tensely splayed
crotch. Ammi’s mouth squandered no time whatever in ministering as
directed. The activity begat a sound like an animal
nursing.
“Fuck!” the blonde
grunted. “This guy’s tallywhacker is so big it’s punching my
goddamn stomach!”
All the girls shrieked laughter at the
remark.
Between the sensation of
my organ buried in her bowel and that of Ammi’s tending oration,
the blonde soon became a veritable dervish of flesh as once again
she clenched and shivered, and then was wracked by another clearly
thoroughgoing orgasmic salvo. And though I’ll admit that the much
more precise purchase of the act of sodomy rendered some pleasing
sensations to myself, I was now quite lost in an unfathomable
ennui. Women could be so silly sometimes, could they not? I forced my mind to
focus on the task of letting nature, however contorted, take its
course, and was grateful to then deliver the viscid proof of my own
crisis into the prophylactic.
Finally!
“Fuck,” the blonde moaned
only to sidle over as if narcolyzed. Ammi giggled, wiping her
sheened mouth. “Mister,” she said to me, “you just fucked
five whores to
kingdom come!”
The remark, which I supposed was a
compliment, left me inwardly very weary. “Well, Ammi, ladies. That
was, uh, quite nice but I think I’ll bid my adieu now and repair to
the atrium.” I frowned at the sullied condom on my now-slackening
penis. “But I’d best get rid of this thing first…”
I prepared to remove the
vulgar sheath, but then Ammi reached forward, strangely as if in
alarm. “No, no!” she shrilled. “I’ll take care of that! After all,
it’s, uh… it’s my job,” and with that curious comment, she gingerly
removed the soiled vulcanized barrier.
Then, even more curiously, she held the
thing out, suspended from her fingertips, for all to see, and in an
excited squeal, said, “Girls! Look at this!”
The four other docile women looked at the
unrolled object in what seemed absolute astonishment.
“Can you believe all that jism? ”
Indeed, my expended seed
was quite milkily obvious as it depended at the prophylactic’s tip,
though I couldn’t imagine what the fuss was about. What else would these silly girls expect? I wondered.
“That’s a lot of nut!”
“Shit. Looks like enough
cum for half a dozen guys…”
“Mr. Big Dick is a walking creamery!”
Ammi chuckled her way out of the room,
carrying with her the ridiculous sheath of latex. But in all this
ballyhoo, and in spite of the undeniable attractiveness of my
coarse-mouthed companions, I’d simply had enough. Ah, but I
couldn’t leave just yet, could I?
“Ladies, if I may impose upon you a moment?”
I requested and showed them the photograph of my only sibling.
“This is my sister, Selina Phillips, and I’m most dire to locate
her. Might any of you have seen her about anywhere?”
The question set my heart to racing!
The naked and quite exhausted quattro all
squinted at the photo, registered blank expressions, then shook
their heads no.
Drat! All that tomfoolery for nothing!
I mumbled specious niceties in my departure,
and bound for the door…
“‘Bye, Mr. Big Dick!”
“Yeah! ‘Bye!”
“There goes the cream-wagon!”
“Come back again, please!”
I didn’t waste my breath
in informing them that such a prospect presented a very low order of
probability…
Whew! I thought once back on the stair-hall and finally away from
the dizzy cluster of trollops. More trollops (and likely just as
dizzy) would have to be sought out and questioned about Selina; for
the moment, though, I desperately needed a breather.
Past the stair-hall rail I noticed a
spectacular hanging candelabrum; from there, I looked down and saw
several male patrons loitering about the banquet table, most
seeming to slurp down more of the loathsome oysters. These men had
obviously finished their first sexual assignations and were
affording themselves a break before pursuing another. There was
crotch. Ammi’s mouth squandered no time whatever in ministering as
directed. The activity begat a sound like an animal
nursing.
“Fuck!” the blonde
grunted. “This guy’s tallywhacker is so big it’s punching my
goddamn stomach!”
All the girls shrieked laughter at the
remark.
Between the sensation of
my organ buried in her bowel and that of Ammi’s tending oration,
the blonde soon became a veritable dervish of flesh as once again
she clenched and shivered, and then was wracked by another clearly
thoroughgoing orgasmic salvo. And though I’ll admit that the much
more precise purchase of the act of sodomy rendered some pleasing
sensations to myself, I was now quite lost in an unfathomable
ennui. Women could be so silly sometimes, could they not? I forced my mind to
focus on the task of letting nature, however contorted, take its
course, and was grateful to then deliver the viscid proof of my own
crisis into the prophylactic.
Finally!
“Fuck,” the blonde moaned
only to sidle over as if narcolyzed. Ammi giggled, wiping her
sheened mouth. “Mister,” she said to me, “you just fucked
five whores to
kingdom come!”
The remark, which I supposed was a
compliment, left me inwardly very weary. “Well, Ammi, ladies. That
was, uh, quite nice but I think I’ll bid my adieu now and repair to
the atrium.” I frowned at the sullied condom on my now-slackening
penis. “But I’d best get rid of this thing first…”
I prepared to remove the
vulgar sheath, but then Ammi reached forward, strangely as if in
alarm. “No, no!” she shrilled. “I’ll take care of that! After all,
it’s, uh… it’s my job,” and with that curious comment, she gingerly
removed the soiled vulcanized barrier.
Then, even more curiously, she held the
thing out, suspended from her fingertips, for all to see, and in an
excited squeal, said, “Girls! Look at this!”
The four other docile women looked at the
unrolled object in what seemed absolute astonishment.
“Can you believe all that jism? ”
Indeed, my expended seed
was quite milkily obvious as it depended at the prophylactic’s tip,
though I couldn’t imagine what the fuss was about. What else would these silly girls expect? I wondered.
“That’s a lot of nut!”
“Shit. Looks like enough
cum for half a dozen guys…”
“Mr. Big Dick is a walking creamery!”
Ammi chuckled her way out of the room,
carrying with her the ridiculous sheath of latex. But in all this
ballyhoo, and in spite of the undeniable attractiveness of my
coarse-mouthed companions, I’d simply had enough. Ah, but I
couldn’t leave just yet, could I?
“Ladies, if I may impose upon you a moment?”
I requested and showed them the photograph of my only sibling.
“This is my sister, Selina Phillips, and I’m most dire to locate
her. Might any of you have seen her about anywhere?”
The question set my heart to racing!
The naked and quite exhausted quattro all
squinted at the photo, registered blank expressions, then shook
their heads no.
Drat! All that tomfoolery for nothing!
I mumbled specious niceties in my departure,
and bound for the door…
“‘Bye, Mr. Big Dick!”
“Yeah! ‘Bye!”
“There goes the cream-wagon!”
“Come back again, please!”
I didn’t waste my breath
in informing them that such a prospect presented a very low order of
probability…
Whew! I thought once back on the stair-hall and finally away from
the dizzy cluster of trollops. More trollops (and likely just as
dizzy) would have to be sought out and questioned about Selina; for
the moment, though, I desperately needed a breather.
Past the stair-hall rail I noticed a
spectacular hanging candelabrum; from there, I looked down and saw
several male patrons loitering about the banquet table, most
seeming to slurp down more of the loathsome oysters. These men had
obviously finished their first sexual assignations and were
affording themselves a break before pursuing another. There was
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