dildo that had a huge scrotum hanging down.

"Oh my God!" I cried.

"Your mother said she was going to make you cry for help," she giggled. "I think about what she had in mind."

"Oh, no, no!"

"You'll love it, honey." Elaine said as she advanced on me. She had a big tube of lubricant in her hand. "You'll love it."

She reached down and it seemed like she flipped a switch. Sure enough, I heard a faint buzzing, and a blissful smile spread over her lips. "See, that hits me in just the right spot. Every time I thrust, that makes me feel very, very good. So we both get to have fun."

I was scared but I was more excited. "Please!" I wasn't sure if I meant, "Please, no!" or "Please, fuck me!"

It didn't matter. Elaine crawled between my legs and smeared the cool lube all over my anus, sliding her finger deep inside me. She applied the slippery stuff to the big pink dildo, and she grabbed my hips and started sliding the superhard probe into my ass.

"When you met me, you thought I was just a sweet, innocent old lady, didn't you?"

"Yes!" I moaned as my anus was stretched further than ever before.

She pushed forward until all six pink inches were inside me. I felt the faint buzzing of the vibrator that doubtless was exciting her clitoris. "Well, honey, I think you've figured out by now that I'm a little bit wild."

To prove her point she grabbed my hips and started fucking me. Not too hard, not too fast, but hard enough and fast enough that I shrieked with pleasure. It was humiliating, strapped to a bed and getting penetrated by a 50-year old woman, but I didn't care. It felt so incredible that I screamed, "Fuck me! Fuck me up the ASS!"

"Feel good?" Elaine asked.

"Yes!"

"Want to feel even better?"

"Yes, yes!"

She paused long enough to fill her hands with the lubricant. Then she wrapped her fingers around my cock and started jerking me off as she fucked me. 

I lost control of my body. I floated on a cloud on pure ecstasy. Her long-nailed fingers stroked my cock, her big pink cock pumped in and out of my asshole, I looked up and saw Elaine's kind, gentle face smiling down at me.

She closed her eyes and moaned. "Oh, honey, I think I'm gonna come." She fucked me faster, faster. "Oh, honey, yes, yes!" She tightened her grip on my cock and used my dick and an anchor so she could fuck me harder. The buzzing vibrator hit just the right spot and her full lips split into a huge grin. 

"You know how I said you'd never feel someone come inside you?" she said.

"Uh-huh."

Her mouth fell open. "Well, I hope you enjoy this." She released my cock, drove herself deep inside me, and she reached down to grab the big testicles swinging below the shaft. She squeezed them, and I felt something liquid and warm ooze into my rectum. There must have been some kind of creamy goo in there and Elaine shot it up my ass. "Come in, me, uhh, Elaine! Come in me!"

When she was done, she took hold of my slippery cock and started on me again. "Do you have one more in you?" she teased.

"Oh, at least."

"That's all we have time for today, honey." She put more lube on my cock and started stroking me with both hands. She greased up my huge shaft and pumped me so hard she was bouncing up and down on the bed, and that made the big pink dick in my ass wiggle deliciously.




Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 01



"Come, Danny."

"Oh!"

"Come."

"Oh, oh, uhhh!"

"Come," she cooed. "I want to see you come. I want to see you come all over me. I want you to see you come all over my hands. You love how soft my hands are, don't you? Then come. You love watching my fingers curl around your big cock. So come. Come. You love my fingernails, you love how they look, how they feel on your skin? Then come." Her hands were a blur, the wet sloppy sounds her slippery hands made were wonderfully sexy and exciting. But her kind, gentle, loving voice finished me. "Come, Danny. Come. Come. Come."

My semen lacked the firepower to shoot to the ceiling, instead it just flowed out like hot white lava, covering her loving hands in my sticky seed. She jacked me off until I ejected every drop of sperm in my balls. 

I don't know how long I was passed out, but I woke to the sounds of the winch lowering my rubbery legs to the bed. "Are you OK, honey?"

"I think so," I said.

Elaine kissed my forehead, and then she helped me to my feet. "Why don't you take a shower while I clean up?" I was too drained to offer to help. I staggered to the shower, washed the come and the lube and the smell of hot, dirty sex from my tingling body. I toweled off, and when I came out of the bedroom my clothes were waiting. I dressed and walked out to the living room.

Elaine was there with a glass of lemonade. "Well, I think you learned your lesson today, didn't you?"

"There was a lesson I was supposed to learn?"

She winked. "Of course. You learned that it's more fun to play with a friend than by yourself."

"I sure learned that," I said, taking a deep drink. I realized how thirsty I was.

"Next time we'll do some other things."

I coughed. "You mean, there WILL be other times? I was afraid, well, you wouldn't do this with me again."

She laughed and looked like I was nuts. "Do you think that if I only had one shot at that massive cock I wouldn't fuck you? No no no. I have all sorts of plans for you, darling. But I think I'll wait awhile before I take your cherry. I'll save that for awhile, so I have something wonderful to look forward to."

The doorbell rang. "That would be your mother," she said in her musical voice, and she went to answer it. I was so stunned, so shocked, so insanely happy that I just sat there and drank lemonade. 

Mom joined us in the kitchen, she declined Elaine's offer of lemonade, and said we had to be going. I didn't know if I was expected to hug or kiss Elaine goodbye, but she solved the problem for me by giving me a motherly peck on the cheek. "We had a nice time," she told my mother.

"He learned his lesson?" she asked.

"Oh yes."

"Good."

"Stop by whenever you want," Elaine told me. I looked at Mom, and she nodded. 

"Oh, I, uh, maybe I'll come over tomorrow."

"When you're homework is done," Mom said.

"Oh, sure."

We said our final goodbyes, and then Mom and I got in the car.

We drove in silence for the first few minutes. I was memorizing the way back to Elaine's house. 

"You liked Elaine?" Mom asked.

"Oh, yes."

"Good. I'm glad you liked her." This was a very, very strange conversation.

So I made it stranger. "Mom? Thank you."

She frowned at me. "Don't say thank you. In fact, don't say anything. I did this because I thought it would be better for you to learn about...you know...from a woman like Elaine instead of doing whatever it was you were doing that day I walked in on you." She shuddered. "Anything would be better than that."

"Oh. OK." I said. I kept my mouth shut as long as I could. "But thank you, anyway."

"I said don't thank..."

"Just let me say this now and I'll never say it again. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you thank you."

She looked like she might bite my head off. Then she softened a bit, and she said. "You're welcome."

And we drove the rest of the way home in contented silence.



Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 02



Sitting in the cafeteria that Monday afternoon, smiling dreamily over my pork turnover and mashed potatoes, I noticed that my friends were staring at me. "Dan, what's wrong with you?" my buddy Chris asked. "The whole week you've looked...I don't know..."

"Happy," Vince said.

"Yeah, happy. What the hell do you have to be happy about?"

What indeed? I forked potatoes into my mouth and displayed my Cheshire cat grin. Of course I couldn't tell them about Elaine, about the wonderful woman who had spent the last week tying my into the most delicious knots imaginable. I mean that almost literally-the four times I'd gone to visit her the past week I'd spent most of the time strapped to the bed in what she called her "Fun Room", with my legs over my head and my cock in my mouth and Elaine doing all sorts of slippery things to my ass. 

I'd discovered the cure for teenage angst-regular, no-strings-attached sexplay. I would drive to Elaine's house with an erection and swollen testicles and leave covered in sweat and walking on air. I wasn't as consumed with thoughts of sex because I knew that I would actually HAVE a woman touching my cock in the near future, unlike my miserable, frustrated buddies. 

So as my friends and I left the cafeteria I held my head high, my stride was confident and full of purpose. I was on cloud nine, knowing that in a few hours I would be at Elaine's house and her tongue would be rimming my anus while I sucked myself off. Had I known at the time what awaited me there, and in my near-future, I wouldn't have been so cocksure. I was about to learn that there are always strings attached with sex, of one sort or another. 

But that was later. For now I was feeling pretty good about myself. So when I turned the corner and crashed into Bridget Landau, my reaction was different than it once might have been. Before I would have blushed crimson and stuttered and sputtered apologies, too intimidated to make eye contact and too horny to keep from staring at her breasts.

But that was before. Now, I gently took her shoulder to steady her and I said, "Oh, I'm sorry. Are you OK?"

"Watch where you're going, fuckwad!" she spat, giving me a look that made my three buddies shrink back like she was the Gorgon herself. 

"You're right, my mistake," I said, suavely ignoring the fact that it was her fault. "My mistake. Here," I knelt to pick up the cell phone she'd been talking into when she blundered into me.

"If it's broken, you're buying me a new one, asshole." Her friends stared me down, waiting for me to wilt.

But I was imperturbable. I handed over the phone with a smile. "It looks fine." She grabbed it out of my hand. "Asshole," she said, walking by me without another glance. Her bitches-in-waiting trailed behind, each giving me a dirty look. The smile never left my lips.

"Jesus Christ," Vince said, "I about shit my pants."

"Why?" I asked. 

"Why? That was...Bridget Landau!" He spoke her name as if he feared it would bring a curse down upon him. 

That may seem to be the overdramatics of a teen-age boy, but I should explain about the aforementioned Bridget. When I say that she was the prettiest girl in the school, I'm not saying anything. There are girls all over the country who are the prettiest in their schools. But compared to Bridget Landau, they're all plow horses. Bridget was absurdly gorgeous. There was no reason for a girl to be so beautiful, sexy, juicy, all-out delectable. Her hair was of the golden sunset, her eyes blue as the sapphire. Her breasts floated like twin scoops of meringue, her legs and ass so wonderfully sculpted that it was as though God had chained Michelangelo to a block of marble and given the instruction, "Make it perfect!", then used the finished product as her template. She was, I mean to say, HOT.

She was also a colossal bitch, a girl who could give lessons in haughtiness to Anna Kournikova. She terrorized the school, belittling boys who wanted to date her, scorning girls who wanted her friendship, manipulating the teachers, both male and female, who could not disguise their own feelings of inadequacy in her presence. The rumor was that Bridget was still a virgin, not out of any Puritan beliefs on her part, but that she'd never met a guy she thought worthy enough to win a prize as exalted as her maidenhead. 

The fact that I'd stood up to her, even in this petty way, stunned my friends. "What the hell has gotten into you?" Chris said. 

I shrugged and said, "Maybe I've come to see that I have some good qualities too." And that's how a left them, shaking their heads as I walked to my next class. I chuckled as I imagined what Bridget's reaction would be if she saw me with my pants down, my enormous dick hard as steel, my legs in the air, and my mouth all over myself, sucking my cock until I came. THAT might impress her, I thought. 

The school day crawled by, but it eventually ended and I raced home from the bus stop. Tensions at home had gradually declined the past week, but when I came through the door my mom gave me a sour look. "Going out again?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah."

"You have to do your homework first."

"OK, sure." I went straight to my room. That was the deal, homework first, blowjobs later. I raced through my math problems and took notes on "The Merchant of Venice" and an hour later I was ready to go.

"I'm going!" I called.

Mom came out of the kitchen. "Are you sure Elaine doesn't mind you bothering her every day?"

"She hasn't said so."

I felt a bit bad for Mom. Discovering your son with his own come dribbling out of his mouth and a homemade dildo sticking out of his ass is a shock you don't get over in a week, and now she also had to contend with me going over to Elaine's every day to do God knew what. I think Mom longed for the days when I thought girls were yucky and all I wanted to do was play cops and robbers. Those days, I thought as I climbed in the car and pointed it toward Elaine's house, were definitely over. 

Elaine welcomed me in with a kiss on the cheek. "And how are you today?" she asked, feeling my crotch with the palm of her hand. "Ooh, he feels heavy today."

"Is today the day?" I asked anxiously. Elaine had so far declined to fuck me, and I was desperate to get my cock inside her.

"I think not," she said. "I have something else in mind for today. Shall we?"

I was disappointed, but not so much that I didn't practically skip up the stairs to the Fun Room. I obediently lay on the bed and let Elaine truss my wrists and ankles. She cranked me up and I moistened my lips with my tongue, anticipating that I would soon have my cock in my mouth.

But Elaine stopped me when my legs were only half in the air, the cords suspending my ass about three inches off the ground. "Oh, boy," I thought. The other time Elaine did this she gave me head while she fucked my ass with a skinny glass dildo. I'd come in quarts. 

"Honey," she said, "I need to ask a favor from you."

A favor? "Oh my God, anything," I said. What wouldn't I do for this wonderful woman? 

She told me what she wanted me to do. "No way!" I bleated. "No! Huh-uh!"

Her full, friendly lips curled in a pout. "Oh honey, please."

"No!"

She sighed. "I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but..." She went to the closet where she held all her "toys". A mouse of fear ran up my spine. I was tied up, helpless. She could do whatever she wanted to me. I knew she had dildos and lotions and restraints in there, but what if she had bludgeons, hammers, snippers?

I didn't like the looks of the object she eventually produced. It was a dildo, about 12-inches long, made of steel or aluminum. It wasn't thick, not much thicker than a pencil, but the bulbous head was a bit larger than a grape. It had a wide, squared off base, and a long electrical cord dangled from that end. In the middle of the cord was a small plastic box that housed a circular switch.

She took her time lubricating it with a clear jelly, and then she smeared my ass with the same stuff. "Now, just relax," she said as she snaked the rod up my ass. She slipped it in inch by inch, until I thought it would pop out my mouth. "There we go," she said. She plugged in the electrical cord and sat next to my on the bed, brushing a few stray hairs from my face. Her light red hair framed her warm, motherly face. "Are you absolutely sure you won't accommodate me?" she asked, her voice light and sweet.

"Elaine, please don't hurt me!"

"Will you, or won't you?"

My lips felt thick. "I won't!"

She held up the circular switch so I could see, and then her manicured thumbnail moved it left. There was a soft "hummmmm" sound, and the head of the dildo began vibrating deep in my rectum. My soft cock sprang up like an antiaircraft missile locking on target.

"Uhhh..." I groaned in delight. That grape-sized head was buzzing softly inside me and it felt wonderful.

"Will you do it now?" Elaine said.

"Um..."

She didn't wait for an answer. She clicked the switch again and the humming grew louder, the vibrations stronger. "Oh, oh, oh," I babbled.

"Good, isn't it?"

"Yes!"

"Wouldn't it be wonderful if I sucked your cock right now?"

"Yes!"

"I will, as soon as you promise to do what I asked. And I take promises very seriously. If you break your promise, I won't want to have fun with you anymore. So, will you be a good boy and do as I ask?"

"No!"

She clicked the switch. Sweet Jesus, it felt so good! I would have given anything to have a tongue licking the head of my cock. I needed friction so BAD! My penis was hard as the dildo shoved up my ass. The vibrations had me on the brink of screaming.

"Ready to give in yet?"

"N...n...n..."

Click. I screamed. I screamed from the perfect combination of agony and ecstasy I endured. It felt so good, and yet it killed my that my penis, that totem of sexual pleasure, stood huge and hard and nothing touched it but air. The vibrations in my anus were now so strong that my cock was actually beginning to shiver. I few more clicks and I might be able to come just from the vibrator.

Elaine stroked my face. "You're at four right now, darling. At five, you'll agree to help me. At six, you'd knock over a liquor store if I asked. At seven, you'd betray your country. At eight, you'd sell your own mother into slavery." She smiled in that sweet, innocent way of hers. "Want to save me the trouble?"

I couldn't speak, I could only scream. So I shook my head. Click. It felt like the lower half of my body had been lowered into a deep-fryer, all I felt was liquid heat in my ass and cock. 

I mumbled something. "What's that, honey." I tried repeating it, but my lips wouldn't work. "Are you saying you'll help me?" I nodded my head like a horse trying to shoo away flies. Elaine kissed my lips. "Thank you so much, honey, I appreciate this."

She clicked the switch twice and the vibrating bean up my ass slowed enough for me to stop sweating. Elaine went to the winch and started cranking my legs back. Slowly, bit by bit, my pink torpedo crept toward my lips. "Oh, come on!" I begged. The fat plum loomed closer, closer. I stuck out my tongue and wiggled it back and forth as Elaine slowly folded me in half. 

At last the tip of my tongue grazed the tip of my dick, and I croaked, "Ungh, more!" She kept cranking, and at last I was able to slurp my dick into my hungry mouth. "Ohh...ahh!" I groaned in relief as I gobbled myself up. I jerked my head forward and back like a strutting turkey, causing my penis to slip and slide around the inside of my mouth. My tongue never stopped swirling around the head, and I knew I wasn't going to last long.

"Can I have some?" Elaine asked, pulling my cock away from my slobbering lips and engulfing it in her own mouth. "Oh, yes, Elaine!" I was getting a double-header blowjob, with mine one of the heads. We went back and forth, taking turns, Elaine licking my shaft when my helmet was inside my mouth. "Is it OK if I swallow it?" she asked.

I didn't want to share my semen, but that would have been rude. "Sure, go ahead." Elaine deep-throated me once, twice, making my shaft shiny with her spit, and then she wrapped her fingers around me and started pumping and her mouth captured my glans and she started bobbing her head up and down, up and down. And then, damn her, I heard a soft "click, click, click" as she turned the vibrator up to the setting marked "betray your country". 

The vibrations went straight up my dick, straight up my spine, straight into the pleasure center of my brain. I screamed, I flat-out screamed in ecstasy as my prostate swelled and clenched and I erupted in a Krakatoan-scale orgasm. Elaine clamped her lips around the crown of my pumping penis and drank my heavy cream. 

The world swam before my eyes, I thought I might faint. Huge sprays of semen shot from my cock and Elaine swallowed them all. When, after what seemed a full minute, my penis stopped its twitching, Elaine switched the dildo off.

"Hyuhhh!" I groaned. I'd rather hoped she would leave it in my rectum for the rest of my life. But no. She slowly withdrew the probe from my ass and set about cleaning it. "Thank you, Danny," Elaine said. "I promise, you'll enjoy yourself."

As the echoes of my orgasm died away I slowly realized that I had, indeed, promised to do Elaine's bidding. I was horrified, but what could I do? She was irresistible. She could play me like a piano. I let out a long, deep breath and shut my eyes. What had I gotten myself into? 

**********

Five days later, a beautiful Saturday evening, I lied to my parents and told them I was going night fishing with my buddies. I told my buddies that I was going to visit my grandparents with my folks. With both groups of people who cared about me properly deceived, I drove to Elaine's house, already sick to my stomach.

I also had a relentless hard-on. One of the conditions Elaine made me promise to was no masturbating during the week, oral or otherwise. I also wasn't allowed to come visit her during the week. Even though I was scared and nervous, my dick was hard as a chisel. 

You may be wondering, just what did she want me to do? And perhaps you're thinking some other things as well. For example, why did Elaine, who seemed the very model of the kind, suburban housewife, have what amounted to a dungeon in her comfortable house? How was it that this sweet, motherly woman liked watching me suck myself off and cornholing me with a wide variety of dildos. Rather odd, yes?

I pulled up to her house at 8PM and was relieved to find no other cars in the driveway. Guests were expected, you see. Elaine was throwing a party. And yours truly was the entertainment.

Elaine may have appeared a boring housewife, but she was nothing but. After she broke me to her will with that damned vibrator she told me about the variety of sexual practices she and her late husband enjoyed. It was a big part of their lives, and they had a large group of like-minded friends who got together once a month or so to, ah, party. It was at one of these gatherings that I was to perform. And you won't need three guesses to figure out what I was supposed to do.

"Honey, hello," Elaine said, greeting me with a kiss on the cheek. She looked great, her rich red hair done up in an elaborate bun. She wore tan shorts and a white T-shirt, very casual for her, which meant that she wasn't yet dressed for the party. Either was I, I soon learned. 

Elaine led me into her big bathroom and told me to strip. I did, and when I was naked I turned to see that she too was nude, her big white breasts arousing me to a fever pitch. I reached for them and she gently slapped them away. "Wait, honey." 

She had me turn the shower on, and when I turned around her thick red hair was covered by a white shower cap. "Oh, that's sexy," I teased.

She opened the cabinet below the sink and produced the thick, white dildo made of soap that she'd reamed me with the one time before. "Oh, jeez!" I whimpered, my giant cock throbbing with anticipation. 

She joined me in the shower and lathered me with a spicy-smelling body wash, before she spread my cheeks and fucked me with the hard soap dildo. "I have to get you nice and clean back there for the party," she said. "You don't have to go to the bathroom, do you?"

"No," I groaned. "I haven't eaten since early this morning, and I went before I came here."

"Good, can't have you taking a shit when one of my friends has her tongue up you ass, now can I?" She worked the slippery dildo deeper and deeper into my anus, caressing my thighs and my stomach with her long fingernails, but she wouldn't touch my cock. "Please, jack me off!" I begged.

"I need you at fever pitch," she soothed. "You'll get to come soon enough, I promise."

She rinsed me clean and patted me down with a huge, heavy terrycloth towel. She took me by the hand and led me to a bedroom at the back of the house. "My friends will be here in an hour or so. I'll come get you when we're ready. And I want you to wear these," she pointed at two objects on the bed.

"Oh, come on!" I whined.

"You want everyone to see your face?" she said with a wicked grin.

"No, but, jeez."

"Be ready in an hour," she chirped and turned on her heel and left.

I resisted trying on the two items for as long as I could, but after the clock on the nightstand showed forty minutes passed I figured I 'd better get "dressed". The first item was a pair of leather shorts, shorts so tight I had to squirm to get my erection tucked inside. The back of the shorts were secured by a thin stripe of Velcro, and the first time I put them on the Velcro ripped open and I popped out with an almost audible, "FWAAANG!" But I adjusted things and was able to put them on without it cutting of circulation to my dick.

The second item was a leather mask that fit over my head and eyes but left my mouth open. I put it on, it was hot and uncomfortable, but it did hide my face. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked absolutely ridiculous. 

"Oh, honey, you look MARVELOUS!" Elaine said as she came to see how I was coming along. She reached down and caressed my cock through the skin-tight leather. "I can hardly keep myself from sucking you off right now."

"You look great, too," I said, amazed. She wore a tight white leather corset, a white garter belt, white stockings, white-high heels, and elbow-length white satin gloves. "Who are you supposed to be, Glenda the Good Dominatix?"

"Close," she said, kissing me on the cheek. The doorbell rang. "Ah, the first arrivals. I'll come get you soon." She rubbed my cock again. "They're going to love you, sweetheart."

I waited another fifteen minutes, taking the mask off because it was too hot. I heard the doorbell ring another six times, and the sounds of conversation and laughter filtered up from downstairs. I was trembling.

I heard slow, soft footsteps come up the stairs, and Elaine appeared in the doorway. "My friends are here, and they can't wait to meet you." She saw I was scared, and she said, "No one down there wants to hurt or embarrass you. They want you to enjoy yourself."

"How many people did you invite?"

"There are 16 people downstairs, ten women and six men." She handed me the mask, and then her eyes flashed as she suddenly remembered something. "Honey, like I said, no one down there wants to hurt you. Now, there are some things we do that you might enjoy, and others you're not quite ready for."

I didn't like the sound of that. "Like what?"

"Well, I can't say. You like it when I fuck you up the ass, don't you?" I nodded enthusiastically. "Some men might not like that. Now, here's the important thing. I'm going to give you a code word. If at any point someone starts to do something you object to, say the code word and they'll stop."

"What might they do?" I asked nervously, my imagination conjuring up a twisted horror show.




Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 02



She smiled. "I can't say. But if things get too heavy, just say the code word."

"What is the code word?"

"Purple. Just like the color. Say, 'purple', and they'll stop. OK?"

"Purple. OK. OK. Purple. Purple."

She kissed my cheek. "Come along, darling. Let's show them your wonderful talent."

It was hard to see through the narrow eyeslits, but Elaine took my by the hand and led me to the foyer. "Ladies and gentlemen," she announced, and she led me into the living room. "This is the young man I've told you about. Please say hello to my new friend, Mr. Big."

I didn't know she was going to introduce me that way, and I blushed. Not that anyone noticed, thanks to the mask. I looked over the room. Everyone was dressed in luxuriant lingerie, the women in corsets and teddies, the men in long silken robes and silk boxers underneath. Many of the women wore heels and stockings, the men were barefoot. Everyone seemed to have a glass of wine in their hands. 

I was relieved to find that, for the most part, the faces confronting me wore friendly, curious smiles. I would say everyone in the room was in their forties and fifties, and everyone was, for the most part, reasonably attractive. I say "for the most part" because there was one woman in the back who was absolutely gorgeous, one of the sexiest women I'd ever seen. Her hair was glossy black and perfectly straight, and she had it pulled back in a long, shimmering ponytail. Her cheekbones were magnificently sculpted, her lips full and painted a rich, creamy red. She wore a black brassiere that cupped her high round breasts, black silk panties, and sheer black stockings that accentuated her long dancer's legs. She looked at me with obvious relish. 

"You might be wondering why I call him Mr. Big," Elaine said, and a heavy women whose giant jugs spilled over her black corset shouted, "Let me guess!" 

Elaine stood behind me, her fingers running up and down my chest, her nails coming closer and closer to my groin. "Come on, let's see it!" another woman called out. 

"You want to see it?" Elaine said.

A huge "Yes!" came from the crowd.

She slipped her hand to the back of my ass and rrrrrrip! She tore the Velcro fastener and with a flourish whipped the leather shorts above her head. "Ta-da!"

It was a bit demeaning to be treated this way, like I was a piece of meat. But it wasn't so bad because of the reaction I received, a chorus of "oohs!" and "ahhs!" and "I wanna get fucked by THAT!" The sexy woman in the back of the room looked at my phallus and I could see a feral gleam in her eye that excited and frightened me at the same time.

Elaine said, "Please, if you like, come closer, take a good look at this AMAZING penis. If you simply have to touch him, hands only, please. Try to resist the temptation to suck him." A groan went up from the women advancing on me. Then Elaine added, with a devilish grin, "For now, anyway."

One by one the women stepped up to fondle my penis. "Tickle tickle," the hefty woman with the huge breasts said as she wrapped her cool hands around my shaft and played with the big helmet with her long, manicured nails. "You like that?"

I nodded, not sure if I should speak. the women stroked me to even greater hardness, but when that especially hot woman came forward to see me up close she dropped to her knees, grabbed me with both hands, and started pumping. "I'm going to fuck you," she said in a deep, smoky voice. "I'm going to sit on you and fuck your brains out. I'm gonna make this big cock MINE." She had me rocking back and forth as my thick meat slide in and out of her hands. 

"Julia," Elaine scolded, "that's enough!"

"I want him to come," she hissed, "I want to see it spurt. Big fucking cock."

"Now now, plenty of time for that later." Elaine gently pushed Julia away and the gorgeous brunette reluctantly rose to her feet. "And now, if you will all gather around, my friend here will demonstrate his unusual and fascinating talent."

Elaine took me by the hand and led me to the center of the big living room. My cock was hard as steel, I was overexcited, I just HAD to come. Knowing what I had to do now should have filled me with fear and disgust, but I have to admit it, my mouth was watering. 

I lay down on the floor, and Elaine said, "Joanne? Crystal? We'll need your assistance." The busty blonde woman in the corset and a equally curvy woman in a shimmering green teddy flanked me. I lifted my legs and bent them back. "Take his ankles," Elaine said, "and pull them back, back, back..."

The conversation in the room died as everyone came to understand what I was about to do. I flexed my hamstrings to draw my hips up, and there it was, my big pink head right in my face. I extended my tongue and lovingly fondled the velvety head, making the tip wet with my saliva, and that's when the heat really started to build around my crown. 

"Uhhhh!" I groaned as I began sucking my cock. It felt so fucking good! I hadn't come in five days and I was dying. I moved my head up and down my shaft like the biggest slut in the world, greedy to taste my lover's come. 

The group wasn't quiet anymore. I heard gasps, laughter, a woman said, "Jesus loving Christ!" I was more focused on my cock, on the pleasure radiating out from my glans. I wasn't going to last long, I knew it, and when I came it was going to be hot and thick and there would be pints of my gooey stuff. I couldn't wait to drink it down.

The two women holding my ankles cooed with delight as they watched me from their close-up seats. The bodacious blonde was running her long-nailed fingers up and down my leg, and that was getting me to the finish line even faster. I slobbered all over myself, sucking and sucking and sucking myself, loving the taste of the watery pre-cum leaking out of my helmet, loving the taste of my spongy flesh. "Mmm, mmm, mmm!" I moaned as I satisfied myself with my oral skills.

A man's voice said, "If I could do that, I'd never leave the house."

I might have reflected on the irony that I actually COULD do this and yet I was often outside my home, but I was beyond caring. "Uh, uh, uh!," I groaned around the fat knob in my wet mouth. I let it flop out of my mouth and I stuck out my tongue and flailed at the head like a snake tasting the air, and the crowd went nuts. "Yeah, yeah, treat yourself nice!" a man said. I sucked myself back into my mouth and gnawed on my cock like a dog worrying a bone, before tightening the grip of my lips around the head again and going crazy with my tongue. 

I heard Elaine said, "Nancy, go ahead, I can't believe you didn't attack him already!" I looked down saw an ash blonde head position itself between my legs. Sharp fingernails dug into the tender flesh, and my asshole was prized open. A hungry and moist tongue began rimming me and it was all I could bear. "Huh! Huh! Huhhhh!" I bobbed my head faster and faster and faster, my tongue snaking all over my glans, and I finally hit that wonderful point of no return. "Uh, uh, coming!" I cried. Then I said no more, too desperate to keep my mouth over the pulsating head of my cock. 

I came. Oh, thank God, I came. Tears came to my eyes as the first fibrous gout spurted into my mouth. "Aw, man, shit!" a man shouted, laughing. "Suck it down!"

I swallowed and I wanted more, but Elaine grabbed my shaft and bent it straight up and my next eruption shot in the air. "No!" I cried, that was my come, mine! My semen shot three feet into the air and there were shrieks of delight as my towering prick tensed and fired over and over again. I felt the hot dollops spatter on my chest and face I heard the hollow sound of drops splattering on my mask, and suddenly the woman were on me, tongues fighting for a taste of my seed. Joanne and Crystal eased my legs down and the tongues searched out semen all over my body. 

A mouth closed around my penis and began sucking with painful force, I looked down and saw it was Julia, that gorgeous, scary bitch. Fingernails tickled my testicles, lips teased my ni0pples, a warm mouth suckled the toes of my left foot. I moaned and groaned like an animal. 

Somehow Elaine managed to pry the women away from me. I struggled to my feet, my knees week from the wonderful ordeal I'd just been though. "A round of applause for our talented friend?" Elaine said, and everyone started clapping and whistling. I wasn't sure of the protocol in the situation, but I waved sheepishly to acknowledge them. "Thank you," I said. I felt oddly proud of myself. 

And that's when four of the men grabbed me from behind and chained me to the ceiling. There was a kind of inverted steel T hanging like a chandelier from two very sturdy hooks in the ceiling. Funny, I'd never noticed them before, but I sure as hell noticed them now as the men shackled my wrists in leather bands. 

"Wait, what?" I said. I was about to say "Purple!" but Elaine beat me to the punch by saying, "And now, if any of you care to enjoy our young friend, go ahead. Just be gentle, he's still a bit wet behind the ears. And of course there's plenty of wine in the kitchen..."

As Elaine went off to attend to her duties as hostess, the women advanced on me like wolves after a lamb with a pronounced limp. I was surrounded, and then fingers, lips, and tongues again caressing my body. For the next 20 minutes I was pleasured like an Arabian sheik. One woman stationed herself behind me to tongue my anus. Another slithered between my legs to lick my balls. A woman with heavily mascared eyes and bright red lips took my cock in her hands and swallowed me inch by inch into her warm mouth. The other women played with my nipples and my belly button and any other bare patch of skin on my body. Every few minutes they would change places, and I would feel a new tongue invade my rectum, a new tongue swirling over my fat mushroom. I just throbbed with all the ecstasy I felt as these wonderful women pleasured me. 

These weren't runway models, no Playboy centerfolds, except maybe for that scary brunette who, I saw with a quick look around, hadn't joined in. These women were in their forties and a bit beyond, and they looked their age. Their breasts sagged a bit, they had tummies. They weren't as tight and taut as the girls I went to school with. But these women were absolutely gorgeous. A naked woman, even if she doesn't spend four hours a day at the gym, is a NAKED WOMAN, sexy and beautiful in her own way. And these women had me hard as a rock and enjoying myself in ways that my inexperienced imagination never dreamed of. 

Crystal, the blonde woman with the huge breasts, brandished those big beauties in my leather-bound face. "You ever tit-fuck a woman?" she asked. She didn't wait for an answer. She knelt between my legs and clamped my saliva-soaked between her 42D juggs. She grabbed a big globe in each of her hands and rubbed them up and down, up and down, the warm, soft flesh of her tits rubbing together making a sound like sating sheets rustling. She didn't pump my cock in and out of her cleavage, she just trapped my cock in fleshy slot and rotated her tits faster and faster, the friction making it hot and humid in her deep cleft, the big helmet at the end of my cock peeking out from time to time and Crystal took the opportunity to suck it into her mouth.

I couldn't believe it, I was going to come just from her tits. "Oh, oh!" The woman eating my ass leapt to the front to watch me spurt. And, boy, did I ever spurt. I painted Crystal's lovely face with careless spatters of white, then each of the women gathered around took a turn drinking from my gushing spigot. 

I was exhausted. I wanted to be set free. After my cock went soft, everyone sort of ignored me. I hung there, limp in a number of ways, watching the action. Everyone was having a good time. I guess at orgies you don't see a lot of bored people standing around frowning at the wine and looking at the clock. There were fewer men than women, and so most of the men were double-teamed. Two mouths sucking at one cock, a woman sitting on a man's face and another squatting over his cock. Elaine was helping to blow a modestly-hung gentleman and didn't seem to care a whit that he was only a third as big as me. It was all very friendly, no jealousy, no one trying to exploit anyone else. Except for me, of course, but I knew that going in. It was quite...nice.

I was thinking that happy thought when the dildo was rammed up my ass. "Huhhh!" I grunted. I tried to turn to see who it was that had just stuck me, but I was impaled and as I turned, so did my anal intruder. But it didn't take me long to figure out who it was. My assailant wrapped her arms around my belly, her glittering red nails scratching my ribs. I looked between my legs and I could see the short wooden stool she was standing on to get her high enough to penetrate me. 

"I told you I was going to fuck you," Julia said. "One way or another."

I didn't need the deductive skills of Sherlock Holmes to figure out she was wearing a strap-on. It was big, bigger than the dildos Elaine had thus far inserted inside me, and it hurt more than a little bit. As it slid in and out of me I gathered that she had at least taken the trouble to thoroughly lubricate it, and since my sphincter was already rather dilated from all the rimming I received the pain was manageable. But for how long I couldn't tell. She was fucking me like a jackhammer, the jellified dildo filling my rectum over and over again. My erection immediately returned, and Julia grabbed to give herself ever more leverage to fuck me. 

"I'm going to make you my bitch," she said as she fucked me. "I'm going to make you cry, I'm going to make you my fucking bitch!"

I was moaning, sobbing, with pain and pleasure. I hadn't said "purple" yet, but I was getting close. We'd attracted a crowd again, Elaine and two other women and the man Elaine had been sucking off. Elaine knelt between my legs. "Are you OK, honey?"

I couldn't believe it when I nodded. Elaine took my cock between her lips and started lightly nibbling on me, just caressing me with her lips and tongue. I was in tears under the hood. It really hurt now, but it hurt so fucking good!

"Bitch!" she shrieked. She obviously loved fucking me. I didn't think she would ever stop. My legs started to tremble from the onslaught, I thought I might collapse. Elaine stood and said, "Julia, I think that's enough for now."

She kept pounding away. "Feel that, bitch? Feel good?"

"Yes!" I cried. 

Elaine stepped behind me. "Julia. Enough."

It spoke of the respect they all seemed to have for Elaine that this harpy actually stopped cornholing me. "Oh, all right," she sighed, and withdrew the flexible probe. She gave me a last, stinging slap on the ass before leaving me be. I nearly fainted. It felt so good to be unpinned, but I was still disappointed.

I was catching my breath, the spots fading from before my eyes, when I sensed another presence move in behind me. Something hard and spongy prodded me, and when I turned I got a glimpse of my new invader in my peripheral vision. It was the man who watched Julia fuck me. He was getting in position to repeat the act.

"What are you doing?!"

"Don't worry, I'm lubed up and I'm wearing a rubber," he said, as though that answered my question. And then, with a whhhhump!, he speared me with his dick.

I suppose there are times in many boys' lives when they have questions about their sexual preference. "Am I gay?" is the question they ask themselves. I'd asked myself that question a few times in the past few weeks. I mean, I loved giving myself head, and I loved getting fucked up the ass. I'd never been attracted to a man, but maybe I was repressing it?

Having another man's penis buried inside you gives your attention an immediate and clear focus on that question. The man put his hands on my hips and started fucking me. "Ah, yes, that's good!" he said in his deep voice, his big, strong hands holding my hips in a tender but tight grip as his cock moved in and out of my rectum. 

And it was at this moment, as I was in some way losing my cherry to this man, that I had an epiphany-I wasn't gay. I was straight. I liked girls. Loved them. I didn't like boys. I didn't like men.

And I definitely didn't want one fucking me up the ass!

"Stop!" I bellowed. But he didn't stop, he just went faster. He said, "Oh, so good, so tight!"

"Stop!"

He stopped. "You want me to stop?"

"Yes!!!"

He paused, then started thrusting into me again. "You're just a bit nervous."

I couldn't believe it. I was getting raped in a room full of purple. People. Purple! I'd forgotten the code word. "Purple!" I screamed.

Everyone turned to look at me. Elaine, who had been in the kitchen, rushed in. "Are you OK?" she asked.

"Purple! Blurple purple purple purple!" I motioned with my head at the hard flesh jammed up my rear.

Elaine smiled at the man. "Oh, Gordon, I'm sorry, but our young friend isn't gay.

"I'm not gay either," he said, oddly indignant. "I'm bi!"

"I'm sorry, he isn't bi either."

"He let Julia fuck him, and that dildo she used is twice as big as me! He probably can't even feel me!"

She turned to me. "Can you feel him, honey?"

"Purple..." I groaned. 

A redhead in a black kimono came up and said, "Gordon, I'd love to have you fuck me in the ass. I've never tried that."

"Oh, all right. Let me put on a clean condom..." He pulled out of me with an eggy "Plorp!" and he shook my limp hand. "Sorry about the misunderstanding."

I hung like a marionette from the steel bar, my legs wouldn't support me. "Are you OK, honey?"

I nodded. "Let me guess, that guy is a lawyer."

She looked surprised. "How did you know that?"

"Who else would say, 'I'm not gay, I'm bi'?"

She laughed. "Did you like it?"

"No. I like it with you. I liked it with that scary woman, but she goes too hard. I don't like it with a man."

She helped to get on my feet. "That's OK. Some of my friends are bi, some aren't. Either way is fine. Just do what you want, and don't judge what others enjoy."

"Please, will you untie me?"

"Of course, honey." She unfastened the restraints. I was beat and I must have looked it, even through the mask. "If you want, sneak upstairs, take a shower, and lie down on the bed up there. You said you told your parents you would be out all night, so go to sleep if you want to."

"I think I might do that." And that's what I did. I slipped upstairs without anyone noticing, not hard since just about everyone else was either fucking or being fucked. I took a long shower, paying careful attention to my ravaged anus. I was bleeding, but just a bit. The shower made me very sleepy, and I crashed on the bed and smelled the clean sheets and I started to fade fast. The whoops and moans rising up from the party below no longer held any attraction for me. 

I was nude, and as I drowsed I contemplated my soft penis. "You got me into this!" I scolded. But I can't say I regretted anything. Well, I regretted my mom seeing me blowing myself, but if it hadn't been for that, I never would have met Elaine, and I wouldn't have discovered the many unusual joys of sex. Though, to be honest, I still hadn't HAD sex yet. I was still a virgin, odd as that sounded. 

I was musing on my virginity when, as if on cue, the door flew open and Julia stalked in the room, her long, smooth legs still clad in those sheer black stockings. I realized I wasn't wearing my mask, she could see my face! I started to get up, but she pushed me back down, her soft hair spilling into my face. She mounted me, squatting over my groin, but she made no attempt to grab my dick. "Elaine told me you're still a virgin!" she hissed. "I want you to know, I'm going to have your cherry. I'm going to have it in my teeth!" She put her hands on either side of my face and kissed me savagely, her tongue driving into my mouth, her lips crushing mine, smearing her lipstick all over me. 




Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 02



She got up and walked to the door, her hips swaying sexily with every step. She turned and looked at me, as if seeing me for the first time. "You look kind of familiar," she said, ominously, and then she closed the door.

I shook like a leaf. For a second it was like she recognized me. I still couldn't shake the impression I had that I'd seen her before too. But that was impossible, how could I have forgotten a goddess like that? I let my head fall back on the pillow. She wanted to fuck me. This was a bad thing? She was one of the most gorgeous women on earth. I let my body relax. I'd worry about her later. For now, I was utterly spent. The party went on below late into the night, but upstairs the main attraction fell into a most contented sleep.



Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 03



If you knew the exact day you were going to die, would you be able to function? Could you go about the normal, humdrum minutiae of life knowing the precise date of your demise? Even if you had 80 years ahead of you, would you wake up thinking, "Well, I only get to do that 29,000 more times,"?

I bring this terrifying dilemma to your attention because, as death is one of the defining aspects of life, so is sex, and I happened to know the exact date that I would lose my virginity. It was going to be on Thursday, as a matter of fact. I'd hoped that Elaine's would be the first pussy I would enjoy, but her gorgeous and scary friend Julia demanded that she be the first to enjoy my freakishly large penis. Elaine acquiesced to her wishes. And Thursday was the day. 

I insisted on one condition-Elaine had to be there. At the party where I'd first encountered Julia she had butt-fucked me with a strap-on until I was in tears. I was afraid that during the emotionally vulnerable moment when I lost my virginity Julia would do something vicious and twisted that would fuck me up for life. I trusted and loved Elaine, and knew she wouldn't let me get fucked any other way than the way God intended. If, indeed, God had a hand in this rather messed-up situation. I kinda doubt it.

I was excited, sure. To finally have my penis inside a woman, to bury myself inside a warm, wet vagina...it had me climbing the walls. I loved getting soapy handjobs and enthusiastic blowjobs, but pussy was of course the Holy Grail. Like most guys I'd given myself handjobs. Unlike most guys, I'd given myself blowjobs. But no guy can enjoy pussy without a woman. Unless the guy...well, best not to even think about that. Yuck.

The woman I was going to fuck was incredibly gorgeous, incredibly sexy, and incredibly scary. I guess two out of three ain't bad. Julia demanded that I abstain from sex until the Big Day, and I tried, but it was impossible. On Monday I woke up at 3AM with a hard-on nearly scraping the ceiling. I padded silently to the door and locked it, ensuring that my Mom couldn't blunder in on me as she had several weeks before. I lay on my back and flipped my legs over my head and wedged them in that gap in my headboard. It was harder than usual, I had some trouble tucking myself in a tight enough ball to get my cock to my lips. Out of practice, maybe. 

My mouth was absolutely watering, and I used some of that saliva to get my head nice and wet. I knew from experience that nothing helps transmit every loving touch of your lips and tongue through your cock like a sloppy wet head. Once I was wet enough I wrapped my lips around the fat bulb and started to suck. I was already leaking pre-come from my spigot and the taste made me redouble my efforts. 

I sucked, and I sucked, and I sucked. I had to come soon both because I desperately needed the release and because my stomach muscles were starting to tremble with fatigue. 

"Umm, oh, mmmph!" I moaned as my lips and tongue brought me to a glorious orgasm. I greedily swallowed every drop of my runny load. It felt so good to have the Cloroxy taste of my come in my mouth again. It had been quite awhile since I'd given myself oral pleasure, and even if it was far, far better to have a woman suck my dick, there's something about taking care of yourself that's oddly satisfying. I belched quietly and went back to sleep.

I had even better things to look forward to the next day. I went to visit Elaine with a bright idea. "I want to lose my virginity with you," I said. "Please, let's do it now, and that way I won't be so scared with Julia. She'll never know."

Elaine, her dark red hair pulled up in a matronly bun, smiled but shook her head. "No, honey. You promised your cherry to Julia, and you should keep your promises." She touched my cheek in her motherly way. "And you don't need to worry about having sex with Julia."

"I don't?"

"Of course not. You'll see, sex is the most natural thing two people can enjoy together." Then her smile twisted mischievously. "What you need to worry about is Julia afterwards."

I didn't like the sound of that. "What do you mean?"

"I love Julia, really, but she is a bit of a strange duck."

Calling Julia a "strange duck" seemed a good candidate for Understatement of the Year. "What would she do?"

She laughed. "Who knows? She might try to enslave you, she might crawl after you screaming that she loves you and will kill any woman who looks at you. Her emotions tend to run all over the place."

"Oh, that sounds great," I said, my stomach really starting to churn. "I'm not going through with this."

Elaine's smile vanished. "Oh, you don't want to do that. No, no, no. Julia doesn't handle rejection well. At all. You don't want to do that."

"I'm afraid," I said, and Elaine came over and hugged me, pillowing my head on her big, soft breasts. "Don't worry," she said. "Just enjoy yourself, have sex with her, and everything will be fine."

A simple enough solution. Have sex. Sure. I let my head rest against Elaine's breasts, enjoying their warm, powdery scent. Elaine's hand moved from my shoulder down to my groin. "I'm not sure how Julia will react to getting fucked by this big..." she unbuttoned my shorts, "thick..." she pulled them down to my ankles, "cock." She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started pumping slowly. I sighed with delight as she used her long fingernails to tickle my testicles. Playful lust brightened her dark brown eyes.

"Let's go upstairs," I groaned. Upstairs was Elaine's "fun room", where she had a battery of dildos and restraints and a bed that had cuffs attached to a winch, a bed that helped me fold myself in two. 

"You don't like the way I suck your cock?" Elaine teased.

"Let's suck it together," I panted. 

She took me to the room and put me in the stirrups and cranked my legs back over my head. It wasn't as uncomfortable as the night before but it was still a bit of a strain. But my dick was right in my face, and I opened my mouth and the silky smooth head slipped between my lips. I used my tongue to bathe my cockhead in spit as I watched Elaine pull the pins holding her hair up and drop them on a small table. She shook her hair free and it fell in thick waves about her shoulders. She walked over to a big dresser and pulled open a drawer. "Maybe a toy, for fun?"

I gently gnawed on my knob for a few delicious seconds before I felt Elaine's fingers gliding around my anus, leaving behind a thick layer of lubricating gel. I knew what was coming next and I groaned around the big meaty stick in my mouth. Elaine inserted a thin stainless steel dildo deep inside me, it wasn't thick but it was very long. 

"You like that, huh?" she said.

"Uhh!"

"How about this?" She twisted the end and the probe began vibrating gently inside me. My mouth released its hold on my cock long enough to whimper, "Oh, Jesus."

"Can I have a taste?" Elaine asked. She knelt next to my head and leaned down and wrapped her lips around my throbbing shaft. She was so close I could smell her soft red hair. The dildo hummed inside my rectum and Elaine's lips and tongue ravaged my vulnerable penis.

"I'm gonna come!" I moaned. 

She drew her slavering lips away from my cock. "Not just yet." She fed my cock back into my mouth, let me suck myself for a few spine-melting strokes, and then she took her turn, bobbing her own warm lips up and down my length. It was an awkward position for her but she didn't seem to mind. The frantic expression on my face told her how much pleasure she was giving me. 

"You can have it, if you want," I said as my nerve cells started to fire all at once. "I had a big load last night." I knew Elaine loved swallowing my semen as much as I did. She pulled her lips away long enough to say, "Are you sure?"

"Just save me a taste."

Elaine smiled and forced my cockhead through her pursed lips. The slippery friction drove me over the edge. She sucked it and her nails tickled my balls and the dildo buzzed away and I moaned with joy. I ejaculated and my cock spurted and shook and hot, sticky semen poured down Elaine's throat. 

"Oh my God that's good," Elaine said with an unusual amount of emotion. She daintily cleaned my penis with her tongue. "I can't wait to feel that thing go off like that inside me. Feeling you shoot inside me alone would be enough to make me come."

"Then let's do it now," I said. I wasn't quite hard enough yet but I knew in about ten minutes I would be raring to go.

She kissed me on the lips, her tongue gently moving inside my mouth, giving me that taste of my come that I wanted. She kissed me for a minute, and then I pulled my face to the side.

"What's wrong, honey?" she said.

"Lower me," I gasped. "My abs are cramping."

Elaine brought me back to a prone position and I panted with relief. "That never happened before," she said.

"That's because you've been chaining me to the walls and stuff like that. I'm out of shape."

"Well, rest your stomach muscles. You'll be using them on Thursday.

*****

School that day was torture. My friends irritated me, my teachers bored me, and Bridget Landau, the uber-hottie who ruled our school, wore this jailbait plaid jumper with knee-high socks that made me throb so much I thought there wasn't enough blood flowing to my brain to keep me conscious. She was so incredibly juicy and succulent I almost excused myself so I could go to the bathroom and jerk off.

If I had, I would have had company. My friend Vince said, "Can you believe what she wore today? Jesus Christ. I thought we had a fucking dress code."

Dave said, "What, you wanna be the one to tell her to change?"

"I can't concentrate! She drives me crazy! You'd think one of the teachers would say something to her."

"They're more afraid of her than we are," Dave said.

Bridget did inspire fear as well as lust. I wondered how any man could ever measure up to her standards. I wondered if she was lonely, so isolated by her relentless sexiness that she couldn't have an enjoyable relationship with a man. Then again, she was also the most unpleasant, stuck-up and arrogant person I'd ever met, so who cared if she was miserable? Fuck her, she deserved it.

The day, at last, came to an end. I rushed home, blitzed through my homework, and told my mom I was going "out". She knew where I was going, since she had, after all, put me in Elaine's tender care. Still, knowing that her son was going off to get diddled wasn't cause for cartwheels. 

"What are you going to do when you go away to college?" she asked. "You won't be able to bother Elaine every day."

"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it," I said blithely as I skipped outside to the car. I couldn't be bothered with thoughts of the future when my present was fraught with such import. I was going to pop my cherry!

I pulled into the driveway to find another car already there. Julia's. My hands were shaking Elaine greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the lips. "Are you excited?"

I put her hands on my crotch. "What do you think?"

She bit her lower lip. "Oh my."

"Is she here?"

Elaine nodded, still staring at my groin. Her fingers traced the outline of my cock. "I'll take you to her."

She took me to the "Fun Room", and there she was, the woman who would be my first lover. Her lustrous dark hair was pulled back in a long ponytail, her lips were painted a vivid red, and she wore a black silk teddy that accented every curve of her voluptuous body. Dressed to kill. I involuntarily licked my lips as I looked her over. 

She leapt up from the bed and shrieked, "My cock is here!" She grabbed my zipper and yanked. I looked at Elaine in terror as Julia tore at my clothes with her talons. 

"I guess you're glad to see me," I said meekly.

She pulled out my cock and, without further preamble, capped her mouth over my cock. Her eyes bored into mine as I watched my giant erection stretch her painted lips into a wide O. Then she stopped. "Why should I do all the work? Make yourself hard. I want to watch."

I knew what she meant. Elaine helped me get in the stirrups, and the wheel went clank-clank-clank until my skinny body was folded in half and my penis loomed like a pink torpedo in my face. 

Julia sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. Her long nails played at the edges of her black silk panties as she watched me give myself head. "Suck it," she hissed.

I soon replaced her saliva with mine coating my dick. "Mmm! Mmm!" I moaned as I blew myself. I didn't know if she wanted me to come in my mouth, and I let myself go for a moment. I closed my eyes and felt the lava begin to build inside me. Then I felt fingernails fondling my ass, my testicles, and finally they closed around my shaft. I opened my eyes and Julia was staring at my erection with awe. "Should I come?" I gurgled.

"No! I want you as hard as possible and your balls as full as possible. Are you about to come?

"Yes!" I groaned, engulfing my cock again with my mouth. 

The winch suddenly started clattering, and my legs gradually lowered back to the bed. I sucked my cock as long as possible, but eventually my slavering lips lost contact with my quivering prick. Elaine unshackled me and then stepped aside for Julia, who had removed the teddy and panties. She was so gorgeous, so hot and sexy, I couldn't imagine why a woman like that would want anything to do with a skinny kid like me. I couldn't decide what to look at first, her cruel, smiling lips, her firm, round breasts, or the dark thatch between her legs. 

Julia, however, only had eyes for the big pink thing sticking up between my legs. "Get up," she commanded, and I obeyed. She lay down on the bed and spread her legs wide. "Come on, come on, give me that big fucking cock!"

Elaine stood next to me and tore open a foil package containing an extra-large condom. She daintily rolled it down the length of my phallus. "Now, go slow at first," Elaine said, grabbing my lubricated shaft and guiding me toward Julia's wide-open legs.

Julia said, "Fuck that, put it in me and start pounding."

"He's really big, Julia. He might take some getting used to."

Julia's laugh was a hoarse bark. "We'll see. Come on, I wanna fuck!"

I'd dreamed about this moment since I popped my first boner. Having a gorgeous older woman demand my dick was just about my favorite fantasy. The reality, though, wasn't quite so pleasant. I was scared shitless. I knelt between Julia's legs and Elaine aimed my cock at Julia's pussy. Her opening looked so small compared to my big stick. Elaine rubbed my cockhead up and down Julia's slot, and then I caught in her hole. "Slow," Elaine said, her hand on my buttocks, pushing me.

I guess I expected my cock to sizzle with her heat, expected the sensation to be so intense it would overwhelm me. It wasn't like that. It was tight and snug and warm and slick, but I could handle it. The condom may have helped dull the sensation, but I knew that I wouldn't come in two seconds. That gave me a bit more confidence.

Julia's reaction helped as well. "Holy fucking shit, he's big," she whimpered. "I can feel every vein in his cock." I pulled my hips back and thrust back inside her. Julia groaned. "Elaine...he's huge!"

Elaine pulled my hips, drawing me out, and then she pushed me back in a bit deeper. I exhaled hard. That felt really good. I moved in and out again. It felt really, really good. Wet and tight and the wetness and tightness was all around me. I started thrusting slowly, Elaine's hands still on my hips, not letting go, as though this was my first time riding a bike without training wheels. In and out, in and out. I looked down and saw my huge tool stretching Julia's opening, her labia caressing my shaft with every stroke.

"Sweet Jesus!" Julia cried. She wasn't the arrogant, selfish harpy who fucked me up the ass with such gleeful cruelty. Now I had the power, my cock placing her in my control. I started fucking her faster, deeper, and it felt better and better. The feeling of penetrating her was magnificent, the thrusting of my hips the most natural motion in the world. 

I put my hands on Julia's thighs and started fucking her. Elaine released her hold on my hips and I was pedaling on my own. Julia was so wet that my every thrust made a sexy, sloppy sound. I introduced myself deeper and deeper inside her, until I was buried to the root with every stroke. Her nipples suddenly flushed deep red and tightened into hard plugs, and I busied my thumbs with fondling them. She moaned even louder and she started to sweat all over, a thin sheen of perspiration making her lush body glisten. 

"Elaine, oh God, oh God, he's so fucking good!"

I was getting payback and I loved it. I fucked her a little harder. 

"Oh shit, I'm coming! I'm coming, I'm coming, huhhh!" Her voice broke off and her bright red lips formed a twisted grimace. Her nipples were so hard I thought they might pop off like rivets under too much pressure. She quivered from head to toe as her orgasm exploded inside her, and I kept fucking her through it all. I remembered how Julia had fucked me up the ass and it gave me extra incentive to show my newfound dominance. 

"That's right," I said, "you're my bitch, you're my bitch..."

I shouldn't have been so cocky. As she came her pussy kept quivering and spasming in wonderful rhythmic contractions and one of those frantic squeezes got me in just the right place. That fast, I was about to come. Now it was my turn to moan and shiver. I turned to Elaine and looked at her with beseeching eyes. "I'm gonna come," I whispered in a lost little boy voice. As though she could do something about it.

"Come, honey," Elaine cooed, putting her hand on my buttocks and spurring me on. I thrust faster and faster and faster and Julia gasped and writhed underneath me. The pressure built remorselessly inside my cock every second, until I hit that wonderful point of no return. 

Julia was shrieking now. "Oh shit, you're fucking killing me! Fuck me!" I pistoned myself faster and faster, the delicious pressure building every second, until I hit that terrible point of no return.

Julia was shrieking now, "Shit, you're fucking killing me! Fuck me!" I thrust myself inside her on last time, so deep our pubic hair rustled together, and then the golden sunrise of my first orgasm inside a woman burst over the horizon. My semen flooded the reservoir tip of the condom and jolt after jolt of electric pleasure coursed through my body.

Julia arched her back, forcing me as deep as possible inside her. "It's twitching inside me," she groaned. She was wheezing, taking long, ragged breaths. Her eyes were shut tight. When they opened they were spacy, unfocused, dreamy.

"That was the best cock I've ever had," she said to Elaine, as though I wasn't even there, as though my penis was the only part of me that mattered. "It's not just huge. The shape, it's perfect. It's curved just the right way to hit all your hot spots. It's fucking incredible."

She put her hands over her eyes. "I haven't been fucked like that since Bill Payton stopped swinging with us."

I jerked up, sliding my cock partway out of Julia, who groaned, "No, no, stay inside me!" She wrapped her legs around my waist and shoved me back in. I looked at Elaine, who held a single finger to her lips. Julia rubbed her eyes for another few seconds, then those hawk eyes focused on me. "You just went soft all of a sudden. What the fuck's wrong?"

"Nothing," I stuttered. Elaine came over and put her hands on my hips. She said, "I'm sure he's just a bit in shock about what he's just done."

"Oh, yeah," I mumbled. Elaine unlocked Julia's legs from my waist and slowly eased me out of her pussy. Julia moaned in protest and I extracted myself inch by inch. It was a relief to finally be disconnected from her. Elaine removed the condom, filled like an éclair with my cream, and carried it to the bathroom to throw it away.




Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 03



When she came back Julia got to her feet and said, "I have to freshen up." She walked on unsteady legs to the bathroom. When she was gone, I looked at Elaine with what I'm sure was a profoundly disturbed expression.

"She said she hasn't been fucked like that since Bill Payton?"

"I heard her."

"You know that my father's name is Bill Payton?"

Elaine sighed. "I've known your father for almost 20 years, so, yes, I'm aware his name is Bill Payton."

"But, what, how...?" I sputtered. 

"How did you think your mother knew I'd be here to play with you? Because they used to swing with all of us. Don't tell them I told you this, or they'll freak out."

"They'll freak?" I said. "More than I am right now? I doubt it. My dad makes Ozzie Nelson look like Ozzy Osbourne. My mom thinks Martha Stewart cuts corners in the kitchen. And you're telling me THEY did stuff like I saw at that party?"

Elaine shrugged and nodded. "All the time. He was very popular with the women, thanks you his, um, endowment. One that has obviously been passed down to his son."

My brain desperately tried to suppress this information, and failed. "My mother, she used to..."

"She used to take on three men at once and leave them unconscious on the floor and her hair wouldn't even get mussed."

I put my hands on my ears. "I don't want details!"

"But then they had you, and they started coming to our parties less and less often, and after awhile they stopped coming altogether. They were happy enough with each other."

I couldn't imagine my dad fucking a glamorous, gorgeous woman like Julia. Or..."Um, you didn't, with my father, you didn't..."

"Fuck him? Oh my, yes." She saw my expression and laughed. "And my husband fucked your mother. It was no big deal, honey. Consenting adults."

I was going to be copiously sick. But then Julia came back, her war paint carefully reapplied, imperious again. "I want that cock again tomorrow," she said.

"I can't, I have plans," I said. I did, dinner with my parents. Who now seemed like scary, but interesting, strangers.

"I have plans too, but I can spare an hour to fuck that cock. I'll be here at five."

"I won't be here."

"Yes you will!" There was something familiar in that haughty tone. I couldn't quite place it, but it pissed me off. I hefted my half-hard cock in my hand and said, "If you ever want this inside you again you'd better learn to be polite."

She didn't wilt, as I hoped, but it did take some of the steel out of her gaze. "I'll see you soon enough," she said ominously. She dressed and was out the door in two minutes, saying good bye to Elaine, but not me.

"I'm impressed, you stood up to her."

"She's a bitch, and a bully."

"You seem to like her well enough."

"For certain things, yes." I stood up, found my boxers, and hoisted them into position. "So, I'm not a virgin anymore. I thought I would get a certificate or something."

"Doesn't work that way."

"I thought I'd feel different."

"You will. But the world keeps spinning the same way. It only changes your life if it's really horrible, something like that."

"I guess that wasn't horrible. Just...weird." I fluffed my shorts and started to step into them when I noticed an odd expression on Elaine's pretty face. "What?"

It was the first time I'd seen Elaine nervous. She looked at the floor. "You wouldn't have the energy for a second go-round, would you?"

My penis twitched. "Oh, God, yes." I pulled my boxers down and seeing the hungry look on Elaine's face as she saw my erection made me feel like a stud. She sat on the bed and wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started pumping. "I want you to be hard."

"I am hard for you."

Her eyes glazed over. "Big and hard." She kept masturbating me, and my cock did indeed get a bit harder, a bit thicker.

She leaned over and kissed the head. She kissed it again, and again, and then sucked the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around me. My hips undulated a bit as her mouth and fingers pleasured me. 

"Elaine. We've done this before. I want to fuck you. Now.

She leaned away, and lay on her back. She spread her warm, plump thighs, and I snuggled between her legs. My pelvis ground against her as she took my cock in her hand and guided me inside her.

"I don't need to wear a condom?" I said.

She shook her head. "I don't have unprotected sex with any of the people I swing with. And I know you haven't. And," her voice grew husky as I slowly started to penetrate her, "I want to feel you come in me, I want to feel you squirting that hot come inside my pussy." 

I slid inside her, and it was glorious. Without a condom I could feel Elaine's natural slipperiness and it made my head swim. "My God, you ARE big," she gasped. I settled against her pelvis, my rod nailing her to the bed. She wrapped her legs around me, hooking her ankles around my back. "Give me a second, honey. I need to get used to you." I wiggled my hips a bit and we both groaned. Our pubes rustled against each other. "I can feel your heart beating through your cock. You're cock is throbbing, oh God, it's throbbing like a vibrator inside me."

I flexed my cock and Elaine moaned. "Don't! That feels, oh, oh..." I kept flexing the thick muscle of my cock and it finally forced her legs to release their hold on me. I pulled back and slowly reinserted myself. "It feels almost as good going out and it does going in," she said.

I leaned down and suckled her nipples as I patiently moved my hips up and down. It felt so exquisitely intense that I had to stop a second or I thought I'd come. I concentrated on the nipple in my mouth and tried to forget that my penis was buried in a tight, humid, slippery cavity.

Elaine pried my mouth away from her tits and kissed me, her tongue wandering inside my mouth. "Fuck me," she whispered. She spread her legs even wider. Her voice was barely audible. "Fuck me...fuck me..." She lifted her legs high. I rose up on my hands, in a push-up position. "Fuck me...fuck me...pound me with that huge cock." I started thrusting, going all the way out and then all the way back in, fucking her now, really fucking her. Her kind, motherly face contorted into an exciting mask of greedy lust.

"Fuck me!" she demanded as we started to screw in earnest. I fell into an metronomic rhythm, my pelvic thrusts coming faster and faster. I huffed and puffed from the exertion, both from fucking her and from keeping myself from coming too soon. 

"Oh my God!" she screamed. "Oh my God, oh God! You're even bigger that your father."

"Are you OK?" I panted.

"It hurts a little."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"NO!" She hooked her legs around my hips and spurred me on. I picked up the pace, going even faster, her pussy was so wet now that my well-lubed penis easily glided in and out of her. I sat back on my haunches to give my arms a rest and found that this was a perfect position for fucking Elaine's brains out. I totally controlled her now, grabbing hold of her ankles and fucking her like a madman, driving myself faster and faster. 

"Now I'm gonna do what I did to Julia," I said, loving the glimmer of anticipation in Elaine's eyes. "I'm gonna pound you."

I fucked her like a beast, my big cylinder thrusting inside her over and over and over again. I loved watching her writhe in ecstasy, loved hearing her scream and moan as I loved her with my cock. I wanted to give back some of the pleasure she'd given me over the last few weeks. I felt her powerful muscles twitch and clench as my churning cock brought her to climax after climax.

"Come in me, please!" she begged. "I want to feel you shoot inside me, I want to feel that hot come filling me up." I couldn't help but obey. Her big white breasts jiggled with every thrust, and watching those soft, round globes bounce sent me spinning into that bottomless spiral. "Oh...oh...Elaine, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come in you, I'm gonna soak you, I'm gonna make it so wet inside you..."

"Yes! Yes! Come in me, come, come...OHHH!!!"

I arched my back and pushed myself as deep inside her pussy as possible. "Uhhhh! Elaine!" I groaned as the tip of my cock split and the first thick gout of semen sprayed Elaine's womb. With every desperate thrust I injected Elaine's pussy with more and more of my sperm. It went on and on, I kept fucking and the incredible tingling of my orgasm lingered on and on. I fucked Elaine so hard that my cock whipped my semen into a frothy white meringue. 

When I stopped, when I couldn't fuck any more, I lowered myself until my head was pillowed on Elaine's full bosom. We were both sweaty and breathing hard and I was exhausted. It was a long time before either of us spoke.

"That was fun," I said in a monotone.

She giggled. "Yes, it was. You're incredible."

"You mean, my cock was incredible."

"No, it's much more than just your cock, honey. I've had a few men even bigger than you. Great sex mean more than just what you have between your legs. Even if what God gave you," she played with my limp cock like a plug of wet clay, "is absolutely delicious."

"To Julia I'm just a cock. A cock with legs to bring the cock to her."

"All women aren't like Julia. You'll find girls who will appreciate you for more than your penis."

"Like you?"

She stroked my hair. "Like me. And girls your age you'll date and fall in love with."

I thought of Bridget Landau, and how she would react if I fed my big dick inch by inch between her long, sexy legs. "There's this one girl at school I'd love to fuck, and if I ever do, I'm gonna fuck her so she screams like Julia."

"That doesn't sound like you," Elaine chided.

I sighed. "I guess I wouldn't. But this girl is a total bitch. She's mean and arrogant and treats everyone like garbage because she's gorgeous. She knows everyone either wants her or wants to be like her."

Elaine's fingernails played with my earlobe. "Well, give her a ride like you just gave me and you might just fuck that attitude out of her."

"Yeah, it would be like I was performing a public service..."

She laughed. "I don't think it works like that."

"I'll never get the chance, so I don't think it matters."

We lay there a few minutes, and then it was time to get up and get dressed. I did have school the next day, after all. I wasn't a virgin anymore, and, yes, I did feel different. I now understood why sex was so fucking popular. "When can we do this again?" I asked.

I thought Elaine would gently scold me for being so forward, but she didn't. "Soon, I hope," she said, and there was this little edge of desire in her voice that was music to my ears. "And I'm sure I'll have Julia hounding me about having you over so you two can fuck again. And when I tell all my women friends about how incredible you are, well, you're going to be a busy boy."

I was grinning from ear to ear. "Well, I'm happy to be of service, anytime."

Elaine snuggled next to me and snaked her hand under my shirt. Her nails played with the hairs around my navel. "Danny's Stud Service?"

"Who needs college? I'll just put an ad in the Yellow Pages."

She laughed, a deep, sexy laugh, and she kissed me on the lips. "Don't get a big head, honey. You already have one head that big enough already." She gave my soft penis a squeeze inside my shorts. "Now go home."

I got my keys. "It's funny, this all started because my mom caught me sucking my own penis. Now I'm gonna have so many women who want to fuck me that I won't have to do that anymore." I shook my head. "It's a weird world. And I have a weird mom."

Elaine gently pushed me to the door. "You have no idea, honey." I got one last kiss, but no explanation. 

I drove home to parents who were now very different in my eyes. I walked through the front door to find my folks in the living room, Dad reading the paper, Mom watching TV. When she saw me her eyes narrowed. "You were gone a long time."

I shrugged. "Not too long."

With Dad in the room Mom couldn't very well get on my case about bothering Elaine. Even though I now knew that my Dad and Elaine...well, I didn't want to think about it. I also didn't want to think about my Mom doing the things I saw at that party. Giving men blowjobs. Fucking their brains out. Squatting over them and sliding their dicks inside her...

I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head, trying to clear my mind like an Etch-a-Sketch. I didn't want to dwell on the disturbing thoughts Elaine put in my head. I sat down to watch TV. But mostly I contemplated my parents. They were, I had to admit, an attractive couple. I'd seen their wedding pictures, my mom was very pretty. Still was very pretty. My dad was a good-looking guy. I never thought of myself as being especially handsome, but maybe I just needed more time to fill in my stringbean frame. 

My mom and dad. Your typical boring suburbanites. Who used to swing like Hugh Hefner. It seemed impossible. Maybe Elaine was just pulling my leg. No, Julia had said my father's name. Jesus. Too weird.

"What's with the troubled face?" my mother asked.

"Huh? Nothing."

"Nothing happened tonight?"

"No. Not at all. Just thinking."

"About what?" 

About you fucking Elaine's husband, about Dad fucking the woman I just lost my virginity to. "Nothing in particular."

She snorted, not satisfied. My father whistled tunelessly as he riffled through the paper. I sat back and pretended to watch TV. So what if my mom and dad used to fuck around? They didn't know I knew that, and that was definitely for the best. Keep that tawdry secret in the dark, where it belonged, thank you very much. The less I thought about my mom and dad fucking, the better my digestion.

After awhile I went up to my room and went to bed. I lay there imagining the evening's events. Sex. Sex sex sex sex sex. I wasn't a virgin anymore. I'd had intercourse with two beautiful women. Very different women. Older women. I wondered if sex would be the same with a girl my age. A girl I had romantic feelings for. I had no way of knowing, but making love to a girl was probably a different proposition than sex with a woman who wanted me to fuck her brains out. 

Too much to think about. I started to drift off to sleep, and there really wasn't any reason to worry so much. Hell, my stomach was still doing flip-flops. I had a bunch of attractive women eager to have sex with me. I was in the teenage boy's version of Heaven. 

I thought about the night before, waking up early and sucking myself off. It looked like I wouldn't have to do that too often anymore. Fine by me. I was looking forward to the days and weeks ahead. All the sex I wanted. I drifted off to sleep, happy and content. Had I known what the future held I wouldn't have slept so easily, I would, in fact, have run around in tiny circles looking like the guy in Edvard Munch's painting "The Scream". 

But I didn't know. I slept the sleep of the innocent. Or, the stupid. In my case, it was a toss-up.



Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 04



In the two weeks that followed my unusual defloration I existed in a state as close to Heaven as I'm likely to get without actually snuffing it. During that fantastic fortnight I had lots and lots and LOTS of sex. All the women in Elaine's group wanted to experience the big thing between my legs, and I of course was too polite to deny them. You've heard the expression, "Happier than a pig in shit"? That was me.

There's an old maxim that too much of anything is bad for you. I understand the point of the saying, but at the time you'd be hard-pressed to convince me that sex wasn't the exception to the rule. The women I was screwing were all much older than me, and if they all weren't candidates to be Maxim's next cover girl, they were all very attractive. And very eager to enjoy my .01-percentile penis.

It was a dream come true. Go to Elaine's, fuck my brains out, go home. No more having to suck my own cock-I had much better ways to expend my sexual energy I did it in every position in the book, with two, three women at a time. Usually I would fuck one lovely lady while another played with my balls or rimmed my sensitive asshole. They spoiled me rotten. They let me rut like a buck in a herd of does. That their husbands didn't mind a horse-cocked teenager piledriving their wives either speaks to their generosity or their stupidity. 

Of all Elaine's friends, my favorite was Crystal, a rather roly-poly woman with curly blonde hair and long, dragon-lady fingernails. She was about 44, and I'd wager that was her bra size as well. Crystal was a bit heavy, but she wasn't fat and slovenly. Not at all. Her body was lush and soft and she carried her extra weight with a grace the hardbodies I went to school with should have emulated. She wasn't the least self-conscious about her body, which made her even sexier in my hormone-addled eyes. 

She always smelled great, always had her makeup just so, and she always wore bright red lipstick that she liked to leave behind in lip prints all over my body. And Crystal always treated me with genuine affection, instead of just looking at me as a thrusting machine. She always greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and then hugged me to her perfumed bosom

When Elaine told her about my severe fingernail fetish Crystal looked me in the eye and took my face in her expertly manicured hands. "Oh, then you and I will have lots of fun with them. Why do you think I spend so much time making my nails look so beautiful?" And every time she was there during my visits she tantalized me with her long nails. "Do you like this nail polish?" she asked me one time, showing her shiny crimson talons. 

"I love it." I stuttered. 

She had me lie down on the bed and unzipped me, and then slowly slipped her hand inside my opened fly. I felt her fingernails lightly grazing my hard-on. "Tickle tickle."

She must have felt my cock swell like a ballpark frank at the word "tickle", because she got a devilish gleam in her blue eyes. She got up and went over to Elaine and whispered something in her ear, and when Elaine came over she was trying to suppress a smile. "Time to chain you up, honey."

"What?" I said as Elaine cuffed one wrist, and then another, to the bed. I never resisted Elaine when she restrained me, trusting that she wouldn't do anything I wouldn't like. She and Crystal pulled off my pants and boxers before strapping my legs down. 


"Oh honey, you're huge," Crystal said as she straddled me. But she didn't straddle my groin. She settled herself over my stomach, her weight helping to immobilize me. "So, honey, where are you ticklish?"

Oh my God. The idea of this woman digging at me with her inch-long nails had me trembling with desire. "Nowhere," I squeaked.

"Hmm...well, I'll have to make sure of that." She raised her hands before my face and twiddled her fingers, her the polish of her nails gleaming in the light. She smiled. "I know. Your underarms." Her hands moved to my armpits and her nails delicately went to work tickling the tender skin there. It felt heavenly, but it didn't tickle.

"No?"

I shook my head. She moved off my tummy and went down to my manacled feet. The soles of my feet were totally exposed, totally vulnerable. Elaine was watching me with a mischievous grin on her face. Crystal raked her nails up and down my feet, along my toes, along my instep. It felt so heavenly that I groaned with ecstasy, but I didn't burst into hysterical giggles.

"That's not it either," Crystal said. "Oh come now, just tell me."

"No way."

Her creamy red lips curled in a thoughtful pout. Her eyes roved over my body. She looked between my thighs. She looked at my ribs. She looked at my tummy. Somehow, I gave it away. Somehow, she was able to sense the truth. Maybe I twitched, or gave off some kind of nervous vibe that only sexy, busty women with fingernails can detect. But detect it she did.

"Your tummy..."

I shook my head. "No."

She nodded to herself. "Yes." She took her time sliding across the bed to my side. "All that soft, exposed flesh."

"I'm not ticklish there, really." The apprehension in my voice was palpable.

She looked at me and wrinkled her nose like a bunny rabbit. "Let's see."

Her nails skated across my stomach and I shrieked with laughter. "No!! Please, stop!" I screamed in a combination of delight and horror. Crystal was laughing almost as hard as me as my quivering stomach endured the ruthless tickling of her long fingernails. 

I jigged and squirmed like a gaffed fish, trying in vain to escape the relentless scraping of her nails on my overexcited nerve endings. Crystal kept repeating, "Tickle tickle tickle!" as she tortured me. I was laughing and crying so hard I could barely breathe.

After one especially violent spasm Crystal stopped her assault. "You keep squirming like that and I might break a nail! I have to keep you still. And I know the perfect way to do just that."

She rose up, squatted over what was now an iron-hard erection, and slowly, slowly, slid down the entire length of my penis. She must have loved tickling me because she was so wet we made a loud sucking sound as we coupled.

"Oh, yeah," she groaned as she settled herself on me. The tip of my cock was deep inside her warm, wet nest. It felt like heaven. 

And then she resumed torturing me. Her fingers shot out and flailed at my sensitive stomach. I started shaking and twisting and my frantic writhings provided enough motion to make my cock slid in and out of her pussy. Crystal smiled dreamily as she used her nails to play me like a piano, stroking and scratching and tickling me into paroxysms of laughter. 

We were bouncing together now, Crystal's big tits bouncing like overripe melons, her slippery vagina squeezing and caressing every inch of my dick. I knew she was coming when she stopped tickling me for a minute in which she threw her head back, cupped her breasts in her hands, and used her weight to use the bed as a trampoline, boinging up and down faster and faster until she moaned, "Ohhh, yes! Oh honey, you feel so big and hard inside me! Oh, yeah!!"

When her climax ended she immediately resumed tickling me, and I resumed going nuts. I had to come, if only to make Crystal stop torturing me. Elaine came to my rescue. She moved in behind Crystal and used her own long nails to tickle my balls and play with my ass. That did it. I screamed, I cried, I laughed, I begged, I came. I came longer and harder than I had in my fucking life. I was almost hyperventilating as my penis erupted deep inside her and I filled her with a pint of my hot creamy come. 

I could hear my heart beating in my ears. My hands were trembling. My come was dribbling out of Crystal and soaking my already sopping wet pubic hair. I was so exhausted I felt like I'd just sprinted five miles.

"You liked that, honey?" Crystal asked.

"Oh yes," I burbled. "Please, please, don't ever do that to me again."

*****

Julia, the gorgeous and scary woman I lost my virginity to, was often waiting for me at Elaine's, her skirt hiked up and her panties tucked away in her purse. She was not affectionate and sweet like Crystal. "Take your pants off! What the fuck are you waiting for!" was a typical greeting. Julia may have been insane and potentially dangerous, but she was drop-dead gorgeous and fucked like a tigress in heat. I was able to keep her somewhat at bay because of her lust for my endowment, but every time we finished copulating there was something angry and feral in her eyes. I knew she hated the fact that this skinny, otherwise unremarkable kid had a hold on her. 

One night, after Elaine and I did it doggy-style and I pulled out and poured myself out all over her back, I asked her if Julia ever inquired about me. Asked any personal questions about me. Like, where I lived, or, more ominously, what my last name was. That would be ominous because if she learned my last name is Payton she might realize that my father is Bill Payton, who used to swing with their group before I was born and was also a legendary swordsman. 

I didn't want my dad to know what I was up to, and I was pretty sure my mother didn't want him to know either. Even though my mom knew that I was getting laid with Elaine, I didn't want her to know about Julia. My mom was a swinger once herself, but I didn't want to take a walk down that particular memory lane with her. Imagining my mother getting double-penetrated while sucking off a third guy was not good for my digestion.

"So, Julia still doesn't know about me?" I asked.

"Mmm, no," she cooed as I sponged my issue off her back.

"She still scares me."

"She's mostly bark, but she does have a bit of a bite. She can be spiteful. Just keep your distance from her and you'll be fine."

"Keep my distance? I fuck her almost every other day."

"You know what I mean. So long as she doesn't know your last name, doesn't know where you go to school, doesn't see you outside of this house, you'll be fine. And be sure that you do. She wants that cock all for herself, I know it."

"I'd never let that happen."

She reached back between my legs and fondled me. "I hope not."

In seconds I was back to half-mast. "Do you have the energy for some more?"

She closed her eyes, and rose up again on all fours, pressing her ass against my crotch. "I hope so."

With my penis buried in Elaine's humid tunnel, the bed squeaking rhythmically, our sighs and moans more from contentment than passion, it was easy for me to forget about Julia. Except at the end, when I felt that wonderful tickle deep inside me and I screwed Elaine with such gusto that her asscheeks rippled from the impact of my thighs. I crammed every inch of myself inside her and let my orgasm erupt into her womb. She shrieked and twisted her hips as my cock trembled and twitched. When I finished she collapsed forward on the bed with exhaustion.

She said, "I don't think I'll ever get used to that, how it feels when you come in me."

"I hope you don't get tired of me."

"Don't worry about that. I don't think that could ever happen." She rolled over and got to her feet. She winced. "Though we might need stop fucking twice in a row. I'm so sore it's like I went galloping bareback."

"Hey, let's try that next time. You can ride me like a big stallion."

She gave me a look. "Don't get cocky."

But I was cocky, I was a big stallion, a wild, untamed beast, running with the herd and mounting any mare that caught my eye. And if you think that sentiment is sexist and disgusting, then be of good cheer, because that was the last day I ever felt that cocksure. I should have known the good times would come to an end. I couldn't have known they would end the next day. 

*****

That Friday night I wasn't able to enjoy my harem because I was appearing in my high school's talent show. Not by choice-I was shanghaied into playing a bit part in a skit some moron jocks were putting on. I got the part because I was the only guy in school who could both fit in the unusually large bear costume and be cajoled into making a fool of myself. The costume was the only good part about the gig-my face and identity was totally hidden. I had to saunter across the stage, take a simulated dump, and then walk away. Then the alleged hilarity began. I watched the skit during their only rehearsal and it was dreadful. I was the funniest thing in it. Not that I had any talent. Well, I did have one unusual skill that would certainly get people out of their seats, but blowing myself on stage wasn't likely to improve my social standing. 

I'm sure you've either gone to such a show or even performed in one. You've probably been quite surprised that some of your classmates have real talent, can really sing or dance or tell jokes. Not my school. A bigger collection of tone-deaf, two-left-footed, and flop-sweat-inducing dullards has never been assembled. We all sucked. It was like going to then dentist with 500 people at the same time. 

The worst act, I mean the absolute WORST, was, quite unbelievably, Bridget Landau. I didn't even know she was performing until the night of the show, not having seen her at rehearsal. She could have walked across the stage in a burlap sack and gotten an ecstatic standing ovation. But someone, somehow, put it into Bridget's pretty head that hers was a talent that had to be shared with the world. And, God help us all, she showed us her stuff.

She came out on stage wearing a pink vinyl microminiskirt, a white tank top that might as well have been sprayed on, and high heels with little ruffled socks. Had I been a cop, and had I been sitting in the audience, I would have gotten up and arrested her for public indecency. 

She did an original dance routine while singing Britney Spears' opus, "Oops, I Did it Again". Compared to Bridget's keening yet oddly uninflected screech, Ms. Spears is Cecilia Bartoli. Bridget's dancing, a combination of girlish skipping, simulated masturbation, and what I think was the hula, was like watching a dozen cars pile into each other one-by-one. I was watching from the wings and could look out at the audience as they watched, and saw aghast faces staring back. It was like that scene in "The Producers", where everyone is watching the showgirls goose-stepping to "Springtime for Hitler". 

When she finished it was a good five seconds before the first polite applause broke the silence. Then the crowd joined in, I think out of relief that it was all over. 

Bridget pranced off-stage as though she'd just won the Grammy for Best Singer Ever. Everyone backstage was just like me, appalled. She sashayed past without paying our horrified faces the least bit of attention, the opinions of mindless drones like us counting for nothing. 

Good thing she didn't ask. "My God, did she suck," said Josh, one of the other guys in my skit.

I nodded. "I never thought she could do anything to make her seem unattractive, but she just pulled it off."

"What the hell was she thinking?"

"Who knows? My ears are still ringing."

"I might go cut my ears off." He walked away.

When the show was over we all went on stage for a final bow. I put the head of my costume back on to preserve my anonymity. I wanted my name connected as little as possible with this particular fiasco. We acknowledged the applause and then went backstage to accept the congratulations of friends and family. Not me, however. After describing the acts I'd seen in rehearsal my parents decided to give the show a miss. I wandered around, still in costume, sweating more and more in the crush of people. I wanted to change, get out of there, and take a shower.

I'd changed in the boys locker room, and I made my way to the door in the back of the auditorium. It was really crowded, and intolerably hot. I pulled the head off my costume and I took several cool, delicious breaths. As I bobbed and weaved I heard a horrible shriek. "Mommy! Daddy!" Bridget ran by me like I wasn't even there. I turned to see her jump into the arms of a man who looked like Robert Redford on a good hair day. I thought, so, that's where she gets her good looks.

"Wasn't I wonderful?" Bridget asked. Her father was as good an actor as Redford, because he beamed and said, "Yes you were, angel!" and managed to look like he meant it. They broke their embrace and Bridget said, "Mommy, was I as good as you said I would be?"

I couldn't see Bridget's mommy, obscured as she was by her husband, and I was curious to see what the hottest girl in the world's mother looked like. Papa moved to the side and Bridget hugged the woman who had borne her 18 years before.

If you've been reading these stories you've probably figured out who Bridget's mother was. But I was actually in the middle of all this, and didn't have to chance to think about it too hard. So while you might not be surprised, you better believe that I was. 

It was Julia. Julia, who had butt-fucked me with a strap-on dildo. Julia, who had demanded and gotten my cherry. Julia, who Elaine had warned me to stay away from.

Julia, who was staring at me with eyes wide as hen's eggs. 

I gulped. I took a quick step back. I shoved my head back inside the furry head. When I looked through the tiny holes I saw Julia advancing on me. "I have to use the Ladies Room," I heard her say. She came at me like a wolf after a rabbit with a sprained ankle. 

I tried to run away. But there were too many people for me to fight through wearing a goddam bear suit. When I finally broke through the crowd and made it out into the empty hallway Julia was almost caught up to me. I ran to the stairs and started down, hoping she wouldn't see me. 

It wasn't my lucky day. "You'd better fucking stop!" she hissed. Her voice echoed down into the cement bowels of the school.

I stopped, unable to resist her command. I heard her heels go "click-click-click" as she walked down the steps. And then there she was, wearing a white suit jacket and a white miniskirt that showed her shapely legs. Her hair was down, flowing down over her shoulders. She looked absolutely stunning. I could see the resemblance now, in the eyes, the cheekbones. The legs. 

She strode up to me and ripped off my mask. "So, you go to school with my little girl. Isn't that a wonderful coincidence?"

I was shaking inside my furry suit. "I won't tell her about you and me, I promise."

She laughed, and there was no humor in it. "Oh, I'm not worried about what you might tell her. But you should be worried about what I might tell her."

"What would you tell her?" I squeaked.

"Oh, I could tell her about that dirty thing you do to yourself with your mouth. I could tell her how I heard you like to suck yourself off, swallow your own come. I think that would make for some very interesting conversations in these hallways."

"Please, Julia, don't," I begged. 

She grabbed at the zipper in the back of my suit and pulled it down. She yanked it down around my waist. "Where's the bathroom?" she hissed. 

"Down here."

She literally dragged me there, the suit around my ankles. I was only wearing boxer shorts, and when we were inside the women's bathroom Julia forced me into the big handicapped stall. "From now on," she said, "your cock belongs to me. You don't fuck anyone else. Not Elaine, not those cows she calls friends, not your girlfriend, if you have one. That big prick is mine."

"Bridget and your husband will be waiting for you," I said, hoping she would leave.

She didn't. She pulled open her big leather purse and pulled out something I didn't recognize. It was a series of leather straps. I didn't comprehend until she unzipped and stepped out of her skirt, hanging it from the hook on the door. Then she stepped into the leather harness. She reached in her bag and pulled out a big, purple, anatomically correct dildo.

"No!" I begged. She fitted the dildo in the opening in the harness, and the jellified prang wobbled between her legs. "You carry that around in your purse?" I asked, incredulous.




Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 04



"You'd be surprised how often I have to discipline my husband." She pointed at her plastic cock. "Suck it."

"No!"

She stepped closer. "If you don't suck it, if you don't make it wet, it's going to hurt even more when I shove it up your ass."

"Julia, please don't!"

"Suck!"

There was nothing else to do. I fell to my knees and took the cold phallus in my mouth. The dildo had a big detached helmet and veins running through the shaft. It wasn't nearly as big as my cock, but it was big enough that I didn't want it jammed up my chute. I started bobbing my head up and down the entire length, slobbering all over it. 

"Look at me," Julia said. "I want to look into your eyes as you suck that cock."

I turned my eyes up to her as my lips slid up and down the dildo. "Lick it," she ordered, and I let it slip out of my mouth and I used my tongue all over the shaft. "The head, lick the head." I swirled my tongue all over the big bulbous head, making sure that it was dripping with my saliva. 

I hate to admit it, but I had a huge hard-on sticking up against my stomach.

"Stand up." I stood, and she grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. She yanked my boxers down and my giant penis stuck out like a bat. "Bend over."

"Please, God, no!"

She put her hands on my back and bent me over the toilet. She grabbed my asscheeks and pulled them apart. I felt the hardness pressing against my sphincter, she leaned her weight against me, but I wouldn't admit the dildo. "You didn't make it slippery enough," she growled. She pulled a tube of lubricant out of her bag and greased it up.

Without another word she impaled me with the dildo. "Oh!" I cried. It hurt, it hurt a lot, but it felt so good I groaned. Julia put her hands on my hips, her nails digging into my skin, and fucked me with quick, deep strokes. My moans and cries echoed in the cavernous bathroom.

"Someone might come in!" I cried. All Julia did was close and lock the stall's door. She didn't stop. She fucked me like an animal, cackling with delight as I squirmed like a butterfly pinned to a board. The soft plastic phallus plunged deeper and deeper into my rectum, and if it hurt, it also gave me such pleasure that I thought I might go insane. 

I reached down with my right hand to jack myself off and Julia slapped it away. "That cock is mine! No one, not even you, is allowed to touch it without my permission." I looked between my legs to see Julia's fingers, tipped with nails as sexy as Crystal's, wrap around my cock. She fucked me deeper and deeper and pumped my cock at the same time, using her grip on my cock to give her extra leverage. It felt so good I moaned, "Fuck me, Julia, just fuck me. Fuck my ass."

Those words had no sooner stopped echoing in the room when the door opened. Julia froze, the dildo buried to the hilt in my rectum. She put her free hand over my mouth. "Not a peep," she whispered. As if I was going to broadcast that I was getting cornholed in the woman's bathroom.

"Is there someone in here?" a girl asked. I recognized the voice, it was a girl named Kelly, she was in the show too.

"Just me, dear," Julia said.

"Oh, sorry, it was just a little spooky."

"Yes, it was," Julia said, with a polite little laugh. I heard a stall door open and close, Kelly going about her business. Julia took the opportunity to extract the dildo from inside me and re-lube it. When she was done it went right back where it was before. 

She fucked me, even with someone right in the room. I had to be quiet, I couldn't moan or cry out, and that made the pain and the pleasure that much more intense. I don't know what Kelly was up to, but it took her two good minutes to finish. The whole while, Julia ruthlessly pounded my ass. 

At last, I heard the toilet flush. Kelly washed her hands and left without saying a word. I guess the etiquette in that situation is a bit complicated. When I heard the big door shut I groaned, "I have to come, please!"

"So do I, bitch." Julia pulled the dildo out of my ass and I nearly fainted. "Sit on the toilet," she said, and I gratefully complied. My ass was killing me. Julia removed the strap-on and pulled down her panties. They went into her bag along with the soiled dildo. 

I was sitting on the commode, shell-shocked and exhausted, when Julia leapt on top of me. She grabbed my cock and sat straight down on it. "Uhhhng!" we groaned in unison. To have my penis enveloped by a slippery wet pussy at this vulnerable moment was sensory overload. I moaned and groaned and my cries were drowned out by Julia's shrieks of ecstasy. She was sitting on me, our legs entwined, and Julia put her hands on my shoulders and levered herself up and down my length. I helped her along by resting my hands on her waist and taking some of her weight off her legs.

"Jesus Christ, you're big. You're cock is fucking perfect." She buried her head on my shoulder and bit me, hard. The pain was nothing compared to the ecstasy blasting out between my legs.

"Oh. Oh! OH!" she moaned, and she wrapped her legs around the toilet and let me pound her as she came. I didn't have much more endurance. A few more wet strokes and I moaned with despair and ejaculated inside her. "Oh, fill me up, fill me with all that hot come!" she screamed, so loud I thought someone must hear us. 

But no one did. We came to rest. I still had a partial erection, and Julia closed her eyes, obviously savoring the hardness inside her. I hoped that after feeling the power between my loins Julia would abandon her plans to own me. Fat chance. "That cock, that beautiful cock...and it's all mine."

"No, it's not."

"Yes it is!" She grabbed my face in her hands. "That cock belongs to me. And only me. If you disobey, I'll make sure you are humiliated beyond your worst nightmares. And if you don't think I'll do it, if you think my daughter won't do it..." she shook her head. 

"I believe you," I said. 

She slowly, slowly, raised herself up the length of my dick. "Next time, we'll fuck that cock until it's limp."

"We?" I asked.

She stepped into her skirt. "My daughter and I. I've been waiting to meet the right man to deflower my daughter. Of course, you aren't the right man. You aren't a man at all, you're just a boy. But you have the cock. My daughter must experience it. And she will. We will, together. I'll make sure my darling girl enjoys all the pleasures of her body. And that cock is the perfect tool."

It was monstrous. It was abominable. And it turned me on like nothing else had before. "You want me to have sex with Bridget?"

She slapped me, hard. "Don't presume that you're worthy to lick my daughter's boots. The only part of you that interests me is your cock. For some reason you were blessed with a perfect penis. I want to share it with my daughter."

She stood and stepped into her skirt. After she zipped up and smoothed out the wrinkles she said, "Where do you live? The address?" When I hesitated she barked, "Tell me!"

I gave her my address. "Yes, I know the neighborhood." She closed her bag. "We'll be there on Tuesday."

"What? Why my house?"

"Because we're going to do it in your parents' bed. I remember how you said I was your bitch when we fucked that first time. Well, I'm going to show you who the bitch really is. Figure out a way to get your parents out of the house. If you don't, well, I'll have to tell my little girl about that little trick you showed us at the party."

She walked out of the stall, her clicking heels signaling her departure. "Tuesday. Around seven o'clock. You'd better have everything fucking ready for me and my little girl." The door opened, and sighed shut.

I sat on the toilet, my ass, penis, and temples all throbbing. I was in a bad spot. I didn't see a way out of it. Maybe Elaine would have some answer, but I doubted it. If I even told her Julia might get pissed. I did not want the whole school knowing about my autofellatio ability. It would not help my popularity. At least, not in a good way. 

I had to take care of first things first. I snuck out of the girl's bathroom, not walking too fast thanks to the angry pain blaring from my ass. I made it to the quiet sanctuary of the locker room and changed into human form. I went out to my car without talking to anyone. I drove home with my mind racing, not sure what to do. 

There wasn't anything to do. I had to fuck Bridget Landau. What's the proverb, be careful what you wish for, you may get it? I'd dreamed about her for years. Now I was going to have her, and it would be a humiliating and terrifying experience. "What a fucked-up world," I said, angry with myself. There had to be a way out of this. I just couldn't see it.

"How was the show?" my mom asked when I got home.

"Awful. Worse than I expected."

She looked me over. "Did you hurt yourself? You're walking funny."

"Twisted my ankle. I couldn't see too well in that suit and I tripped. No big deal."

She kissed my cheek and said, "Go take a shower. You stink."

A shower sounded delightful. I got under the hot spray and washed away the sweat, semen, pussy, lubricant, and blood. I wished I could tell my parents my troubles and they would make it all better. But that was impossible. Mom and Dad wouldn't come to my rescue, not this time.



Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 05



If you asked every guy in my high school, "What is your greatest ambition in life?" I'd say about 95% would answer, "To have sex with Bridget Landau." The girl was sexiest, juiciest, most fantabulously gorgeous piece of ass in Christendom. She'd caused traffic accidents since she was 12, been the object of more masturbation fantasies than Jenna Jameson and Chelsea Clinton combined. 

And her mother had decreed that I would be the one to deflower Bridget. Me. 

When I say that this honor had me quaking with fear, trembling in my boots, scared out of my wits, well, you'd understand if you knew what probably lay in store for me. Julia, Bridget's mother, was the woman who had deflowered ME. Who had, on our first meeting, fucked me up the ass while I was tied up and helpless. Had, upon our last meeting, fucked me up the ass AGAIN, this time in a stall in the girls bathroom after my high school talent show. 

This wasn't going to be one of those tender, coming of age moments. This was going to be seriously fucked up. I was going to have sex with Bridget while her mother supervised, which is usually a turn-off. And Julia had insisted that the deed be done at MY house, and, specifically, in my parents' BED. She wanted to humiliate me, break me, make me her sex slave, all because she lusted so badly for my plus-sized equipment. 

Not for the first time, I cursed the heavens for my prodigious endowment. If I'd been blessed with a normal, pedestrian five-incher, how much easier the past few weeks would have been. I wouldn't have been caught by my mother giving myself head. I never would have met Julia. 

But, then again, I never would have met Elaine, the sexy, matronly redhead who had given me so much pleasure since my mother introduced us. I wouldn't trade my relationship with Elaine for anything. And that gave me an idea. Well, it gave me the idea to call Elaine. Maybe SHE would have an idea about how to get me out of this mess. 

I called her, and told her in a rush about my encounter the night before with Julia. When I finished all she could say was, "I'm sorry, honey. Are you OK?"

I wasn't OK, I was a mess. And my tete-a-tete-a-tete with Julia and Bridget loomed. "Can you talk to her?"

"It won't do any good, darling. She wouldn't care what I had to say. She wants you more than anything else in the world."

"She wants my cock, that's all she wants." I had to compose myself, but when I spoke there was a tremor in my voice. "Is there anything you can do to help me?"

There was a long pause. "Well..." There was another long pause, Elaine was obviously thinking hard about something. "I can at least help with your parents. I'll go out to dinner with them Saturday night. You won't have to worry about them."

That was something. I thanked her profusely and she said, "Don't worry, honey. We'll figure it out. And I have selfish reasons, remember." Her voice changed to a throaty, sexy purr. "I miss having that big cock between my thighs."

I throbbed at the thought of it. "Well, the sooner I get out of this, the better for both of us."

"Maybe something will happen on Saturday, honey."

I hung up, depressed. I only saw disaster in front of me. Elaine told me that, long ago, Julia had been the slave of one of their fellow swingers. I wished I could get find that person and have her rescue me, because it looked like, before long, I was going Julia's slave, completely in her power. My parents had partied with the same crowd as Elaine and Julia, but since I wasn't supposed to know that embarrassing fact about my folks I couldn't very well go up to my folks and ask for the info. 

I got home and Mom was in the kitchen. I poured a glass of milk and when I closed the refrigerator door she was staring at me. "Anything wrong?" she asked. "You look a bit down."

"No, everything's fine," I lied. I wasn't about to tell my mother about my predicament. There was no one to turn to. I'd have to get through this on my own.

*****

The week absolutely flew by. Every time I saw Bridget I looked for some sign of nervousness, or anxiety, and saw none. She was as big a bitch as always. I thought, hopefully, that maybe it was because she was having her period, and would therefore necessitate a postponement of our rendezvous. But, no, she was always that big a bitch. 

She was also that gorgeous. It was almost painful to look at her, and know that you could never have her. Of course, I WAS going to have her, but it would only be one time, and under the threat of Julia's revenge. But to actually have her as a girlfriend, hold hands with her, have her really like you-that would be too good to be true. Then again, that would mean her personality would have to totally change, because she was an insufferable brat. Maybe someday she'd grow up. Maybe.

During the whole day Saturday I was a nervous wreck. I stayed in my room and pretended to read. Julia and Bridget were due to arrive at seven. My parents planned on leaving at 6:30. That was cutting it pretty close. I hoped my folks wouldn't be tardy and Julia wouldn't be early. That would make things difficult.

But at 6:30 sharp my dad poked his head in and said, "We're outta here. You sure you feel OK?"

"I'm fine. Where are you guys going?" 

"To get some Chinese at this new place that opened up near the mall. We're going with a friend of ours. Do you remember Elaine Robinson? You came with us to the funeral home, for her husband, right?"

I said I did remember. "Tell her I said hello."

"I will. We'll, there's leftover meatloaf in the fridge, if you want that for supper. We'll bring you a doggie bag, I'm sure."

"Have fun." He left, and a few seconds later I heard the garage door going up. I flew to my parents' room and made a few adjustments. I dragged the laundry hamper downstairs, fluffed the pillows, and, most importantly, removed the family pictures from their dressers. It wouldn't do to have Julia recognizing them from their days swinging with her and the others in Elaine's group.

I didn't know if I was supposed to dress up, or have flowers, or what. When I heard car doors slamming in the driveway I thought I would shit a milkshake. I went to the door, and there was Julia, holding Bridget by the hand, leading her up the steps. Bridget was blindfolded.

I held the door open and Julia held a finger to her lips. I silently lead them both to my parents' bedroom. "Honey, we'll be back in a second. When you hear the door close, you can take the blindfold off. And get undressed."

"I'm excited, Mommy," Bridget said, already slipping the straps of her blue sundress from her smooth shoulders. "I can't wait."

Julia led me into the hallway. "Get your clothes off. And put this on." She handed me a leather mask, one that fit over my entire head. It had tiny eye slits and a zippered mouth, just like the mask I wore at Elaine's party, the one where I first met this sexy, scary woman.

While I stripped and put the mask on Julia also stripped. From her bag she produced the harness for her strap-ons. I groaned when I saw it, and Julia said, "You didn't think I was just going to sit and watch, did you? No, no. I'm going to control every move you make."

She pulled out a long, flesh-colored dildo with a cord dangling from it. "I think you'll like this one," Julia said. She affixed the strap-on and tucked the battery and vibration control in one of the straps. "Not a word out of you. If you have to make noise, fine, but not a word. And if you come before I feel you've satisfied my daughter, I'll turn this up all the way." She gave a quick demonstration, flipping the switch on the dildo and fiddling with the dial. The slender probe thrummed with a loud, "HUMMMMMMBBBBZZZZZ". In my ass it would drive me insane. I nodded to show I understood.

She led me by the cock into the bedroom. Bridget lay on the bed, nude. She was Aphrodite, returned to Earth in mortal form. Her big, full breasts floated like two perfect scoops of vanilla ice cream. Her nipples were pink and hard as buttons. Her skin was the same creamy white all over, from her skillet-flat stomach to the smooth slopes of her thighs. Her golden hair fanned out across the white bedspread. Her pubic hair was shaved down to a thin stripe. My God, even her feet were sexy.

Julia leaned away and said, "Holy shit, I felt you swell in my hand." She gave my cock a quick tug. "This is your cock, darling. Isn't it lovely?"

Bridget sat up and took a look. "Wow, it's really big." She got up on all fours and crawled over, until her lips were just a few inches from my throbbing meat. "Are you sure it won't hurt me?"

"It might hurt a little, but it's a good hurt. It quickly goes away, and then all you feel is the pleasure." 

She lay back and spread her legs. I almost fainted. I was actually going to have sex with her. I was breathing through my mouth, which was hard with the mask. "Our friend is going to put on a little show for you first. To get us all excited. Aren't you?" Oh, shit! I didn't want to do this, no way. I wanted to say no, afraid that I would kill myself from the strain of blowing myself. But of course I obeyed. In the end I'd have to do it anyway, and Julia would inflict a severe punishment for my disobedience. 

I lay down on the bed next to Bridget and she scrambled away, looking disgusted that I dared come so close to her. My parents' headboard was similar to my own, and I was able to hook my feet under the top slat. "Mommy, what's he going to do?" She saw me arch my head toward my groin, and she said, "Oh my God, he's not going to..."

Julia unzipped my mouth and I took the head of my cock into my mouth. "Holy shit!" Bridget shrieked with delight. "That's fucking awesome!"

My eyes strained to keep Bridget in my field of vision as I fellated myself. It felt so good to have me in my mouth, and I wondered if Julia would kill me if I came without her permission. With my experienced lips and tongue going crazy, and Bridget Landau nude and so close to me that I could smell her hair, I knew it wouldn't take long for me to ejaculate.

Bridget had a fierce, hungry look on his face. "Suck it," she breathed. "Suck that big cock." She looked me in the eye, and a mouse of fear raced up my spine. I thought she recognized me, but there was no matching glimmer of recognition. "Will he make himself come?"

"Not this time, but I've seen him swallow his own come."

"Oooh, I would love to see that. That totally fucking turns me on." Bridget reached down between my legs and she touched my balls. "You'd like that too, wouldn't you? Watch you suck all that come into your mouth?"

I nodded enthusiastically, my bobbing head making my cock feel even better, and the fact that Bridget was actually TOUCHING MY BALLS had me galloping toward orgasm in seconds. "HUMMPHF! UMMM!" I groaned.

As pleased as I was to do something, anything, to impress Bridget, I was starting to really suffer. My stomach muscles started trembling, and the pain started to win the battle against the pleasure. I groaned again, even louder, trying to indicate that I was getting close to coming. 

Julia said, "Honey, play with yourself while you watch. Get your pussy nice and wet." I tried to look over to see Bridget pleasuring herself, but my legs blocked my view.

"Ooh...oh, Mommy...Mommy...I'm already wet. I'm already so wet...ooh...ooooooh...I want him to fuck me, Mommy. He made himself wet, and now I'm wet...oh, Mommy...look, do you think I'm ready?"

I had to look. I had to. My stomach was cramping anyway. I lowered my legs to the bed and saw a sight so incredible it could change your life. Bridget's long legs were splayed open, and her fingers dipped in and out of her moist petals. Her hips slowly undulated as she played with herself, her eyes shut tight, a smile playing at the corners of her pillowy lips. Julia was temporarily distracted, stroking Bridget's golden hair and examining her vagina. Bridget smiled and opened her eyes, and when she saw me staring the smile vanished. "He's watching us," she said. 

Julia wheeled on me. "Who fucking told you to stop!" I shook my head back and forth and scuttled back, but Julia caught me and raked my leg with her nails. It hurt, but it was such an exquisite sensation, to feel her nails tear at me. 

"Come on, darling," Julia said. Bridget lay back on the bed and spread her long, slim legs wide open. I could see her tender pussy glistening with excitement. My cock was rock-hard now. Julia zipped the mask shut over my mouth, took me by the cock, and pulled me on top of her daughter. She nestled my cockhead in the dewy petals of Bridget's labia. I tried to ignore the voice screaming in my head, "Penetrate, penetrate, penetrate!"

"Don't fucking move, bitch," Julia told me. "I'm still pissed at you. And you're gonna find out how pissed in a second." She moved in behind me, and I heard the sound of a squeeze bottle dispensing lubricant. My rectum was anointed, and then I felt that remorseless hardness penetrating my rectum.

"Never let a boy fuck you in the ass, darling," Julia told her daughter. "It hurts, and it's the most humiliating feeling in the world. Isn't it, bitch?" I nodded. "Getting fucked in the ass is unnatural. It's invading someone in their most private place." She forced her hips forward and I emitted a muffled groan through the mask. "Whatever pleasure you might feel, it's nothing compared to the feeling of being controlled, dominated. Never give a man that kind of control over you."

"I won't, Mommy." Bridget shifted her hips and her slippery petals caressed my bulb. "I want it inside me."

The dildo forced its way deeper inside me and I leaned forward, my penis forcing apart the tender inner lips of her vagina and burrowing inside my gorgeous classmate's virgin tunnel. She was so tight, and so wet, and so hot, that a violent spasm shook my entire body. It drove me mad not being able to release my hips and fuck her brains out. But the big prang inside me kept me from thrusting without a reciprocal pain. 

I was halfway inside when Bridget cried, "Mommy, it hurts!"

"Do you want me to pull him out?"

"No, push it in deeper! But slowly...slow...oh, Mommy...oh, yes, yes! Put it in all the way!"

It was like I wasn't even there, as though Julia was actually fucking Bridget with a huge, hard, throbbing cock. I was only a part of the equation as a penis, as a hunk of hard flesh. But the pleasure I felt was real enough. It was a level of pleasure I didn't know existed. I was fucking and being fucked. I was penetrating and penetrated. I wanted to fuck Bridget but Julia had me totally under control. And she was patient, taking her time, making me fuck her sexy daughter with long, patient strokes.

"Isn't it wonderful, honey?"

"Omigod, this feels so good! This is so much better than the toys you gave me. Oh!" Julia fucked me deep and I buried myself inside Bridget's steamy crevice. "Uhh, I can feel it throbbing. It's throbbing, throbbing, oh God, it feels so good!"

It. Not him. It. That's all I was, a thing. Even though I was living the fantasy of every guy in school I couldn't fully enjoy it. Because, as much as I wanted to fuck Bridget Landau, I also wanted her to want to fuck ME. And she didn't give a shit about me. She just wanted the crank between my legs. When we finished I knew I'd feel terrible.

But that was after. The immediate present was too fantastic to believe. Bridget was getting used to me and Julia started fucking my ass faster and faster, and I responded by fucking her daughter faster and faster. The three of us developed an odd but workable rhythm, with Julia thrusting and I following suit a half-second later. I pulled out and Julia eased the vibrating prick out of my ass, reloading for another ruthless jab inside me. I looked down between my legs and saw my huge penis spearing Bridget between her thin, smooth legs. The lips of her shaved pussy were spread wide open to accommodate my tremendous girth. It was like a glimpse of Heaven on earth.

The bed was really squeaking now, the three of us fucking faster and faster. Julia reached around me to caress her daughter's floating breasts and tweak her pert, stiff nipples. "Uh, oh, Mommy, fuck me. I love you so much, fuck me!"

Bridget put her hands on my hips and used her ankles on my asscheeks to spur me even faster. The faster I thrust home inside Bridget, the harder I got fucked in my ass. It all felt wonderful, the pain didn't matter. I didn't know what would happen if I came before Julia was ready for me. I couldn't be expected to hang on forever.

Bridget was moaning and shrieking now, "Uh, oh, fuck me! Fuck me, oh, Mommy, yeah, give it to me, plunge that big cock deep inside me! Oh yeah!" The fingers that were on my hips drew up my back and she scratched me viciously. I groaned from inside the mask and Julia got excited. "That's it, baby, don't be afraid to scratch!" Julia put her hands at the nape of my neck and drew her nails down the length of my back. Bridget clawed across my stomach. Julia's nails moved next to my tender asscheeks, and I felt the soft flesh tear under her nails. 

I screamed in anguish under the mask, but the pain also brought a sharper edge to the pleasure exploding inside my body. I fucked Bridget faster and faster, Julia fucked me faster and faster, and at last it was too much. "Mommy, it's getting really big, oh, Mommy, I'm gonna come again, oh, yes, yes!"

"He's gonna come in you, baby," Julia said. "He's going to fill you up with come and you're gonna love it. Wait, wait..." I kept thrusting, wondering what Julia was waiting for, and then the vibrations from the dildo increased tenfold and I screamed in ecstasy. She resumed fucking my ass and said, "Any second, baby, any second now..."

"MMMMFFFFFHHHRRGGG!" I screamed inside the mask. I arched my back and buried myself in Bridget's pussy and I erupted like Krakatoa. My balls clenched and a tidal wave of semen flooded her womb. My cock trembled again and again, shooting more and more come, my orgasm going on and on. "Mommy, it feels so warm, so wet inside me, oh, there's still more, it's still coming, oh, yes, yes!" She scratched me again and screamed, "His come is so HOT!"

"Uhhhhhhh!" I bellowed one last time. I couldn't believe the intensity of my orgasm. It left me utterly, completely spent. I didn't have the energy to worry about Julia, or Bridget, or what they might do to me in the future. I was caught in the most perfect moment of my life.

And that's when I heard the voice from the doorway say, "What the FUCK is going on here?"

I looked over my shoulder, and standing in the doorway were my parents. I was still buried inside Bridget, and Julia was buried inside me. Blood dribbled from the scratch marks on my back and chest, and my semen oozed from Bridget's pussy. None of us moved. 

I reached up and unzipped the opening over my mouth. "Hi Mom," I groaned. "How was dinner?" 

The hell else was I going to say?



Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 06



I'm sure you've heard the old saying, "Never assume. Because when you ASSUME, you can make an ASS out of U and ME." Get it, break down the word assume, you get ASS, U, ME...ahh, you get it.

When my parents walked into their bedroom, and found me caught in a sandwich between a gorgeous woman and her even more gorgeous daughter, and asked the reasonable question "What the fuck is going on here?", I assumed the question was directed at me. It was not. I learned that a second later when Julia blurted, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't know. I'm so, so sorry!" She scuttled back and the dildo popped out of my ass, making me whinny with relief.

My parents' eyes stayed locked on Julia. I can barely describe my mother's face, it was a mask of rage, cruelty, and an odd sort of delight. She looked like a tigress who once swore off human meat but had just taken a big bite out of a fleeing native. She liked the taste, and she wanted more.

"I have to congratulate you, Julia," my mother said as she walked over to the bed, where I still lay coupled with Bridget. "You waited 18 years to get revenge on me. I admire you patience. And your ruthlessness, in choosing my only child as the vehicle for you vengeance."

Julia was backed against the far wall, eyes wide with terror. Bridget didn't look much better, and, to tell you the truth, I was scared shitless myself. This was my mommy? 

"I didn't know he was your son! I would never have dreamed of taking liberties with him if I knew that!"

"Liberties like fucking him up the ass?"

"I'm sorry!" Julia sobbed, tears welling in her eyes. "Elaine never told me!"

"Elaine didn't tell you," my mother mocked. "As if you hadn't planned this moment for years. You planned this so I would find you abusing my child, so I would have to re-establish my presence in your life. Isn't that true?"

"No, I swear!"

My mother's face visibly reddened. "You don't wish me back in your life? You dare show that kind of insolence?"

Julia fell to her knees. "Please, Mistress, please, I beg you."

I was watching this with my mouth hanging open, but no one could tell because of the mask. Mom came over and put her hands on my hips. She eased me back, disengaging me from the petrified Bridget. She unzipped the mask and pulled it off. The fresh air was cool and delicious and I took several deep breaths.

"Are you all right, honey?" Mom asked.

"I think so."

"Good, good." She pushed some matted hair off my forehead. "Take the girl in the bathroom and clean yourselves up. Because right now your father and I are going to teach this CUNT..." my mother screamed that last word, making Julia cower like a dog, "that no one fucks with my child and gets away with it."

"No, please!" Julia moaned, but my mother was implacable. Mom said, "Get on the bed! On your hands and knees!" Already my father was taking off his shirt, a big grin on his face. "It's been a long, long time, Julia."

I put my arm around Bridget and led her to the bathroom. Her eyes wouldn't focus, it was like she'd seen something horrible, which, of course, she had. Those blue eyes finally centered on me. "Danny?"

I nodded. "I go to school with you. We're in the same math class. Are you OK?"

She shook her head and started crying. "They're going to hurt my mommy."

"No, no, it's just a game they play. They pretend to be mad, but they really aren't."

"My mother hurt you, didn't she? She wasn't kidding. She wanted to hurt you."

I put my arms around her. "I won't let my parents hurt her, I promise. Come on, lets get cleaned up and this will all be over soon enough."

Bridget stepped in the shower to cleanse the semen running down her thighs, and when she was done I did the same, carefully washing my aching anus with lots of hot, sudsy water. It only took us a few minutes, and I gently toweled dry Bridget's relentlessly sexy body. I became erect again and she put her hands on me, caressing my entire length.

"What are you DOING?" I gasped.

"You made me feel so good," she said, and then she went down on her knees and sucked the head of my penis into her mouth. 

"Ho...holy shit." Even though I'd had a huge orgasm just a few minutes ago my erection took wing. She bobbed her head up and down, taking a few inches of my length into her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she gave me head, and I felt her slick tongue orbit the head of my dick.

It was only a few seconds, but it felt like hours. She drew her lips away and stood up. "I can see why you like doing that so much. It does feel good in my mouth." She knelt and started sucking AGAIN. 

"I'm going to come if you keep doing that," I moaned. She stopped, and I quickly said, "I can tell you when I'm about to come, if you don't want to swallow it."

She stood again. "I do want to swallow it." She kept touching me, caressing me with her fingers. "I liked it, when you were fucking me. I never thought I would ever do it with someone like you, but it was really nice."

I decided to just accept the compliment and not ask what she meant by "someone like you". That's when we heard the long, agonized moan. "Uhhhhh, yes!"

"They're hurting her!" Bridget looked at me with those big blue eyes and said, "Please, help her!"

I opened the door. The scene was something out of a nightmare. Julia was caught in a sandwich made of my mother and father, both of whom were fucking her brains out with grim determination. Julia was impaled on my father, who lay on his back with an imperious smile on his lips. I could see now where my endowment came from, 'cause Dad had a donkey-dick too. And he was giving Julia every inch of his big tool.

My mother squatted over Julia's rear and was cornholing her with a strap-on of her own. Mom's jaw was set and with every thrust her nose crinkled and her eyes narrowed with the effort. Julia had a crazed, disturbing smile on face, her mouth hung open and she licked her lips. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me like the dirty bitch I am. Oh God, I missed this so much! Please, please, I'm a filthy little slut! Fuck me!"

I don't know who was more horrified, me or Bridget. But when Mom said, "Honey, get the lube off the table and come over here," I took the lead. 

"Uh, why?"

"Because I've gotten this bitch's ass nice and open for you. Come here."

"Uh..."

"Danny," my mother said, not missing a stroke, "come HERE!"

I leapt on the bed. My mother pulled out of Julia and filled her hand with lubricant. She smeared it all over my erection. Having my mother, my MOTHER, touching my penis convinced me that the world outside this room no longer existed and we all were deep in the Twilight Zone. 

She guided me to Julia's gaping asshole. "No, please, he's too big!" Julia cried, but she had that insane grin on and she wasn't struggling too hard to get away.

"Danny!" Bridget cried. "Don't hurt her, please!"

"It's OK, honey," Julia groaned.

"It doesn't matter if it's OK or not, bitch!" my mother said, slapping Julia's smooth, rounded cheek. Mom got me into position and stuffed the big plum of my cockhead into her rectum. It was so unbelievably tight that I was reluctant to thrust, afraid that I would tear her apart. But Mom put pressure on the small of my back and I slowly, slowly, penetrated her ass.

"Oh, God, my belly's full of cock!" Julia gritted her teeth as my dad and I double-shafted her. Her rectum was tighter than a fist gripping my dick, I sawed in and out of her slowly but balls-deep. My father fucked Julia like a jackhammer, spearing her over and over again while squeezing and sucking on Julia's tits.

"Come here," Mom said to Bridget. "Come here, don't be afraid."

"No!"

"Uhh, oh, honey, uhhh! Do whatever she says. Obey her."

"Mommy!" Bridget sobbed.

"Come here!" Mom barked, and Bridget complied. She moved close in behind me. "Touch him. Touch his ass, and his balls, and his chest."

"Why?"

"Because if you do, it'll make Danny come faster. And the faster he comes, the sooner his cock will be out of your mother's ass."

"Oh, honey, do it, help him come, please!" Julia groaned. "Much more of him and I won't be able to walk!"

I felt Bridget's hands exploring my body, her fingernails glided across my back and my buttocks. She filled her hand with my dangling balls and nibbled on my earlobe. "Please, come, come and stop hurting my mommy." She gently kneaded my testicles and reached around to caress my tummy and her breasts flattened against my back and it was like a switch flipped on inside me. "Oh, Bridget, Julia, Mom, oh, oh, yes!" 

"Don't come in her!" Mom barked. "All over her back!" 

I extricated myself from Julia's ass and ejaculated all over Julia's tan skin. "Scoop it up and feed it to her," Mom told Bridget. She filled her fingers with my semen and brought it to Julia's lips. Her mother grabbed her hand and greedily sucked my come off her daughter's fingers.

"Ooh, baby, yeah!" my father said. I looked down and my Mom's head was under Julia's ass. She was licking my father's balls and playing with his ass and he obviously loved it. He started thrusting faster and faster and faster, and he said, "Now, baby, now!" My mother pulled his cock free from Julia's pussy and capped his cock with her mouth. "Awww, yeah!" he moaned as he came in my mother's mouth. Her throat clenched and relaxed as she swallowed down his load. 

Mom got off the bed. "Now get out of my house. Don't ever presume to come here again without permission." Julia and Bridget got dressed, and I tried to guess what was going on in my classmate's pretty head. I couldn't believe my own hadn't exploded by now. Bridget gave me a long, searching look before she and her mother headed for the door.

My naked parents led them downstairs, and I heard my mother say, "We'll continue your re-education at Elaine's next party." 

"Yes, mistress." Julia said, her meek tone still so odd and inappropriate. I heard the door slam, and they were gone.

The house was very, very quiet. 

I couldn't believe what had just happened. I didn't want to believe it. My mother had touched me...there. She was also, obviously, the woman Elaine had referred to several times, the one who had so dominated Julia all those years ago. 

I'd had sex with Bridget Landau. I'd taken her virginity. That beggared belief. I was still too shaken to be comprehend that, either. 

On the plus side, I probably didn't have to worry about Julia torturing me anymore. That was a huge relief. But compared to all the other stuff that just happened...

I waited for my mom and dad to come upstairs. They didn't. I didn't want them to. I didn't want to see them because I had no idea what to say to them. I didn't know what they might say to me. I'd seen a side of my mother and father that no son should ever see. Ever. 

I put on shorts and a T-shirt. I could hear my folks talking in whispers downstairs, but I couldn't make out the words. It was getting on nine o'clock, maybe we'd all just sleep on it.

Then I heard loud clumping footsteps coming up the stairs. Dad. I steeled myself for the coming ordeal.

He was wearing a collared shirt and shorts he must have gotten out of the laundry room. "Hey, buddy! Wanna go hit some golf balls?"

I mustn't have heard him right. "Hit...golf balls?"

"Yeah! Go to the driving range, hit a bucket or two?"

Either I was on drugs, or my dad was. I shrugged my shoulders. "Sure. Hit some golf balls. Sure."

We got our clubs out of the garage and went to the car, my mother nowhere in sight. There was a lighted driving range a few minutes from my house and that's where we went. It was fairly crowded, but we found two adjacent spots and teed up. My dad hit his first drive 260 yards dead solid perfect. I hit a worm-burner. 

My father was whistling a chipper tune but hadn't said a word, so I broke the ice. "You and Mom came back from dinner early." 

"Yeah, the place Elaine recommended only serves take-out. We didn't know that, so we got our stuff and we were going to go to Elaine's. But she said she wasn't feeling too well, so we came home. We'll eat when we're done, we got Szechuan Beef, General Tso's Chicken, some grilled shrimp, egg rolls, the works."

So that explained that. Elaine had, in the end, found a way to save me. I'd have to make it up to her.

Dad hit another perfect drive, I shanked one to the right. He kept whistling. I didn't have the guts to say anything else. 

Then my dad said quietly, "I guess we've had a pretty strange night, huh?"

"Yeah, it was pretty strange."

"You're mother told me that you've been visiting Elaine."

"Uh-huh."

"And that's where you met Julia."

"Uh-huh."

"Your mother and I...we used to know Julia."

"So I gathered."

He laughed. "I guess you figured that out." Then he turned serious. "What happened today...I want you to know we're not mad at you."

"OK..."

"And we don't want you to be mad at us."

"I'm not."

"Because you saw some things, and did some things, that children and their parents don't normally, um, do together."

I thought back to my mother grabbing my lubricated erection and shoving it in Julia's ass. I dubbed my drive and it went ten feet. "Uh-huh."

Dad bombed yet another perfect drive. "We don't want you to think that will ever happen again. We'll respect your privacy, and you'll respect ours."

I let out a long breath. "That seems like a good idea."

"Yeah." Dad said. He crushed another drive. "Um, you're mother told me that she found you, well, sucking yourself off."

"I thought we were going to respect each other's privacy!"

His back was to me, and he laughed. "We will! I just want you to know, well, I used to be able to do that too. You're not some sicko." He blasted another drive. "Sometimes I miss it, actually," he said, weirdly wistful. "Haven't been able to do that since you were born, actually. But girls are a lot more fun. Well, you've already learned that with Elaine."

"Yeah, I have."

"Good." I concentrated on my swing and hit my first decent drive. Dad said, "Julia's daughter is really pretty. You should ask her out."

Ask her out? I just deflowered her. God, what was I going to say to Bridget? "She wouldn't be interested in me. She's a bitch, anyway."

"Your mother and I could arrange it so she definitely goes out with you."

"No! No way. Leave her alone."

"OK, OK." 

We hit in silence for a few more minutes, until our buckets were empty. I watched my dad hit one last monotonous bomb, and I teed up my last ball.

"You know," my dad said with a pleasant smile, "it would probably be just as well if we never mentioned what happened tonight ever again. Everything that happened, everything we talked about. Probably be better for everyone. Don't you think?"

For the first time I looked him dead in the eye. I couldn't help smiling back. "I think that's an excellent idea." I stepped over the ball, gave a waggle, and crushed my drive nearly 250 yards. The best drive I ever hit.

"Great shot," Dad said. "You're getting used to using your hips."

"Thanks." We took our buckets back to the clubhouse and headed back to the car.

I know, I know, it's not exactly an episode of "The Wonder Years". But as we drove back home, I realized I'd learned something. You have to learn to forgive your parents, for the mistakes they've made, for the fact that sometimes they are, well, really strange people. And you have to learn that sometimes the best way to accomplish this is to make a concentrated effort to ignore things they've said and done, I mean really block it out, shove it so deep inside you that it would take a battery of psychiatrists ten years to root it all out.

We drove home, and Mom had dinner waiting for us, big steaming bowls of rice and spicy beef and sauce-laden chicken. "How did you do?" Mom said, June Cleaver herself.

"Dad was great as usual," I said. "I hit a few pretty good at the end."

"He sure did!" Dad said. The tension visibly ebbed from Mom's face. Everything was back to normal, the past would be vigorously forgotten. "Well then, let's eat!" And that's what we did, we sat down as a family and had a really good meal, together.



Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 07



After all that happened Saturday night, a visit to Elaine was decidedly in order. She had, after all, been the instigator of all the mayhem that occurred after my folks walked in and found me as the filling in a mother-daughter sandwich. I wanted to both thank her and scream at her for all she put me through. But when she opened the door and I saw that sweet, gentle face smiling at me, my theatrical anger melted away. I was still in the mood for some screaming, but I wanted her to be the one screaming, and in a good way.

"So, all's well that end's well?" she asked after I told the tale. "Did you want to thank me, or are you here to put me over your knee and give me a spanking?"

"Any reason why I can't do both?" 

She giggled, and I could tell that she was as horny as I was. It had been a week since my sexy, fiftyish lover had felt my unusually hefty cock inside her, and from the way she looked at my crotch and licked her lips I had an idea that we wouldn't be talking for very long

"Did you know what would happen when my folks came home?" I asked.

"I had an idea. It was a desperate move, but it seemed like the time for desperation."

"You know that I'm probably scarred for life, seeing what my mom and dad did to Julia. My mom touched my DICK, for Christ's sake."

"Oh come now, from what you say there was nothing sexual about it. When she's disciplining a wayward slave like Julia she gets very impatient. She would never want to do anything with you, honey. I guarantee that."

"Thank God for that, at least. You know, my parents will probably be coming to your next party."

"That's good. I'm looking forward to seeing them. I'm sure everyone else will welcome them with open arms."

"I don't think I'll be able to go if they're there."

"Honey, you're still welcome. You're parents wouldn't mind."

"I would! I don't relish the idea of watching my mom get triple-teamed."

"Yes," Elaine said thoughtfully. "That was her specialty."

"I definitely, definitely won't be there."

She frowned. "That's too bad."

"Too bad for your friends, maybe," I said, unzipping and slowly pulling my pants down. "But not for you." Her eyes gobbled me up as I stripped and presented her with my thick, throbbing stick. I walked close and her cool fingers closed around my erection.


"Is this my reward?" she murmured.

"Every inch."

She put her other arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. She kissed my cheek and stroked my aching penis. "I've missed you, honey. I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too," I whispered. There was more I wanted to say, but I was afraid to, so I just sighed as she used her thumb to smear the tiny drop of precum that oozed from my tip all over my fat, purple head. 

"Let's go upstairs," she said, nibbling at my ear.

We went up to her bedroom, and I took the lead, letting her relax and enjoy herself, to thank her for last night's brilliant plot. She took off her clothes and lay down on the bed, and I immediately went after her heavy tits. I tugged her big, chewy nipple into my mouth and started sucking. Her nipple slowly came erect, and I spun my tongue around and around the sensitive tip. 

"Oh, Danny, honey," she said as I went from her left breast to her right. "How long are you going to make me wait for your cock?"

"Long enough to make you come."

With both her nipples fully risen and purple with excitement, I patiently worked my way down her body. I printed kisses between her breasts, down her tummy, over her belly button. 

Elaine's wide hips started gyrating already, knowing what lay in store. "Are you hungry, little boy?" she teased. "Breast feeding wasn't enough, you want something else to eat?"

"I haven't had breakfast yet," I said, and then my head was between her plump thighs. I licked the soft red pubic hair that was matted already with her own excited juices. Her strong feminine scent and flavor were intoxicating, I had to have more.

At first I just used my lips, kissing her up and down her cleft, but soon enough the urge to taste the voluptuous flesh between her legs was too strong, and I extended my tongue and swept it up and down her moist furrow. 

Elaine's quick sigh of anticipation was all the feedback I needed. I buried my head between her plump thighs and licked her pussy with quick, side-to-side strokes. I gave her clitoris the occasional visit from my nimble tongue, but for the moment I wanted her to suffer a bit. 

"You're TEASING me," she groaned. She pushed herself up on her shoulders so she could get a better look at what I was doing between her splayed legs. "You know what I want, honey. Come on, eat me. Eat my pussy."

I peered up between her heavy breasts and winked. She bit her lower lip as my lips closed around her button. I sucked gently at first, sucking and swirling my tongue around and around. Elaine took in a deep breath through her nose and slowly exhaled. Her hips went up and down, slowly at first, and then faster as I started slurping at her with more enthusiasm.

Her lips puckered and she said, "I want to give you kisses all over your cock."

I shook my head. "Not till you come."

She closed her eyes and pressed her pelvis into my face. "That's going to happen soon, if you keep doing that."

"I'll do it all day, Elaine."

She lay back and put her hand on the top of my head. "Another minute will be enough."

I covered her clit with my lips and started sucking again. I parted my lips enough to let my tongue snake through and slither around her hot spot, and she seemed to like that. "Oh...oh...that's it...that's it honey...come on...you said you'll do this all day?"

"Mmm-hmm!"

"Just give me a little bit more...a little bit more..." A huge smile blossomed on her gentle face. "Oh, here I come baby..." her hips started trembling, rubbing her vulva against my face. I kept my lips locked on, sucking and sucking, drinking down the juice pouring from her excited pussy.

"Oh, BABY!" She rose up on her elbows, her eyes half closed, her nipples taut. "Here I come, here I COME!" Her hips rose off the bed and I slid my hands under to cup her quivering buttocks and lift her pussy deeper and deeper into my hungry mouth. "Ohh...ohhhh...OOOOHHH! Eat me...honey, eat me!" 

I would have licked her all day, as advertised, but as Elaine's hips slowly returned to the bed and the tremors of her climax eased away she whispered, "Danny, darling, fuck me. I want to feel you inside me."

I wasn't quite done with her. I kept my head between her legs, plunging my tongue inside her hole, bobbing my head like a chicken as I fucked her with my tongue. "No...please, honey, fuck me! I want to feel every inch of that huge cock...Danny...please..." 

Again I looked up at her sagging breasts, smiling as I saw the thin sheen of sweat that shone in her cleavage, and shook my head. I was ready to burrow back into her pussy when she grabbed fistfuls of my hair and pulled me on top of her. She kissed me hard, her tongue thrust deep inside my mouth, and as we shared her taste our pelvises aligned. I wiggled my hips, my big probe seeking her opening, and then...

"AHHH..." we both sighed as we coupled. I slid myself slowly inside her, slowly, every throbbing inch of me. Elaine's dark brown eyes closed. "Honey, just fuck me, fuck me any way you want, but fuck me hard."

I put her ankles on my shoulders and rolled her back and pumped her pussy with long, liquid strokes. I felt the sweet squeeze of her pussy at the base of my spine. I closed my eyes and concentrated, pulling my cock out of her sheath until the head nestled in her slippery lips, then snapping my hips forward and burying every inch of myself inside her. After a minute of this patient thrusting I asked, "How's this?" 

Her soft lips formed a tight O. She shook her head. "Harder!" she begged.

"Harder?" I rolled over on her hands and knees and did her doggy-style, her big pendulous breasts swaying as I pounded her. "How's that?" I growled.

"B...b...better!"

I looked down and saw my big pole swallowed up by Elaine's pussy, saw my shaft go in and out, in and out, glistening with her juices. Her cushy asscheeks rippled as my hips crashed into her. "Oh, yeah, fuck me...fuck me.." she hissed. "Fuck me, baby."

I lay her on her side and spooned behind her and entered her that way, lifting her left leg in the air and thrusting myself between her scissored legs. I caressed her soft breasts and kissed her neck and shoulders as my big dick glided in and out of her slippery tunnel.

"You're so big," she whimpered. "You are so fucking big, and you feel so fucking GOOD inside me." Her jaw tightened, and then her eyes popped open and she gasped, "I'm coming AGAIN!"

"I wonder," I whispered in her ear, "if you helped me just because you're a wonderful, loving person, or because you couldn't bear the thought of never having THIS," I speared her with my cock, "inside you again."

She moaned and pushed her tongue into my mouth. "Honey, another week without your cock and I would have killed Julia myself."

When at last she tired of coming around my cock Elaine said, "Fuck...fuck my tits!" I scrambled atop her and settled myself at the base of her big juggs. I lay my pipe between them and she squeezed her huge breasts around me, my engorged cock nearly disappearing around all that soft flesh. My cock was slick from her pussy and her tits were slippery from sweat, and as I thrust between her melons it made a sexy, squishy sound. 

"Uh, God, you have great tits for this!"

She smiled up at me. "You have a great cock for it." I was getting close, it was heavenly having my cock surrounded by her breasts, it felt like two warm loaves of rising bread dough. I leaned forward and put a hand on her shoulder and started thrusting with more gusto. "Let me have a lick," she said, and I pulled my cock from her valley and fed my cockhead into her mouth. She slobbered all over my dick, getting me wet again, and then I plunged back into her canyon. 

"I liked that, I liked having that cock in my mouth," she panted.

"Yeah? Would you like to have all of it in your mouth?"

"Uh-huh."

"Would you like a big mouthful of hot come?"

"Mmm...oh yes."

I rolled over and Elaine crawled between my legs. She didn't waste time, wrapping her lips around my cock and pumping my shaft with her long-nailed fingers. I caressed her soft red hair watched her pink lips slide up and down my cock. "Want to taste me?"

She said nothing, only nodded.

"Then keep doing that." I meant licking my crown back and forth with her tongue. She did it faster and faster, her wet tongue caressing my sensitive tip, and I grabbed fistfuls of the bedsheet and twisted my hips. "Oh, Elaine..." All the tensions of the last few days ebbed away even as the terrible pressure in my cock grew and grew. My emotions were a bit out of whack, and I said, "Elaine, I love you."

Her eyes met mine, and they were filled with such kindness, such tenderness. I couldn't bear to look at her looking at me that way. I started to come and I said again, "I love you, Elaine." I thrust my hips forward and buried my dick deep in her mouth and I came in long, milky jets. She drank me down, thirstily sucking at me until my balls were dry.

She looked up at me. I had to say something, so I said, "I've missed that so much."

"Yeah, me too." I wanted to say something else, but it was a recurring theme for the last few days-I didn't know what to say. 

She snuggled up next to me. "You know I love you too."

"Yes...no..."

"I do. I love you very much. But I think what we have is different than a romantic kind of love."

I felt like I might cry. "I feel that way for you."

She kissed me. "I'm not going to tell you what you're feeling. Only you know that. If you feel that way about me, well, I can't tell you how flattered I am. But as young as you are, sex and love can get really confusing." She nuzzled my ear and said. "You're going to go away to college soon, and you're going to meet all sorts of girls there and forget about me."

"I'll never, ever, ever forget you."

"I know. But I don't want you pining away for me when you should be meeting girls your own age and having fun." She reached between my legs and fondled my limp penis, which immediately twitched with delight. "You just have to promise to visit me on Spring Break."

She kept caressing me and I kissed her on the lips. "For the rest of my life every girl I sleep with will be compared to you. And they won't measure up."

She laughed. "You know how to make a woman feel good about herself." She reached down with her other hand and began manipulating my balls as well as my shaft. I was fully erect again, my cock towering over the bed. "You make me feel good in so many ways."


I rolled on top of her and wiggled my hips, searching for the opening to her steamy nest. "Let me show you another."

*****

So everything was fine with my parents. Everything was fine with Elaine. Julia was declawed. I was on easy street. 

Just one potential problem left. Bridget.

I didn't see her at all Monday morning. Math class wasn't until 7th period. So when I went to lunch I had my head on a swivel, looking for a gorgeous blonde with murder in her eyes. But I didn't see her. Maybe she hadn't come to school today.

I was at lunch, disposing of my hot turkey sandwich, when my friends suddenly froze en masse and looked over my shoulder. "What?" I asked, afraid of what might be lurking behind me.

Their eyes stayed locked at a spot behind my left shoulder. I turned, and there she was. She was dressed down today, just khakis and a preppy powder-blue oxford. Just a touch of lipstick. She looked fantastic.

"I want to talk to you," she said. Her eyes flashed at my friends. "Alone."

My friends started to scatter like roaches surprised by the kitchen light switching on. But I stood up first and raised a hand. "Stay here," I said to my cowering buddies. I looked Bridget in the eye and motioned with my head at an empty booth. "Come on." She followed me to the booth.

Three hundred pairs of eyes watched us take our seat. 

I decided to take a civil tone and see how it went. "How are you?" I asked gently.

"I should have called the cops on you, after what you did to my mommy!"

So much for civility. "But you didn't, because of what your mommy did to me. Don't waste my time playing the innocent, Bridget. My lunch is getting cold."

She got hot, she tried to intimidate me by staring me down, but I wasn't having it. I asked, "Is your mom OK?"

"No, she's not. She's been so...nice! She hasn't bossed my dad around. We went to dinner last night and she wasn't rude to the waiter. She's changed!"

"For the better, it sounds."

Her creamy skin flushed red. "I want you to tell your mother to leave my mommy alone."

"No way. So far as I'm concerned, everything that happened that day didn't happen. Julia is a big girl, she can take care of herself."

Bridget looked down at the table. "You mean, what we did together, you don't want to remember that?" Those blue eyes rose and met mine and I felt the rest of the world fall away. The cafeteria was quiet as a church. 

I decided to lie and see how it went. "No, I don't. It was wrong, and your mother shouldn't have put us through it."

Now her anger showed. "You make it sound like you hated it. I could see your eyes while you were inside me. You fucking loved it."

"But she humiliated me!" I noticed heads turning and leaning in to listen, and I lowered my voice. "She made me wear a mask. She fucked me up the ass. She used me as a dildo, neither of you gave a damn about me as a person. She made me have sex in my parents' bed, and she didn't care whether I got in trouble or not."

Now that I was talking Bridget seemed more animated. "She made you suck yourself off and let me watch."

"That was the worst part of all."

She leaned close, and put her fingertips on the back of my hand. "I fucking loved it."

I got the butterflies, both from her touch and from the lusty look in her eyes. "I thought you'd think I was sick."

"I do think you're sick. But it turns me on. I want to watch you do it again."

"No way. It hurts when I do it, my stomach muscles cramp."

She ignored me. "I want to watch you do it again, I want to watch to lick and suck that big, thick cock."

"No," I said, though it did sound nice. 

"I want to watch you open your mouth, and use your tongue all over the head, get it all wet and purple."

I shook my head, because I no longer had the power of speech. I looked at Bridget's lips, her full, moist lips, and watched them say, "and then, after you've gotten your big dick all hard and wet, I want you to put it inside my pussy. I want to feel you penetrating me, I want to feel that huge cock fill me up and THROB inside me. I want to wrap my legs around you and have you fuck me "

My head swam. "Uhh..."

Her fingertips went up to my forearms, her nails playing with the hairs on the back of my arms, hairs that instantly stood straight up. "I want you to fuck me, and fuck me, and fuck me, until I'm screaming, until I'm clawing at you because your huge cock is making me insane."

"Uhh..."

"And then, when you're about to come, I want you to pull out and lie on your back and suck yourself off. I want to watch you make yourself come with your mouth, I want you to taste my pussy while you're sucking yourself. And when you come I want to lick up the semen that's dripping down your face."

Oh, boy. Oh boy. I felt like I was drunk. "You...you've been thinking about this awhile, haven't you?"

"I played with myself all last night, and that's what I was thinking about." She moved her hands back, folded them in front of her. "Meet me at my house after school so you can fuck me."

What makes a man different from the animals? Intelligence, honor, creativity? Sure. But self-control is on the list as well. Every fiber of my being screamed for me to fuck this girl. My very genes demanded it, demanded to be mixed with the obviously successful genes of the supremely gorgeous creature in front of me. But I knew that having sex with Bridget would eventually lead to madness. She would, in time (and not too much time) own me as utterly as my mother apparently owned Julia. So, I had to be strong. Stronger than any 18-year-old male should ever have to be.

I said, "No. We're not going to have sex again." As soon as I said it, I thought, "Wait, was that MY voice? What the hell am I DOING?"

Her blue eyes grew dark, stormy. "Oh yes we are. I want you to fuck me. Right after school." 

The words I'd longed to hear since the eighth grade, and I answered by saying, in a trembling voice, "No, I...I won't."

"If you don't, I'll..." 

And then a thought occurred to me, a wonderful, magical thought. Bridget Landau was in love with me! Just as I fell in love with Elaine because of our physical intimacy, Bridget just couldn't bear to live without me. It made perfect sense. I felt my heart swell, I couldn't help the broad smile than blossomed on my face. I'd won the heart of this beautiful, beautiful girl, the most beautiful girl in the world. I had a moment of sublime, perfect happiness, just a moment, and I knew it would be enough to brighten the rest of my days. 

I gazed at her, that dopey smile on my face, and repeated the words from the conversation I'd had with Elaine the day before, with the roles reversed. I made my lips pronounce the words she'd said to me the day before. "I'm not going to tell you what you're feeling. Only you know that." I skipped the part about being flattered, since that was obvious. "I know you're in love with me. As young as we are, sex and love can get really confusing. But, with time, I think that you and I could really...really..."

I can't fully describe the expression that had come over Bridget's face. I'd say it was a blend of incredulity and disgust, about an even mix, with a healthy dash of white-hot rage to spice things up. "You...you think I'm in LOVE with you?"




Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 07



It was then that I gathered I'd made rather a large miscalculation. 

As Bridget's beautiful face flushed red as her lipstick and her left eye twitched, I tried to backtrack. "Well, maybe you're a little confused right now, like I am, about, uh, uh..."

She grabbed my wrist. "Just shut up, and tell me you'll fuck me. I want you to fuck me. NEED you to fuck me. If I could cut your dick off and put it in my purse I'd do it in a fucking second, but I can't, the rest of you gets tossed in the bargain. I think I can block out your ugly face and your pathetic body and that annoying collection of tics you call a personality, but only if your dick is inside me." 

Her fingertips caressed my wrists again. She said, "Danny, fuck me."

I had to get away from her. She was affecting my brain in a bad way. Even after her insults I was willing to forgive her. I'd forgive her anything. If I didn't get out of her gravitational pull she'd enslave me, she'd have me robbing banks at the snap of her fingers, betraying my country just to see her smile. 

There was no gentle way to say what I had to say, so I was brutally blunt. "Bridget, I can't lie. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. You're right, I've dreamt about you for years. I do want to make love to you. But I'm not going to. You know why?" 

The fingers gripping my wrist tightened like steel bands. Her eyes locked on mine, her jaw quivered. "Because you're mean, vain, cruel, selfish...I could go on and on. Nobody likes you. They might be afraid of you, or they might lust for you, but no one likes you. Because you're impossible to like. And if I've learned anything from your mother, I've learned that, as fantastic as sex might be, it isn't worth putting up with someone you can't fucking stand."

There was maybe a second where nothing happened. Her lower lip trembled. I waited for her to say something. I didn't anticipate her next move, even though I really should have. 

She leapt up, leaned over the table, and socked me in the jaw with her free hand. She caught me clean and it hurt. I pushed myself out of the booth, breaking her grip on my wrist. Mistake. She got out first and as soon as I stood up she kicked me square in the nuts. It was like an atomic bomb going off in my groin. By now everyone was looking and running to the scene, and I reached out and grabbed Bridget's arm to keep her from clawing my eyes out. Her free left hand swung and clocked me on the nose. I backed away, but I was afraid to let go of her hand, so I brought her along with me. She recocked her fist and whacked me on the nose again. Finally, at long last, two teachers found the gumption to step in and pull Bridget off me. 

She struggled and screamed incoherently, her blue eyes flashing with lightning, her desperately beautiful face twisted in a rigor of paralytic anger. Now, more than ever, you could see that Bridget was Julia's girl. So beautiful, and so scary.

"You son-of-a-BITCH!" Bridget shrieked. "You think I'm in LOVE with you just because you fucked me? You stupid goddam motherfucking son-of-a-bitch!!"

The cafeteria fell into one of those sudden, ominous silences. Bridget stopped screaming, stopped struggling, as it dawned on her what she just said. The teachers breaking up the fight looked horrified. I don't know if it was because they couldn't believe the language Bridget used or because they couldn't believe that a goddess like Bridget would fool around with the likes of ME.

At the moment I didn't really care. I was writhing on the floor, trying not to puke, yet no one asked me if I was OK, not even my friends. The intervening teachers hustled Bridget out the door, leaving me to deal with 500 faces staring back at me. 

There was nothing to do but brazen it out. I got to my knees, took several deep breaths, got to my feet, took a few more breaths, and then duck-walked back to my table and sat down. I dabbed at my nose with a napkin and found it only lightly spotted with blood. I lifted knife and fork and cut a tiny chunk out of my sandwich. A bigger bite would have made me hurl. I looked up from my plate, trying not to wince. 

"What?" I said to the open-mouths of my friends.

"You fucked Bridget Landau?" 

That was the question I was asked over and over and OVER again as I tried to eat. My friends asked, Bridget's friends asked, guys who'd chased Bridget since sixth grade asked, teachers both male and female asked. I answered the question the exact same way-"No". 

Not, "None of your business", not "No, wink-wink". I stonewalled. "No. No. NO!" That was the only sane thing I could do. Because otherwise I'd get the follow-up questions. "What was it like?" And, "Why the fuck did she pick YOU?"

After lunch I was intercepted by two teachers who escorted me to the principal's office. I didn't think I would get off without a talking-to. I'd never spoken to Ms. Lester before, since I wasn't the sort to get in trouble. Now she looked at me like I was some alien life form who'd just landed his flying saucer on the baseball field. "I understand that you and Miss Landau had a confrontation in the cafeteria?"

"Yes."

"What was it about?"

"I'd rather not say."

Her eyes hardened. "I'd rather you did."

The days where I'd get spooked by the steely gaze of an adult in a position of responsibility were long gone. "I mean no disrespect, really, but there is no way I'm going to discuss that with you."

Ms. Lester shifted in her seat. "Perhaps a week's suspension would change your mind," she mused.

"Nope."

I could tell she was getting angry. She pressed her knees tight together, she hunched her shoulders, and her jaw jutted. "During the fight Ms. Landau said that you and she had sex together. Was this sex consensual?"

"What did Bridget say?"

"What she said doesn't matter. What do you say?"

"If what she says doesn't matter, then what I say is this-we never had sex. She was lying. I don't know why she said that, I don't know why she hit me. I don't know why I'm here being interrogated, since all I did was take the beating."

Ms. Lester sighed dramatically. "I think we should continue this conversation with your parents. And Bridget's parents." 

She meant this to scare me, and I almost felt sorry for her, because it was pathetic. After facing down Julia and Bridget a mere principal was of no concern. "I think we should. I also don't think I should speak to you without my parents with me." I stood up. "Can I go back to class now?"

I think it was standing up that really pissed her off. "No. I'm going to call your parents right now, and you can go home. You're suspended, indefinitely. While we investigate what took place."

I nodded. "My mom's probably home. Do you want my home number?"

Ms. Lester stood and went into her office to call Mom. When she came back she looked a bit disturbed. "Um, you're mother said she'd be here in twenty minutes, and that Mrs. Landau would be here too. So maybe we can resolve this right now."

"Maybe," I said. 

The resulting meeting was every bit as surreal as I expected. Julia started off with, "I don't know what happened, but it was all Bridget's fault."

"What?" Ms. Lester said. 

"Mommy!" said Bridget.

"My daughter told me everything and it was all her doing. Danny was totally innocent."

"Do you even know what happened?" Ms. Lester said.

"What's the problem here?" my mom said. "My little boy gets assaulted by this girl, she admits she did it, yet you don't seem to be listening."

"I didn't admit anything!" Bridget said.

"Bridget! Tell your principal it was all your fault!" Julia looked at her daughter and there were tears in her eyes. "Please, honey, please! Just say it was all your fault, that Danny did nothing wrong!"

Tell you what, I was as freaked as Ms. Lester. My mother was staring at Julia, who was practically white with terror. Julia was staring at Bridget. Bridget looked at the ground. I looked at Bridget. Ring around the rosie.

"Honey?" Julia said, trying to smile and failing miserably.

Bridget swallowed and said, "It was all my fault. He didn't do anything to me. I'm just jealous, because he won't go out with me."

"Wait, say that again?" Ms. Lester said, incredulous. She looked at me like I might start ranting and raving. "YOU won't go out with HER?"

My mother fairly sprang out of her chair. "What, you're saying my son isn't good enough for this little tramp?" She loomed over Ms. Lester, and I thought Mom was going to bite her face off. "All my boy has to do is snap his fingers, and this little bitch will be ON HER FUCKING KNEES!"

Once again, we were off in the Twilight Zone. I touched Mom on the elbow and said, "OK, I think you made your point. Can we go now?"

Ms. Lester nodded.

I steered Mom to the front door. Her face was red, she still looked like she had mayhem on her mind. "Am I suspended?"

Ms. Lester shook her head.

"See you tomorrow!" I chirped.

"We're sorry!" Julia said. "We're both very sorry!"

I took the keys from Mom's hand, but she didn't let go. "Maybe I should drive?"

She gave me a look, a look just like the one when she stumbled in on me sucking my dick. Then she relaxed, opened her fingers, and gave up the keys. "Maybe you should."

I held the door open for Mom, she took a seat, and I toyed with the idea of throwing the keys in the bushes and running for it. The women in my life...what a group. It spoke volumes about the twisted state of my life that the woman with whom I had the most rational, mature relationship was Elaine, a woman thirty years my senior who routinely made me blow myself and enjoyed fucking me up the ass with dildos. 

I had to get away, get through these last few months and go away to college. Then things would settle down. Just a few more weeks of school, two lazy summer months, and then escape from the asylum.

But first I had to drive Mom home. At least this couldn't get too weird. 

Right.



Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 08



After our surreal meeting with my principal, a meeting where my mother had turned once again into a terrifying harpy, I longed for peace and tranquility. I would have been quite happy to drive home in silence, but no, of course not. Mom couldn't leave well enough alone. 

"That girl, Bridget, she's very pretty."

"Yes."

"Really, she's about the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

"Uh-huh."

There was a bit of a pause, I stopped at a red light, and when the light turned green Mom said, "I can get her for you. I mean, I can arrange it so that she becomes your girlfriend. Totally devoted, obedient..."

"No! Don't even think about it! Leave her alone. And," I tried to make my voice as commanding as commanding as possible, "I want you to leave Julia alone. Whatever you're doing to her, stop it!"

That was a mistake. Mom grabbed the steering wheel, yanked hard right, and pulled us off the road. I jammed on the brakes and as we slid to a stop I screamed, "What the fuck are you..."

I didn't finish. I saw her eyes, which blazed with the anger and fury I'd seen that day in the hospital, where she ended up after barging into my bedroom to find me blowing myself. "Don't ever, EVER presume to tell me what I should do! Especially with that bitch! That's none of your business. I don't ask you what you and Elaine are doing, do I?"

She lowered her voice just a bit. "How many mothers would be liberated and sensitive enough to arrange an outlet for their son's sexual energies? Especially after seeing the incre...um...the disgusting way you satisfies those urges?" 

She was suddenly very flustered, I figured she was again remembering that Saturday morning when she walked into my bedroom and found my face covered with my semen after I sucked myself off. "You don't think it bothers me knowing that my son is having sex with a good friend of mine, that you're humping your brains out with a woman I used to watch take on a three men at once, including my own husband?"

"Mom, stop! We shouldn't be talking about this!" She started to speak, but I cut her off by screaming, "STOP!"

I think I got through to her, because the tension ebbed out of her body. She lay back in her seat, and looked out her window. She took a few deep breaths, then said, "I won't intervene with that girl if you don't want me too. I shouldn't be so nosey."

She stopped, and after five seconds I realized that it was my turn. "I shouldn't tell you what to do either. We should respect each other's privacy."

Mom nodded. "You're right."

"OK. Good." 

I started the car and pulled back on the road. About five seconds later Mom said, "Are you still sucking your own cock?"

"Mom!"

"Are you gay?"

"No!" 

"It's OK if you are, really."

"I'm not gay!"

"Bi-sexual? It's OK. I am."

Jesus Christ. "I'm not bi-sexual, I'm not gay, I don't suck...I don't do that anymore. Please, let it rest!"

"All right, all right." Another ten seconds, and then, "Why don't you do that anymore?"

I sighed. "It's too painful. It's getting too hard to bend myself that way."

"You've been putting on weight. You should do sit-ups."

"Wait, you WANT me to do that to myself?"

"Oh, no, no..." she said. "You shouldn't abuse yourself that way."

"It's not abuse. Except when Julia made me do it so Bridget could watch."

Mom's jaw clenched. "Oh, she'll be sorry she did that."

"Mom," I begged.

She shook her head, "Remember, you said you'd respect my privacy."

"Then keep it private. You say she's going to be sorry, I have a right to speak up." I was pissed off, really mad, and so I said, "You know what? I like sucking myself off. I totally LOVE it! I love licking myself, I love getting my cock all wet, and I love it when I come in my mouth! I swallow my own come and I love it! And I'm not ashamed of it!"

My mom looked much the same as she did when she walked in on me blowing myself. She looked like she was having a stroke. I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but it wasn't easy. "I like regular sex more," I said, trying to soften the impact of what I'd just said. It didn't work. She just sat there, looking like she was either going to cry, spank me, or leap out of the car.

We were getting close to home, and I didn't want this cloud hanging over us when we went in the house. I said, "We're going to start from the beginning. I'm sorry about what I said back there. I wish I'd never said it, and I want you to forget I ever did."

She started to cry. "Mom..." She shook her head. She collected herself, and then she said, "Your father used to," she paused a bit, "he used to give himself oral pleasure too." I didn't say anything, not knowing where this was going. With sudden, determined intensity she said, "I LOVED watching him do it, I mean, nothing turned me on so much as watching him suck his cock." 

She sighed. "When I was younger, just a few years older than you, I started swinging with the group Elaine belonged to. I guess you know that I was pretty wild. You've talked to Elaine, and, well, you saw what happened yesterday."

Oh, how I wish I hadn't. "Uh-huh."

"I had a bit of a reputation. I was the girl who would do anything, with anybody, any place, at any time."

"Such a flattering compliment."

She was beyond sarcasm, she was confessing her sins and nothing would stop her now. "After awhile, it started to get boring. The fucking, I mean. That's something you'll learn, that sex can get dull, become just another form of exercise." Her eyes took on a faraway look. "I was at this party...well, it was really an orgy. I'd just done a triple penetration..." She looked at me. "That's when three men put their cocks in a woman's..."

"I can do the math!" I yelled.

"Oh. Well, I walked across the living room and this man rubbed his penis against my ass, and then another, and another, and pretty soon I was on my knees and there were eight men around me. They...well, we didn't use the word back then, but we did a bukkake act for everyone. Do you know what bukkake is?"

I nodded like I understood. I didn't, I'd never heard the word before. Afterwards, I looked it up on the Internet. I threw up in the toilet. My mom, folks.

"They all finished," she continued, "some of them twice, and through it all I was thinking about how I had to do laundry that night so I had something to wear to work! I mean, I was BORED. I'd done it all before, and I knew I'd do it all again."

She smiled, remembering. "Then this man came up to me and said, 'Hi, my name's Bill.' Friendly. Sweet. He didn't rub up against me, didn't stick his dick in my face. Even though he was hung like an orangutan..."

"Mom!"

She ignored me. "We talked awhile, getting to know each other. He was new to this group, but he knew quite a few people we routinely partied with and they invited him to our get-together. We were very careful about who we invited, there was a lot of trust involved. That's why none of us ended up HIV-positive, even though back then we had no idea that was a threat. Most of the people in our group were married, and then had sex with those inside the group. Me, I wouldn't even kiss on the first date, but if it was someone in our little circle, I'd let him fuck me in the ass and then finish him with a blowjob, no problem."

I couldn't even cry. Maybe I would when this was over, but right now I was so numbed by it all I just nodded and prompted her with, "You said you met Dad..."

"Oh, right. We watched the action, and then I said, 'Is there anything new under the sun?' And he laughed and said, 'I can show you something I bet you've never seen.' He took me by the hand upstairs to an empty bedroom. I figured he was going to just screw me or show me some new cunnilingus technique, but instead he lay on the bed and arched his legs over his head and...well, he did what I saw you doing that one day. He sucked himself off."

She actually flushed remembering it. "I mean, he was SUCKING it. Not just tickling it with his tongue, I mean he was taking five or six inches into his mouth! Up and down, up and down, sucking it!"

"Impressive," I had to admit. "I can't go that far."

"How much can you suck?" she asked, those feral eyes burning into mine.

"Uhh...uhh..." I uhhed, trying to decide if this was a question I should answer. "Just a few inches, maybe three."

She waved a hand. "Your cockhead is much bigger, you have more girth for your mouth to get around," she said in explanation, though I hadn't asked for one. "It's harder to deep-throat a really thick cock. I always preferred giving blowjobs to guys with a normal-sized dick, you can really go crazy all over it. Big cocks are better for getting fucked, you feel so much more full inside, and the guy doesn't keep slipping out of you when he's really fucking your brains out."

"So I've read."

Again she ignored me. "I watched your father give himself head and I was laughing the whole time. I LOVED it. I loved how his muscles clenched in his back and neck while he was folded up that way, I loved the sounds his mouth made around his cock. I thought he'd stop, have me join in and finish him with my mouth, but he didn't. He did it all for me. He made himself come and it went all over his face and his hair and his chest. He licked some of it up, and I bent down and kissed him. That was our first kiss, the two of us alone in that room, kissing and licking his come off his lips." She sighed. "We were together, really together, after that."

"What a wonderful story," I said. "Some kids parents meet at the ice cream social, or the sock hop, or at a college mixer. Mine meet in a way that would make the Marquis de Sade ask for a tranquilizer."

She gave me a dirty look and, many years later, I came to regret making that last remark, when she reminded me of it at shortly before my wedding ceremony. Next time you make a snide comment about someone, just remember that payback is a cast-iron bitch.

We were getting close to home. "Why did you and dad stop, ah, swinging?"

"We fell in love," she said. "I didn't want to sleep with anyone else, neither did he. That's something else you need to learn. There's a big difference between fucking and making love. Fucking is fun, you get your rocks off, you get that wonderful release. But when you're with someone you really adore, sex is just sublime."

"So why are you and Dad going to Elaine's next party?"

She smiled. "For fun. Hey, we've been married 20 years. I think we're looking for a little excitement. I don't think we're going to be half as crazy as we used to be, but I'm looking forward to a little nastiness again."

"Great." I stopped at a light and turned to face her. "Remind me when we get home to check the Yellow Pages for insane asylums."

She actually laughed. "For you, or for me?"

"One for each. No visitation privileges."

"Oh come on! You've done some pretty crazy stuff the past few weeks, haven't you? Letting Elaine chain you up so everyone could play with you, that doesn't count as kinky? How about Elaine telling me you had anal sex with a man?"

"That was involuntary!" I yelled. "I was tied up and this guy just started...doing that. I made him stop! If he'd said, 'Pardon me, but do you mind if I stick my wiener up your butt?' my answer would have been, 'Sorry, no, not really keen on it.' I didn't get the chance!"

We both fell silent. Way, way, WAY too much had been said already. The light turned green and I put my eyes back on the road. Mom said, "Can I ask you a favor?"

"To forget the last two days happened? Sure."

"No, no. I'm not ashamed of anything I just said. I was the truth, and there's no harm in that."

No harm for you, I thought, picturing my mom and dad making out after he...no, no, too horrible, get out of my mind!

"But," she continued, "I'm a little bit ashamed of what I'm about to ask you."

"Then don't ask. PLEASE don't ask."

"Would you," she asked, and then, after an eternity passed, "would you let me watch you suck your cock?"

The Earth shook, the Heavens fell. "What!"

"Please!"

"No, and I mean no-fucking-way! For God's sake, we got done reading Oedipus Rex in English last week! Are you nuts?!"

She made a disgusted face. "Jesus Christ, I don't want you have sex with you! I just want to watch you blow yourself!"

"Oh, is that all!"

"God, it's no big deal! I've seen you fuck Julia up the ass, that's a lot worse that this!"

"How isn't it worse? How the hell is it BETTER?"

"Please, honey," she begged. "I'll sit very quietly in the corner. I won't bother you. I haven't seen a man do that in so long, please? Pretty please?"

I had two options-fight, and eventually give in, or just give in. "You aren't going to, uh, touch me, are you?"

"You keep that up and I'm going to be sick. I'm not going to touch you, believe me." Her eyes narrowed. "You don't WANT me to touch you, do you?!"

"NO!"

"Thank God for that," she said, relieved. "I was starting to get worried about you."

We were almost home. "When did Dad stop doing, um, what I do?" I asked, curious, because it was looking like my autofellatio days were numbered. 

"About a year after you were born he just couldn't do it anymore. Probably the same problem you're having. You're getting older, filling out. You're getting stronger, but less flexible." 

"It gets harder every day," I admitted.

"When I saw you blowing yourself, it was a shock, because, well, when you see your son doing something that was once one of your biggest turn-ons, well, I guess I lost it. That's why I kept telling you how disgusting it is, why I fixed you up with Elaine. So you wouldn't do it anymore. Because I shouldn't be getting turned on imagining anything my son is doing."

I wanted to go on record again. "You got that right." 

"It's just that, I think about a man doing that, and it turns me on. I don't know why. Probably because you don't find many men athletic enough and endowed enough to do it. Like your father." She sighed with adoration. Any other time it would have been sweet, her mooning over her husband. Now it was just superduperweird.

I pulled into our driveway, my hands in a death grip on the steering wheel This was a bit much, wasn't it? Already I was visualizing myself lying on a psychiatrist's couch, detailing the events of this day, a day that did so much to screw me up so badly.


I parked and switched off the car. "This is pretty messed up." I said, my entry for the Master of the Obvious contest. 

"It doesn't have to be, honey. I'll just watch."

"You promise?"

She held up a hand. "Scout's honor."

I sighed. "All right."

We went inside, and Mom fairly dragged me to my bedroom. She pulled out my desk chair and sat down. "Do you want me to stand in the hallway? Will you be able to get an erection with me sitting so close?"

I had my pants down around my ankles and she could see for herself that wasn't necessary. "Honey, wow. You are huge. I'll bet Elaine just can't get enough of you." 

"Uh-huh." I wasn't much for chit-chat at the moment. But knowing that my mom wasn't going to climb on the bed and rim me or tickle my balls actually did much to help me maintain my hard-on. I lay on the bed and folded myself into position, and let out a tiny squeak of pain. "Jesus, this is hard!" I gasped.

"Does it hurt?"

I nodded. "It doesn't matter." It didn't matter because my cockhead was right there, plump and spongy-hard, and I closed my eyes and let my tongue lap at it like an ice-cream cone. I made sure I was nice and wet before I opened wide and forced my penis into my mouth.

"Oh, baby, suck it," my mother whispered. I heard a quiet "ziiiiip" and heard the soft rustling sounds of her taking off her pants. "That's right, that's nice, suck on it, suck it."

I obeyed, bobbing my mouth up and down my cock as far as possible. I fellated myself so well that I moaned, and my mom moaned in response. "It is good, honey? You know how to suck that cock, don't you?" I didn't think she wanted an answer, but I mumbled a muffled, "UMM-HMM!"

"Lick it, let me see you lick it!" I released my moist plum and my tongue went to work, swirling over the tip and sending waves of pleasure to the base of my spine. "OHHH!" I groaned.

"Ooooh!" Mom moaned. "Oh, honey, you're getting close, you're getting close..." I was. I was moments away from the weirdest orgasm of my life, and that's saying something. Mom was sighing, cooing, and I guessed she was pleasuring herself as she watching me pleasure myself. I imagined her diddling herself...and my erection immediately started to deflate. In a panic I imagined Bridget Landau, Bridget's fingers busy in the folds of her dewy petals, Bridget spreading her long legs, lying back, so I could mount her and slide every inch of my penis inside her... 

That did it. "Uhh...UHH! Coming, I'm coming!"

There was a scraping sound as Mom got up from the chair to move to the side of the bed. "Come!" she said, her eyes wide. "Come. Oh, honey, come...come...that's it, use your tongue, oh honey! Come...come...let me see you come...let me see that big cock shoot all over your face...come on, honey...come...COME...COME!!!"

All over my face. In my hair, in my eyes, up my nose, all over my lips and chin. It was such a powerful climax that I couldn't speak. I could barely breathe. I wiped the semen out of my left eye and looked at Mom.

She was staring at my cock, at the semen coating my face and cock, and there was a long, terrible moment when I thought she wouldn't remember that I wasn't Bill, I wasn't her husband. I didn't want her to touch me, or even look at me anymore. I made sure not to look at her naked crotch. I didn't want to give her any encouragement, and I didn't want any fuel for future nightmares.

The sound of a slamming door broke the queasy tension. "Honey, I'm home!" My dad to the rescue. My mother's head turned toward the door, and without a glance she left my bedside, quick as a velociraptor. She had her shirt off before she was out the door, and I heard a quiet "snap!" as she unclasped her bra. 

I unlocked my legs and my quivering stomach relaxed. I went to the hallway and heard, rather than saw, what happened next. Dad said, "Hey baby, I...whoa...what's going on? You just couldn't wait to...oh...ohh...baby...oh baby...oh...is Danny...whoa...baby...is Danny home?" A long, shuddering sigh. "Baby, that's...oh...that's good...oh..." Another sigh. "Suck it...suck it...ohhh...no, let's fuck, come on, slow down...baby, you're gonna make me come, I don't want to come like...oh...OHHH! Baby, OK, don't stop, OK, just don't stop...take it all the way..." A loud exhalation, then another, then another. "Yeah! Here...here I come...you want it all over your face? Yeah, yeah, you're a dirty little girl, you're my dirty little girl...oh, Laura, Laura, YES!" 

The usual collection of groans, expletives and sighs of satisfaction rose up from downstairs. "Holy cow, baby," my father mumbled. "If I knew I'd get that kind of reception just for taking out the garbage..."

"You aren't done yet," Mom said. "Let's go upstairs."

"I hope I have the strength. Where's Danny?"

"Out. He'll be gone awhile."

"Good. Wouldn't want him walking in on us. We've put him though enough."

Yeah, right. I hid as my parents galloped to their bedroom. My mom, naked, grinning from ear to ear, her forehead still shiny in places where my father's semen had splattered, hissed, "Go to Elaine's!"

"Uh, sure."

The smile vanished. "Are you OK?"

"Uh, sure."

"Good!" Her head disappeared, then popped back in. "Thank you, for what you did," she whispered.

"Uh, sure."

"Don't worry, I won't make you do that ever again. I promise."

"Uh, uh, good."

She winked. "Have fun!" I heard her bedroom door slam shut, and then my father's voice. "Uh...oh, shit, don't you even want me to go down on you? I...uhh...ooh, baby, you're soaking wet. What the hell were you up to today? Uh, ohhh...OH. Shit, baby! Fuck me! Fuck me..."




Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 08



I quit the scene. I got in the car, put it in gear, and eased the car out of the driveway. Elaine. I had to see Elaine, and tell her all about this freaky, scary day, and relax in her soft, comforting embrace.

When she opened the door her gentle face shone with a happy smile. "Danny, darling, I didn't expect you! It's so nice to..." She stopped. "Honey, are you OK?"

I nodded, but I said, "Will you...will you just hold me for a little bit?"

"Oh, honey!" She put her arm around me and led me to her couch. She sat on one end and pillowed my head in her lap. Her big breasts pressed reassuringly against my cheek, and I stretched out. 

"Now, tell me what happened," she cooed, and I gave her the rundown of the days events. She caressed my face and my hair with her fingers as I talked, and when I finished I felt much better, much more relaxed. 

"I think I'll be spending a lot of time like this, lying on a couch, talking about how my parents screwed me up."

She kept stroking my hair. "You aren't screwed up, honey. Nothing happened, did it? No. Nothing is going to happen. Your mommy loves your daddy, and they both love you. They just have a...different attitude toward sexual pleasure."

"Different? You got that right."

"Oh, and you hate that so much? You seem to like playing with Crystal, and Joanne, and," her hand slid down my body, to my groin, where my penis refused to lie still, "and, with me?" Her fingernails scratched at the tight fabric around my zipper.

"I didn't come here for sex," I pouted. "I came here because I wanted to talk to someone who cares about me."

"You did talk. Do you feel better?" I nodded. "You know that I care about you very much, don't you?" I nodded again. "Then how about we go upstairs, and I'll fuck you up the ass while jacking you off. Would that make you feel even better?"

Oh, Jesus. "Um, it might."

She pressed her hand on the nape of my neck and I rose to a sitting position. "Come along," Elaine said, and I followed like the obedient dog I was. "Oh, why don't you go upstairs and get undressed, there's a new toy I want to try out."

I went upstairs, got naked, and lay on the bed in Elaine's "fun" room, the one with the leather restraints and the winches, the room where Elaine first seduced me. Seduced me, fucked me up the ass, made me suck myself off...ah, such wholesome memories.

It was closer to ten minutes when Elaine returned, but I didn't mind too much, as she came back naked, carrying a big pot filled with hot water. I could see the steam rising off it. The pot had me puzzled.

"Sorry, honey, it took my some time to get this ready." She set the pot down on the floor, reached in, and pulled it out. 

"It" was a thin dildo with a rather thick, bulbous head. What made "it" unusual was the fact that "it" was made out of glass. "Wha...what is that?"

She smirked as she strapped down my ankles. "Oh, I think you'll like this. It's heavy duty Pyrex, each one hand-blown by a master craftsman."

"You should go work for Corning Glass," I said as she shackled my wrists. I couldn't stop staring at it.

"This model is designed especially for anal sex. What you do is you warm it up in hot water, and the glass holds the heat, and, well, it feels incredible." She cranked my legs up so that my anus was totally exposed and vulnerable. She slathered lubricant all over the dildo and crawled between my legs. "That's what took so long, I was heating it up in hot water." She coated it with lube and pointed the glass head at my rectum. "Let me know if you like it."

The dildo pressed against my puckered sphincter, and then the implacable hardness forced open my tiny bud. Once the thick head entered me the rest of the lubed shaft easily slid inside me. "Oh...oh...oh..." It felt delicious. It felt like something alive in my ass. If I didn't want to be fucked by a real penis, that apparently was because I didn't want to be fucked my a man. Because this felt like flesh, impossibly hard, incredibly warm flesh.

"Elaine, I...oh...this is incredible, it feels so good!"

She put a hand on my thigh and started cranking the dildo in and out of my asshole. "You like that?"

"It's so smooth and warm and..." A shudder ran through my body. "And HARD!"

Elaine fucked me for another minute, her big breasts jiggling with every thrust, her tongue touching her upper lip with mischievous delight when I said, "Oh my God, jack me off, please. I want to come!"

"In a bit, honey, in a..."

I heard a noise. "What was that?" I asked.

"Maybe the door."

I shuddered again. It felt GOOD. "The door? Who the hell would just walk in?" I squirmed a bit, but I was good and tied up.

"We're in here!" Elaine called. 

"Wh...wh...ohh...OHH!" I swallowed hard. "Who is that?"

Elaine answered by corkscrewing the dildo in and out of my hole. "Oh, God, yes, fuck me!" I sobbed. 

A peevish voice came from the door, "You could at least say please!" 

I looked over, and there was Mom, hands on hips, frowning at me. "Even if you're getting fucked up the ass, you should still be polite!"

"Mom, what the hell are you doing here?" I screamed.

Mom walked over to the bed and took a seat at the end. "You don't get to decide who Elaine invites over her house. She called me just a little bit ago."

"E...Elaine," I sobbed. The dildo felt FANTASTIC. "Why would you invite my mother over when you're...you're..." 

"Fucking you up the ass?" she sang, thrusting the molten glass probe inside my rectum over and over and over. 

Mom leaned over to take a closer look at the action. "Elaine said you were upset about what happened this afternoon."

"I...uhh...UHH..." I paused to lick my lips. "Yeah, it was a little weird."

"Danny, I don't want to have sex with you, trust me on that." Mom leaned over so that her face was maybe six inches away from my throbbing penis. I couldn't move away, and I was too far gone with the pleasure to lose my erection.

"Then why are you HERE?" I moaned. I desperately wanted someone to touch my cock, and I didn't want it to be my goddam MOTHER. 

"Because I didn't want you to be so freaked out about the idea of me and your father having sex. Sex is a natural part of life. Sex is wonderful. You seem to enjoy it in a healthy way. You shouldn't have any hang-ups about it."

I was really perspiring now. "I think not having your mom watching while you get bu...bu..."

"Butt-fucked," Mom helped out.

"Butt-fucked! I think that's a reasonable request."

"That's ridiculous. I'm not self-conscious about watching you enjoying sexual pleasure, and you shouldn't feel funny watching me, I don't know, getting triple penetrated by..."

"Will you PLEASE stop talking about taking on three men at once! It's like you have a one-track mind!"

Mom giggled girlishly. "Well, honey, your father and I have been monogamous for so long, I have to admit, I'm looking forward to having a cock in every..."

"MOMMMM!" I bawled. "If you want to screw a dozen guys at once, then..."

"Not a dozen, honey, just three. You see, I get down on my hands and knees, and they..."

"THEN THAT'S FINE WITH ME!" I bellowed, trying to get my point across. "But can we just respect each other's space and not TALK about it."

"Fine, fine, Mr. Sensitive," Mom said. 

Elaine pulled the bulbous glass cylinder out of my ass. "Huhhh! What are you doing!" I said, frantic.

"I want to warm it up in the water, honey."

"Is that the new dildo you were talking about?" Mom said. "I've been thinking about getting one, but Bill isn't big on getting fucked up his ass." She looked over at me. "I'm very proud of you, that you don't have any hang-ups about receiving anal sex."

Some mothers are proud of their sons for their grades, or their exploits on the playing field, or even helping a little old lady across the street. Mine? She's impressed that I love getting cornholed. Maybe she'll put that on the Christmas cards next year, "Oh, and we're so proud of Danny, he takes in the twins like a champ!" 

Mom said, "It took me, what?" she looked at Elaine, "two years before Bill would let me fuck him?"

"At least." Elaine agreed.

"And he still fights me tooth and nail over it. Maybe I'll have him come over the next time you fuck Danny." Mom looked at me. "Will you have a talk with him, convince him that he should relax and enjoy it?"

"Sure, we'll have a nice father-son chat, maybe talk about it at the ball game, maybe we'll...OOOOOHHH!!"

Elaine had interrupted my sarcasm with that unbelievable dildo. "See, you shouldn't smart-mouth your mother." She started fucking me again, faster this time. The dildo was freshly lubed and it slid deeper and deeper inside me.

"Oh my God, please, please touch me!" I begged. 

"No!" Mom said. "Danny, that's disgusting, and it's wrong! I'm not going to do that!"

Elaine laughed. "I think he was talking to me."

"Yeah!" I yelled. "Jesus Christ, I keep asking you to leave, why do you think I would...oh...ohh!!"

Elaine's lubricated hand closed around my erection and started pumping. Her long pink thumbnail orbited the head of my cock as her fingers glided up and down my shaft. "See, honey. I told you you're mother doesn't want to have sex with you. Everything is out in the open, everything is healthy and normal."

"THIS is normal?" I groaned as I teetered on the brink of orgasm.

"You'd rather be in your room jerking off?" Mom asked. "Or sucking yourself off?"

"Isn't that incredible, how he does that?" Elaine asked her.

"Oh, it was wonderful," Mom agreed. 

"I think it would be too much of a strain to have him suck his own cock twice in one day. It is pretty strenuous."

"I was afraid that he was going to pass out before he ejaculated."

"He might have to save that for special occasions."

"Mmm-hmm."

While this pleasant little conversation went on Elaine kept on fucking me, Elaine kept on pumping me, Elaine's big breasts kept jiggling and her fingernails kept tickling and I started coming. "Ohh...Ohhh...OHHHHHH!!!!! Don't stop, keep it in me, keep jerking me, OHHHH!!" I tensed and shot a thick ribbon of semen three feet in the air, and then I tensed and ejaculated again, and again, and AGAIN, and Elaine kept fucking and pumping me the whole time.

"Oh...fuck me...stroke me...FUCK ME...Uhh...UHHH...AHHHHH..." 

Elaine pulled the dildo out of my ass and crawled next to me and started licking my come off my chest. "Oh baby, there's so much when you come, I love it, I love it..."

"See," Mom said. "Bill would love this, if he'd just try it."

My breathing finally slowed enough for me to say, "OK, OK, I'll talk to him."

"Tonight?" Mom asked hopefully.

I sighed. "All right. Tonight."

Elaine washed me thoroughly, and as I dressed Mom said, "I think Elaine and I might chat a bit about her next party. Why don't you go home and talk to your dad?"

"Sure, can't wait for that conversation."

"Thank you, honey!" I thought adults were supposed to hate teenage sarcasm, but my mom seemed totally immune to it.

I drove home to find my dad sitting in his recliner, watching the ball game, a beer at his side. He looked like a man in a state of total satisfaction. "Hey, dude," Dad said.

"Hey."

"Wanna beer? Help yourself."

"Cool." We occasionally shared a few beers during baseball games, and I definitely needed a brew. I went to the kitchen, got myself a Bud, and plopped down on the couch. 

"What's the score?"

"Uh, 2-1, Buccos."

"Good." I took a long pull at my beer. "Oh, by the way, when Mom comes home she's gonna want to fuck you in the ass."

"Jesus Christ!" Dad said, trying and failing to jump out of the recliner. He thrashed about a bit before he realized he had to lower the leg rest. He snapped it shut and sat upright. "I thought she'd finally given up on that!"

"You don't like it?"

"No! She's too rough, she makes me crawl around on all fours and...well, I guess you don't need the details."

"No, I don't."

He guzzled his beer. "What suddenly got her thinking about doing THAT again?"

My bottle stopped halfway to my lips. "Uh, that might be my fault."

"Your fault! What the hell did you do?"

I told him about Elaine and the glass dildo. "Well, actually, she's done that to me more than just once."

He winced. "You like that?"

"Um, yeah. I love it."

"Great. Terrific. Thanks a lot." There was a flash of headlights through the front door, and my dad trembled like an aspen in the wind. "Oh, shit."

Mom came through the door. "Hi, guys," she said. She had something in her hand, a brown paper bag. Neither my dad nor I asked what was in it. We both had a pretty good idea. She gave me a look, raised an eyebrow, and went to the kitchen to get herself a beer. She sat on the couch, I sat on the couch, my dad sat on the recliner, and we watched the game in silence. Dad looked scared. Mom looked smug. I looked at Mom and Dad.

During the 8th inning Mom got up and, without a word, filled a big pot with water and put it on the stove. "Making spaghetti?" Dad asked with humor so forced I winced.

"No," Mom answered, and offered no further explanation. The Pirates wrapped up their victory 15 minutes later, and she said, "You know, you were up early this morning, weren't you?"

Dad stared at the screen, trying to pretend that she addressed the question to me, but she said, "Bill?"

"Uh, yeah, pretty early." 

"You look tired. Why don't you go up to bed?"

He smiled, and it wasn't a very good effort. "Oh, I'm not sleepy."

She smiled back. "Yes you are. Let's go to bed."

Dad looked to me for help. I looked at the floor. Mom got up and went to the kitchen, and we both heard her rustling around with the paper bag. We heard something solid splash in the pot. 

"Help me!" Dad pleaded.

I shrugged my shoulders helplessly. "Tell her no."

"Oh, sure, that'll work," he said.

"Try to enjoy it. Relax. It feels great."

Mom came back in. "Bill! Go to bed!"

He got up and scuttled upstairs. Mom went back to the kitchen, I heard her fish something out of the pot, and she came out with something wrapped in a dish towel. "Good night, honey."

"Good night."

"Everything OK?"

I thought about telling her to go easy on Dad, but then I remembered how she reacted when I asked her to ease up on Julia. Sorry, Pop, but you're on your own. "Everything's fine."

"Good. I'm glad. Good night, honey." She went upstairs.

I stayed up to watch a movie, to give them enough time to do...whatever it was they were doing. Thankfully I heard no noises coming from upstairs. Thank God for small favors. I went to bed around 11:30, got under the covers, and was asleep in five minutes.

The next morning I rose and went downstairs for breakfast. My folks were already up, Mom standing at the counter putting some dishes away, Dad polishing off the last of his omelet while reading the paper. "Good morning," Mom said.

"'G'morning." Everything seemed normal. She said, "Bill, when you're done, will you put your plate in the dishwasher? I'll run it after I get the paper from the driveway." She disappeared, and my dad put the final forkful in his mouth. 

He stood, and an expression of excruciating pain contorted his face. "Are you OK?" I said, alarmed.

He waddled over to the dishwasher. "'Try to enjoy it,'" he said, sarcastically parroting my advice from the night before. "'Relaaaax. It feels greeeaaaaaat!'" He gave me a dirty look. "Guess who gets to clean out the gutters after school today?" 

I sighed and raised my hand. "Bingo," he said. He stalked out of the kitchen, well, he stalked as best he could in his state. I shook my head in resignation and assembled a bowl of Cheerios. It was Tuesday. I sat and shoveled cereal into my mouth, confident that there was no way, NO WAY, that today could be any weirder than the last two. I ate, and consoled myself with that happy thought.



Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 09



When I finished coming, and she swallowed all I had to give her, I found the strength to ask her, "What theory, exactly, were you working on?"

She licked her lips and hefted my now-deflating hose. "This, honey. If you're going to resist Bridget, your cock needs to be like this, not in the state you brought it to me."

"I don't understand."

"You have a much better chance of resisting a girl as lovely as Bridget if you're already sexually exhausted."

"OK..."

"So, you have to make sure that when she demands sex, you've already drained the tank, as it were."

"How the hell am I going to do that? I'm in school for eight hours a day. I can't have sex in school during the day."

A slow smile spread across Elaine's lips. "Well, you can take care of that yourself, can't you?"

"What, suck myself off in SCHOOL? "

She grinned. "That, or just jack off the old-fashioned way. When was the last time you did that?"

"It's been awhile."

"Just masturbate until you're calm. At least calm enough to say no to her."

I nodded. "OK, you're right, that might help."

"It should." She fondled my penis which, while pliable, wasn't quite flaccid. "Just a second, honey." I heard her footsteps go upstairs, then sashay back down. She returned with a long, thin dildo trailing an electrical cord. She also had a tube of lubricant.

"What's that for?" I asked, my dick twitching heavily.

She smiled "Just indulge me."

First she lubed the dildo, which she slowly fed into my rectum. The bulbous head buried deep inside me, she flipped the switch, and a penetrating buzz thrummed inside me. "Oooh," I sighed, and my penis leapt to life like a spurred horse. In seconds I was rampant, and Elaine squeezed lube into her hand and wrapped warm, slippery fingers around my cock.

She stroked me, her palm sliding all the way over my glans with every stroke. She put her hands together, her long nails forming a cage around my penis, and she rotated her pumping hands along my length. The vibrating probe inside me, Elaine's squishy hands..."I'm gonna come again."

"Really?" she said. She sounded surprised.

"Oh yeah. Oh yeah, you're gonna make me come. Elaine..." I stretched my arms out, my hips pumping. I looked into her brown eyes, at her long pink nails, at the straining purple helmet of my dick, and I popped. The slit at the tip of my penis opened and a thin stream of semen leapt out, covering Elaine's loving hands.

I covered my face with my hands. "Oh, God, oh, boy," I moaned. "Pull that thing out of me, please."

Elaine extracted the dildo. "That was so good, Elaine. That felt so good." I thought she would smile and thank me. She didn't. She looked concerned. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"What's wrong, honey, is that I just made you come three times in about 40 minutes. I don't know how much free time you have at school to jerk off, but if you want to be in control of yourself by the end of the day, well...you have your work cut out for you."

I saw her point. But I wanted to reassure her, and in doing so reassure myself. "Don't worry, I'll pull it off." She shook her head and laughed, and I realized what I'd just said. "Um, no pun intended."

"I hope not, honey," she said, fondling my now-slumbering equipment.

*****

I woke from a dreamless sleep around 4AM. I had an erection. "Here we go," I sighed. I threw the blankets off and slid my ass a foot further down the length of my bed. I lifted my legs over my head, wedged my feet under the headboard, and said, "Hello there," to my throbbing manhood.

Already my stomach muscles burned. I had to do this quick. I tongued my cockhead, getting myself nice and wet, and then I sucked myself deep into my mouth. If it wasn't as good as getting a blowjob from Elaine, it still felt very, very good. But the pleasure radiating out from my groin had to compete with the serious discomfort of my abs. "Gotta get in shape," I thought.

And then my thoughts turned to Bridget Landau, to the way she smelled, the sound of her voice, the way her hair flowed about her back when she walked. I remembered the touch of her tongue on my earlobe...and I came. I came in a great clench and release, my semen gushing into my mouth. "Glug!" I burbled as I swallowed my load.

When my orgasm ended the pain in my gut became really serious. I pulled my feet from my headboard and unfolded my long frame. "Gotta get in shape," I repeated. If I followed Elaine's advice I'd be doing this a lot. 

I still had a few hours to go before I had to get up for school. I closed my eyes and fell back to sleep. This time I did dream. I dreamt of Bridget Landau. Not of fucking her. We were together, in a cabin in the woods. I walked through the front door and she was sitting at a table, a vase and a pile of wildflowers on the table. She was carefully arranging the flowers in the vase. She looked up at me. "Hi, Danny," she said.

"Hi, honey." I sat at the table and helped her pick flowers to put in the vase. We didn't speak, we just picked flowers. It was a wonderful dream. What it meant, who knows? I'm not a psychologist. But when my alarm woke me up, I had a hard-on like an icicle. 

"Here we go again," I said, getting my legs in position. Once again I filled my mouth with my hard, spongy cockmeat. It took a bit longer to get myself off this time, I really had to work my tongue around my sensitive glans. But I imagined Bridget slipping that pink oxford off her shoulders, unhooking her brassiere and tossing it on the floor, climbing into my lap...BOOM! Another climax brought about by my talented mouth, another sticky mouthful to swallow. I can't say why I enjoyed coming in my mouth, but I can't deny that I enjoyed it. A lot. 

After I showered and dressed I went downstairs to the kitchen. Mom and Dad were both already dressed and looked a bit harried. "Come here, honey" Mom said, and she carefully examined my face and arms, looking at the bruises. "You look better. If that boy gives you any trouble today, you tell me, OK?" She kissed me on the cheek. "You'll have to get your own breakfast, we're running late." Dad gave me a wave, and they headed down the hall. To their retreating backs I said, quietly, "That's OK, I'm already full."

You can imagine that my day was rather stressful. Panucci and his gang sought me out and found me at my locker before first period. "You're fucking dead," he said. But with his nose taped and stuffed with cotton it came out as "Hur hnucking hed."

There were a lot of people watching, and I liked having an audience. "What's that?" I said, cocking an ear. 

"Hnuther-hucker!" 

"Yeah, yeah. Look, tough guy, any time you want to go, name it. Let's see how brave you are without your pussy...I mean, posse."

More cursing, posturing, motherfuckering. I walked away and they didn't follow. I figured I had a few weeks before Panucci would risk his face again. Then I'd have to pay the piper. But now? Now, when I walked down the hall, everyone looked at me. Not with respect, not exactly. I was still something of a curiosity. I'd gone to school with these kids for years, always blending into the background. My niche had been established, I was a brainy, storky kid of no real consequence. Now I was Bridget Landau's prom date. I was the breaker of the Panucci nose. I was notorious.

And I loved it.

My swagger was staggered when I saw Bridget Landau walking toward me. If yesterday she played the innocent, today she was dressed to kill. Black leather skirt just above the knee, black leather boots just below, and a clingy white blouse that you could just about, but not quite, see through. Her eyes were heavily mascaraed, her lips a deep, dark red. When she walked down the hall every eye followed her every step. Guys were turning around and walking backward so they could keep her in their field of vision.

When she saw me she held out her arms and said, "Hey, baby." She gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "See you at lunch." She walked down the hall, looking back at me over her shoulder, those intense blue eyes boring into mine. I could barely walk, my erection levering against my pants. This, after two bigtime orgasms this morning. Oh boy, I was I trouble.

I made it through first period OK, but after class Bridget caught me at my locker and said, "I have something important to tell you."

"What?"

"I'm not wearing underwear. Just wanted you to know." She walked away.

I lumbered to my next class and told the teacher, "I have to go to the bathroom!"

Mr. Pazerski looked up. "Why didn't you go between classes?"

I put both hands on his desk and said every word distinctly. "I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM! NOW!!"

In the bathroom I somehow got my pants over my stiffy and sat down to work. I started stroking, getting a good rhythm going, imagining Bridget, no underwear, her bare pussy...uh huh...uh huh...

I didn't come. I wasn't close. I was hard, sure, but I didn't feel that sensation of imminent release. I kept working it, jerking my cock so fast I thought the friction might set my dick aflame. Nothing.

A bad thought went through my mind. "Aw, come on," I implored. "This can't be happening." I redoubled my efforts. Nothing. 

The thought that went through my head was, "You can't come this way. You have to suck yourself off. You're too spoiled. Jerking off won't work. You gotta suck it."

I didn't have time. I zipped up and walked stiffly back to class. "I was about to send a search party out for you," Pazerski said. I smiled and took my seat. All I could think about was Bridget's naked pussy under that skirt, her unencumbered breasts under that blouse. I didn't comprehend a single word spoken the whole class.

I got to my locker, exchanged books, and when I turned Bridget was there. "I forgot to tell you something else," she said.

"What," I whimpered.

"I shaved myself last night. Down there. For you." 

Oh, jeepers. I got to class, advised this teacher that I had to go to the bathroom, and locked myself in the handicapped stall. It had the room I required. I waited until the late bell rang and listened carefully. I was alone. I worked quickly, removing my jeans and hanging them on the hook. I lay on the cool tile floor and found that, thankfully, it wasn't wet. My ass was close to the commode, and I used the bowl to lever my legs over my head. I tucked my feet under the door and my cock was right there in my face. 

"Thank God!" I groaned as I put my cock in my mouth. I started to suck, started to blow myself for the third time in the six hours. "Mmm...mmm..." I moaned as my orgasm, which had eluded me while jerking off, boiled to the surface. 

And then I heard the fucking bathroom door open. "Dum, de dum dum," a voice mumbled idly. I was trapped. I couldn't untuck my feet, I'd make too much noise. I also didn't want to stop sucking myself, I was too close to orgasm. All I could do is keep quiet, and hope that my visitor wouldn't think to look for toes under the door.

"Da da dee..." it was a man's voice, not a kid, a teacher, must be. I heard him unzip, pause, and then the stream hitting the bowl. "Dum dum dum..."

I was trembling all over. My abs were about to seize up, my penis seconds from erupting. The bastard at the urinal must have drunk a gallon of coffee. "La da dee..." he sang, and his stream echoed against the porcelain bowl. 

"Mmm...mmm," I whimpered. I batted my cockhead with my tongue and thought about Bridget's shaven snatch. That did it. I started to come, my syrupy come filling my mouth just as the pissing jackass finally ended his evacuations. 

"Ahh..." we both said, him much louder than me.

I still had to wait for him to leave before I could unfold myself. But the bastard was a hygiene freak. I heard water running, the soap dispenser went "ka-chunk!", and I heard him lathering up. All the while my abdominal muscles blazed white hot. 

"Dum dum dum," that motherfucking jerk hummed, washing and washing and WASHING his hands. I started to cry, I couldn't bear the pain. "La da dum..." 

"Son of a bitch!" I sobbed. I had to do it. I pulled my feet from under the door. It made a quiet clatter, but it sounded like gunshots in the silent bathroom.

"Someone there?" the urinator said. It was Pazerski. Great.

"Just me," I groaned. "Dan Payton."

"Payton? You're in the bathroom again?"

"Yeah," I thought fast. "I have diarrhea."

"Anything to do with the fight yesterday?" he said.

Hadn't thought of that. "Yeah, maybe. I took a few shots to the kidneys."

"Why would you mess with a guy like that?" he asked. Not, "I hope you're OK", or, "Panucci should have been suspended." Fucker. 

"Why would he want to mess with me? I broke his nose."

"Yeah, but I heard you got your ass kicked. And if you're in here shitting blood, sounds like you did."

"I'm not shitting blood. And you know what? It'd be a lot easier to do what I have to do without you here."

"Fine, fine." He left, and when I heard the door huff shut I got dressed. When I got back to class my teacher said, "Where were you?"

"Talking to Mr. Pazerski." That satisfied her. I sat down, calm, satisified, my penis limp.

A situation that lasted until the next visit to my locker, when Bridget snuck up behind me and whispered, "I've never sucked your cock. I'll do that today after school." And just like that, my cock went "Booooiinnnnnggg!"

What the hell was I going to do? I couldn't keep showing up five minutes late to class, I couldn't blow myself five, six times a day. There were two weeks to go to the prom. I'd have a heart attack. I'd blow my abdominal muscles and I'd spend the rest of my life folded in half.

At lunch I sat down with my buddies. They looked at me like I was an alien. "What?" I asked.

Vince shook his head. "Nothing, man. Nothing." We ate in total silence for fifteen seconds before the inevitable. Bridget walked up to our table, put her leg on my seat, and said, "Hi, boys. Anything good around here to eat?"

Their eyes all went to the place between her legs. "Do you mind if I borrow Danny?" Their heads went side to side. She took my hand and tugged. I followed, carrying my tray to an empty booth.

"My mommy and daddy won't be home until late," she said. "We can fuck all afternoon."

"Oh, that's nice," I mumbled.

"Nice? Having sex with me is only 'nice'?"

"Oh, no, I just...I'm still a bit in shock."

She leaned across the table. "When I'm sitting on you, when every inch of your dick is buried in my pussy, then I think you'll be in shock."

Oh, God, give me strength. "Bridget, I'm not going to have sex with you."

"Yes, you are." She wasn't angry, or surprised. She was just stating a fact.

"No, I'm not."

She smiled. "Why wouldn't you want to have sex with me? Tell me, I'm curious."

She looked so glamorous, so sophisticated. I felt like a mouse sitting next to a lioness. "Why would you want to have sex with me?" I asked, trying to deflect her question.

"You have a huge dick," she said, impatient. And then, more deliberately, "No, no just huge. My mommy says that your dick is the best she's ever had, it's not just big, it hits all the hot spots in your pussy. She said you really know how to fuck."

"Tell Julia I appreciate the compliment."

Bridget grabbed my wrist. "I don't want you anywhere NEAR my mommy! I still have nightmares about the time you fucked me. The idea of you having sex with my mom, watching her on her hands and knees moaning while you fuck her...I can't stand to see her out of control like that."

"Then you probably don't want to see her with my mother."

"No I don't. And you'd better find some way to break that up."

"I'm working on it."

"Work harder," Bridget said, and the toe of her boot caressed my ankle. "I'll make it worth your while."

I ate without tasting. "I heard Michael threatened you this morning," she said.

I'd forgotten all about him. "Oh, yeah. No big deal."

"Getting your ass kicked is no big deal?"

"I'm not afraid of him."

She looked at me, and it was like she was really looking me over, thinking about something. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing." She smiled at me in a way that gave me the willies. She looked up at the clock, lunch was almost over. "Just come straight to my house after school."

"No," I said. 

She leaned close, the front of her blouse fell open. She pulled the neck open, and I could see her nipples. "Yes." 

My jaw trembled. "I want you to like me." I blurted.

"What?" she said, leaning back. 

"I don't just want to have sex with you. I want you to like me. Honestly like me. Respect me."

When I was finished blabbing I winced. It sounded bad. I waited for the patented Bridget Landau scorn to rain down on me and reduce me to tears. She didn't. She looked at me in that strange way, measuring me. When she spoke she said, "Let's see what happens first. You cave in and fuck me, or I respect you." She got up. "I drove myself today, so I don't need a ride. I'll see you at my house." She kissed my cheek and walked away as the bell rung.

I spent the rest of the day trying to understand what happened at lunch. I thought I knew Bridget, thought I could predict her actions. Just imagine what a super-stuck-up bitch would do and that was your template. But she hadn't blown me out of the water. Maybe she didn't want to embarrass her "boyfriend" in front of everyone? Maybe.

When the final bell rang and I walked to my car, I saw no sign of Bridget. I guessed she left already, home to get ready for me and my dick. I drove out of campus and, instead of turning left, toward Bridget's, I turned right, for the drive to Elaine's. I needed her help. I needed her nimble fingers, her loving mouth, the warm nest between her legs. 

I pulled into her driveway and she had the door open before I got halfway down her walk. "You had a tough day, didn't you?" she said.

I put her hand on the front of my pants. "Let me tell you about it."

We went upstairs, to the bedroom Elaine used specifically for her favorite sexual hijinks. "Get undressed, honey, and relax." I stripped and lay down on the bed, the one festooned with restraints and chains and other trinkets. I told her about my day, the episode in the bathroom, my multiple encounters with Bridget. "Poor baby," she soothed, caressing my face. "Let me make it all better for you."

I was somewhat surprised when Elaine shackled my feet, and then my wrists. "What are you doing?" I asked as she snuggled between my open legs. "I like it better sometimes when I know you're trapped. That way I know that beautiful cock isn't going anywhere, and it's all mine to..."

The doorbell rang. "I wonder who that is?" she said. It looked like she was going to ignore it, but it rang again. "I'll be back in a moment, honey."

It's an odd feeling, lying on your back, tied down, erection perpendicular, waiting for your lover to come back and pleasure you. Not an unpleasant feeling, but odd. When I heard footsteps coming up the stairs I got excited. When I realized that there were two sets of footsteps, I got nervous. Who was the second person? The last time Elaine and I were interrupted in the middle of sex it was my mother who did the interrupting, my mother who watched Elaine cornhole me with a glass dildo. Talk about your odd feelings.

I heard them coming down the hall, and then there they were. Elaine, looking somewhat bemused. And Bridget, looking nervous, excited-and triumphant.

"We have a guest," Elaine said. 

"Oh my God," Bridget whispered. She was staring at my penis. "He's even bigger than I remember."

"You told her to come here?!" I screamed at Elaine.

She shook her head. "I'm as surprised as you, honey."

"I followed you." Bridget said. "If you'd gone home I would have barged in there, but you didn't. I followed you here, and my mommy has talked enough about Elaine and her parties for me to figure out where I was." 




Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 09



"So what happens now?" I asked, rattling my legs in the restraints. 

"I think that's up to your friend," Elaine said.

"I won't have sex with you," I told Bridget. 

"Fine," she said. Without another word she took off her blouse, her magnificent breasts high and firm. My dick throbbed. "Can you help me with this?" she asked Elaine, and my older lover moved behind her and unzipped the skirt.

"This is really beautiful," Elaine said, admiring the skirt. "I don't have the figure to wear leather."

"Of course you do," Bridget said. She moved close to Elaine and unbuttoned her blouse, unbuttoned her pants, stripped Elaine until she too was nude. "You have a very beautiful body."

"So do you, honey, so do you." Elaine said. 

It was like I wasn't in the room. The two women touched each other, fingertips touching shoulders, tummies, nipples. Bridget stood there in her knee-high boots and nothing else and I could see that, yes indeed, she'd shaved herself clean. "What do you want to do, darling?" Elaine asked.

"I want you to show me how to give a blow job," Bridget said. 

My penis twitched with anticipation, I started hyperventilating. I watched with rapt attention as Elaine took Bridget by the hand and led her to the bed. Two women, so different, and both so beautiful. It was probably a good thing I was tied up, or else I would have been bouncing off the walls. 

Elaine crawled between my legs, Bridget lay down next to me. The two women looked into each other's eyes, my penis between them. "They key to making a man feel good with your mouth," Elaine said, "is to get his penis wet. Start off by putting him deep in your mouth, get your saliva all over."

Elaine did just that, putting half of my penis in her mouth, slowly pulling her mouth up, up, up to my cockhead, then back down again. After a few strokes Elaine pulled her mouth away and showed my shiny column to Bridget. "See?"

"Is it hard to do with such a big cock?"

"It is. A normal size penis you can put the whole thing in your mouth, you can deep-throat him all the way. A penis this big you can't do that...at least, not without a lot of practice."

Elaine started sucking on my again, bobbing her head up and down my length. "Oh," I moaned as her tongue trilled under my cockhead.

She pulled her mouth away with a moist "pop!". "See this," she said, pointing with a long fingernail at the shiny, silky patch of skin just under my peehole. "This spot is very sensitive to a man. Use your tongue here." She licked me and I moaned. "Kiss him here." She planted several lip-smacking kisses there and I moaned louder. "Men love that."

Bridget looked intently at my cock, but she made no move to touch it. I didn't speak, it didn't seem to be my place. I didn't understand the dynamic between Elaine and Bridget, but I didn't want to disturb it. I was too excited. 

"If you can't suck his whole cock into your mouth, how do you get him off?" Bridget asked. 

"Use your hand. Hold your hand here," Elaine gripped the lower half of my staff, "And as your mouth goes up and down, your hand follows. Like this." Elaine gave me the works, her mouth working the upper half of my cock, her soft hand stroking the lower. The slurpy sounds of her mouth loving me filled the bedroom. I didn't know what to do. Beg her to finish me? Ask Bridget to try it out? I was too far gone to worry about her respect. Now I wanted her body, I craved her body the way a drowning man craves air.

"I want to try," Bridget said, answering my prayers.

"OK, darling," Elaine said.

"I want to try it on you." Their eyes met, Elaine smiled, and Bridget got up on all fours and crawled over to Elaine. They kissed, briefly, Elaine still fondling my penis, which was now hard as differential calculus. 

"She can practice on me!" I blubbered.

"Just a minute, honey," Elaine said. "We'll get to you in a minute."

Elaine went to a cupboard and pulled out a harness and a dildo. She stepped into the harness, got the dildo arranged, and lay back on the bed. The dildo was about seven inches long and very lifelike. "This is bigger than the average penis, but not nearly so big as Danny."

Elaine spread her legs, the dildo wobbling between her legs. Bridget eased her body next to Elaine and lowered her lovely face to the older woman's breasts. She kissed a nipple, sucking it into her mouth for a few moments. When she released the bud from her mouth she said, "I've never been with a woman. But I've wanted to."

"There's nothing wrong with that. It's wonderful, actually."

"I don't know what to do to a woman, either."

"You know your body. Do what makes your body feel good."

Bridget sucked on Elaine's breasts, her tongue tracing circles around the erect nipples. I was right fucking THERE, I mean, I was six inches away, my erection trembling with every heartbeat, but the girl and the woman slowly writhing next to me paid me no mind. 

"Bridget, darling?" Elaine said. The beautiful face rose from the pillowy breasts. "Suck my cock."

I had to watch as Bridget knelt between Elaine's legs and performed fellatio. She followed Elaine's instructions, getting the whole thing shiny and wet before she really got started. Watching those dark lips spread wide over the dildo, that blonde hair forming a canopy of Elaine's groin instead of my own, was a torture almost exquisite in its intensity.

I didn't speak. There was nothing to say. Whatever I said would be pathetic and needy. I had to sit there and take it, and hope that, after awhile, they'd be willing to give it as well. 

I'd never seen Elaine so caught up in the moment, even the first time she and I had sex. I knew Elaine was bisexual, so maybe Bridget overwhelmed her as much as she overwhelmed men. That frightened me. Elaine was my rock, my beacon of experience and reason. If Bridget got to her, all was lost.

Elaine caressed Bridget's blonde hair as she sucked on the dildo. "That's it, honey, use your tongue, use your tongue on me." Bridget let the phallus fall from her mouth and spun her tongue over the big head. A few seconds of this and then Bridget put it back in her mouth, sucking, jerking the shaft with her hands.

"Do you know who gives great head?" Bridget said to Elaine.

"Who?"

"Him," she said, gesturing with her head. 

"Yes, he does," Elaine agreed. "It's amazing, how he does that."

"Does it turn you on, to watch him suck himself?"

"Yes, it does, very much."

"Have you every seen him suck his cock until he comes all over his face?"

"Yes."

"Have you every watched him swallow his own come?"

"Yes," Elaine said, beaming, obviously excited.

"Do you enjoy swallowing semen?" she asked Elaine.

"Not exactly. I enjoy making a man come in my mouth, and in the moment when he comes, I'm so excited that swallowing his semen is what I want to do more than anything in the world. It's the moment that makes it exciting."

Bridget leaned down and sucked on the dildo some more, sucked on it with such enthusiasm that, had it been flesh instead of plastic, it would have erupted and filled her mouth. "I want to swallow a man's semen," with incredible intensity. "I want to make him so out of control that he comes in my mouth, I want to feel it pour down my throat."

I lay there, mouth dry, a bit dizzy, too much of my blood concentrated in the towering pole between my legs. I wanted to raise my hand, shout at the heavens, set off fireworks. "ME! DO THAT TO ME!" I wanted to scream.

She paused, a strand of saliva momentarily connecting her lips and the dildo. "I want to eat your pussy," Bridget told Elaine.

Now I wanted to scream "NO!" I didn't want Bridget burrowing into Elaine's pussy, I wanted those full, red lips sliding up and down my prick. And I was scared for Elaine, too. I didn't want Bridget enslaving Elaine as she did everyone else. But I didn't say anything. I just prayed.

"No,," Elaine said, getting to her knees. 

"Please, I want to."

She made Bridget lie down. "No, honey. Because I'm going to fuck you now."

Oh, Jesus. Bridget lay down, strands of her hair on my shoulder, and Elaine got between her splayed legs and put the dildo inside. "Oh, Elaine," Bridget cried as the mature woman penetrated her. "I've been so desperate to get fucked since he popped my cherry..."

Hey, they finally acknowledged my existence. "Does it feel good, darling?" Elaine asked as she started thrusting.

"Yes!" Bridget's perfect breasts jiggled just as they had when I fucked her. 

"Does it feel as good as Danny's cock?"

Bridget didn't answer right away, all that came from her lips were soft, kittenish mews as Elaine fucked her smooth pussy.

"Does it?" Elaine challenged.

"No. No, I'm sorry, it doesn't."

Elaine started fucking Bridget faster, faster, lifting my prom date's legs to rest on her own wide hips. She leaned down, Bridget raised her head, and they kissed passionately, soft lips pressed together, their pink tongues gently entwining. My jaw hung slack, my mind could barely believe what I was seeing. "A real cock always feels better," Elaine said. "And Danny's cock feels the best of any cock I've ever had."

For the first time Bridget looked at me. Her face was flushed, her blue eyes narrowed into tiny slits as Elaine screwed her with the strap-on. "I want your cock right now," Bridget hissed. She arched her back as Elaine penetrated her with more and more powerful thrusts.

I looked at Bridget, at that body, those breasts, those lips, those long, long legs. I looked at Elaine, at her kind face, her big swaying breasts. I could have Bridget if I wanted, I could plow her with all the fury this maddening day stirred in me. I could again fulfill the desire of every male who had ever seen Bridget Landau-the desire to fuck her.

That was everyone else's dream. Not mine.

"No," I told Bridget. "Elaine, untie me." Elaine paused her thrusting long enough to reach back and unstrap the restraints that held my legs. Free at last, I got up and walked around behind Elaine. I rubbed my erection against her buttocks. 

"No, please, fuck me!" Bridget cried. "You've fucked Elaine dozens of times, I know! My mommy told me! Please! Be inside me!"

I slowly introduced myself inside Elaine's vagina. "Oh, Danny," she sighed. "I never get used to that, that incredible feeling when you slide inside me."

"No, Elaine, please, give him to me, please!"

She leaned down and kissed Bridget tenderly. "He's not mine to give, darling. And he's not yours to take."

Our three bodies moved together, Elaine fucking and being fucked, the two women moaning in ecstasy as their sweaty bodies pressed close together. I was inside Elaine's slippery vagina but it was Bridget I watched, her beautiful face alternating between agonal need and blissful rapture. 

"I'll beg, if you want me to" Bridget sobbed. "I'll beg to have you inside me."

It was Elaine who answered her. "You don't have to beg, darling, you just have to ask the right way."

After watching Elaine and Bridget love each other I couldn't be expected to last very long, even after three self-inflicted blowjobs, and I didn't last. Seconds after Elaine spoke those words I started thrusting maniacally. "I'm...uhh...I'm think I'm gonna come."

Elaine laughed. "You think, honey?"

"Ohh!" I drove my cock to the hilt inside Elaine. "Ohh!" Elaine moaned, driving her own hips forward and burying the dildo inside Bridget. "Ohh!" Bridget cried, and as I ejaculated Elaine leaned down and kissed Bridget on the lips. When my spasms ended, the woman and the girl were still passionately kissing. 

I eased out of Elaine. She eased out of Bridget. I lay down, Elaine to my left, Bridget to my right. Neither woman touched me. I didn't know what to do. Put my arms around them? What should I say to Bridget?

"Danny, honey?" Elaine said.

"Yes?"

"Go home."

"What?"

She kissed my ear. "Go home now. I think you made your point today."

I didn't understand what she meant. Then I looked at Bridget. She was trying very hard not to cry. And then I did understand. I'd made her beg. She humiliated herself. My continued presence would only make her feel worse. For a second, I enjoyed that. I enjoyed seeing her suffer, as she had caused me to suffer so many times. But it passed like a puff of smoke. I didn't want her to hate me. I didn't want her to lust for me. I wanted her to like me. And I could see in her eyes I wasn't there yet.

I pulled on my clothes, kissed Elaine goodbye, and went to the door. I stopped. I had to tell her something. 

"Bridget?"

"What?"

"I sucked myself off three times today, to keep myself from going crazy every time I saw you. I did it in the bathroom at school, and Pazerski nearly caught me. I won't try to resist you anymore because I can't. I don't have the strength. And, anyway, I don't want to," I shrugged. "The rest is up to you." 

Bridget pillowed her head on Elaine's soft breasts, as I'd done many times before. Elaine stroked her lustrous blonde hair. "Go home, honey,"

I walked out the door. "Danny," Bridget called after me.

"Yes," I said, my stomach sour with anticipation.

"Be careful of Michael and his friends. I don't want your face all messed up for the prom."

I relaxed, and it felt so good to relax. "I will."

"See you tomorrow at lunch."

"OK."

I left Bridget and Elaine entwined together, and as I walked down the hall I heard the sound of soft kisses and gentle murmuring. Now, that was something I wanted to experience again, Bridget and Elaine together, but not as frustrating as this time.

I drove home, my spirit at rest. I walked in the door, and there was my mom, reading the newspaper. And like a slap to the face, I realized that I wasn't out of the weeds yet.

"Hi, honey," she said. "Any trouble at school today?"

"Nah, no problems." I poured a glass of milk and took a sip, wishing it was Jack Daniels instead. "Oh, I forgot to tell you yesterday, I have a date for the prom."

"Really! Who is it? That girl from your physics class you said you liked?"

"Um, no, she has a date. No, I'm going with...um...Bridget Landau."

Her smile not wavering a millimeter, she said, "Over my dead body."

"Mom, I..."

Smile, frozen in place. "Honey. Listen. You will go with that girl over my dead body."

"I..."

There was an odd crunching noise, and I realized that it was Mom grinding her teeth. "Are you going out in the back yard to dig my grave? Because you'd better put me in it before you go pick her up."

"Mom."

"You'll have dirt all over your tux. Don't wear white."

"Mom."

"And tramp the dirt down, because if there's any way possible, I'll claw my way out and come after you."

"Mom! I'm a big boy! I can take care of myself! My God, I'm not marrying the girl. I'll pick her up, we'll dance a bit, drink some punch, have some fun. This is a way for us to put the fight in the cafeteria behind us, get everyone to stop talking about it."

"Oh for God's sake, she's doing this because she wants to really screw you over! Don't you see, this is her big move, she's been plotting her revenge for weeks and now she's sprung her trap! And you walked right into it!" She put her hand over her mouth, tears came to her eyes. "Don't you have any sense at all?"

I was angry. "You don't think she might actually want to go with me? Maybe she likes me?"

"She might like getting fucked by you," Mom said, and then realized what she said. "Honey, you're too good for her. She's beautiful, yes. But inside she's as dark and evil and twisted as her mother. She needs a strong hand to control her. And you just aren't experienced enough yet to deal with a creature like her."

"For Christ's sake, she's not Darth Vader! Julia isn't Hannibal Lecter! What the hell could she do to me?"

Mom put her hand on top of mine. "I don't know, honey. That's what I'm afraid of."



Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 10



When I saw Bridget at school the day after she and Elaine got, um, acquainted, there was a palpable tension between us. We'd reached an understanding-she agreed to stop demanding that I pleasure her with my outsized equipment, and I admitted that the reason I was resisting her charms so resolutely was that I wanted to win her respect more than her body. So you have two young people, hormones a-raging, trying very hard not to have sex with each other. Hence, the tension.

I'll never forget going to lunch that afternoon, since I can point to that particular hour as the moment when it all started to come undone. I sat with my buddies and once again endured the collective cold shoulder. "For God's sake, talk to me!" I said.

"About what?" Vince asked, eyes on his burger.

"Anything! You don't have to treat me like I'm radioactive. I'm going to the prom with Bridget, it's no big deal."

For the first time in a week, Vince met my eyes. "You think this is about Bridget?" he asked 

"Well, yeah, I thought you guys were jealous and..."

"The fuck do I care if you're dating some bitch?"

"Don't call her a bitch," I said quietly.

"Why not? She is, no matter how gorgeous she is." He leaned forward. "I don't know what's going on between you and her, and I don't care. You've changed, Dan. You're never around, you don't hang out with us anymore. You've got better things to do?"

"No, I..."

I was interrupted by a soft touch on my shoulder. "Busy?" Bridget asked, as though my friends weren't there. Once upon a time they would have shrunk back. Actually they did-except for Vince. He looked at her and said, "Dan and I are talking."

"So what?"

"It's important."

Bridget rolled her eyes. "I doubt it. Danny, now?"

I think back to that moment and I scream, "Don't go with her!" to the tall, skinny boy sitting with his friends, the friends he lost for good that day. But I was still a boy, still too young and stupid to see that I was making a terrible mistake. "We'll talk later," I promised, and those were the last words I ever spoke to Vincent Lorenzo, my very good friend since the sixth grade. 

I followed Bridget to an empty booth. "I understand why you prefer spending time with Elaine instead of those losers," she said.

"They're not losers. They're my friends."

She waved a hand. "Whatever. Elaine said I should ask how your mom reacted when you told her we were going to the prom together."

"What happened? She went nuts. 'Over my dead body' is an exact quote."

Worry clouded that beautiful face. "My mommy got down on her hands and knees and begged me to change my mind. She's afraid of what your mother might do to her."

"I'll talk to her, I'll keep her away from Julia."

"No, don't bother. Elaine said that you've honestly tried to help my mommy." She touched my hand and I was instantly lightheaded. "I appreciate that, really. But there might be another way to fix things between them."

"How?"

She withdrew her hand. "Don't worry about it, something that Elaine suggested. But that isn't our only problem."

"No?"

"No." She leaned close, her face filling my whole range of vision. There wasn't the slightest blemish on her skin, her cheeks were so soft, so smooth, and those icy blue eyes looked straight into my soul. I was suddenly afraid of Bridget Landau, afraid of what I would do to keep her this close to me. No price would be too high to pay.

"My mommy wants me to share you with her," she said. "First she begged me not to go to the prom with you, and then she begged me to bring you with her. She loves your dick as much as I do." I shifted in my seat, my flowering erection straining against my jeans. "That's why I didn't tell her about my little plan until now, I knew she'd be a total pest, pleading me to bring you to our house so she could fuck you."

I have to admit, it was a bit flattering to have a gorgeous woman and her goddess of a daughter both so smitten with my physical gifts. Well, gift. I was a paragon of modesty as I said, "Well, if you want me to pay Julia a visit, I guess I could be persuaded to..."

I thought Bridget was going to punch me again. "Don't you fucking DARE!," she hissed. "Don't even THINK about having sex with my mommy!"

I guess offering to fuck your would-be girlfriend's mother isn't the best route to her heart. "Oh, of course not, no."

It didn't completely mollify her. "I don't want you and you mom ganging up on her." She throttled back a bit, and said, "I wouldn't like it either."

Hope, that winged angel, took flight inside me. Bridget Landau was jealous? Maybe the joy showed on my face because a sudden coolness came over her. "If you want me to like you, and respect you, don't even think about my mommy in that way. And let me tell you something, right now I don't like you and I'm not even close to respecting you."

"OK, fine. I won't have sex with your mother." I wanted to bash my head off the table. "I can't believe I'm actually saying that. It's like I'm in the middle of a bad porn movie."

"You wish." She checked her watch. "OK, tomorrow we're going to get your tuxedo and get your hair cut."

"Wait, what? What's wrong with my hair?"

"We don't have enough time for me to go into the details. We'll go to my stylist and she'll make you look human. And I know where to get a tux that doesn't look like something you should be buried in."

"Why go tomorrow? Why not today after school?"

"I'm busy, I have plans."

A green wave of jealousy and self-loathing washed through me. "With who? Doing what?"

She leaned back in her chair, her smug smile infuriating me. She probably could smell the jealousy oozing from my every pore. "It's a mystery, Danny," she said. The bell rang, she got up, and she kissed me on the cheek. "It's a mystery."

She walked away, and everyone around my table looked at me with envy, or disbelief, or resentment. I didn't care about them. I only cared about the girl who, more and more, dominated my life. She had plans after school and it drove me crazy thinking about what she was doing, and with whom. I couldn't make her crazy if I told her I was going clubbing with the Pope. 

I went home that day with a bit of the hangdog about me. I wolfed down an apple and did what homework I still cared to do. I finally paused long enough to think about that conversation with Vinnie. I needed to talk to them, reconnect with the guys I'd grown up with. Pete was going to be my college roommate, for God's sake. I didn't want those icy silences dragging on my whole freshman year. I headed for the door, determined to have it out with my buddies once and for all and get all the shit out into the open. 

I almost made it. "Oh, you're home," Mom said, storming into the living room. "I need you to vacuum in here."

"Oh, OK," I said as she blew by me. I did the job as specified, and when I finished she said, "Polish the furniture." When I finished THAT she called me upstairs and I helped her put clean white sheets on her bed. It's one of those huge, four-poster, canopied deals that sits about a foot off the floor, and my mom actually has a little stool to help her summit those Himalayan heights. I did my hospital corners and tried to read the distracted expression on my mother's face. 

"Are you using a new detergent?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "Now go vacuum the living room."

"Uh, already did that."

"Then do the dishes. I want the kitchen spotless." She wheeled and said, "I have to take a shower."

Well, what the fuck? I went downstairs and washed the dishes and cleaned the counters and Swiffered the floor, all the while thinking, thinking. Why was Mom so freaked? What was the big mystery?

Mystery. The word echoed in my head, spoken in Bridget Landau's voice. Where are you going, Bridget? "It's a mystery."

My blood ran cold. I put both hands on the counter for support. It was impossible. Unthinkable. 

But...

I sat downstairs for a long time, waiting for Mom to come downstairs. Confront her? No, I'd lose that test of wills. Close my eyes and hope for the best? No way. I decided on a Zen approach to this particular problem. Like a reed, I would bend in the breeze. Bend, but not break. 

Mom came downstairs and, wow. She wore a cream-colored suit, the skirt cut a bit high for a woman with a son her age, and showing a bit more décolletage that I thought appropriate. Her dark brown hair hung in soft waves to her shoulders, her makeup was perfect, and I caught a subtle whiff of perfume. "You look like a million bucks," I said.

"Thank you."

"You and Dad going somewhere nice?"

"No, we're expecting guests."

Innocent as a lamb, I said, "Who?"

She checked her watch. "You don't need to be here. Go somewhere."

Jesus. "'Go somewhere?'" I parroted. "Like where? Cleveland? Sweden?"

For the first time since she got home she actually noticed me. "Go to Elaine's, get your dick sucked," she snarled. Then realized what she said, and who she said it to, and she smiled at me. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm a bit tense."

"A bit," I agreed. 

"I just need some privacy. Some peace and quiet."

"No problem," I said, the understanding son. "When can I come back?"

"Around nine?"

"OK." I grabbed my keys and accepted a guilty kiss on the cheek. "You do look great," I said.

"Thanks, honey." She seemed pleased, but still very nervous. 

I pulled out of the driveway, turned down the street...and made a beeline for the elementary school about a half-mile away. I parked in the lot and started jogging back home. I cut through a few back-yards along the way, and in about five minutes I was crouching behind the big pine tree in our back yard. I felt like a criminal, casing a house I was about to burgle. It was fun.

I crept up to the house, and the sliding glass door sighed as I nudged it along its tracks. I took a peek inside, and heard my mother's voice coming from the kitchen. "No, I'll handle it myself...no, if you were here it would only make things more complicated..." There was a longer pause, and then I caught a break. I heard her high-heels clicking across the linoleum floor.

"I don't care how much you beg!" Mom said, getting angry, and I made my move. I padded across the dining room, through the living room, and raced up the staircase on all fours. I lay on the floor just above the staircase, where I would have a bird's eye view of whatever weirdness was about to unfold.

The doorbell rang. "Bill, she's here. OK...OK...I love you too. I promise I'll make it up to you...bye-bye." I saw Mom fluff out her hair, smooth her lapels, and open the door.

"Hello, dear," Mom said. And it was just like seeing the tree Christmas morning, you know that there's gonna be presents, but when you see them all wrapped up it's still a huge thrill. Bridget Landau, wearing a bright red suit cut a bit higher on the thigh and a bit sharper down the cleavage than my mother's, walked through the doorway. She looked gorgeous. Mom looked gorgeous. I watched these two gorgeous women tentatively shake hands, and then, after a pause, come together in a cool, cautious hug.

They walked to the couch in the living room, which was perfect because their backs were to me and I could watch unseen. "Can I get you something to drink?" Mom asked. "Iced tea, lemonade...a glass of wine?"

"Iced tea would be fine, thank you."

Already they were jockeying for position. My mother pointing out Bridget's youth and inexperience by condescendingly offering her a glass of wine, which she of course wasn't old enough to have, and Bridget shrugging off Mom's catty gesture by asking for iced tea, as if to say that she didn't need to drink to prove she was an adult.

Or, maybe, I was reading too much into things.

With refreshments served, Mom turned to the serious business at hand. "I understand that you and my son are going to the prom together."

"Yes, we are."

"Why would you want to do that?"

I have to admit, Mom asking that cut me to the quick. Even though it was a perfectly logical question under the circumstances, mothers are supposed to think that no girl is good enough for her little boy. And yet my Mom was questioning Bridget's motives in dating me. Again, a perfectly logical question, but it still hurt.

I could hear the smirk in Bridget's voice. "Are you surprised because I'm so far out of his league, or do you think I'm not good enough for him?"

"No, you're not good enough for my son. You are beautiful, that's true. Extraordinarily beautiful."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, dear. But I know that the only reason you're going out with Danny is to get back at me, because of what you think I'm doing to your mother. Maybe you plan on making Danny fall in love with you and then break his heart."

Bridget laughed condescendingly. "That's part of it, but it's not that simple. He's already in love with me." It shocked me to hear her say it. It shocked me more to realize it was true. 

"He should be with a girl he can have fun with, a girl who treats him right."

"Like Elaine?" Bridget asked, mentioning my mother's friend, the one who had given me so much pleasure the past few months and had recently added Bridget to her long list of lovers.

Mom laughed, and it wasn't a nice laugh. "From what I understand, Elaine treats you right too."

"She's wonderful. I love her."

"So do I."

There was a pause, and I nearly stuck my head over the railing to see what was going on. But then Bridget said, "I do like Danny."

"Sure you do." 

"I do. I like him a lot. Do you know why?"

"Yes, I do."

Bridget laughed. "No, it's not his dick. That's why I dream about him every night when I play with myself, but that isn't why I like him."

My head swam at the thought of Bridget fingering herself while panting my name. Then Mom asked the question I wanted asked. "So why do you like him?" 

"Because he's a snob, just like me. He says what he wants, does what he wants, and he doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks about him. He stood up to Michael Panucci and didn't back off even when four of them started beating him. And do you know what he told me?" Mom shook her head and Bridget said, "He said that he doesn't want to have sex with me, he wants my respect. He wants me to like him. Can you believe that?"

"Yes. Can you understand that makes me proud of him?"

"Sure. That's what made me interested in him. He's the only man who ever told me to my face that he wasn't interested in my body. I mean, I know he's interested, but at least he's trying to resist me."

"He'll probably be the last man able to do that, dear."

They both laughed quietly, and in a few seconds there was silence again. Then Bridget said, "It's very simple. I want you to stop tormenting my mommy," Bridget said. "If you to promise to leave her alone, and never see her again, I won't destroy Danny."

Mom laughed. "So, once again we come back to Julia. Dear, don't you understand that the mere fact that you're here pleading with me shows that she needs a firm hand?" Mom reached over and touched Bridget's shoulder, serious now. "Your mother and I have a two-way relationship. It's not that I impose myself on her. She submits willingly. When she gives herself to me, she finds a different kind of fulfillment than she does with any other partner."

My mother's hand was still on Bridget's shoulder, and my lovely blonde classmate let her head loll to the side, until her cheek rested on Mom's hand. "Maybe that's true, but I don't care. I can't stand to see my mother grovel to you. I won't stand for it."

"So, this is about you after all," Mom said gently. She reached over with her other hand and smoothed golden hair out of Bridget's face. "You poor, poor girl."

Bridget tilted her head to allow my mother's hands to stroke her neck. "If you break things off with my mommy, it will save Danny a lot of pain."

"What makes you think you can manipulate him so easily?"

Bridget's head jerked up. "Look at me," she said sharply. "You think I can't wrap him around my little finger? Please."

"You're right," Mom sighed. "I doubt he's strong enough to resist you."

I was doubly pissed now, hearing that these two women had such a low opinion of my backbone. So what if, again, they were right?

"So," Bridget asked, "do we have a deal?"

"No," Mom said. 

"No?"

"No. Come now, what kind of deal is this for me, really? I get nothing out of it. I have break things off with your mother, and that's a relationship that gives me a tremendous amount of pleasure. And even if you let Danny down gently he's going to be miserable. You get everything you want, and I get nothing."

Bridget spoke so softly I had to strain to hear her. "I don't think you understand, Danny with a case of the blues is nothing compared to what I could do to him."

Mom said, "I understand you perfectly. But he's a big boy. He needs to learn that life isn't always fair and easy. Life can be cruel as well as kind."

"Mrs. Payton, I can be very, very cruel."

Mom laughed. "I don't doubt that for a second, dear. But I think you're underestimating Danny. He's more resourceful and resilient than you think he is. And," I hearshe reached out and touched Bridget's shoulder again, "please, call me Linda."

At last, Mom paying me a compliment. I was feeling a bit better as I watched Bridget take a nervous-looking sip of iced tea. She said, "I didn't think you'd accept my offer."

Mom nodded slowly. "You're too clever to think I'd cave in like that." Now Mom took a thoughtful drink. "I don't think you came here looking to make a deal."

"Is it that obvious?" Bridget asked.

Mom said, "You tell me." 

Their nervous, girlish laughter rose to my hiding spot. Whatever they were talking about, it wasn't obvious to ME. I strained my ears to hear what they said next.

But it wasn't what they said that answered the question, it was what they DID. Mom reached over and caressed Bridget's cheek with the back of her hand, moving that blonde hair away from her beautiful face. They slowly, slowly leaned forward, and I watched my mother and my would-be girlfriend kiss each other. They kissed softly, gently, Bridget resting her hand on my mother's shoulder, my mother's fingertips stroking the nape of Bridget's neck. 

I tried to scream, I opened my mouth and strained so hard I thought I'd wet myself, but no sound came.

Their kissing grew more heated, more passionate. I could see their parted lips, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Bridget reached inside Mom's jacket to touch her breast. When they at last parted Bridget said breathlessly, "I'll take my mother's place. Leave her alone and I'll be your slave."

"Darling," Mom said, stroking Bridget's face, "You'll never be anyone's slave."

They started kissing again, their busy hands removing suit jackets, untucking blouses. Mom leaned forward and nuzzled my classmate's long neck. I couldn't see Bridget's gorgeous face, but I could imagine it, imagine her eyes squeezed shut, her cheeks flushed, her moist tongue licking her lips. I watched them kiss and caress each other for five minutes and it was the most erotic train wreck I've ever seen.

"Linda, I want us to make love," Bridget gasped.

"I do too, darling. Elaine told me how exquisite you are."

"Elaine told me how wonderful you are."

My mother started unbuttoning Bridget's blouse. "This had to happen eventually."

"So let's do it now."

They kissed again. "Let's go upstairs to my bedroom," Mom said, and helped her new lover rise from the sofa. They picked up their cast-aside suit jackets and headed for the stairs.

Bedroom. Upstairs. I was upstairs. Uh-oh.

I jerked my head back behind the wall and crawled down the hall. Where to go. I was panicked, I had to hide RIGHT NOW! I heard footsteps coming up behind me. My bedroom was down the hall to the left. I would be safe there. I could wait until they shut the door and really started going at it and then slip away. Turn left and I could escape this nightmare.




Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 10



So why the fuck did I turn RIGHT, right into my parents' bedroom? I zipped into their room and scuttled under the huge bed. I lay there quiet as a corpse. I looked out from under the bed and saw two sets of high heels walk in the room. 

"Take your clothes off," Mom said. "I want to watch you strip."

I saw Bridget step out of her heels, and then her skirt, stockings, blouse, brassiere, and panties all fell to the floor in front of me. I could smell her perfume in her discarded clothes. I stared at her bare ankles, while my Mom doubtless stared at Bridget's nude body. 

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," Mom said. 

"Thank you."

"I was so envious when you slept with Elaine. I knew you hated me, and I thought I would never have the chance to make love with you."

"I still hate you, Linda."

Mom laughed. "And I still detest you. But that really isn't the point, is it?"

And now Bridget laughed. "Not here, not now."

Mom walked up to Bridget, still fully dressed, probably about the same height in heels as Bridget was in bare feet. I heard them kiss, soft at first, then louder, and louder, their sighs of delight, and then my mother knelt down and I heard her kissing other places. "Mm...oh...Linda," Bridget said. "Get undressed, I want to touch you."

Mom stood and said, "Help me, darling." I watched the clothes-dropping process repeated, my mother's exquisite suit and undergarments collected on the floor. I imagined Bridget unhooking my mother's brassiere, cupping her newly freed breasts in her warm hands...I was going to hell. I was sure of it. If I wasn't in hell already. 

Bridget raised her leg and rested it on the bed, and my mother's fingers went to work. "Oh," Bridget sighed.

"You have so much to learn," Mom said. "You have so much to learn about making love with a woman."

"I want you to show me."

"I will."

"You and Elaine and your friends."

"We will, darling."

"Uh...uuhhh..." A silence of a few seconds, and then, "Oh, Linda."

My mother raised her own leg, Bridget leaned over, and for the next minute or so I heard them quietly cooing with pleasure as their fingers explored each other's bodies. 

"Linda..." Bridget said.

"Yes..."

"What do you taste like?"

They both laughed. The bed accepted Mom's weight with barely a sigh, her feet dangling above the ruff at the bottom of the bed. Bridget knelt down and I could hear her arranging my mother's legs on her shoulders. Her pussy was RIGHT THERE, if I'd been Gene Simmons I could have taken a big lick, but I wasn't, so I didn't. 

Bridget leaned forward and I heard soft, moist, muffled sounds coming from above my head. She purred, "Mmm...mmmmmmm..." as she gave my mother oral pleasure. I heard the bedsprings tense slightly as Mom rotated her hips as Bridget tongued her, but she didn't make a noise, or say a single word.

Until-"Oh, that's good. Honey, right there...mmm-hmm..." Mom's voice was husky with excitement. Again there was silence, except for the sounds of a darting tongue between my mother's legs and Bridget's kittenish mewling. 

"Oh, darling," Mom said, the springs pinging a bit louder now. From my hiding spot I could see the bottom half of Bridget's breasts bob and sway as she drove her mouth into my mother's crotch. "Ah...ahh..." Mom sighed, the bedsprings grinding a bit more. Bridget's low, hungry growl intensified as she licked and sucked at my mother's pussy, and her efforts finally bore fruit. "Yes...yes, Bridget, darling..." Mom said, and then she suddenly cried out, making me nearly jump out of my skin. "That's it, go on, go on...mmm...oh! OH! Honey, just like that...oh, yes!" The bedsprings popped and squeaked for about ten long seconds, and then there was silence. I saw Bridget sit back on her haunches.

"Did I do it good?" Bridget sneered. She knew the answer to that question. 

"Yes, darling, that was good," Mom agreed. "Now come over here and I'll show you what very good feels like." Bridget stood, and I saw her pretty, pretty feet suddenly vanish as she leapt on the bed to join my mother. 

I couldn't see, of course, but I could imagine Bridget lying on the bed, golden hair falling about her shoulders, her long legs stretched out. I had Bridget Landau nude, excited, lying on top of me...and I couldn't touch her. She didn't know I was there. Life never seemed so unfair. 

If I couldn't see them, well, I could sure hear them. "Ohhh!" Bridget exclaimed, startling me. "Oh, I...Linda, ohh, yes! Fuck, eat me, put your..." the whole bed shook. "Yes!"

The bed was squeaking and creaking as my mom burrowed into the magical petals of Bridget's vagina. I cannot describe the torment I felt, knowing that the girl I desired so badly was being tongued into submission just a few inches away from me-and by my mother, of all people on this godforsaken planet. And the fact that I couldn't SEE anything, that I just had to lie there and listen to them going at each other was the worst part, because my imagination conjured all sorts of inappropriate pictures involving my mother. I should've hid in my room, I thought ruefully. Too late now, much too late. 

"Oh God, ohh God! Put your finger in me again...oh...ohh!" A pause, a long, long moan. "Uhhh! Not my ass, don't put your finger in...oh...ohh...ohh! Ohh! Oh, fuck! Put it deep in me, put your finger deep...fuck me, fuck me, Linda!"

"You like getting fucked up the ass?" Mom said quietly.

"Mommy said it's bad," Bridget cried. "Mommy said it's wrong, she said to never let...ohh...never let anyone fuck you up the...ohhh...up the ass...uhh! Uhh!" Bridget grunted several times, probably due to my mother forcefully thrusting her digit into Bridget's rosebud to the hilt. Bridget gasped, "But Mommy, it feels so GOOD!" 

And then Bridget moaned, "OHHHHHAAWWWW!" and it was so loud I nearly jumped out of my skin. Mom was bringing all her talents to bear. The bed started squeaking rhythmically, and Bridget recited a mantra of lust. "Oh God, oh my God, eat me! Lick me, lick my pussy, lick it...lick it with your tongue, oh your tongue feels so good, so good INSIDE me...ohhh...uhhh...ohhh! Suck it...suck it...suck it right there!" That last request was issued in a plaintive bleat, Bridget on the brink and then I heard a desperate, "UHHH!!! UHHH!!! OHHHHHHHH!!!" Her orgasmic thrashing went on and on and on, the bed buffeted by seismic shivers induced by Bridget's quivering body. 

I wept tears of frustration. It should have been me, MY tongue, MY fingers, that sent her into orbit. Not my mother's. Not my mother's.

The tumult on the bed finally concluded. "Thank you," Mom said. "I've wanted to do that since the moment I saw you."

Bridget sighed with post-orgasmic content. "The first time you saw me, I was lying right here."

"You were."

"And your son was taking my virginity."

"He was. And your mother was fucking him up the ass."

"She was." There was the sound of skin sliding across the comforter, Bridget moving closer to my mother. "So why didn't you fuck me then?"

"You'd just had my son inside you, I couldn't very well go down on you under those circumstances. I also had the shock of seeing your mother after all those years, and my desire to humiliate her after what she did to Danny was ever stronger than my desire for you." She laughed lightly. "As hard as that is to believe."

Again the sound of kissing. "I won't tell him about this." Bridget said. "About us fucking."

"I thought you want to break his heart. That would do it."

"It would piss him off, that's all." Bridget's voice grew soft. "I don't want to share this with anyone else. This is between me and you."

Another pause, more kissing. Mom said, "You have the most beautiful breasts..." and I heard Bridget exhale as, I presume, Mom took one of her nipples into her mouth. I closed my eyes and imagined those pink nubs, swollen with excitement, imagined them in my own mouth, my tongue swirling round and round, Bridget's fingers running through my hair...I didn't think it possible that I could hate my own mother, but at that moment...

Mom suddenly giggled. "What?" Bridget asked.

"You said this is between you and me, and I have something very special we can put between you and me." Mom slid to the edge of the bed and I saw her feet alight on the floor. She walked to her dresser and opened the bottom drawer, and I saw her withdraw two thin, pen-sized dildos. "A small vibrator as an appetizer, and then..." she reached in the drawer, "the main course."

At first I couldn't see what she pulled out, but then the bottom half of it swung into my field of vision. It was a monster dildo, bubblegum pink and about a foot and a half long, with a huge, bulbous head. I was betting that I'd only seen half of it, that it was actually a mammoth double-headed prang. And when Bridget moaned, "Oh God, you're gonna put that inside me?", and Mom said, "Inside both of us," I think my suspicions were confirmed.

"I don't have as big a collection of toys as Elaine," Mom said, "But the ones I do have are rather exciting."

"I want to feel you inside me," Bridget said in a husky voice. Mom hopped back on the bed. "Come here, darling, come get yourself close to me...put your legs here, on top of mine..." I could imagine them both sitting on the bed, moving together so their legs interlocked, pelvises only a few inches away from each other. "Open up," Mom said, "Open wider...wider..."

I heard a buzzing sound, a buzzing that suddenly got softer and deeper in tone. "OH!" Bridget exclaimed. The buzzing went on and on, and then Bridget said, "Put it in me, put it in me now!"

"Not yet," Mom teased. She was giving Bridget the business end of the vibrator, finding all the hot spots that made her new lover squeal. And then the buzzing sound doubled, as Bridget put her probe between Mom's legs. I heard the two women giggle and moan as they diddled each other with their toys.

"I like that," Bridget panted.

"I like it too, but it's better when you're full inside."

"Then let's do it. I want to feel that thing sliding in and out of me.

"Lube it up first," Mom said, and I heard a loud "SPLORRT!" as they smeared the dildo with slippy stuff. And now, I pictured Mom feeding that enormous snake into Bridget's wet nest...

"HUHHHH! Oh, fuck, it's big," Bridget moaned.

"Is it as big as my son?" Mom purred.

"Nothing's THAT big," she said savagely.

The creaking became rhythmic, Mom leaning back and forth as she slid the huge dildo in and out of Bridget's pussy. "Isn't that wonderful?" Mom asked.

"Oh, fuck, yes...but why don't you join me?"

There was a brief squeaking, bodies readjusting themselves, and then I heard Mom groan, "God, that's good," as she introduced the dildo inside her.

"Fuck me," Bridget said. The bed started going "Cree-CREAK, Cree-CREAK!", and the women moaned and sighed in unison. "Don't hog it," Mom giggled. "Save some for me!"

"I want it all, I want it all," Bridget groaned. "That's it, slide it...oh, Linda, oh yes, give to me."

"You want it deep?"

"Oh, God, deeper..."

Mom laughed, "But when I put it deep inside you..." Bridget let out a loud, rolling groan, "it almost falls out of me!"

"Then do it faster, come on, let's fuck! Fuck me!"

"Fuck me," Mom said. "Put your hand on it, right there, and push it inside me."

"Like that?" Bridget said.

It took Mom awhile to answer. "Mmm-hmm..."

The bed squeaked. "Like that, Linda?"

"Like that," Mom gasped. "Just like that."

The bed started squeaking so hard you'd have thought a posse of kangaroos has just hopped by. They had the rhythm now, they were screwing each other with the huge dildo, working the big pink snake like lumberjacks using a 2-man saw, sliding it back and forth, in and out.

Neither Bridget nor my mother uttered a sound that could be described as coherent. All I heard was the electric buzz of the vibrators, the slick, slippy sounds of the dildo gliding in and out of their pussies, and the hungry cries of two women in the throes of ecstasy. I tried, and failed, to escape by burrowing through the floor. 

"Oh, oh, fuck me, ooh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Harder! Ohhhhh."

It went on and on and ON that like that. 

It ended with Bridget sobbing, sobbing, "I can't come anymore, please! Stop, please!"

"You can come one more time..." Mom insisted. 

"I can't, PLEEEASE stop!" I heard bodies shifting, and then Bridget groaned, "Oh, ohhh thank you," as, I guess, Mom pulled the dildo out of her exhausted sheath. And then, "No, don't!"

"Yes!"

"Not your tongue!"

"Yes!" Mom insisted. And I imagined my mother's lips closing around Bridget's clitoris, her tongue caressing the throbbing bud, her thumb slipping deep inside Bridget's pussy. I heard my prom date moan, "Lick me, use your tongue...ohh, Linda, you have to stop doing that. You have to stop sucking my clit. You have to...you have to...or I'm gonna come...I'm gonna come...Linda...oh...I'm gonna come...ohh...ohhhhh!!"

I was this close, THIS CLOSE, to leaping out from cover and plunging my erection into whatever hole presented itself. And then committing suicide. But I didn't, because at long last they finished. 

"I think you've had enough," Mom said. I heard her slither up to where Bridget lay panting. 

"I think I had ten orgasms."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

"I don't think 'enjoyed' is the right word." I heard the soft, moist sounds of kissing. "Did you like it?"

They kissed again, and Mom said, "I loved it, darling."

They lay together for a minute whispering so softly I couldn't hear. Then Bridget said, "Is it better with a woman?"

Mom sighed. "No. I love sex with women. But I NEED sex with men. It makes such a huge difference to have a big, thick, throbbing penis inside you."

"Then I don't feel so bad," Bridget said. "I loved what you did to me, I mean it was fucking fantastic, but I wanted to feel a real cock inside my body. I wanted to feel you come inside me."

"I know what you mean," Mom sighed. 

"But today was very special. Thank you." The kissing again, I fought the urge to bash my head against the floor. I heard Bridget's sexy giggle. "I know something about Danny, something he can do that's very special, and very...unusual." She giggled again, the sound making my dick throb. "I don't think I'm going to tell you what it is."

"Tell me," Mom said, her voice a gossipy whisper.

"I don't think so."

"It doesn't have anything to do with him sucking himself off, does it?" Mom asked.

"You know!" Bridget squealed with delight. Under the bed I squealed for different reasons.

"I walked in on him. He was in his room, feet stuck under his headboard, cock in his mouth, come all over his face."

The buzzing of the vibrator returned. "Go on, tell me," Bridget groaned. "Did it turn you on?"

"No, but only because it was Danny. When I saw him I fainted and hit my head on the floor. The poor boy had to call an ambulance to take me to the hospital."

Bridget half-laughed, half moaned with delight. I cringed like a dog. How could Mom tell her this? Was she also so blind with lust that she couldn't deny Bridget anything she asked?

I soon found out. Bridget asked, "Have you seen him blow himself since then?" And Mom said, "Of course not." A lie-she'd asked me, no, BEGGED me, to let her watch me fellate myself, on a day even more fucked up than this one. 

"Why did you faint?" Bridget asked. "You didn't seem disturbed about watching him fuck my mommy up the ass."

"Well, it was a shock, for one thing. Plus, Bill used to be able to suck himself off, and I loved watching him do it. I would rim him while he sucked himself and I could make him come like a ruptured hydrant."

"Your husband seems like a fascinating man," Bridget purred in a sultry voice that would have made my dad's year to hear. "I'd love to get to know him better."

Mom laughed. "That's why I didn't let him join us."

"He wanted to?"

"Please, don't play coy, it doesn't suit you. He begged me to let him join us. When I fuck him tonight I'll tell him all about you, and he'll cry like a little boy because I wouldn't let him play too."

The vibrator buzzed between Bridget's legs. "Tell him," she breathed, and the vibrator suddenly went quiet. I could still hear it, but it was muffled nearly to silence. "Tell him, I wanted to give this to him myself." The vibrator buzzed loudly for a second then stopped. "Tell him to suck on this, it'll give him a little taste of me."

The vibrator had been deep inside her pussy. Mom said, "You're a twisted little girl."

"That's why we get along so well in bed."

"I'll get a Ziplock bag." Mom disappeared, and Bridget flopped back on the bed. She sighed heavily, a happy, satisfied sigh. And then she said, "Danny, Danny, Danny...I almost don't want to go through with this."

At first I thought she was addressing me directly, that she'd spotted me somehow, but of course that was wrong. The fact that I was in her thoughts at all thrilled me to the core. Even if what she said sounded ominous. 

Mom returned and put Dad's treat in the plastic bag. "I'll really torment him with this," Mom said.

Bridget said, "Find some excuse to get Danny out of the house the day after tomorrow and I'll come over and make love to you and your husband. Let's all have fun together. I saw how handsome he is, and I know he has a huge dick."

I nearly puked. Mom laughed. "Bill would give his right arm to have sex with you. But I think I'm going to keep you away from him. You're too...overwhelming, even for him."

"And I'm too overwhelming for Danny?"

"Much too much."

"I am going to have sex with him again, I want you to know that." Bridget said, and the flat world under the bed whirled about me. She wanted to have sex with me, it was too much to hope for.

"I'm asking politely. Leave Danny alone."

"No," Bridget said, and then she laughed. "This is fucking hilarious."

"What is?"

"Elaine has fucked hundreds of men, but she told me that Danny is the best lover she's ever had. He has the biggest, thickest, most incredible penis she's ever had. All her friends agree that Danny gives them more pleasure when he makes love to them than any other man they've known."

"What's funny about that?" Mom asked, and I too wanted to hear the punch line.

"You love to fuck as much as any of them. And you're the sexiest, most exciting lover I could ever imagine. But you'll never enjoy the most incredible cock in the world, because it's attached to your son!" Bridget laughed, and it was a cruel witch's cackle.

Mom's voice froze the air. "Let me tell you something. If you and my son have sex again it will be the ruin of you both. I don't care about my son's dick. I love him because he's kind and sweet and decent. Everything you're not. If he's too stupid to listen to me and avoid you, then he deserves whatever pain you have in store for him."

There was a long pause, during which I forgot to breathe. Bridget said, "I should go. I have some errands to run, and I promised my mother I'd be home by seven-thirty."

"Then you'd better be leaving."

I watched Bridget's feet touch the floor, and she slipped into panties, pulled stockings over her long legs, stepped back into her skirt. The tension in the room was palpable, even to me under the bed. But when Bridget said, "Could you zip me?" Mom said, "Of course, darling."

I heard the sweeping sound of bare arms slipping into silken sleeves. When she finished dressing Bridget said, "I'm going to go with Danny tomorrow to get his tux. Do you think we could meet again the day after?"

"I think I can arrange for Danny to be out of the house. I'll call Elaine, she'll take him off my hands. And Bill is going to the baseball game with some friends from work." Mom walked up to Bridget, their toes nearly touched. "I'd like that very much." 




Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 10



"Call me and let me know when I can come over."

Mom said she would, and then they shared one last kiss goodbye. They walked out of the bedroom together, and the last thing I heard Bridget say was, "Where did you get that fabulous suit?"

I had to decide whether to break cover and make a break for my bedroom, but staying put seemed the safest course of action. When Mom returned a scant twenty seconds later it seemed I'd made the right choice. She trod lightly across the carpet, I half-expected her to start skipping. I could not believe, COULD NOT BELIEVE, that my Mom had just had sex with Bridget Landau. You Mom isn't supposed to fuck your prom date. It's just not done.

She started stripping the bed and I huddled underneath, trying to make myself invisible. As she worked Mom sang lightly to herself, a cheery little tune with lots of tra-la-las. Here I was ready to throttle her and she was channeling Mary Poppins.

Mom carelessly tossed her suit jacket, skirt, and blouse by her closet door, then piled the bedding on top. I watched her feet move to the bathroom, and a few seconds after the door closed I heard the shower running for the second time this afternoon. I waited until I heard the glass shower door slam shut and Mom's singing before I crawled out of my hole. I walked downstairs and out the front door. There was no reason to sneak out the back, I wasn't a burglar anymore, just a pissed-off teenager stalking out of his house. The thrill was gone, replaced by a sick, green dyspepsia that made me belch with every other step. 

And each step was painful, because of the hammer in my pants. I was fiercely erect, and my arousal just made me madder and madder, because I knew the cause of it. I was so angry at Bridget, at my Mom. I remembered that Bridget said Elaine gave her the idea of how to settle things with my mom, so I had that redheaded troublemaker to thank for the evening's twisted entertainment. I was mad at all those females who thought I was just some pathetic little kid, a puppet for wiser, more mature hands to manipulate, the only string that mattered to them the one connected to my penis. 

By the time I reached my car I was in a rage. I wanted to bury this bone between a woman's thighs, but whose? Bridget's? Never. Mom's? Eeeee-yuck. Elaine's? Absolutely not. Who, then?

When I came up with the answer I started to laugh. Not a chirpy giggle like my post-coital mother, but an evil-genius-hatching-a-plan cackle. "Oh, yes," I said as I pulled out the parking lot. I had time, as much as an hour, and that should be plenty. I drove fast but in control, I had to keep a lid on my boiling anger or I might start plowing over pedestrians like I was a character in Grand Theft Auto. I reached my destination and stepped on the parking brake with so much force I thought my foot would go straight through to the concrete. 

I rang the doorbell, and while I waited I unbuttoned my shorts. When I saw a familiar silhouette through the window I pulled them down and freed my panting organ. It jutted out from my body in all its obscene glory. The woman in the doorway was gorgeous, her lustrous black hair pulled back, bright red lipstick, a black tank top and tight white slacks. The woman looked me in the eye, then looked at the enormity between my legs, and she said, "Oh, Jesus."

I moved closer, until my penis was just inches from her belly. "Are you going to let me in, Julia?" I rubbed the head of my dick against her stomach and crotch, smearing the syrup leaking from my cockhead over her blouse and pants. "Let me inside, Julia, please," I said, rubbing my penis between her legs, staining the thin white fabric into near-transparency. "Come on, let me in."



Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 11



When a man wants to seduce a woman he must use different tactics dictated by the situation and by the woman. Sometimes soft lights and champagne is the key that unlocks that particular door. A fierce, stolen kiss might be the act that finally breaks down her resistance. Maybe all it takes is putting the toilet seat down. There's no hard and fast rule.

But hard and fast was how I set about seducing Julia, Bridget's sexy mother, the woman who took my virginity, and was now my own mother's sexual plaything. I took out my penis, which was very hard, and rubbed it between her legs, trying to get it inside her as fast as possible. We didn't have much time before Bridget came home, and after listening to Bridget and my mother fuck around while I hid under Mom's bed, I was in a towering rage. I wanted to get back at both of them, and what better way to show my independence than having sex with Julia? Both Bridget and my mother had forbidden any contact with this tall, gorgeous, sexy brunette, so it was contact I lusted for. The contact of my throbbing penis with the moist nest between her long, long legs. 

I put my hand on Julia's waist and pulled her close, the underside of my penis sliding up the front of her slacks. "Oh," I breathed. "That feels good."

She was looking straight down at the big pink snake rubbing against her and her eyes were saucers. "You're not supposed to be here!" she squealed. "You mother will hurt me!"

"What about Bridget?" I asked, humping her belly. "What would she do if we fucked right now?"

"She'd never forgive me," Julia said, reaching down to tickle my cockhead with her long red nails. She licked her lips.

"My mom isn't here. Bridget isn't here." I pushed my hips against her, forcing her back inside, until we both stood on the foyer. I closed the door behind us. "But I'm here. You're here. No one else needs to know."

I could see the conflict in her eyes. She was afraid of violating Mom's sanction, but..."You cock looks so fucking good!" She closed her eyes. "Why are you here? Why are you fucking tormenting me like this?"

An idea popped into my head. Maybe I could give Julia's confidence a boost, get her to stop being a lapdog and start being the super-mega-bitch she was when I met her, the woman who ruthlessly cornholed me with a strap-on, who deflowered me by squat-fucking me at Elaine's house. A dangerous gambit, perhaps, but one I thought worth playing.

"I'm here because I couldn't stay away any longer. You were my first, Julia, and it's been so long since you let me enjoy you. I hate my mother from keeping me from fucking you. Don't you want me to fuck you? Is that it? I'm not good enough for you?" I hung my head.

"Oh fuck, no, no! I love your cock, I'd give anything to have your dick pounding me again, but..." 

"I'm so HARD, please, Julia, touch me. Touch my cock. Touch it. Touch it with your hands, touch it...that's it...use your hands, feel how hard I am. Feel how hard I am for you, feel...oh...oh...that's it, feel how hard I am for you...ohhhh..."

There was no way she could resist. Her warm hands caressed my penis, she hefted my balls in her palms and felt their tremendous weight. "You're hard as stone," she groaned. It was true. I don't think I'd ever been harder in my life. She stroked my cock and I thought the straining flesh might crack and splinter.

She bent at the waist, tossed her silky black ponytail over her shoulder, and put the head of my penis in her mouth. She was so tall, and I was so long, that she didn't need to go down on her knees. Her tongue slithered over the oily head of my dick before she wrapped her lips around the crown and started sucking. "AHHHH..." I groaned with relief. At last, my penis was getting the attention it craved. 

"Oh, God," Julia cried, "I thought I'd never taste your cock again!"

"Go on, take another taste."

She did. She took as much of my cock in her mouth and bobbed her head back and forth. She let my helmet fall from her lips and circled it with her tongue, and then she pressed her red lips to the underside of my penis and ran her lips along that extra-sensitive ridge of skin. She suddenly fell to her knees and put her hands on my penis and started pumping as she sucked, and looking down at her, her full lips stretched tight by the enormous girth of my shlong, I could see something of Bridget in her face, and I felt my balls start to rumble with seismic twitches.

"I'm going to come soon," I intoned. "I'm going to come in your mouth."

"Mmmm!" she squealed, working my joint even faster.

I put my hands on my shoulders and forced her back. "No. No. When I come, it's going to be deep in your belly." The Landaus had a sunken living room, there were four steps leading down to it, and I steered Julia over to the top step and unbuttoned her pants. It took about ten seconds to get her naked. I made her sit on the top step and I knelt on the bottom step between her legs. I lifted her leg and kissed her tan inner thigh, I kissed the smooth flesh and I extended my tongue and painted a line from her thigh toward her loins.

"No, I'm ready, just stick it in me!" she pleaded, but I wanted what I wanted. And what I wanted was a woman's taste in my mouth. I looked up at her from between her splayed legs, I raised my eyebrows playfully as I reached that holiest of places. She was so tense I thought she might spring like a mousetrap. I lowered my eyes and gazed at the first pussy I'd ever experienced. My head moved into her crotch, and my tongue now tasted what I thought I've never enjoy again, Julia's wet pussy. I drank at her like she was a fountain, her juices covered my lips and tongue and I burrowed inside her wanting more. Bridget and my mother had tasted pussy today, and now I had too. That thrilling feminine taste excited me almost to nausea. My heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing and I had to fuck, I had to penetrate, NOW.

"What are you waiting for?" Julia snarled through clenched teeth. "You know I'm ready for you. You know I'm ready for that big fucking dick!" She was. I was too. I had to bury my tool inside a woman or I'd go insane. I rose up, my face shining from her juices, and I pointed myself at her opening.

"You're ready?" I said as my fat helmet pushing through her slick petals.

"Yes!"

I shook my head. "I don't think you're ready for...this!" I slowly, but steadily, pushed the entire length of my penis inside her, until I was buried to the root. 

"HUUUHNNNNNGGGG!" she screamed. "GOD! Oh, fuck, yeah!" I stood up, lifting her legs to my shoulders, and my steel-hard erection levered her hips into a better angle. I put her ankles on my shoulder and said, "Here we go." I started thrusting in and out of her, the moist, slippery friction so exquisitely pleasurable that I moaned with every stroke. "Oh...Ohh...OH! OH! Oh, Julia, fuck. You're so fucking WET!"

"You're so hard, you're so DEEP!" she cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

We really started going at it. The skin of my penis was stretched so tight that every nerve ending was fully exposed and greedy for the silken caress of Julia's wet vagina. I drove myself in and out of her with such gusto that my pelvic thrusts pushed her back, inch by inch, off the top step, until she was lying flat on the foyer floor and I loomed over her, my hips crashing into hers, Julia's legs wrapped around my waist. Her long-nailed fingers sought out my biceps and she dug in, and I put my own hand on her jiggling breasts and kneaded the soft flesh. 

"Just like that, just like that," Julia moaned, and my rapid-fire thrusting brought her to a shuddering orgasm. She was so hot, so sexy, those long legs hugging my hips, those fingernails clawing at me, her tongue caressing her full, red lips, her pussy gripping me like a lubricated fist..."Oh....UUHHHH! I'm gonna come!" I screamed in anguish. I didn't want to come, I wanted to hold out longer, I wanted to fuck Julia until Bridget came home to find me fucking her mother's brains out, but that was just the irrationality that exists in the seconds before ejaculation. I couldn't hold out, I had to come. And come I did.

"ARRRRRRRGGGHH!" I groaned as I erupted. I didn't pull out, I didn't want to remove my penis from the tight, humid place where it currently resided. I buried my tip deep inside her and there was a second's pause between the pleasure's peak and my ejaculation, and I watched Julia's eyes as she waited, waited, waited for the hot flood inside her, and when my semen spurted from my cockhead she melted around me. "Oh, baby, yes, fill me up, come on, oohh, yes, come in me, keep coming, oh, there's so much of you, baby!" I kept churning away until my semen began oozing out of her hole. I withdrew and my cock was covered with the froth of our lovemaking.

Julia scuttled around and drove her mouth down the length of my penis, slobbering over me, sucking out that last drops of come I hadn't poured between her legs. I checked my watch and saw we had about a half-hour before Bridget's expected return. I didn't want to cut it that close, but I wasn't ready to leave yet.

"I want you to tell my mother to go to hell," I told Julia, who was still busy between my legs. "You don't have to take her abuse."

She pulled her mouth away from my softening organ. "I can't," she hissed. "I can't!"

"You can. If you do, I'll give you this," I hefted my penis, "as often as you want. Whenever you want, I'll put this, big, thick throbbing cock in your pussy. All you need to do is tell my mother you won't play her game anymore."

Julia stared at my slowly thickening penis like a mouse confronted by a swaying cobra. "I...I can't. I'm not strong enough. She'll do terrible things to me if I disobey her."

"Julia," I said, caressing her face, "You don't need to be afraid of her. Remember how strong you were with me? Remember?" She nodded. "You need to be that strong again."

"I can't..."

"Yes you can. You fucked me up the ass in front of 30 people. You forced me to let you take my virginity. You're ruthless, you're fearless, you don't give a damn what anyone thinks!"

My mentioning her first anal assault on me made her dark eyes go hazy with lust. "I loved that so much, fucking you from behind, spreading your cheeks and sticking it to you." She grabbed my wrists with her talons. "I would give ANYTHING to fuck you again."

My lower lip trembled. I might be doing too good a job here. I checked my watch, we had 25 minutes or so. "PLEASE!" she begged, reading my mind. "Please let me fuck you! It might give the courage I need to disobey my mistress. Please!"

The proverb says, be careful what you wish for, you might get it. I wanted Julia to get her strength back, but to get it back, I had to get it-up the bum. Although I must guiltily admit to love getting penetrated back there, it's not such a simple pleasure. There's considerable pain and discomfort involved, especially when Julia did it to me. Well, you gotta take the bitter with the sweet. "You get ready, I'm going to move my car out of your driveway."

"Thank you!" she cried and ran upstairs to assemble her equipment. I went to my car and parked on a dead-end side street so Bridget wouldn't see it if she came home. It might give me a few more minutes to make my escape when we finished. Finished...I couldn't believe what I was doing. I almost got back in my car and drove home. But I didn't. Better see the thing through. I jogged back to the Landau's house.

I found Julia standing in the foyer, eyes blazing, breathing through her mouth, trembling with excitement. Her trembling made the six-inch dildo protruding from her strap-on harness wiggle menacingly. The dildo was so lifelike, I mean it LOOKED real, a stranger might have thought Julia was an extremely successful transvestite. "On your knees, bitch!" she barked. When I hesitated she put her strong hands on my shoulders and forced me down. She pushed the flesh-colored prong in my face. "Suck it!" When I balked she gripped it and stuffed the head in my mouth. "Suck!"

Well, if what I wanted was a return to the dominant Julia, this is what I had to expect. I opened my mouth and took the penis in my mouth and began sliding it in and of my mouth. I looked up at Julia with adoring eyes as I gave her head. "Yeahhh," she groaned. "Suck that cock, get me all nice and hard. Ohhh..."

After a minute of fellatio she yanked me to my feet and said, "Come along, bitch." My heart pounded in my chest, both in hope that my plan was working and in fear of the ordeal I was about to endure. She took my hand and led me up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom. Her bed was just as big as my folks, but not as high, and it was covered in a dark green comforter. She dragged me onto the bed and arranged me so I was on my hands and knees facing the big mirror over her wide oak dresser. She moved in behind me, the dildo pressed against my thigh. "I want to watch your face while I fuck you, I want to see the pleasure on your face as I pound you." 

She opened a bottle of lubricant and generously lubed up my pucker and the dildo. At least I had that to be thankful for. Once everything was adequately slippery she grabbed my buttocks and pried them open. The implacable hardness of the dildo centered on my sphincter, and slowly, slowly, she penetrated me. 

I exhaled hard and looked in the mirror, and when I saw the look of feral glee on Julia's gorgeous face I felt decidedly mixed emotions. If I got Mom off Julia's case it would make Bridget happy, which was good. But it would infuriate Mom, which was bad. If Bridget found out I fucked her mother, she'd hate me, and that was bad. And if Julia got her balls back and decided to reintroduce herself into my life, well, that could be very bad. I was starting to have second thoughts about my plan. Not that I could do anything about it, with six inches of dildo plunging in and out of my rectum.

It felt so good that I thought I might scream. So I did. "UHHH! Fuck, oh, fuck, Julia, Julia!" I saw my pained and ecstatic reflection and it disgusted me. "Wait, wait," I panted, "Slower, please, slower, uhhh!" She ignored my pleas and screwed me with swift, steady strokes, the slippery dildo gliding in and out from between my cheeks. I buried my head on the soft mattress, raising my ass high in the air, and she seized my hips and started humping me with more and more vigor. 

"You like this, bitch?" she said. "You like feeling my cock buried in your ASS?"

"Yes!" I groaned.

"I know you love it, I know it! Because your beautiful cock is hard again. Isn't it, isn't it hard as a rock?" I nodded. It was true, my penis was erect and I was trying to rub against the satiny comforter to give me some friction. Julia wouldn't have it. She grabbed my hips and pulled me tight against her, the dildo jammed all the way inside me, and she forced me to lift my head from the bed. I arched my back, trying to slide off the dildo, but she held me firm.

I looked at her in the mirror and saw her reach down between my legs to caress my huge erection with her hand. "OHHHH!" I moaned. "OH, GOD, YES!" She kept milking me with her hand as she fucked me up the ass and it felt so good the whole room seemed to spin around me. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me up the ass! Fuck me!" I started thrusting my own hips against her masturbating hand and that just drove the probe deeper and faster in and out of my orifice. 

"Ohhh...I'm gonna come soon!" I blurted.

She pulled her hand away and ceased her thrusting. "No! There's only one way I want to see you come!" She pulled out of me and I groaned, and she pushed me onto my back. She hoisted my legs on her shoulders and started pushing them up.

"You can't be SERIOUS!" I cried, but of course she was. She pushed my legs back and used her weight and leverage to wedge them under her headboard, folding me in two and presenting me with an enormous cock in my face. 

"Suck!" she demanded. "SUCK!"

There wasn't much I could do. I clenched my stomach muscles and took the spongy head of my cock in my mouth. The discomfort in my abs started immediately, and I knew I had to get myself off as fast as possible. Fortunately endurance usually isn't a problem when I'm blowing myself, and I used my tongue underneath the huge, detatched helmet, a hot spot that I knew would make me see stars.

As I slid my lips up and down as much of my penis as I could swallow, Julia stood over me and squatted over my groin. To my disbelief, she pointed the re-lubricated dildo at my asshole and with a thwock!, shoved it inside me again. I moaned like a cow around my swollen cockmeat. "You like that, don't you?" she taunted.

I shook my head, then I nodded. "That's right, all boys like to fuck and suck, don't they? Don't they, boy?" She was bouncing up and down on the bed, her legs spread wide for support, the dildo sinking in and out of my dilated sphincter. I tried to scream but my penis muffled the sound. I was in pain but the pleasure so overwhelmed it that I paid it no mind. My penis was in a warm, loving mouth, a relentless hardness was jammed deep in my rectum...and I couldn't resist any more.

"Uhhh...mmmmph...uhh....UHH!! UHHHH!!" I moaned.

"You like that," Julia said. "You like that, bitch? Tell me you like it, I want to hear you, I want to hear you SCREAM that you love it!"

My whole body convulsed, "IT...FEELS...SO...FUCKING...GOOD!" I screamed as my orgasm commenced, and then I exploded and there was hot liquid everywhere. It poured out over my face, my chin, my mouth, my spurting cock sprayed semen all over the bedspread and pillows. My talented mouth coaxed every drop of sperm from my pulsating testicles. Julia slowly removed the dildo from its sheath and I trembled as I felt its every bump and ridge. She leaned over me and kissed and licked my face, tasting the come that coated my lips. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and my panting mouth hung open like a dog's. 

At last she leaned up, and I pulled my feet from the headboard. I was exhausted. I slowly opened my eyes and I looked at Julia, who was looking at me...and she was nearly in tears. "I'm so sorry!" she blurted. "Please don't tell your mother I fucked you up the ass! Please! I was weak, I couldn't help myself! She'll kill me if you tell!"

I sighed, partly out of relief, partly from resignation. She was beyond my help, or she was beyond wanting my help. Mom said that Julia enjoyed playing the slave as much as she enjoyed her dominant role, and maybe that was true. My little scheme was a failure, and I can't say I was that disappointed. "I won't tell, Julia, I promise. So long as you don't tell Bridget about this. She'd be very mad at me."

"I won't tell, I won't." It was discouraging, to see such a sexy, gorgeous, glamorous woman cowering on her knees. Then again, it did help my own shaky self-confidence. I said, "I'd better get going before Bridget comes home."

"Yes, hurry, hurry! If Bridget finds us she'll definitely tell your mother on us!" I dressed quickly and Julia tried to hustle me to the door, but when I pointed out that I had come all over my face she let me wipe it down with a damp towel. "Just toss it on the floor, I have to wash the bedspread too, before someone sees all that come on it!" She practically dragged me to the front door and slammed it in my face without so much as a thank you or good-bye. "Lots of laundry today," I said, remembering my Mom stripping the bed after she and Bridget made love.

I walked to my car with only moderate discomfort radiating out from my recently-invaded asshole. Sitting down was a bit more painful, but manageable, and I drove away. My stomach muscles twitched menacingly, but they didn't cramp. I didn't pass Bridget on the way out of her plan, a stroke of luck, and I decided not to head for home right away. I knew I stank of sex, sweat, and Julia, so I rolled down the windows and just drove around for an hour, trying to clear my head. Life was getting too fucked up, out of control, and I wanted the madness to end.




Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 11



I like sex, I love it, but I didn't like what I was doing, with Julia, with Bridget, even with Elaine. I wanted a girlfriend, I wanted someone to love me for more than my penis. The problem was, the girl I wanted was Bridget, and all I could see with her was misery and heartbreak. "I should tell her I'm not going to the prom with her," I said aloud, hoping that actually speaking the words would make it so. But it didn't. She was too beautiful, too magical. I couldn't break her hold on me. All I could do now was hang on and play the game as best I could.

I drove until it got dark. I stopped at a drug store and bought a roll of Certs and a pack of those Old Spice wipes and gave myself a thorough and fragrant cleaning. When I got home and walked through the door Mom and Dad were sitting in the living room, watching TV. "Hey, slugger," Dad said cheerily, "What's up?" I could tell that he and Mom had already had sex, that she'd told him all about her encounter with Bridget, and given him a taste of the dildo that my sexy classmate had slipped inside her pussy as a special treat for him.

"Not much." I said. "Not much at all."

"Hey, we ordered pizza for dinner. Want me to warm some up for you?" Without waiting for an answer he jumped up and went to the kitchen. Leaving me and Mom alone.

"Sit down, honey, I need to talk to you." 

I bet you do, I thought as I sat. She said, "I'm sorry I was so brusque with you today. The reason I wanted you to leave was because I invited Bridget over, to talk to her about...well, to talk."

"What did you talk about?" I asked, knowing damn well that they'd done much more than talk.

"About her intentions. And yours. She's a bad girl, honey. She told me that if I didn't break off my relationship with Julia she would break your heart. That's why she asked you to the prom, why she's being nice to you. She just wants to get back at me."

"She told you this?" 

"She did, straight out."

I shrugged. "Well, it's not that big a surprise, is it?"

Mom looked surprised. "Wait, that's what you thought she was doing?"

"Sure. I'm not an idiot."

"Then why are you still going out with her?" Mom asked, exasperated.

I stared at her. "Because I'm not an idiot." 

For a few seconds she didn't know what to say. I'd caught her off guard. Then she said, "Tomorrow I want you to tell her that you're not going to the prom with her."

"Tomorrow I'm going with her to get my hair cut and get my tuxedo." When she started to speak I cut her off. "It's not open for discussion. I'm not breaking off our date."

"So you are an idiot," Mom said. "She flutters her lashes at you and you do whatever she wants."

"If that was true I doubt I'd be the only person around who couldn't resist her," I said, and let the accusation hang in the air, "but it isn't true. I'm not going to sleep with her. I'm not going to become her slave. I'm going to the prom with her. That's it."

Mom's anger was replaced by concern. "I know how strongly you feel about this girl. If you have sex with her, you WILL be her slave. She's a very scary girl, she's very formidable. She wants to hurt you, honey. And if you give her the chance, she'll do it."

"So I won't give her the chance. I'm not going to sleep with her. I'm not afraid of her." I was angry and I couldn't stop the words. "I'm a big boy, and I can take care of myself. And I don't need you butting in and making things worse!"

That's when Dad came back with the pizza. He either ignored or was oblivious to the dark cloud hanging over the room. "Oh, forgot something to drink," Dad chirped. "You want a Pepsi, iced tea, a beer?"

"If you're buying, a beer," I said, and he left to get it. And then I remembered what I thought when I was spying on Mom and Bridget earlier in the day. Mom offered Bridget a glass of wine, and Bridget said no, iced tea was fine. And I thought that was an example of Bridget showing that she was so mature that the childish offer of alcohol was an insult, that she was so sophisticated that a glass of wine didn't interest her. And here I was jumping at a bottle of Bud. Maybe I wasn't as mature as I thought.

"Mom," I said quietly. She was watching TV but I knew she heard me. "If you knew that Bridget was really going to rip out my heart, and the only way to prevent it was to break things of with Julia, would you? Would you stop seeing Julia if you knew that was the only way to keep Bridget from hurting me?" 

"It's a pointless question," Mom said, her voice coming from the icy depths of a meat locker. "You're a big boy. You can take care of yourself."

Dad came back with the beer. I ate, and drank, without tasting. When I finished I got up and took my plate to the kitchen, and the second I was out of the room I heard Mom and Dad talking and laughing at the show they were watching. I went up to my room and shut the door. I felt about as low as I ever had in my life. I was on my own, now. It was just me and Bridget, to see who could get what they wanted from the other. I remembered what I heard her say earlier in the day, when I was hiding under my mother's bed and she though she was alone. She said,  "Danny...I almost don't want to go through with this." Go through with what?

I had homework to do. I did it. I went to bed. It had been a long, hard day. And there were harder, longer days to come.



Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 12



Every so often it's a good idea for a man to have a frank conversation with his penis. So much of our lives are governed by the floppy, greedy, one-eyed worm hanging between our legs that an honest discussion about pressing issues can be beneficial for all concerned. I had such a cock-talk early on the morning after I witnessed my mother and Bridget having sex together and I then screwed Bridget's mom Julia as payback. I woke up around 5AM with an erection I could have scored marble with.

"About time you woke up," my dick said. "I've been awake for hours. Suck me."

I sighed. "No."

"You know you want to. Come on, get into that crazy position and put me in your mouth."

"No."

"I promise it won't take long. I'll be spitting the white stuff in you mouth in thirty seconds flat."

"Knock it off, you're making me sick."

My cock throbbed with frustration. "At least jack off, will ya? You can't expect me to stay locked and loaded all day."

"Look," I said. "I've been very good to you, haven't I? I've gotten you in places that most teenage penises can only dream about. Inside Elaine, inside Julia, inside Bridget."

"Wrong, buddy-boy. I got you into those places, ME. If you had a normal, workaday five-incher you'd still be a virgin right now. You might have a nice smile and a winning personality, but don't forget what makes the ladies go weak in the knees and gooey in the good parts. ME."

"Don't flatter yourself," I retorted. "They don't go weak in the knees, YOU do. Bridget crosses her legs and you pop up like a jack-in-the-box. You see Elaine's tits and nearly pop my zipper. So don't get a big head." I paused. "No pun intended."

"Buddy, pal, no need for us to argue," my penis soothed. "Remember, I'm your biggest fan! And we both want the same thing, don't we? We both want Bridget Landau to like us, right?"

"Right."

"We just favor different tactics. You think you can win her heart with looks, brains and charm. I think a big, nasty hot beef injection is the way to go."

I rolled over as far as I could before the stave between my legs blocked me. "Good night," I said.

"Come on, please, give me head."

"Forget it."

"You know I'll win in the end," my penis said. "You won't be able to control yourself if Bridget makes a move."

I laughed. "Well see, my Cyclopean friend. I have few tricks up my sleeve."

"Your best trick is still sucking me off. So how about it, right now? Buddy? Pal? Chum?"

But I was already asleep.

*****

When I woke my penis still slumbered, and that gave me some clarity of thought. As I showered I thought of the past few months, all the way back to my mother discovering me blowing myself and turning me over to Elaine's tender care. Throughout these momentous days I'd been a passive participant in the goings-on that had so complicated my life. Mom sent me to Elaine, who fucked me every which way and then showed me off to her friends. Julia took my cherry and then fucked me up the ass while I reluctantly deflowered her daughter. Bridget decided we would go to the prom together, and then she and Mom conspired behind my back for control of my very soul.

Well, enough of that bullshit. No more would I sit back and let the women in my life move me about like a very well-hung pawn. It was time for me to step up to the plate, take the bull by the horns, and some other macho cliché I can't think of. It was time I seized the initiative.

My first objective was sorting things out with Mom. When I went to bed the night before tensions were running high between us, and I knew that she would feel horrible about it, but not so horrible as to apologize. Not yet, anyway. So I took the first step. I entered the kitchen and found Dad eating cereal and Mom waiting on the toaster. "Good morning," I told my father, and then I moved behind my mother and kissed her on the cheek. "Good morning."

She looked surprised. Dad mumbled, "I didn't get a kiss,"

Mom's toast popped and she took it to the table. She kissed Dad on the temple and he said distractedly, "Thank you." Mom looked at me and said, "Sleep well?"

"Like a champ." I composed my cereal bowl and started chomping away. Dad got up, kissed Mom, and said, "Maybe we could go to dinner tonight. My treat."

"Can't," I mumbled around my mouthful of cereal. "Gotta get my tux."

"Your loss," he said, and when he walked out the door Mom's eyes burned into mine. "So, you haven't changed your mind," she said, meaning I hadn't taken her advice and decided against going to the prom with Bridget. 

"No, I haven't. I'm not backing down."

"You're making a mistake."

"Maybe. But I've turned over a new leaf. I won't be a sitting duck for Ms. Landau."

"Don't get so cocky." Mom said. "You don't know what that girl is capable of."

I lifted the bowl to my lips and drank the leftover milk. "I know her better than you think."

She looked pissed, and I decided to play with her a bit. "You and Bridget have this thing going, I think it's best not to talk about her."

"What do you mean, we have a 'thing' going?" Mom asked. Her face flushed bright red, and I knew I had her reeling. 

"You two don't like each other," I explained, innocent as a lamb. "You can't stand her, she can't stand you. You've both made that quite clear to me." Of course, yesterday while hiding under the bed I heard my mother and Bridget licking and sucking each other with gusto, but it wasn't the time or place to let on that I knew about that encounter. Still, it felt good to put Mom on her heels, and the blush didn't fade from her cheeks until just before I left for school. 

*****

School. The usual stuff. Quizzes, homework, death threats. The latter came from Michael Panucci, the gentleman who, after getting the cold shoulder from Bridget, had decided to console himself by making an omelet out of my face. I'd connected with only one punch, a blow that broke Panucci's nose like a cheese puff. His face was bloated, his eyes were black, and he when he talked he sounded like a congested seal.

"I'm gonna fuckin' kill you," he barked.

We were in the hallway, lots of people walking past, so I wasn't too worried. Plus he'd said he was "going" to kill me, so my demise wasn't imminent. "What did you say?" I asked, cocking an ear.

His voice was pretty funny, more honk than snarl. "I'm gonna kill you. You're fucking dead."

"When, Mike, when?" I said. I made sure everyone could hear. "Every day you tell me you're going to kill me, and," I did a deep inhale and exhale, "I'm still here. Can you give me a time frame maybe? Is it worth my time to get my teeth cleaned at the dentist?"

Got a few laughs for that one. His face purpled and I thought he was going to come after me, but then he gingerly touched his bandaged nose and turned his back. "That's right, walk away," I taunted. "Bother me again and I'll break your other nose!" More laughs. I was rather enjoying this new popularity. I didn't know that in eight days these people who so enjoyed my jokes would refuse to make eye contact with me, that I would become the most ridiculed and loathed person in school. But for the moment, I had some fun. 

At days end I walked out to my car and found Bridget, wearing a black miniskirt and an oversized white dress shirt, waiting for me by my car. She looked so lovely I almost tripped over my own feet. But I steeled myself and sauntered over. Keep the initiative, I told myself. Don't back down. 

Bridget wasn't in a mood for sauntering. She checked her watch and scowled at me. "Come on," she said. "Your appointment is for 3:30."

"Which one?"

"The salon." She ran her fingers through my hair. "Hope they can work a miracle."

We drove to an upscale mall halfway across town and I was put into the care of woman with chic black clothes and chic black eyeglasses and chic black hair. She had me sit in an extremely well-padded leather chair and she said, "So, what are we doing today?"

Bridget answered for me. "Move him forward in time about 40 years."

My stylist, whose name I learned was Naomi, kept me turned around so I couldn't see what she was doing. I could see from the accumulating clippings on the floor that she was taking quite a bit off, but I had no idea what I was going to look like. "He has nice hair," Naomi said. "Very thick."

"And soft," Bridget said, surprising me by paying me what could be considered a compliment. Then she said, "That's not the only thing he has that's thick. And it's definitely not soft."

There was a woman holding scissors three inches from my ear, so I didn't jerk around violently when Bridget said this. But I sure wanted to. Naomi giggled and said, "Oh my God, this is the guy?"

Bridget sighed. "He's the one. You see now why I brought him to you? All that talent in his slacks and the rest of him looks a mess."

"You...you...you told her..." I spluttered. 

"Girls tell their stylists everything," Bridget said. "Don't worry, I didn't tell her the really shocking stuff about you."

Naomi moved in front of me to check the length of the hair over my forehead. "You take this from her?" she teased. 

"We're still on working on discipline." Naomi leaned over and I got a peek down the front of her blouse. She was an attractive woman, with a nice smile and a slender figure. She caught me peeking and gave a little wink. I moved my eyes elsewhere and she slowly turned me to the mirror. She said, "I think you'll like it."

I didn't like it-I loved it. My dull, parted-on-the-side-and-pray hairstyle was transformed into a trendy, spiky, fantabulous 'do. I looked totally different. "I look fantastic!" I said.

"You do," Bridget admitted. "Almost human."

I paused before every mirror we passed, checking out the new me. "Now I know how you feel," I told Bridget as we made our way to the front counter. I paused before yet another mirror and sang, "I'm so pretty..."

Bridget rolled her eyes. Naomi laughed. The bill was totaled and when I heard what the damage was I winced. I got out my wallet and Bridget said, "I'm paying for it. I'm the one who made you get your hair cut."

"I'm not your kept boy," I said, offended. "I don't expect you to pay to have my hair done. What's next, a boob job?"

Naomi laughed again. "I thought you said he was boring," she said. "Seems lively enough to me."

I paid my new stylist and gave her a very nice tip. Bridget said, "Come on, we still have to get your tux."

"Coming, dear." I thanked Naomi again and she said, "I hope you'll come back again, and this time leave your better half at home. I'd like to hear about the stuff Bridget won't tell me about."

"I will." We smiled at each other, and then I was off to show the world the new Daniel Payton.

Our next stop was the tailor's. Bridget's father apparently got most of his suits from this particular artist, and he also apparently could get his hands on tuxedos that hadn't been worn by two hundred other teenage slobs. The man who greeted us had magnificent snow-white hair swept up into a towering pompdour. When he saw us he threw his arms open and boomed, "My beautiful angel!" Bridget actually smiled with delight as she stepped into his embrace. He kissed her noisily on both cheeks. He looked over her shoulder and said. "And this is your handsome young escort."

At first it looked like she was going to argue the point, but then she gave up and said, "Yes, it is. Danny, this is Carlo."

I took his offered hand and was nearly brought to my knees by his crushing grip. "I knew it would take a remarkable man to catch your eye," he said, shaking my hand with such force I thought he might wrench my arm from its socket. "Come, let's get you sized."

He led me into a fitting room in the rear of the shop. There was a three-way mirror and I admired myself in them all. "OK, pop your pants on the chair and I'll take some measurements."

I did as I was told, and Carlo took his tape and spread it over different areas of my frame. "I'll should have no trouble finding something for you," he said. "You have a magnificent build for a suit, the broad shoulders, the long lines..."

Compliments galore today. Everything went well until he did my inseam. It wasn't that there was a problem with my legs, it was a problem with what rested between them. "Um," Carlo said, looking at my crotch. "Uh."

"Something wrong?" I asked with some concern. There usually is cause for concern when a man is kneeling before you, looking at your groin, and making "Um, uh" noises.

"Well, I usually ask a gentleman whether he carries himself to the left or the right. You...you're sort of all over."

Once again, the topic of conversation centered on my penis. "Mostly to the right," I said, and that seemed to satisfy him. 

I got dressed and we met Bridget in the main part of the shop. "We'll have no trouble finding something for your boyfriend," Carlo said. Bridget was about to correct him when he said, "You make such a lovely couple.

"We're not a couple." It wasn't Bridget who said that, it was me. Her blue eyes flashed with anger as I said, "We're just friends."

His bushy eyebrows rose. "You're content to be just friends with this beautiful young lady?" He took her hand and gave her a loud smooch.

"Quite content." 

Carlo put and extended finger by his ear and made a circular motion. He said to Bridget, "If he breaks your heart, all you have to do is call, and I'll be there for you." He laughed. I laughed. Bridget laughed with all the warmth of a Siberian air mass. 

We left the store and I could almost see the waves of rage radiating from her golden hair. She didn't say anything the whole way back to the car and I wasn't about to break the silence. All it would take would be the sound of my voice and she would snap and start throwing punches. I really didn't want to look like Mike Panucci, so I kept quiet and hoped nothing would happen.

And nothing did, until we got in the car, with the doors shut and safely locked, and that's when she attacked me.

She took my face in her hands and mashed her lips against mine, catching me so completely by surprise that I tensed all over, expecting a fist instead of a kiss. She pushed me back so hard that my head hit the driver's side window, and her teeth cut the inside of my lower lip. Her tongue dove into my mouth and wrestled my own into a quick takedown. Her eyes were squeezed tight shut; mine were wide as headlights. Her fingers pulled and yanked at my belt and when she had enough room she shoved her hand down the front of my pants.

She pulled away long enough to gasp, "Help me take my clothes off!" Without waiting for a reply she pulled her shirt loose and yanked up her skirt. No panties. She put her arms around my neck and she kissed me again, somehow finding time to unbutton both her shirt and my shorts. She hiked up her skirt, showing me her pussy, with it's trim little bikini stripe, and she crawled into my lap. Her hip bumped the horn and we both jumped about a foot in the air. She looked at me, I looked at her, and then she kissed me hard again and resumed her assault. She reached down and pulled back the elastic band of my boxers, her searching fingers cool against the soft skin of my belly. "Pull it out," she moaned, "pull out your cock, put it inside me..."

My penis was, as you might expect, fully deployed. I could almost hear his voice in my head, "Oh boy oh boy oh boy!" I pulled my lips away long enough to take a breath. I started to speak but Bridget stuck her finger inside my mouth. "You're bleeding," she said. "I can taste your blood on my lips." She started kissing again and this time my eyes rolled back in my head and I felt myself floating away on a cloud of pure endorphins. I was making out in my car with Bridget Landau. I was, probably, about to have sex with Bridget Landau, in the middle of a parking lot. I was about to live out the dream of probably every heterosexual man on the planet.

It is sometimes said that what differentiates Man from the animals is our ability to control our urges. This is supposed to be a item in the plus column for homo sapiens, but I'm not sure I agree. Because at that moment all I wanted to do was give into my urges. I wanted to fuck Bridget. I wanted to pour my semen inside of her. I wanted to impregnate her and watch as my child grew inside her womb. That was what the animal part of my brain wanted.

The human part, alas, wanted something else. "Stop," I said, pushing her away.

"No," she said, and kissed me again.

"Yes!" I took her shoulders and held her at arms length. "What on God's green earth are you doing?"

"I'm gonna fuck you," she said. "You're gonna fuck me. You're gonna stop teasing me with that big dick and give me what I've been dreaming about!"

I kept my hands on her shoulders. I somehow made my mouth form the words. "No, I'm not."

"Yes you are!" she shrieked.

"No, I'm not."

She looked like she might scream, like she might cry, but then she took a deep, ragged breath, and controlled herself. The glaze coating her blue eyes slowly faded. "I'm sorry," she said, and slumped against my chest. "I promised I wouldn't beg you for sex, but I lost control of myself."

It should have thrilled me to the core, to hear this beautiful, beautiful girl say that she was willing to "beg" me for sex, but it didn't. It cut me to the quick. My feelings for her were becoming just that, real feelings, not just lust or fear or envy. There were moments, like this one right here, when Bridget showed that she was actually human, and it was my heart that throbbed, not my cock. I wanted her-but to hold, to hug, to kiss. She looked at me, I looked at her, and she crawled off of me. We rearranged our clothes, and for a long time we didn't speak.

Then she smiled, actually smiled, and said, "I heard what you said to Michael Panucci today. You're going to break his other nose? What exactly does that mean?"

I gave Bridget a brief dissertation on the use of the absurd in humor as I drove her home. When we pulled into her driveway I felt more relaxed and happy than I had in a long time. I felt that Bridget and I had made some important progress today. I felt like we might become actual friends, instead of mere fuck-buddies. I had fabulous, fabulous hair. Life was good.

And then Bridget said, "Oh, I forgot, My daddy wants to meet you. Tomorrow. He said he wants to have a long talk with you."

It started with my hands, and then my shoulders, and pretty soon I was shaking all over. "Your father?" I squeaked. "What does he want to talk to me about?"

She opened her door and unbuckled. "Maybe he wants to me the guy who's taking his daughter to prom." She got out and leaned back through the open door, giving me a very nice view down her shirt. "Maybe he wants to talk to the boy who deflowered his daughter."

"He knows about that?" I quailed.

She winked. "He might." 

I swallowed hard. "Does he know I had sex with your mom?"

Her smile vanished. "Yes, but you'd better not fuck my mommy ever again."

"Why, did he say something about that?"

She jumped back in the car. "No, I'M saying something about that! I don't want you ever having sex with my mommy ever again! If you do, then this little arrangement we have is over! Do you understand me!"

My back was pressed tight against my seat. "I won't, I won't, I promise. It's ridiculous to even think that I would do that." Well, not that ridiculous. After all, I'd screwed Julia just the day before. Best not to mention that at the moment. 

Bridget relaxed a bit. "Give me a ride home after school tomorrow and I'll introduce you to him."

"Great. Can't wait."

She got out of the car and shut the door. I put my car in reverse and was about to back up when she tapped on the window. I reached over and rolled it down, and Bridget said, "Your hair does look really great."




Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 12



That comment had me smiling as I drove down her street, but as I headed home the specter of Bridget's father intruded on my bliss. In much of our popular culture a man in Mr. Landau's position would be well-justified in blowing me away. I needed more information about Bridget's father, and I knew who could help me with that. 

I also had a more pressing problem, a big, pink problem that was threatening to split the seams of my shorts. I could still smell Bridget's perfume in my shirt, could feel with my tongue the place where her teeth had cut me, and I had to fight the urge to turn the car around, break down the Landau's door, and take Bridget like a caveman. I might have been proud that I somehow resisted Bridget, but I was also ready to bash my head against the dashboard. And, when your erection wakes you up in the middle of the night and starts talking to you, assistance is required, and I knew just the woman to help me with this, as well.

I piloted my car to Elaine's and found her at home. I have to admit, when she opened the door and said, "Danny, I love your hair!" I couldn't help giggling like a schoolgirl. More and more I could understand how a girl as gorgeous as Bridget would end up with an ego the size of the Goodyear blimp. I lowered my head and Elaine ran her fingers through my kitten-soft locks. "You look so different!"

"Was it that bad before?"

"Before, you looked like your father. Now..." she caressed my hair with both hands now, "now, you look sexy."

"I don't think my father would appreciate that."

"Your father is a very handsome man, but he's had the same haircut since the 8th grade." She let me inside and closed the door behind us. "And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? Not that I'm not always delighted to see you."

I quickly put her abreast of the situation I found myself in. "What can you tell me about Bridget's father? Is he the sort who shoots guys who sleep with his wife and daughter?"

Elaine laughed. "Actually, Teddy is probably the man least likely to shoot a man out of jealousy in the world."

"Teddy?"

"Well, I call him Teddy. If you met him professionally you would call him Edward Landau, attorney at law. But his friends call him Teddy. That's how you'll know if you're on his good side or not. If he insists you call him Mr. Landau, or Edward, you're in trouble."

"What's he like? I mean, if he knows what I've done with his womenfolk..."

Elaine shook her head reassuringly. "Julia fucked you. When you had sex with Bridget, Julia was there screwing you at the same time. It isn't like you sought her out and seduced her."

"Uh, well, then there's more that I have to tell you." And I related the story of the previous day, when I charged over to the Landau residence and had sex with Julia. Elaine frowned. "Why did you go to Julia? What happened?" To explain that, I had to tell Elaine about hiding under my parents' bed and overhearing my mom and Bridget having insane lesbian sex. As I told my story I was surprised to see that Elaine was obviously upset.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Elaine suddenly burst out laughing. "I'm jealous, can you believe that! I didn't expect your mother and Bridget to do anything like that with each other." She laughed again. "I'm fine, just a momentary lapse."

"Bridget has that effect on people."

"Yes, she does," Elaine sighed. "Anyway, you want to know about her father. Well, if he's upset about you having sex with Julia, it will be because he didn't get to watch. He's a voyeur. At our parties he always just observes instead of joining in, which is frustrating at times because he is an absolutely GORGEOUS man."

I nodded. "I actually saw him briefly at our high school talent show. He struck me as being something along the lines of a Greek god."

"I've known him for 20 years and I've never so much as run my hands over his hard, muscular body."

Seeing Elaine so obviously turned on turned me on in an obvious way. My penis strained against my zipper and I shifted my hips to relieve some of the pressure. Elaine noticed my discomfort and, reading my mind, reached down to unbutton my shorts. "He never had sex at those parties? Ever?"

"Never," Elaine said as she worked my shorts over my throbbing staff. "Julia wouldn't allow it."

"Why not?" I asked as she pulled back the elastic band of my boxers. 

"Two reasons. First, Julia is insanely jealous. You marry a man that beautiful and every woman in the world throws herself at him, If he starts fucking around she might not be able to hang onto him. Second, Teddy rather enjoys playing the submissive, and as you know Julia has a rather pronounced dominant streak in her. The two of them are perfect together. The only unfortunate thing," Elaine said, slipping her hand into the depths of my groin, "is that Julia won't share."

I felt her cool fingers circle my shaft. "So I probably don't have anything to be afraid of."

"No, darling. I think everything will be fine." She started gliding her fingernails up and down my length. I put my hands on her shoulders as she manipulated me and said, "Might I provide a poor substitute to the glory that is Edward Landau?"

She pulled my boxers down to my ankles and slowly sank to her knees. "Honey, with that new haircut you're not a poor substitute for anybody. You're handsome, you're sweet, and..." she gave my cockhead a loud, moist kiss, "you have a nice cock."

Elaine's full, warm lips surrounded my penis and slowly moved up and down, her slippery tongue caressing my glans and probing the hole that creased the tip. Her big brown eyes smiled up at me and I ran my fingers through her soft red hair, returning the caresses she gave me when I first showed up. "I need this so bad, to feel your mouth on me, to touch you."

She released my cock from her mouth's warm embrace. "Resisting Bridget a bit harder than you expected?"

"Excruciating." I sighed as Elaine's mouth eased down my cock. I closed my eyes and reveled in the delicious sensations-and found myself visualizing that it was Bridget fellating me. I forced my eyes open and looked down to see Elaine really giving me the full treatment, both hands wrapped around my shaft, pumping me relentlessly as her lips and tongue slid up and down and 'round and 'round. I remembered something else that was puzzling me.

"Bridget, she, oh...oh, I like that," I sighed, then got to the point, "She told me that she doesn't want me fucking Julia anymore, and she got really mad about it. Any idea where that came from?"

Elaine kept sucking on me for several seconds before freeing me from the exquisite prison of her mouth. "It's hard for me to talk at length with my mouth full," she said with a wicked grin.

"Well, why don't you talk, and I'll listen," I said, guiding her to the couch and kneeling between her legs. 

"That's right, you don't need your ears to do that," she said, spreading her legs wide and letting me snuggle close. I leaned down and kissed her plump thighs as she got herself comfortable. I kissed and nibbled my way toward her pussy as she stroked my hair with her nails.

"I'm not supposed to tell you this," Elaine started, "but there has been some tension between Julia and Bridget."

"What kind of tension?" I asked as I moved my mouth where it would do the most good.

"The kind that's about you," Elaine said. Her hips moved slightly as my tongue gently probed her. "I'm a bit surprised that it's taken this long for the two of them to quarrel over you. They both want you for themselves." She arched her back as I licked up and down her cleft. "Sometimes I want you all to myself too."

I digested what Elaine said as I burrowed deeper and deeper into her pussy. Both Landau ladies wanted me, or, more to the point, wanted my cock, and any competition was to be resented. Julia was probably especially resentful, both because Bridget and I were spending so much time together, and because my mother had forbidden Julia from partaking of my enormous endowment. My mother, Julia, Bridget...what a convoluted mess. I parted my lips and slowly closed them around Elaine's clitoris, sucking her hot little button into my mouth so I could suck and lick and drive her crazy. 

"Why can't I be happy with this?" I asked myself as my tongue slowly brought this beautiful, sexy redhead to orgasm. Elaine gave me more pleasure and kindness than any man could hope for. Why was I still so fixated on Bridget, when I could indulge myself with Elaine any time I wished? She certainly didn't seem to mind. She looked down at me from between her large breasts and spread her legs wider, wider, wider, as my hungry mouth devoured her.

"Honey," she groaned as I made her come. "Ohh, honey, that's too good, it's not fair! You can't have a tongue that nice when you have that cock between your legs too."

I slowly rose from my perch and showed her my shiny lips and jaw. I gripped my cock and swabbed the head in and around her moist folds. "How about that?" I asked. "Is that fair?"

"No, baby, come on, put that big dick inside me!"

I slowly inserted the head and then stopped, letting the plump bulb swell inside her tight walls. I reached down and gently thumbed her clit until she squirmed. "Danny, don't...." she closed her eyes and pushed her hips at me, "don't tease me!"

"Why not?" I asked as I diddled her. "I think you've teased and tortured me a few times."

Her eyes came open and she smiled. "If you don't give me every inch of that cock right now, I'll show you what torture is all about."

Not that I was exactly afraid of Elaine, but I knew that she had a collection of probes and dildo and whips and sundry that might, if she was moved to use them, make things very uncomfortable for me. And anyway, I was nearly bonkers with lust and couldn't be expected to hold my hips in place. So I gave in, with less reluctance than I showed on my face.

Long, slow strokes, in and out, slowly, patiently fucking this sexy older woman. She drew her knees up to her chest and I put my hands on her shins and helped angle her vulva into the perfect angle. Her pelvis rose and fell to match my thrusts, and we settled into a delicious rhythm. I didn't fuck her faster, or deeper. I didn't need to. She looked at me with her big brown eyes and she touched her upper lip with the tip of her tongue. 

"This is good," I panted

"Very good," she agreed. 

I felt that familiar tingle starting deep in my balls. "I'm gonna come."

"Come in me, Danny," she cooed. "Let it go inside my pussy.."

I started thrusting just a little bit faster, I couldn't help it. "I'm gonna come!" I groaned. Elaine's silky pussy held me and caressed me and my climax built with such terrible, inexorable slowness that it almost felt like torture. "Oh, oh..." I gripped Elaine's ankles and pumped my huge frank in and out the heavenly hole between her legs, I looked down and stared at my glistening pole, watched in wonder as it penetrated this gorgeous woman's pussy, and that's when I did something really stupid.

"Oh, Bridget!" I whimpered as I came. My penis swelled and twitched and I buried myself as deep as I could and let my orgasm just explode inside me. "Bridget, oh, God, yes!" I thrust a few more times and then, with one last shudder of pleasure, I sighed, "Bridget."

You've spotted my error, yes? I was having sex with a woman named Elaine, and here I was shouting out another woman's name. This is impolite. This is bad form. It's just not done. But I did it.

The sound of my voice still echoed in my ears as I froze in place. "Oh my God," I blurted. Elaine was looking up at me with a slightly bemused expression. "I'm so sorry."

"I hope you are," she said. "I've never been so offended in my life." Her tone and the slight smile playing at the corner of her lips belied her words, but I was so horrified at what I'd done that I didn't pick up on it. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it, I'd never want to be with her over you, she's a mean, arrogant, stuck-up..."

"She's the girl of your dreams, honey." Elaine said, and eased her hips back. My cock was soft as a noodle now and it slipped out of her with a wet 'plop'. "You want to make love to her so badly, and yet you're determined not too. I understand that she might dominate your thoughts right now."

"That's no excuse, any man would give anything to be with you, and here I am calling out Bridget's name. I'm scum, I'm the lowest form of life, I'm..."

She crawled over and kissed me on the cheek. "You're a teenage boy in love. You deserve a little leeway." She got dressed, and I did the same, and after an addition three dozen apologies I let her walk me to the door. She gave me a big hug, and said, "Don't worry too much about meeting Teddy, just be yourself and I'm sure he'll like you."

"Thank you," I said. "And I'm sorry."

"It's all right," she said, but as I turned to leave she grabbed me by a belt loop and jerked me back to face her. "And it never happens again. Ever."

I nodded. She smiled, kissed me on the cheek, and sent me on my way.

I walked in my house and my mom and dad were in the kitchen and they both goggled at me. "What?" I asked, a bit disturbed.

"What happened to your HAIR?" my dad said,

"Oh, I got it cut at Bridget's salon. Doesn't it look great?"

"It does," my mom said, coming close for a better look. 

"What...what...what did you do to your HAIR?!" my dad repeated. Perhaps I should explain that my dad and I have been going to the same barber since, well, since I had hair, and in that time we've both had the exact same humdrum haircut. My new 'do was, therefore, a rejection of everything my father stood for. 

Well, maybe it wasn't that extreme, but it obviously shook him pretty bad. And he looked even more shook up when Mom turned to him and said, "Maybe you should try them too."

My father gave me a look meant to inspire fear and terror. First, my encounters with Elaine had inspired my mother to introduce an anal probe into my father's comfortable life, and now he was facing the ordeal of changing his hairstyle for the first time since the Carter Administration. I wanted to comfort and console him, but I had enough problems of my own. Dad would have to take care of himself.

*****

I can't say that I was calm, cool and collected during the school day as I waited for my tête-à-tête with Bridget's father. Elaine's assurances aside, I don't think any man would be especially thrilled to meet the guy who was banging his daughter. And his wife. Even if I had mostly been just a pawn in Julia's diabolical games, my cock had been inside his wife and his daughter, and I didn't think a man would accept that fact with as much equanimity as Elaine expected. 

The final bell rang, and I intercepted Bridget walking through the main lobby. I strode up behind her, reached down, and took her hand in mine. "Hi," I said, and gave her hand a squeeze.

Her lips stretched in a tight smile. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice like a paper cut.

"When a boy and a girl go to prom the often hold hands. I thought we should start practicing." I didn't add that I was again seizing the initiative. If Bridget felt free to hug and kiss me when she wanted, then I had the right to hold her hand. Which I did, all the way to the car. That's when we were all alone, and when Bridget ripped her hand from my tender grip.

"Do that again and I'll rip your..." I think she meant to say she'd rip my arm off, but she didn't get to finish her threat because I'd leaned over, taken her face in my hands, and kissed her on the mouth. It was a soft, gentle kiss, and I think she let it go on as long as she did because she was so utterly surprised. When I pulled back her eyes were still closed and her mouth hung slightly open. 

"You look beautiful today, Bridget," I said. She was wearing indigo blue jeans and a gauzy linen blouse that was rather translucent. She swallowed and said, "Thank you." I think she was still in shock during the drive to her house. When we got out of the car I again took her hand and she let me. We walked in together and Bridget cleared her throat and called out, "Daddy, we're here!"

"I'm in my study, angel!" a deep, rich baritone answered. 

She led my down the corridor to the left, and I say led because we were still holding hands and she pulled me along behind her. She opened the heavy door at the end of the hall and peeked inside. "Daddy," she said, and stepped aside to let me enter beside her, "this is Danny, the boy I've told you about."

The tall, blond man who stood and walked around the broad, wide cherry wood desk was unnecessarily great-looking. I mean, there is no evolutionary reason why a man should be as relentlessly handsome as Edward Landau. Tone down his blinding charisma and overt sex appeal by a third and he would still be irresistible to about 97.9% of heterosexual women. Even I, a heterosexual MALE, couldn't tear my eyes away from him. When he shook my hand I got goose bumps. Maybe, I hoped, some of that magic would rub off on me. 

He wore a pale-blue dress shirt and light grey slacks that fit him so well that I understood why Carlo got all his business. When he stood next to Bridget and I saw how much she took after him, and how stunning they looked together, my self-esteem collapsed right down to my very DNA. What business, I asked myself, do I have bothering these beautiful people?

He kissed Bridget on the cheek and said, "Why don't you wait outside, honey?" I noticed that her eyes flickered to the big bookshelf on the far wall, and his quickly followed. Well, I didn't notice it at the time, but in retrospect, looking back at the event ten days later, I remembered that father and daughter performed this furtive act. It was very, very important, later on, but at the time I only had eyes for the blond man and blonde girl standing before me.

Bridget said, "Call if you need me," and left us. 

Mr. Landau led me to a burgundy leather chair and eased into the chair behind his desk. His blue eyes glittered as he examined me, patiently, from head to toe. "You're not what I expected," he said indulgently. "From what Bridget told me I expected a skinny, stumbling nerd. Instead I find a rather handsome young man." I nearly giggled with delight. He said, "You take after your father much more than your mother. I knew your parents, before you were born. Did you know that?"

A mouse of fear raced up my spine. "Yes, I did." I didn't want to steer the conversation that way, because talking about my mother might lead to her master/slave relationship with Julia, and that might lead to me fucking Julia, and that might lead God knew where.

So I relaxed a bit when he said, "I understand that you're doing well in school, I'm sure that makes your parents proud. And I wouldn't feel comfortable with Bridget dating a young man who lacked the intelligence and discipline to succeed academically." 

"Of course, sir," I said, thinking it important that I not just sit there like a mannequin.

He asked if I'd picked a college yet, and I said that I was going to Penn State, and he said that was a fine school, and I agreed, and it was all very nice and chummy. Then he said, "I wish Bridget would go to college, but she's decided to go to California after graduation. She wants to be in movies, or be a singer, and with her talent, well, who am I to say she shouldn't follow her dream?"

A queasy feeling came over me, for a couple of reasons. One, I'd seen Bridget sing and dance at our school's talent show, and she was so bad she wouldn't make the cut on the Gong Show. Two, it hadn't occurred to me that, in a few short months, Bridget Landau would moving out of my life, probably forever. So much of my attention had been focused on this girl lately that I didn't know what I'd do if she suddenly wasn't in the picture. 




Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 12



I said, "Maybe Bridget should try college, major in theater, get a good background in the classics..."

He shook his head. "Why waste her time doing college theater when she can be starring in movies? Or making records. I think she wants to do the whole Jennifer Lopez arc-movies, albums, clothes, maybe "

It was at this point that I first started to think that Edward Landau, though a very successful attorney and a near demi-god, might have a less-than-firm grip on reality. Bridget wasn't just bad-she was intergalactically awful. Compared to Bridget, Jennifer Lopez was Meryl Streep, Kiri Te Kanawa and Coco Chanel wrapped up into one overhyped package. But who was I to break the bad news? "I see what you mean," I said mildly, "I just thought, um, it's never a bad idea to get an education, something to fall back on."

He leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head. He said, "A handsome young man and a level-headed one as well." He smiled, and this time I did giggle. Well, I didn't giggle, but I uttered a sort of airy chuckle. A chuckle that died on my lips when he said, "I can understand why my wife enjoys fucking you so much." 

The chuckle became a gurgle. His indulgent smile remained unchanged as I squirmed in my seat. He said, "Don't be alarmed. My wife has told me all about her encounters with you. I understand that she took your virginity. Did you enjoy it, did you have fun fucking my wife??"

I had to grab onto the arms of the chair because the room was spinning so fast. "Um," I said. "Um." That was the best I could manage.

"I wish I could have seen that," he said with sudden intensity, " seen my wife squat over you, and seen the look on your face as her pussy slid down your virgin cock..." His eyes took on a faraway cast, and it was a good five seconds before he shook his head and returned from whatever fantasyland he'd just visitied. "From what Julia has told me, it's not your boyish good looks that makes fucking you such a treat." His eyes flicked to my groin and back up again. "May I see it?" he asked.

The question completely flummoxed me. "See what?" I said.

"Your penis," he said, leaning forward. "I understand you're unusually gifted."

Perhaps, in your experience, you've had the father of a girl you're crazy about ask to see your dick. I rather doubt it. I've never read a book or seen a movie or even heard a dirty story about a father asking to see the cock of his daughter's prom date. So I didn't have a frame of reference to work from. I swallowed hard and I said, "You want to see my penis?"

"Yes. It doesn't have to be hard, of course. I can hardly expect you to have an erection at the moment, but still, it would satisfy my curiosity. And," he said with a wry smile, "I'm very, very curious."

He was very pleasant about it, very friendly, not at all predatory or jealous. That didn't make it any easier to meet his eyes. "I'm not sure how to put this. I don't want to be rude, but let me explain why there is no goddam way I'm showing you my penis. First of all, I..."

He interrupted me. "I'm not gay, if that's your concern. I just want to see it."

"I'm flattered, really. It's nice of you to ask. But, again, there is no way in hell."

"Please."

"No."

He laced the fingers of his hands together, pretending to beg. "Pretty please?"

It was hard to look at him, his eyes bored into mine and I found it difficult to deny him his request. "No. Look, Mr. Landau, I..."

He held up a hand. "Please, please, call me Teddy."

That's what did it. He liked me enough to let me call him Teddy, and such was the force of his presence that I didn't have the strength to resist him. I wanted to please him, I wanted him to think I was a nice guy and good enough for his daughter. So I found myself standing and I said, "OK, uh, Teddy. If you really want to see, uh, it."

He grinned from ear to ear. "Oh, I do." 

I had to turn away as I shucked my shorts and boxers and put them on the sofa, I didn't want his eyes on me as I stripped. I turned around, and was relieved to find that he was still sitting at his desk, his hands on the armrests of his chair, watching me with considerable, but clinicial, interest. He looked at my equipment and nodded.

"Whoa," he said.

"Can I get dressed?" I asked.

"Not just yet, please." He slid his chair under the desk and took a closer look. "Whoa," he said again. "That is a very large penis."

"Thanks," I said, because, well, what else could I say?

"I mean, you have a big, big dick."

"So I've been told."

"Even bigger than your father's. And, as I recall, your father was big."

I prayed that the floor would crack open and the abyss swallow me whole. "That fact has been remarked upon."

"I'm sure it has." He leaned a bit closer. "Wow. I mean, I'm pretty big myself, but you dwarf me."

"No, I'm sure I don't."

His eyebrows rose. "Would you like to see my cock? To compare?"

"No, thank you."

"Fine, fine," he said, sitting back, and I was relieved that he seemed about to change the subject. Until I learned what subject he was switching to. "Now, you've also had sex with my daughter, is that correct?" 

Oh, Jesus. "Yes, but you have to understand, it wasn't my idea, I..."

He laughed and nodded. "Yes, yes, my wife told me about how she encouraged you to deflower my daughter. I don't hold that against you. If Julia wanted you to have intercourse with Bridget, under her supervision, then I of course support that decision."

Of course. But then his expression turned serious. "I do have one concern, however. Bridget is still inexperienced, and I'm worried that, if you have sex with her again, you might hurt her with your organ."

You don't often see fathers showing this level of concern in their daughter's well-being, and that's probably a good thing. "I don't think Bridget and I are going to have sex again," I said, hoping to reassure him. 

He laughed. "I'm afraid that might not be your decision. Bridget is just like her mother, she has a very forceful personality. I'm not especially optimistic that you could resist her if she made demands on you."

I was about to say that I'd been resisting her just fine so far, but before I could speak he said, "And that's why I would like to see how large you are when you're erect. Will you indulge me, Daniel?" 

I tasted puke in my mouth. "Indulge you, how?" I squeaked.

"Both my wife and my daughter have told me about a very unusual skill you have, that because of your incredible size you're able to...pleasure yourself orally." His blue eyes locked on mine, and it was like a cobra hypnotizing a mouse. "Daniel, I want to watch while you suck your cock. I'll just sit here and watch, I promise. But if you want to go to the prom with Bridget, I'm afraid I have to insist that you demonstrate. I get a tremendous amount of pleasure watching people have sex, I mean, I absolutely adore it, and ever since Julia told me about your abilities I've wanted to watch you enjoy yourself." 

His face took on a resolute cast. "I ask that you indulge me. If you decline, I'm afraid I'll have to forbid her from going to the prom with you. I don't want to do it, I think you're an exemplary young man and I have no qualms about her dating you, but Bridget still respects my authority enough to do as I say. I hate to resort to such measures, but that should give you an idea of how badly I want to watch you suck yourself off."

I looked at my cock and sighed. "Mr. Landau..."

"Teddy."

"Teddy. Teddy, you are a very strange man. I've met some really strange people lately, but you're definitely near the top of the list."

He actually laughed out loud. "I'm stranger than a boy who can suck his own cock?"

I had to nod at the sense of this. "Touché." 

He pushed his chair forward a few inches and leaned back. "I'm waiting. Anxiously."

I looked at my cursed cock and sighed. What else could I do? I found that I wanted to please this handsome man, who possessed such charisma that with a grin and a wink he could convince a jury to send an innocent man to the gallows. I also didn't want him deciding that I wasn't good enough for his little girl. And, truth be told, I heard a familiar voice echoing in my head, the voice I'd the other morning, chanting "Suck me...suck me...suck me..." My penis twitched as it slowly rose between my legs. In some very twisted way, I wanted to show off for Bridget's dad, as though a talent for autofellatio was a quality fathers looked for in their daughter's beaus, like regular churchgoing and a paper route. 

"I need to lie down and tuck my legs under something," I said, but Teddy was a step ahead of me. He extended a hand at the sofa against the wall. "Will that do?" he asked. I nodded and he said, "Bridget and Julia told me you need to twist yourself into knots, so I set things up for you." The sofa was up against the wall, next to the bookshelf Bridget and Teddy had looked at so meaningfully. It looked like it had just enough clearance for me to use. Time to do my trick, like a well-hung dancing bear. 

I lay down and, as I got into position, I heard a faint, "Zzzzzzip!" I looked up and saw Mr. Landau leaning back in his chair. At first I thought that he was pulling down his pants so he could masturbate while watching me, which would have given me serious second thoughts about doing this, but then I caught a glimpse of two high-heels protruding from under the desk. It didn't take much for me to figure out that there was a woman under his desk, and that the woman was undoubtedly Julia. Before I could speak Mr. Landau put a finger to his lips and shook his head. "Pretend she's not here," he mouthed. Well, Elaine said he was a voyeur, so maybe this made sense. 

Thinking of Elaine gave me an idea, and idea that would, in some small way, let me take back the initiative I'd so meekly handed away. "Teddy, we're friends, right?"

"I'd like to think we're well on the way."

"I hope so too. I'll satisfy your curiosity, but only if you do me a special favor."

He paused. "If I can, of course."

"You know Elaine Robinson. She's friends with your wife."

He smiled. "Yes, I know Elaine well. I haven't seen as much of her lately as I used to, unfortunately."

"Well, I'd like you to see all of her. I'll perform for you, but only if you agree to have sex with Elaine."

I wondered what Julia's reaction would be, but all I could see where I was sitting were the high-heels twist a bit. Teddy thought about it a bit and then he said, "Well, how do you know she would be interested in...doing that with me?"

"I'm sure she'd be interested. And I'm sure you're wife wouldn't mind, not after all the times she's fucked me."

He smiled, just a little, and I imagined Julia crushing his testicles in her long-nailed fingers. But after a second his smile blossomed forth and he said, "All right, I'll agree to your terms." I relaxed a bit, glad that in some small way I'd made up for the transgression of the day before, but before I could pat myself on the back he said, "I agree, on one condition."

Jesus Christ, all I want is to take his daughter to a goddam dance and now I'm negotiating like it's the fucking Paris peace talks. "Which is?" I asked.

"I want you to watch us. You, and my wife. I can't very well have sex with another woman behind my wife's back, and I would enjoy myself even more knowing that we had an audience." His face flushed slightly with excitement, the mere thought of performing in front of us had him almost giddy, and I nodded my agreement. "Do you want to draw up a contract for me to sign?" I asked wearily.

He laughed again. "You're an interesting young man," he said. "I hope we get to know each other better. But for now, if you would..." his eyes moved to the couch.

Nothing else to do but do it. I lay down, jackknifed my legs over my head, tucked my feet under the sofa, and there he was, my pride and joy, throbbing, dribbling pre-come, waiting for that first wet caress of my tongue.

"UHHH!" I groaned as I licked my glans. It felt so good I groaned again as the tip of my tongue found the slit at the apex of my cock and burrowed inside. I opened wide and the huge helmet slipped between my lips. My lips and tongue went to work on my cock, and I reached between my legs to play with my heavy testicles. 

"Oh my God," Teddy said, with delight, not disgust. "That's amazing."

"Hmmmf," I groaned. I bobbed my head up and down, taking the first third of my length into my mouth. Over the sound of my own slurping I could hear the wet sounds of another cock being orally pleasured, and I wondered if Mr. Landau was directing his comments to me, or to the woman under his desk. I heard him gasp lightly and he said, "Oh, you like sucking cock, don't you?" When I didn't answer he said again, "Don't you?" and I decided to play along. "Mm-hmm!"

"Use your tongue, let me see your tongue all over the head...ahh, that's it!" I decided to play along with what he said. He was probably talking to me and Julia, watching my perform the act and feeling Julia duplicate it on his own dick. I think, by watching me and having his dick sucked at the same time, he was imagining that HE was the one sucking his own cock. He wasn't lusting after me, or at watching a big-dicked teenager suck himself off, he was imagining himself in my place, lying on the floor, his huge phallus sliding in and out of his slaving mouth, polishing the spongy head with his tongue. That's my thirty-second diagnosis of the situation, and if you've got a better one, keep it to yourself. At least this way I could stay sane.

I obeyed his every command, letting my shiny cockhead slip out of mouth and then swirling my tongue all over it when he said, "Uhh, use your tongue, let me see you get it wet...ahhh, yeah. Oh, that's it, play with your balls, that feels nice, doesn't it, mmm, doesn't it?"

Hearing a male voice say these things made it a bit hard to stay hard, and to keep me going I found myself thinking about Bridget, about what it would feel like to have Bridget kneeling between my legs, kissing and licking my penis, her eyes gazing up at me...

"God, you're HUGE," he said as I reached full erection. "I can't believe how big you are. No wonder Julia can't stop talking about it." I looked around my huge shank and saw Teddy staring back, mouth open, his eyes glittering. "I want you to come. I want to see that big cock spurt all over the place. I...uh...oh yeah...uhhhhh...I want to see it right now. Right now, Danny! Suck it!"

Thank God, I though, both because my stomach muscles were about to seize up and because I was seconds away from orgasm. "Umm, umph, uhhh!" I moaned as I pleasured myself with well-practiced moves. "Oh yeah," Teddy said. "Mmm-mmm!" I agreed. We both started panting and groaning and I think he started to come about two seconds before me. "Ahhh!" he groaned, and then I said, "Hmmrrrrrrph!" and a hot, thick gout of semen flowed into my mouth. "No, let it come out all over," he groaned, and I obeyed, freeing my oral grip on my dick and letting it splatter my face with come. Maybe Teddy wasn't the only one who liked performing for an audience, because my orgasm was prolonged and rather copious, and when my spasms finally ended my face was coated in a thick white mask. 

I was panting from my exertions. I unlocked my legs and staggered to my feet. Mr. Landau was breathing hard as well. He leaned back in his chair, and reached down on the floor by his chair. He came up with a fluffy white towel and tossed it to me. I took it gratefully and went to work on my face. "Daniel, that was incredible," he said. "I mean, you exceeded all my expectations. Just marvelous."

"Thanks," I said, mopping the goo off my face. I found that I couldn't meet his eyes. I felt somewhat ashamed that I'd debased myself in this way, all over a girl who apparently despised me. I despised myself a little. And I felt more than a little nauseous.

"I must admit, I do enjoy watching people, ah, enjoying themselves, and I don't think I've ever witnessed a more thrilling spectacle."

I said thanks again, and when I was cleaned up I quickly got dressed and sat down in my chair. He was looking at me in a weird way. "Would you agree that my daughter is an unusually beautiful woman?"

It caught me by surprise. "Yes, I would."

He looked at me carefully. "You're unusual too. And I don't mean your unusual talent. You're an intelligent, poised, and obviously determined young man."

"Thanks." The compliment meant a bit less coming from a man who'd just watched me suck myself off.

"I can't count how many men have chased after my daughter, and she's never shown much interest in any of them. But I think she's interested in you, and I can understand why."

I thought I knew better, that Bridget wasn't interested in me, beyond putting the kids at school in their place. "She likes the freak show too," I said, feeling sorry for myself.

Mr. Landau shook his head. "I don't think you believe that, or else you wouldn't have put up with everything you've gone through." He fumbled with his pants, zipping and buckling, and came around the desk. "You kept your end of the bargain, now I'll keep mine. Do you want me to call Elaine, or will you set it up?"

"I'll tell her," I said, wanting to see the look on her face when she found out the little surprise I had for her. 

"Let me know. You'll be there?"

"Yes," I sighed. And, knowing Julia was under the desk, I said, "Maybe I'll fuck Julia while you have sex with Elaine."

I meant it as a joke. But the protruding heels twitched, and Mr. Landau licked his lips. "That would be fantastic." 

I had no intention of screwing Julia, but it seemed the thing to say. He extended a hand, I took it, and as we shook I made a promise to myself, that when I got married I was going to be a one-woman guy, always faithful, no fooling around. My folks and the Landaus had me convinced that the swinging lifestyle wasn't all that it was cracked up to be.

Mr. Landau walked me to the door, but Bridget was nowhere to be found, so I left without speaking to her. I took my time driving home, feeling pretty crummy. I didn't want to suck my cock anymore. There mere thought of it made my stomach upset and my abdominals tremble. I didn't want to have meaningless sex with women who just wanted my cock. I remembered how Bridget looked after I kissed her in my car, and my heart went pitter-pat. That's what I wanted. I wanted to hold her hand. I wanted to put my arm around her in a movie theater. 

I drove around for awhile, just driving, wandering all over, and it was a good half-hour before I pulled into my driveway. I wasn't paying much attention, and when I stepped out of the car I almost got run over as Bridget's car screamed up next to me. She leapt out and, without preamble, slapped me so hard I did a full 360. When the cobwebs cleared I saw she was winding up for another swing, but I stepped close and grabbed her wrist before she connected.

"The hell was that for!" I yelled, tasting blood in my mouth for the second day in a row. 

"You're not fucking my mother!" she hissed, and I really had to hold on to keep her from breaking free and clocking me again. "I heard what you told my Daddy! I won't let you! You're not fucking her!"

"Jesus Christ, of course I'm not!" I said. "Wait, how did you hear that?"

"I was listening at the door," she said, not too convincingly. At least I wasn't convinced. 

"I'm not going to have sex with Julia. Or anyone else," I said.

"But you had sex with Elaine yesterday, didn't you? Instead of fucking me you ran off to see her, right?" 

My head dropped, Elaine must've talked. "Yes, but that's not the same thing," I said, not sounding too convincing myself.

"It isn't? Oh, OK, fine, then," she said, jerking her arm free. Her eyes were filled with rage and hurt and I shied away, thinking she was going to drill me again. But instead she grabbed my ears and kissed me savagely, and when she pulled away a stark smear of my blood stood out on her cheek. She whirled and strode back to her car, yanking the door open and leaping behind the wheel. She smoked her tires pulling out of the driveway and was gone before my cheek stopped burning. I had an idea where she was going, and I thought about rushing over to Elaine's. But that would just make things worse. Best to let her cool off.




Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 12



I was getting sick of walking into my house feeling like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders. The simple solution was tell Bridget the whole thing was off, forget about her, and end the seemingly endless misery. Then I thought about how cool it was to be popular, and how much I loved kissing Bridget and feeling her melt in my arms, and I knew I wouldn't give up a chance to enjoy that again for anything. Just a week to go until prom, just a few more hurdles to, well, hurdle, and who could tell what might happen?

I walked in the house to find my mother and father sitting on the couch. Sitting very close to each other on the couch. Sitting very close together on the couch, gazing into each other's eyes, my mother running her fingers through my father's hair which, I saw, had been extensively reworked. He didn't have the same style as me, it was cut much shorter on the sides and combed back, but he looked pretty fabulous himself.

"Hello, kids," I said. 

"Hey, dude," Dad said, luxuriating in my mother's attention. "Got my hair cut."

"So I see. Naomi?"

"Uh-huh," he purred. Mom was looking at him with what could only be called adoration. It brightened my mood to see them this way, and I decided to give them their privacy. "Think I'll go to my room, read or something."

Mom got up and shook her head. "No, you can stay here and watch TV. I think we'll go upstairs. OK, honey?"

Dad practically leapt to his feet. "Sure, baby." Dad tossed me the remote and the blissful couple trotted upstairs to do...whatever. I was happy that they were happy. And, with luck, maybe I could be that happy, maybe even with Bridget. It would take a lot of work to pull that off, but I was willing to try. And, if the conversation I'd just had with Ms. Landau in the driveway was any indication, I'd have to roll up my sleeves and get busy first thing tomorrow.



Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 13



AUTHOR'S NOTE-To my loyal readers, I apologize for not posting a story for 3 months. I've been busy and...ah, you don't want to hear the sordid details of my horrible life, you want to know when I'll be posting again! I'll be submitting the conclusion to this chapter in the next few days (I promise) and then another full chapter very soon. Thank you for your patience, and please let me know if you like this latest tawdry episode.

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I thought that the day after my meeting with Bridget's father would be a relative cakewalk. True, Bridget herself was pretty pissed at me because she thought I was still interested in fucking her mother, which I wasn't. But when you compare that to sucking myself off for her father's entertainment, which is what happened the day before, dealing with a ticked-off female should be no big deal.

So when the phone rang while I was disposing of my morning cereal I didn't think much of it. Mom answered it and I kept my mind on my Cheerios. That is, until she said, "Oh, hello Elaine." I lifted my head, figuring that the sexy older woman on the phone was calling for me. But she wasn't. Mom listened for a few moments and said, "Oh...really...that's surprising...really..."

"What?" I asked.

Mom shook her head. She listened a bit more, then said, "He did it too? That's terrible. I'll make him apologize and..." Again there was a piece of the conversation I missed. I got to my feet. "What?" I demanded.

Mom covered the receiver and hissed, "It's none of your business!" She walked out of the kitchen, leaving me standing and straining to hear. Dad came in and said, "What's for breakfast?"

"Huh? Uh, cereal."

"Great!" He assembled a bowl, grabbed the sports page, and started chowing down. I went back to my own cereal and waited for Mom to return. It took about five minutes, and when she did, she looked like the cat who swallowed the canary. 

Dad said, "Good morning," without turning around. He was reading about the Pirates' three-game winning streak when Mom said, "Honey, could I speak to you for a second?"

He looked up. "What? Sure, go ahead."

Mom smiled. "Alone."

Dad looked at me, then back to her. "Um, yeah, OK." He looked as confused as me as he got to his feet and followed Mom out of the room. I got to my feet, about to protest, when Mom said, "Your cereal is getting soggy."

I sat there eating cereal and not tasting it, wondering what the hell was going on. They were gone for about five minutes, long enough for me to decide that it couldn't be THAT bad. I mean, I hadn't done anything horrible lately. Well, that wasn't true. The other day, while having sex with Elaine, I had made the pretty horrible mistake of calling out Bridget's name when I came. But I thought Elaine had forgiven me for that insult, so...it couldn't be that. 

Whatever it was, when my folks came back to the kitchen my worries kicked it up another notch. Mom wore a smile so smug it made me itch all over, and Dad...Dad looked like he'd just been hit in the forehead with a hammer. His jaw hung loose, his eyes floated aimlessly, when he sat back down he tried eating his cereal with a knife. 

"What the hell's going on?" I asked.

"Nothing," Mom said.

"Guff," said Dad.

"Bull. Elaine calls, there's a secret powwow, and now Dad looks like he saw a ghost."

"He's fine," Mom said.

"Look at him! Are you having a stroke, Dad?"

"Wubble," he said.

"You're going to be late for school," Mom said, her voice light and sweet.

"I'm not going to school until you tell me what's going on."

"Guhhhh," guhhed Dad.

Try as I might, I didn't get any more info out of them before I left. I thought long and hard about ditching school and driving straight to Elaine's to demand an explanation, but if she refused to talk, or even answer the door, what then? I was so preoccupied with this new threat to my equanimity that I forgot all about the other dark cloud on my horizon, a certain blonde goddess who intercepted me on the way to the cafeteria.

"I need to talk to you," she said, catching me totally off guard. I was expecting kicking and scratching, not a powwow. I went through the lunch line and gathered my nuts and berries and sat down across from her in the little booth I was coming to think of as our own. "I did something terrible last night," she said.

I thought she was referring to the little scene outside my house, when she accused me of still wanting to fuck her mother, so I said, magnanimously, "No, it was no big deal, really. I can understand you being a bit jealous, I mean, Julia is..."

She slammed her palm on the table and leaned forward. "It's not that, you asshole," she hissed. "I meant every word of that. But after I left I went over to Elaine's. I wanted to, um, I wanted to talk to her."

"Talk," I said sarcastically. "Sure."

"Shut up. Like you're Mr. Self-Control."

Touché. "What happened?"

She leaned back, and when she did, I could see the points of her nipples standing out against her pale yellow blouse. "We...we were making love, and I did something I shouldn't have."

"What?"

She reached over, grabbed my milk, and took a sip. "I was lying on the bed, my legs spread, and Elaine was going down on me. She was licking me and sucking on me but she wouldn't make me come. She said she wanted me to relax, so she just nibbled at me, these little teasing licks."

I took the milk and gulped. "Go on."

"She rolled me over and made me go on all fours and slid underneath me and licked me that way. I begged her to 69 with me but she said she wanted to concentrate on how good I tasted."

I took another swallow of milk and Bridget snatched the carton out of my hand and took a swig herself. "What happened then?" I said, breathless.

She closed her eyes. "She made me turn over on my back again and while I did that I guess she picked up a dildo she'd put on the floor and she slid it inside my pussy. She slid it all the way in and then she switched it on and it started vibrating, I mean I think my ears were wiggling. And she started sucking on me and sliding the dildo out of me and I came."

I tilted the milk carton high but nothing came out of it. "I need more milk," I gasped.

"Get some. Hurry."

I started to get up, then sat back down. "I can't."

"Why not."

"I'll break my zipper if I get up now."

She nodded sympathetically. "I understand."

But I didn't. "What's the big deal? You went to Elaine's, you fooled around, she made you climb the walls. That's what Elaine does."

She shook her head. "It's not what Elaine did. It's what I did."

"What did you do?"

She looked so embarrassed, so utterly mortified. "When I came, I started moaning, I mean she had me screaming, grabbing handfuls of the sheets, I almost slid off the bed because my hips were going all over the place."

My hands were trembling, along with something else that was wiggling pretty good. "Go on," I rasped.

"I came, and it was so good, it felt so fucking good between my legs, her tongue was all over me, that fucking vibrator was buried deep inside me...and then, right in the middle of it, when Elaine was giving me the most incredible orgasm, I called out someone else's name."

I couldn't believe it, but, then again, of course I could, because I'd done the same thing myself. Elaine had made me come and I'd screamed out Bridget's name. So..."Who's name did you say?"

"That isn't important!" she snapped. "The thing is, I really hurt Elaine. She was really upset."

I realized that Elaine hadn't told Bridget that I'd done the same thing. And, with a flutter of joy, I had an idea about whose name she'd screamed. "Who's name, Bridget?"

"I'm not going to say, because it's none of your business. The important thing is that I hurt Elaine's feelings, and I don't know what to do about it."

"Apologize."

"I did, a hundred times! I was in tears when I left. Elaine just kept saying, 'It's all right' in this monotone that made me feel even worse. I don't know what to do."

"I think before I can really set my mind to this problem I need to know who's name you called out," I said gravely. "It's a distraction, and I need to focus my full attention on the problem. So, tell me."

"You're such a jerk."

"Not at all. It's important that I have all the facts."

Bridget had perhaps the prettiest face on the East Coast, but it wasn't a good poker face. In the sparkle of her eyes, the downturn of her lips, the flaring of her nostrils, I could tell that I'd called her bluff, and that she was about to tell me the truth about what happened. 

Those deep blue eyes rose to meet mine, she parted her lips, and she said, "Your mother's name. I called out "Linda, Linda."

Maybe I shouldn't play poker for a living either, because I nearly burst into tears. My lips actually trembled as I said, "My mother?" I almost said, "Don't you mean me?", but fortunately a few of my brain cells were still functioning. 

Bridget nodded. "I have a terrible crush on your mother. I know, it's sick, and it's wrong. I hate her because of this hold she has over my mommy, but maybe that's why I'm so infatuated with her, I want to be dominated in the same way."

"You have a crush on my mom."

"Yes."

"My mother. Mom. My mom. My mother is the one you have a crush on."

She couldn't meet my eyes. "Yes."

I got up and bought three cartons of milk. No trouble walking now, that's for sure. I came back and handed her one and drank my first in three gulps. Now, I of course knew that Bridget had far more than a crush on my mother, having been under my parents' bed while Mom and Bridget went at each other with lips and tongues and dildos for the better part of an hour. But I thought that was just sex. Incredibly twisted and potentially disastrous sex, but still, just a fuck. All along I thought Bridget, maybe, was really starting to like me, and hearing about this turn of events had crushed my self-esteem as thoroughly as I crushed my empty milk carton.

"So now you know," Bridget said. "I hope you're not too freaked out about it."

"Nah."

"I mean, you've actually fucked my mother, so telling you this shouldn't be that big a deal."

So she was going to keep hiding the fact that she too had crossed that line. Fine. If we were keeping secrets, I was going to play my cards close to the vest too. I decided not to tell Bridget about my own little faux pas, nor about the phone call we'd received this morning. "Tell you what. I'll go over Elaine's tonight and talk to her, tell her how horrible you feel about it. You know Elaine, she's an angel, she won't stay mad for long if you're really sorry."

"Maybe, I hope not. But I don't think going over there and fucking her is going to help, not even with your cock."

"I'm not going there to fuck her into forgiving you," I said, offended. "I'm going there as someone who cares about her very much. I'll talk to her."

She put her elbows on the table and nodded. "Thank you. It would mean a lot to me."

And even though I hated her right now, hated her because she didn't love me, it gave me a thrill to hear her say that, to hear her say that I could do her a service that she would appreciate. Around 7th period, when the thrill wore off, a wave of revulsion and disgust came over me, and about me. I was so degraded and pathetic that I would still jump through hoops to win her approval, this girl who was so far out of my league I had no business even dreaming about her. 

When the final bell rang and I walked toward my car I didn't notice the person who strode up beside me. "The bandages come off Friday, fuckhead."

"Huh?" I said, my eyes still on the pavement. 

"Once I get the all-clear from my doctor, you're dead."

It was, once again, Michael Panucci, erstwhile Big Man on Campus who sported a broken nose thanks to me. Ever since the day when I'd landed that one perfect punch he'd threatened me almost daily, but because his nose was still at risk he was forced to hold off. I don't think he wanted to go to prom looking like Rocky Balboa after the first fight with Apollo Creed. So I didn't pay much attention to him, knowing that I was still safe. "Yeah, Mike, Friday. I'll be sure to order a coffin."

"That's right, pussy. I'm gonna make you my girlfriend."

I stopped. "Wait, you still don't have a date for the prom?'' I said, pretty loud.

I surprised him. "What? Yeah I have a fucking..."

"Do you want to go with me?" I said, still loudly. "I mean, it's a bit sudden, and I'm flattered...OK!"

"What?"

"I'll tell Bridget our date's off, and you and me will go together."

"You sick faggot piece of..."

"I'm wearing a black tux, so you should wear white. I guess I should pick you up, right? I guess that's how it works..."

Quite a few people were watching, and Panucci, to his credit, was tired of playing the straight man. He just turned and walked away. "Friday, man. Friday you'd better watch out."

Tormenting Panucci usually made me feel great, but by the time I pulled out of the parking lot the thrill was gone. I drove home feeling blue, with a black cloud hanging over me, and green with envy because Bridget liked Mom more than me. As you can tell, I wasn't thinking clearly. I got home and called out, "I have homework, I'll be up in my room!" I didn't want to talk to Mom, not right now.

And Mom didn't want to talk to me, either, because I got no reply. "Hello!" I called out. Nothing. I did a quick reconnoiter and found the house empty. It wasn't unusual for Mom to be out this late. It was unusual, however, to find a note on the kitchen table. Especially a note that read, "Be at Elaine's by 4PM. Shower first. Mom."

"Oh, boy," I breathed. This couldn't be good. This could only be very, very bad. The planets aligned and heralded disaster. My mistake at Elaine's, Bridget's boo-boo, the phone call this morning, this note...not good, Danny boy. Not good.

I obeyed. Resistance was futile. I stripped and showered, paying careful and close attention to my asshole which, I feared, was soon to get a stern workout. I didn't know what was in store, and I found that the less I thought about it, the better I was able to function. 

I pulled into Elaine's driveway and found it empty, no other cars waiting. Which, to my paranoid mind, screamed out "Ambush!". I got out and was halfway up the walkway when another car pulled in. Bridget's. She got out and said, "I guess you got a note too."

"Yup."

"Danny, I'm afraid."

"YOU'RE afraid? How do you think I feel? I'm the one who's been chained and exhibited and butt-fucked."

She sure looked scared. "Let's just go. You and me, let's go somewhere until dark and pretend nothing happened."

I took her hand, and she let me. "You know that won't work. Come on, I'm sure it won't be bad at all." I led her to the door, I rang the bell, and when Elaine answered, wearing a black leather corset, black knee-high boots, black kid-leather gloves that reached to her elbow, a black leather mask, and wielding a black leather whip, I turned to Bridget and said, in a trembling voice, "See, not bad at all."

"Inside. Now." Elaine's voice was soft, calm, terrifying. I'd never seen her like this. She was always so sweet, gentle, teasing, delightful. Now she was flat-out scary. She closed the door and, "Get undressed. In my house you earn the right to wear clothes. Take them off."

I said, in my best speech-making voice, "Elaine, Bridget would like to apologize for..."

Elaine didn't raise her voice, but she did raise her whip, and she brought it down across my buttocks. It didn't hurt, it FUCKING HURT, and I yelped. Her eyes were so calm, so in control, that I immediately pulled off my shirt and kicked off my sandals. Bridget's frightened eyes looked to mine and I reached to her tummy and yanked her blouse over her head. "Do what she says," I told her. "Believe me, you don't want to get hit with that whip."

Which quickly stung my ass yet again. "Silence," Elaine said. She wore dark red lipstick, and her full lips curled distastefully as I rubbed my aching cheeks. "No speaking unless I give permission. No crying unless I give permission." She rubbed my butt with her leather-clad palm. She put those dark lips near my ear. "But you can beg all you want. I look forward to hearing you beg."

When we were both nude Elaine stepped back to look us over. "Two beautiful young people," she said. She stepped between us and let her gloved hands roam over our bodies. "Both of you, you're so beautiful." She fondled my penis and caressed Bridget's nipples. We both became erect. "But," Elaine said, tweaking the heavy purple head crowning my glory, "you're both so undisciplined." She drew her hands away and stood before us at rigid attention, her creamy breasts thrust out. "Today, I will teach you discipline."

She marched us upstairs. Bridget was in front of me, and my erection rubbed against the soft moons of her derriere. I couldn't help it, because Elaine was right behind me, and the hard butt-end of her whip was, well, right behind my behind. It probed at me and since I didn't want to be invaded that way I hustled Bridget up the stairs. The powdery friction of her cheeks against my helmet made me ooze a bit, and I left a small shiny patch of my liquids on her skin. What I would give to see Bridget bathed in sweat, sweat generated from out lovemaking, and my semen splashed across her belly, or her face, and my own face smeared with the juices loosed by her own arousal. As Elaine gave me the business end of her whip again, I guessed that my dream wasn't going to come true today. Though a few nightmares might be in the offing. 

Elaine took us to her "fun room", the S&M paradise she and her late husband built to indulge their more intense fantasies. The room was dominated by a king-sized bed bracketed with metal poles, perfect for chaining and cuffing your victims. The winch at the head of the bed, which Elaine had used to fold me into the proper position for sucking my own cock, was, I saw, fully retracted. I hoped that meant I wouldn't be asked to perform again, which would come as a great relief. 

But if the winch wasn't on the agenda, a thick black curtain stretched across the middle of the bed probably was. I'd never seen Elaine use a screen like this before. It cut the bed in half lengthwise, and my imagination made a few quick leaps forward. If a person was lying on the bed, and the curtain pulled across, the person wouldn't be able to see what was happening to the lower half of his/her body. The fun part. I looked at Bridget, and from her expression I could tell she hadn't figured it out yet. 

"Lie on the bed, side by side," Elaine commanded. Bridget immediately obeyed, but when I said, "Wait," I got a smack on the ass. I leapt on the bed and lay down, the black satin sheets rustling luxuriously under me. OK, I'd go with the flow like Bridget, and trust that Elaine wouldn't really torture us, that this was some kind of exciting ruse. 

I stayed with that plan right up to the point where Elaine put the leather dog collar around Bridget's neck and chained her to the wall. 

I leapt up-well, I tried to leap, but the slick satin sheets were practically frictionless and there was some flopping and flailing before I got the floor under my feet. "No way," I yelled. "No way you're chaining me up like a dog."

"Daniel," Elaine snapped. "Lie down."

"No."

"Now."

"Nope."

Elaine walked slowly around the bed, and I backed toward the door. "Daniel," Elaine said quietly, "if you leave, I'll do to Bridget everything I'm going to do to you. Can you stand the thought that she's suffering through the agony meant for you?"

If this was a poker game, I would have called this a stone bluff. No way Elaine was going to put Bridget through "agony". I smirked at Elaine, but it faded when I looked at Bridget and saw that she was absolutely terrified. She really thought Elaine was going to torture her. "Danny, don't go, please," she said in a tiny voice. 




Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 13



As I just said, had this been a poker game I would have called Elaine's bluff. But you don't see many poker games where the dealer wears a leather corset and brandishes a whip. Which is really too bad. Anyway, I tried a different tactic. "I'm bigger than you, Elaine," I said. "I won't hurt you, but I can take the key, unlock Bridget, and take her with me."

A ghost of a smile tugged at the edge of her lips. "This key?" she asked, dangling it before me a few seconds before she tugged at the stiff leather of her corset and dropped the key into the bottomless depths of her cleavage. "You'd have to go down there and get it, Danny," she taunted. "You'd have to hold me down, hold me down and strip me and fumble with my tits and my pussy looking for it. Could you do that, Danny? Could you hold me down, even if I was screaming that you were hurting me? Even if I was begging you to bury that huge boner in my pussy? Could you do that?"

She called my bluff, damn her. I lay back down on the bed. When she came to chain me up I grabbed the collar out of her hands "I'll do it," I snarled. "I'm not letting you put a collar on me. I'll do it myself." She smiled at my total capitulation. I lay back, disgusted, but that changed when Bridget seized my hand. "Thank you," she said, and kissed me on the cheek. 

"You're really scared?" I said. "She's not going to hurt us."

"Yes, she is."

"No, she's not," I said derisively. 

"Yes, I am," Elaine said. 

Elaine tugged at the curtain, which started at the headboard next to Bridget, and draped across our torsos. She walked around the bed and finished drawing it closed, until Bridget and I were trapped in a cocoon of heavy black fabric. I couldn't see anything else in the room except for Bridget's breasts, which normally would have held my attention completely. But what might happen beyond the curtain's event horizon commanded more and more of my attention. 

"You're probably wondering why I'm doing this," Elaine's disembodied voice said. "Do you want to know why?"

"I do," I said.

"I already know," said Bridget.

Elaine pulled the curtain aside and sat down next to Bridget. "No, you don't, darling," she said, smoothing a stray blonde strand from Bridget's forehead. "You think it's because you called out Danny's name while we were making love, don't you?"

"Wait a second!" I yelled. "You called out my name! Mine, not my mother's!"

"Danny, be quiet!" Elaine said.

I was so elated I ignored her. "I knew it, you want me so bad it's driving you crazy, you..."

THWACK! Elaine put her wrist into it right across my naked thighs and I let out a squeal. "You speak when you're spoken to!" Elaine snapped. She turned back to Bridget while I squirmed in agony. "That's not the reason. Well, not exactly. I'm going to discipline you because you did that, as I'm going to discipline Danny for screaming out your name when he was coming inside my pussy."

It took about two seconds for Bridget to comprehend what she'd just heard. She yelled, "You did the same thing I did?"

"Um."

"And you didn't tell me?!"

"Ah."

"I poured my heart out to you, and you just sat there and didn't tell me you'd done the same thing, you fucking BASTARD!"

"You told me you said my mother's name!"

"You knew I was lying!" she said, which wasn't true, but I didn't get a chance to point that out because she slithered across satin sheets and started hammering at my shoulders, until Elaine smacked her exposed ass with her whip.

"Both of you are equally at fault!" Elaine barked. Bridget, totally cowed, resumed her place at my side. Sure that she had our full attention, she said, "You both know I love sex. I fuck men, I fuck women. I fuck men and women at the same time. I fuck who I want when I want. But I don't fuck just anyone. I only fuck people I honestly like, and people who honestly like me. You won't see me cruising bars looking for cheap one-night stands. I have sex with the two of you because I care about you very much, and because you care about me."

"I do," Bridget sobbed. It would have been a bit better if she'd used the inclusive "we", but I didn't have time to chime in before Elaine said, "That's what you say. But when I'm having sex with someone, I expect that they want to have sex with ME." She dropped the whip on the bed and reached under the bed. "I'm not a sex toy," she said, and from under the bed she produced a dildo that was the approximate length and girth of my arm. "THIS is a sex toy," Elaine said, dropping it on Bridget's stomach. "If you want to get back at Danny, use this next time, not me." She reached under the bed and tossed a bottle of lubricant on my chest. "Next time you want to get back at Bridget, use your hand, not me."

I felt about three inches tall, even with an erection. Bridget looked like she might burst into tears any second. "I'm sorry," I said. "You're right, I didn't treat you like a friend." Bridget nodded assent.

Elaine didn't say anything. "I love you," I said. Bridget mumbled, "I love you too."

"And I love both of you," she said, and then fell silent. She made us wait for a moment, and then she said, "I accept your apologies."

I exhaled for the first time in ten minutes. "Thank you." Elaine kissed Bridget on the lips, and then she came around and kissed me too. "Can you take these collars off us now?" I asked.

She burst out laughing, "Danny, that isn't why I chained you up. I said I'm going to teach you a lesson. All you've done is apologize. We could have done that downstairs. No," she said, standing and zipping the curtain closed, "now you're going to learn your lesson."

We heard her walk to the door and pulled it closed behind her. Bridget and I sat there for about ten seconds in stunned silence. "Wait, uh, what...what do you think she meant by that?" I asked.

"I don't know." At least Bridget was talking to me. I tried to sit up by the collar held me fast. "Can you move at all?" She tried and it was obvious she was stuck fast like me.

"What lesson?" I asked. "What the hell is she talking about?"

"I don't know."

I looked at her. "Are you still afraid?"

"No. Mostly I'm pissed at you."

"Look, I'm sorry, but it's hard to bring up in conversation that I called out your name while having sex with another woman."

"Well, we're done having fucking conversations. Forever."

"Bridget, please." I couldn't think of anything to mollify her. "I'm sorry."

"Fuck you."

"Elaine accepted my apology! Why can't you?"

"Because Elaine loves you, and I don't even like you. How's that?"

Not too good, I wanted to say. But we were interrupted by the door opening. "Elaine?" I said, but she didn't answer. I couldn't see anything, but I had the feeling that more than one person had come into the room. I could sense their presence beyond the screen. Perhaps my cock, acting as a tuning fork, had detected their vibrations. At any rate, Elaine said, "Bridget, I just want you to relax. OK, darling?"

The gorgeous girl next to me tensed. "Elaine, please." The bed sagged as another person joined us. I heard a satiny whoosh as her legs were spread apart. "Elaine, no, please, no..."

She arched her back, and let out a long sigh. "Ohhhh."

"What?" I blurted.

She closed her eyes and pressed her lips together. "She's going down on me. Her tongue, oh...oh, Elaine,"

And then we heard Elaine say, "It isn't me, darling."

Bridget's nipples shriveled into hot pink tips. "Oh my God. Oh my God." She writhed slowly as her pussy was anonymously pleasured beyond the black curtain. A dreamy smile passed over her lips. "Oh, that feels so nice, right there." Her eyes closed and her smile grew. "That's..." and her voice turned into a husky groan, "that's incredible."

She turned and looked at me with desperate blue eyes. "Danny?"

"Yes?"

She swallowed, her head swayed. She reached down and took my hand and squeezed hard. "Touch my nipples."

"What?"

A brief cry slipped from her slightly-parted lips. "Danny, please," she gasped. "Touch my nipples."

I had to pull my hand free from her grip to caress the alluring swells of her breasts. I couldn't kiss or suck them, because of that damned collar, but my fingertips skated around and around her rosy buds and she trembled every time I tweaked the very tip of her magnificent globes.

"Oh Danny, oh my God, I'm gonna come." She was looking at me, she was saying my name, it was almost like it was my head between her legs. I could hear the soft labial licking going on just a few feet away, and it was turning me on so much that I thought my cock might split open like an overripe banana. So far no one had touched me down there, which was both a relief and a torture. 

I was so preoccupied with Bridget's nipples and her soft mews of rapture that I was caught totally by surprise when she kissed me. It was a clumsy kiss, all noses and teeth, but we got ourselves aligned and I kissed her back with all the ardor I owned. We kissed deeply, tenderly, and all the while Bridget moaned into my open mouth.

"I wish it was me loving you with my mouth," I whispered. 

"You are," she said, and her tongue plunged between my lips.

We kissed for a minute, maybe two, and then Bridget suddenly said, "Oh."

"What?"

"Whoever was licking me stopped." 

And, indeed, we could both feel the person who had performed cunnilingus on Bridget crawling off the bed. To be replaced with a definitively larger person, who made the bed sag as he-it could only be a he-lumbered between Bridget's legs. 

Her belly slipped toward the curtain as our new bedmate lifted Bridget's legs onto his hips. "Wait, wait," Bridget whispered, but the man on the other side didn't wait. "Uhhh! Oh, oh, fuck!" She let out a groan and grabbed two fistfuls of black silk. "UHHHHH!"

"What? What's happening?" 

The bed started creaking, Bridget's breasts began shimmying, in a rhythm as old as humanity itself. "I'm getting fucked," she whimpered. "I'm getting fucked and he's HUGE." The tempo increased, and for the first time we got some feedback from the person on the other side. There was a muffled, almost strangled, "Mmmph! MMMMMMph!"

Bridget grabbed my hand again and mashed her lips against mine. "Oh, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me!" she hissed into my face. 

"I want to fuck you," I said, staring into her eyes.

"You will," she said through clenched teeth. "Right now I want you kissing me."

We kissed each other, our hands explored each other's chests as the man on the other side of the curtain plowed Bridget like some kind of machine. His cock brought Bridget to a trembling, quaking orgasm that made her flush red from throat to cleavage. "Oh God," she moaned. She kissed me and said, "He's almost as big as you, Danny."

And, bang, it hit me like that. I knew who was screwing Bridget on the other side of the curtain. Who else had a giant dick? Who could Elaine call upon to participate in a twisted game like this? Who had looked like a recently deprogrammed Moonie this morning?

Yup. Dear old Dad was fucking my would-be girlfriend. And, if I had to put odds on it, it was Mom who gave Bridget her oral warm-up. It was starting to dawn on me that I came from some pretty messed-up stock. Maybe that was the lesson that Elaine wanted to teach us, that both of us had some serious bugs in our DNA and we'd better start figuring out some coping skills. 

I guess the expression on my face was pretty troubled, because Bridget suddenly seized my face in her hands and said, "Danny, his cock isn't anywhere near as good as yours. I don't want anyone else. I don't want anyone else's cock in the whole world. I just want you inside me. Just you."

Hearing her say that, and seeing the longing in her eyes as she said it, washed away all my worries. In that collar it was hard for her to twist her head to the side to kiss me as my Dad-I could think that without wanting to puke-piledrove her, so I nuzzled her earlobe and thumbed her nipples. 

"Oh Danny, fuck me, fuck me!" Bridget shrieked, her blue eyes swiveling to look at me. It was like I was the one screwing her brains out. Dad may have had his cock inside Bridget's pussy, but I'd found my way into her head. I wouldn't trade with him, not for anything in the world.

"Do you like that?" I whispered in her ear.

"Oh, baby, yeah!"

"You like feeling me fill you up?"

"I like feeling that big cock slide in and out of me!" She looked between her legs, or where her legs would be if she could see them. "In and out, faster, and faster, and FASTER!" She twisted her head and kissed me again, our tongues curling around each other. We kissed with our eyes opened, and Bridget whispered, "I can't believe how good you make me feel." 

From the other side of the screen I could hear, "Hmph, urrrph, UURRRPH!" The bed felt like it was the epicenter of an earthquake. Bridget shrieked louder and louder, and the muffled groans on the other side of the curtain peaked, then peaked again, growing louder and more desperate every second. 

"Come in me," Bridget panted. "Danny, please, come in me, come inside me!" I was getting so excited fucking Bridget by proxy that I thought I might do just that. My fingers caressed her breasts and even if I couldn't see it I knew my cockhead was dark purple with excitement. All it would take would be Elaine's slippery hand, or her soft lips, or her warm pussy, and I would pop like an uncorked bottle of champagne. As Bridget thrashed about the bed and my father labored on the other side of the curtain and huffed and gurgled, I waited for that moment when my throbbing penis would finally get the relief I craved. 

It didn't happen. Bridget raised herself up on her elbow, a rivulet of sweat running down her cleavage, and let out a long, "Ooooooh!". The relentless creaking of the bed stopped, and with one savage thrust my father made Bridget's breasts jiggle. "You're coming in me, oh, yes, come in me," she said. Her head lolled back, and her long blonde hair pooled on the pillow. "I can feel it throbbing and twitching inside me." 

The room fell silent. The bed rocked slightly as my father-I still couldn't believe it-rocked back and extracted his penis from inside Bridget's pussy. She let out a disappointed groan as they uncoupled, and I heard footsteps and the door open and shut. 

Bridget squeezed my hand and said, "That was incredible."

"It was?"

"Incredible." She touched my hand. "When we were kissing...I thought I was going to pass out. My toes curled up."

Getting boned by my dad was fine. Me kissing her was what made her swoon. I felt lightheaded myself. There was one of those moments, fraught with importance, where you're supposed to say something important and meaningful. I wet my lips, swallowed hard, and felt Bridget's blue eyes burning into mine. I leaned forward and whispered, "I..."

Elaine pulled the curtain back. "Was that nice, honey?" she asked, preventing me from telling Bridget that I was in love with her. 

"Yes, it was so nice I think I'm going to faint," Bridget sighed. "Was that the lesson?"

Before Elaine could answer I said, "I've learned my lesson too," I said, the fear rising as I realized my turn might be next.

"And what lesson is that?" Elaine asked.

"Uh, uh, kinky is as kinky does?"

"No," Elaine purred. "Don't worry, I'll explain it all to you when we're done."

"We?" I asked, but Elaine ignored me and walked out of our line of sight. I heard a drawer open and shut, and I saw Elaine's shadow peek around the edge of the black shroud. She said, "Do you see this, honey?"

I almost said "No". But of course the question wasn't directed at me. Bridget said, "Elaine, please, don't use that on me."

"Use what?" I said with an audible gulp.

Elaine giggled. "Honey, we're going to use it on Danny."

Bridget's shoulders sagged with relief. "Oh, thank God."

"What? What is it?" I was almost shrieking.

Elaine's hand reached out and caressed Bridget's cheek. "And you're going to help us."

Elaine moved back behind the curtain. "Please, what is it?" I asked Bridget. I was terrified and I knew it showed in my eyes. In perfect unison, Bridget and Elaine said, "Relax, Danny."

Relax. I'm chained to the wall, I'm naked in bed next to the most beautiful girl in the world, and a sexy older woman in a leather corset is about to interfere with me sexually. "I'm not going to relax!" I screamed. "I'm going to be really goddam tense until you tell me what you're going to do!"

The door opened, and I heard footfalls entering the room. To my mind, there were two people joining us. Mom and Dad? No, they wouldn't leave the room and come back in. "Who's there?" I called out. There was no answer. 

"Just relax, Danny," Elaine's soothing voice filled the room. 

"Relax," Bridget whispered, startling me. Her tongue gently probed my ear, and then her lips closed around my earlobe. "Believe me, it'll be easier if you relax."

It was obvious no one was going to tell me what was going to happen. I just had to lie there, chained up like a dog, my erect cock hanging out there totally exposed, and wait for the ordeal to begin. But to be honest, I was getting used to shit like this. I gritted my teeth, swallowed hard, and I said, a bit too loudly, "Don't you worry, I'm relaxed."

And then I heard it, I heard it and I knew what I was in for. I was fucked, every which way. 



Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 14



We all go through moments of great duress, and when those portentous moments arrive we'd like to think that we'd handle ourselves with calm, poise, aplomb. There have been trying times in my life when I've been cool as the proverbial cucumber, and I'd like to think that more often than not, when the chips are on the line, I can take whatever life dishes out.

But it's a lot harder to behave like a hero when you're wearing a dog collar. And when you're chained to a bedpost and, behind a thick black curtain, your legs are held wide apart by two sets of hands and a third person is lubricating your anus with a cool jelly. And I speak from experience, because that's the position I found myself in the day Elaine decided to teach Bridget and me a lesson. At the time I didn't know what that lesson was. Bridget and I were lying on the bed, the lower halves of our bodies hidden from view by a black shroud that bisected the bed. The blonde goddess beside me had just had her pussy eaten and then fucked by, I was almost positive, my parents. And now it was my turn. Two other people had joined Elaine on the other side of the curtain, and I would have bet the farm that the latest interlopers were Bridget's mother and father. 

But I wasn't too concerned about them. No, what I was concerned about were the soft fingers probing my rectum, slowly pushing deeper and deeper, the slippery gel filling my anus and getting me nice and pliant for...what? Bridget had seen the implement and had nearly burst into tears, until she learned it was to be pointed in my direction. I lay there and felt my cock getting harder and harder despite myself, and I decided it was time to find out if my worst fears were about to come true.

"The object Elaine showed you," I said to Bridget. "Was it...uhhh!" Elaine had just put her finger up to the second knuckle up my chute. I licked my lips and said, "It was a dildo, yes?"

"Mm-hmm," she murmured, her tongue playing with the curves inside my ear.

"OK." It was hard to concentrate with Bridget's tongue and Elaine's fingers, but I managed to stay focused. "This dildo, was it very long?"

"Very."

"Very thin? Thin as a breadstick?"

She nipped at my earlobe. "Thin as a pencil."

Oh, God. "It looks like it's made of steel?"

"I think it is made of steel," she said, and took my earlobe in her teeth and hung on.

Elaine withdrew her fingers from me. "Was the tip a lot bigger?" I asked, the panic rising. "Was the tip like a bean at the end, not huge, but a lot bigger than the...oh...ohhhhhhhh."

There was no need for Bridget to answer. I could feel the grape-sized head of the vibrator probing my sphincter, and I started trembling as my rectum accommodated this latest invasion. Elaine had used this infernal device on me once before, when she and I first started our very odd friendship. The item had a long cord and a circular dial that could raise the level of vibration on a scale of one to ten. Elaine only brought me to level five, and that had been enough to reduce me to a puddle of blabbering sexual need, alternately begging for mercy and for more. During that one experience with this toy-from-Hades I had an orgasm so intense I thought I might be having a stroke. What would happen with Bridget lying nude and glowing with post-coital bliss next to me, God only knew.

Now, as Elaine slowly, slowly, SLOWLY fed every inch, every goddammed millimeter of that implacable hardness inside me, I realized that she was going to let the nubile young beauty lying nude next to me play with the controls. I was in big trouble. I flexed my neck and the dog collar held me fast. I was in big, big trouble.

My legs were freed, the dildo doing a good enough job at keeping my legs spread open. The springs creaked as the three people on the other side slid off the bed, and presently Elaine appeared on our side of the curtain. She held the simple switch in her hand. "Remember this, darling?" she said to me, showing her teeth as she smiled. "You do, don't you? You remember how I tormented you, you remember how I broke you, utterly, with just a flick of this switch?" She showed me that evil black chunk of plastic and wires, and then she put it in Bridget's outstretched hand.

Elaine pointed at the numbers written on the dial. "Work him slowly, darling. Start low, and gradually work your way up. Gradually, slowly, take your time. We'll keep him occupied on the other side." She touched Bridget's arm. "But don't go above seven, at least not without warning me. I don't want Danny to have a heart attack."

"Could it hurt him?" Bridget asked with heart-melting concern.

Elaine laughed. "Danny is one of those fortunate men whose ass is an intense erogenous zone. Why don't we ask him?" She looked at me. "Danny, will the vibrator hurt you?"

"It'll drive me crazy, please, don't..."

"Answer the question, honey. Will it hurt you?"

I swallowed hard. "No. Yes." I swallowed again. "No."

"Do you want me to pull it out of your ass?"

"No. Wait, yes. Wait..."

"Do you want our guest to give you an oily handjob while Bridget puts you through your paces?"

"Oh, God," I bleated. "Please..." I didn't know if I was about to say "let me go" or "get started". I said, "Elaine, who else is in the room?"

She answered me by pulling the curtain in front of her. "Bridget, go ahead darling. Take him to level one."

Bridget looked at me. "Elaine, I don't know, he looks so scared."

Elaine's voice was still soft and gentle. "Bridget, turn the switch to level one, or I'll yank it out of Danny and stick it right between your beautiful cheeks."

CLICK. No fanfare. And just like that, gentle waves of warmth radiated from a tiny point inside my body. I closed my eyes and sighed.

"Does that feel good?" Bridget asked.

"Ohhh, yeah."

"Then why are you so freaked out?"

"Bridget," Elaine called out. "Level two, please."

Click. The waves came faster now, and warmer, and they seemed to resonate in my testicles. "It feels good now," I breathed, "but when it gets to higher numbers, it becomes too much and I can't handle..."

Click! Unbidden, Bridget ratcheted up the vibrator. The devilish grin she showed me would have been so endearing if I hadn't just broken out in a cold sweat. "How's that, Danny?" Bridget said, nuzzling my ear.

"It's good," I groaned, my hips thrusting now on their own accord, my cock desperate for friction that wasn't there. I thought I was supposed to be getting a handjob, I wanted to say, but I was afraid that penile stimulation might make me go crazy.

A theory I got to test five seconds later. The bed shifted as another body joined us, and the unseen person snuggled tight between my legs. I felt a silky drip-drip-drip on the head of my cock was anointed with oil, rivulets of lubricating liquid running down my hard, muscular shaft, and I had to wait for an eternity until, at last, warm fingers closed around my dick and made a slow circuit of my organ, from head to root and back again.

"UHHHH!" I groaned. 

"What?" Bridget asked, startled. 

"Elaine's jacking me off!"

"No, I'm not," Elaine voice came from the side of the bed. There was another sound, a soft "thwack-thwack-thwack", and it occurred to me that Elaine was busy herself. I couldn't see through the curtain, of course, but I was pretty sure that if it suddenly fell away, I would see Julia's long-nailed fingers pumping me, while Elaine masturbated Mr. Landau. Bridget's father was a voyeur, and watching his wife jack-off my huge prick was probably a spectacle he couldn't pass up. 

Whoever it was on the other side of the curtain, she knew what she was doing. She pumped me slowly but very, very steady, patiently gliding all the way to the very tip of my glans and then all the way down to my balls. Up and down, up and down, UP AND DOWN, while that humming knob in my rectum gave no signs of fatigue. 

"I don't know why he made such a fuss," Bridget said, obviously disappointed. "He loves it."

"I..." I licked my lips again. "I don't like getting chained up like a dog while some stranger jerks me off while my prom date reams me with a vibrator."

"Bullshit," Bridget said, a huge smile illuminating her beautiful face. "You fucking love it. You'd love it even more if I had you down on all fours and I was fucking you up the ass with a strap-on." She leaned close and I could feel her breath in my ear as she whispered, "You'd love that wouldn't you, looking over your shoulder and seeing me there, my hands on your hips, fucking you, fucking your ass with a dildo, feeling it slide in and out of your ass, pounding you..." She took my chin in her hand and jerked me around to look at her. "Wouldn't you?!"

The image in my mind, of this Venus molesting me with a strap-on was so terrible, and so exquisite, that I kept my eyes shut tight, both so I wouldn't have to look at her and so the picture in my mind's eye wouldn't fade. It wasn't until she flicked the switch and brought me to level five that my eyes popped open with an audible "snap!". 

"Oh, oh...yes!" I moaned. The fingers gripping my cock had actually slowed a bit, to keep me from popping off.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me!"

Bridget's grin was ear-to-ear. "Fuck you where, Danny?"

I couldn't bring myself to say it. And, then, click! Level six. It felt like my insides were melting and were being whipped by a blender. "Fucking me in the ass!" I sobbed.

"You want me to fuck you in the ass?" Bridget said triumphantly.

"Yessssss!"

"Do you want to fuck me, Danny? Do you want to put your big cock inside my pussy and make me scream like you're screaming now?"

"Yes!" I yelled, not afraid to look at her now. "Yes, I want to make you SCREAM! I want to make you feel so good you call out my name over and over and over again!"

I was a cringing, twitching wreck by now, the relentlessly vibrating dildo exciting my prostate and the slick fingers twisting around my pole had my almost crawling out of my skin, but even in this state I could tell how excited Bridget was. The hands that held the switch were trembling. She leaned over and licked my lips with her tongue, and then she did it again, and again, and then I thrust my own tongue into her mouth, and soon we were kissing with as much passion as if we were making love to each other.

The disembodied hand picked up the pace. "Oh, oh, oh my God, I have to come," I pleaded. I almost said, "Julia", but instead I said, "Bridget, please, make me come."

"Not yet!" she said. "Danny, do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, yes, I've told you that a thousand fucking times!"

"Then look at me," she said, her voice pitched higher than usual, "and tell me that you love me."

My jaw trembled. I nearly exhausted my willpower just shaking my head. "I...I won't say that just so I can...uhhhh...ohh...just so I can fuck you."

Click. My whole body was quivering now, the spasms in my cock totally involuntary. The hand pumping me suddenly disappeared, giving me a few moments of torturous relief, but it was quickly replaced by a tight, warm, wet pussy. The woman on the other side of the curtain settled over my towering staff and squat-fucked me while Bridget continued her interrogation. "Danny, I'll fuck you whether you love me or not. But I want to know. Tell me you love me."

The woman fucking me was so HOT between her legs, it could only be Julia, only Bridget's mother could fuck me like this, and the way her pussy hugged my cockskin made my toes curl. I shook my head again. "Turn it off, and I'll talk."

Click. But she wasn't dialing down. Bridget brought me to level 8, instead of giving me the relief I so badly needed. Elaine said, "Bridget, that's enough, you could really hurt him."

"Tell me before you come!" Bridget warned. "Tell me before you come or I'll never speak to you again." There was the slightest tremor in her voice, and for some reason, with all the seismic sensations coursing through my horribly over-stimulated body, that broke through. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. A hot wire shoved directly into the pleasure center of my brain could not have excited me more. Sweat poured down my chest, my lips trembled, my tongue felt like a hockey puck. The pussy engulfing my cock diabolically squeezed me until I couldn't hold back any longer.

"I love you," I said, looking Bridget square in the eye. "I do. I love you."

The thing is, I don't remember coming. Oh, I came. From what Elaine said my semen erupted from my cock like a ruptured fire hydrant, quickly filling the pussy loving my penis and overflowing onto my crotch. It poured out so copiously that she had to soak it up with a half-dozen paper towels. I came to only as Elaine extracted the dildo from my ass and the plump little head popped out through my dilated pucker. 

"Uhh," I moaned. "What happened?" "You told me you loved me," Bridget said, snuggling close. Elaine came around and unsnapped the dog collars, but I was too wasted to rub the tender skin. I looked over at Bridget. "I told you what?"

"You said you loved me," she said, rising up on an elbow. "What, you're taking it back?!"

I let my head sink back onto the pillow. "No, no, I love you. I thought you knew that."

Again she rested her head on my shoulder. "No, I didn't. I hoped so, but I didn't know." She leaned up again, this time to look at Elaine. "Was that the lesson you wanted to teach us?"

"Sort of, yes." Elaine sat down on the bed with us. We were alone in the bedroom, just the three of us. Elaine lifted my arm and gently rested her fingertips on my wrist, taking my pulse. "You'll be fine," she said, I think reassuring herself as much as me.

"What I wanted you to learn," Elaine said, "What I wanted to show you, is how your relationship isn't about more that those," and she pointed at Bridget's face and my dick. "You both have had intense, disorienting sexual experiences, but through it all you kept focusing on each other. What was happening on the other side of that curtain didn't matter, who was doing it to you didn't matter, because you could see each other here and you wanted to share it with each other. Bridget had sex with a very well-endowed man, but it wasn't the size of the dick that excited her, it was the fact that she was in bed with you, Danny, and she imagined it was you. And then Danny endured a most trying ordeal, one Bridget put you through so you would confess your feelings. Now she knows that you do care about her, for more than just her pretty face.

"That's what I wanted you to learn about each other. There is a powerful sexual thrust to your relationship, and that's mostly my fault, for introducing you to my lifestyle. I wanted to show you that there is so much more to you two than your sexual urges. And it's wonderful. I don't want you two to forget that. I love having sex with both of you, but I would trade everything we've done together to have my husband back. Loving him, and being loved by him, was the most wonderful time of my life. And you both know I have a lot of wild times to compare it to." We all smiled at that. Bridget put her arms around Elaine and hugged her tight.

] I was in no condition to hug anyone, but somehow I managed to get myself erect. My body, not my cock. "I think I need to take a shower," I said.

"I think you do too," Elaine agreed. I staggered to the bathroom, turned the spray up high and hot, and climbed in. A few seconds later the door opened and Bridget came in. The glass door slid along its tracks and she joined me in the steamy cloud surrounding my exhausted body. I made room for her and she took the bar of soap in her hand and got a good lather going. She handed me the soap and I did the same as she ran foamy hands all over my shoulders, arms, chest, and back. I didn't say a word as my own soapy hands explored her body, over her stomach, her breasts, the insides of her thighs. Her creamy hands found my cock and gently stroked me until I was painfully erect, my purple head rubbing against her sudsy belly. 

"Could you do it again?" she whispered.

"With you? Yes, I could do it again."

She turned around and opened her legs. I moved in close behind her and my shaft rubbed against the small of her back. I pressed my cock tight against her back and kissed her neck "Not right now," I said. "When we make love, I don't want to be exhausted."

"Please."

I kissed her again. "Soon. I promise."

We dried ourselves, dressed, and said long goodbyes to Elaine. We walked out to our cars, my gait not too comfortable, and I said, "I don't want to go home just yet."

"Either do I."

"Can I buy you an ice-cream cone?" And when she smiled at me, man, it made my heart sing to have this girl smile at me. "That sounds good," she said.

I followed Bridget's taillights to Tastee-Freez. I needed a guide because my brain was elsewhere. I was thinking about the "lesson" Elaine taught us. I guess what Elaine said was true-that we'd learned that sex wasn't everything in a relationship. Under duress, I'd told Bridget what I probably would have told her eventually-that I loved her. Bridget seemed happy about it, so what was the problem.

The problem was actually two problems, and they gnawed at me. The first was that Elaine, and my parents, and Bridget's parents HADN'T learned that lesson, that sex wasn't everything. I believed that Elaine had the best of intentions, but she could have explained things to Bridget and I without the dog collars and dildos. But Elaine liked sex, she liked us, and she loved giving people pleasure. It was her nature.

My parents, and Bridget's parents, on the other hand, we're acting more like sex-crazed teenagers than, well, the sex-crazed teenagers. Maybe sitting on the sexual sidelines for so long had given my parents a feeling that they'd missed out on a lot of fun, and they were trying to make up for the lost time. And Bridget, after all, was so extraordinary that you'd have to be a robot to resist her. So far as Julia and Edward went, well, they obviously had some bugs in their software, and my endowment was making them even crazier than they might normally be. It seemed to me that the "lesson" we'd just learned, for all it's inherent wisdom, had also been about letting these horny older people indulge themselves with our young bodies. There was nothing wrong with this-except for the fact that Bridget and I had been chained to the bed. And that was an issue that I couldn't ignore.

The second problem really hit me hard when I parked my car next to Bridget's and saw her looking at me through her passenger window. She was so beautiful. I was so very much in love with her. I'd just told her that I loved her, and it obviously made her happy. But. And it was a big but. She hadn't reciprocated. She hadn't said she loved me. Usually "I love you too" follows "I love you", and in this case it hadn't. And I didn't know if that was ominous or just an oversight. We got out of our cars and I resolved to clarify the issue.

We walked to the counter and Bridget's brilliant smile never slackened. "What?" I asked.

"You said you loved me."

I rolled my eyes. "Like no one has ever said that to you before."

She shook her head. "No one."

"Come on, you've probably had hundreds of guys say that they loved you."

She took my hand in hers. "But none of them meant it. Not the way you meant it. The other guys just said it because they wanted to fuck me, or because I drove them so crazy that they couldn't help themselves. But you're different. You don't just want to fuck me. I don't drive you crazy. You love me, and all you want is for me to love you too. I know it."

This was an opening if there ever was one. I could have broached the subject right then and there. But she was so open, so vulnerable, that I have to admit that I almost told her right then that I didn't love her, just to see if I could hurt her. The idea that I could hurt this angel of a girl, that with a word I could break her heart was so coldly thrilling that it almost compared to confessing how I felt about her. 




Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 14



But only almost. I said, "I just want to love you, Bridget," and it felt like the world kept spinning while we stood in place. I had to hold her hand tight to keep from falling over. 

Bridget smiled at me. And kept smiling. And didn't stop smiling to say something like, oh, I love you too. I guess I started looking at her too long because she said, "What is it?"

I said "I love you." And Bridget said the worst two words you can hear after you say those three little ones. She said, "I know." 

It was our turn and we ordered twist cones and I paid and we sat down. For a long minute I licked at my cone and tried not to cry. I guess I didn't do a good job of controlling my face because Bridget said, "I know what you want me to say. I know what I'm supposed to say."

"You not supposed to say anything," I said quickly. "You say what you feel, not what you're supposed to say."

She turned sideways and looked at me. "Danny, I do feel something for you. And I've never felt this way toward a boy before. Ever. Am I in love with you? I don't know, I really don't."

"OK." I said.

Her tongue orbited her cone. "I like you. I like talking to you. I like being with you. I didn't think I ever would like you, but I do. You make me laugh." She licked again and her eyes locked on mine. "And I am very attracted to you. Very." Her lips nipped off the tiny summit of ice cream and she said, "I like you so much, and you drive me crazy, and that scares me."

"I scare YOU? How?"

"I've never been so caught up in someone that..." she looked up at the trees for a moment. "I've hurt lots of people, Danny. Guys who liked me, girls who thought they could be my friend. I hurt them because, well, because I could. When you have power like that, it's so hard to keep yourself from using it. I know that makes me a terrible person. I know that I've been a terrible person. And in the time we've spent together, I realize that I shouldn't do that. I have to change. I'm the most popular person in school, and nobody likes me. I'm too old to want to live like that anymore. I want to have friends, real friends." She put her hand on my knee. "I want you to be my friend."

This girl was growing up right before my eyes, she was becoming a woman and it made my heart thump in my chest to see how truly beautiful and wonderful she could be. And I thought back to five minutes before when I was thinking about how delicious it would be to break her heart, and I realized that I had a long, long way to go before I could call myself a man. 

She said, "I'm afraid that you might betray me in some way, and if you did it would hurt me so bad that I just couldn't bear it."

"How could I betray you?"

She shrugged like she didn't know, but she did. She said, "Like, this thing with my mother."

I tried to be nonchalant. "What about her?"

"She wants you. She loves fucking you. I mean, she LOVES it. Even if I told her to stop, she'll keep trying to seduce you. And the thought of you having sex with her, after what's happened between us..." She licked her cone and tried to smile. "If I knew you had sex with my mommy, it would destroy me. I couldn't forgive that."

Now it was my turn to try to smile. I had, of course, probably had sex with Julia this afternoon. Involuntarily, anonymously, but would Bridget excuse that? And I was sure that my mother had allowed Julia to screw me because she didn't want Bridget and I to be together. Again, the supposed adults in this mess were causing most of the problems instead of solving them.

"I promise, I won't have sex with Julia. With your mother. Ever, and I mean ever. I don't want to. I don't want to hurt you. Ever."

She bit into her cone. "You promise?"

"I promise."

We ate in silence a bit longer. I was so ashamed that I couldn't look at her, and Bridget took that as a sign that I was still hurt by her confusion. "I'm not saying that I couldn't love you," she said. "But I need some time, to figure things out a bit." 


I looked at her and smiled. "You can take all the time you need. I just want to spend time with you, that'll make me happy enough."

She smiled with relief. "That'll make me happy too."

We both relaxed and I actually tasted my ice cream. Until Bridget said, "Who do you think it was?"

"Who, what?"

She lowered her voice. "You know. The man who fucked me. The woman who fucked you."

My face felt like plastic. "I don't know. Elaine has lots of swinging friends. I'm sure she could find a few willing to enjoy two nubile bodies."

She laughed. "I don't really care, I'm just curious. I trust Elaine. But when that cock slid inside me, it was such a shock. It was so big, and it felt so good, but it also felt like it was happening outside my body, like it was happening to someone else and I was just watching."

I said, "This might sound weird, but I wonder what normal, humdrum sex is like. Two people who love each other, in their bed, having sex. No toys, no restraints, no audience. The lights off and under the covers. A man and a woman, making love. I've never done that."

"Either have I. It sounds really nice."

"Yeah." We looked at each other for a long, long time. I stood up and said, "I'll walk you to your car." And I did walk her to her car, and as I held the door open she kissed me on the lips. "Say it again," she whispered. 

"I love you," I whispered back.

"Say my name."

I kissed her and said, "I'm in love with you, Bridget Landau."

She fell back in her seat and looked at me in a way that gave me chills. "See you in school tomorrow?"

"Oh, yeah, school. Forget about that some days."

"More important things on your mind?"

"This girl I'm crazy about."

She started her car. "See you at school." I closed her door and watched her drive away. I felt...not better, but less crummy, if that makes sense. It probably doesn't. Nothing much made sense to me then. I was in love with Bridget, who wasn't quite in love with me. Her mother had just fucked me, and my father had just fucked her. My mother was the mastermind behind it all. I just wanted a day with Bridget all to myself, no Elaine, no mamas and papas, just me and the girl I loved. 

Well, maybe the prom would be that day.

I drove home. Mom was watching TV. "Where have you been?" she asked, innocent as you please.

"Getting ice cream with Bridget."

"That sounds nice," she said, with just the faintest hint of sarcasm.

"It was. Where's Dad?"

"He's upstairs asleep."

"Asleep? It's nine o'clock."

"He was tired."

I'll bet he was, I didn't say. "I'm kind of tired too," I said. "Think I'll go to my room and read a bit before I turn in."

"OK, honey. Good night." She lifted her forehead for me to kiss and I went upstairs.

I only lasted 20 minutes before I conked out. The trauma I went through took more out of me that I expected. I woke up around 1AM with an aching asshole and a stage-4 boner. I stroked myself a bit and it felt so good I stroked it a bit more.

I started thinking about me and Bridget in Elaine's shower, how Bridget bent over and offered herself to me. I could have fucked my brains out right then and there, but I didn't. I wanted our first time, our "real" first time, to be perfect.

But at that moment, in the middle of the night, with a raging hard-on, perfection wasn't the issue. I wanted to come. I didn't even remember coming at Elaine's, with that cursed dildo making my hyperventilate. Now I wanted to come, I wanted to explode and release some of the tension of the previous day.

I slid down my bed and got into position. I locked my legs under the headboard and opened wide. I was so excited my abs were more flexible than usual, or at least I was able to push them further. My cockhead fit into my mouth and I started working myself into a frenzy. I licked the head and it made me groan with delight. I kept my mouth capped over my helmet and my tongue moving and I sank into a daze of rapture.

I thought about the shower, Bridget bent over, her golden hair spilling down to the middle of her back, the tips getting dark as they got wet. I imagined grabbing my tool and aiming it at her pussy, aiming myself between her legs, moving close behind her...

And then I imagined Bridget here, in my room, right now, and what it would be like to feel her body next to mine, and to slowly wake her with gentle nudges and kisses, until she rolled on her back and parted her legs, wide enough for me to crawl on top of her and mount her. And then slowly entering her, feeling her moisten as my cock gently pushed inside her, and then thrusting patiently in and out of my wife's vagina, thrusting in and out, as we'd done a thousand times before.

I realized that I was fantasizing about Bridget being my wife. I was fantasizing about being married to Bridget and having quiet, middle-of-the-night married sex, and it thrilled me so sharply that I immediately ejaculated into my mouth. "Ummph, umm, glug," I moaned as I spurted. It was so wonderful, it felt so good, that I didn't notice the crack of faint light coming though the door.

"What are you doing!" Mom hissed from my open door.

My legs jerked free from the headboard. "Nothing."

"NOTHING? I find you twisted like a pretzel with your penis in your mouth and you're doing nothing?"

"Don't you knock?" I hissed. "Don't I get a little privacy?"

"I heard moans, I thought you were having a bad dream or something."

"So you open the door and look inside and just stand there? How long were you watching me?"

Mom didn't say anything for a long time. Once, at her request, I had let her watch me suck myself off, because she's loved it when my father had been able to do that. "I don't do that for your entertainment, Mom. From now on you knock."

"Fine. Were you thinking about that little blonde bitch?"

"You mean Bridget? Yeah, I was. I told her I loved her today."

I could see Mom's silhouette wilt. "You what?"

"I told her I loved her. We're crazy about each other."

Her voice was tired. "You're the crazy one. I keep telling you, she's going to break your heart, she's going to hurt you so bad..."

"You know what? I don't care. Even if she does, it'll have been worth it, to feel this good."

"No, it won't, honey," Mom said. "You say that now, but..." She sighed. "I know you're happy now. And if I knew you'd always be this happy I would give my blessing in a second. But when you're a teenager and the girl of your dreams hurts you, it hurts worse than anything in the world. And I don't want to see her hurt you. That's all."

I got up. "I know, Mom. I hear you. And I appreciate it. But I'm a big boy. I know what I'm doing. Please, just stay out of it. Let me make my own mistakes, if I'm going to make them."

She sighed again. "OK, honey. I can't protect you forever. All right."

I went to hug her, but I was buck naked with a dripping erection and come on my breath, and that is no condition to approach your mother in. I went to the bathroom and washed my groin and brushed my teeth, and as I went back to my room I heard my father's voice from the bedroom saying, "Uh, baby, it's too early for this, uh, uhh, oh, that feels nice, yeaaahhh." Mom was once again fired up after watching me perform autofellatio and was taking it out on Dad. Oh well, a good orgasm helps you sleep. As it did for me that night. I got under the covers, rested my head on the pillow, and went to sleep hearing Bridget's voice in my head, "I love you, Danny, I love you." Maybe it was just a dream, but it was still wonderful to hear. 

I woke up with a start around 3AM, some malevolent nocturnal imp deciding I didn't deserve a full night's sleep. I'd forgotten something, I wasn't quite out of the woods yet. I still had to witness Elaine's sexual encounter with Bridget's father. I'd said I'd do it, and I would. I remembered my promise to Bridget, that I wouldn't fuck her mother, and I had a bad feeling that Julia would be present for this show and might look at us as a possible double-feature. I had to think about that, about the best way to keep that vixen at bay. But that was for tomorrow. Well, actually, that was for a few hours from now. I closed my eyes and imagined Bridget again. But now she wouldn't say, "I love you," in my mind's eye. Now she just kept saying, "Don't fuck my mommy, don't fuck my mommy," and no matter how many times I promised her I wouldn't, she wouldn't believe me. It didn't make for a very restful night.



Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 15



What, exactly, does one wear to an orgy? The obvious answer-nothing but a smile-doesn't work if you have to drive to the event or otherwise be seen in public. And Victoria's Secret wouldn't be in business if it wasn't more erotic to drape the body in soft and flowing garments that can be patiently and easily removed from their panting owner. 

But what you wear also depends if you're a willing participant in the festivities or a sacrificial lamb. And as I drove to Elaine's house to attend this particular bacchanal, I had the feeling that "baa baa baa" was all anyone wanted to hear out of my mouth. Elaine was finally going to have sex with Edward Landau, Teddy to his friends, Bridget's father to me. And I had the ominous feeling that Julia, Bridget's mother, would somehow connive a way to get me and my enormous penis under her control. And as Bridget had expressly forbidden me to have sex with her mother...you see how very, very confusing this whole situation was.

Well, let me confuse it even more. Before I drove to Elaine's I had an errand to run. After school I saw Bridget standing by my car, and, good gracious, was she ever so lovely. A soft pink sweater, a long, gauzy, white skirt, and pink lipstick that made me want to kiss her so bad my knees knocked. When I'd seen her earlier in the day she'd been wearing the sweater but she'd changed her jeans for the skirt, and the lipstick was fresh. "You look fantabulous," I said.

"Thank you," she said, and took my hand and touched her hip to mine. Just that friendly, familiar touch was enough to dump quarts of adrenaline into my bloodstream. She said, "I guess you have plans for tonight."

Meaning the above-referenced orgy. "I won't go near your mother. I'll pop her in the mouth if she comes near me. I'm keeping my pants on and my thoughts pure."

Bridget kissed my cheek, and with her lips an inch from my ear she whispered, "Not if you're thinking about me, I hope."

It took superhuman control not to pull down her skirt, impale her from behind, impregnate her, and then whisk her to a church for a quick wedding. Instead I said, "I'm jealous. I have to go to this stupid orgy, and here you are all dressed up for someone else."

She smiled without a trace of guilt. "I have to visit a...friend of my mother's." She kissed me again, then she looked at me seriously. "I know that you might, um, do some things at Elaine's. Maybe with Elaine, or with someone else." Before I could protest she put her fingertip on my lips. "It's OK, I understand. But not with my mommy. Do you understand that? Not with my mommy."

I loved her so much, I wanted her so much, that a request like "Don't have sex with my mother" seemed all the more ludicrous. "I won't. I promise."

Another soft, warm kiss, and she left me. But before she got to her own car she whirled and said, "Oh! You're tux is ready. Do you have time to pick it up today?"

"Oh, sure," I said. Another smile, all for me, for ME! And the we got in our cars, waved good-bye, and went our separate ways. 

I rode that high all the way home, and then I went inside and saw my mother and I crashed back down to earth. The house was spotlessly clean. And my mother was wearing a striking blue sundress and her hair was perfect and her makeup was perfect and I knew, I KNEW, why Bridget had told me it was all right if I indulged myself a little at Elaine's. Because while I was watching her father give Elaine the fuck she'd waited years to enjoy, Teddy's little girl would be upstairs in bed fooling around with my mother. It was just like the time when I'd hidden under the bed and heard Mom and Bridget licking and sucking and fingering each other. Both dressed up, both made up, both giddy with anticipation at what was to come. 

Told you I'd confuse things even more.

I barely spoke to Mom, other than to tell her she looked nice and I plans for tonight. Plans she undoubtedly knew about, but I wasn't going to speak them aloud. I went upstairs, found the ticket for my tux, and changed into a Polo shirt and shorts. I put two additional items in a plastic bag and took them with me. I said goodbye to Mom, got in my car, and drove off. I looked for Bridget's car lurking on some side street, waiting impatiently for me to leave so it could leap forward and screech to a halt in our driveway, but perhaps she was more clever than I was paranoid. I drove on.

The tux fit as though my body had been constructed to fit inside it. At least that was my impression. I'd never worn something that hung on my body so luxuriously. I looked fantastic. Carlo, the tailor/genius Bridget had taken me to, was a bit concerned because the sleeves were perhaps a sixteenth of an inch too short, and the cuffs broke a millimeter too low, but other than that, as he said, "It will do!"

There was one other area he was concerned with. "Your crotch," he said. "Is there enough room for your, ah, organ?" 

"Yes, plenty."

"Bridget is a beeeautiful girl," he said expansively. "If you get, ah, excited, do you think you might, ah, tear something?"

I guess you have to have these conversations when you're dealing with a master tailor and you happen to be endowed with a freak-cock, but I assured him that I would be fine, and I would return the pants to him without any torn, gaping holes. 

"You are a very lucky young man," Carlo said as I disrobed. "Bridget is an angel, a living angel."

"Yes, she is," I sighed. And then I remembered that my angel probably had her head between my mother's legs at this very moment, and I sighed again.

There was no need to pay him, as Bridget and her father had taken care of it, so I went in the dressing room to change. I brought my plastic bag with me, and Carlo said, "What's that?" He peeked inside, frowned and said, "Are you sure you have enough room in the crotch?"

"Yes, it was very roomy."

His brows shot up. "Not too roomy? Do we need to pull it in, I can..."

"No, the amount of roominess was perfect. I'm not going to pop out and scare anyone. I have these things just to, um, hold things in a bit."

"Ahh!!" Carlo said. "You have date with Bridget and don't want to disgust her with your...ah..."

"Organ."

He grinned. "I understand," he said, not understanding, but I didn't think it mattered much.

What was in the plastic bag? A jock strap. A jock strap and a pair of Jockey shorts. I put on the jock strap, then put the jockeys on over that, and finally pulled on my boxers. Then up came my shorts, and, I have to say, I could have used a bit more roominess. It was a bit snug, but that had to be endured. 

I asked the question before, what does one wear to an orgy? Well, if one doesn't want to participate, and if one especially wants to avoid one person who will probably try VERY hard to get into your pants, well, you make getting into your pants as much of a challenge as possible. Hence the quadruple layers. Girded in my makeshift armor, I got in my car and drove to Elaine's. 

A dozen cars clogged Elaine's driveway and the street. I recognized the Landau's car, as well as cars belonging to several of Elaine's friends. Friends that I had fucked and been fucked by. One of these friends opened the door when I rang the bell. "Well, hello stranger," Crystal said with a leer when she saw me. She gave my cheek a kiss and my groin a squeeze as I said hello. Crystal had once tickle-tortured me with her long fingernails as she rode me, and I felt my constricted cock throb as she caressed my groin "Are you here for the festivities?" she asked.

"Just an innocent bystander."

She tickled my ribs with her long nails. "Oh, baby, there's nothing innocent about you. Not any more."

Crystal had huge, heavy, round breasts, breasts that teasingly swelled from the dark green corset she wore. I suspected everyone would be in their most erotic finery, and Crystal confirmed it. I cupped her juggs in my hands and said, "I wasn't innocent after you got through with me."

She grinned and touched her upper lip with her tongue. "I'm not through with you, Danny. Not by a long shot."

I left her laughing and walked into Elaine's big living room. The furniture had all been removed and a king-sized mattress dominated the floor. The mattress was swathed in ivory satin as luxurious as the lingerie worn by the people in the room. But when I say "people", I should say "women", because everyone milling around the bed was of the fair sex. That was, I thought, a bit ominous. Fifteen sets of eyes locked on me with a mix of lust and curiosity.

A husky voice to my left said, "Danny, so delicious to see you.". It was Julia, her black hair pulled back in a severe ponytail, her luscious body draped with black silk. She kissed me on the cheek and I recoiled inside, afraid of this gorgeous women because of the torments I'd endured at her hands. "Why don't you get something to drink, we'll be starting soon."

The mood in the room was rather odd. There was a definite buzz of anticipation, but a green cloud of envy polluted the air-the main topic of conversation amongst these ladies was about how lucky Elaine was, and why Teddy hadn't chosen HER to fuck. It wasn't mean-spirited, I didn't hear a word against Elaine-though I did hear quite a few against Julia.

Most of the calumny came from three women who were clustered around the table that held the drinks, alcoholic and non. These three had definitely gone for the hard stuff. Unlike the others in the room they weren't dressed for the bedroom, though they all looked fantastic in their short skirts and high heels and $300 blouses. As I poured myself a ginger ale they suddenly halted their conversation, and I could tell that they were staring at me. I turned around and gave them my most winning smile.

All three women were drop-dead gorgeous, I mean world-class beauties. The blonde was perhaps 45, the redhead 35, the brunette halfway through her twenties. The blonde looked at me suspiciously and said, "You seem awfully chummy with Julia.". The other two regarded me with faintly-buzzed antipathy.

I understood perfectly what my audience wanted to hear. "I'm as chummy with Julia as a dog is with a cat. After all she's put me through, well, she's not on my Christmas card list."

I had their attention. "What do you mean?" the redhead asked.

I gave her a conspiratorial smile. "You know the sort of things she's into, right?" They all frowned and nodded. "She tried them on me. It worked for awhile, but I managed to turn the tables on her."

The girl with dark hair was just a few years older than me, but she said, "No offense, but what would that bitch want with a kid like you?"

I smiled. "Since when does Julia need a good reason to be cruel and nasty to someone?"

"That's true," the blonde said. She extended a hand. "I'm Alexandra.". We shook, and then the redhead said, "I'm Marissa," and we repeated the hand-shaking thing. The pretty young girl just said, "Gina" and nodded. Of the three she seemed the most pissed off, and I wondered what they were doing here if they loathed Julia so much. 

Marissa answered that question for me. "We know about what a bitch Julia is. I used to be Teddy's secretary."

"So did I," Alexandra said.

Gina snarled, "I'm his secretary NOW."

"Ah," I said. "It must be a pain to deal with her every day."

"I don't deal with Julia," Gina said. "I hate her. I wish she would die in some kind of accident involving molten steel."

Marissa put her arm around the younger woman. "Julia has treated all of us horribly. She's humiliated us and tortured us and made our lives a living hell."

"That's why she invited us to come here today," Alexandra said. "She wants us to witness this...this...travesty."

I looked at the three miserable faces. "I'm sorry, if she's just doing this to make you miserable, why come at all?"

Marissa's lovely face became a mask of pain. "Can you imagine what it's like, working every day with him, seeing him every day..."

"Smelling his cologne." Alexandra said.

"Watching him move," Gina sighed.

"Every day, every single day, working in close quarters with the most gorgeous man in the world, " Marissa said, "and knowing that he won't touch you because his wife has him under her thumb."

"I worked for him for ten years," Alexandra said, "and I tried to get into his pants every single day. I wore miniskirts cut up to here," she put her hand an inch below her waist. "I didn't wear panties. I wore see-through blouses with no bra. I fucked Teddy's clients, his colleagues, so he would know that I was a slut and great in the sack. I threw myself at him like a teeny-bopper for the star quarterback."

She made a disgusted face. "And he always said the same fucking thing. 'I can't, Julia wouldn't like it'." 

Marissa said, "Not that he'd be cheating on her, or that he couldn't because he was married. She wouldn't like it, end of conversation."

"You worked for Teddy too?" I asked. 

"For ten years."

"That's as long as I could stand it," Alexandra said. "I had to get out."

"So did I," Marissa said.

"I won't make it ten years," Gina said miserably. "Last Tuesday Julia drove Teddy to work. He went in his office and Julia asked to use my makeup mirror. She said, 'I just sucked my husband off and I have his come all over my face. Did I get it all off?'"


Marissa said, "She used to show me the dildos she used to fuck him up the ass. She asked if I wanted to lick and find out what he tasted like." She took a long drink. "I did it," she said, her eyes fixed on the floor.

"What I wouldn't give to get my hands on his body just once," Alexandra said ferociously. "To get my mouth on his cock and show him how much pleasure he missed out on."

"Me too," Marissa said.

"Uh-huh," Gina mumbled before taking another sip. 

I couldn't believe that these three women, these gorgeous, sexy, intelligent women, would let Julia treat them like garbage that way. I thought that until Julia walked in the room, got everyone's attention, and said, "Hello, everyone. You all know my husband?"

And Edward Landau, Teddy to his friends, strode into the room. And I understood. The man was a demigod. He wore a short black robe that showed his muscular legs, and as he slowly slipped the robe off his shoulders it felt like all the air was sucked out of the room. He was beautiful. There was no other way to describe him. Tall and blond, with gentle blue eyes and a body that looked as though it had been forged from steel. I tried to resist the urge to look between his legs, but I couldn't help myself. Even his penis was spectacular-obviously huge even though it now hung flaccid between his legs, with a thick, flared head. I may have been the only person in the room who didn't prefer the sexual attentions of men, but I have to admit that I got butterflies looking at him. 

The women in the room were too moved to even gasp. Alexandra and Marissa and Gina each looked as though they'd been stricken by a thunderbolt. "Have you ever seen Teddy naked?" I asked.

"No," Marissa said.

"Shh!" Alexandra hissed. 

Teddy moved to the mattress on the floor. "Hello, I'm glad you're all here." His glittering eyes moved around the room. "Crystal, how are you?" She giggled. His eyes moved my way, and he said, "Alexandra, Marissa, how wonderful to see you. I'm so glad you came today. And is that Gina there behind you? Hello, darling." The three secretaries smiled girlishly and glowed with delight as Teddy acknowledged them. 

And then he saw me. "Danny, I'm especially glad that you're here. Did you get your tuxedo today/"

"Yes, sir," I said, trying to show respect but not obsequiousness.

"No problems with the fit?"

"No problems, it looks great. Thank you."

He grinned at me and the butterflies returned. "Danny is taking my daughter Bridget to her senior prom. Isn't that wonderful?" Everyone looked at me with polite smiles, and then their eyes returned to Teddy. 

Except for Gina. "You're dating that little blonde bitch? She's as bad as her mother."

"I'm working on that. She's not like that anymore."

She looked disgusted. "She's got her mother's genes. She'll turn out a bitch, just you wait."

Before I could reply Elaine walked into the room, and everyone fell silent. She wore a thin silk robe of pale rose that did little to hide her lush figure. Her heavy breasts swayed as she walked toward the mattress, and I saw to my surprise that she looked nervous. I don't think I'd ever seen Elaine Robinson's poise waver so much as one iota, but the butterflies were aflutter in her belly. It was nice to see, and I smiled, pleased that I was in some way responsible for giving her a present she so obviously desired. 

"I'd like to thank everyone for coming," she said in quiet voice. 

"Like we'd miss this!" Crystal giggled. 

Julia took her husband by the hand and led her to where Elaine stood waiting. Julia smirked and said, "Now, don't fuck him so good you steal him away from me," her tone implying that there was no way on earth any woman could steal her man. It didn't look like Elaine noticed or cared. She was staring at Teddy's body with girlish adoration.

"I've wanted this for so long," Elaine said, reaching a tentative hand toward his muscular body. 

"I have to admit, I have too," Teddy said, a bit more businesslike. "I think we'll both enjoy this very much."

Teddy took Elaine's hands and gently guided them to his slumbering penis, but when she touched him it was Elaine who shuddered with pleasure. She stared at his organ as she fondled him, and every pair of eyes in the room, including mine, were locked on Edward Landau's groin, as Elaine's fingers gently gripped his shaft and stroked him. "Teddy," Elaine whispered, and slowly slid to her knees.

"Not just yet," Bridget's father said, easing Elaine back onto the mattress. "First, I want to taste you. Is that all right?"

Elaine's mouth opened wide and she nodded. Teddy lay her down and slid between Elaine's parted legs. She swallowed hard as Teddy's fingertips stroked her thighs, and he said, "You have beautiful skin, so soft and white..." He lowered his head and his tongue drew a wet line from her ankle to her knee. As though on cue, Elaine's broad nipples tightened and darkened with arousal.

It took Mr. Landau a minute or so to reach Elaine's panting pussy, and I looked up to see that many of the women looking on were rubbing themselves between their legs. A warm hand reached from behind me and I saw long-nailed fingers caress my padded bulge. "I may need your help in a few minutes," Crystal breathed.

"My fingers, or my tongue?" I teased. 

"Your cock, baby. You're big, thick, gorgeous cock."

The three women I'd spoken to earlier turned our way when they heard Crystal talk about me, but then Elaine let out a loud, "OH!" and they turned back to the action on the mattress. Edward Landau was performing oral sex on Elaine and every woman in the room was watching and wishing with all her heart that she could trade places with my redheaded friend.

Elaine was nearly in tears as she stroked Teddy's blond hair. "Oh yes, oh Teddy, I love it, yes, oh..." She closed her eyes and licked her upper lip, but then her eyes sprang open as if she realized that she was missing something worth seeing-the top of Edward Landau's head as it burrowed between her legs. "Oh, oh yes!" Elaine whimpered, and her hips rose up as Mr. Landau's tongue and lips brought her to climax. He lifted her hips and slowly rotated his head back and forth as he licked and sucked at her clitoris. Elaine didn't scream, she barely made any sound at all-but her face was split by a smile so wide I though her jaw was dislocate. 

Teddy let Elaine's hips return to earth. He sat back with his lips and jaw shining from her juices. He smiled peacefully and said, "That was good."

"Yes," Elaine gasped. "Very good."




Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 15



Teddy sat down on the edge of the mattress and stretched out his legs. He tweaked his not-quite-erect penis and said, "Think you might return the favor?"

If I'd said that Elaine would have laughed and made some witty comeback. With Teddy she just moaned and practically leapt to his lap, She grabbed up his cock and thrust it into her mouth with a loud, "MMMMMMMM!!!!!". A woman skilled at fellatio is often described as "able to suck a golf ball through a garden hose", and from the frantic slurping, sucking, and slobbering sounds coming from Elaine's lips and Teddy's crotch I'd bet that Elaine could suck a bowling ball through a swizzle stick. 

It was now that the women watching the scene started to masturbate en masse. Nearly every female in the room had a hand between her legs-though some pairs had each other's hands working them over. Crystal was taking care of herself, her hips slowly undulating as she played with herself. Even Alexandra, Marissa and Gina had abandoned decorum and were frigging themselves, their miniskirts hiked up over their hips. If anything, Teddy's secretaries looked even more intently miserable than the other women.

The room was filled with the sounds of Elaine's sucking mouth and a dozen women sighing and cooing with frustration and pleasure. Mr. Landau caressed Elaine's hair as she devoured his cock, and I waited for him to finally give in to his lust and spear her with his throbbing meat.

I waited, and waited...and waited. We all waited. For five minutes, then ten, then fifteen, Elaine gave Teddy an oral workout that would have exhausted entire roster of the New York Knicks. I saw her use tricks and techniques that would have broken a secret agent trained to resist torture, and I knew from past experience that there was no faulting Elaine's enthusiasm for the job. She sucked cock the way Yo-Yo Ma played cello. 

But Teddy couldn't get an erection. No matter what Elaine did, no matter how hard she tried, and God knows she tried, she couldn't get Teddy hard. "Is there something you want me to do," she asked. 

"No, it feels fantastic. I just...I don't know."

"Do you want me to rim you? Finger your ass?"

"Mmm...maybe." He stood and Elaine slithered behind him and pried apart his buttocks. Her tongue found his asshole and he closed his eyes and grinned. "I like that," he said, and when Elaine started stroking his cock while she rimmed him he gasped. "Oh, that's good, yes.". I knew that Edward Landau was somewhat anally fixated, like yours truly, and I figured that this would do the trick. His cock did seem to thicken somewhat-but soon it had returned to its previous doughy state. 

Elaine pulled back. "I could suck you while Julia rims you," she said desperately.

"I could fuck you in the ass, honey," Julia said. "I could fuck you while you fuck Elaine."

Crystal wasn't about to let an opportunity like this pass her by. "I'll rim you, Teddy. I'll play with your balls."

"No, I will!" another female voice called out, and then everyone in the room was shouting. Except me. And Teddy, who was staring at me with a tired, bemused look in his eye. 

"No, Elaine, I'm sorry. It's not you. I'm just a bit distracted at the moment." He grinned and motioned to me. "Our young friend there has been much on my mind since he, ah, performed for me."

All eyes turned toward me, and I didn't like the attention. Alex, Marissa and Gina looked at me with especial intensity. "Performed?" Alex said. "Performed how?"

"I, uh, um..." I wasn't about to say it, and I didn't have to. "Daniel has a most unusual skill, and I have to admit that ever since he showed me what he can do with his organ I've been most anxious for a repeat performance."

Already I was shaking my head. "No. No, I'm sorry, I'm just here to watch. That was the deal, I'm just a spectator."

"And that's all I intended you to be," Teddy said. "I didn't think I'd have a failing like this, especially with Elaine. I've wanted to have sex with Elaine for years, of course, and never thought that I'd have a problem performing. But perhaps I've gotten a bit eccentric as I've gotten older." He smiled at me again and I couldn't break eye contact with him. "Would you indulge me, Daniel?"

I was shaking my head, until I looked at Elaine. She was looking at me with such a beseeching expression that it about broke my heart. Here was this wonderful woman who had given so much pleasure that I could never repay her, and all she was asking was this tiny favor. "Please, Danny? For me?" 

I sighed. Somehow I knew it would come to this, with me taking off my clothes and women watching me. I said, "Elaine, for you, anything.". I looked around at the hungry eyes going from Teddy to me and back again, and I had a moment of inspiration. "Mr. Landau, we had a deal, and you haven't kept up your end. I understand it's not your fault, exactly, but still," this time I was the one who locked him with my eyes, "you owe me another favor."

He shrugged his shoulders and laughed. "I suppose I do. Name it."

I licked my lips, wondering how far I should push this. I decided to go all the way. "There are fourteen women in this room," I said, and pretended to count them again. "Maybe you think they came here to watch you and Elaine have sex. That's not why they're here. They're here because while you and Elaine do it they'll be thinking what it would be like to be in Elaine's place." I looked around. "Am I right?"

Crystal said, "That's why I'm here."

Another voice said, "I wanted to see how big your cock is."

Another said, "I planned on jumping you if I had half a chance."

Julia looked around, not sure where this was heading and not liking it much. "So, Teddy," I said, using his nickname like the buddies we were, "here's the deal-I'll perform for you, but only..." I paused for effect, "if you promise to have sex at least once with every woman in this room. Not right now, mind you, but in the very near future."

The room fell dead silent. For a long moment no one made a sound. "Oh, God," a husky voice rasped. And then Julia's sharp voice barked, "No! No fucking way!"

"That's the deal. Either you agree to my terms or you'll have to live with the fact that you broke your promise to me."

Julia said, "Honey, I'll get you hard in fifteen seconds and have you blowing your load inside Elaine in thirty."

"But that wasn't the deal, darling," Teddy said to his wife. "I'm supposed to fuck Elaine, not just come in her."

"That's right," Elaine said, warming to the task. "I invited you here as a courtesy, but I could take Teddy up to my bedroom and lock the door and spend all night playing with him."

Julia said, "There is no way I'm going to let you fuck a dozen women because of some silly promise you made."

"Fourteen women," I corrected.

"I don't care if it's one or a hundred! You aren't fucking any other women! Especially," Julia pointed at Alex, Marissa, and Gina, who were positively glowing with delight, "not those three!"

Teddy sighed, looked down at his limp penis, and gently stroked it. He fattened slightly, but only slightly. He sighed again. "Daniel, I agree to your terms."

Bedlam. Julia screaming, Crystal grabbing my face in her hands and kissing me on the lips, followed by a series of hugs and kisses and shrieks in my ear. "All right, I agreed to your terms, now you have to deliver!" Mr. Landau said with a laugh. 

I disengaged myself from the clawing women and stepped to the middle of the room. I took off my shirt and shoes, unbuttoned my shorts and tossed them aside, took off my boxers, my briefs, my jockstrap..."

"You always wear three layers?" a female voice asked. "Stuffing your shorts, honey?"

"I think you'll find Danny doesn't need to," Elaine said. "I think you were just being...careful, weren't you?" She winked at me as though she understood why I'd taken these precautions. 

I nodded, and I pulled down my supporter and showed everyone what was my already erect penis. The usual oohs and ahhs. A few, "Oh Gods". I heard a voice, I think it was Gina, say, "Holy fucking shit". 

I lay down on the floor next to the mattress and measured the distance to the couch. It looked heavy enough to take the strain from my legs and had enough clearance for me to tuck my feet under. I took a deep breath, and then another.

"What's he going to do?" Marissa asked no one in particular.

"Something amazing!" Crystal giggled.

I threw my legs over my head and wedged my feet under the couch. My enormous cockhead filled my face, and I did my trick like the obedient puppy I was. I opened wide and filled my waiting mouth with my meat. 

Bedlam again, Gina again saying, "Holy fucking shit", Crystal saying, "I told you he's amazing". I heard Teddy breathlessly say, "It is amazing..." and then, "Elaine, put me back in your mouth."

Things got a bit confusing here. I slurped and lapped at myself, making lots of wet noises that I hoped would further stimulate Mr. Landau's voyeuristic tendencies. "Mmm..." I groaned as I blew myself.

"Mmm..." Mr. Landau groaned as Elaine blew him. I managed to look to my left and my right. No one was watching me. They stood in rapt attention to what was happening on the mattress. I arched my back painfully and looked between my arced legs, and saw that Mr. Landau was watching me. A man participating in a live-sex show watching...a live sex-show. Very meta. 

And getting very painful. My stomach started to burn, my balls to churn. "Oh, Elaine," Mr. Landau said in his deep voice. "I think I have to fuck you."

"MMM!!! HMMM!!" Elaine groaned, intelligent speech precluded because of the cock in her mouth.

"I think I have to put your legs around my waist and fuck you."

"Mmmmm, mmmmm!"

"I think I need to pull my cock out of that incredible mouth..." an audible "POP", Elaine gasping for breath, the sounds of rustling sheets as Teddy mounted her and then, their voices speaking as one, "Oh, God!!"

I released my hold on my cock and took a sideways look. No one was watching me, all eyes were on Teddy and Elaine. I looked up between my legs, and saw that Teddy was looking down, at Elaine, not at me. He was breathing hard through his mouth, just as I now was because of my exertions. I figured that my work was done, and I unhooked my legs and lay at full stretch on the floor, letting my throbbing abs relax.

Crystal suddenly loomed over my, took my tool in hand, and sat down. Her warm, buttery pussy engulfed my flesh and I sucked in a surprised breath. It felt wonderful to be coupled with her, to feel my penis buried deep inside her, but she wasn't paying much attention to me. She was still staring at Teddy and Elaine, her long-nailed fingers buried between her own legs as she slowly slid up and down my substantial length. "Oh, Teddy, I want you to do me like that, I want to be on my back and you can just pound that beautiful cock in and out of me, in and out..." Her diddling grew more frantic, she sat heavily on my legs and quivered from head to toe, her enormous breasts jiggling from side-to-side as she climaxed. 

I was a bit hurt that Crystal focused her total attention on Mr. Landau, but her pussy felt so good that I decided to forgive her. I was about to grab her hips and start pumping when she suddenly dismounted. I saw Teddy flip Elaine over and begin fucking her doggy-style, Elaine forcing her ass back to meet Teddy's powerful thrusts. I tried to get to a sitting position, but I was immediately knocked prone by another woman who scrambled on top of me. This woman I'd never met before, she was about Crystal's age but slender and with a broad tattoo just above her shapely buttocks. She slowly, slowly slid my cock inside her pussy and let out a throaty moan. "Oh, baby, fuck me!" she shouted. I started to thrust, but then she said, "that's how I love it, Teddy, fuck me like a dog, fuck me from behind, put me on my hands and knees and fuck me like a bitch!" 

She too never stopped looking at Teddy and Elaine as she rode me, and I started to feel a bit miffed. I know that Edward Landau is the epitome of male perfection, and I know these women came to see him in action, but I would have appreciated a "Pardon me", before I was used as a boy toy. A smile and a handshake before the actual coupling would have been nice.

But the social niceties were not observed today. This sexy woman lasted just a minute or so before she squealed and climaxed, calling out Teddy's name a rather ungenerous number of times. She literally slid off me, so exhausted was she from her orgasm, and my penis decoupled from her and sprang up with a stiff wobble. She was so wiped out she lacked the strength to walk, let alone say, "Thank you".

Another hand seized my penis and, once again, I was used as sex toy. This time my molester was Carlie, a woman I'd met once or twice at Elaine's parties but had never fucked because she said she was afraid of my size. Carlie was a cute, pixyish woman of about 35 who weighed maybe 100 pounds. I briefly saw the look of fierce determination as she took my cock in both her hands and squatted over my huge cockhead. 

"I'll fuck you so good, Teddy," she said through gritted teeth, "I'll fuck that big cock so good, I'll make you feel so good, I'm not afraid of that huge cock, I can take that huge...beautiful...cock..." She put her weight on me and she was so wet I slipped all the way inside her. "AAHHHHH!" she gasped. "Oh!" I gasped back. She was incredibly tight, so tight I wondered how on earth I'd ever extract myself from her, but she put her hands on the floor and started fucking me with a pussy so wet and lubed that beads of moisture slid down my shaft and balls. "Oh, Teddy!" she cried out as she came, and came, and came. Her orgasm lasted about 30 seconds, and just as she finished I started peaking. I put my hands on her hips and was about to finish when she stood up. She was so short that I was able to stay inside her by arching my back , but she went up on tiptoes and I popped out. 

I looked to my left, and Elaine was sitting on Teddy's cock, rising and falling, her big breasts cupped in his hands. Her eyes were squeezed shut in a look of pure bliss, the nipples Teddy thumbed were dark red and hard as stones. "Teddy..." she sighed.

"You're going to make me come soon," he groaned, and it was the first time I'd heard Edward Landau's voice betray weakness. Elaine was fucking him with all her skill and enthusiasm and Teddy looked like he was seconds away from coming. 

Elaine said, "Do you want to come in my pussy, or my mouth?"

He pondered the question, his lips moving, not sure. Elaine smiled and said, "Teddy, you'd better decide soon. I can feel you quivering inside me."

The other women moved close around the mattress. Three sets of legs blocked my view and I got up to look. I heard Teddy say, "Your mouth, Elaine. Hurry!"

I'd made it almost to my knees when I was body-blocked back to the floor. Julia knelt on my stomach and pinned me. "It's my turn, stud. My turn to fuck you." I don't know how she did it, but she lifted her ass slightly and slammed her hips back with perfect aim. I impaled her and she bared her teeth. "Now I'm going to teach you a lesson."

"NO!" I started to scream, but Julia shoved a ball-gag in my mouth, a prop she no doubt obtained from Elaine's stash of toys and implements. She pulled the Velcro straps tight and pinned my arms again. I had no leverage against her, not with her weight on my hips and my penis giving her even more purchase against me, but adrenaline and fear gave me strength. I'd promised Bridget I wouldn't fuck her mother. Even though this was totally beyond my control, I felt like I was betraying her. And I wasn't about to let this cruel, vicious woman get the best of me...even if her pussy felt SO good. Even if she was one of the most gorgeous and sexy women on earth, a woman who knew how to please a man, with her pussy, her fingers, her mouth...

"NO!" I gagged. No one heard me, so I thrashed left and right and finally got my right arm free. I reached out to grab her hair but she pulled back and put her fingernails on my belly. "Sit there like a good boy and let me fuck you, or I'll leave my marks all over your body."

I froze. Julia's lips spread in a maniacal smile. She started fucking me again and leaned down to lick my cheeks and forehead. She pulled away and whispered in my ear, "That's right, my daughter would be so upset if she knew you fucked me. What would she do if she saw the scratches my fingernails made, scratches I left behind because you screwed me so good I couldn't help myself?" She drove her hips faster, and she bit my earlobe. "She'd never forgive you, Danny. Never!"

She rose up and bounced up and down my cock. I was getting close to coming, I couldn't help myself. Either could Teddy. "Oh, Elaine, that's it, use your tongue like that, just a little bit more!" Julia looked over and an expression of hatred and jealously flashed in her eyes. She looked back at me and said, "You bastard, because of you my husband is going to fuck all these pathetic sluts. Do you know how angry that makes me? Do you!!" She and I were moving together now, I couldn't help myself, my body HAD to come, and as Teddy said, "Open your mouth, Elaine, I want to come all over your tongue", I blew my load inside Julia. 

I felt my cock spasm and split and that wonderful rushing sensation as my semen spurted inside Julia's body. It felt so fantastic that for a moment I forgot about Bridget's sanction against this very act, forgot about everything except the ecstasy this terrible woman inflicted on me. 

In my orgasmic haze I looked up at Julia and saw her face brighten with delight as my seed flooded her. It was odd, she almost looked happy, perhaps she too was in the middle of coming. But as my penis stopped pulsating her expression totally changed. She glowered at me, bared her teeth again, and she hissed, "Your cock belongs to me!"

She raked my belly with her nails, streaking my skin red, and then she slashed my right hip. I grabbed her wrists and snapped my hips hard left and she tumbled to the floor. "You fucking BITCH!" I screamed, but the ball-gag muffled my voice and no one paid attention. Except Julia, who said, "Let's see you keep out little secret now. You'll never put that beautiful cock inside my daughter. Never. You and you're cock belong to me! No woman can make you feel as good as me, and if you expect me to share my loving husband with these sluts, then your cock belongs to me and me alone!"

I tore off the gag and threw it in the corner. I almost spat on her. "You're sick. You're disgusting. And you know what? That was the last time you'll ever feel my cock inside you." 

She actually quailed, she reached out beseechingly. "You don't mean that, no, darling..." 

I hefted my cock. "Never again, Julia. NEVER."

I ran upstairs to the bathroom and locked myself in. I wiped away the blood and put cold compresses on my wounds. The scratches on my stomach weren't too bad, but the marks on my hip were already fat, swollen lines. I sat on the toilet and prayed that the scratches wouldn't be too noticeable.

I sat there a long time, nearly an hour, thinking. About Bridget. And Julia. And my mother and father, and Elaine...how did my life get so ridiculously complicated? I was pulled in so many directions, love and hate, lust and disgust. Jealousy and desire polluted my relations with those I most wanted to be close to. I loved Bridget, it should make sense that I would want her parents to like me. They liked me all right-to the point of psychosis. I loved my parents, and wanted them to like Bridget. They did-to the same extreme. I just needed to get Bridget alone, away from these meddling adults, long enough to cement the bond that I felt was growing between us. 

There was one adult who I felt I could trust, and she knocked the bathroom door while I was deep in thought. "Danny, are you OK?"




Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 15



I opened the door and asked Elaine, "Is Julia gone?"

She nodded. "Everyone is," she said, and then she saw my tummy and hip. "Oh, Danny."

"I should have snapped her neck."

Elaine reached out and touched me. "Will Bridget be upset if she sees these marks?"

"She might kill me. I promised her I wouldn't have sex with Julia, but I didn't have much choice."

"I'll talk to Bridget, I'll explain everything."

I shook my head. "No, don't, please. I'll heal soon enough, and I don't think Julia will tell Bridget what happened."

Her eyes twinkled. "You just need to keep your pants on around her for the next few days."

"I don't think that'll be too big a problem."

Elaine smiled. "Unfortunately."

I smiled back. "We have the prom in a few days, we'll have a nice time. I just want to spend some time with her. Alone."

"Without her mother and your mother and a certain dirty redhead you're both acquainted with."

I smiled and leaned down and kissed her. "I'd make a huge splash if I walked into the prom with Bridget on one hand and you on the other."

"Ooh, I'd like that. I'd take all those tasty young boys into the bathroom and blow them one by one."

"Would you now?"

She reached down and fondled me. "And then I'd seduce all the girls and eat their virgin pussies and make them scream."

She had me hard now. "You are a dirty redhead," I said, and she slipped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. Watching her give me head reminded me of something. "I forgot to ask, how was Mr. Landau? It sounded like it was the fuck of a lifetime."

She looked up at me. "Do you want the truth?"

"Sure."

"It was disappointing. Really, he was pretty ordinary."

She put me in her mouth again and started sucking on my again. I looked down at her. "Elaine?"

"Mmm-hmm..."

"You're a terrible liar."

She burst out laughing. She got to her feet and took me to the bed and lay down with her legs open for me. "OK, OK, it was absolutely incredible. He's so gorgeous, so beautiful, and he fucked me so good I thought I'd scream."

I said, "You did scream, Elaine," and she took my cock in her hand and guided me inside her. 

"Did I?" she moaned as I thrust slowly in and out. "I was so crazy I didn't even notice everyone watching. I couldn't take my eyes off him."

"The other women couldn't either." I picked up the pace and reached down to suckle her nipple. She put her hand on the back of my head and wrapped her legs around my waist.

"Every woman who was there is your friend for life. They all can't believe that they get to fuck Teddy too. You're the most popular boy in town."

I was getting close, I never could last too long with Elaine. "I'm glad I'm appreciated for something other than my cock."

Elaine smiled and kissed me on the lips. "Can I tell you a secret, Danny?"

I swallowed hard and let my hips out and really started fucking her. "Yes."

"I don't want you telling anyone else."

Ten seconds from liftoff. "Yes!"

"Come closer."

I leaned down. She touched the tip of my nose with her tongue. "Closer..."

"I'm so close, Elaine."

"I know, baby, but closer to me." I leaned down and kissed her fiercely, my climax just seconds away, and Elaine put her lips to my ear and said, "As incredible as Teddy was, you're still the best lover I've ever had."

"Uhhh!!" I moaned as I started to come. "Do you mean that?"

My come flooded her pussy. She closed her eyes and smiled from ear to ear. "Mmm-hmmm".

I kept thrusting, "Oh...oh...oh...". I finally ran out of steam. I collapsed on top of Elaine and she stroked my hair. "You're the best, honey. You're the best because I love you, and you love me, and we both love making each other feel good. And..." she squeezed me with the muscles inside her, "you have the most incredible cock in the world."

I smiled, very pleased by her words. "But my cock is only reason number four?"

She giggled. "Well, maybe reason number five. I didn't even mention your tongue."

I kissed her. "I do love you, Elaine."

"I know, darling. And I love you too."

"I know."

"And I know you love Bridget. And I'll do anything I can to help you. I promise."

I thanked her, and we lay together a few minutes. Elaine said, "The three women you were talking to when I came down? Who were they?"

"Mr. Landau's current and former secretaries."

"Ah, so that explains it."

"Explains what?"

"Why they were so happy about you arranging for Teddy to fuck them. Julia often bragged about how she tormented those poor women. Now they get their revenge on Julia and enjoy Teddy as well."

"I did it mostly to shaft Julia, but I'm glad they're happy too."

She smiled. "Happy isn't the word, darling. The younger girl was nearly in tears. She wanted to see you before she left because she wanted to give you a big hug and kiss."

"Wish I'd known, I would have come down for that."

Elaine tweaked my cock. "Don't you have enough women? Bridget, me, Julia..."

"Don't include Julia in that group."

She stroked my cock. "Just teasing."

She kept stroking me, and I playfully slapped her hands away. "Enough! I have school tomorrow, I have to save my strength."

She let me escape and lay back on the bed, her hair splayed over the pillows and breasts lolling heavily on her ribs. "I guess I'll let you go," she sighed. "After fucking you and Teddy in one day I shouldn't be so greedy."

I dressed and sat on the bed to kiss her goodbye. "I hope I don't get a nasty surprise when I get home."

"What kind of surprise?"

"I'm almost positive Bridget was going to, um, visit my mom while I was here." Elaine looked surprised and a wee bit disappointed, since she lusted for Bridget as fervently as my mother did. I said, "I thought you shouldn't be so greedy."

She laughed. "You're right. But Bridget and your mom...that's probably not a good thing."

"No, it's not," I conceded. "I need to get everything sorted with Bridget and end this nightmare stuff with our parents."

"You do, honey. It's hard enough to love someone without the extracurricular activities going on."

"That's the understatement of the year. Although," I leaned down to kiss her, "if she and I really get together, I think there's a certain dirty redhead we might want to play with, from time to time."

She smiled. "I would like that very much."

"So would we."

We kissed good-bye, and I headed for home. A tough day was at least not made worse by the sight of Bridget's car in the driveway. I brought my tux with me into the house, and I found my mom lying on the couch, fresh out of the shower, wearing a comfy sweatshirt and shorts. She looked pleasantly exhausted.

"Hi, honey," she said dreamily.

"Hi."

"Is that your tuxedo?"

"Uh-huh." I held it up and she looked it over. "It looks really sharp. Why don't you try it on?"

"I don't really feel like it right now. How 'bout tomorrow?"

"Sure, honey." She lay back and I headed upstairs. And I heard her say, "You and Bridget will be the best-looking couple at the prom."

I walked upstairs, hung the tux in my closet, and went into my parent's bedroom. Mom may have showered, but she couldn't fully erase the heavy, erotic smell that permeated the bedroom. I closed my eyes and breathed deep and imagined Bridget's soft voice cooing with delight as my mother's nimble tongue probed between her legs...

I shook my head to erase the image before my eyes. This had to stop, me and Bridget and Mom and Dad and Julia and Teddy. All I wanted was Bridget. She was more than enough for me. Our parents would have to live without our young bodies to amuse and excite them. All I had to do was convince Bridget that I was the only person SHE needed. At times I thought she might really love me...at others I couldn't be sure if Mom wasn't right, that Bridget was just waiting for the right moment to break my heart into a million pieces. I need more time with her. More time alone.

Like at the prom, which loomed on the horizon. The prom. I'd get some answers then.



Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 16



AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, I'm back. And I promise you won't have to wait four years for Chapter 17.

*

The day after the general insanity at Elaine's house I actually had to go to school the next day. And then pretend I was an ordinary high school kid with ordinary high school problems. That, I hasten to say, was not the case. I was going to the prom with Bridget Landau, the most beautiful girl east of the Mississippi. That was good. Bridget, however, had spent the night writhing between the sheets with my mother. That was less good. I'd attended an orgy where Bridget's father had promised to fuck every woman in attendance in exchange for me demonstrating my autofellacial skills, and in a rage Bridget's mother had ruthlessly squat-fucked me and left her nail marks all over my tender flesh. This, after I'd promised Bridget that I wouldn't allow my stupidly huge cock anywhere near her mother's luscious pussy. 

Now that we've recapped the action, you can probably understand why I was a bit distracted on that humid day late in May. There were just two weeks of school left and two days until the prom. I'd already been accepted to college and no matter what happened my grades wouldn't rise or fall that much. To be honest I just wanted school to end, wanted to get past the prom and graduation, and see what the future held.

I actually spent much of that day thinking about that exact subject. The future. I was going away for school, which meant that I would be away from my beloved Elaine, the sexy older woman who had introduced me to just about every sexual delight under the sun. I'd also be away from Elaine's friends, who found my boy-next-door charm and gigantic penis an endless source of delight. And then there was Bridget, who I was pretty sure I loved, and who almost certainly was going to move to L.A. to try to become a singer/actress/whatever. As I sat in class I tried to imagine a scenario where Bridget, a woman of almost diabolical gorgeousness, would be interested in being my long-distance girlfriend while she made the scene in La-La Land. I had trouble imagining that. There was also the unhappy fact that Bridget was perhaps the least-talented singer/actress/whatever in the Western world, and that going to California would doubtless end in bitter disappointment. I also worried that Bridget did not in fact have feelings for me, that she was just acting out some evil scenario concocted by her barking-mad mother, and that I was going to end up getting totally fucked, and not in a good way.

So consider the turmoil inside my head as the final dismissal bell rang and I headed out to the parking lot and my car. My total (and understandable) focus on Bridget had alienated my friends and no one talked or so much as looked at me as I walked across the asphalt. I waited by my car and about a minute later a woman who would've been at home atop Mount Olympus strode up.

Just seeing Bridget made me forget all my troubles. So what if this didn't last? So what, even, if she was a vicious harpy just like her mother. For now, for this particular moment, everything was perfect. No matter what happened in the future, I would trade all the heartbreak in the world for these precious moments of glory. And seeing her look at me, smile, walk up close, and kiss me on the lips...it was truly glorious. 

And then Bridget looked at me in a stern way and said, "Did anything odd happen at Elaine's last night?"

My lower lip trembled a bit. "Um, define 'odd'. There were people having sex and other people watching. So far as that goes it was fairly normal."

"Did anything happen with my Mommy and Daddy?"

Other than her father promising to fuck a dozen or so women and her mother getting volcanically angry about it? "No, not really," I lied. 

She frowned at me. "Really? There was some real tension at home this morning, Mommy seemed really mad about something. Are you sure nothing happened?

"Nothing."

"OK," she said, and I exhaled, thinking I was off the hook. And then Bridget said, "My Daddy still wants to see you today."

Gulp. "Uh...why?"

She cocked her head. "I'm not sure. But he sent me a text about an hour ago and said he wanted to see you. You remember how to get to his office?"

I did and said so. She smiled again and said, "You picked up your tux?"

"I did."

"And?"

"Not to toot my own horn, but I look incredible."

"Carlo is an artist."

"He is," I said, stepping back and sweeping my hands down my body, "But look what he has to work with."

She smiled, snuggled up close, and said, "I know what I have to work with. But I'd rather work on you when you're not wearing anything at all."

I broke out in a sweat. "Let's do that right now, I know an abandoned gas station we could park behind..."

She laughed and said, "Mr. Romantic. No, you have to go see my Daddy."

"You've no idea what he wants?" I asked, and she said, "No, but I can't imagine it's anything bad." Then she froze me with her eyes and said, "Unless something happened last night that you're not telling me."

I thought about how I'd sucked my own cock to arouse her father, how I'd arranged for him to bone every woman in attendance, how his wife had pinned me to the ground and ferociously fucked me in revenge. "Nope," I bleated, and she smiled, kissed me again, and said, "Tell Daddy about your tux, he'll want to know about it". 

*****

Mr. Landau's office was in a corporate park not too far from our school. In fact it had a campus-like feel to it-wide lawns, paths meandering from building to building, and rather a large number of hot, sexy women walking around. Actually, they weren't walking around-they were gathered around the entrance to the building Mr. Landau worked in. And I recognized most of them. They were the women who had been at the orgy last night. The women Teddy Landau had promised to fuck in exchange for me blowing myself. 

They hadn't waited long before they came collecting.

The front door opened and, in frightening unison, the dozen or so women suddenly turned as one and made a break for it. A uniformed security guard quickly shut it behind him and pressed himself hard against the glass. "Ladies, please!" he shouted. "Stay right where you are! I've warned you, I will call the police if you don't behave!"

The threat did little to dissuade the women, who pressed close around him. Very close. Hands started roaming over his body, caressing him, and one woman I was very familiar with, Elaine's friend Crystal, began running her long-nailed fingers up and down the fly of his dark-blue pants.

The security guard was a tall, burly guy in his fifties with forearms like Popeye. But his eyes were filled with terror at this feminine onslaught. "Ladies," he repeated, his voice quavering, "Mr. Landau instructed me to tell you all...that you should go home."

Pandemonium. 

The woman started screaming, shrieking, clawing at the poor man lifted his hands and feebly tried to keep them at bay. One of the shorter women knelt and tried to worm between the guard's legs, and he went up on tiptoes as she buried her head in his crotch and tried to wriggle by. Even from this distance I could see that the poor bastard was in a bad spot. "Ladies!" he yelled, his voice a half-octave higher. "The door is locked! You can't get in!" He stepped aside and let them tug at the door to verify that this was so. Twelve sets of eyes studied the door for a long second...and then twelve sets of eyes slowly turned to look back at the unfortunate guard. It was like watching a dozen hungry hawks give a chipmunk the once over.

The women advanced. He showed some level of animal cunning by backing up until he was against leaning hard against the door. The ladies surrounded him and against I saw Crystal's fingers at work-she popped the bottom button on his pale-blue shirt and her hand disappeared within. Completely surrounded, he still found courage enough to speak. "Mr. Landau said," and here the guard swallowed hard and took a quick breath, "that he won't be able to give each of you the attention she deserves. So he asks that you leave for the night...and call his office tomorrow to make an appointment."

Bedlam again. "No fucking way!" a hysterical woman's voice said. "I'm staying here! I'll sleep in my car if I have to!"

"I'll pitch a tent right here!" another shrieked. "No one is getting ahead of me in line!"

There was more screaming and yelling and the poor security guard winced under the verbal assault. Under the assault of Crystal's fingernails he looked completely discombobulated-it looked like she was running her fingers around his right nipple, and he looked down at her and she looked up at him and the color ran out of his face. No doubt headed for more southern locales. He took another deep breath and said, "Mr. Landau said that he will see the rest of you by appointment only! And that if you do not disperse..." and here Crystal nudged his groin with her knee, and he shuddered, "...if you do not disperse, I'm to call the police!"

There was another minute of him demanding they leave and a dozen women trying everything short of stripping him naked and convening a gang-bang before they gave up. To be honest I'm surprised they DIDN'T try to fuck their way through the door, but chances are their sexual hunger was focused on just one man, and that man was in the eighth-floor corner office. The women sullenly turned away and walked to their cars and I decided it would probably be a good idea if I stayed out of sight. I trotted behind an SUV parked just to my left and waited quietly. It was a good idea...except that the SUV happened to be parked right next to Crystal's car.

She saw me and a smile a thousand miles wide lit up her face. "Oh, baby, you are manna from Heaven," she said.

"Um," I said and she put her hands on my biceps and said, "I don't know why you're here and I don't care. You're coming home with me, right now, and I am going to fuck your brains out. I am going to fuck that gorgeous cock so many times you're gonna be late for school tomorrow."

My penis started to float within my pants but I stayed put. "Believe me, I'd like nothing more than to go back to your place, have you suck my cock, have you sit on me, have those beautiful big boobies bouncing in my hands while you ride me,..."

She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, "Danny, baby..."

"...but Mr. Landau said he wanted to see me. And I shouldn't keep him waiting."

Crystal's nails dug into my arms a bit more, but then she released me. "Will you do me a favor?" she asked, and when I said I'd do anything for her, she said, "Please have him put me at the top of his appointment book for tomorrow? I want to have him when his cock is at full strength. Please?"

"Of course," I said, and she kissed me on the cheek. I turned to go and she said, "Oh, Danny?"

"Yes?"

"Send that security guard to me. He's been here all day and he must be getting off work soon. He's handsome and his cock made a tent out of those slacks. He'll do for now."

"Uh, OK," I said, "I'll ask him." 

She looked disappointed. "Danny, don't ask. Just tell him. Believe me, he'll come. He'll come to me. And then he'll come for me. Inside me. He'll come."

"Uhh," I said, and gave half a thought to ignoring Mr. Landau's summons and testing the suspension of Crystal's car. But I tightened my jaw, nodded, and turned toward the door. 

Which was, of course, locked. I pressed the button and the guard, sitting at a desk and mopping his brow with a hankerchief, jerked bolt upright. When he saw that it was me and not a platoon of shrieking woman in heat he timidly walked toward the door. "What?" he barked.

"I have an appointment to see Mr. Landau? Daniel Payton?"

He looked puzzled. "An...appointment?"

I quickly figured out what he was confused. "Not that kind of an appointment," I said. "I'm dating his daughter, he wanted me to stop buy after school."

That seemed to penetrate his frazzled brain and he said, "Any of those women around?"

"Nope."

He let out a long breath and closed his eyes. "OK," he said, and unlocked the door. He quickly locked it behind me and slumped against the door. "Jesus wept," he moaned. 

"Bad day?" I asked.

He looked at the wall with that thousand-yard stare. "I was on the job for 30 years," he said. "I worked some bad parts of the city, had to shoot a guy one time, got stabbed in the arm once. I arrested drug dealers and murderers and gangsters. But today..." he said, rubbing his eyes. "I thought this was gonna be a cushy job, make a few bucks till I'm ready to retire for good. But those women...if it's gonna be like this..."

"It might get weird from time to time," I said, "but I think you got past the worst of it today."

He let out a deep sigh. "I mean, Mr. Landau's a good-lookin' guy and all, but, Jesus. Those women tried to bull-rush past me this morning. When I stopped them, they started...touching me."

"Uh-huh."

"Touching me all over," he said, obviously uncomfortable and also obviously wishing it hadn't stopped where it had.

"About that," I said. "The woman who was touching you...under your shirt?"

"What? You saw that?" he said, and when I nodded he said, "The blonde with the big ti...with the big, um, bosoms?"

"Yeah, her. Her name's Crystal, she's very nice...and she's waiting out in the parking lot for you."

He blanched. "She's waiting for ME? Why?"

I looked at him, he looked at me, and I shrugged. I didn't have to say it and I really didn't want to. The poor guy looked pole-axed. "I...well...really?" I nodded again and he said, "What do I do?"

That threw me, him asking me for advice. "Well...are you married?" I asked. "If you're married just tell her so and..."

"Nah, divorced for about ten years now," he said. "Hard being a cop's wife. I mean, it's not like I haven't had women since then, but these ladies today were..."

"Crazy."

"Yeah, crazy. But they were also really good-lookin', too. And that blonde one was about the worst...and the best, if you get what I mean." He turned his forearms over and sheepishly showed me a number of long, thin scratches. "Crystal's handiwork," I thought to myself and I nodded sympathetically. "So whaddya I do?" he asked.

"You do what you want. You're an adult, so is she. Like I said, she's very nice. And very pretty, yes?"

"Oh, man, hell yeah. She's gorgeous. I mean...just gorgeous."

"Do what you want. Haven't you earned some fun?"

He looked nervous again. "Yeah. It's just outta left field, y'know? I came to work today expecting a nice, slow, boring day. And then all this happened."

I smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and for the first time noticed the nameplate above his right shirt pocket. "Frank," I said, "Welcome to my world."

I walked to the elevator, pressed "8", and waited. Frank sat there at his desk thinking about it. "You really think it'd be OK?" he asked. 

The elevator doors opened and I said, "I can guarantee it'd be better than OK." And then I stepped inside and let the doors hiss shut.

*****

I figured that Teddy Landau's office would be an oasis of calm compared to the madness I'd found below. That assumption quickly changed when the elevator doors opened and I stepped into the small foyer that led to two tall, glass doors with LANDAU & ASSOCIATES stenciled in thin letters upon them. Something caught my ears' attention before I pushed through the doors...a voice, but I couldn't make out what it was saying. As soon as I opened the doors, however, that became clear.

"UHHHH!! UHHH!!! UHHHH!!" a hoarse woman's voice called out like a mantra. "YEAH!! YEAH!!!!! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!! Oh my GOD, yes, YES! Teddy, yes, keep fucking me, KEEP FUCKING ME!!!!"

The...noise was coming from down the hallway from where I was standing. Right before me was a neatly-appointed desk that probably belonged to Teddy's secretary...who was nowhere to be seen. 

"Um, hello?" I said in a tiny voice. "Anyone...hello? It's...uh...me?"

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME!" a woman called out...only it was a different woman's voice. This one was half-an-octave higher and getting higher with every shriek. "YES! YES! PLOW ME! FILL ME UP! FILL ME UP WITH YOU FUCKING COCK!!!!"

OK then. I sat down on a couch by the desk and picked up a magazine. The Atlantic, to be specific. As the woman down the hall pleaded with Mr. Landau to "DRIVE YOUR COCK DEEPER, DEEPER!!!!" I turned to an article dealing with how European banks were coping with some new EU regulations and was really, really, really getting into the subject when another woman starting moaning like a tigress in heat.

"Oh Teddy, fuck me, FUCK ME! YES! FUCK ME! PULL MY HAIR AND FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME!!! Come in me, PLEASE COME IN ME!!!"

I sat there with the magazine in my trembling hands when my peripheral vision spotted something to my left. My head jerked around...and it was a young woman. She was completely naked except for a pair of high heels, her long black hair was a tangled mess, and the expression on her face was that of someone who'd just endured a prolonged artillery barrage. 

Her eyes seemed to focus, and then...she saw me. She nodded, took a few tottering steps back into the back office, and I faintly heard her say, "He's here."

"Danny!" Mr. Landau said. "You can come on back!!"

"Oh, good," I said under my breath.

Edward Landau's office was what you'd expect for a successful attorney-big mahogany desk, pictures and plaques on the wall, shelves packed with tomes of an intimidating size, magnificent leather furniture. One of the pieces was a long couch, upholstered in buttery burgundy leather, that was so exquisite that I noticed it's beauty despite the three gorgeous women, each wearing nothing but a pair of spike heels, who were draped over it. 

My mind finally moved from the furniture to the women, in particular the luscious vanilla-scoops of their derrieres, each perched high in the air and right there for the taking. And the man doing the taking was at the moment enthusiastically reaming the woman on the far right. Last night Mr. Landau had experienced some difficulty getting a hard-on before he fucked Elaine-he was having no such troubles today. His huge penis was furiously erect and he was driving it over and over with audibly moist strokes into the vagina of a woman writhing in ecstasy.

"Danny," Mr. Landau panted, "I think you remember meeting these ladies last night.. He pointed to the buttocks directly in front of me and said, "That's Gina, my current secretary..." and the dark-haired young woman who'd spotted me lifted her head to give me an exhausted smile, "...and this is Marissa, my former secretary," and the gorgeous thirtysomething redhead lying in the middle arched her back, saw me, and said, "I will do anything for you, anything, you just ask and I'm yours," and then Mr. Landau grabbed the hips of the woman he was fucking and REALLY started to nail her and he said, "And this is Alexandra, my other former secretary" and the elegant blonde who about my mother's age wrenched her head my way and sobbed, "Thank you, thank you so much, I love you!"

Of course I'd met these three women the night before at Elaine's little soiree, and I waved feebly and said, "Yeah, nice to see you all again." Last night they'd been seething because Teddy was about to fuck another woman and it wasn't them. Then I stepped in, got Teddy to agree to bone every female in the room, and now they looked like the three happiest women on Earth. 

Teddy gave Alexandra a few more thrusts before abruptly withdrawing and spearing Marissa from behind. There was an almost simultaneous "No!!!" from Alexandra and "Yes!!!!" from Marissa as Teddy started fucking her.

"I hope you don't mind if we chat while I indulge myself," Teddy said as his hips pumped and Marissa moaned. I couldn't help but look and found that, yes, Marissa was a true redhead. Teddy said, "I think I only have one shot left in me and I want to make this last a bit."




Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 16



"You only came in me once so far," Gina whined and Mr. Landau gave her a playful slap on the ass. "Don't be greedy," he said, and went back to plowing Marissa.

My head was swiveling to-and-fro in unison with Teddy's thrusts and I shook my head to break the rhythm. "So, why did you need to see me?" I asked, all business, wanting to make this surreal interview as brief as possible.

"It's Julia," he said, and the three ladies all made evil faces at the mention of her dread name. Without missing a stroke he said, "She's livid that you got me to agree to pleasure all the women who were in attendance last night. She's already somewhat...passionate where you're concerned. She's a possessive woman, she doesn't like to share. And the fact that she has to share you with Bridget, and that now she has to share me with these other women has driven her a bit over the edge."

"With all due respect," I said, "Julia's already way, way over the edge."

Marissa moaned, "You got that right," and Teddy delivered a stinging slap to her ass. "That's not nice," he said. A druggy smile came over her face and she said, "If I call her a bitch will you spank me again?"

He pulled his penis out of her and held it against his stomach. "Apologize," he barked.

Marissa twisted around and that fast she was close to tears. "Teddy, please."

"I know Julia was cruel to you at times but that's no excuse," he said. "Apologize or you'll never have my cock inside you again."

Now she really WAS in tears. "Teddy, please, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said that, it was wrong, I..."

He reached out and tenderly caressed her face. "Shh," he said, and aimed his angry-red helmet at her pussy. "I know, Julia did some terrible things to you," he cooed. "But that's no reason to say nasty things right now." He slowly entered her and Marissa sucked in a sobbing breath as he buried himself inside her pussy. "Ahh, isn't that better?" he said, and she nodded yes like a contented mare.

He put his fingertips on her hips and started fucking her faster, and faster, and in a few seconds time he had a firm grip on her ass and was screwing her like God's own sex machine. Alexandra and Gina were looking at Marissa with their mouths hanging open and Marissa...well, she was staring at the far wall, but I don't think she was actually seeing anything. 

Mr. Landau took time out from fucking Marissa into a coma to say, "I just wanted to warn you, Julia is on the warpath, and you're her target. Be careful."

"Be careful?" I sputtered. "What's she going to do? And why don't you tell her to get off the warpath? Tell her to be reasonable, for once?"

He shook his head. "Like I said, she's a passionate woman. It's one of the qualities I love best about her. But it also means she can be...volatile."

"VOLATILE?" I said, a bit loud. "She stuck a ball-gag in my mouth last night and practically raped me. When she took my virginity she squatted over me and held my arms down. She's fucked me in the ass against my will. She's threatened me with mayhem on a half-dozen other occasions. And you describe her as 'volatile"?"

"Shh!!" Marissa hissed, because my tirade had slowed Teddy's stroke. "I'm sorry, Danny. I could tell you that I've convinced her to be a good girl, and that's when she'd do something really extraordinary. I know her-she doesn't want you going to the prom with Bridget. She doesn't want to share your cock with anyone else. And she hates the idea of me fucking other women."

"Then don't!" I said, and as one Gina, Marissa and Alexandra said things along the lines of, "Who do you think you are/shut the fuck up/mind your own fucking business!!"

He withdrew from Marissa and tenderly mounted Gina from behind. He eased her long hair over her right shoulder and let his fingertips caress the small of her back as he started thrusting. "Julia and I have been swinging for a long time, but for the last several years I was quite content to just watch," he said. "I liked the idea that Julia was getting fucked by dozens of men, yet she always came back to me. I also liked that she was insanely jealous at the idea of me fucking another woman."

He started fucking Gina faster and he said, "But to be honest, I think it caused a disharmony in our relationship. We should be open, or monogamous, one or the other," he said. "I was monogamous in deed, but not in mind. I love my wife and I am utterly devoted to her," he said, breathing heavy now as he speared the girl who was whimpering and screaming his name, "but I can't deny that I ADORE this."

He blasted away at Gina, whose face was a mask of terrible determination. Teeth bared, eyes squeezed shut, she backed her ass against Teddy's every stroke, so that his thighs slapped against her skin with a loud THWACK! "Oh, my darling, my beautiful baby girl," he moaned, and Marissa and Alexandra scrambled to their feet and crowded around him. Alexandra's fingers played with Teddy's ass and Marissa dipped her tongue into his ear as he moaned and strained and, finally, erupted inside Gina's quivering pussy.

"AHHHH!!!" he groaned with exultation. I was in awe looking at him...in the throes of orgasm, he looked at once both like a demi-god and, well, like a regular guy getting his rocks off. Poor Gina was hyperventilating as his penis pulsed and poured his semen inside her. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh God, oh God, oh God," she cried in a tiny voice. 

The room grew quiet. Teddy unsheathed himself and a copious amount of his come dribbled from Gina's pussy. Alexandra and Marissa dipped their fingers in Teddy's semen as if it was some magic elixir and brought it to their lips. Then they helped their younger associate to her feet, which weren't too steady. 

"Well," I said, looking at the three exhausted women and a satisfied and subdued Edward Landau. "Thanks for the warning about Julia, I'll see about getting a restraining order against her before the prom."

"Oh," Teddy said. "That's something else. Julia signed us up to be chaperones at the prom."

"WHAT?" I fairly screamed. "Are you fucking kidding me? You're fucking kidding me? Tell me you're fucking kidding me??"

He wearily shook his head. "I was as surprised as you."

"I doubt that. Because I am really fucking surprised right now."

"I'm sorry."

"Sir, I need your help, not your sympathy. She's going to ruin the night for us."

"There's no way to know that for sure."

"Want to put money on it?"

He sighed deeply. "Julia wouldn't do anything to embarrass Bridget."

I thought about that, and felt reassured for about five seconds. Then I remembered that Julia let Bridget get up on stage during the talent show and make a flying fool of herself...there's no way even a mother's love could blind Julia to Bridget's utter lack of talent. 

I stuck my hands in my pockets and said, "I guess we'll see how the chips fall." I looked Mr. Landau in the eye and said, "I'm in love with your daughter. I am. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep Julia from ruining that."

He was the one who looked away first. "I'm very happy to hear that. That you love my daughter. And I'll do what I can to restrain Julia."

I thanked him, and on that note I made my exit. "It was nice to see you again," I said to Gina, Marissa, and Alexandra, who were sitting, naked, on the couch, their arms wrapped around each other.

"If you ever want to fuck me..." Marissa said,

"Or me..." Gina continued.

"...you just ask, and I'll be there," Alexandra said. And then all three said, "Thank you, thank you so much."

"Um, yeah. You're...you're welcome." And with that I backed out of the room and fairly ran down the hallway and out to the elevator. 

I needed air. I needed space. I needed a few minutes to think. Or not think. The elevator opened and I marched across the foyer to the front door, noticing that Frank the security guard was gone. I walked out into the dusk and my infernal brain ordered my head to pan left and look for Crystal's car. It was gone. So either Frank had taken her up on her offer...or he hadn't. It wasn't my problem, it wasn't my concern. I pushed them out of my mind and felt tons better.

For about fifteen seconds. I drove around the corner and headed for the exit to the lot...and in the far back corner sat Crystal's car. I braked and took a long look. From the way her car was rocking back and forth, rocking back and forth, rocking back and forth, it seemed that Crystal was badly in need of new shock absorbers. 

"Jesus," I muttered, and put the car in gear. I drove on autopilot for ten minutes before realizing that I'd missed my turnoff. I doubled back, meandered through the backroads to my neighborhood, and turned onto my street. 

And there, sitting in the driveway, was Julia's car.

"Aw, shit," I said. "No, fuck this. I'm not dealing with his now." I stepped on the gas and raced by my house...and then I slammed on the brakes. I sat there, my head on the steering wheel, looking at my home. Where was I gonna go? Why delay the inevitable? Could my interview with Bridget's mother be any stranger than the one I'd just had with her father? I backed up, parked next to Julia, took a moment to screw up my courage, and headed for the front door.

I went inside and heard both my parents' voices. "Don't you DARE threaten him!" my Mom said, and then Dad said, "OK, everyone calm down..."

The door slammed behind me, and all fell silent just up the stairs. And believe me, it was an ominous silence. I walked up the stairs and found my folks sitting on the couch and Julia sitting in a chair. Well, she was sitting in a chair. About two microseconds after she saw me she leapt from her seat and crossed the room in three strides, quite an accomplishment considering the miniskirt and spike heels she was wearing. She reached out for my face with those nails...but by now I was ready for Julia's hysterics. I grabbed her right wrist and yanked her off balance, and this time her heels were a hindrance as she toppled to the floor. I kept a tight hold on her wrist and eased her to the ground, quickly pinning her with my pelvis pressed tight against her own. I seized her left wrist and put my weight on her, and from the look in her eyes I knew I had to hold on for dear life.

"I'm calling the police," Dad said, and almost instantly Mom belayed that order. "No! How on Earth would we explain THIS?" It was a good point, especially with me holding this gorgeous, frothing woman down on the floor.

Julia's rage subsided enough for her to speak. "You bastard, I'll get you!"

"For what? What did I do?"

Which, when I thought about it for a second, was a stupid question. "He's been fucking those bitches all day," Julia seethed. "All DAY!! I tortured those pathetic cows for years because they couldn't have my husband, and now he's plowing them morning, noon and night. Because of YOU!!!"

She struggled and writhed and I held her fast. She kicked her heels into my back and my mother and father each grabbed one of her magnificent gams and kept her from bruising my kidneys. "Turnabout is fair play," I said. "After the hell you've put me through, the hell you've put everyone through, you deserve a taste of your own medicine."

Julia looked at me with black eyes. Her voice lowered and she said, "You think I put you through hell? You have no idea what hell is." She smiled, which chilled me to the bones, and said in a quite calm voice, "Get off of me. I want to leave."

Such was the tone of her voice that we all believed her. Mom and Dad let go of her ankles and I quickly leaned back and released her wrists. With surprising grace Julia got to her feet and ran a hand through her hair. She walked over, picked up her purse, and pulled out a silver tube. "Here's my last offer," Julia said, looking in a side mirror and touching up her lipstick. "I'm going home now. I want you to call my daughter and tell her you aren't going to the prom with her." She twisted the lipstick and put it in her purse. "The idea of you, and my baby...it's disgusting." 

My Mom started to say something but Julia's icy voice cut through. "Then I want you to come to my house and fuck me. I want that giant cock and I want it all for myself. I want my husband to come home to you fucking me. I want my daughter to hear you moaning as I make you come." She wheeled and started for the door. She stopped before me and said, "I want everything to be as it was. My husband and you under my thumb, and my daughter free to date real men."

"Let me say this very slowly," I said, looking her dead in the eye. "That's not going to happen in a million years." She didn't smile-she bared her teeth. "I thought you might say that. We'll see if you change your mind in the next day or so." And with that, she left.

"Jesus," my Dad said. "I still think we should've called the cops."

"No," Mom said, collapsing on the couch. "But that woman is truly deranged."

"For her to think that I'd give in to her threats..." I said, the quaver in my voice showing that I wasn't as calm as I was pretending to be.

"You're going to do one thing Julia demanded," Mom said. "You're going to call that girl and tell her you're not taking her to that dance."

"No way," I said, and before Mom could speak I cut her off and said, "That's not open for debate. I'm taking Bridget to the prom."

"I have to go with your mother on this," Dad said. "There's no telling what Julia will do. I don't think she'd do anything violent..."

"Like claw my eyes out?" I said with a touch of sarcasm. "Stick a dildo up my ass?"

"I think that's about as far as she'd go," Dad said. "She's not the sort to pull a gun or something."

"But still," Mom said. "She's an arrogant, narcissistic lunatic. You need to stay out of her way. "

"I'm going to the prom with Bridget," I said with finality.

Dad said, "Danny, you..." but again Mom interrupted him. "No, no. If that's what he wants to do, we can't stop him. We should trust his judgment." That sounded so reasonable that I was immediately suspicious. But she said nothing further, and then Dad said, "How about we celebrate this nightmarish ordeal by ordering pizza?"

As we tore through a pepperoni pie we talked about a taking a trip in a few weeks to the college I'd decided on. "Where's Bridget going to college?" Mom asked, the only time during the meal when the insanity that had ruled my world for the last few months intruded on our cozy scene. I told her that Bridget wanted to move to California to try her hand at show business, an answer that made my dad cough so hard I thought he'd pass Diet Coke through his nose. 

"Show business?" Mom said. "I remember hearing about her performance at your talent show, she..."

"Was awful. I know. She has no talent whatsoever," I said. "I'm hoping she'll change her mind, maybe go to school somewhere nearby." 

Mom let the subject drop and Dad never picked it up. We ate pizza in domestic tranquility, and it was nice. It was so nice that I actually thought about what my parents said. Maybe I SHOULD back out of taking Bridget to the prom. Maybe I should talk to her about skipping the dance and just spending the day together somewhere far, far away from her mother. And maybe I should stop involving myself in all these sexual hijinks with Elaine's group of swingers. 

All these reasonable thoughts drifted away as I thought back to Mr. Landau fucking his three gorgeous secretaries. And Crystal fondling that petrified security guard. And Bridget kissing me that afternoon. And how I wanted to feed my awakening erection into each of their hot, moist pussies. I couldn't help it, and I excused my lust by reminding myself that I was, after all, a typically horny teenage boy. I was lucky enough to have access to a large number of sexy women and lucky enough to have a big dick that those sexy women lusted for. I didn't have the strength to resist both my sexual urges and the access to luscious women who wanted to indulge those urges.

And that night I was having some urges. My cock thickened in my pants and refused to behave, so I thought I should find a peaceful and pleasant way of relieving the tension. I told my folks I was going to go for a little drive, and that little drive took me to Elaine's house. I wanted to spend a relaxing hour in Elaine's bed, slowly sliding my penis in and out of the familiar folds of her magical pussy. 

I turned the corner to Elaine's street...and there was already a car in the driveway. Bridget's.

"Oh, jeez," I said. Inside, Bridget and Elaine were...what? Talking? About me? Or we're they in Elaine's bed loving each other with their lips, tongues, and whatever toys they chose from Elaine's arsenal of sexual gizmos? 

I pulled out my phone and dialed Elaine's number. The phone rang, and rang, and rang until her machine picked up. I hung up, my question answered. Elaine and Bridget were in the middle of some naked embrace and the urge to join them was overwhelming. Until I considered that if they wanted me there, they would've called me. And they hadn't.

I drove home. I did some distracted homework, opened a book and flipped through the pages without reading, and in time went to bed. Once inside my room I locked the door, took off every stitch of clothing, and lay down on the bed. I stroked my cock until I was hugely erect, my shaft sticking straight out and seeming to defy gravity as it bobbed heavily before me. I reached out, gave it a few feathery tugs, and let out a low moan. I needed release. And despite all those women I'd seen today, women who would gladly join me in the sack, I now had to jerk off just like any other teenager.

Well, not like most teenagers.

I got myself situated, jackknifed my legs over my shoulders, and wedged my feet into my headboard. It was a strain, a real strain, but I was able to get my mouth and cockhead in the same vicinity and went to work. I knew from the day before that I wouldn't be able to stay in this position for long and it became a race to see whether my stomach muscles or my endurance would give out first. I used my tongue, a lot, long sweeping circles around the head and then I'd suck that wet, throbbing helmet into my mouth and tug at it until it felt so good I moaned around my mouthful of meat.

I sucked my cock and used my free hand to awkwardly stroke my shaft as I grew closer to coming. I closed my eyes and really went to work on my glans, trilling my tongue around the tender tip and sucking so hard my cheeks hollowed. It was becoming a terrible strain, I couldn't breathe, my abdominal muscles started to cramp, and I either needed to come or give up and just jack off manually.

It's odd that the mental image that made me blow my load was of Julia. I pictured her lying in my bed with my, her legs resting on my shoulders, while I furiously pounded her pussy. Crazy as she was, she was a gorgeous, sexy woman, and the idea of having sex with her-normal, fun, mutually satisfying sex-cracked my resolve and had me groaning in ecstasy. 

"MMM...MMM...OHHHHHH," I gurgled around my cock as I started to climax. It was at this precise moment that my abs cramped something fierce-the pain was such that I yanked my feet from the headboard, which caused my spasming penis to spring from my mouth. I was showered from crown to navel with gouts of warm semen, and as my cock pulsed and spat the ecstasy washed over me, only to be drowned out by the discomfort in my midsection. The intensity of both pleasure and pain was disorienting-I'd started to come just as I wasn't able to suck or stroke my cock, and without that continuing stimulation my dick had just seemed to go off by itself, which was a bit weird. And then my stomach hurt like hell, along with my hamstrings and calves. "Jesus," I panted, wiping jizz off my face. "How much longer am I gonna be able to do this?"

My head fell back on the pillow. I was utterly exhausted. I consoled myself with the thought that even if there came a day when I couldn't blow myself, there would be plenty of women anxious do to it for me. Then I thought how arrogant that sounded and mentally took the statement back, lest I jinx myself. And these days I felt a bit jinxed. There was too much weird stuff going on. And I had the sinking feeling that the prom was going to be the pinnacle of weirdness. It was with those uneasy thoughts coursing through my mind that I finally drifted off into a fitful sleep.