Chapter 6
Sprawled out in the depths of an oversized black leather couch, a batch of girlie magazines scattered about me, I sat brooding, hardly hearing the blasting rock music that pounded out of the gigantic hi-fi phonograph (an expensive stereo, color TV, and tape recorder combination). I gazed in lackluster fashion around the luxuriously furnished playroom: the polished mahogany curved bar and soda fountain; championship-sized billiard and ping-pong tables; refrigerator and electric range; a genuine juke box; a large projection area seating fifty, complete with vanishing projector and screen.
I smiled ruefully to myself, thinking about how Oxman and the kids from school would feel if they could see their only genuine graduate "superstar" in reality: married to the "one and only" Miss Violette La Fleur (a well-preserved, but violently jealous old bag); an overnight sensation featured in the entire release of All Starr's costly nudie productions (my "talent" was bringing Violette more profitable deals than ever before, so much so, that no one was allowed to see or talk to her "exhausted" moneymaker); living (imprisoned) in "her" baronial hilltop mansion (alone, except for Violette's trusty spies, Millard and Homer, both enviously waiting for my career to collapse through over-exposure of my expensive carcass).
Bored and tired of playing with my now-famous piece of meat, I was ready and ripe to dump Violette and the whole pornie industry for one fresh, juicy, young piece of ass like Dodie or Mona! My broodings were interrupted by a loud commotion in the entrance hall. It drew closer; then the door opened, and Violette rushed in, followed as usual by Homer and Millard.
"Oh, my beautiful baby!" Violette ran over, throwing her arms around me with exaggerated affection, making with little love pecks all over my face. Homer and Millard glanced at each other knowingly. "Has my big, handsome lover boy been horny for his new bride all this time?" she asked coquettishly, unpinning a large ivory-felt picture hat from her platinum-blonde hair.
"Where the hell have you been anyway?" I asked brusquely. "What do you think I am some kind of a dog that sits around waiting till you decide to come home?"
"My poor gorgeous man of the house! He misses his sweet mommy so much," she cooed with phony sympathy, meanwhile carefully checking her over made-up face in the mirror from her small jeweled handbag. "Please don't talk that way, darling. Pm working my precious ass off for both of us, and I've got to make all that extra dough while you're still hot!"
"I'm hot, all right," I exclaimed, rubbing my crotch. "I could fuck a duck!"
"We've got some terrific news to tell you, Mr. La Fleur-uh, I mean, Prentiss," Homer interrupted, ignoring my horniness and smiling sarcastically.
"Sweetheart, listen to this," Violette exclaimed. "We just came from a preview of your last two flicks-The Long Creamy Trail and Tall, Blonde, and Hung-and they were masterpieces!"
"I hate to admit it, but they are brilliant enough to win the coveted Erotica Grand Prize this year at Oslo," Homer remarked condescendingly, glancing down at the big swell in my jeans.
Violette turned to Homer and corrected him in a businesslike tone. "With my husband's first-rate performance and Mr. King's lushly-mounted production, I don't know why we can't walk off with Best Actor and Best Director, too!" she laughed crazily, rubbing her jeweled hands together till they jingled.
"What the shit are you two drooling about?" I asked, a little irritated since I wasn't even involved in their two-way conversation.
"The International Erotica Film Festival held every year in Norway, of course," Homer replied abruptly, annoyed at my interruption.
"Lover," Violette sighed, speaking slowly like a mother to a child, "it's the modern pornie-cinema event of the year, held in true international style, in a giant pavilion the size of a football field. It's attended by every skin-flick maker and film buff, foreign directors, and scads of buyers and sellers scouting talent for their individual banners." Violette looked off into space, smiling dreamily. She could already see us accepting the multiple awards.
"It's really a 'tres ultra' atmosphere, Prentiss," Homer went on, turning toward me for a minute. "You know, the international jet set, black-tie-and-limousine crowd." He turned back to Violette and began discus sing business again. "Are we going to have an unlisted phone number this time, madame? I do detest those sordid offers of bribes, all that lobbying and back-stabbing just in hopes of getting your official vote."
"Yes, it is a bore," Violette answered dramatically. "Of course, reviewing five hundred nude films in two weeks is rather exhausting."
"Five hundred dirty pictures?" I exclaimed, scratching my lengthy bulge in excitement.
"Yes, it is a revolting number, isn't it?" Homer grinned, glancing down at my moving hand. "I get so sick of it all, I could just puke!"
"That's why I insist that you not see a single soul and simply rest to conserve your precious energies for a big awards ceremony," sexpot," Violette drooled, kissing me on the forehead. "Well, pet, I've got to buzz off in our helicopter to my beauty farm. I've invited five of the lady jurors on the Film Festival Selection Committee to be my guests-a producer, director, playwright, film critic, and press agent. Honey, we've got a lot of competition from all over the world, so you see, I've a lot of wheeling and dealing to do at my goodwill center. Talk to you later, love boy," Violette said as she gave me a hasty open-mouthed kiss.
"Is J-o-d-i meeting you there or what?" Homer enunciated loudly, making sure that I heard correctly.
"Jodi?" I exploded with hatred. "What's that throat-cutting bull dyke got to do with us?"
"Sweetness," Violette explained patiently, "Homer needs an assistant now that all our multimillion-dollar deals are coming to a head at the same time. Besides, I can't drag Homer around an exclusive woman's beauty farm, for Christ's sake!"
"Why not? They wouldn't have anything to worry about," I remarked cattily.
Homer looked over coldly, raised one eyebrow, and pursed his lips. "Shall I ask LeRoy to come in now?" he asked Violette in a poisonous undertone.
"LeRoy?" I questioned, puzzled.
"Oh, haven't you met LeRoy yet?" Homer asked in mock surprise. "Didn't you know Violette has only one living relative? He's the closest thing to her heart-next to you, of course-and he's her twin."
"Twin?" I shouted, flabbergasted.
"That's right," Violette chimed in sweetly. "Yes, beloved, I've got a wonderful surprise for you. Your loneliness hurts me so much that I've brought you some new company-my very own twin brother-the one most dearest thing God left me in this cruel world of dog eat dog." She sighed dramatically. "We're late now, doll. Homer and I must dash, so Millard will introduce you two.
"I'll call you on the hour every hour," she smiled as she blew kisses on her way out. Homer scuttled out close behind her.
"But Violette, what about ... " I called too late. They disappeared through the door.
Millard looked at me and smiled mischievously. "I'll send in your playmate, sir." He started for the door, then stopped short, turned, and for just an instant, sounded completely sincere. "Oh, by the way, pal, for your information, LeRoy could be your key out of this prison!" Then he closed the door, and I was left alone-waiting.
Almost immediately, I heard a shrill high-pitched voice in the hallway. "Where's it at? Where's my big surprise box?" Startled by the aggressive sound, I stood up to receive my "beloved" new brother-in-law. The door flew open and in stepped LeRoy!
I stared, fascinated at how much he looked like Violette, complete with platinum white hair pulled up into a smooth, stiff, and shiny coiffure. His popping eyes, bulging from a heavy, jowly, baby pink face, gazed lustfully down at my protruding fly. I tried to keep a straight face and not laugh at his plump figure squeezed grotesquely into a gaudy mod ensemble. His wrists and hands were be jeweled and glittering, his shoes glistening.
"At last, the gods have touched me," LeRoy swooned happily, as he dashed toward me, his well-manicured hands reaching shamelessly for their predestined target-my prize package ! I gasped in spite of myself as his head rammed with a thud into my stomach. His fingers began busily tearing away at the buttons on my fly. Caught off guard, I fell backward, almost plunging over the top of the couch.
"You old bastard! What the hell do you think you're doing?" I yelled, more startled than angry, as I strained to recover my balance on the tilting sofa.
Ignoring my protest, LeRoy frantically ripped open the last buttonhole, desperately pulling and yanking my dangling penis toward his seeking lips.
"I said, let go-you fuck'n creep!" I ordered, getting really annoyed, holding onto the back of the divan to keep it upright. At the same time with my other free hand, I pounded hard on LeRoy's burrowing head.
Inevitably, the sofa keeled over backward, throwing both of us onto the floor in a heap. My butt had hardly hit bottom before LeRoy's grasping mouth was swallowing my fleshy prick all the way to its thick base, his nose smashing into the hairiness on my belly. The smooth, warm feeling of his moving tongue sent sensuous feelings through my horny shaft.
"Get off, goat head! Didn't you hear me?" I yelled, acting very angry, grabbing his sticky, lacquered hairdo with my fists and pulling upward with all my strength.
LeRoy released his sucking hold, and looked up quizzically. "You're hurting me, you big turd!" he whined unhappily. "You better behave yourself, muttonhead. or I'll let my big sister hear about this." Then he grabbed my rigid hard-on, and went back to Work with gusto.
Really mad now, I raised my two hands and brought them down hard against LeRoy's big pink ears, the palms making a "popping" sound. LeRoy suddenly became very still. He was in obvious pain. And then without warning, he bit down hard on my erect cock still in his mouth. I screamed in agony.
LeRoy pulled away and scrambled backward on his hands and knees, terrified, as he held his ears protectively with his pale soft hands. "You'll pay for that, you oversized numbskull. I guess you still don't realize you're our property now, and you must service us both any time we need it!" he sniveled.
"We'll see about that, you smelly faggot!" I sneered, getting up, and, in spite of the pain in my groin, hobbling over to the telephone. "I'll just call my dear wife and find out what this shit is all about anyway." As I reached for the receiver. I felt the impact of a hard solid object strike against the side of my head and bounce onto the floor. I grabbed my temple, stunned, as I watched the cue ball from the pool table bounce and roll away. I couldn't believe it, but I could see a trickle of blood running down my fingers.
"You better behave yourself, now, young fella, or I'll have to rough you up and throw you out like Dodie," LeRoy threatened, making nervous gestures as he backed up toward the door. "You're only merchandise-a piece of meat for sale-and don't forget it!"
"Why, you perverted fat slob, who in the hell do you think you're talking to-some idiot?" I rushed at him, reaching out for his throat. LeRoy yelped in panic as he reached for the doorknob. I pushed his body against the door, and he slammed into it with a loud crash, his head cracking the paneling and his false teeth popping out of his mouth onto the floor. LeRoy groaned in fright and pain, as I turned the key in the lock and hid it securely in the pocket of my jeans.
As LeRoy looked for some other way to escape, I grabbed him by the back of his sequined jacket, twirled him around, and forced him to drop to his knees between my outspread legs. "You want to eat some joint-well, here's what you've been waiting for. All nine inches, too!" I snarled, pushing his head down onto my rigid "talent" and pumping in and out of his toothless, raw gums in savage lust. LeRoy tried to shove me away as I continued to drive my pleasure-giving staff farther and deeper into his slobbering mouth.
After a couple of minutes, I pulled my pole out. LeRoy gasped for air as his delicate hands clasped his throat. Grabbing the seat of his flimsy trousers, I ripped the material and lifted LeRoy straight up from the ground. As his slacks tore wide open, his white, chunky ass was exposed through the opening.
"So you want to have sex with me, eh?" I smirked, clutching the back of his jacket and forcibly dragging him across the room to the ping-pong table. Holding the back of his coat, and reaching with my other hand underneath his round buttocks, I lifted LeRoy up into the air and tossed him across the top of the table like a sack, his head crashing through the thin net that spanned the center of the table. "Let's start with a little ass," I said wickedly as I hopped on top between his legs. Falling down over his backside, I plunged my glistening penis with a bull's-eye shot straight into his tight anal passage. The pressing walls of his throbbing canal sent thrills through my thrusting hotness.
LeRoy let out a yelp as I pile-drove barbarously into his tiny opening, my belly hitting his backside fiercely. He groaned continuously as I pounded, rocked from side to side, and pushed crazily inward till I felt the very bottom of his being.
Suddenly, the violent motion from my gyrating body sent the flimsy ping-pong table swaying from side to side, till it careened over and fell to the floor in one loud crash! LeRoy screamed in fright as the full weight of my muscular carcass landed on his back, my enormous peter almost splitting his plump cheeks in two.
I was beginning to laugh at the insanity of it all when I felt a firm hand grasp the top of my thick, blond hair ruthlessly and yank my head back. Then my right arm was pulled behind me and shoved back and up till I gasped in excruciating pain. Moaning, I barely managed to look around to see who my attacker was. It was Millard! He must have had another key.
LeRoy laughed with relief as he saw Millard, then wrestled himself free from my monstrosity. My slippery cockhead. shiny and pink, fell still throbbing from his drooling asshole.
"Bring him over here!" LeRoy ordered through his toothless gums, rubbing his sore rump, picking up his lost choppers, and heading for the billiard table. "We could have made beautiful music together, stud, but you're just as stubborn as Dodie, I see," he mumbled, putting his false teeth back into his puckered mouth.
Unable to get loose from his determined grip, I knew Millard meant business. He dragged me across to the green-topped table and bent me forcibly over the edge, until my head hit the tabletop. A sharp pain shot right through one eyeball.
"Wait'll my dear sister hears that her degenerate groom tried to rape her sweet, innocent baby brother," LeRoy remarked slyly. Then, turning to Millard, his voice became steely. "I want your belt," he exclaimed, as he unfastened it from the young chauffeur's uniform. I groaned in agony, as Millard tightened his grip on the arm he held behind my back, not knowing what was to follow. LeRoy began yanking my jeans down my hairy thighs. As he struggled to pull them over my loafers, I kicked out blindly into midair and accidentally hit LeRoy in the head.
"Oooooooh, you dirty tramp!" LeRoy gasped.
"Now you've done it! You've really fucked yourself, and screwed up your future for good this time!" Millard grimaced as the hand holding my hair banged my head up and down ruthlessly on the board. My one eyeball seemed to be swelling up bigger than ever.
"Hold that hustler steady!" LeRoy commanded madly. I braced myself for the unknown. "I could have you put away forever for this outrageous act of sexual perversion, but I think I'll just give you something to remember me by, first!" With that, I heard a "swish" in the air and the hard lash of the stinging leather belt wrapped around my buttocks, the tip of it swinging around and biting into my still rigid rod. I almost fainted with the pain of the unaccustomed sensation against my bare skin, but LeRoy kept strapping me wildly, as if he'd gone crazy. He went on and on, laughing hysterically to himself.
At last he stopped, and I lay still, the stinging pain from the belt strokes competing with the pain from Millard's grip pushing my arm against my back. I couldn't believe what was happening, as my mind wanted to black out everything. Then I felt fingers spreading my behind, and one long finger pushing ruthlessly into the dry, contracted opening of my anus. I choked as the pain arrowed throughout my posterior. Mil lard pushed his arm against my back even harder, and I braced myself for what I knew was coming.
"Now, how about a little fuck from me?" I heard LeRoy whisper, giggling, as he thrust his little prick, dripping with a glob of his own saliva, into my asshole, jabbing in and out frantically, his soft, moist hands moving up and down my lean hips. I sobbed in chagrin at the thought that this pudgy old queen was the first one to pierce my virgin hole. I writhed and squirmed, trying to get away from the hurt of his solid, round organ pumping unrestrained up my rear with unbelievable zest.
"Oooooh, what a tight one," LeRoy moaned deliciously. "I could come right now, but I think I'll save it for your mouth." With that, LeRoy withdrew his dick abruptly. The throbbing pain of his forced entry still smarted inside.
"Can I get my nuts off too, boss?" Millard pleaded excitedly. "I'd like to be in on the end of this 'success story."
"Be my guest, and let it all hang out!" LeRoy proclaimed in glee, unzipping Millard's trousers for him and pulling out the stiffness. "I want to see his expensive ass bleed before we're through with him," LeRoy laughed, diving underneath the billiard table. "You go ahead, because I want to fin ish off this Ail-American red-blooded living dildo." Without further ado, LeRoy swallowed my still aching colossal pillar, his hands screwing and twisting the round, thick base roughly.
At the same time, Millard pushed his fat member lustfully into my just ravished tunnel, his half-nelson hold still in full force on the numb arm behind my back. His impatient instrument, much bigger than LeRoy's, forced its way through my protesting passage. I shut my eyes, half dazed, as a combination of pain and pleasure swept throughout my quivering body. I could visualize Millard gleefully humping me with mighty upward thrusts, while down between my legs, LeRoy's greedy lips worked back and forth, his tongue lashing wildly around, until the pressure from Millard's driving cocktip sparked an unbelievable flow of pain and ecstasy from my head to my toes.
"God, what a delicious one," Millard sighed in a delirium of passion, as he finally let go of my head and twisted arm, concentrating completely on gratifying himself with his utterly abandoned pounding of my ravished buttocks. "This is too good to be true-beautiful!"
Slowly, and in agony, I let my numb arm slide down, the flow of blood finally beginning to bring it back into tingling life. I sighed in relief and closed my eyes to shut out the whole crazy experience.
Gritting my teeth, I braced myself against the edge of the table, and with all my strength, I knee jerked upward into LeRoy's bobbing head! After one long groan, he collapsed. I could feel his warm, moist mouth slowly slipping off my palpitating cockhead.
Millard stopped plowing into my shuddering rump when he heard LeRoy's outcry. Apprehensive of the silence that followed, he pulled away from my violated bottom and crawled underneath the game table to check up on his master. "Sir, are you all right?" he asked anxiously.
Free from the painful front and rear ravishment, I noticed that Millard was completely absorbed down below. Now was my chance, so I grabbed my trousers and made a dash for the doorway, digging into the jeans pocket, pulling out the key and locking the door behind me.
Half nude, I raced down the hallway toward the master bedroom, my massive pride and joy and heavy balls swinging freely before me. I knew I had only a few minutes of freedom to get my Jaguar ignition keys and, most important, the ten grand Violette had given me as a wedding present. I had stashed it underneath one of her biggest gold trophies, in a fat wad of bills.
Dashing through the bedroom door, I grabbed the trophy from a cluttered table and untaped the roll of bills from the underside. Clutching the haul tightly in one hand, I threw the cup aside onto the thick white carpeting.
"Oh, shit, where'd you come from?" I heard a deep, female voice exclaim in disappointment behind me. It was Jodi! I stood frozen, trying to hide the money from her scrutiny. "For heaven's sake, don't you ever put on any clothes?" she complained as she walked toward me. "Listen, I forget whether Violette told me to meet her here or at the helicopter port, so...." Just then, she gasped as her eyes focused on my swollen eyeball and the bleeding gash on my head. Next, she took in the roll of greenbacks I was clutching guiltily. Her eyes finally rested on my dangling thickly-veined monstrosity.
"What happened to you, buster? Boy, what a lot of dough. I thought LeRoy was LeRoy!" Jodi's face lit up as she put two and two together. She looked a little frightened now as she started backing away from me toward the doorway.
"Where do you think you're going?" I snarled threateningly, as I ran around her, blocking her exit by slamming the door, locking it, then dropping the key into the jeans I held in my hand. "Just be a nice girl now and march over to the bathroom. I need you out of the way for a couple of sees," I ordered with a no-monkey-business tone of voice. "I haven't any time for questions, so get moving!"
"If you've done something to harm LeRoy, I don't blame you for not wanting to hassle with Violette in person!" Jodi shook her head defiantly and sauntered toward the powder room.
Following close behind her, I was completely taken by surprise when she whirled around and, with one doubled-up fist, she slammed me solidly in the pit of my stomach. I bent over in pain involuntarily, dropped the money and my pants, and held my aching abdomen. Jodi ran around me toward the door that exited into the hallway and tried desperately to force it open.
Recovering, I made a leap for her, clutched a fistful of her close-cropped hair and pulled her back savagely, as she screamed in panic. Fighting like a man, she punched and slugged wildly at my face and chest, while she aimed well directed kicks of her heavy moccasins at my bare legs. Dodging the painful blows, I aimed a colossal open-palmed slap at her pudgy cheek.
Like a skilled jujitsu champ, Jodi dodged my swing and, grabbing my moving arm, threw me up and over her back. I landed flat on my aching ass with a heavy crash!
Jodi scurried toward the open window, but not fast enough to escape me. I gathered all my reserve strength and leapt after her, making an All-American style football tackle around her ankles. She shrieked in terror as we both fell to the floor, squirming and twisting like two matched wrestlers. Somehow, in the frantic, confused action, I ended up on top of her, my hands holding her arms above her head and my pelvis pressing hard against her straining thighs.
Jodie stopped her struggling and looked up, her eyes full of hatred and fear. "Listen, you stupid slob, don't get any obnoxious ideas, or you'll regret it to your dying day!" she warned.
I deliberately tightened my hold enough to meet any new challenge and pressed my lengthening dick against her heavily bushed groin.
Without another word, Jodi thrust her face into my shoulder and sank her teeth purposely into my thick neck like a raging vampire. I yelled in pain and fury.
"Oh, Jesus!" I screamed, as the pain in my neck shot through my body like fire. In my agony, I loosened my arm hold and eased the pressure on her body. Quick as a flash, Jodi let go my neck and rapidly scuttled away toward the door. Massaging my bleeding neck with one hand, I crawled after her, and in desperation managed to grab the back of her zipped dress, ripping it right down the center past her exposed bra strap.
"You depraved son of a bitch!" Jodi sobbed in a frenzy, as my fingers dug into her skin, snapping her flimsy harness too. "You'll never get me, you mother fucker!" she shouted, breaking loose from my hold and reaching for the doorknob.
Grabbing her by the shoulder, I turned the tables and sank my teeth deliberately into her short neck. Jodi cursed and screamed as I bit down savagely. At the same time, I pushed her tight panties down over her plump rear end. Her body stiffened in shock as she felt the bulbous cocktip of my now stiff penis. Like a dog in heat, I jabbed excitedly into her exposed behind, searching for the musky bull's-eye.
Still biting her neck, I struggled to shove my hands through her torn dress and bra and grab hold of the gigantic, soft tits I remembered so well. At the same moment, my probing peter found its hairy mark, pushed through the tender lips, and then was stopped by the stubborn, tight passageway. Jodi cried in embarrassed frustration, as I laughed in evil triumph. She was still a virgin!
Drunk with the intense pleasure of my burrowing tool tunneling its way through the tightness of Jodi's virgin hole, I foolishly let up my Dracula hold on her throat. In a delirium, my fingers busily squeezed and kneaded her sweaty breasts.
"I'll kill you for this, you filthy prick!" Jodi hissed, her body temporarily, at last, completely passive to my driving thrusts.
Reveling in this new chance to deflower another virgin, and Mona's ex-roommate at that, I closed my eyes and savored fully the thrills and bliss running through me, as my avenging machine screwed inch by inch through her splitting softness. My perspiring fingertips acted like electric conductors as my hands moved back and forth across her slippery, pulsing globes.
Oblivious to everything around me, I didn't notice that Jodi had pressed one foot against the door for leverage. Bracing herself quietly, she suddenly pushed with all her might, so that we both fell over backward onto the floor. I managed to retain my stranglehold on her body. In fact, as I landed on my poor aching buttocks, my boring pole drove farther than ever into her yielding pocket. Jodi screamed in agony as my brutal shaft crammed steadily upward, filling her moist channel with almost three-fourths of my gigantic "talent."
"You might as well relax, babe, because you're going to get it one way or the other-do or die!" I panted, clamping my teeth on her neck threateningly again.
Jodi stopped struggling when she realized that every effort she made only seemed to help my fiery lance to sink even further into her ravished silkiness.
As she finally lay silently on top of me, I closed my eyes in complete sexual gratification. A stupid move, since it gave Jodi time to reach over and grab hold of the heavy metal trophy I had dropped on the floor. I opened my eyes too late as she raised it high and, with a deadly downward swing, aimed directly between her legs, whacked my loosely-hanging testicles with a solid blow!
The excruciating pain in my tender scrotum coursed like shooting stars through my body, dulling every other sensation or feeling in a hellish, stinging torment. I wasn't even aware of Jodi dislodging herself from my pushing fullness, but, as she turned around, I managed to catch a fast glimpse of that same heavy cup hurtling down toward my face in a golden blur. Almost miraculously, I dodged the blow, the metal trophy crashing into the rug harmlessly. Jodi's bloodthirsty expression changed to one of disappointment.
Taking advantage of being caught off balance, knowing it was either me or her, I aimed my clenched fist directly at her chin and connected with a solid kayo punch! Jodi's face contorted, her eyes rolled up showing the whites, and she dropped to the floor like a felled ox, out cold! Her sprawled out body lay there spread-eagled and absolutely quiet, at my mercy.
Almost passing out myself, I still had enough strength to crawl over, and, with one painful leap, I fell on top of Jodi, my head resting on her shoulder, and my throbbing, slippery cock easily plunging without resistance down all the way to the very bottom of her delicious, damp patch.
With almost superhuman effort, I lifted my quivering pelvis and drove up and down with carnal desire, steadily and ravenously. This time, nothing stopped me as I assaulted her open vagina and raced without resistance for that final moment of painful and exciting climax.
Freely and generously, my tunneling dick spiraled up its first load against the back of Jodi's pressing tightness, sending ecstatic shock waves back over my boring pillar in the warmth of my spreading love juice. I choked and sobbed with each jerk of my spitting staff, my pelvis still moving up and down automatically.
Glob after gratifying glob of heavy, creamlike jizz poured out-so much that I could hear the squishing sound of my own victory sloshing lushly through this new, unexplored coital territory. And poor dear Jodi wasn't even awake to enjoy the satisfaction that could have been hers!
Just at that moment, the bedroom door was unlocked from the outside, and in burst Violette, followed closely by Millard and the swollen-faced LeRoy! I looked up apprehensively-knowing I was helpless before their combined strength and desire for revenge.
Wearily struggling to lift myself off Jodi's unconscious form, my blood-covered penis still rhythmically spurting our droplets of white semen on her matted pussy, I barely looked up in time to see Violette's twisted, outraged face, and beyond that (out of the corner of my eye), a whirl of yellow as that same damned heavy trophy came down and crunched into my skull, sending me into total darkness and oblivion.