The Flesh Project

LEGEND OF DRUNKEN SPERM MASTER


Dick Hardman stubbed his cigarette out sourly, adding a crumpled nicotine ruin to an ashtray that was already overfilled. It was time for another phone call- the sort where he had to wear a big wide grin and cover his asshole with both hands. When the harsh, plastic-rattling ring did happen, he had to steel his nerves before picking up the phone- the sort of resigned mental barricade one might grudgingly put up before going to meet the mother-in-law.

“This is Hardman,” he said.

“And this is your teacher,” came the deep, authoritative voice from the other end of the line. Kenji Toyase’s voice. No matter how many times the doctor told himself that this man was nothing but a punk, and six years his junior besides, he couldn’t help but feel a chill at the voice. The sarcastic words ‘and this is your schoolteacher’ had come out with an inflection that cut like a razor. “Your grades are in. Two out of three. 66%. Barely a passing mark.”

“I already had a talk with the squeaky wheel,” said Hardman, who knew what Kenji was referring to. Noah’s “intervention”. By preventing Lola from going over the edge, and refusing to participate in the acts she had solicited in the short time she was under the effects of “SHAME”, Noah and April had cost them what would have been an immediately saleable pile of footage.

Kenji clicked his tongue. “Oh, I’m sure you did. I guess that’s why you’ve arranged for those adorable little care baskets. Tough love, right?”

Hardman rubbed his forehead. As usual, Kenji was being an asshole. Not for the first time, he unfurled a middle finger in the direction of the phone. The bastard had no idea the trouble he’d gone through to patch things up in the aftermath of the Triple Threat. He and Noah had participated in what was not precisely a discussion. It had been bedlam- the pale, black-haired girl crying, asking to see her cock-sporting, juvie friend, other subjects popping out of rooms to see what was wrong, naked as they day they were born, a babble of confused conversation. In the middle of it all, he’d given Noah an earful.

What the fuck was that? She asks you to defile her and you just give her a hug and send her on her way?

To which Noah had replied: “Fuck you.”

Hardman had said nothing further. He could have told Noah certain harsh realities, but at the time it had not seemed wise. Better, maybe, for him to learn such things for himself. Hell, the only reason he was even here was because the red-haired one had insisted. And they sure as hell couldn’t let her go. Not with what she could do for them.

“Well, I think you catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar,” Hardman replied, ignoring Kenji’s attempts to goad him into some sort of outburst. “Or whatever. You know, that shitty old saying. Morale was way down. Girls crying, questioning the Project- we needed a show of good faith. A few dresses is a small price to pay for what we’ll get in return. Like you say, a happy freak is a productive freak.” He was becoming less a fan of the saying himself.

“Charming. Tell me, doctor, do you know what else catches flies?” replied Kenji.

Hardman shrugged, weary of Kenji’s games. “I don’t know. Shit?”

“Exactly. I would have gone in the opposite direction. Shown them how unpleasant things could get if they didn’t co-operate.” Kenji paused, and in Hardman’s mind he could see the young executive contemplating exactly how to inflict discomfort on the Flesh Project populace. “In any case, we still have massive offers on the table for a films of the two ‘special ladies’ together. Also, we’re seeing considerable interest in footage of our Lola ‘losing control’, as it were- and being given everything she asks for while mired in her shameful state.”

Again, Hardman rubbed his temples. He was beginning to get a headache. “I’ve already explained the problem with that. We force either of those two things to happen and we lose the trust of everyone here. I wouldn’t blame them, either. I mean, how much can these assholes possibly be offering?”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Even so, we can make that chickenfeed back in other areas,” continued the doctor. “Look, why don’t we start to buckle down on the research side? They’re starting to get suspicious- we’ve done almost nothing. Give me the nod to take something more than routine physicals. I was promising a push towards a cure for at least a couple of them- and that’s going to blow up in my face if we can’t show the zoo at least some sort of progress on their various...issues.” The word seemed inadequate.

Kenji seemed unconcerned. “The research side will take care of itself. I have some internal people working over the data you sent me. In the meantime, I think I have a solution to our problem, with regards to trust.”

Hardman raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yes. The mutant blonde and that guard- the one with all the disciplinary problems,” continued Kenji. “If we play our cards right, those two poor creatures might, of their own sadistic wills, engineer the very violation we seek.”

All was silent. For one moment, the line was nothing but dead air. It was as if the sinister nature of Kenji’s suggestion had sucked all sound out of the room. He seemed to have a knack for such spine-tingling proclamations.

“Two mavericks, you see,” Kenji said. “Acting of their own accord. An unfortunate event- but our hands would be clean.”

“Yes,” Hardman said, hesitantly. But his mind knew differently, and even as the conversation moved on to other things, it echoed in his head the truth.

Our hands, clean? Of course they won’t be. Of course they won’t be.


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Ask any person on earth who has a cock, and you will be told that the organ in question is an epicenter of sensations whenever attention is paid to it. Other tactile foci- the fingertips, the lips, the nipples- they’re all worthy contenders for the sensory crown. But all must bow to the king. When proper worship is paid to the cock, this infamous tyrant of the physique, all other feeling and thought seems to drop away, leaving behind nothing but an all-encompassing tide of pleasure. It is into this pool of joy that any human being would gladly dive, and drown- and damn the consequences. Against this allure, the picket-fence of societal taboos is nothing more than a rail of toothpicks waiting to be flicked aside. Men who fancy themselves loyal and moral find themselves a lot less loyal and moral when the secretary’s hand is creeping where it shouldn’t. With the wife at home oblivious, they indulge more often than not- and the marriage is just one more casualty in the Cock Wars.

Setsume’s last cogent thought, as she sat on the edge of Mikura’s bed, mind reeling with both the situation and the *many* drinks she had ingested at the party, was something along the above lines. She had told herself that it would be healthy for the Flesh Project subjects to define themselves less through sex and more through more traditional human interaction. That’s why having dinner with Lola had been such a pleasure- getting a blowjob as part of an actual date- as opposed to because it was “on the schedule”. At the moment, though, it was hard to think about anything besides the hot breath that was washing over the middle length of her long, throbbing cock as it lay against the flawless smoothness of her midsection.

“I’ve been waiting to get you in my mouth again!” whispered April. She was the only one of those present who wasn’t at least pleasantly buzzed. Mikura, Sarah, Lola, and Liz were also in the room, and all were in the nude, as was Setsume. Clothes were piled by the bed in drifts. Setsume gasped as April laid a soft, beautiful cheek against the underside of her cock, which loomed gigantic against the young girl’s willing face. April looked up at Setsume, and her naturally-long eyelashes fluttered like lazy butterfly wings. “It’s so warm,” she said.

Setsume collapsed back on the bed, dangling half of her long, shapely legs over the end. Though she tried to say something, all that came through her drunken haze was a euphoric sigh. At Lola’s request, she had hammered back three quick shots of vodka before bumbling her lanky body over to the bedroom. Her lack of eloquence didn’t concern her overmuch. Lola had engineered this gathering- this late-night bedroom rendezvous- and she was safe, whatever the intention.

“We’re going to show you that we all love you,” Lola had said, “and that we appreciate what you’ve done.”

Setsume had tried to fumble through some words about how making everything sexual might hurt them in the long run, how they were playing right into the Flesh Project’s sinister hand by fucking at the drop of a hat- but Lola had placed a slender finger against her trembling lips, and told her that it was ok.

“We want to,” the dark-haired beauty had said. “No one ordered us to do this. We’re taking it away from them, and making it ours.”

Then, they had stumbled to the bedroom, where Setsume had watched, and grown dizzily hard, as all the females at the party had disrobed, baring their variously-sized tits and pussies, which ranged from outrageously large to scandalously young. Now, starting with April, they were descending on her. Setsume closed her eyes. Her fat dick was a hard, fleshy column lain vertically across her chest, the top splitting the valley of her pert teenage tits. She felt a hot, wet mouth begin to lick the middle of her shaft. Then, the landscape of the mattress began to rumble- springs pressed down by hands and knees began to vibrate around her in a mini-bedquake. More of them were climbing on. A mouth splashed wetly down upon her cockhead, and Setsume could feel soft hair tickling her chin. Sarah. Another face buried itself deeply into her ballsack- sucking furiously at the loose, hairless skin around each fat testicle. Liz.

“Oh!” Setsume gasped, squirming against the bedspread. She listened as the sounds of wet mouth suction emanated from the rutting, stacked blonde at her crotch. The lewdness of the act- the abandon with which the 27-year-old woman was slurping at the large, skin-satcheled pair of nuts, was almost as erotic as the feeling itself. Liz chewed at the dark, pliable skin, letting it pile up against her face. She inhaled deeply through her nose, smelling the sweaty musk of Setsume’s balls.

“Mmmm!” gasped the blonde, spraying searing exhalations over Setsume’s nuts. “Oh yeah!”

Setsume gasped again, and then she heard the sultry voice of Lola in her ear. “She can’t get enough of your beautiful balls, lover,” whispered Lola. “And I can’t blame her.”

Setsume’s body was a firestorm of titillating feelings. Her cock was being tip-sucked at the top, licked up and down like candy, and ball-slurped at the bottom- a trifecta of delights. A pair of gentle, dexterous hands were manipulating her breasts, teasing and pinching the sensitive nipples that bracketed the top of her erect dick. Mikura’s hands. Lola was nibbling on her ear and whispering unspeakable perversions into it, asking her if she had enough cum in her balls to cover them all, telling her that they were going to take turns driving her prick into their volcanically sexy bodies. Her alcohol-buzzed mind could barely process the entirety of it. The walls of the room seemed to reverberate with wet sucking sounds and playful giggles, lending a sort of psychedelic soundtrack to the depraved scene.

Sarah let Setsume’s baseball-sized prick helmet out of her mouth, gasping “Turn her over!”. Before she knew what was going on, the sweaty dickgirl was flipped like a cadaver on an autopsy table, and forced down on her front, cock pressed into the sheets. Immediately she felt hands fondling her tight, toned behind.

“What an ass she’s got!” Sarah squealed. Setsume opened her eyes, but she could see only the bedspread under her downturned face- and the side of Lola’s leg as the pale hottie knee-walked forward to grab at her ass, spreading the tanned buttflesh wide to further expose Setsume’s pink, puckered asshole. Leering down from above, Lola let a glob of spit tumble from between her lips and drip down across Setsume’s asshole.

Setsume gasped again at the feeling of the wet trickle across her most intimate orifice. When Sarah pressed her mouth down on the wrinkled pinkness between her cheeks and drove her tongue inside, her gasps turned to moans. Shamelessly, she pressed her own tits together firmly against the width of her cock, rutting down against the bedspread.

“Oh fuck, mmmmmmmmmmmmmm……my ass!” Setsume gasped.

“Mommy, that’s so hot!” squeaked April, whispered guiltily across Setsume’s back to Liz. “I want to taste her asshole, too!” Setsume felt heat course through her body with April’s unabashed speech. The words had come out in her high-pitched, barely-teen voice, as matter-of-fact as a young girl saying “I want some ice cream!” And Setsume had no doubt that April would attack her asshole with an approach similar to what she might use to devour that particular confection.

Lola continued to cup Setsume’s butt globes, pulling them apart. “Well come on, honey,” she said. “There’s plenty of my princess to go around.” And so the tongue jammed up Setsume’s ass switched off with another, smaller appendage- April’s little pink tongue. It probed her rectum, licking and sucking at the tight opening, snaking gently over her inner walls.

“Nnnnnnnn…oh god!” rasped Setsume, muffled by the bedspread. The tongue switched off again, back to the redhead. Setsume’s drunken mind wondered idly where Sarah’s glasses had gone. Surely the redhead wasn’t wearing them while her tongue was plowing the depths of her perfect, 16-year-old ass? Soon, the glasses were the last thing on her mind, a rational thought eclipsed by the sensations emanating from her asshole as it was eaten out by a duo of Flesh Project girls, one of which wasn’t even old enough to attend high school. They switched off every few seconds, and when each surfaced for air, Setsume could feel their hot exhalations criss-crossing her ringmeat. Meanwhile, Lola was having a field day with her pert, tanned bottom- kneading it like dough, filling her massaging palms with sweat-gleaming assflesh.

Setsume’s cock was almost impossibly hard, driving into the bedspread like a fleshy missile. She longed to turn herself back over and fuck something- anything- until she dropped what would probably be close to a litre of boiling girl-goo into whatever hole she had chosen. At another time, she would have- but this wasn’t her show, despite the fact that she was the object of attention. It was Lola’s. Lola had recruited them, greased the wheels with alcohol, and now Setsume wanted to see where she would take it the entire thing. Whatever the result, it was liable to be memorable.

Setsume felt April and Sarah lift her slightly, urging her wordlessly to rise to a hands-and-knees stance, and she did so. She then detected Liz crawling between her legs, and her balls, dangling low and laden between her thighs, bounced against the blonde woman’s face. Again, Liz began to suck noisily at her sack, filling her mouth with scrotal skin and the giant, egg-shaped testes that were clearly outlined inside. In her current position, Setsume’s sack hung enormous, more than six inches down from the base of her dick- a fleshy hammock for her churning sperm-factories.

“Yeah, teabag that slut!” hissed Lola. And so Setsume began to hump up and down, incomparable body working, feeling a tongue ram into her asshole at the apex, and the swinging sack of her balls bury Liz’s face on the downswing. The blonde would sometimes clutch the loose skin of Setsume’s scrotum in her mouth, stretching it taut as the dickgirl would rise.

“Mmmmm! Let me have your balls all over my face!” Liz gasped, slurping noisily and fingering her naked pussy with a free hand.

“Oh my!” said Mikura, scandalized by the unrepentant dirty-talk. She was kneeling at Setsume’s side, rubbing the girl gently, body jiggling voluptuously with the motion of the bed. Her nipples were leaking translucent lines of fluid. “The things you all say!”

“Shhhmmmmmmmmmm!” Setsume slurred, mind awash with drunken ecstasy. “Feels so good! Lola!” She called the name, not knowing precisely why. It just felt right.

“I’m here,” Lola replied, watching from above as Setsume bobbed her pretty butt up and down like a stripper on the hunt for G-string cash, letting her asshole vibrate against Sarah’s tongue while dropping her heavy ballsack all over Liz’s face.

“Put it…in…youuur mouth…” Setsume slurred. The last-second shots were hitting her hard. The room was spinning. There was general lighthearted laughter at Setsume’s blowjob request.

Lola petted Setsume’s ass gently. “Oh, we’re going to take turns on you, pussycat. So don’t worry. Your big, sexy cock is going to get sucked. You just lay there and enjoy.”

“Suck mydick, suuuuuuck mydick, suck mydick,” Setsume slurred in a singsong voice. She waved one hand shakily on the bedspread, as if conducting an orchestra.

“Oh dear!” Mikura gasped. “She’s had quite a lot to drink!”

“Yeah, now she sounds like every guy I ever dated,” Lola joked, eliciting more light laughter. “But that’s fine. It’s about time, anyway. Are you all ready to get wet?”

There was a chorus of affirmatives. Mikura, who was the least drunk of them all (besides April) and too shy for such things, simply blushed and looked downward, while making no objection. To Lola, it was just as good as a resounding yes. The 29-year-old woman was more than willing to take Setsume’s load on her face. Who wouldn’t want to? Sex with Setsume was like the moon landing. Groundbreaking. Exploration on a grand scale.

Lola pushed Setsume over, gently turning her to lay on her back. Setsume spread her long legs, bending her knees as she did so, unfolding herself on the bedspread like a sexy spider. With one trembling arm, she straight-armed her cock, raising it from it’s nestled location between her tits, until it jutted straight into the air, fat and ready. There were gasps of adoration from the women present. Even Lola had never seen her present herself so shamelessly. All of Setsume’s poise was gone. What remained was a desire to have her body attended to- one part in particular.

“What a pose!” laughed Liz, kneeling by the bed. “Look at the size of that thing.”

“That’s no dick, it’s a space station!” called Noah drunkenly from the other room. Though they had all presumed him to be asleep on the couch, he had in fact been watching from the partially opened door.

“You want to come in here and suck it?” snarked Lola, raising a devilish eyebrow.

“I’ll pass,” muttered Noah, and he lowered his face to the couch cushion. The girls laughed again.

Setsume made a low noise in her throat, a whining, mewling sound, the sound of an infant in need of a bottle. “Somebody suck my COCK!” she wailed, squirming on the sheets. Her exposed asshole, having been tongued for a lengthy period by two women, was wet and loose- a pretty pink exclamation point only partially visible below the spit-sticky dangle of her ballsack.

“Your wish is our command, my love,” said Lola, with an expectant grin. Earlier in the evening, Setsume had been like steel- a warrior princess, ready to battle wills against all the sinister forces of the earth. As much as Lola admired it, and was turned on by it- this was something new and lovely. Setsume, drunk off her ass, only wanted to get some head. A lot of head.

Here’s a taste of the normal existence you desire, Sumie, thought Lola. I know you’re afraid of what will happen if we fuck like minks, but I don’t think that can hurt us. Love can’t hurt us. Love can only set us free. That’s normal. That’s what makes life worth living.

“Let’s go, girls. Our tipsy little cock queen is waiting.”

The women seemed to look at each other- and then they pounced on her in unison.


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Noah was only feigning drunkenness. He had learned long ago that he’d have to apologize less for any voyeuristic tendencies or embarrassing remarks that had occurred during the evening if he would claim that he’d been three sheets to the wind. Of course, he also figured he needn’t have bothered. They had left the door open, and would probably welcome him joining in.

And he would have. If he hadn’t had so much on his mind.

Earlier that day, his brain had been clear. The only thing that had been on his mind had been, as usual, Sarah- and the fact that little progress had been made toward a cure for her condition. In fact, not only had there been little progress, but the Flesh Project seemed to be designed to get Sarah to revel in her own fluid dependency- not necessarily an unexpected turn of events (considering what he’d been told when they had joined up) but certainly not ideal.

As he pondered possible solutions, and the implications of the problem at hand, he unpacked the heavy cardboard box that had arrived. He hadn’t even been thinking about the mysterious nature of the Flesh Project, the anonymous taskmasters behind it, the unknown location of the compound- but something had snapped his attention in that direction, and held it there as if by vise-grip.

He had asked for five books. He hadn’t expected much, if anything, to come of that request, but Setsume had assured him that it was worth asking along with the others, and when the packages had started to arrive, first Setsume’s, then Sarah’s (she had requested an MP3 player filled with her favorite music, and together they had spent an entire evening painstakingly figuring out which songs to ask for) he had found himself giving in to human nature and eagerly awaiting his own.

Noah had told himself he’d be happy if they got even two of the five books he requested. He told others he’d be happy with four. He had privately hoped for all five. But one thing he did not expect was to receive six books.

Which is exactly what he had received.

After unpacking his box, an unmarked cardboard cube stuffed with the books, some new clothes, and various sundries (including a small trinket for Sarah) he swept about in the remaining packing peanuts to make sure he hadn’t missed anything- and came upon the thin outline of book number six.

It had been wrapped in newspaper, as if to cushion it- but it was a thin paperback. Pointless. You couldn’t damage a paperback in transit, unless you took it out of the box and stomped on it a couple of times.

Why would anyone ever wrap a book in newspaper?

He had unwrapped the book and looked at it closely. It was not, as he first suspected, a second copy of one of the books on his list. No, it was not “Different Seasons” or “The Collected Works Of Oscar Wilde”.

“Hansel & Gretel,” he had read aloud, from the cover.

He had sat down, then, deep in thought. Was it someone’s idea of a joke? Some self-appointed wit’s half-assed commentary on his predicament? After all, it had been Hansel, that venerable old cliché boy, who ended up stuck in the cage, being fattened up for the kill by a blind old witch. Then, a gunshot went off in his head, and he scrambled for the wadded newspaper that had held the book.

There will be local news, he thought. Locations. Dates. Some indication of where the fuck we are.

He had unfolded the newspaper and groaned with frustration immediately. It was a simple “funnies” page- anonymous as can be, with all bylines and identifying marks cut out or redacted. It was no help.

“Fuck,” he had said to himself. “They even did the crossword.”

And then his eyes had fallen on something else. The crossword had only been partly completed. Some of the words were done in pencil, and some were done in subtle red ink.

Curiouser and curiouser.

He examined the rest of the page. The “Junior Word Jumble” had also been completed- but it was clearly incorrect, and some blanks had two separate entries. In the ten available spaces had been squeezed sixteen red-inked letters.

“SHE KNOWS WHO RUNS IT”

The first word, “SHE”, had been written over twice, as if for emphasis. That same red color. His eyes returned to the crossword. The four words entered in red ink were, from top to bottom:

UNDERSTAND
I
CAN’T
TALKED

The word “I” was standing alone in what should have been a three-letter entry. Noah looked at the definitions.

All four words were wrong. They were not part of the crossword.

Now, back in the present, face-down on Mikura’s couch cushions and listening to the sounds of enthusiastic cocksucking from the adjacent room, Noah nonetheless found himself mulling the newspaper with the red ink- an unexpected delivery that he was now sure was a clue of some kind. He had meant to ask everyone else if they’d received any similar things- but the evening had been so much fun for all the girls, he had never found an appropriate time to bring up the unpleasant issue of The Flesh Project.

That had not stopped him from thinking about it.

A message? “Understand, I can’t talk.”?

He cautioned himself against getting overly excited- of moving too gleefully and blindly to the conclusion that someone out there must give a damn. Told himself that it was probably just some mean-spirited bastard having a little fun from his ivory tower. Try as Noah might, though- he couldn't heed his own warnings. It didn't seem like a joke. It seemed...

Real. And dead serious.

But why would the sender fudge the crossword answers, and then use the word “TALKED” instead of “TALK”? Why not just say “TALK”? Clearly, the sender had been limited in what words he or she could use. Noah thought it seemed likely that the message itself had already passed under a watchful eye- maybe the awkward wording was meant to obscure the message?

He shifted on the couch. In fact, that was likely. If the sender had been free to say anything, he or she would have simply told him all there was to know, including the location of the compound, the identity of the person or persons in charge of the Flesh Project, and, more importantly, the reason that the sender thought it was so goddamn important that Noah have that information. Important enough to sneak a message into his care package. So obviously the sender had been hamstrung.

A fact certainly reflected by the words:

UNDERSTAND
I
CAN’T
TALKED

Oh, I understand, Noah thought. I understand all too well, whoever you are. And boy, do I ever wish you could “talked”.

But was there really that great a difference between “TALK” and “TALKED”?

Ignoring that question for a moment, his mind turned back to the other message.

SHE KNOWS WHO RUNS IT.

Silently, he raised his eyes back to the half-open door to Mikura’s room.

One of you, he thought. One of you knows. And for whatever reason, you’re not telling. Is it because you don’t even know that you know?

He sighed, and closed his eyes.

Or because you’re part of the Project? One of them?


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The other women in the room were cheering April on. She had six inches of Setsume’s massive cock jammed into her youthful throat, but couldn’t seem to get any further. Her bright blue eyes were watering as she leaned forward onto the jutting prick before her, choking herself upon it, slurping noisily over the top of it. The fat heat of it filled her underage mouth, sliding against her cheeks and lips, awash with spit, while the head jammed itself down her little gullet, leaking salty pre-cum. The child’s lips were stretched obscenely over the shaft.

“Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh!” she squeaked, spit sliming from her mouth and down Setsume’s shaft. It was an animalistic, desperate sound.

“She can’t take anymore,” said Sarah. “It’s farther than I expected her to get. That cock is as thick as her arm.”

“Miss April, maybe you’d better stop,” ventured Mikura, clasping her nervous hands together in the deep valley between her breasts. Try as she might, she was unable to refer to the girl as simply “April”. And this moment didn’t seem like a good time to try increased familiarity. Especially in front of the girl’s mother.

“Good girl!” whispered Liz, rubbing April’s side. “Good girl! You’re doing very well! For such a small girl to suck such a huge cock, it’s amazing!”

Setsume could only grin like an idiot from her place on the bed, feeling the tightness of April’s pubescent throat as it massaged the top quarter of her cock. She laughed dizzily at the absurd mother and daughter bonding moment.

“Tonight, we’re all sluts for your big cock,” whispered Lola to Setsume, who could barely understand her. “Look at her suck it. Look at that little girl jam that big thing into her mouth.”

April was gurgling and turning blue. As her eyes rolled back in her head, Mikura and Liz moved forward to yank her off of Setsume’s fuckpole. April separated from it, muscles limp, throat gagging, a greasy trail of throatfuck slime still linking her mouth to Setsume’s dick. As she fell backward, the phlegm-rope broke with a wet snap, and April lay on the bed. She dry heaved, then spit up a small splash of yellowish-white spittle onto her own dazed face. The young girl was cock-struck. Her eyes did not even blink as the upchucked mixture of accumulated pre-cum and her own throat-butter splashed down across her angelic features, staining the bedspread and her tanned skin with equal measure.

“Oh, honey,” said Liz, stroking her. “You need to learn your limits.”

Mikura stroked April’s opposite shoulder lovingly. “She thinks she’s indestructible. They’re all like that at that age.”

“In-dick-structible!” slurred Setsume, eyes staring at the ceiling. The women laughed, and Liz crawled over to her side.

“Thank you for letting my daughter suck your beautiful cock,” Liz whispered, and the sick eroticism of such a statement, playing right into Lola’s fantasy of Setsume as queen of all women, nearly caused Lola to cream herself. Liz was, if nothing else, a master of bedroom utterances. Setsume only giggled.

“Now… you!” Setsume said, pointing an exaggerated finger at Liz. Her rampaging she-cock was still a monolith, braced by one hand at the base, jutting straight up into the warm air of the bedroom.

Liz began to slurp up and down the sides of Setsume’s 24-inch boner, obliterating the remnants of her daughter’s spit and replacing it with her own. The silicone blonde jiggled her tits from side to side as she exhaled sexily on the meat before her, then used a grasping hand to manipulate the shaft, battering the head across her face.

”Mmmm…yeah!” gasped Liz, slapping the top half of Setsume’s dick against her tanned cheek. “You don’t need to deep-throat a cock to make it feel like it’s in heaven!” Again, she battered the meat against her lips and cheeks, gasping with delight at the blood-engorged weight of it, the sexy heat of it. Using two hands, Liz jacked the shaft shamelessly, feeling every inch of Setsume with her palms and fingers, all the while licking and sucking loudly at the head, feeling sticky pre-cum splash over her puffy lips.

“God, I want this fucking dick inside me!” Liz rasped, sounding hot and bothered. She looked down at Setsume with a burning gaze. “Cum all over me.” She jacked Setsume’s dick with one hand as she pulled April firmly to a sitting position, then gathered the young girl to her side. April still looked shellshocked, and had not bothered to clean the mess of thick phlegm from her face. Her eyes stared, hypnotized, at Setsume’s cock. The girl’s blonde hair was plastered with sweat, and all could see that lines of wetness were dripping down one of her coltish legs- the lube emissions of her tiny cunt.

“Cum all over me and my little baby,” hissed Liz. “We want your cock juice, don’t we, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” said April. Her voice was wavering, high-pitched. “Oh yes, please, please. I want all of Miss Setsume’s cum!”

What perfect sluts! thought Lola. What beautiful, skillful sluts! Her had was fingering feverishly at her puffy pussy, drilling two at a time into her hole, searching for orgasms within.

Liz licked sloppily up the side of Setsume’s cock, making it as wet as she could, allowing spit to pour from the side of her mouth. April licked the same side, lower on the shaft, closer to Setsume’s churning balls and her bracing hand- and then Sarah and Mikura approached from the opposite side, bathing Setsume’s cock in an avalanche of tongues. Mikura delicately corkscrewed her long, pink one into Setsume’s pisshole, flicking and teasing, immersing the wet length of it in burgeoning sperm. Setsume’s piss pipe was choked with the watery beginnings of a monster load. Her urethral tube stood out starkly from her hairless, lengthy cock. With four mouths on her prong, Setsume’s drunken nerve endings were the only things keeping her from unleashing an explosive jizz fountain.

“Do you feel that, baby?” Lola asked. She sounded hoarse- a raspy, sexy whisper. Her cunt was on fire, and orgasm was coming. “They’re worshipping your cock. Just like me. Your cock is my alpha, my omega, my northern star, my father, son, and holy ghost, it frees me, it binds me, it leads me to oblivion, and rescues me from the edge of it. I fucking love it. And I fucking love you.”

Lola leaned down to Setsume’s ear. She was coming- creaming all over her own hand. She shuddered as she continued. “Uuuuuuuuuugh! I’m coming just from watching your cock get sucked! This is what you do to me! Now, I want you to do it to them!”

Setsume looked up at the scene around her cock, with blurry vision. Sarah was slurping up the side of her prick- and the redhead had one furious hand hammering away at her own cunt. Liz and April, mother and daughter, were fingering each other shamelessly as they sucked at the fat penis bobbing about their heads- and the sounds of Mikura masturbating herself were audible- wet, slimy noises of bubbling cunt cream. All four women were devouring Setsume cock in various ways, sucking at her balls, slurping up and down the smooth shaft, licking the bulbous head, flicking tongues into and around the fat pisshole- it was a Xanadu of cocksucking, and Lola, her Lola, was playing Kubla Khan.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm! I want your cum!” gasped Liz. She and Mikura met their mouths at the top of Setsume’s cock and intertwined tongues as they licked wetly over the head. Her hand was a blur at her crotch.

“Oh yes!” gasped Mikura. “My body- it’s so hot, thinking about it! I can’t contain myself! Please, shoot on me!” It was as close to dirty talk as she could muster. Of course, her look of utter adoration and submission, the desire in her stormy blue eyes, the willingness in her body language as she jammed three fingers into her sopping cunt- these things were worth more than words.

“Come on, Setsume,” goaded Sarah. “I want your sperm!”

“Me too!” added April.

“I-I…aaaaaaaaaugh…gonna cum!” groaned Setsume, and she moved both hands to her nipples, pulling and twisting her teenage titflesh into a pair of taut cones as she yanked fiercely, not caring in her drunkenness what anyone might think of her shameless, desperate attack on her own sensitive chest. Her legs straightened and locked. Her body was a toned valkyrie sprawl, teenage muscle churning beneath the perfect percentage of pert fat, bulging and working in the right places- a fuck machine with one big, upthrust piston.

“She’s doing it! Down on the bed!” Lola ordered, and the women sprang into action, laying out on the bed like cordwood, alternating directions. Liz and April lay with the legs facing the foot of the mattress, Mikura and Sarah lay with legs facing the head- and their faces converged in a line at the centre. Lola clamped a hand down on the top of Setsume’s cock, squeezing it, and ushered her drunken girlfriend off of the bed, tumbling over Mikura’s soft body before they hit the carpet on the floor.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaugh!” gasped Setsume. Lola’s hand was blocking her piss pipe- and her cock was ready to erupt! “No, please, don’t!”

“I’ll let you go if you get up and aim!” cried Lola, desperately, and Setsume scrambled to her feet, cock jutting. She was swaying like a drunken sailor- but the scene before her made the course of action clear. Four beautiful faces, four open mouths, four sets of expectant eyes.

There was April’s face, spit-splattered and angelic, eyes a California blue, lips parted wide to reveal impossibly white teeth, and a number of glittery dental fillings. And indeed, she was holding her mouth open in an exaggerated rictus, like a dentist had just asked her to say “Ahhhhhhhhhh!”

There was Sarah’s face, with a cute pug nose and great cheekbones, more gaunt than the rest, but with an elegant, runway sort of beauty- eyes burning a bright aquamarine, like an Indiglo watch, beneath bangs of sweaty red hair. Her lips were parted slightly, ready to receive whatever cum might splash down.

There was Mikura’s face, the only one with eyes closed- long brown hair fanned out beneath her head, cheeks pressed up against two other women. The proximity of the others allowed Setsume, even in her drunken state, to see and appreciate just how unique Mikura’s body was- how swells of flesh were exaggerated on her, and so too were points of thin, doll-like fragility. The long, swan-like neck, the thin arms, the beautiful, tiny nose.

Liz, the Barbie doll, the stacked, silicone blonde, with pink-painted lips either collagen-filled or (more likely) the result of lucky genetics, had her eyes open. Instead of looking at Setsume, she was looking across Mikura’s face to April- wondering how her daughter would react to the oncoming sperm-storm. Perhaps wanting to see her little face get painted white with thick cum, intending to use that image to fuel an orgasm inside the pussy that had borne her girl into the world.

All four women were frigging furiously at their sopping slits. April’s was a tight, puffy little package- Mikura’s, a wet and bubbling gash that was already staining the mattress. Sarah’s cunt was a sexy, red-muffed little pussy- and Liz’s a thick-lipped, bronze-colored crack, straight from the airbrushed pages of any men’s magazine.

“Cum on my face!” gasped Liz.

“Sperm us!” squealed April.

“Oh, Miss Setsume! Please! I can’t take any more of this! Do it!” wailed Mikura, eyes locked shut.

“Shoot it all over me!” groaned Sarah. “God, I’m going to fucking cum as soon as I feel your juice on me!”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!” warbled Setsume, mind reeling. Her cock was bulging in Lola’s clamping hand.

“Now! Baptize these bitches!” Lola whispered fiercely.

She let go of Setsume’s cock.

The dickgirl screamed, long and loud.

Her cock twitched, looming over the edge of the bed.

And then- the eruption.

Setsume shuddered as streams of thick sperm burst from her pisshole, firing out over the faces before her. This first shot crashed down on them all, but Sarah, who was furthest, caught the brunt, and the fat spermrope washed over her mouth. As she had promised, her body was immediately wracked with orgasm, every limb tensing, her tight ass lifting off of the bed as he legs straightened. She screamed through cum-stained lips- an impossibly loud and ecstatic shout.

Her balls spasming, Setsume arced another impossibly weighty rope of jizz over her prone targets, all of whom were groaning, extending tongues to catch the fallout, feeling hot semen rain down on their cheeks, noses, and shoulders. Setsume backed up slightly and directed one scalding cumshot directly into Liz’s face, as she was closest- it fired sloppily over her mouth and nose, smearing over her features as she groaned like an animal, feeling thick jizz form a bubbling seal over her lips. Setsume’s ass tightened again, and this time she stumbled forward and buried Mikura’s mouth in a glaze of searing ball-batter, firing almost directly into the older woman’s gullet, watching the powerful blast pile up inside her mouth. Mikura began to swallow.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!” Setsume wailed, lost in a haze of sensations. With Lola’s help, she directed her twitching cock toward April’s face, and the young girl received what she had been wishing for- a sticky facial from Setsume’s 24 inch long, goo-spraying fuck muscle. Her tiny face, already slick with her own spit, was lewdly splattered as rapid-fire spurts of dickgirl cum blurted from Setsume’s stretched pisshole and splashed on her delicate nose and mouth, the whiteness of the semen standing out against her tanned, youthful skin. Sizzling upon it. Staining it. Eagerly, her tongue snaked from her mouth to collect the gloopy, salt-tasting treasure.

With a thump, Lola dropped to her knees besides Setsume.

“Me!” she implored, presenting her defenseless face. “Cum on my face, too! Let me taste you!”

Though her orgasm was waning, Setsume did so, holding her cockhead just inches from the beautiful, emerald-eyed face of her girlfriend, firing fat arcs of white protein over her pale skin, criss-crossing her hair, eyes, and cheeks. The whiteness of the sperm in her black hair was a sight to behold. Lola laughed with joy as he face was spermed- and as she did, Setsume continued to come. Short gurgles of cum washed over Lola’s teeth and onto her tongue. The black-haired 19-year-old swallowed eagerly, licking the spermy sheen from her teeth like it was vanilla icing.

Setsume’s knees buckled- and Lola used her own body to cushion the fall of the taller girl, collapsing with her on the rug. She hugged Setsume close- and her work was not done.

“One left,” she rasped, mouth wet with Setsume’s jizz. “No favorites here. In the end, we’re all the same. All in it together.”

She hefted Setsume’s softening cock, knowing from experience that the dickgirl’s urethra would still be filled with sperm, sperm that would have to be squeezed out. Lola let Setsume settle on her back, and then raised the cock to settle between Setsume’s perky tits. She saw that Setsume’s cute little nipples were erect from the teasing and yanking that Setsume herself had inflicted. With orgasmic sounds echoing in her ears, raining down from the bed above, Lola aimed Setsume’s cockhead at the girl’s own face.

Setsume’s eyes were wide, and aware. Drunk or not, she knew exactly what her lover was doing. Her eyes were like steel. Unblinking. Lust-filled. And Lola didn’t flinch from that gaze, but embraced it- and moved a firm hand up the underside of Setsume’s cock, forcing the trapped cum from within. It erupted onto the dickgirl’s face in a spermy fan, painting her perfect features in a mask of uneven white, leaving streaks and globules at staggered points on her cheeks, nose, and lips.

Setsume could not speak. Her mouth, connected top lip to bottom by strands of her own sticky semen, struggled to form words, and in the end, settled for silent shapes. Her voice had failed, but Lola could read the halting movements of her lips.

Love…

You…

Lola kissed her. Tasting sperm, letting white, coppery wetness bathe two tongues as they intertwined. They laid together, locked in that kiss, listening to the sounds of fingering and groaning from the bed.

Setsume closed her eyes, and drifted off.


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She woke 15 minutes later, needing desperately to urinate. Setsume stumbled toward the bathroom, wobbling from side to side, and saw that the other women were resting on the bed- except for Sarah and Lola. Lola was behind her, having risen along with her. Sarah…

…was in the bathroom. As Setsume discovered when she opened the door. Sarah was on the toilet, spreading her cute pussy lips apart, allowing a stream of piss to splash down into the toilet. Lola approached Setsume from behind, and tried to draw her away from the door. Sarah had barely registered any surprise- and had certainly not stopped pissing. Her hair was plastered to her head, an indication that she had spent the interim 15 minutes eating out Mikura.

Lola tugged at Setsume gently. “It’s in use, dear. Just rest here, by the wall, she’ll be out soon.”

“B’gotta take a piss,” slurred Setsume, stumbling. “Rrrreally bad.”

Sarah looked up from the toilet shyly. “You can piss now, if you want,” she said, blushing.

Setsume took a quick step into the bathroom, leaning precariously, and then reached out to grab Lola, hauling the shorter young woman into the room after her. “My…aimer!” said Setsume, poising herself in front of the toilet that Sarah was already sitting on. She laughed drunkenly. Her cock swayed between her legs.

Sarah’s piss stream subsided, but she made no move to blot herself. She simply continued to sit on the can, watching Setsume’s swaying penis. Tentatively, Lola reached around Setsume and hoisted the cock she found there, pointing it at the small area of the bowl that was visible between Sarah’s thighs. She looked around Setsume’s shoulders to take careful aim- aware that some sort of weird threshold was being crossed.

“Ok,” she said. “Go ahead.”

A fat, glittering stream of golden piss began to pour from Setsume’s penis, splashing into the bowl and causing a large noise. Sarah gasped, and Lola could see her cheeks flush. The stream was mere inches from her thighs, and she could doubtless feel flecks of backsplash from the water surface. Her eyes flashed from Setsume’s pisshole, and then to Lola’s eyes. Then back to the golden urine issuing from the 24-inch, dangling flesh tube. As if asking permission.

Lola felt her cunt begin to stir.

Setsume let out an exaggerated sigh- a long, laborious “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” and then Sarah made her move- darting one arm out toward Setsume’s girlcock, and taking hold of the piss-spurting organ. Lola gasped, Setsume grunted with drunken surprise- and Sarah directed the shining piss stream, still going strong, into her eager mouth.

The redhead’s cheeks began to expand as Setsume filled her piss-thirsty maw with a sloshing mouthful of golden urine. Lola could tell that her teeth were immersed in it, her tongue, awash with it. Sarah gulped dramatically, and her mouth began to fill again. And then Setsume moved her head to the side and nuzzled Lola’s neck.

Lola turned, and- Setsume turned the nuzzle into a deep kiss.

“Mmmm…hmmmm-hm-hm-hm!” Setsume mumbled, laughing into Lola’s mouth even as she tongued merrily away.

Oh my god, thought Lola. I’m making out with my girlfriend while some other woman drinks the piss straight out of her cock!”

For the first time, she felt faint stirrings within herself- mental triggers- but there was no true danger here. Nothing to turn her. No unfamiliar people. Only a reminder of things past, and so very many events she would just as soon forget.

“Bllllllllllgh!” gulped Sarah, and a spout of yellow pee burbled out from between her lips and Setsume’s cockhead, splattering down her front and washing over her pussy. The fingers that Sarah had used to spread herself were now fingering furiously at her gash, and the noise had been yet another orgasm.

“Oh my god,” choked Lola, eyes wide. “This is so…”

Sarah released Setsume’s 24-inch meat from her mouth entirely, and the piss stream, still going strong even after four mouthfuls, sprayed down the front of Sarah’s body, washing over her cunt and rutting fingers, trickling into the toilet.

“Nasty,” the redhead finished, licking her lips, eyes tightly. “God, you pissed like a racehorse! I can feel it sloshing in my belly. Fuck, I came so hard.”

Sarah looked up at Lola. Then Setsume. “Sorry if…” she shrugged, looking slightly confused, but not embarrassed. “I don’t know.”

Setsume waved a hand at Sarah. Her cock had fallen to a perch on the white toilet seat. “S’fine, doan worry,” slurred the dickgirl.

Then she turned to Lola with bloodshot eyes. “Soooooooooo…whad else ya got planned for tonight?”