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Milk of Human Hatred



   By Ed Rider



   "At last!" I shouted, after I sneaked a peek through the blinds.

   I wanted to make sure the Gang of Four couldn't hear me for two reasons.
One, if they did, maybe they'd turn around and come back.  Two, they might
high five each other if they heard my exasperation.

   But Laurel, Felicity, Mimi and Bianca were already getting into their
car in front of the house, seemingly oblivious to the fact that they had
destroyed half of my Sunday.

   "What is it with your friends?" I asked Ellen.  "Whenever they come here
and I'm around, they find ways to torment me."

   "What do you mean?" she asked.

   "For instance, today they allegedly came to work on somebody's shower
with you in the kitchen," I said.  "I tried to stay out of the way in the
living room with the Sunday paper and iPad.  But each of them managed to
get close to me multiple times and push me, nudge me, bump me, scratch me,
step on my feet, slap my ass, give me a couple of wedgies and worse."

   "What do mean worse?" said Ellen.

   "That sadistic Mimi.  I can't figure her out.  She looks like a
miniature doll, but she's vicious.  Twice she reached right into my boxers.
One time she grabbed my balls and squeezed them.  Did you tell her you
changed your mind and didn't want kids?"

   "What did she do the other time?"

   "Something really weird.  She was sticking her fingers between my ass
cheeks, and I moved away fast.  I don't even want to think about where she
was going with that one."

   "Why didn't you put on your clothes and go out somewhere?"

   "So I should just let them drive me from my own home?  Sorry, I mean our
home.  They're over here a lot, and it's the same every time, including
this conversation.  What is it with your friends?  You grew up with these
girls, and I'm not jealous that you're closer to them than you are to me in
some ways.  So what's bothering them?"

   "Do you really want to know?" said Ellen.  Her voice was quiet suddenly.

   "Yes," I said.

   "They hate you," she said.

   "What?  Why?  What have I ever done to them?"

   "It's not what you did to them.  It's what you did to me?"

   "What did I do to you?"

   She looked at me silently.  She knew I knew.

   "That was eight years ago," I said.

   There was only one bad thing I ever did to Ellen, but it was so bad that
I try to suppress it.  When I think about it, I get scared, and my brain
feels like it will explode.  Sometimes I dream about it, and it wakes me
up, and I can't fall asleep the rest of the night.  I spend the dark hours
reminding myself how I dodged a bullet bigger than a cannonball.

   I shouldn't be happily married to the most wonderful, most forgiving and
most beautiful woman in the world, and I know it.  The only time she ever
got angry with me was after the umpteenth time I made told her how perfect
she was and how lucky and undeserving I was.  She said if I didn't stop,
she would leave me.  She told me that she was as full of faults as I was,
and it made her squirm when I talked about her like she was a goddess for
me to worship.  Then I really lied and told her I really didn't feel that
way, and I promised her I would never bring it up again.

   My friends never could understand how close I came to jumping off a
cliff.  They'd remind me that we were all bastards and jerks in college
when it came to women, and that often the women weren't much better. 
They'd tell me some of the things they did, and some of the things that
were done to them.

   But none of them is married to Ellen.  When I met her my sophomore year,
it was as if she stepped out of a cloud.  We knew almost immediately we
were soulmates, and we moved in together the next year and announced our
engagement the summer before our senior year.

   Then came the slut.  I still don't know how she wove her web.  Probably,
she just did what she did automatically.  I'm sure she had done it before
me and continued to do it after me.  Once the spell was broken, I could see
there was nothing to her except for the amazing body and the wild sex.  But
that was later.  When I met her in a first semester senior class, my life
did a tailspin.

   Things inside of me came out that I didn't know were there, such as
total selfishness, callousness and obsession with pleasure.  I didn't lose
all my values, because I still realized that Ellen was something special,
so to be fair to her, I broke off the engagement, and I did it to her face.
She was stunned and then devastated.  She asked me again and again what was
wrong with her.  I kept trying to tell her that it wasn't her, but she
wouldn't believe me.

   The next day, I heard from each of the Gang of Four.  The conversations
all went the same way.  They sounded concerned and wanted to know what
happened, why did I feel I had to break up with Ellen, what had she done?
They were all calm informational conversations.

   But by the day after that, they had done some research and compared
notes.  Then I got a second call from each of them, and they let loose. 
They outdid themselves in thinking of vile names for me and describing the
painful things they'd like to do to me.  One of the milder ones was
reaching into my sockets with their fingernails and tearing my eyeballs
out. They detailed the slut's history and called her a bunch of names.

   I acted the gentleman and stood up for her against the raging banshees.
How noble I was!

   They told me that Ellen decided she couldn't handle college and left for
home, but that they were going after her.  They wouldn't let her ruin her
life, and they would get me for what I did to her if it was the last thing
they ever did.

   There was only one thing the Gang of Four called me that wasn't true:
stupid.  Well maybe I was.  It took me three weeks to realize that I had
made the biggest mistake of my life.  When I saw Ellen, a week after I
broke up, she was looking like she was among the living dead, but I didn't
respond then, except to feel glad that her friends had brought her back to
campus.  They had already taken everything of hers from my apartment.

   No, it wasn't seeing Ellen that did it, nor anything the slut did.  One
morning, I sat up in bed and felt like screaming.  No one else was around.
If I had a nightmare, I couldn't remember it, but I was having a wide-awake
nightmare.  It felt like a ton of bricks had come crashing down on my
brain. Something inside of me finally worked out what I had done.  I had
thrown away the only girl I ever loved and the only one I would ever be
happy with.  I had humiliated her and even driven her temporarily insane,
to the point where she had thought there was something wrong with her.  My
life was over.  I might as well kill myself right then.

   But my survival instinct was strong enough that it forced me to fight
the quicksand before I went under.  When I tried to get to Ellen, the Gang
of Four ran interference for her.  I soaked up their vicious contempt like
a sponge.  I loved them in a way, because they had saved Ellen and they
were defending her from a monster as ferociously as I would.  But I had to
find a way around them.

   By watching and stalking, I managed to surprise Ellen alone in a
clothing store.  She was coming out of the dressing room, when I fell at
her feet and went to pieces, begging for a second chance.  Ellen is smart,
but that day she was stupid.  She forgave me, and in seconds we were on the
floor together, holding each other and sobbing as customers and salespeople
gathered around us.  That's where Mimi found us, and when she saw what was
going on, she became like a female lion protecting one of her cubs.  She
was slapping, punching, pulling and scratching at me to tear Ellen loose
and pull her to her feet and out of the store so fast that Ellen seemed
like she was flying away from me.

   I wasn't allowed to see Ellen alone for two months.  Each time one of
the Gang of Four was with her when we met.  It didn't matter because Ellen
and I talked as if no one was there.  I could tell that our words were
making her friends physically ill, but I spoke from the heart instead of
trying to play games.  She believed me, but they were disgusted listening
to the person who had trampled her under his feet just a few weeks earlier.
They were angry that Ellen was keeping her promise to them to not do
anything in haste, yet they could tell she was still in love with me.

   Finally, Ellen put her foot down and said she would be seeing me alone.
And then came the ring, the wedding and all the rest.  I took the Gang of
Four out to dinner by myself and told them how much I loved them for what
they had done for Ellen, and I hoped that I would earn their trust by
treating her the way she deserved.  They were silent, which at least was an
improvement over the imaginative curses and names they had shared with me
up until the re-engagement was announced.  I'm sure the reason they never
brought up what I had done again was because they knew it would hurt Ellen.
They loved her so much that I was sure that they might even sacrifice their
lives to protect me, because they knew how much Ellen loved me.  I guess
that's why I put up with their mild abuse whenever they were around.

   Ellen was responding to my complaint.  "I know it was eight years ago,"
she said, "and I forgave you quickly and never regretted it one moment. 
But I don't know if they will ever forgive you completely, and it's
probably my fault.  Because they don't think I made you suffer enough
before I took you back.

   "Jeff, I love them for feeling that way, and I love you.  And I'm not
going to give either of you up.  And I'm sure, deep down, they don't want
me to give you up.  And you've even told me you love them for what they did
for me."

   "What about Tinker Bell invading my naked body?" I asked.

   "If you want me to talk to Mimi, I will," she said.  "There are a lot of
guys who'd love her putting her hands all over their private parts.  And
you know I'm not worried that she's trying to make a play for you."

   "Never mind," I said.  "I guess I'll just have to put up with their
pawing and pinching as atonement for my sins.  But you can tell Tinker Bell
that if she continues to explore, I'm going to do some exploring on her."

   "I will," said Ellen and laughed.



   A few days later, after dinner, she laughed again.

   "What's so funny?" he asked from the family room.

   "I don't know if you'll think it's that funny," said Ellen from her
desk. "I'm warning you that you may not want to see what Mimi attached to
her email."

   My curiosity was aroused and I went and stood behind Ellen, who was
sitting in front of her big monitor.

   "I told her that you may be sticking your fingers where she doesn't like
it if she continues doing that to you," said Ellen, "and this is her reply.
See where she wrote, 'This is what I'd like to do to Jeff.' OK, are you
ready for the video?

   "Yes," I said, wondering what sick thing Mimi had come up with.

   The video showed a naked man on his hands and knees.  He was facing away
from the camera, so you couldn't see his face, just his hairy ass.  A small
woman -- it wasn't Mimi, thank goodness -- came into the picture carrying a
jar.  She opened the jar and scooped out what looked like some grease and
began smearing it between his ass cheeks.  She also put the grease on his
penis, which was drooping down between his legs, and his testicles.

   Then she kneeled next to the man, facing his rear, and reached under him
to grab his penis with her right hand and began pumping it up and down,
sometimes shifting the hand to his testicles, which she fondled.  With her
left hand, she reached around and pushed a finger between his cheeks.  His
legs were spread, so you could see the finger going through the hair right
into the anus.

   She pushed some grease into him and began moving the finger in and out.
Then she pushed in more grease and added a second finger, then more grease
and a third.  Finally, she slowly pushed her entire hand in past the wrist
and moved it in and out at the same pace as her right hand was pumping the
penis.  Each time she did this, she pushed the hand in further.

   All of a sudden, the man's heavy breathing turned to moans.  He didn't
move, and she wasn't doing anything different.  She picked up the pace, and
then there was a soft plopping sound as some stuff came out of the end of
his penis and fell to the floor below it.

   Now she grabbed his penis hard where it joined his balls and began
pulling her hand down while squeezing his penis.  As she did, come started
to ooze out of it.  It was like she was squeezing toothpaste out of a tube.
The man was groaning in pain because of how hard she was squeezing his
penis.  After a few hard squeezes and pulls, there was a pile of white come
under him.  It was weird watching it because there was no sign that the man
had an orgasm, except for the dripping semen.  It seemed as if the woman
had done all the work and just turned the handle on a semen faucet.

   I heard Ellen's breathing, and it seemed heavy.  "Are you getting
aroused by this disgusting video," I said when it was over.

   "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it," she said.  "Anyway, maybe this
gives you a clue as to what Mimi's up to." She laughed.  "I'm sure she'd
love to make a video like that with you, and I know three others who'd love
it see it."

   "You forgot to count yourself," I said as I left the room.



   It was two Sundays later that the Gang of Four was back in the house
working on the wedding shower again, but I hadn't forgotten the previous
time or the video.  I made sure to wear the boxers where the hole flapped
open with the slightest move and let my robe hang loose so the Gang of Four
got an eyeful.

   Mimi came out of the kitchen one time and saw me sprawled in a
semi-exposed state across the couch.  She was quick, and she almost reached
in and grabbed something before quickly moving away as I reached out for
the crotch of her tight shorts.  She laughed as she spun away from my hand.

   "I heard you really enjoyed that fisting and milking video?" she said.

   "Yeah," I said.  "Is that the kind of thing you like to do with your
boyfriends?"

   "Don't knock it until you try it," she said with a laugh.  "Look at this
nice, clean fist.  I even trim my nails short.  Wouldn't you like me to put
it up your ass and milk you?"

   "What's all this milking business?" I asked.  "It looks like plain
masturbating to me."

   "That's where you're wrong," she said.  "Take another look at that
video. The woman is pulling on the penis to get it ready, but it never
really gets hard.  It's the hand in the ass that makes it happen.  The
prostate is somewhere inside there, and it's like a button, sort of like a
male clitoris.  If you press it right, the come starts flowing.  If the
guy's in pain, he doesn't get to ejaculate.  His stuff comes out, and he's
done, but there's no satisfaction, except for the woman, who's in complete
control.  I think it's one of the most demeaning things you can do to a
man."

   "How many times have you done it?" I asked.

   "Never," she said.  "I respect my men.  There's only one man I'd like to
do it to.  Bye."

   She went back to the kitchen.



   That was enough of that for me.  From then on, when I knew the Gang of
Four was going to be at our house for an extended period of time, I was out
of there.  But they were so much a part of Ellen's life that I couldn't
avoid them altogether.  And whenever I happened to be with one or more of
them out of earshot of others, I knew exactly what I was going to hear:
some variation of the fisting-milking invitation.

   Laurel, Felicity and Bianca were the crudest.  They would compete to
invent disgusting variations.  One of them was how they would reach inside
me for my lunch and then pull it out and feed it to me again.  Another was
how they would scoop up my semen and frost a brownie with it that they
would feed me.  Felicity was all for seeing if all eight of their hands
would fit inside, and Laurel wanted to see if she and Bianca could play
handball with my testicles.

   They were trying to be funny, but for some reason, even though she
attempted to make jokes, Mimi always sounded serious enough to scare me,
and I told Ellen this.  She said the girls had told her about the running
joke, and she told them she was starting to feel uncomfortable about it. 
They said if she gave the word, they'd stop, but she was always reluctant
to pressure them unless it was for something that she knew was for their
own good.  She asked me what I thought.

   "I think this is going to blow up sooner or later," I said.  "Maybe that
will be a good thing."

   "And maybe not," she said.  As usual, she was the smarter of us.



   A few weeks later, after a girl's night out -- which in her case always
consisted of a women's movie and some dinner -- she came home and told me
that I had made a good prediction.  The nasty joking had come to a place
where it couldn't go much further and couldn't get more bizarre.

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   "They all explained it to me at dinner, and I don't even know why I'm
telling you, except for the strangest part of all.  They told me that if
you go through with this, they promise that they will respect you, they
will never torment you again, they will put the past out of their minds and
they will love you like a brother.  I think the last part is not honest,
because they already love you like a brother, for my sake."

   "What do you mean by 'going through with this'?" I asked.

   "Oh it's too strange.  You know that video that they're obsessed with.
To try to get you to do that, they've made it into a contest.  It would be
you against one of the girls.  I'm not going to tell you more, because it's
too gross, and I've decided to butt out, so to speak.  I told them that
from now on, they would have to communicate with you directly, and I'm
telling you the same thing.  There must be better things for people to talk
about."

   "I'm curious," I said.  "Are you going to be angry if I talk to them,
just to find out."

   "Not at all," she said.  "Just don't tell me anything until the five of
you have finally resolved this."



   The next Tuesday, it was a girl's night out, minus Ellen and plus one
man, me.  We met at the Denny's near our home, and when I entered, I saw
them all talking like conspirators at a table in the far corner, even
though the dining room was almost empty.

   They began as soon as I sat down and paused every time the waitress came
within 10 feet of us and didn't resume until she passed beyond that
invisible line again.

   "What did Ellen tell you?" said Laurel.

   "Not much," I said, "except you've figured out a way for me to go along
with your strange fantasy, and in return, you'll lay off of me.  She
wouldn't say anything more."

   "Did she tell you that no matter what happens, if you agree to this, we
will put the past out of our minds, we'll respect you, we won't torment you
and we'll even go out of our way to do nice things for you and be good to
you, as if you were our beloved brother?" said Felicity.

   "We talked a lot about that, and a few of us didn't want to commit to
that much, but I guess we really want to do this, so in the end, everyone
came around.  We are prepared to swear this in front of you, or write it
down and sign in our blood, whatever you want."

   "It's the 'no matter what happens' part that sounds worrisome," I said.
"I have a feeling I would end up in the hospital if I go went through with
this.  I know you love Ellen, so I'm curious about exactly how much you'd
be willing to hurt her husband.  Then I'll probably tell you no."

   "That's fair," said Bianca, "so here's what we thought of.  Please don't
ask me any questions until I'm done, because we're so excited about this
that we have to tell you, even if you end up shooting our idea down."

   "It starts with us wanting to make a video of you getting fisted and
milked.  Of course, one of us four would be the one who does it, but the
other three would get to watch and make the video.  It would be for the
five of us only, unless Ellen wanted a copy, and we swear it would never go
on the Internet or be shown to anyone else.

   "We tried to think of what we could offer you to be humiliated like
this, but we were stumped until someone suggested maybe you might enjoy
humiliating us as much as vice versa.  Then it came to how we would handle
that since none of us wants to be at the receiving end.

   "Mimi is the one who came up with the idea of a contest, something like
a wrestling match.  We're all in good shape, and, I'll admit that since
Mimi thought of the contest, we've all been taking some lessons from a
former woman wrestler at the club.  You're not going to get a chance to do
that yourself, mainly because I got the impression from Ellen that we
better do this right away or else forget it.

   "So we have the advantage of the training.  Also, in our favor is that
all of us are pretty good sized for women, except Mimi.  Of course, you're
in good shape, too, and you're a man and larger than any of us, so that's
in your favor.  You won't know which one you're fighting until the second
we start, so the element of surprise will be in our favor.

   "Here's the contest.  We have 45 minutes on a wrestling mat.  After that
it's over, no matter what happens, and as we said, no matter what happens
at the match, we will keep our bargain.  In those 45 minutes, one of us is
going to try to get her fist into you and then milk you.  We'll have lots
of lighting, and the other three will have video cameras, so we'll get the
action from all angles.  Once we've squeezed every last bit of come from
you onto the mat, we'll make you lick it all up.  As soon as you do, it's
over.

   "Of course, that's if one of us wins.  For you to win, all you have to
do is stick one of your hands inside our vagina and the other inside our
anus.  You've got two goals, just like us.  And the advantage for you is
that even if we're in your anus and are pumping your penis, you might be
able to get both your fists in, and if you do, you've won and we'll have to
stop.  So you would be spared at least part of the humiliation.

   "We've figured that even if you're too strong for us and we can't
complete the milking, we might still be able to mortify you a little.  So
that would be a win-win, I guess.

   "But we're not after a win-win.  We want a win-loss, and we're going all
out to make sure that we degrade you and make you suffer, while we walk
away with no consequences.  And that brings us to the last part.

   "We've never really trusted you since you did that to Ellen in college,
and we don't trust you now.  Because you are bigger than us, you might try
to violate the rules.  But we will have a backup security plan to take care
of any tricks.  If one of us wins fair and square, and you try to do
something to her after you've lost, we'll be ready.  With four of us
against one, there's no telling what we might force on you.  Any
questions?"

   "What makes you think this won't injure me or I won't injure you?" I
said.

   "You've seen the videos," said Felicity.  "We're learning the right way
to do it to you.  You're going to be sore around your stretched anus and
inside your colon for a few weeks, and you might scream from pain every
time you go to the bathroom.  We'll try not to laugh as we see you limping
around.  But there will be no permanent damage.  We could never do that to
Ellen.  As for us, we've seen fisting videos of women, including
simultaneous fisting of the anus and vagina, and we're sure we'll survive."

   "Well, I'm not so sure," I said.  "And I am sure that no matter what
precautions you've taken, if one of you was accidentally hurt by me, Ellen
would never forgive me, no matter what promises she makes or what you'd
make her sign.  So for me it's a lose-lose."

   "So that's your copout," said Mimi.  Her face was twisted and angry, and
she almost spit her words at me with contempt.

   I looked at them.  Their eyes were glistening.  They were breathing
fast, and their faces were red.  They were on the verge of orgasm just
talking about this.  What strange people women are, I thought.

   "OK, Tinker Bell," I said.  I knew she hated it when I used my nickname
for her.  "I told you I was going to say no, but I'll wait until tomorrow
to give you my final decision, which is also going to be no, and here's
why.

   "Laurel, Felicity and Bianca are all average or above average sized
girls, so for the sake of your fantasy, I'll stipulate that they will
survive one of my fists in their ass while the other one is in their pussy.
But you are a different story.

   "I've heard that some tiny little cuties like you have enormous pussies,
big enough to drive a truck through, and maybe you're one of those.  But
you're going to have to prove that to me by tomorrow night.  You're going
to have to prove that you can take my fists in both holes at once.  I have
no idea how you're going to do that, but if it's not proven to my
satisfaction, I'll say no.

   "Your only alternative is to agree that Tinker Bell will not be the one
wrestling me.  I may still say no, but then I'll have to think of another
reason.  OK, I need to get home to Ellen.  I'm sure she's dying of
curiosity, but of course before I get there, you'll be telling her
everything on the phone.  I'll take care of the bill.  Thanks, ladies."

   When I walked in the door, Ellen said, "Get ready, Jeff.  They're all on
their way over here."

   "What?" I said.  "That wasn't part of the deal."

   "I can't believe you made a deal with them," she said.  "You have to
tell me more about this later.  But Mimi called and said they had to pick
something up and then come here and see you just for a second.  Here they
are now."

   They walked in without knocking.  They seemed to be in a kind of
military formation, and Mimi was the sergeant.  "You know what to do,
girls," she said.  They moved swiftly.  Felicity walked up to me and
grabbed my right arm at the wrist and pulled it away from my body, Bianca
took the hand with both of hers and pushed my fingers into a fist.  Then
Laurel rushed up and put a measuring tape around it.  "Eleven and three
quarters inches," she shouted out and took the tape away.  In a minute, the
Gang of Four was out the door without a goodbye.

   I laughed, and Ellen looked at me in amazement.  I told her everything
that happened at the restaurant.

   "That was awfully mean of you to talk about driving a truck through
Mimi's vagina," was the first thing she said.

   "You're right," I said, "I'm Mr.  Meanie.  They're just nice innocent
young girls.

   "I didn't say that," she said.  "I guess I always look at it from the
woman's perspective.  Let me take a look at that hand they measured."

   She grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs.  "Girls night out is over,"
she said.  "Now it's time for girl's night in."

   For the next hour and a half, I couldn't keep up with her.  She was like
a wild woman.  In the back of my mind, I knew that my meeting with her
friends had something to do with her passion and her multiple orgasms --
and my multiple orgasms that resulted from hers.



   "So you aren't going to say anything?" I said the next morning.

   "No, I told you that before," she said, speaking from her desk, "but I
am going to show you something.  Come in here, please.  Mimi said I was not
to forward this to you but only show it to you on my computer and then make
sure it was totally deleted, including out of the waste basket."

   I stood behind her.  "Blow it up," I said.

   "There," she said.  "I guess she showed you."

   There were three photos of Mimi attached to the email.  The first showed
her sitting at her kitchen table with the other three around her.  On the
table were two giant matching dildos that looked like real human penises
except they were too large.  The measuring tape was around one of them, and
when the photo was blown up large enough, it showed the dildo was 12 inches
around.

   In the second and third photos, Mimi was alone and naked from the waste
down.  In one of them, she was lying on her bed with one of the large
dildos pushed into her vagina.  In the second one, she was on all fours,
and the dildo in her vagina was joined by a second one sticking out of her
rear."

   "Let me sit down here for a second," I said.

   "OK," said Ellen, "but I'm going to be watching you to make sure you
don't try to send that to all your friends.  I can't believe that Mimi can
take those two things."

   I looked at the photos closely.  There was something strange about the
second and third ones.

   "I can't believe it either," I said, "and she didn't.  They're
Photoshop, not bad for a rush job, but they're fake."

   "You could really hurt her," said Ellen.  "She must really want to hurt
you badly."

   "Are you telling me that I should turn them down?" I said.

   "I'm not telling you anything," she said.

   "Not so fast," I said.  "Just like I thought, this is turning into a
lose-lose for me with you.  I thought about this, and I decided that I'm
going to do it.  I know that they're going to try to trick me, but even if
they do, I could live with it.

   "But you need to work out this thing with Mimi.  I have a funny feeling
she's the one, because she hates me more than then other three combined. 
And though right now I feel like I'd love to put my fists up her cute
little ass and her vagina, no matter what size it is, I'm going to hate
myself if I rip her open and she bleeds all the way to the hospital. 
You'll hate me, too.

   "So you're going to get involved with this whether you like it or not.
Here's what I want you to do today.  Email her right now and tell her that
I'm onto the Photoshop fake and that you need to talk to her at lunch. 
Then you need to question her and give me a report tonight.

   "Tell her I know she's going to try to trick me, but what if she makes a
mistake or I see through the trick.  I can pick her up with one hand and do
whatever I want with her.  If you feel like it, tell her that you'll be
angry with me if I rip her, but you'll also hate her for forcing me to do
it and you might cut her out of your life for a year.  Maybe that's too
strong.  But you know what to do."

   "Yes, I do," said Ellen, and she left for work.



   "You have my approval," she said when I walked in the door that night.

   "Tell me," I said.

   "I've never seen Mimi like that," she said.  "She wanted to tell me what
she was going to do to you if she was selected -- I'm pretty sure she's
going to fight like hell to be chosen -- but I told her I didn't want to
hear.  I told her no matter how confident she was, things could go wrong,
and no matter how good she was on PhotoShop, that wasn't going to help her
body recover from your huge fists ripping her plumbing apart.  Those are
the words I chose.

   "I told her that afterward you and I would be even more sorry than her,
and that I would probably need some space to deal with the guilt, since I'm
the only one of all of us who could shut this whole thing down before
anyone gets hurt.  I told her I couldn't even guarantee that I would ever
want to see her again.  I made it pretty strong.

   "But she has something inside her about this now that goes beyond what
happened in college.  The contest has taken on a life of its own, and taken
over her life, too.  She swore to me that in her preparation she had been
sticking larger and larger things inside both her vagina and anus even
though she knew she would win.

   "She swore to me that you couldn't hurt her even if you tried.  I
guaranteed to her that you would never attempt to consciously tear her, but
it might happen anyway.  She said that because of her build, that could
happen when she has her first child.  For everything I brought up, she had
a ready answer, and in the end that helped me make my decision.  Because
even though she's crazy, at least she's been thinking a lot about this and
realizes what you could do to her."

   "By the way, it's on for tomorrow night.  I told them they could use our
family room since it's a larger space than any of them have in their
apartments.  They're coming over after work to set things up, and you're
not supposed to show up until 9 p.m.  They wanted to make it a Friday
night, so everyone could have some recovery time over the weekend before
going back to work."



   When I arrived at 9, I had to admire what the Gang of Four had
accomplished.  They had turned our family room into a video studio.  There
were lights all over the place, and thick rubbery mats covering the carpet.
I took off my shoes and sank deeply into the mats as I walked around. 
There were several cameras on high tripods all around the edge of the mats
and next to them several at just above floor level.  The girls wanted video
from every possible angle in addition to what they were going to get on the
three handheld cameras.  They told me one handheld was for my expressions,
one for my opponent's expressions and one for our genitalia.

   Laurel told me to go upstairs and change into something easy to take
off. I noticed they were all in sweats and bare feet.  I put on shorts and
a T-shirt and came back down.



   "I've been elected spokeswoman," said Laurel when I got back, "so I'll
be doing whatever talking is necessary, but everything's been worked out by
the four of us, and we agreed on everything I'm going to say.  We're ready
for action.  Ellen wanted to watch, even though we warned her it might make
her sick to see what her friends are going to do to her husband.  She's
going to be over there in the dark behind those lights.

   "We have our insurance ready that you agreed on -- remember Jeff?  -- in
case you break the rules.  No, I'm not going to tell you what it is.  I'm
also not going to tell you which of us you will battle.  We decided that
all of us would prep, so that the three who aren't fighting would feel a
little of what the two fighters are feeling.

   "So listen carefully.  We're all going upstairs to your beautiful
spacious master bathroom, where we've got equipment set up.  The girls will
take turns cleaning themselves out and Jeff.  No, Jeff, you don't get to
put the enemas in us, even though we get to put them in you.  We'll all get
the same amount, two large doses to make sure there are no ugly surprises
on the video.

   "After the second dose, we'll put in a third one, but it will be a
lubricant to protect us from things that might go in where they normally
don't.  When the two combatants go at it, they will be pumped full of
lubricant, so some of it will squirt out during the action, but the pads on
the floor are all sealed so it will just collect on them and not hurt the
floor.

   "Once we're all lubricated, we'll go back downstairs and get started. 
Try not to let any lubricant squirt out as you walk down the stairs.  Ellen
said she didn't want to see any of the prep, so she's staying down here."

   In the bathroom, everyone took off their clothes, and I got a good
eyeful as I was filled up twice by Bianca.  The Gang of Four was parading
around me, and some of them even reached out and touched the pole that was
now sticking straight out from my crotch.

   If anything, they were even more beautiful than I had imagined.  I
sometimes wondered if the abundance of chest that Laurel, Felicity and
Bianca had was as natural as Ellen's.  It proved to be so.  And like her,
none of them had tattoos, piercings or shaved pubes, so my body responded
to them like gangbusters.

   As for Mimi, she didn't look like the androgynous fairy of her nickname.
She was much smaller than the others, but perfectly proportioned for her
height, with nice full breasts and a breathtakingly round rear.  Only
between her legs did there seem to be anything unusual.  She had twice as
big a bush as the others, and that really turned me on.  When she saw me
staring at it, she first pretended embarrassment and covered it with her
hands.  And then she calmly walked over to the toilet seat, which was still
down, sat on it, leaned back, lifted her legs up with her arms and pulled
them wide apart.  The furry growth at her crotch parted, and I saw right
into the puffy spread lips and the red juicy fruit inside them.  "I wish
Ellen could see this," I said, and Mimi laughed and closed her legs
quickly.

   Once everyone had two turns on the toilet -- at least that part was
private -- and we were all clean and lubricated, we walked back down
without bothering to put any clothes on, and I heard Ellen gasp as we
entered the family room.

   "We're now ready to begin," said Laurel.  "Since Jeff agreed that he has
a physical advantage, we have the element of surprise.  All of us are
equally prepped, but he doesn't yet know which one he will deal with.  And
he won't know until I announce my name or one of the others.  We'll all be
standing facing him about four feet from him, and both Jeff and we will all
be allowed to get into whatever stance we want.  As soon I announce the
first syllable of the woman, she will be free to attack.  Jeff will have
only a split second to figure out which of us is coming at him.  Then the
battle will be on.

   "The fight is over once Jeff has put his fists into both of our holes or
we have put one of ours into his ass and milked his semen out and made him
eat it.  Everything is fair except intentionally hurting the opponent.  For
instance, biting, pinching, scratching, gouging and things like that aren't
allowed.  If it happens, the person doing it forfeits and must submit to
the winner.  Since she's watching and is fair, if one of us thinks the
other has violated the rules and forfeited, Ellen will be the one who
decides.

   "Once Jeff wins or one of us wins, the loser must depart the ring
without any attempt at revenge or dirty tricks.  We have some insurance to
make sure that happens.  It's only for Jeff, because he's bigger than we
are.  If one of us loses and goes after him, we're sure he can handle us.
So Jeff, do you understand?  Once you are defeated, you must stop fighting
immediately and walk away.  If you agree to all the rules, everyone say yes
out loud.

   "Yes!" said all four women and me.  Then I heard a strange noise, sort
of like a ketchup bottle squirting.  I looked around and saw Mimi had a
strange expression on her face.

   "Oops, watch out," she said, I heard the noise again.  This time I saw
some lubricant running down her legs and onto the mat we were standing on.
There was already some there from the previous squirt, and it looked shiny
as it spread and formed into puddles.  I felt like a stuffed turkey with
all the lubricant inside me, but so far felt no need to expel any.

   I was thinking about my strategy.  Earlier, I thought to myself, would
they really let little Tinker Bell go up against me?  Maybe.  She really
wanted it the most.  But the other girls had more muscle and heft that they
could use against me, so it didn't make sense.  Then I decided that trying
to anticipate which one would be fighting me would render me almost
helpless to the attack I was sure would be coming.  They couldn't afford to
wait for me to adjust, because once that happened, I would have an
advantage that they couldn't overcome.  They needed to use the element of
surprise and would be going at me immediately with all their strength.  So
I had to come up with a strategy that would work for whoever attacked.

   It was actually very simple.  I would focus on balance, with my legs
just a little further apart than my shoulders and my upper body leaning
forward.  It would look like I was going to attack them.  But as soon as
one of them came at me, I would jump back out of the way, watch where she
landed and then make my first move.

   "Is everybody ready," said Laurel.  I heard another squirt of lubricant
and wondered if it was Mimi again.  Time to concentrate.

   "I'm going to yell the name out right now," said Laurel.  "It's
Meeeee-meee."

   I saw Mimi launch herself at me and stepped back quickly.  It was over
in seconds.

   That little bundle of energy didn't even try to grab for me or knock me
over.  Like she was in the Olympics swimming competition, she dove, not
into the pool, but right between my legs.  She was almost all the way
through before I could take a step backwards.  She was sliding on the
lubricant she had squirted out of her ass.  Why that dirty, tricky-- I
stopped thinking and started screaming.  On her way through my legs, she
had lifted her head up and slammed it right into my testicles.

   I froze and tried to keep my balance and deal with the pain at the same
time.  But she was lightning fast.  As soon as she got through my legs, she
turned around, bent down, grabbed my ankles and threw her entire little
body back as she pulled on them.  I did a belly flop and landed loud and
hard on the greasy mat.  Then she jumped up, ran back to me and sat down on
my back, facing my feet.

   The pain in my balls was still agonizing, but I tried to lift myself up
and throw her miniscule 110 pounds or so off of me.  But before I could,
she had stood up and then jumped in the air, landing with both feet on my
back, squashing me into the mat and kocking the wind out of me.  I tried to
recover, but she did it again and then again.  Once, she slipped on the
lubricant and came down even harder than she had before.

   I also helped her with my efforts to get up, because when I managed to
lift my stomach a few inches, her body slamming down on me and my legs
sliding away increased the momentum driving me into the mat.  Soon I was
dizzy and gasping for air.  She stopped for a second to listen to me and
stopped jumping, but she did stand up with her feet on each side of my back
and then sit down hard a few times.

   I was starting to feel faint, and then I felt her fingers prying open my
cheeks.  She was leaning her body down and using both hands.  I tried to
move, but then she lifted up her butt and slammed it down on me again a
couple of more times.  I was nauseous and lightheaded and stopped moving.
When she saw I was quiet, one of her fingers entered me.  She pulled it
out, bringing a lot of lube with it, and then stuck it back in, adding a
second finger.  It didn't take her long to get four fingers moving in and
out of my ass.  I decided to just lay there because if I moved, her cute
little ass would come down and knock me unconscious, and I knew if that
happened it was all over.

   I felt her adjust her four fingers, and then I no longer felt her
fingers stopped by her thumb.  I remembered the fisting video and knew she
had tucked her thumb behind her fingers and was now pushing all five
fingers into me.  I also knew what was coming next, and sure enough, she
was not just going in and out anymore, but was adding pressure each time
she pushed in.  I groaned as I felt the pressure stretching me.  My ass
wanted to let her in and end the pain, but it didn't know how.

   Finally, my body worked it out, and her hand burst into me all the way
past her wrist.  I couldn't help screaming with pain, but above my scream,
I heard cheers from the girls with the cameras.  Mimi relaxed and stopped
slamming her body into me.  She was breathing heavily and trying to recover
her strength.

   I tried to think.  I needed to get Mimi's hand out of me, but how?  I
couldn't get up, because she'd knock me down hard again, so I tried to move
in other ways.  I twisted and squirmed and slid all over the place.  Mimi
had made her hand into a fist inside me, and all I did with my twisting was
create tremendous pain inside my anus as her fist pulled at my insides. 
Wherever I went, her fist went with me.

   Finally, I stopped to catch my breath from the pain and my exertions. 
She was rested now, and she leaned back as far as she could without pulling
out of me and whispered.  "OK, Jeff, milking time," she said.  "I'm going
to get off of you on the side and twist my hand around as I get behind you.
Then you'll get up on your hands and knees and we'll begin.  The more you
help me, the faster I'll get done and we can be finished."

   "No way, you bitch.  I figured you'd be tricky, but you played dirty."

   "What do you mean?"

   "I mean that head butt into my balls.  You had me totally fooled when
you dived between my legs, and I'm sure you would have still be able to
pull my legs up and jump on me, but no, you had to make sure by cheating.
You're not going to get away with it."

   "Oh that," she said, trying to sound surprised.  "That was just an
accident." I could tell she was lying, and I told her.

   "Well, I'm so competitive, and losing is just not an option for me," she
said.  "I may have gone a little too far.  But you just admitted that I
would have got you anyway.  Plus Ellen didn't stop us, so she thought it
was fair."

   "That's because the way you did it, nobody could see.  When they watch
the video, it will be plain as hell from all those wonderful camera angles
you have."

   "What are you two talking about," yelled Bianca.  "Let's see some
milking.  We've only got 35 minutes left."

   "OK, I'm sorry I did that," whispered Mimi to me, "but now I have to
finish."

   "Not with my help," I said.  "I'm just going to lie here for the rest of
the time.  You've succeeded in humiliating me, so you'll have to be
satisfied with that."

   "Jeff, I thought about this, and I have to tell you now why you are
going to get on your hands and knees so I can milk you.  This is what is
going to happen.  When I get behind you, I'm going to slap your butt with
my left hand.  That will be the signal for you to get up.  If you don't
respond, I'm going to push in a little further, past the wrist, maybe
halfway to my elbow.

   "You'll feel my hand inside.  Maybe I'll wiggle my fingers or something
to make sure you stay alert.  Then I'm going to slap your butt again and
wait for you to rise.  If you still don't make a move, I'm going to push in
past my elbow.  If you still don't respond, I'll keep slapping and pushing
until I'm all the way to my shoulder.  Each time I stop, I'll do some hand
exercises inside you.  Then I'll pull quickly out of you all the way to my
wrist and then push all the way back in as hard as I can.  So first you'll
feel like I'm pulling all of your organs out of your body, and then like
I'm pushing them all back in.

   "Once I'm up to my shoulder, I'll slap your ass again.  If you still
don't respond, I'm going to start putting fingers from my left hand into
you and push them in and out until I think you're ready to take a second
hand.  Then comes a second arm next to the first one.  Then both arms start
moving in and out of you together.  Then both arms are pulled all the way
out and then pushed quickly all the way in to the shoulder.  And then --
but I think you've got the idea."

   She moved her hand inside me as she dismounted me and got behind me and
slapped my ass with her left hand.  I held out for a few slaps until the
first arm went in almost to her shoulder.  The room was totally still
except for the squishy sound of lubricant coming out of me around her arm
as she pushed it in further.  But when I got up on my hands and knees,
there were cheers from the three with the cameras.  I still didn't hear
anything from Ellen.

   Mimi began tugging at my limp penis.  I didn't feel any excitement at
all.  She fondled my testicles with her left hand and then went back to my
penis.  Back and forth.  At the same time, she was slowly moving her right
hand inside me.  She had pulled her arm back out until she was now in only
to the wrist.  She grabbed my penis tightly and slid her hand up and down.
Even with the lubricant, there was so much friction that she was rubbing it
raw.

   I felt a little stirring, and she leaned forward and whispered.  "That's
it, it's getting a little hard.  I think I can do it now.  Don't worry
about trying to come.  You can't.  Just relax and think of nothing and let
my hands and your body do all the work.  I'm going to start moving my hand
inside you to feel for your button.  I'm also going to yank your balls and
cock harder so they are primed.  When I hit your button, you will hardly
feel a thing.  Some sperm will come out automatically, just like your knee
jerks automatically when the doctor hits it with the rubber mallet.  You
may not even know anything came out until you hear the girls cheer.

   "After you've started, I'll be squeezing your penis like a toothpaste
tube, like you saw in the video, to get the rest out.  It will hurt a
little, but it will soon be over.  Once I see no more is coming, I'll let
go.  Then I'll guide you by making a fist inside you and pulling it in the
direction I want you to go.  Once the puddle of come is right below your
head, you can lean down and lick it all up off the mat like you're a dog.

   "When it's all cleaned up, I'm going to slowly pull my hand free.  To
make it more dramatic, I'll be making it a fist and pulling it very slowly.
When it pops out, your asshole will be wide open and huge.  It's called a
gape.  The cameras will shoot it closing up in slow motion.  Then we'll be
done.

   "Now it's time to tell you about the insurance.  Did you hear any
strange noises coming from the kitchen?  No.  Well there's a dog in there
named Roger.  It's Laurel's dog and it's a schnauzer.  Not a miniature
schnauzer.  A large schnauzer.  Did you know large schnauzers have among
the biggest equipment of any dog?

   "His penis is long, but definitely not as wide as my arm, so it will go
into you easily.  But after a while, he has a surprise for you.  It's
called his knot, and Roger's is as big as a grapefruit -- in other words
more than double the size of my little fist.  Roger can't finish mating
until he pushes his knot into you, so be prepared to be stretched a lot
more, along with a lot more pain.  After he gets it in, he'll come and then
be locked to you for a half-hour or more before he finally gets soft.

   "If you don't want to experience Roger, all you have to do after my fist
comes out is get up and walk out of the room.  If you try anything else,
the girls are committed to stopping you and making sure you are rogered by
Roger.  Do you understand?"

   "I hear you Tinker Bell, but since you've been kind enough to tell me
about all this, I'll also give you a warning.  I'm the loser in this
contest, but you cheated, and if it's the last thing I do, Roger or no
Roger, I'm not going to let you get away with it.  Do you understand?"

   She laughed.  "Jeff, why do you always have to make it hard on
yourself," she said.  "When you dumped Ellen for that slut, you nearly
screwed up your entire life, and you didn't realize it until weeks later.
Today you can cut your losses, but you've got to be macho and go down
fighting, so you're going to experience even more pain and humiliation from
Roger's knot.

   "I'm not worried about your feeble sore loser attempts.  I've got three
other pairs of hands and one big dog helping me.  So go ahead and give it
all you've got."

   The pulling and rubbing with her left hand became more painful and
violent.  I was sure I could never come this way, but she was right.  Her
hand searched around inside me, and she must have found the button.  All I
felt was a slight tingle, but I heard a huge cheer from the other three,
and then she began the toothpaste squeeze.  I tried to focus away from the
pain in my penis as she squeezed and began to start breathing slowly and
rhythmically.  I tried to regain my composure and start thinking instead of
reacting, but it was hard.

   I felt her hand inside me form into a fist and tug back slightly.  This
was my signal to move.  I moved back until I could see the pool of sperm
below me.  I had to overcome my nausea and try to concentrate on what I was
going to do next rather than the smell and taste of it as I licked it up.

   I licked very slowly and felt my strength returning to me even as I
fought back the urge to gag.

   "He's almost done," yelled out Mimi.  "When I pull out of him, he's
going to try something, so bring Roger in here.  And I need all of you to
help, so put down the cameras.

   "OK," said Felicity, "but I really wanted to get a close-up of his gape
and his face at the same time.  Do you think Ellen can take over on one of
the cameras?"

   "Ask her," said Mimi.  I understood clearly now that she was the one in
charge.

   "See if she'll focus on his face," said Mimi.  "Laurel will handle Roger
until he's coupled, Bianca is the strongest one of you and she'll help me
handle Jeff.  You can shoot the gape, Felicity, but the second it closes,
you need to drop the camera and help Bianca, me and Laurel.  Everybody
understand?"

   I counted in my mind.  Four of them could handle me, but two of them
would be temporarily busy with the dog and my gape.  I didn't stop to think
what either thing meant, but my calculations added up to a chance for me if
my timing was good and I had enough strength.  I heard barking.

   "Roger is all set," said Laurel.  "I've primed him and he's ready to
plunge into the first hole he can get to.  Bianca and Felicity are ready,
too, and Ellen has a camera."

   For a second, I was shocked.  I looked up and saw Ellen in front of me,
aiming the handheld at my face.  The look on her face was one I've never
seen before.  I couldn't read it at all.  She was a space alien.  I felt
like crying, but I focused on my anger and my plan.

   "OK," said Mimi, "get ready.  Here I go."

   I felt her behind me moving back on the mat.  I knew that after she
pulled her fist out of me, she would scurry back and hide behind the others
and the dog.  Now she was as far back as she could go, and her arm was
straight out in front of her.  Her body was stretched toward me, too.  I
felt the fist pulling against my anus.  Thank goodness she's small and has
short arms, I thought.  Maybe I have a chance.  Did I feel her legs at all
anymore.  Yes, I felt her knees brush my ankles.  She was trying to pull
them back further, but she had to scoot up a fraction in order to get the
leverage to pull her fist out slowly.  She could have easily contracted her
hand and been gone by now, but she really wanted to open me up so the video
would capture my gape.

   I felt the fist pulling against the muscles around my anus and realized
that if I could surprise Mimi, I had the best chance for my plan.  I moved
back toward her, pushing her hand back into me.  She knew something wasn't
right about that and scooted back away from me again and began pulling
harder.  Now I concentrated on counting down from 10 to zero.  At zero, I
was going to take a breath and push the muscles in my anus out.  I was
hoping it would loosen me enough that her fist would pop out before she was
ready.

   Four, three, two, one.  Push.  It worked.  She let out a cry as she fell
back unexpectedly.  My anus felt like it had been ripped wide open, but as
soon as her fist came out and she fell back, I turned around as fast as I
could and grabbed her ankles and pulled them toward me.  She came flying at
me as she slid on the lubricant.  As she realized what was happening, she
screamed out, "Help!"

   I felt some activity behind me, but I didn't care.  I reached for her
legs and quickly pulled them up in the air and then pushed them back over
her head.  I leaned against them to push them back further, lifting her ass
off the mat.  Her ankles were so small that I could hold both of them in my
left hand, so I was easily able to find her vagina with my right.  I
quickly inserted two fingers, then three, then four.  She was screaming,
and I felt hands behind me prying my cheeks open and something hard poking
around my rear.

   I put my thumb behind my fingers and began pushing into her.  "Get him
off of me," she screamed.  "Forget the dog." But it was too late, too late
for me and too late for her.

   I felt the dog slam into my rear and start pumping me like a piston
going 60 miles an hour.  But at the same time, my hand burst into Mimi, and
I saw her face begin to grimace from the pain.  "Help!" she said again, and
her voice was just a whisper.  I felt hands pulling at my shoulders and my
arm.

   "Hold it a minute if you don't want Mimi to get hurt," I said, puffing
as I felt the dog pounding inside me.  Mimi was right, he was smaller than
her arm.  But she had torn up my insides so much that despite all the lube,
his rapid thrusting still caused me horrible stabbing pains.  I need to
finish before that knot comes out, I thought.

   "Listen, I've got one hand inside Mimi's vagina, and I just made it into
a fist.  If you try to pull me off of her now, her entire body is going to
be pulled up in the air by my fist, unless it's too heavy.  In that case,
my fist will be ripped out of her, and she's so small that it could cause
major bruising or even tear her, and she'll need to go to the hospital for
stitches in her vagina.  Are you ready to call 911?"

   The hands let go of me, but the dog kept pounding.  I thought I felt
something pushing against my anus, and it was scary big.  I needed to
finish in a hurry.

   "Now everybody sit down and stay calm while I finish with Mimi.  You can
sob all you want, Mimi, but I'm not listening.  You know why I'm doing
this. So try to get comfortable with my hand in your vagina, because I'm
now putting two fingers into your anus.

   "OK, before I go any further, I'm going to push your legs back behind
your ears, one on each side, and I want you to put your hands straight up
in the air.  Please cooperate, and you'll make this less painful for both
of us.  That's it.

   "Now bring your hands down to your sides and over your legs.  Bring them
under your body and grab yourself.  Good.  That opens you up more and will
make access easier and less painful.  Now I'm putting a third finger inside
your rear and pushing it in and out, gently.  I know it hurts, believe me,
I know.  Now the fourth is going in, and now I'm putting the thumb behind
the other four.

   "Good, we're almost there.  I hear you screaming, but hold on so I can
finish quickly.  Now, I'm starting to push a little with all five fingers.
Look at that goo squirting out.  I can't believe this, Mimi.  You didn't
need to use PhotoShop.  You are really going to take my fist.  I feel
something start to give.  I'm almost there.  I'm in.  Ohhhh noooo!"

   The exclamation was because just as I pushed my hand into Mimi, I felt
Roger push through my resistance and put his huge knot inside of me.  At
the same time, Mimi let out a blood-curdling scream.

   Roger's knot felt like it was ripping me open.  I wondered if I was
bleeding.  I heard excitement behind me, but I think they didn't want to
cheer because of Mimi's position.

   It took me a minute to recover, and then I said, "OK, ladies.  Here we
are.  Roger's knotted to me, and I'm double knotted to Mimi.  We're going
to stay that way until Roger gets soft."

   Mimi was whimpering like a beaten dog.  "That will be nearly a
half-hour," she said.  "You could work your hands out of me right now,
Jeff. What more do you want from me?"

   "I want to make my hands into fists inside you, Mimi," I said.  "Then I
want to see if I can wiggle my fingers inside you and get a reaction.  I
want to see if I can feel my left hand with my right hand through the wall
separating your anus from your vagina.  I want to push them both into you
up to the elbow.  But I won't do any of those things, because I'm not as
sadistic as you are.

   "So until Roger is done, I'll just enjoy looking at your beautiful, sexy
bush and your beautiful perfectly proportioned breasts.  You are like a
perfect doll who's come to life and is so hot that you're turning me on
even though I'm in more pain than I've ever been in.  How can such a sick
mind inhabit a body so beautiful and alluring?"

   Mimi kept whimpering, but I heard other voices now.  I strained my ears
and heard Bianca say, "You're kidding, Laurel.  He really does that?  Do
you think we should ---"

   "Shhhh," said Laurel.  She was quiet a moment and then she whispered
something.  I couldn't hear it.  She said it a little louder, and I felt
the dead weight of Roger shifting on my back.  She kept repeating it over
and over without speaking louder, and then I finally heard it clearly.  She
was saying "Here, boy!" I yelled at her, but it was too late.

   Roger had lifted one of his legs up and brought it over me to the other
side.  I felt his knot twist inside me and another stab of pain.  Now he
was facing away from me and looking at Laurel.  I looked behind me and saw
Bianca running to the kitchen and coming back.  "Do you think he likes
these," she said.  "Oh yes," said Laurel.

   "Let me," said Bianca.

   "OK," said Laurel, "but be careful."

   Bianca was holding some kind of cookie or cracker thing in her hand, and
she was on the mat crawling toward us.  "Here boy," she said as she stopped
a few feet away and reached the snack out to Roger.  He licked it out of
her hand and into his mouth.

   "He likes it," said Bianca.  "Here, boy." She moved back a little and
held out another snack.  Roger couldn't reach it, so he began walking to
her.  I felt a huge pain in my backside as his knot tried to pull out of my
rear.  I moved backwards quickly to ease the pressure, and as I did so, I
pulled Mimi toward me by my hands inside her.  Her little body slid toward
me on the lubricant.

   "Stop it!  You're killing me!" she screamed.

   "I can't help it," I said, "Your friends are playing games with the dog.
Get ready, here we go again."

   Bianca led Roger all round the mat.  I tried to move backward as fast as
I could to follow him and warned Mimi when to move with me.  As the three
connected animals moved erratically around the room, I heard Felicity say,
"This is amazing.  Wait until you see this video."

   Finally I felt a looseness inside me, and soon Roger was out of me and
sent back into the kitchen.

   "Last scene," I said.  "I'm going to pull out of Mimi one hole at a
time. I should make a big fist like she did so you can film her gape, but
I'm going to squeeze my fingers together and make my hands as small as I
can and do it very slowly to minimize her pain and keep from ripping her
open.  You wouldn't do that for me, would you, Mimi?  Just another way
we're different.  OK, Mimi, you need to work with me."

   Mimi cooperated and it was a lot easier for her to disengage than it had
been for me.  Once she was free, she screamed and slapped my face as hard
as she could and pounded on my chest with her little fists.  That was a
mistake, because I still had enough strength to grab her and pull her
greasy body to me.  As exhausted as I was, the feel of her flesh pressed to
mine managed to arouse me, and as she felt it, she flinched and then stared
down at my penis.

   I put my arms around her and pushed my lips on hers and forced a kiss on
her, pushing my tongue inside her mouth as far as it would go.  I held her
like that for a minute, and then I got a shock.  She seemed to be returning
my kiss with her tongue and began rubbing her greasy crotch against my
penis, arousing me even more.

   I waited for her to try and knee me or kick me, but she kept on kissing
me passionately and rubbing against me.  She didn't stop until I pulled
away and stared at her.  For a moment, she returned my gaze, and I saw
there was a strange expression on her face that I had never seen before. 
Then she laughed a nervous laugh and jumped up and ran to the bathroom.

   I was exhausted and fell to the floor.  I saw the other women put down
their cameras and smile at me.  I tried to smile back, but I don't know if
I succeeded.



   "Please call me Tinker Bell," said Mimi a month later when the Gang of
Four, Ellen and I were having dinner.

   "I thought you hated that name," I said.

   "Not anymore," she said.  "I like that you have a pet name for me.  I
know you were using it to torment me because my body is not as voluptuous
as the other girls.  But unless you were lying, you were really lusting
after me when we had our contest."

   "I wasn't lying," I said.  "If I wasn't married to the most beautiful
and amazing woman in the world, I'd be coming on to you right now."

   "Thank you," she said.  "I'm so tired of guys telling me how cute and
tiny I am, like I'm a doll on a shelf.  I think it gets me angry, and that
carries over to other things."

   "I know what you're talking about from painful experience," I said with
a laugh.  Looking around, I could see that all the people in the restaurant
were staring at our table and wondering what was that one average looking
guy doing having such a great time with those five incredible beauties.  I
loved it.

   Everything had been quiet after the contest was over.  Ellen and I
didn't say a word to each other when we went to bed, and I fell into an
exhausted sleep immediately.  I woke up the next morning and felt great
until I stood up.  Then I felt tremendous pain between my buttocks that
seemed to spread into my colon and from there radiate through my entire
lower body.  I tried to find a comfortable position for walking and
sitting, but it was impossible, and two weeks later there was still an
occasional twinge.

   Ellen was little comfort.  "I'm sure Mimi is feeling a hundred times
worse," she said.  "How could you do that to her?"

   "Did you see the video of what she did to me?"

   "Yes, I did, but two wrongs don't make a right."

   I asked Ellen what she was feeling while watching the contest and why
she volunteered for video duty.

   "I can't answer those questions," she said.  "I've been asking them to
myself.  All I can say is that something came over me while I was watching
you and Mimi.  It was like I was in a trance, but at the same time, I was
getting tremendously aroused.  Friends have told me that they could
sometimes orgasm just using their minds, without even being touched, and
now I believe them.  I came three times while watching you and Mimi and
Roger."

   The Gang of Four and I managed to avoid each other for a couple of
weeks, but then we were all at the gallery opening of a friend of Ellen's.
We tiptoed around each other for a while, but at almost the same time, we
decided to hell with that.

   As we began talking, the meanness and nasty humor of our previous
conversations weren't there anymore.  Instead, I began finding out more
about them, and the more I found out, the more I liked them.  Why had I
been so stupid, I thought to myself.  They were friends of Ellen, and Ellen
wouldn't have friends who weren't nice people.

   Felicity did some video editing at work, so she took on the project. 
With all the angles from all the cameras, it took her two months to make
the 35-minute production.

   The world premiere was at our house, and all the participants except
Roger attended.  We all watched in totally mesmerized silence.  Felicity
had added some nice music and other touches, but the brutal reality of what
we had done overwhelmed everything else.  Afterward, everybody seemed
nervous and careful when talking about it.  The consensus was that we had
shared in a unique moment in the history of the world, whether there was
anything significant in it or not.

   I didn't watch it after that, except on the anniversary of the contest,
when we all got together for a screening.  But the other women apparently
saw it a lot.

   One night, when Ellen came home from a girl's night out, she said that
they had a viewing after dinner.

   "You have to promise me something in case I get run over by a bus," she
said.

   "What's that?" I said.

   "First of all, if any of my friends are married, you have to promise not
to destroy their marriages.  And if more than one is still single, you're
not allowed to marry any of them.  You'll have to let all of them move in
here and be your harem."

   "Where is this coming from?" I asked.

   "It's because they all love you so much," she said.  "I become jealous
when I listen to them.  They want to know everything that happens to you,
and they worry about you a lot more than I do."

   Even on days when she doesn't watch the video.  Ellen uses it to get
herself aroused, just by talking about it.  "I know I can never imagine how
much discomfort you went through that night," she said one night, "but
maybe for some special occasion, like a really important anniversary or
birthday if you would consider letting me milk you.  I promise I won't be
as brutal as Mimi was, although I have to admit I loved what she did.

   "Maybe you'd let me do that if you got to fist me first in my vagina, or
both places at the same time, like you did to Mimi?"

   On another night, she said, "What would you think of me hiring a big man
with a really huge penis to make love to you in your ass while I was lying
under you in a 69.  After he fills you with an incredible amount of sperm,
I would eat it all out of your ass.  Or what if he did that to me, and you
would eat it out of my ass."

   Of course, it was all talk, but for her it was an aphrodisiac, because
after these conversations, she turned into a nymphomaniac, and I couldn't
keep up with her, although I had a great time trying.

   Another time, she came home from a girls' night out and told me, "We
spent the entire night talking about a fivesome with you, how it would
work, who would do what to whom and so on.  It was getting more and more
real to us until Mimi said she wouldn't participate even though the idea
sounded incredibly hot.  She said we wouldn't know until afterward whether
it would destroy our marriage and friendships, and no matter how good the
sex was, it wasn't worth that price.  Let's go to bed."

   "Let's go to bed" was what she said when she was anxious for a night of
wild sex.  While we were going at it, I thought about the fivesome idea and
about Mimi shooting it down.  I hoped Ellen didn't see that I was a little
sad when I heard the story.

   That's because I knew Mimi wouldn't let the girls do anything that would
change the way things are now.  Mimi and I are in deeply in love, both
emotionally and physically.  Sometimes I think Ellen knows it, but she's
smart enough to never bring it up.

   Mimi and I have never spoken of our love, because we don't have to,
since we know that it will never be consummated again -- if you can call
that long kiss and her rubbing against me a consummation.  We both love
Ellen too much to ever hook up.

   Even though we've never discussed it, we are both careful that we are
never alone together.  When I greet the Gang of Four and kiss them each on
the cheek, she and I exchange the fastest kisses of all.  When I
unconsciously look at her with sadness and desire and she spots me, she
quickly yawns or gets up or turns the other way or does something to make
me snap out of it.  But most of the time, she's the one who lets her guard
down, and I'm the one who has to leave the room or distract the others
until she can get hold of herself.

   When Ellen told me we needed to find Mimi a husband, I jumped into the
project enthusiastically.  Ellen says I'm too picky, and that Mimi would
love to be married to someone like me.  I told her that she had to pardon
me for bringing this up again, but although I was happy and grateful she
had settled for me, there was no way I was going to let Mimi make a mistake
like that.
   

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