Chapter 4
Moon McCoy was the founder of the Temple of the Holy Wheel and the man who, by the power he had invested in himself, had married Erma and the dick. He was a lean fellow with a shaven head and eyes which he made hollow by a skillful application of cosmetics.
He was instructing a new disciple in the tenets of the religion when Erma phoned.
The theology of the religion was a simple one -- the devoted congregation all got naked and rode around on skateboards, and then they fucked.
Moon's cock was the only relic of the cult and was known as the Holy Pole, venerated by all.
The new disciple was a fourteen-year-old girl with plump titties, a juicy cunt and a fanatic devotion to holy poles of any ilk. She was paying homage to Moon's cock at the moment, slurping worshipfully away on the scared stick. They were both on skateboards, skillfully swooping around together, linked by his dick. When the phone rang, he glided in that direction. The girl, refusing to disgorge his tasty pecker, was pulled after him.
"Holy Wheel," he said.
The girl inhaled his cock.
Erma explained who, she was.
"Yeah, I remember you. You give good head but you were kinky for a dildo, right?"
"I was. But now I'm into real dick and I want to get a divorce."
"Cost you two blow-jobs."
"Errr... just a moment," she said.
Off the phone, she said, "I'll have to suck him off twice, Boris. Is that all right?"
Boris looked glum.
Moon said, "Of course, you could get a quickie divorce in Mexico, but then you got to fuck a donkey."
"I'd better check with my lawyer," she said.
"Oh, shit... don't do that," Moon said. "Tell you what... one blow-job and I'll annul the marriage, okay? Anyhow, it wasn't consecrated unless it's one of those fancy dildos that can shoot yogurt into you."
"I'll get back to you," said Erma. She hung up. Moon shrugged and replaced the phone.
"Some people are nuts," he said. "Speaking about nuts, when are you gonna unload those big nuts of yours into my mouth?" the disciple wanted to know. She was eager to become a full-fledged Wheelist, that was evident. And Moon was just as eager to make converts.
They began to swoop around the room, cutting deft patterns and intricate gliding maneuvers, her eager mouth pulling on his cock as he towed her about, and soon enough he poured the oil onto her in an abundance that thrilled her to the core and filled her belly with spunk.
Moon was pleased with her progress. She didn't know much theology but she sure could milk a dick.
Humble the shyster lawyer was instructing his new legal secretary in her duties. She was eighteen years old and had no legal training, but she had big tits.
Those tits were bared at the moment, and Humble was sucking on her nipples with all the thoroughness of a forensic debate.
"Gee, Mister Humble," she cooed, "do all legal secretaries let the boss do that?"
"Certainly," he said, sucking on a stiff nipple.
"I don't see what sucking tit has to do with the law."
He was a pretty clever lawyer, apt at twisting testimony and shading the facts.
"It's not a tit," he said. "It's a tort."
"Huh?" she said.
"If a lawyer sucks a tit, it's a tort... a very important point of law."
"Yeah, I've heard about them torts, but I never knew they were just tits."
"Few people untrained in legal technicalities do."
He took her hand and pressed it to his crotch.
She was getting the idea.
"I suppose that's a hung jury," she said.
He was impressed at how quickly she was learning. He pushed her down on the desk and slipped his twelve honest and true inches into her jury box.
The phone rang.
Humping merrily away, he answered. He listened for a moment.
"I'll be fucked if I'll put a dildo on the witness stand," he said. "But you got nothing to worry about, Mrs. Thompson. Marriages to inanimate objects are not legal in this state, though I believe they are in Los Angeles. I'll end you my bill."
He hung up the phone and then he proceeded to fuck his cock into his secretary with such vigor that the case was soon favorably decided.
Later, she stuck him with a paternity suit.
"Everything's okay," Erma told Boris Gribble. "Humble the lawyer says the marriage wasn't legal."
"You don't have to blow Moon, then?"
"Nope. But I'll blow you whenever you like."
"You're really a cock-hungry sort, you?" he said, not at all displeased.
"Oh, I do adore to suck dick, no doubt that," she agreed.
She demonstrated the fact by giving his cockhead a quick polish. She figured this was a good time to broach the subject of whether he objected to threesomes.
Approaching the subject warily, she said, "It's too bad that you don't have two cocks, darling."
"Two cocks?" he said, looking scandalized. "If I had two cocks, I'd be a freak."
"I didn't mean that, exactly."
He was squinting suspiciously at her. She figured she had better assure him of her devotion and, ducking down, gave his pecker head a loving slurp.
Nibbling on his dick, she said, "I just meant that it would be wonderful to have a cock in my mouth and a cock in my cunt at the same time."
"You'd need two guys to work that," he said.
"Now that you mention it..."
"What are you hinting at, Erma?"
"Oh, I just... I mean, the ideal thing would be for you to be possessed of two cocks of your very own, since you're the man I love. But since you have only one cock -- although a masterpiece in its own solitary right -- then maybe it might be fun if we acquired a second cock to join us sometimes."
"My God... you're depraved! Our first day together and already you're planning to cuckold me!"
"Never! It isn't cuckolding if you're there, darling. It's just an orgy. That's not the same thing."
"I'm not so sure..."
"Anyhow, it isn't cuckolding unless the other guy fucks me, right? If I just sucked on his dick while you fucked me it wouldn't be infidelity."
"You may have a point."
She was licking the point of his cock.
Gribble found himself growing rather exited by her suggestion that they bring a back up cock into their relationship. Remembering how stimulating it had been to watch her suck the rubber dong, he could well predict the thrill it would give him to watch her suck another man's cock, especially when his own was stuck tsp her juicy cunt at the same time.
He said, "What about another girl?"
"Ooooh, I wouldn't mind," she said. He had been thinking more along the line of fucking both of them, but Erma, self-centered in such things, said, "I'll bet you'd get really horny watching me suck a cunt, huh?"
The truth of that was manifested by the way his cock flared at the very idea.
He wanted some hot pussy at the moment.
"We'll talk about it later," he said, which, she figured -- to her delight -- was implied compliance.
And seeing how inspired his dick was by the conversation, she said, "I never sucked a cunt, but I've always wanted to. I even thought about -- this is very naughty -- I even thought about eating my daughter's juicy snatch, that time I caught her fucking herself with my dildo."
His cock actually twanged with the tremor that those words sent up his stalk.
"And if we bring a girl home, you can fuck her after I suck her cunt... and I'll tongue your balls while you put it to her and lick your asshole and... and... unghhh!" she finished, as his huge cock slipped into her mouth.
"Let's fuck," he said.
He tried to pluck his pecker out of her mouth, but she was stuck to it like a limpet to a pillar of rock. Her mouth was working like a vacuum cleaner. He had to get a handful of her honey-hued hair and grab his dick in the other hand and separate cock from mouth by physical effort.
Erma deduced that Gribble wanted pussy instead of head at the moment. It was no hardship for the randy divorcee, for her cunt had started to smolder during her own exciting recital of all the things she wanted to do when a third party joined them in their love nest. Soon enough, there would be a brace of cocks it her disposal, but having only the one at the moment, she didn't care which end it was inserted into.
Now he was holding his dick in one fist and her head in the other, having pulled his sword out of her head like King Arthur retracting Excalibur from the stone. They were in close, proximity to the bed, but Erma decided that it was time she took some cock standing up. She had always enjoyed variety of position, as well as of bodily cavity. She straightened up from her bent-over position and pressed her torso to his.
Her big tits flattened out, the nipples branding him at twin points, and her smooth belly rippled against his.
His standing cock, trapped between them, carved a deep indentation up to her belly. She purred, rolling her hips so that her torso, turned from side to side on his prick. His cock was so long that it was pressing into her from her cunt to her breastbone, the big, purple knob, nudging into the bottom of her tit cleavage.
She realized, from this, how deep he had been up her cunt when he was inside her, and it thrilled the randy divorcee to see that penetration laid bare -- as it were -- and diagramed for her titillation. She stopped rolling her hips from side to side and began to glide up and down, her lush thighs tensing and relaxing as she humped up his torso.
She tilted her shoulders back so that, looking down, she could see his massive cock looming up between them, just like an architect's blueprint demonstrating how it would fit into the structure of her loins once they were fucking and that big cock was an integral part of her body.
Dipping down, she let the big knob slip into her deep cleavage. Rising, she went onto her toes and felt the head nuzzle into her belly button.
If his prick were any longer, she thought, it would split her through and through. Entering her cunt, the knob would come pushing into her mouth from her gullet.
It was a fanciful concept, but exciting to such a horny woman.
She went onto her tiptoes.
Gribble bent at the knees.
His pecker slid down her belly, rustled through her cuntal thicket and nestled into her crotch.
She was not quite high enough, for he was considerably taller than she, and his cock was aimed at her crotch at a horizontal angle, the shaft laid along her slit and the knob protruding from behind her ass.
She felt as if she were astride a log.
It was pleasant to have his fat shaft braced along her wet cuntal slot and she squirmed on it, thighs clamping.
But she required more elevation, so that his pecker could hoist itself into the proper angle of penetration. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. His big hands slid down her flanks and cupped the firm cheeks of he ass. He lifted her by the ass, and she hauled herself up by his shoulders.
As her crotch rose, giving his cock that mighty rod levered upright so that the knob was pushing into her steaming twat at a vertical angle.
Her meaty thighs hooked around his hip bones, and she clung to him as if he were a tree, up which she were climbing or as if his cock were a flagpole, atop which she sat.
Gribble slowly let her settle onto his cock.
She relaxed her thighs, but still held his shoulders as her slippery cunt slid over his pecker until that formidable pole was buried up her loins.
"Oh, my!" she gasped as she felt that huge smoldering cockhead work its way up her cunthole.
It seemed to have penetrated even deeper than it had when they'd fucked on the bed, and the knob felt like a ball of molten iron atop a thick, throbbing bar.
She squirmed, her juicy ass wriggling.
Gribble lifted her up again. Her pussy slurped up his stalk until only the head remained inside her and the huge rod was steaming in the air. Then, he let her down once more.
He was hauling her up and clown his cock like a washer on a spindle -- not moving himself but merely holding steady while he pulled her up and down on his prick, almost as if he were using her cunt to masturbate himself.
She twisted nimbly about, turning her cunt around on his prick like a nut on a bolt.
Gribble began to walk around the room. He held his shoulders back and his loins thrust forwards, counterbalancing the burden astride his cock.
She clung to his neck and wriggled her ass around in wild loops and jerks. She swooped and spun like a witch on a broomstick, panting and gasping out carnal incantations.
He jammed his click up hard, and she fairly bounced on the thrust, then jarred down to the hilt.
But although she was no lightweight -- no woman with tits that large and an ass that well packed could be an insignificant burden -- his powerful pecker did not falter under the impetus of her descent. It absorbed the falling mass and rebounded back up like a spring uncoiling.
Erma threw her head and shoulders back, turning her face from side to side. Her eyes were narrowed with lust and she was biting her lower lip. Her pussy felt as if it were going to ignite, to suddenly burst into flames.
Then, as if to douse those carnal flames, her cunt began to foam. Creamy cunt juice poured down his prick as he lifted her. As he let her descend on his huge cock, the pussy juice was pumped out under pressure. Ribbons of glistening oil soaked her crotch and ran down her thighs, and heavy drops splattered to the floor at his feet.
"I'm creaming!" she wailed.
But he knew that full well; he could feel her pussy melting around his cock. He braced his feet, tensed his thighs and slammed hard into her womb.
His orgasm hosed her cunt in a towering torrent, the thick cum spewing into her loins. Then, flowing through her cunt-tube, the blended oils of fucking washed back down his stalk and poured from her unfurled cuntlips in a veritable deluge.
He poured a second load into her and her cunt melted again and another Niagara of fuck juice flooded from the socket where they were coupled -- creamy banners and foamy ribbons, globs of cum and slippery ropes of cunt juice.
His knees turned to water, as if he had shot all his life force into her. His very skeleton was transformed into cum and spilled from his dick.
He staggered to the bed and knelt on the edge. He lifted her crotch off his cock as if taking a hat off a peg, and deposited her on the bed where she sat, panting, her legs spread and his cum flowing from her pink cunt.
He fell face-down beside her, his weakened knees not bending.
Living with this randy divorcee, he saw, was not going to be a relaxing thing.
"You didn't really think you were married to a fucking rubber dick, did you?"
She giggled, and said, "Naw, shit no. It was just a laugh. And Moon McCoy had a very suckable prick."
"Christ," he said. "You cheated on me before you even met me."
She blinked, then laughed...
He said, "Was that true... about your daughter?"
"Ummm... sort of. I mean, it's true that I caught her fucking herself wildly with my rubber prick and..." she lowered her eyes, "... and her pussy did look tasty. But I'd never do a thing like that, Boris. That would be incest. Sort of. I guess."
Then she said, "But if you want to bring another girl home for me... for us..."
Gribble smiled. He had no mistaken idea that he could fairly expect fidelity from a woman like this and, not basically a man who suffered from jealousy, he figured that he might as well make the most the situation. It sounded like a lot of fun.
And Erma was thinking how lucky she was that she had found an excuse to get Candy out of the house. Otherwise, she would never have brought this big-cocked stud home.
She did, to her credit, feel a bit sorry for Candy.
She wondered if the girl was getting along all right. Did she have a job? Was she eating right?
Candy didn't have a job yet. But she'd just eaten Jack Turner's dick.
And, presently, she went to apply for a job as a mechanic at Zeke Washburn's service station and garage.