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The Innocent Fugitives
a Novel by Varkel
Copyright (C) 2001, Varkel



Chapter 18: Playing Both Ends


Alan felt a tap on his shoulder in the schoolyard and turned 
around to discover Bobbie.  Her face displayed a calculating 
expression that he was beginning to recognize.  She pulled him 
aside from the others despite his evident reluctance.

"We have to talk," she insisted.

He looked carefully around.  She had accosted him while the other 
boys argued passionately about the merits of two professional 
sports teams.  They were unlikely to notice his dalliance with 
the girl some were already calling "fast."  Hearing that, Alan 
had almost smiled; if they meant what he suspected, they didn't 
know the half of it!

"What'd your mother have to say?" he asked with more than 
ordinary curiosity.

Bobbie smiled slightly.  "I think she was jealous."

"You what?"

"She said you were cute."

His mouth dropped open.  "You mean she wasn't angry?"

The girl regarded him thoughtfully, taking a moment to consider 
her response.  "Of course she was angry.  I was naked, wasn't I?  
But she's not angry with you.  Would you like to do it again 
after school today?"

"Well, yeah, but I don't want your parents to catch us again."

"We could go to your place," she suggested innocently.

He sniffed.  "You know I'm not allowed to have anyone over."

"Well ..."  She hesitated as if reluctant to reveal something.  
"I know a place that's safe, where Paul-- where my parents never 
go.  It's in the basement of my apartment house."

"Down with the furnace?"

"No, not exactly.  It's a basement apartment where a college 
student lives.  He's not too awfully old."

Alan gaped at the girl in confusion.

"What I mean to say," she added in a rush, "is that the three of 
us could have fun together."

"The three of us?" the boy almost squeaked.

"Yeah.  He might want to touch you.  He's good looking, though, 
and not fat."

She almost grinned at the change in his expression.  In fact Alan 
was intrigued by the idea of playing with a guy and a girl at the 
same time.  He liked both kinds of sex, although this guy of 
Bobbie's was older and probably not as pretty as his cousin Carl.  
He actually smiled at Bobbie.

"There's just one problem," she added in an off-hand manner.  "He 
might not want to do it.  He's never been with a boy before, nor 
even with me."

"He's a stranger?" Alan asked incredulously.

"No, no, not that," Bobbie reassured the wide-eyed boy.  "I've 
been pestering him for a long time and he's always resisted me, 
but I think you could tempt him."

Alan was not a total naif.  He understood from the hunger in 
Bobbie's eyes that she meant to use him as bait, but if she 
thought it would work...  The memory of his night with Carl 
lingered agreeably.  He wanted to feel cock again, someone else's 
big cock.

"OK," he said just as the bell sounded end of recess.  "I'll meet 
you after school."


* * *


"Shit!" Tom exclaimed when his computer crashed for the third 
time in ten minutes.

He turned it off and stood up, at a loss about what to do.  It 
was a frosty November day.  A light snow fell outside his window, 
through which he saw Bobbie and a pretty friend returning from 
school.  He wondered for a moment what it would be like to take 
the child to bed, an eager girl who was not a virgin.  He 
understood he needed only to let it happen; Jenny had implied 
that the girl had tried everything and was game for it all.  He 
imagined her pink lips around his cock while her eyes laughed up 
at him, then the likely feel of the young pussy that had to be so 
tight --  He shook his head as if to rattle out such illicit 
thoughts, but they stayed with him nonetheless.

He started at the sound of knocking.  It was Bobbie, he knew, but 
she was with a friend, so perhaps this visit would be less 
threatening.  He crossed the room and opened the door to the two 
children.

"Hi, Tom," Bobbie chirped and pushed past him into the room.  
"This is my friend, Alan."

The boy, who possessed better manners than the girl, remained in 
the doorway, awaiting an invitation to enter.  Tom understood the 
child to be a boy only because Bobbie mentioned his masculine 
name.  His face was girlishly beautiful, and his bulky attire 
suggested no gender.  Tom gaped at the boy and felt a rush of 
something that fit perfectly with the partial erection begun by 
his earlier imagination.

"Please come in," he offered and stood aside.

Alan entered the apartment and looked about disdainfully at its 
messy clutter.

"Do you have any Coke, Tom?" the girl asked perfunctorily as she 
pulled open the refrigerator and withdrew two cans.

Tom said nothing, watching the two of them depress the tabs and 
take gulps.  They were just undisciplined kids, he thought, 
twelve year olds, but he could not deny that they were powerfully 
attractive.  For an instant he fantasized about watching children 
fucking, about fucking children.  The thought appalled him, 
shamed him, yet it was real.  He looked at these two lovely 
examples and felt paralyzed.

"It's hot in here, Tom," Bobbie said in a whiny voice and 
unzipped her heavy jacket.  Alan took off his parka.  They seemed 
to become smaller, even more childish, with the removal of their 
winter coats.  Their shoulders were rather narrow, the young man 
thought, although he noticed that the boy had an agreeable heft, 
more so than the girl.

Alan was prettier than the girl.  As Tom reached that conclusion, 
a concurrent tingling in his cock disturbed him.  He could 
imagine palming the boy's rosy cheeks and kissing the pouty lips.  
He knew he could imagine more than that, but he dared not indulge 
himself.

The kids put aside their coke cans and sat on the edge of Tom's 
bed.  Bobbie was obviously in charge.  When she hugged the boy 
for a lingering kiss, he resisted momentarily, eyes rolling 
around to gauge Tom's reaction.  But his lips visibly parted for 
the girl's tongue, and he hugged her in return.  After a moment 
she raised her head and looked slyly at Tom, who sat on the seedy 
couch watching them in stupefaction.

"We're going to get undressed, Tom.  Do you want to join us?" she 
asked in the most matter-of-fact way.

"You ... you can't ..."  He actually gasped for breath, unable to 
complete the sentence.

"It's so _hot_ in here, Tom.  I know you want us to be 
comfortable.  Come over here and sit with us, won't you?"

"I ...  If word got out --"

"What word?  Alan's not going to tell anyone.  We've got our own 
secrets."  Her voice became peremptory.  "Come on over here."

Like a zombie Tom rose from the couch and sat on the bed with 
them, Alan between him and the girl.

"Let's undress Alan," Bobbie suggested, eyes dancing.

"This ... this is not right, Bobbie," Tom protested weakly, yet 
his hand, as if under her control, rose to the boy's chest and 
undid a button.

Alan gave the man a warm, encouraging smile.  "I like guys, too, 
Tom."

"You ... you've been with guys?"

"Once.  My cousin."

"Wh-what did you do?"

"Everything, I guess."  He smiled around at the girl.  "And then 
I met Bobbie."

The admission granted a kind of permission.  Without conscious 
thought Tom embraced the lad, pushed him back on the bed and 
kissed his pretty lips fervently.

"Wow!" Bobbie exclaimed and stood to tear off her clothes, 
excited at the prospect of seeing guys having sex together.  "Get 
undressed," she said loudly and yanked the two of them apart.

Alan and Tom stood and disrobed hurriedly in silence.  Both faces 
were eager.  Alan lost his epicene quality, Tom noticed, when he 
pulled off his ski pants and stood naked except for his shorts, 
which tented dramatically.  He was clearly a boy, although more 
beautiful than Tom had ever imagined a boy could be.  He ogled 
Alan's shapely thighs as his hand clasped his own cock.  The nude 
Bobbie fell to her knees before Alan and pulled his shorts down 
to reveal the exquisite member, perhaps five slender inches long.  
To Tom's amazement the girl's mouth engulfed the entire fleshy 
pole.

These were children.  This was a mere boy who could present no 
possible threat to Tom's superior strength.  The explosion of 
lust in Tom's breast overrode any consideration of the fact that 
with a few indiscreet words this mere boy could later become a 
devastating menace.

"Let me!" Tom gasped and pushed the lovely boy onto the bed.  He 
fell in a frenzy upon the lad and kissed the soft thighs before 
taking the beautiful cock into his mouth.  He sucked greedily, 
eager to taste the boy's seed, which soon began to fill his 
mouth, spurt after spurt.

"Do me, do me!" Bobbie yelled excitedly, bouncing onto the bed 
beside the boy, where she lay with her knees raised and legs 
spread widely.  Even before he had swallowed the lad's semen Tom 
had shifted his hips upon the girl, who grabbed his cock and 
encased it in a warm, wet tightness.  He sighed, abandoning the 
boy, and pressed himself fully into the girl without further 
motion, relishing the exquisite physical sensation, eyes closed, 
face wreathed in a smile of ecstasy.  Many points of curiosity 
were being suddenly satisfied.

"Fuck me!" the girl complained, but before Tom could commence he 
felt a cock painfully invade his own asshole.

"Oh, my god!" he exclaimed but made no attempt to get away.  He 
endured the stinging thrusts from behind as he delighted at the 
girl's small movements under his cock.  He could not last long.  
A mind-boggling orgasm overwhelmed him just as the cock retreated 
from his ass, bringing him ecstatic pleasure in the entire pelvic 
region.

Tom flopped on his back as the ecstasy faded, sagging into a 
powerful post-coital depression enhanced by the now-appreciated 
gross illicitness of this encounter.  Good god almighty, what had 
he done?

A squealing beside him caught his attention and he raised to his 
knees, mouth agape at the charming sight of two lovely, hairless 
children kissing and fucking.  Bobbie suddenly cried out in 
orgasm but continued to thrust at her lover, who was prettier 
than she.  Tom's cock became hard again, dispelling all thoughts 
of anguish.  His smarting asshole provided the stimulus.  He 
grabbed the jar of Vaseline that the boy had left open on the 
night stand and slicked his cock.  The backs of Alan's graceful 
thighs were more alluring than any he had ever seen.  The perky 
butt seemed to invite penetration.  Tom climbed atop the soft 
flesh and pushed into the boy just as Bobbie screamed again in 
orgasm.  Alan yelled out in protest and tried to get away, but 
Bobbie held him from below and Tom's weight from above was 
sufficient to keep him in place.  Tom fucked furiously despite 
Alan's pleas for him to stop, even when the child began to cry.  
To his surprise the tears and wailing were even more stimulating.  
He fucked until he felt his cock tingle and then explode in 
enormous pleasure.

Afterward the three of them crowded the bed in silence for a 
minute or two.  Alan stilled sniffled.  Bobbie lay with her eyes 
closed, a blissful smile on her pretty lips.

"You didn't have to do it so roughly," Alan complained in a low 
voice.  "Next time be more gentle."

"Good god!" Tom muttered, turning himself away.  He felt his 
gorge rise.  He actually felt sick to the stomach.  A horrible 
self-loathing rose in his chest to replace the earlier lust.

Then a hand crept over his hip and clasped his polluted cock.  He 
raised up enough to see that it belonged to the lad.  "What are 
you doing?"

"My cousin Carl let me check his out, too.  I think I like the 
way puds are made.  Yours is nicer than his."

Puds?  Instead of querying that, Tom asked, "Nicer how?"

"It doesn't have the ... cover that Carl's had."

"You mean the foreskin?"

"Yeah, that's it.  Your pud is already soft."

Tom rotated to flat on his back.  Indeed the lad's "pud" was 
standing firm as ever.  Tom's hand slipped around it, stroking 
it, gently squeezing the tight little sack beneath it.  Thumb and 
finger compressed the prettily symmetrical glans.

"My pud used to stay up forever, too," Tom noted.

"Pud?" demanded the girl.  She sat up, staring at the two males.  
"Where'd you get that name?"

"From my mother," the boy admitted without thinking.

The girl giggled sneeringly.  "She calls it a _pud_?"

Alan gulped, blushing, and tried to conceal himself with his hand 
above Tom's.

Tom suggested, "Those who have one can call it whatever they 
like."

"I guess so," Bobbie agreed, suddenly serious.  "I wish I had 
one."

"You want to be a boy?" Alan asked incredulously.

"No, but I'd still like to have a dick.  I know how good it feels 
to stick one into a pussy."

Tom's eyebrows rose.  "How can you possibly know that?"

"Because I know how good it feels to the pussy.  If I wash both 
of them for you, will you stick them in me together?"


* * *


"You're very quiet tonight," Ruth observed, hand stroking his 
hard buttocks affectionately.  "Is it that bruise?"

The lieutenant raised up on his elbows and looked down at her 
with a whimsical smile.  "It ought to be.  I ought to be dwelling 
on how much worse it would have been if I'd landed on my head 
instead of my shoulders."

"It must have been a tall ladder," she suggested.

"Yes, it was."  His hand enclosed her nearer breast.  "Would you 
have jumped to catch me if you'd been there?"

"Oh, god, John!"  She scooted her face under his, arms flying 
around his neck, though careful to avoid the taped shoulder.  "I 
would save you from anything!"

He chuckled fondly, lowered his head and kissed her lingeringly.  
When their lips parted, he said, "I appreciate that sentiment, 
but don't start worrying about me.  It was a stupid mistake, one 
that I'll not make again."

He rolled slightly to the side as his hand strayed down her soft 
belly.  She parted her legs to ease his access, but she was still 
concerned about his mood.

"You said your bruise _ought_ to be why you're so quiet.  Is it 
something I did?"

His brow furrowed.  "Whatever are you talking about?"

"John, it's been four days since you stopped by here on the way 
back from Chicago."

His face blanked.  "I told you.  I had to do a lot of checking on 
that tip."

Her eyes searched back and forth on his.  "It's not another 
woman, is it, John?  I don't know what awful thing I would do if 
it's another woman."

He laughed briefly before choking it off.  His eyes narrowed.  
"Ruth, have you ever seen any evidence at all of my interest in a 
woman other than you?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"The first time you came in my shop, you bought a Slimline 
vibrator."

"I told you: that was for my mother."

"I know you did."

He grinned.  "Can't a guy buy a sex toy for his mother?"

Her expression never changed.  "What was the tip about, John?"

He removed his hands from her and sat up in the bed, dragging her 
up also by the arms still enwrapping his neck.  At last he 
answered, "The locked-room case."

"No kidding!"  Her suspicious expression faded.  She withdrew her 
arms and propped herself up in the bed.  "Can you tell me about 
it?"

"Some of it, just because you're you.  It goes without saying 
that's it all very confidential at this point."

"Of course."

"Evidence turned up in Chicago of someone making inquiries about 
Lanning and Collier.  I had to go back there for a couple days.  
You may have noticed I wasn't in the office."

"Oh, I noticed!  You mean, somebody inquiring besides you?"

"Yeah.  One man, apparently, a big one.  Likes to dress all in 
black.  Real cagey type, carrying photos of our suspects, doing 
some of the things I would do if I was in charge of Chicago 
police."

"They tipped you?"

"If you mean the Chicago police, no, not them.  I don't think 
_they'd_ notice anything out of the way unless the guy was 20 
feet tall.  No, I never did find out who tipped me, though it may 
have been somebody in the police, at that, because he knew my 
office extension.  I played the tape of his voice mail for the 
Chicago police, but they said they didn't know him, which they 
would, of course, if he was another cop."

"A big man who wears black," she mused, eyes distant.

He cocked an eyebrow.  "Does that ring a bell?"

"No, but the two voices on the 911 tapes ...  I listened to them 
many times.  They seemed to me to come from deep chests."

He laughed.  "Oh, yeah?  As I recall, you said the second was a 
woman disguising her voice to sound like a man."

She sniffed but smiled slowly and arched her back, lifting the 
heavy breasts.  "Can't a woman have a deep chest?"

"She can certainly have a tasty one!"  As he spoke, he squeezed 
up a nipple in his big hand.  "I'm hungry for you."  He bent his 
mouth to her.

"Oh, John!" she murmured, stroking his hair.  "I have _two_ 
mouths that will always be hungry for you!"


* * *


"Why wouldn't you sit with us today?"

Bobbie, halfway down the school's long front staircase, turned to 
find Peter Scort just behind her.  She made a face.  "Leave me 
alone."

But he grabbed her shoulder.  "Why wouldn't you?  Arnie and I got 
there specially early just to be sure of that desk."

She looked hastily around.  The other students pouring past like 
champagne from an uncorked bottle were ignoring them.  "You know 
why," she hissed, glaring at the boy.  "You talk too much."

"I what?  What do you mean?"

"What we did even got back to the teachers.  I won't sit with 
blabbermouths.  Now, I mean it: leave me the hell alone!"

She whirled and hurried away from the stunned lad.  At the street 
she looked back, but too many other bodies had come between them.  
She saw no one she knew.  Instead of turning right towards home, 
she turned left as Hawker had directed, and marched resolutely 
along the sidewalk, head down.  She reached the alley without 
incident and darted into it after a quick glance around.

Weaving around garbage cans, she finally spied the door with its 
knob set in a blue rectangle.  "It'll be unlocked," the man had 
whispered in the hall this morning.  "Just come on in.  Make sure 
it latches behind you."

It opened readily.  She closed it conscientiously, pushing until 
it clicked.  Stair steps rose immediately to the second floor.  
The walls were clean but undecorated.  She climbed the stairs 
lightly and turned on the top landing into a very large and 
peculiarly furnished room.

Her eyes swept around couches, chairs, large murals on two walls, 
machines on tripods -- cameras and lights as in the motel? -- and 
a bed upon the side of which sat Professor Nathaniel Hawker, 
naked except for lots of dark hair and a smile of welcome.  "Come 
on in, Bobbie, and take your clothes off.  I've already poured 
you a coke."

She came forward readily, dropping her book bag on the thick shag 
carpet, peeling off her coat.  "How'd you know for sure it was 
me?"

"Finish undressing and I'll show you while you drink your coke."

He watched, eyes glowing, as she removed everything, including 
shoes and socks, intending her nudity to match his own.  He 
commented, "God, I can't get over how lovely you are!  Your 
complexion is perfect, almost translucent.  Your legs, your butt 
cheeks, your waist are just beginning to take shape, with none of 
a grown woman's grossly exaggerated curvature.  Except for what's 
missing in front, Bobbie, especially with that Dutch-boy haircut, 
you could be a plump lad with a bit of fat on his chest.  How 
exquisite!  To my eye, you are just now at your peak of beauty."  
He sighed, then added as an afterthought, "You may not know this.  
At about your age, just before their testicles begin to pump 
testosterone, some boys exhibit nipples red and swollen as 
yours."

"But I do know," she responded serenely, stepping out of her 
panties.  "Alan's are like that."

"Good god!  They are?"  The man's eyes grew larger.

"And I've got some news for you about him."

"News?  Have you fucked him again?"

"Ya, but that's not the news."  She stood before him.  "How did 
you know it was me?"

"Look."  He indicated a portable computer open on a bedside tray 
table.  She recognized on its small screen a view of the alley 
she had just traversed.  He touched a key.  With a flick the 
scene showed a staircase descending to a door.  Another key 
produced a view of the back of a naked girl standing before a 
naked man seated on a bed, his hand touching a small device on a 
tray table.

"Cameras!" she exclaimed, looking around.  "Which one?"

"You can't see these," he answered with a smug grin, pleased by 
her astonishment.  "They're tiny, state of the art, disguised, 
not like those studio cameras on the tripods."

"Are you going to make pictures of what we do here?"

"Does that bother you?"

She considered it.  "Will you show me when you get them 
developed?"

He chuckled.  "I can show you immediately."  He brought his other 
hand to the little keyboard and typed something that began with 
the word "play."  On the screen a nearly naked miniature Bobbie 
was stepping out of her panties.  Her voice sounded tinnily:  
"But I do know; Alan's are like that."

"Wow!" she breathed.  He laughed.  With another touch the screen 
blanked to the usual icons.

The girl was intrigued.  "This could be fun.  I always wanted to 
know what I look like when I feel so good."

"I can show you."

She cocked her head thoughtfully.  "I've always wanted to set up 
a mirror where I could see a dick in my mouth."  Suddenly she sat 
down beside him.  Her hand darted out and enclosed his partial 
erection.  "Can you show that, too?"

"Yes, even in real time."  He keyed something else.  "Let me 
stand up.  Here, turn a little this way."  He thrust his hips 
forward.  "Go ahead, suck it in...  Now cock your eye around at 
the screen."

Her face, almost in profile, filled the little screen.  She was 
peering from the corner of the eye, half the bent shaft of a 
penis receding from her lips to its hairy nest.  She grunted 
nasal approval and applied suction, collapsing her cheek and 
straightening the sagging shaft.  The skin under her chin worked 
as she tongued him.  He glanced back and forth from the screen to 
the direct view.  Her fascination was evident in both.

"Bobbie," he murmured, "you certainly know how to do this!  I'll 
bet you even know to let up when you feel the first squirt!"  He 
sighed.  "But you better quit.  I'm not a young man like those 
boys in the basement.  Any more, once per afternoon is the best I 
can do.  I don't know how I want to inseminate you today, except 
not just yet, thanks very much."

He withdrew a glistening, fully distended penis from her mouth 
with a distinct "plop."  She leaned forward and licked the tip, 
causing the organ to twitch.

She grinned up at him with laughing eyes from her seat on the 
bedside.  "You're about to come, aren't you?  Go ahead.  Make a 
movie with it in my face."

"I've got plenty of movies like that," he retorted.  "What I 
don't have is one of my cock in a hairless cunt."

She frowned.  "You don't bring girls here?"

He studied her, finally shrugging.  "You're the first one this 
young."

"Why is that?"

"I think you know why, Bobbie."

Her eyes were calculating but she didn't respond.

He bent and pulled her up by the hand.  "Come on over here and 
drink your coke before it gets warm."

She followed docilely to a seat beside him at a dinette table, 
where a tumbler stood half-filled near an open soda can.  She 
took it up and sipped from it.

"You said you had some news about Alan," he suggested.

"Ya.  He likes grown men all right."

"How do you know."

"Because day before yesterday I helped one suck him and fuck him 
in the butt."

"Good god!  You ... you say you _helped_ one?"

"Ya.  Friend of mine."  She grinned.  "I made both of them fuck 
me, too."

"But a grown man?"

"Oh, yes.  Well, not as grown as you are, maybe.  I think he said 
he's in his twenties."

"What does he do?"

"Nothing.  Types on his computer sometimes."

"Is he rich?"

She shrugged, then laughed.  "He lives in the crummiest apartment 
in the building."

"And he took Alan anally?"

"He took --"  She laughed.  "I like that:  took him anally!  He 
sure did, made him bawl like a baby.  But he had it coming.  Alan 
fucked him up the -- I mean, took _him_ anally first, while he 
was fucking me!"

Hawker shook his head but straightened out the pronouns readily 
enough.  "If your grown man made Alan cry, then --  Say, how big 
was that guy's penis?"

She thought about it.  "About the same as yours, maybe a little 
bigger.  He was just rough.  Got too excited and forgot his 
grease."  She chuckled, shaking her head.  "But Alan must like it 
anyway.  He told ... my friend to go easier the next time.  Does 
that way feel better to a guy than a girl?"

Hawker chuckled.  "Now there's a question nobody can answer!  
Actually, my precocious little queen, I think it should feel 
better to the female.  Her sensitive area is much closer to the 
invading penis, especially in the middle of a fuck."

"What do you mean?"

"A man feels strongest on the end of his dick.  You feel 
strongest just above your cunny, which stays the same distance 
away no matter how good it feels.  Have you noticed that girls 
can climax from a spanking?  Well, the clit should also feel a 
cock compressing the flesh through the rectum."

Bobbie's eyes had widened.  "From a spanking!"

"Oh, yes."

"Show me!"

"No, thanks, that's too much work.  Wait till we get some boys in 
here."

"When will that be?"

"Oh, a day or two.  I can't get Myrtle to close up for me every 
day, you know."

"Your girl friend?"

"Hardly.  Myrtle Cloud, Ms. Cloud to you: the librarian."

The girl sniffed.  "Oh, _her_!"

"Speaking of boys, how would you like to become one briefly."

Her eyebrows rose.  "Become a boy?"  She laughed.  "That's 
funny."

"Yes, it is," he agreed, eyes twinkling.  "But what part: being a 
boy or becoming one?"

"What's funny is that just the other day I told someone I'd like 
to try it."

"Well, you've come to the right place."

She lost her humor and glanced quickly around the room.  "You're 
not a doctor, are you?"

"No, no!"  He chuckled.  "Nothing painful.  I never cause pain if 
I can help it."  He opened a drawer in one end of the tray table 
and took out a foot-long oddly shaped thing with three flesh-
colored prongs.  "What do you think of this?"

She examined it in wonder.  "This end is supposed to be a dick.  
I can tell that much.  But what are these other ends for?  Oh!  
You _can't_ mean ..."  She looked up at him with huge eyes.

He chuckled in delight.  "Ah, you are such a bright girl!  This 
flap around the base of the dick is to cover your pussy lips 
while the pad at the top presses on your clit.  The prong behind 
it goes into your pussy to help hold it -- and to let you feel it 
in case you can; people are still arguing about that.  But the 
bottom prong -- see how it's bent?  It goes up your ass, and that 
shoulder on it keeps it in you, especially if you clamp down.  
Then the penis sticks out and up, just like a boy's, and you can 
perform just like one."

"Oh, wow!" she breathed, feeling of the parts meant to contact 
her flesh.

"I bought this just last night with you in mind.  And me: notice 
the dick isn't too big.  Want to try it?"

"Oh, wow!" she again declaimed, eyes lit with anticipation.

 From the same drawer he took a small pot of cream and slathered 
its contents liberally on all three tips of the dildo.

"I smell roses," the girl noted.

"Would you prefer bananas?  Get up on the bed on your knees."

She stood up on the soft bed on bent knees and steadied herself 
on his shoulder as he crawled toward her.

"Spread them a bit further," he advised.  When she had complied, 
he started the vaginal prong, then rocked the rectal prong into 
place.  "Push out as if you're about to shit."

"I've been fucked --  I've been taken anally," she retorted.

"Have you!  Well, then, how does this compare?"  He slid both 
prongs into her, rocking the anal prong from side to side to pass 
its shoulder.

She winced.  "The bottom one ... almost hurts."

"Still?"

She wiggled her hips.  "N-n-no, not now."

"Well, look.  You're a boy!"

She giggled. "Wow!  But it's darker.  The skin is darker."

He heaved his real erection up towards her simulated one.  "So's 
mine.  Dick skin is often darker."

"Except the tip.  Yours is redder."

"But no bigger.  Hell, Bobbie, you're not a boy.  You're a man!"

"Yes, I am."  She thrust out her hips.  "I should've brought me a 
girl to fuck."

"Curious you should say that.  I'll be your girl."

Her eyes twinkled.  "Two-thirds of one, are you, Jolly Pink?"

"My tits are as big as yours, at least, Bob.  Should I say, 
Robert?"

Her lip curled.  "You sure do need a razor, Jolly.  Let's see if 
you know how to suck a dick."

"Oh, please, master," he whined, "don't make my tender mouth suck 
a nasty old dick!"

She pointed imperiously at him with a forefinger slightly askew, 
a very feminine gesture contrasting delightfully with the rampant 
instrument in her groin.  "On your elbows, you slut, and suck me 
off.  I'll fill you so full of jism it'll run out your ears."

The label on the pot of grease had declared itself safe in any 
orifice.  This was not planned in his program, but what the hell!  
Hawker raised up on his arms and sucked the slippery item into 
his mouth.  Unlike the real thing, it was cold on his tongue, and 
his head filled with the odor of roses.

"Deeper, woman!" the girl cried in her best imitation of a man's 
voice.  "You don't have half of it.  Every other woman could take 
it all."

In the back of the throat it nearly gagged him, but he held on 
for the sake of her game -- which also excited him mildly in a 
perverse way.  Another odor arrived from beneath his nose, 
unfamiliar but not unknown to him.

"Suck hard," she admonished him, "and don't you dare take it out.  
I'm about to come."

Doubtlessly she was repeating words she had heard at such a time.  
He wondered briefly if she could possibly have fellated more 
males then he, then decided her youth made it unlikely.  Could 
she have been serious?  He had been bobbing his head back and 
forth, letting an inch of the shaft slide either way and 
necessarily compressing the clitoris.  Could the sheer perversion 
of this little playlet be exciting for her, too?  He tilted his 
head back slightly, enough to see up past the curve of her belly.  
Her head was bent forward, staring down in fascination.

Suddenly she grinned -- and he strangled.  His mouth was full of 
warm liquid, salty, slightly bitter, with an unbelievable odor.  
He wanted to cough, but liquid was still arriving.  No one could 
spurt so much!

Then he understood: the dildo possessed a tube through the penile 
part, from a funnel-shaped opening under the clit pad all the way 
to the eye.  She had only to release her bladder.  The shipping 
box had declared it "fully functional," not quite the 
overstatement he had supposed.

He jerked back, getting a squirt up his nose in the process, and 
levitated backwards off the bed.  The toilet!  God, could he make 
it?

He dashed across the carpet, wider now than it had ever been 
before, and dived through the open bathroom door, throwing chest 
over the edge of the tub just in time for it to catch the first 
thick stream that vomited from his mouth.

He endured a bad thirty seconds, trying to cough between stomach 
heaves, an only too familiar dull pain spreading through his 
chest and into his left shoulder, but gradually the spasms eased.  
A cold cloth in a small hand wiped his forehead, another wiped 
the residue from around his mouth and beard.  Soon the odor of 
urine had departed or, more likely, been accepted by his nose as 
part of the environment.  Even the pain eased off without 
requiring nitro.

Good god, several cameras were also part of that environment!  
Well, he would at least find out if the Doppler tracking worked.  
He turned on the cold water to flush the soiled tub and finally 
looked around at the sober-faced girl kneeling beside him.

"I'm sorry," she said contritely.  "I didn't realize it might 
strangle you, and I don't understand that."

He choked off a sharp retort.  "You don't understand what?"

"Why I didn't think it might strangle you.  I got strangled the 
first time I sucked a cock and the second time, too, until I 
learned what to expect.  I guess I'm just dumb, Mr. Hawker.  Will 
you forgive me?"

"I prefer Jolly Pink, if you don't mind."

Her face lit.  "Oh, Jolly Pink Giant, you _do_ forgive me!"

He pulled her to him, hugging her around the hips.  "Actually 
that was a pretty clever trick."  He grinned.  "You must have 
felt that you were getting back at all the dicks that went the 
other way, huh?"

She shook her head.  "Not really.  I was just doing the whole 
job."  She sighed.  "Overdoing."

He smiled.  "The tapes of that, if they worked, will be pretty 
funny.  In about five years.  To show you how much I forgive you, 
I want you to put that dildo back in."

"You want to suck it again?"  Her expression was incredulous.

"No, but I do want you to be Robert and me Jolly once more.  
You'll get your revenge on men again, and this time I don't care 
if you do piss."




NEXT:  Chapter 19: Tom's Secret Admirer
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