The Ugly One
Chapter Eleven
by be287m

I awoke confused and disoriented.  Things were different than I’d expected.  It took a few minutes for the mental fog to lift.

I was cuddled in with a nude woman, still gently sleeping.  This was different than most mornings.  This was good.  I tried to imagine what it would be like for this to be normal; for waking up alone to be different instead.  I tried to imagine it but eventually quit, unable to wrap my mind around it.  I just couldn’t, as it was still too new of a phenomenon for me.  I couldn’t predict what more would feel like.

Then I started thinking about the night before.  I’d spent the entire evening talking and laughing with attractive women.  Something that was inconceivable before my last visit here a mere . . . what?  Seven months ago?

If only they’d wanted me.

Summer stirred a little but didn’t open her eyes.  I remembered her comment about wanting to try out my tongue.  I remembered her taking me to bed back at Thanksgiving.  I wasn’t so sure I could dismiss her as a nymphomaniac anymore.  Sure, she was open about sex and nudity, but she hadn’t made a serious pass at me since I’d arrived.  Calling her a horse-raising-closet-nudist-good-listening-nymphomaniac-who-helped-her-friends was a little complex.  Maybe I should just settle for calling her Summer.  It was her name, wasn’t it?

Nature called, so I grabbed my glasses and carefully slid out of bed.  Afterwards, I gingerly headed toward the kitchen in search of coffee.  In the hall, in front of a mirror, stood a small shelf with some notebooks on it.  One of them caught my eye.  It was titled “Portfolio.”

I stopped and flipped open the cover.  Plastic sleeves captured black and white photos of a nude woman.  The model was Summer.  I slowly turned the pages.  The photos were gorgeous, reminding me of Craig Morey’s work.  The focus was crisp but not harsh, the poses elegant.  Summer continually had a come-on look in her eye.  There was nothing explicit or remotely vulgar in any of the pictures, but her eyes conveyed the message that she would fuck you if you dared to be worthy.

Several loose leaf pages later were several photos of Summer posed with a black woman.  They were curled together, highlighting the skin tone differences.  I looked a little closer.  The woman was Rochelle.  I was surprised.  She hadn’t looked nearly as radiant or as beautiful last night as she did in these photos.  The camera had made her beautiful.

Or had it?  Lynn was just as beautiful as her alter-ego Tamara, despite the more casual clothes and lack of makeup.  She wasn’t different; it was just what people saw when they looked at her that changed.  Was the camera really making Rochelle more beautiful, or just seeing something different that was still there?

My movement in the mirror caught my eye.  I looked up at my reflection.  My shrink kept saying I wasn’t as ugly as I thought I was.  Tamara kept saying the same thing too.  Even Angie hadn’t seen me as ugly.  I stared at the mirror.  Were they seeing something different than I did?  Different but still there?

My eyes were still uneven and my ears lopsided.  They didn’t change regardless of how I turned my head.  My nose was still a mess, though maybe the lumps on my skull weren’t really as big as I thought.  The scars on my chest still ran zigzag, creating an unsolved puzzle or maze across my skin.  I was barefoot so my stance was lopsided, without the correction for leg length difference in my shoes.  My arms still looked strange when I raised my hands and the length difference became apparent.  No matter how I turned, I lacked the symmetry that defined beauty.  I was objectively ugly.

So what were they seeing?

Soft feet padded down the hall toward me.  I didn’t look to the side until Summer’s image joined mine in the mirror.  She slid an arm around me, her naked breast pressed into my side.

“What are you looking at?” she asked, also gazing into the mirror.

“Right now?  Beauty and the Beast.”  Summer frowned, so I continued.  “I’m trying to see what you guys see.  To me, I’m ugly.  I’m objectively ugly.  But you and Tamara see something else.”

“You have beautiful eyes,” Summer answered.  “They’re a gorgeous blue and they glow when you’re having a good time.”

“Really?”

“Really.  You’re also cute when you blush.”  Which of course triggered a deep blush.

“As for your body . . .”  Her eyes trailed down as she spoke.  You have a great cock.”  I raised my eyes in surprise.  “It’s gorgeous--and trust me, I see a lot of cocks.”  I had to grant her that.

“It also feels great, whether it’s in my pussy or my mouth.  In fact . . .”

Summer sank to her knees and pushed on my hips, gently turning me to face her.  She slid her hands inward, cupping my balls and growing erection.  Summer leaned in and appeared to scrutinize every inch.  She looked up, meeting my eyes, and smiled.

“Absolutely gorgeous.”

With that, she opened her mouth and slowly slid my cock between her lips.  I gasped.  She was doing things with her tongue that I couldn’t describe.  I was beginning to understand why other guys raved about blowjobs.  This was better than any mere massage.

Summer bobbed her head a few times and gave my cock a few long sucks before she pulled back and stood up.  I whimpered as she stopped.

“Relax,” she said.  “We’ve got plans for that cock later,” she said.

“We?”

“Tamara and I.”

“Are you going to explain?”

“No.  You’ll find out.”  She was grinning, with a glint of mischief in her eyes, but I wasn’t convinced.

“I’m not sure I like this.” I stated.

“Oh, you’ll like it!  In fact, I’ll make you a bet.  If you don’t enjoy yourself this afternoon, I’ll fulfill the fantasy of your choice this evening.  If you like it . . .” Summer was grinning very evilly now, “if you like it, you have to use your tongue to get me off, at least a couple of times.”

I snorted.  “Do I have a choice?”

“Nope!”

Summer glanced down the hall towards a clock.

“We gotta get moving, John!”  Get your ass in the shower!”  With that she, gave me a playful swat on the butt.  I tried to swat her back, but she gave a small giggling shriek and dodged, then took off down the hall.  I caught her in the bathroom where we jokingly tried to poke or spank each other for a few minutes before I reached out and caught her in a bear hug.  Summer struggled for a minute and then I bent my head and kissed her.  Summer’s struggles stopped and she returned the kiss.  Her lips were hot and lusty.  I relaxed my grip and Summer pulled back.  She looked into my eyes, and then grew a little more serious.

“Be careful, John.  I’m not going to be your rebounder for Angie.  I like you and I like having sex with you, but I like having sex with several of my friends.  That’s all this is.”

I nodded, a little more sober.  I hadn’t actually started thinking of Summer that way yet, so her admonishment didn’t sting.  Mentioning Angie did, though.  It stung like a punch in the gut.

We showered together, more playful than anything, soaping each other and using the handheld nozzle to rinse each other off.  In the back of my mind, I kept trying to guess what Tamara and Summer had in store.  On the way to the brothel, I tried to get Summer to give me a few hints, but she just laughed and refused.

We got there a little after noon and the parlor was quiet.  Most of the girls on the day shift were either in back somewhere or reading or talking quietly among themselves.  No customers were in sight.

“This time of day can be slow mid-week,” Summer said, answering my unstated question.  She motioned me to wait for a moment while she spoke quietly with the house mom.  Then she gestured for me to follow her down a side hall.  We entered a surprisingly large room with a bunch of small circular tables and a king-sized bed along one wall.  In one corner was a dance floor, with mirrored walls and a stripper pole.  I could see a sink and what must be a bathroom off to one side.

“What is this room?” I asked.

“The party room,” she replied.  “If we have a big group come in, like a bachelor party, they can have this room for themselves instead of taking over the parlor.”

“Bachelor parties in a brothel???”

“It happens,” she said, grinning.  Summer pointed to the bed.  “Best gang bang of my life was right there.”  I just rolled my eyes, refusing to give her the pleasure of shocking me.

The door opened behind us and Tamara came in.  She gave me a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek.  Then she stepped back, holding my hands.

“John, I’m really sorry that things didn’t work out with Angie,” she began.  I felt another kick to the gut with Angie’s name.  “But I also realized it gave us an opportunity to do something a little radical.

“You call yourself the Ugly One.  I wish you wouldn’t, because I agree with your therapist that it’s your attitude and self-image and not your looks that are causing you problems with women.  Even with evidence to the contrary--me, Summer, Angie,--you continue to believe that.”  Tamara stopped and took a deep breath.  I was surprised to see her nervous.

“So I thought you might have to stop calling yourself ugly if the evidence was overwhelming.  Are you willing to go along?”  I nodded dumbly.  I had no idea where she was going with this.
“Good!  I’ll be back,” she said, slipping out the door.  I looked over at Summer, who went and sat on the edge of the bed.  She patted the cover beside her, indicating I should join her.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Wait and see,” she replied, her eyes full of mirth.

A few moments later, Sherri entered the room.  She came over and gave us both hugs before grabbing one of the chairs at the nearest table.  Then Rochelle and Bambi arrived, repeating the greeting and grabbing their own chairs.

“What’s up?” Rochelle asked.  “Tamara just asked us to come down.”

“She’ll explain when she gets back,” Summer answered.

A few minutes later, Tamara returned with Mei-Ling.  Mei-Ling joined the other courtesans at the table while Tamara remained standing.  She gave me a nervous smile and then turned to the ladies.

“You met John last night and know he’s a really great guy.  However, he’s not exactly Brad Pitt.  He’s not as ugly as he thinks he is, though.”

“Not that it matters,” Rochelle chimed in.  “Remember that old guy I had last week?”  She looked around at the other courtesans, most of whom were nodding.  “Must have been eighty, but the sweetest most caring client I’ve had in months.”  There was a quiet affirming murmur to that, with Mei-Ling and Sherri mentioning some clients whose descriptions I didn’t catch, but sounded similar.  Tamara seemed more relaxed.

“So,” she began again, “John thinks that women won’t sleep with him because of his appearance unless he’s paying them.”  That was oversimplifying it, I thought.  “If you’re willing, I’d like to change his mind.”

“What are you thinking?” Mei-Ling asked.

“Marvin’s agreed to let us have the room until four, comped.  I thought we could party with John, all together.  We wouldn’t get paid, but it could be a lot of fun.”

“You want us to fuck him for free?” Bambi asked, the scorn in her voice a little too obvious.

“Yes,” Tamara answered.  “It would be fun.”

“I’ve got a regular in an hour,” Bambi responded.  “Some other time.”  With that, she got up and headed toward the door.  I watched her leave, cognizant of the other ladies whispering among themselves.  They stopped when I turned back.  Mei-Ling smiled at me.

“I’m in!” she said.  I looked at Tamara, who looked relieved.  My cock was hard, but my stomach was also churning beyond belief.  I realized that Summer was holding my hand, preventing me from making any nervous gestures with my fingers.  I was scared.

I looked back at the courtesans and took a deep breath.

“No,” I said.  “I don’t want you doing this as a favor to Tamara.  I know she’s your friend and you might be willing to screw me, but I’m not a charity case.  No favors.”

Mei-Ling’s face fell, and Rochelle looked uncomfortable.  Sherri looked at me.  Slowly, a feral smile appeared on her lips.

“That’s fine,” she drawled.  “There’s just one problem.

“I’m not Tamara’s friend.”

Sherri stretched and stood up, like a cat just waking.

“I just started here this month and I didn’t meet Tamara until three days ago.  I like her, but we’re not friends.”

Sherri sauntered over in front of me.  She planted her feet, shoulder width apart, with her hands on her hips.

So if I fuck you,” she purred, “it’s because I want to fuck you.”

With that, Sherri bent over and grabbed my collar, pulling me up.  Summer pushed me at the same time and so I was on my feet before I could resist.  Sherri was taller than I’d expected, so we were face to face.  She wrapped her arms around me, placing one hand on my neck, directly below my scalp.  I was too surprised and spellbound to stop her.  She pulled my head in until our lips met.  Then she shoved her tongue in my mouth.  Shocked, I started to return her kiss on auto-pilot.

Sherri edged forward, pushing me back onto the bed.  I fell onto my back, her falling with me.  My legs still dangled over the side.  Sherri slithered onto the bed, still kissing me, fumbling with my shirt.  Other hands were tugging on my belt and pants.  Once Sherri had gotten my shirt off, she paused, grinning like a cat, as she ran one finger down my most prominent scar.  Then she yanked her blouse off and tossed her bra aside.  I stole a glance toward the foot of the bed where Mei-Ling and Summer were wrestling my underwear off as Tamara held a foil packet ready and Rochelle was slowly stripping nude.  My glance didn’t last long before Sherri’s breasts were in my face, with her urging me to suck them and lick her nipples.

I let go.  I just let go.

And immediately the pleasure increased.  Sherri’s nipples were hard beneath my tongue, her breasts smooth, like a nectarine on my lips.  She smelled lightly of lavender, and then musk.  I ran my hands down her back as I began to lick and nuzzle in earnest.

Meanwhile, I was now completely nude below the waist and could feel a condom being rolled on.  Warmth and wetness engulfed my cock, punctuated by brief moments of cool air.  I realized that I was being sucked by one woman, then passed to another.  Then two together, as tongues caressed both sides of my shaft simultaneously.

Sherri pulled back so she could yank the rest of her clothes off.  I looked down to see Mei-Ling’s black hair spread across my thighs as her head bobbed on my cock.  Summer was kneeling beside her, grinning up at me.  Then Sherri was urging me to slide all the way onto the bed, practically pulling me by the arms.  Mei-Ling released my cock only for the shortest of moments while I moved, before returning to her sucking.  Tamara landed on her back on the bed next to me, nude and grinning at me.  I didn’t have much time to grin back before Sherri straddled my head and was ordering me to lick her pussy.

Sherri was wetter than I’d expected.  I held her hips while I parted her folds with my tongue, probing as deep as I could.  She was slick and a little tangy.  I started licking up, looking for her clit and trying not to strain my neck.  She kept urging me on, talking dirty and giving me orders like harder and higher and faster.

Meanwhile someone had straddled my hips and was holding my cock against her opening.  I couldn’t see who, since Sherri blocked all my view.  The unknown woman eased herself down on me, her warmth gradually enveloping me.  She stopped when my cock was fully buried within her, squeezing my cock with her cunt muscles, making me gasp into Sherri’s pussy.

I could hear other moans coming from the room now, along with gasps and an occasional giggle.  Sherri leaned back onto my chest, letting me rest my head.  She gave me a wicked smirk and began caressing her own breasts.  That didn’t last for long, because Summer appeared beside her and took over.  I reached out and caressed Summer’s hip as the two women began kissing, Summer still fondling Sherri’s breast.  Summer reached down and guided my hand between her legs.  I lightly caressed her lower lips, reaching up with my other hand to join her in rubbing Sherri’s nipples.  Sherri, meanwhile, had found Summer’s breasts and was returning the caresses.

The woman riding my cock had begun to slowly raise and lower herself, squeezing me tight every time I was fully inside.  I began to gasp with the sensation, as sparks seemed to shoot up my spine.  The gasps soon got more desperate due to Sherri’s weight on my chest.  Sherri noticed and shifted off of me, tumbling onto Summer, the two ladies never breaking their kiss.  Her departure gave me the view to see that it was Mei-Ling who was fucking me.

Mei-Ling had very small breasts and mere wisps of hair above her pussy.  She was riding me in a frog style, her feet firmly on the bed, her hands behind her for support.  She grinned lewdly as she raised up, spreading her thighs further.  It gave me a great view of my cock splitting her labia and disappearing inside her.  Mei-Ling lifted herself until my cock was nearly out, then eased herself back down, letting me watch half-inch after half-inch disappear within.  I groaned at the sight and then looked away so I wouldn’t cum too fast.

Though looking to the side didn’t help.  Tamara was on her back next to me, looking down at Rochelle’s head buried between her thighs.  Rochelle’s dark skin made Tamara’s flesh seem almost pale in contrast.  Tamara was running her fingers through Rochelle’s hair, cooing and making encouraging noises as Rochelle’s tongue danced across her clit.  I could feel my balls getting tight, as the eroticism of the sight contributed to my arousal.

Looking to the other side was no help either.  Sherri had Summer on her back, holding Summer’s hands above her head.  They were still kissing and grinding their bodies together.  I glanced back at Mei-Ling.

“Gonna cum,” I gasped.

“No you’re not!” Rochelle called out.  “Not until I’ve had a turn!”

Mei-Ling just reached down to the base of my cock with her hand and squeezed.  She didn’t move and no one else touched me.  After a moment, the urgency to shoot my load had passed.  I nodded and Mei-Ling winked at me, then pulled up and off of my cock.  In NASCAR pit crew speed, she and Rochelle had changed the condom and Rochelle was sinking onto my cock, Mei-Ling burying her head between Tamara’s thighs.  I looked at Tamara in surprise and wonder.  She grinned back and reached over and took my hand.  Then she looked down at Mei-Ling and my gaze returned to Rochelle.

Rochelle was riding me in the traditional cowgirl position, using her knees to support her weight.  She was also riding me hard, sliding up and down on my cock faster than I thought possible.  Once she had my attention, she leaned forward.  I reached up and grabbed her breasts.

“Pinch my nipples!” she urged, as she gasped for breath.  I did so.

“Harder!”  “Still harder!”  I was practically tugging and pulling on them as she fucked me.

Meanwhile, the groans and pants to my left had gotten more serious.  Sherri had rolled off of Summer, but was still using one hand to hold Summer’s wrists above her head.  Meanwhile, she was finger fucking Summer with the other hand.  Summer was gasping and moaning until Sherri’s assault, her eyes barely open.  As I watched, Summer shrieked and arched her back, the shudders coursing through her body.  Sherri’s grin grew more feral and she paused just long enough to let Summer catch her breath.  Then she drove Summer into a second orgasm.

Those shrieks were joined by a long moan from my right.  I looked over to see Tamara’s eyes closed as she gasped and shuddered.  As her orgasm died down, Tamara smiled down at Mei-Ling, who rested her head on Tamara’s thigh, smiling back up.

The sights and sounds were too much.  Rochelle capped it off by leaning all the way over, rubbing her rock hard nipples across my chest as she slid forward on my cock, bringing it halfway outside her.  She guided one nipple along one of my scars for a moment, then looked up at me with a lewd glint in her eye.

“Now you can come,” she growled.  With that, she pushed her hips back down, burying my cock once again.  I thrust to meet her, and after two or three quick motions, I lost it.  My orgasm ripped through me and I let out a long moan before collapsing back on the bed.

I was still gasping and catching my breath as Rochelle pulled up, letting me slip out of her.  Summer leaned in and started lightly kissing me, little butterfly touches across my face and eyes.  Someone removed the condom and I felt a warm cloth cleaning my cock, balls, thighs and groin.  When Summer paused, Tamara was on the other side, a glass of juice in her hand.  I pulled myself up so I was sitting against the headboard while I drank.  I surveyed the five naked women around me, all resting and smiling.

“Thank you,” I said.  “This has been incredible.  Every man’s fantasy, to have a harem.  Thanks.”

“Oh, you’re not done,” Sherri drawled.  The feral grin was back on her face as she spoke.  “This is just halftime.  Or, if you can handle it, the end of the first inning.”

I gulped and the women cracked up at my momentary expression of panic.

“I’m not sure I can get it up again,” I confessed.

“Oh, you can,” Sherri informed me.  “You just need the right inspiration.”

With that, Sherri crawled to the foot of the bed, motioning to Summer and Rochelle to join her.  Meanwhile Tamara slid up until she was sitting next to me, nestling into my right side.  Mei-Ling took the corresponding position on my left.  She gave me almost a bashful smile as I wrapped an arm around her.

The three women at the foot of the bed were engaged in a whispered conference.  They kept shooting me conspiratorial glances as they seemed to come to a conclusion.

“I’ll be right back,” Sherri stated, then grabbed her clothes and headed toward the door.  At the same time, Rochelle climbed forward, until she was almost at my knees.  Then she sat back, parting her legs and draping them across mine.  With her thighs so wide, her pussy was fully revealed to my stare.  She reached down and ran her fingers over her labia, splaying her lips.

“Did you enjoy being inside this pussy?” she asked.  Her voice was husky and low.  “Because I liked having you inside this pussy.”

 I groaned and would have rolled my eyes if I could have torn them away from her display.  I continued to watch her play with herself until we heard the door open.  It was Sherri, returning with something in her hands I couldn’t quite make out.  She quickly stripped her clothes off again and joined Summer standing at the foot of the bed.  They gave each other conspiratorial looks before my eyes drifted back to Rochelle’s fingers dancing along her folds.  Summer cleared her throat to get my attention.

“Rochelle’s pussy doesn’t just look good,” she purred.  “It tastes fantastic too.”  With that, Rochelle rested her shoulders back on the bed and let Summer straddle her head.  Summer eased herself onto her hands and knees, sweeping her hair back so I could still see.  Then she lowered her body until she was nestled against Rochelle, her head against Rochelle’s thigh.

“Tastes real good,” she purred again, before lowering her head and beginning to lick.  A quick gasp implied that Rochelle was returning the favor at the same time.

There wasn’t much to watch while the women sixty-nined.  Summer’s blonde hair cascaded against the black woman’s thighs, but her head blocked my ability to view anything intimate.  Instead, they both started moaning and making small noises, probably exaggerated.  Mei-Ling started to caress my chest with the hands while we watched the show a mere few feet away.  I could feel the blood beginning to flow below my waist once again.

After a few moments, Sherri spoke up.

“Looks mighty fine, doesn’t it?”  I glanced at her.  She’d strapped a dildo on!

“But rather than just watch,” she continued, “wouldn’t you like to do this?”

With that, Sherri climbed onto the bed behind Summer.  She pulled the blonde’s hips up, away from Rochelle’s tongue, and then fumbled to get the fake cock in place.  Rochelle’s hands assisted her in getting it aligned.  Then Sherri pushed her hips forward and Summer let out a long gasp as the plastic shaft slid home.

Sherri took a couple of slow strokes, adjusting her angle and her stance a little with each one.  Then she took hold of Summer’s hips and leered at me.  With an exaggerated motion, she pulled back and thrust hard into Summer.  She started a furious pace, and Summer began gasping hard, placing her head along Rochelle’s thighs and giving up on giving Rochelle any oral attention.  From what I could see, it looked like Rochelle hadn’t, though, and was licking Summer’s clit whenever Sherri’s motions allowed.

I was hard.

Mei-Ling wrapped her fingers around my shaft while Tamara continued to caress my chest.  I started to strain and get even harder.  Sherri noticed my erection and licked her lips.

“Told you we could get you hard,” she smirked.  “Are you ready for some of this?”  I nodded and Sherri looked at Mei-Ling.

“Get him ready?” Sherri asked.  Mei-Ling grinned and jumped out of bed, returning with another condom.  She put it in her mouth, then bent over me and placed her lips around the head of my cock.  With a smooth motion, she engulfed my shaft with her mouth.  When she pulled back, the condom was snug around my penis.  It hadn’t felt any different than a regular blowjob.

“Nice trick,” I commented.

“You should see what I do for an encore,” she teased.

I got up and moved around to the foot of the bed, kneeling next to Sherri.  She paused, holding Summer’s hips still.  Then in a single smooth motion, she withdrew the strap-on and pulled back off the bed, leaving space for me.  I moved forward and felt Rochelle lightly grab my cock, positioning it against Summer’s cunt.  When I had my balance, I thrust forward and in.

I paused when I was in deep, savoring Summer’s heat and warmth.  Then I gasped, feeling Rochelle lean up and quickly lick my balls.  She couldn’t keep her head that high and so fell back, using her fingers to caress Summer and me where we connected.  I pulled back and began to slowly ease in and out.

Meanwhile Mei-Ling was now on her hands and knees along side Summer.  Sherri knelt behind her, slipping the dildo inside.  I looked at Sherri with a little disbelief.  She just arched an eyebrow in return.  Shoulder to shoulder, we began to fuck the kneeling women before us.

Summer had been well primed and was soon groaning and shuddering.  Since she wasn’t keeping her balance very well, Rochelle slid out from under her and started cuddling with Tamara at the head of the bed.  Apparently Mei-Ling had been ready to go too because she started gasping under Sherri’s thrusts.  I began to caress the small of Summer’s back with the palm of my hand and she gasped, then began writhing.  Summer let out a long groan and collapsed on the bed, several small tremors seeming to take the place of one big orgasm.  I slipped out of her but remained hard.

Mei-Ling’s orgasm involved several small high-pitched squeals, coupled with clawing the sheets.  I watched for a while as she gasped and writhed and then collapsed on her stomach.  Sherri and I must have made a lewd sight, both on our knees, hard cocks protruding out, one of us with breasts.  She turned to me, looking triumphant.

“You ready for more?” she asked, her eyes continuing to dare me.  That was enough.

“I want you,” I replied.

“You man enough?” she challenged.

“I want you.  On your back.  In the middle of the bed.  Legs spread.  Lose the strap-on.”

I had no idea where the command voice had come from but Sherri seemed impressed.  She unbuckled the straps and tossed the toy aside.  The other women made room for her as she laid down in the middle of the bed, following my orders.  I knelt between her legs.

“Guide me in,” I ordered.  Sherri complied, then wrapped her arms and legs around me, trapping me against her body.

“Fuck me hard!” she ordered.  My nostrils flared.  I pulled back and slammed my cock into her.

“Harder!  Harder!”  Sherri started screaming as I started fucking like a man possessed.  I had no idea what had gotten into me--I’d passed some line and was out of my head.  I didn’t care.  All that mattered was furiously fucking.  I slammed forward and Sherri thrust her hips to meet mine.  My legs started to scream at the strain as I fucked and I fucked.  Sherri’s words became less intelligible--more of a roar in my ears.  Other hands were touching me but I couldn’t identify who or what.  The only thing that mattered was the fucking.

Then my balls started to boil again.  It was coming, and I was cumming, and not a moment too soon.  With a bellow, I exploded, my legs gave way, and I nearly blacked out.  I collapsed forward onto Sherri, gasping for breath.  I closed my eyes, too overloaded to think.  Many hands caressed me, and slowly rolled me off of Sherri and onto my back.  Someone removed the condom and cleaned me up.  My breath returned and I started to feel less animalistic and more human.  Then the afterglow arrived, a warm wash of tingling pleasure that engulfed me.  Some day I’d wonder about what part of me had taken over during that final fuck, but not today.

I floated down, still feeling the tingle throughout my body.  I kept my eyes closed, savoring the sensations.  Someone nestled into my right side, putting her head on my shoulder and wrapping her leg across mine.  Her hand stroked my upper chest.  Then someone else nestled into my left side, also cuddling in, head on shoulder, leg across mine.  The new woman stroked my stomach and side.  I just lay there, feeling the touch, feeling the warmth.  After an infinite time, I opened my eyes.

I was sandwiched between Tamara and Summer.  The other ladies were gone; I hadn’t heard them go.  I wrapped my arms around my two blonde beauties, gently caressing their backs.  I basked in their touch.  Many more moments passed before my monkey mind finally kicked in with all the questions.  I stirred a little until Tamara looked up and met my eyes.

“Why?” I asked.  “Why this?  Why me?”

“Because of Billy,” she whispered.

“Billy?  I don’t understand.”  I started to move to sit up, but the women’s weight held me down.

“Later,” Tamara whispered again.  “My shift starts in a little while and it’ll take too long to explain.”

“Besides,” Summer chimed in, “we thought you’d enjoy it.  We thought it would be fun.”

“It was fun,” I admitted.

“Good!” Summer exclaimed.  “Your tongue is mine tonight!”  I chuckled and kissed her forehead.  

I realized that Tamara hadn’t said anything.  I glanced down at her.  Her stare was far away, not in the room at all.  I gave her a small hug and she looked up and forced a smile.  I smiled back and kissed her forehead.  She returned my hug, but also returned to her thoughts.  Silently, the three of us held each other a while more.

But as all good things must come to an end, it became time to end the afternoon.  Tamara headed back to her room to clean up and prepare for her shift.  Summer and I grabbed a shower and then headed out looking for dinner.  We didn’t talk much, and when we did, it was mostly about little nothings.  Summer could tell I needed the time to think and try to wrap my mind around what had happened this afternoon.

I was elated.  I was surprised.  I wanted to write Penthouse, bragging about having fulfilled every man’s fantasy.  I wanted to not tell a soul in case it lost its magic in the telling.  I replayed all the details, from Sherri’s aggressiveness to my out-of-character final ride.  I thought about sex for fun, sex for love, sex between friends, and even the unpleasant sex I’d had in the past.

I’d just had an orgy, and my appearance hadn’t been a factor at all.

After dinner, Summer drove us back home.  I silently followed her into the barn and watched her feed and take care of her horses.  Then we went into the house.  I started making some decaf coffee.  Summer declined when I suggested brewing her a cup.

“I’m going to go read in my room for a while,” she said.  “When you’re ready, come join me.  You can pay up on the bet tonight, if you’d like, or in the morning.”  Her eyes twinkled when she said that.  “It’s still early, so I’ll be up for another couple of hours.”  I nodded and said I’d be along in a little while.

I sat in the kitchen, slowly sipping my coffee.  Obviously, Summer had participated for the fun of it.  Maybe the others had too, or maybe they’d been doing Tamara a favor despite my protestation.  Sherri was harder to fathom, without doing some serious speculation that I wasn’t prepared to do.  And Tamara.  I had no idea why she’d set this up or why she’d thought it would be good for me.  Not that I was complaining, mind you!  But still . . . 

The dregs of my coffee had gotten cold.  I glanced at the clock.  I’d spent too long wrapped in my thoughts.  I got up and rinsed my mug in the sink and turned out the light on my way out.

Walking down the hall, the mirror caught my eye again.  I stopped, turning toward it.  There was just enough light leaking down the hall from Summer’s bedroom for me to see.  I looked at my reflection; really stared at it.  Five women had fucked me this afternoon, not because I’d paid them, but because they had wanted to.  No, four, because  Tamara hadn’t actually had sex with me.  I looked at my misshapen nose and the awkward unbalance of my face.  They didn’t see me as ‘The Ugly One.’  What did they see?

I saw The Ugly One.  Tamara wanted me to stop calling myself that.  I’d called myself that for a long time.  I’d even introduced myself to Billy that way.  Didn’t they see that’s who I was?

Billy.  An idle thought crossed my mind.  Billy wasn’t a woman, debating whether to sleep with me or not.  He might see me completely differently than anyone else.  What did he see?

I looked at my reflection for a while.  Billy probably saw me as something entirely different.  With his imagination, I wouldn’t be just an ugly man but something . . . something more.  A big friendly Frankenstein’s monster.  An ogre defending his swamp, uncouth but with a great heart.  Or even . . . a superhero.

Staring into the mirror, I could almost see the costume.  The cape would be long, and the tights formfitting.  It would be ugly colors--puce and mustard yellow or something like that.  There’d be no hood or mask to hide my features, but the big capital “U” on my chest would be unmistakable.  With Billy’s imagination, nothing less would do.  The Ugly One.  All capital letters.  I started to grin.

Maybe I couldn’t give up the name like Tamara wanted.  Instead, maybe I could become what Billy saw.  Something more than just my appearance.

That could be fun!  I certainly had fun with Billy when I let go of all my concerns about how I looked to other people.  Ice skating and playing Robin Hood came to mind.  I’d had a good time over Thanksgiving dancing with Summer and Tamara too.  Like I’d had a good time today.

That reminded me--Summer was still waiting.  Oh, yes, I owed her.  I gave myself one final smile in the mirror.  Then I turned and walked toward the bedroom.  The afternoon may have been bewildering, but tonight’s course was perfectly clear.

--fin--
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