Chapter 6
"He's saying, 'Baby, I've only just begun to fuck."
"He always says that after he's fucked a woman half to death." Cindy squatted her nude ass next to Baxter's and applied her ear alongside his to the wall. The rambunctious fuck sport in the adjoining room which had first drawn Baxter's concern at the sort of discipline Joe's cock might be visiting on his daughter's pussy had been replaced by total absorption. By the time Cindy joined him by the wall Melanie's cries of anguish had changed to short, breathy squeals of rapture. Baxter felt at once reassured. As long as Melanie was enjoying herself. That he considered to be the most important thing.
Cindy's cunt, resting between her thighs, fluttered with the silent radarlike homings of a bat roused from darkness. Her orgasm took long in dying. After tit-fucking her, Basxter had gone to work on her snatch with a vengeance; they'd fucked as if it were the last screw of their lives, rolling up and down the carpeted floor like a two-backed beast joined cock to cunt. And yet, hunkering down beside him by the wall and hearing the onset of her father's fuck fury next door, she noticed her pussy once again throb hungrily. She took Baxter's dick and stood it straight up on his groin. "Why don't we join them?" she asked.
Baxter withdrew his ear from the wall. "Do you think it'd be all right for us to come barging in like that?"
But Cindy had already wrapped a towel around her ass and held the top pinned against her straining boobs. She quickly padded over to the door and opened it at a crack, motioning to Baxter when she observed there was no one on the walkway or in the parking lot. A moment later he heard her knocking next door. Almost simultaneously the hard-charging fuck sounds ceased on the bed and Baxter could distinguish the peculiar suctioning effect caused by Joe's pecker pulling out of Melanie's snatch. He got up, grabbed a towel and rushed after Cindy out of the room, leaving the door unlocked.
Joe greeted him when he entered with a firm waggle of his dick which he was still holding by the root. His balls slapped against the inside of his thighs with a wet rubbery sound as he stuck out his cock at Baxter's. The flushed shaft shone like waxed leather. He ignored Cindy completely, "Well, I must say you have a lovely daughter. She's no trouble at all. We're having a lot of fun."
Cindy had plunked her ass next to Melanie's head on the bed. Melanie didn't stir and lay on the sheets with spread legs and closed eyes as if she'd been drained of all life. With her horny bun still throbbing, her arms flung wide and her legs rigidly spread, she maintained the position she'd held when Joe pulled his pecker out of her snatch. It was this froth-coated slit in the hollow of his daughter's thighs which drew Baxter's attention at once. He raised his voice so Melanie could hear it on the bed, "Are you all right?" Then he shrugged at Joe. "Sorry for interrupting. Cindy thought it might be nice to get together for a while. Or else we could take a break. I'd love a bottle of beer. I suppose they don't sell it here at the motel."
Joe shook his head sympathetically. "I'd love some myself. Screwing always makes me dry in the throat." He pointed his dick at Melanie, "Don't worry about her. I guess I'm built a little bigger than you. She'll get used to it."
"Oh, don't misunderstand me. I'm not at all concerned about Melanie. She's young but she can take it." Unconsciously Baxter copied Joe in holding the root of his pecker and waggled it while he spoke.
"And she can dish it out as well as she can take it." Suddenly Joe's face brightened. "Feel like taking a ride to the liquor store?"
"I think that's the best thing I've heard so far." Baxter cast the towel aside like a bullfighter dashing the baouderola. "Melanie! Where did you put my pants? My shirt?"
It was Cindy who handed him the articles of clothing. Melanie, to all appearances, was still dead to the world. Cindy's magnificent tits shook and hung to one side as she propped her back against the headboard of the bed. She drew up her knees and clasped them. Melanie continued to breathe fitfully. While Baxter zipped up his slacks Joe, now fully dressed, stuck his head inside the door and scowled at his daughter, "Cindy! Go get Melanie a glass of water. The girl must be dying of thirst."
Afterward, driving into town in Baxter's Chrysler, Joe remarked, "I think Melanie found the going a little rough. She'll be better soon." He took a long pull at his cigarette and blew out the smoke, "How do you like my girl's knockers? Ever seen a pair like that on a youngster?"
Baxter smiled and sighed, "No, I'm afraid I haven't." When he heard Joe chuckle he began to chuckle likewise. He took the car through a curve in the road and when he straightened up again Joe's elbow was listing heavily into his side. From his corner Joe roared, "In Germany during the war we used to call it the 'knock-fock."
"The knock-fock!" But even as his exclamation rang mirthfully through the car Baxter remained uncomfortably aware of Joe's elbow which was now poking his ribs with persistent, jocular jabs. "Would you believe it!" he cried, bringing his mouth close to Baxter's ear, "Would you believe it, they're out of the five-and-dime!" Then Joe jerked his elbow away and slapped him on the knee. "They're as phony as a three-dollar bill. I hate to tell you but that's the truth."
At last Melanie spoke. "Your dad's one hell of a fucker." She held her pussy like a small crippled bird in the hollow of her palms. "Does he ever get soft? I mean it's terrible. He told me all about his problem." She drew herself up and let her rump rest back on her heels. Her eyes first searched Cindy's face and then the perfectly nippled rise of her chest which suddenly erupted with massive tremors of flesh and full-throated rumbles of laughter.
Melanie looked up, startled. She found herself close to Cindy's convulsing boobs. "What's the matter?" she asked, at a loss. An avalanche of creamy tit flesh uncurled with a thunderous roar from Cindy's chest. Melanie felt herself topple backwards, dragging Cindy with her. The gigantic boobs poured over her ears and nose and cut off her breath. Cindy continued to shake with laughter on top of her. Then she pulled herself upright, hauling the freight of boob back to their normal position. The huge areolas pointed their nipples like antennae. "I'm sorry," she said, still laughing lightly. "I just had to laugh when you said that. I just lost my balance."
"Said what?"
"That he's a good fucker."
"Well?" Melanie raised her voice piercingly, "Isn't he? I don't think it's right to laugh at somebody else's misfortunes. I don't mind his problem. Maybe I can help him." This time Melanie felt herself to be in the right; her motives were clear and Cindy would have to acknowledge them and stop making fun of her "I like to help him, that's all. I really don't care whether he's a good screw or not. I just feel bad about his condition. It must be terrible to have a hard on all the time."
"Sorry... you feel sorry for him? For his condition?" Cindy shook Melanie by the shoulders as if to awaken her. "His condition is not what you think it is. It's far worse. He hasn't had a hard on in twenty-five years. That's not his cock. He hasn't got one."
It took Melanie a long time first to absorb and then to interpret Cindy's words. But even then she couldn't comprehend it. She didn't show either surprise or shock; the news was too bizarre, too absurd. Joe's cock a phony! "You're crazy," she said at last.
Cindy's tits pointed the nipples like daggers at Melanie's eyes. "Don't call me a liar!" She shook her chest angrily. "He lost his cock in the war. It was cut off with a sword on Guadalcanal. He's still got it in ajar at home."
Now Melanie was really discombobulated. "I don't understand. How does he fuck? How does he get it on? How does he shoot off? I sucked him off and swallowed a whole big load -or most of it. How does he manage that?"
Cindy jumped off the bed. "Ill show you something next door. Come on along." She wrapped the towel around her and skipped out the door with Melanie, similarly betoweled, in tow. Inside the room Cindy made immediately for the closet and pulled out a small customized case which she opened and turned toward Melanie. "Take your pick, the pick of the peckers. And if the cock fits you wear it."
Melanie gawked in amazement. The case showed seven hollow facsimiles of the male organ arranged by size. She noticed at once that the prick he'd used to fuck her was not the largest by far. There was one in there that resembled a car jack with a handle that elongated the shaft. She picked one up and examined the narrow slotted opening in the bulbous head. Then she looked into the hollow end at the other side and cupped the big rubber balls whose texture felt uncannily close to the wrinkled sac of a live scrotum. Holding the root of the cock against her pubes, she squeezed the balls at the same time. A looping spurt of sudsing liquid narrowly missed Cindy's head. "So you see how it's done," Cindy said, pointing to the small viscous spot where the spurt had hit the floor. "That's how he comes. He mixes some kind of gelatine with water and dishwashing liquid which he fills up those rubber balls with. When he figures he feels like blowing, he squeezes it. I've eaten it myself. It even tastes like the real thing."
Every cloud that had obscured the picture for Melanie summarily dispersed with Cindy's explanation. "Now I get it!" she cried out. She held the plastic cock facsimile in one hand and slapped the rubber balls against her thigh. "Now I know why he's always holding it like this." She demonstrated to Cindy the way her dad held the plastic dick by the root. "Am I right?"
Cindy nodded her head approvingly. "But exactly. He's got to hold it there otherwise it falls off. He used to use straps that he tied around his ass but women used to get frightened, especially little girls. It spoiled the mood. He feels better holding it in place like that."
"Really? He's really got nothing there. Nothing at all." Melanie still had trouble believing it. "Because, I mean, he fucks good with it. I come just as good, if not better."
"Oh, yea. He's good, all right. He used to practice on me when I was younger and lighter. When I got too big and heavy, he got into my younger sisters. For the past couple of years he's been making it with all kinds of little girls. A few weeks ago he thought up the idea of the ad and we've been out practically every night. He's been having a ball with all the little girls. Normal women are too heavy. He can't keep his cock in place with them."
"You mean to tell me there's no such thing as the daughter-swap club? And Mr. James is-"
"Joe," Cindy cut in. "One and the same."
But Melanie was still preoccupied with the cock in her hand. She turned it around, traced the muscle, and twirled the whole thing like a baton. "Have you ever seen him without his prick? What does he look like?" She spoke breathlessly.
Cindy shrugged her shoulders. "Have you ever seen your grandmother take her false teeth out of her mouth? It's the same thing when Joe removes his cock. It's like he takes off a wig and you see only a bald strip where they sewed it up after he lost his cock."
Melanie continued to examine a number of dicks in the case. One which particularly struck her fancy she tried on for size; with one hand she opened her cunt while the other ran home the fake penis. She jumped on her feet, swinging the balls. "Oooooh! Oooooooh!"
The big snatch between Cindy's thighs opened like a purse. She bent her knees slightly and reached into Joe's case, retrieving a mammoth dick which she inserted lovingly. Her rump took a small leap, her boobs bounced and the rubber balls swung down by her knees. "Oooooh! Ooooooh! Ooooooh!" she squealed like Melanie. Cindy rattled the joy stick in her twat while writhing her body lecherously. Melanie copied her big-titted friend, dancing on both feet and jabbing the fuck stick home, spearing the sopping vulva like meat on a skewer.
Both girls worked their pussies like demons. Cindy drew her body voluptuously behind Melanie's. Then she twirled on her feet and, faced her; tit slapped tit as each continued to jigger the fuck sticks between their legs, panting and squirming like quarterbacks at the scrimmage until Cindy grabbed the dick in Melanie's snatch and began cranking the slit like an engine. With her other hand she honked the rubber scrotum. Melanie fell on her ass while Cindy cranked like Crazy and Joe's cock opened and spat out the gelatine and suds all over her thighs.
"Are you a little sore there?"
"Very," Melanie said. Her cunt had idled, stalled. The battery was dead. Joe's dick was still sticking out of her snatch but his balls hung flat by her knees. The engine was gone but the body was still in perfect condition. "Let me lick it," Cindy suggested.
"But look at you!" Melanie exclaimed, warmly aroused but not frenziedly so after Cindy's crank job. "You look pretty messed up yourself." She pointed at the fuck stick still projected from Cindy's pussy lips. The whole area around it was bruised where the balls had chafed her thighs. While cranking Melanie she'd climaxed almost simultaneously by working the stick with her thighs into the snatch. "Let me have a look at it," Melanie offered.
Cindy turned away and perched her rump onto a nearby chair. She draped her legs over either side, thrusting forth her pussy and dark belly muff at Melanie's lips which pressed down tenderly. Above the gash of cunt Cindy's boobs arched majestically like the battlements of a mighty fortress. But below, in the moat of her cunt, Melanie's tongue swam soundlessly. The frazzled edge of pussy hair about the vulva showed where Joe's battering ram had done most damage. Cindy popped her head over the ramparts of tit, "Is it bruised there? Badly?"
Melanie detached her lips from the slit but retained her hunkered position before the chair. She cast a studious glance at the pink pulpy hole. Besides the ravaged petals the snatch looked normal. Of course, she had no wide basis of comparison to draw from, her mom's being the only other cunt she'd ever been close to. But unlike her mom's, which normally wore a smile, Cindy's cunt scowled from beneath the pubic wig. "It looks like it's irritated," Melanie said.
Melanie opened the petals wide and peered inside the hole. Then she let the labia settle back to £he normal trenched position in the
) vulva. "Am I bruised like you?" she asked.
Cindy jumped off the chair and invited Melanie to take her place. "I'll have a look at you," she promised while squatting in the bay of Melanie's spread knees. "If you're as sore as I was the first time Joe used the fuck stick you're in trouble." Melanie's pussy sprang free from the confines of her thighs as she pushed her belly out farther. Her voice sounded anxious. "It feels kind of raw when you touch it. I hope he didn't cut it or something."
Cindy reached over to the case next to her squatting thighs. "Here," she said, handing Melanie one of Joe's plastic dongs, "It feels good to hold that while I do you."
And as Cindy's mouth nuzzled her pussy Melanie noticed it did feel good, holding that giant dick-and-ball like a horn to her lips. She clutched the shaft as a child might a pacifier, a familiar object from which she drew both comfort and assurance. But she cautioned Cindy to proceed gingerly, in exploring the battered vulva. "Please, don't use your nails."
Cindy had now squatted directly in front of the chair and stared directly into the gaping fuck hole. From up close it resembled a mashed hamburger pattie, dented in the middle and fatty at the edges. And, when she looked deeper inside the cunt tract after pinning the lips back, she discovered it was even more damaged inside -a pit of chafed cunt flesh that looked as if it'd been dug out with a shovel. The whole area of her crotch from the pubic triangle to the pit of the anus showed the havoc of an overplowed field. The skin everywhere looked devastated, laced with welts and puckered with abrasions. The hair on the pubes lay flat and trampled. The clit stood like a solitary stump amidst the desolation of a ravaged cunt. Cindy whistled between her teeth. "He worked you pretty hard, didn't he?"
Melanie nodded her head. She could look down her crotch past Cindy's hands on her pussy and see the girl's giant knockers hang free between the chair legs. And even though her pussy still felt strained and sore, the touch of Cindy's fingertips was of an excruciating delicacy-a shade of pain which shredded insensibly into pleasure of the most rhapsodic sort. She squirmed her snatch and let out a cry of delight. Her hands gripped the plastic cock until the blood drained from her fingers.
Without quite being aware of it Melanie squeezed the rubber scrotum and released an^ other spurt of gelatine and suds from the slitted cock head. It hit Cindy smack on the nipple of one boob from which it continued to hang pendu-lously, finally shattering onto the knee on which her tit rested. "Watch it," she cautioned, raising her head away from the ecstatically squirming cunt on the chair. "Watch it. Joe gets mad when he slaps on a dick and finds his balls empty. He'll know we've been fooling with them."
When Cindy lowered her head to refocus her attention on the pussy at hand, she managed to twist her torso in such a way that the thick nipple of one breast traced the slit in Melanie's crotch. Melanie moaned, "Oh, I like that." She flung her legs wide over the arms of the chair and let her arms hang down the sides, trailing the plastic dick over the floor. "Please," she panted, "do it again with your nipple. Please."
Cindy was not unfamiliar with the effect her boobs normally had on men. But to watch the response they evoked in Melanie was something altogether different in her experience. Although Joe had frequently urged to she'd never felt much like doing it with girls. Most of the ones she knew she found rather childish and pushy; the few teeny dykes she'd met had turned her off by their aggressiveness. And it was precisely the complete absence of any kind of forcefulness which she found so pleasing in Melanie; the girl was uncommonly passive, pliant, willing and, above all, eager. "Have you ever done this before?" Cindy wondered out loud.
Melanie flung her head back and nodded deliriously. Cindy returned the nipple to her snatch and the same wondrous fuck itch she'd experienced with her mom surged through her loins. While dipping the nipple into the wide open gash, Cindy leaned her jaw onto Melanie's stomach. The underside lobe of the massive tit she was diddling rested on the edge of the seat. Melanie flung her arms high and clapped the fake dick-and-ball like a castanet against the open palm of one hand, "Oh, Cindy! Where did you do this before? This is so good."
Cindy didn't answer but pushed the whole underside lobe of the tit into the fluttering cunt hole. "I've never done this before," she panted. "This is the first time. How am I doing?" She grabbed her other breast and raised her torso slightly, squeezing it alongside the one already glued to Melanie's cunt.
Thus, with two bulging boobs playing in the wide-open crotch on the chair, Melanie fell prey to the most spasmodic seizures. At times Cindy was forced to push her convulsing rump back on the chair after it slid off the edge, crushing the big boobs. Cindy raised her ass and leaned over Melanie's stomach and began to jigger her upper body with the same spastic tremors as the writhing cunt on the seat. The shaking knockers hammered Melanie's twat like a pendulum clock gone crazy-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap.
In her rapidly mounting frenzy, Melanie had placed the head of Joe's dick into her mouth. Biting and gnawing it like a roused kitten, she held it with one hand lodged between her lips while listing her whole body to one side; her arm reached out and plucked another dick from the case on the floor. Cindy shook her tits with convulsive humps of her shoulders. Melanie's cunt dripped between the jazzing tits; her lips slobbered around the fuck stick in her mouth.
Then she introduced the other dick to the rim of her asshole. While Cindy shuddered her tits with a furious rhythm, she reached around Me-anie's rump at the same time and took the shaft of the fuck stick.
Melanie felt as if her whole body had turned into a vagina. Every pore and nerve sizzled like a fuse about to short out. She was ragging her throat with the dick in her mouth; and Cindy was nipple-fucking her clit while jamming the fuck stick up her anus.
Spasm after spasm of delirious fuck itch rocketed Melanie's pussy forward. The two grinding tits squeezed her cunt like an orange. Her mouth bit the plastic cock more ferociously. Suddenly she turned and wrenched the dick out of her asshole, pushing Cindy's hand away. She held it up next to the one still in her mouth and panted between sputtering lips, "Here," she panted, sticking the fuck stick between Cindy's teeth. "Take this."
For a few moments Cindy continued to knead her nipples into Melanie's snatch while mouthing the dick between clamped lips. But soon she withdrew it and inserted it in the hole between her squatting thighs. Thus the same fuck stick had made a virtually complete tour of both girls' orifices-from Melanie's anus to Cindy's mouth and on down to Cindy's cunt. The other dick was still in Melanie's mouth; she held it by the rubber sac and appeared on the verge of squeezing it.
At the very moment Cindy shoved the dick inside her cunt, she squeezed her squatting thighs together and caught the head deep in the womb. The balls lodged between the back of her heels and her rump so that, when the time came, she could trigger them off by bringing her ass down hard. She continued to grind her boobs convulsively against Melanie's crotch, humping and rocking on the plastic fuck stick. She took care not to rock too hard and squeeze the ejaculatory fluid from the sac prematurely; she'd wait with that until she'd come properly in the cunt.
Melanie's sensitive clit, already skinned raw by Joe's previous exertion, was not long in swelling her cunt with the onset of a terrific orgasmic rumble. In the heated tract of her slit Cindy's nippled tits shook spastically. Cindy's upper body was bouncing rhythmically, humping her ass up and down so that the stick popped forth regularly like a jack-in-the-box. Melanie doubled back, scooting her snatch forward while raising her legs high off the seat. Mouthing at the dick between her lips, she clasped first her own boobs and then, pitching forward, clutched those of Cindy between her thighs. Obligingly Cindy leaned her head away to one side so as to allow Melanie to shake the final frantic jiggers loose in her twat.
When Melanie came Cindy found her boobs squeezed to a stand-still between the girl's stiffened thighs and vibrating pussy. The nipple of one tit was held tightly between the clamp of cunt. But where Cindy didn't move in the tits she made more than up for by the wild, convulsive rotations of her ass on her daddy's joy stick which she held bracketed firmly between her thighs. But as the jiggers of orgasmic frenzy ebbed from Melanie's snatch, Cindy felt the cunt-clasp loosen simultaneously around the nipple. Thus she could give herself more fully to the frenzied fury of the fuck stick up her cunt tract.
Cindy began to hump her squatting ass more violently. She felt the huge dong tear into the cervix. And at the same time that Melanie unlocked the tits from between her thighs Cindy felt the first jagged shudders of her exploding pussy.
A moment later, Cindy lay squirming on the floor-one dick stuck in her cunt, the other battering fiercely at the pit of her asshole. Melanie had taken it from her mouth and rammed it up Cindy's dirt track. She turned Cindy onto one side and motioned her to keep one leg raised; this allowed her to stir the fuck sticks simultaneously in both Cindy's snatch and anus. It was a wonderfully lecherous sight: the plastic shafts could be seen protruding from the orifices on either side of Cindy's crotch. The big-titted girl alternately howled and moaned and fitfully sobbed, "Holy m-m-m-mother! Melanie! Ah-aha! Whooeeeee!!! Oh-ahooo!"
While jamming the fuck sticks Melanie took care not to swing the balls too violently; an inadvertent squeeze might trigger them prematurely. She remained seated on her knees in front of Cindy's magnificent spread of tits. But to keep the dicks further impaled in the two crotch orifices she was forced to lean far forward, thus bringing her stomach to rest on the billowing pillow of tit flesh. With her palms clasped around the root of each dick, she stirred the shafts like the rotary blades of an electric blender-a sharp buzzing noise that made all of Cindy's body break out in goosebumps and sustained beeps of frenzy.
Cindy's torso twitched uncontrollably. Her flushed nipples bored into Melanie's stomach. The battering rods in her snatch and anus continued to jazz without let-up. She raised a quavering contralto to indicate the level of her transport, "Don't! Oops! Don't! Do! Go! Don't Please! No! No! Yesss!!! Oh! Now! Later! Yet! Stop! Go-oh-oh! My-y-y-y-y! Eeeeehhhh!"
From her craned position Melanie could see Cindy's cunt like a popsicle on the fuck stick in her twat. It was dripping down her thighs, a frothy cunt batter produced by the stirring cock shaft; part of the juice trickled beneath her crotch in the vicinity of the dick reaming her asshole. This Melanie smeared further around the pit to ease the dryness. Then she squeezed the rubber balls. She could hear the liquid squish up into the tube of the cock shaft. After she'd squeezed it she watched the cunt rim around the shaft and soon saw it brim with the greyish viscous liquid from Joe's scrotum. The same oily coloration soon spread around Cindy's anus after Melanie similarly emptied the balls there. She continued to pump the sacs, enjoying the rhapsodic reactions this produced in the mountainous tits beneath her belly.
Gradually she diminished the force of her jig-gering hands. The balls hung empty and deflated from the root of the dripping shafts. She could see Cindy's snatch as a frightful gash surrounding the plastic of the dick where it entered the pulpy cunt mass. The fuck stick extending from her anus, on the other hand, did not drip and fitted the hole like a finger in a glove. Melanie felt the massive bosom heave against her stomach. Down below, at the other side of Cindy's crotch, she watched the shaft trill like a tuning fork between the cheeks of the girl's rump.
Melanie withdrew her hands from the two dicks so that they stood up independently in both Cindy's orifices. Resting back on her haunches, she asked her if she wished to have the peckers removed. "You look like you're about to be barbecued," Melanie laughed. "You've got the spit running in the cunt and out the ass."
But the words were hardly out of her mouth when she became aware of a violent shove which pitched her backward onto her head. Behind her the door stood open, framing her father on the threshold. In front of her Joe was kicking Cindy's ass. The eerie thing about it was that he didn't speak, but kicked methodically, efficiently and enthusiastically without missing a beat. His hands held the two plastic dicks he'd just wrenched from his daughter's cunt and asshole. He waved them menacingly like a slingshot. "Who gave you permission? Who asked you? Is this what you're trying to do? Embarrass me in front of my friends!"
Cindy moaned on the floor, her face buried in her hands. The force with which her dad had wrenched the shafts from her snatch and anus first made her scream like a stuck pig. Now she was sobbing quietly, alternately clutching the affected areas in her crotch with both hands. She whimpered, "We were just fooling around. We didn't do anything.".
Joe flung the fuck sticks with the deflated sacs onto the floor and tried to avoid Baxter's astonished stare. Finally Baxter moved; he closed the door and put down the grocery bag of beer, pretzels, Cokes, dips, and barbecue chips. But much to Melanie's surprise he ignored Joe completely. Instead he advanced on the hud-dled mass of tit and ass that was Cindy on the floor. Melanie screamed, "No, Dad! Don't! Not that!"
It was too late that Melanie recognized the glittering object in his hands as a pin. By the time she cried out he'd already jabbed it in one of Cindy's breasts.
"Dad! My God! Has everybody gone crazy?"
Melanie jumped to her feet. In her confusion she grabbed one of the dicks and began laying it into Joe's neck. The deflated balls clapped him about the head. He flung up his arms protectively while at the same time Melanie tore down his pants and shorts. "Where's your cock?" she shrieked, walloping the dick more violently about his ears. "You goddamn cheat! Liar! Show me what you got there! Who's Mr. James? Who made up the catalogue?"
Her eyes fixed on the smooth bald strip of crotch between his legs. She had to pinch herself to believe that what she saw was real; the groin without the cock was like a bell tower without a bell. It looked absurd. And the more absurd it looked the angrier she got. But before she could let go with another stream of vituperation she was startled by a sharp gurgling sound behind her. She turned on her heels in time to see one of Cindy's huge knockers shrivel up like a deflated balloon, the nipple dangling miserably in the shape of an empty teat. Then, with a similar gurgling sound, the other boob went flat. Cindy continued to lie on the floor with eyes closed, her hands hiding the two wrinkled peanuts of tit where previously her chest had borne its freight of mammoth mam-maries.
Baxter swivelled his neck several times from Joe's unnaturally smooth groin to Cindy's deflated chest. And each time his eyes bugged. Beneath the furze of pubic hair there was nothing.
The man had no cock! Then he turned to Cindy, letting his gaze rest in amazement at the shrunken pea boobs. The girl had no tits!
He grabbed Melanie by the arm and pulled her brusquely towards the door. He threw a towel around her hips and chest. "Get your clothes on. Let's get out of here. There are things a girl your age shouldn't see."