We’re doing this now! This! Shit on the goddamn painting!” Sweat
beaded on her face and misted her bosom. “With my luck you’ll be
one of these guys who gets off in a minute…”
Hmmm, I considered.
In not one but twenty minutes’ time, Ammi was balloon-cheeked and shrieking in
an undisputable ecstatic bliss. The purse of her womanhood spasmed
desperately about the stiff meat of my sexual organ; I dare say, it
seemed to squirm in time with her rising shrieks. When she’d had
her protracted moment, her head wobbled on her neck, and she sidled
over on the priceless bed, tongue hanging. Fast-breath’d, she
grinned lazily. “That was the best fuck of my life…,” and after a
few more moments of recapturing her wind, she manipulated herself
around, to look flabbergasted at my still-stiff-as-a-baker’s-pin
penis.
“Did you come?”
I elevated a brow. “If by that you mean did
I experience an ejaculatory release and sequent orgasm? No.”
“Wait right there!” she
exclaimed and abruptly roused. She stalked, if a bit painfully,
toward the ornate door but stopped to point absurdly at my erected
member. “And don’t let that go away!”
Oh, for goodness
sake! Where did she expect my penis
to go? After
she’d made her exit, I felt ridiculous lying there with my
trousers down and a rubber-sheathed erection throbbing. Where could
she be off to?
And I mustn’t forget to show her Selina’s
photo…
Ammi’s return brought four
more women into the room: two svelte blondes, a lissome brunette,
and a fox-eyed coif-headed waif with raving auburn hair and
a monumental mammarian endowment.
“Good God! ” one croaked, eyeing
me.
“She wasn’t lying!” excited another.
The auburn-head seemed
locked in a rigor. “Is that… real? ”
It was one of the blondes
that lunged before the others and asserted, “This guy may be able
to out-fuck Ammi, but he ain’t gonna out-fuck me, and that’s just as sure as pigs
can shit! ”
The language
absolutely appalled me.
It was a rather monotonous
foray which ensued; four more giddy naked women clucking over my
genitals like great-grandams over knickknacks. One by one they
punctured themselves on my stiffened-to-numbness erection, shrilly
giggling in betwixt moans, gasps, and outright shrieks of
lascivious liberation. Musky aromas swam about the chamber,
accompanied by a rapid, wet clicking; sweating bellies sucked
inward and out; eyes rolled up in sockets and tongues jutted;
crystalline sweat dripped off tumid nipples. They rode me like some
brute beast of sexual burden (which reminded me, quite regrettably,
of my ex-wife). It was that second blonde, ostensibly the dominant
of t he five, who banged my penis to the
proverbial hilt in a screaming, staccato madness fit for some
carnal chasm in Dore’s Inferno, and after achieving a head-whipping crisis, she
leeringly lifted her pelvis off my member and without abatement,
then, inserted said member into what I can only think to describe
as a more netherly orifice.
“Right up my butt now, Mr.
Big Dick,” she guttered. “Just the way I like it!”
It unnerved me, needless to say, to know
that I had been hoodwinked into performing the forbidden and
historically blasphemous act so named for the ancient city of
iniquity, Sodom. The sluttish woman’s squat strained wider,
affording me an all-too-precise view; and the ease with which she
was able to admit the full depth and width of my member into this
alternate and most uncomely cavity left me to conjecture that she
was hardly a stranger to the act. She chuckled at my gape, then
pressed two fingers to either side of her clitoral bulb, to isolate
the mysterious nerve cluster. I visibly gulped, noting its size:
nearly that of an avocado pit!
“Ammi likes to eat a box,”
she grated, “so she can get her little fuck-face over here and
eat this one!”
whereupon she grabbed the wickedly grinning Ammi by a crude fistful
of coppery hair and shoved her face into the
Dorothy Calimeris, Sondi Bruner