[Touched up on January 31, 2008]

The minute she turned off her flashlight she saw the figures. Two
stood out, one on each side of the rusty entry. They were tall
and elongated -- a man and a women. Each gestured to the door
beside them. Trudy could see the outline of the man's penis. It
was engorged and rose straight up underneath the robe. Such a
thing would never fit in her, Trudy thought, shocked that she
would consider it -- easily as long as her forearm and wide.

Still, her breathing grew shallower. She glanced behind her,
making sure that no else had followed. She cautiously reached
forward and quickly touched the figure's penis. "Uhh!" She
reached between her legs. The jolt of pleasure in her sex made
her moan and gape. The figure's face remained impassive.

Trudy searched the darkness again. No one. She reached for the
cock, breathing nervously, and held her hand on the bulbous tip
of it.  "Huh!" Again, she felt something soft, warm and slick
pushing upward between her thighs. It was huge, like the cock she
was touching. She could feel its warm rigidity, the roundness of
it, pressing against the insides of her thighs, parting them as
it squeezed between them.

She furtively glanced behind her and sucked in her breath as she
felt the head, slick with  pre-cum, push against her opening.
"Uh!" She kept her hand on the phallas. Between her legs, the
huge head pushed harder. "Oh... oh! Oh!" She panicked and pulled
her hand away. The phantom cock disappeared. She panted and
rubbed her crotch with both hands, arching her ass backwards as
though searching for the cock again.

She groaned, turned and ran.

****

"Hi Mom!" Trudy rushed through the entry way and up the stairs.

She almost slammed the bedroom door behind her, but caught the
door in time. She felt hot and her nipples ached. Quietly, she
lifted her mattress and reached half way under. The dildo  felt
warm.

She made sure the bedroom door was locked before she lowered her
jeans to her knees and stepped in front of her mirror. Her
stomach fluttered, she stared at herself in the mirror.  Her
belly was flat and moving with her breath, smoothly down to the V
of her legs.  She arched her nipples into the cotton T-Shirt as
she pulled the hem above her breasts - gasping. She exhaled
softly as she pinched one of the niples. She wondered how a
boyfriend would look at her. What would he do?

She bent forward, imagining what he would see. Her dark brown
hair hung down, almost concealing her face. Her narrow hips
flared below her waste. She wished she could see her sex, but if
a boyfriend were behind her... she arched her back and kept her
legs together... he would see it. She wondered what effect her
bending over would have on him. She imagined she knew. She hoped
she knew. She reached behind her with the dildo.

She gazed at her face, opening her mouth as the end of the dildo
forcefully opened her belly.  This is what he would do, she
thought. The combination of agony & pleasure knit her brows as
she slid the dildo fully into her belly. "Uh! Fuck me..." she
whispered to the boy behind her.

She bent over further, saw her tits hanging down, hard and
pointed. She wondered if he would be turned on by them. She put
her hands on her knees and twisted her hips, feeling the dildo
still embedded inside her. It was slowly slipping out. "Please,
fuck me..." she pleaded again, trying not to raise her voice. She
glanced to her side, at another reflection, and saw the end of
the dildo jutting upwards out of her upturned sex. She backed up,
as she always did, meaning to push the end of the dildo into the
dresser behind her. She half stumbled instead, jamming the dildo
back inside.

"HUH!" Her mouth flew open. She shuddered and closed her eyes.
The oncoming orgasm was racing through her thighs, curling her
toes and wrenching her back. "No!" she finally gasped. "No... not
yet..." Her boyfriend rammed himself inside her, holding himself
there, unable to resist her. "O... O God!" She couldn't stop it.
Her orgasm rippled through her and she fell to her knees,
surrendering, twitching and moving her hips rhythmically with the
orgasm. She rested her cheek on the floor, her ass still in the
air, and finally heard the dildo plop to the floor between her
legs, rolling against her ankle.

"Uhn..." she groaned. A drop of moisture spattered the floor
beneath her pussy.

She wondered if this is what it would be like.

She imagined the drop was cum.

It was leaking out of her,

****


Trudy turned off her flashlight.

Once again, the side of the fun house seemed alive with sensuous
motion, human forms moving among and against each other. The two
enlongated figures on either side the rusty entry still didn't
move. They gestured to the door beside them. The girl's breathing
grew shallower.  Once again could see the outline of the man's
penis. It was engorged and rose straight up underneath the robe.
Could such a thing fit inside her?

Once again she glanced behind her, then reached forward and
carefully touched the figure's penis. "Uhh!" The jolt of pleasure
made her arch. The figure's face still did not change, and
somehow that comforted her.

Despite the jeans she had on, she once again felt the familiar
warm slickness sliding and pushing between her thighs, parting
them. This is what a real cock would feel like! -- she thought.
She groaned as the giant bulb of the cock pushed against the
opening of her sex. She kept her hand on the phallas. The pushing
grew more forceful and her breathing quicker.  Her groaning rose
in pitch as she braced herself. It was too big! But she also
wanted more of the feeling -- the soft, tumescent roundness of a
cock (so different from a dildo) just before it parted her lips,
just before the head abruptly penetrated her. She cried out, half
agony, half pleasure, panting. But she still hadn't been
penetrated. The huge head was still stretching the lips between
her legs. "UHN!" It was opening her wider and wider. She gazed up
at the figure's penis, her hand still touching. "Oh my God!" she
screamed as the giant head finally slipped through her lips, into
her belly.

Her mouth opened wide and she tried to groan. She fell to her
knees and glanced down. Her jeans were still on but she felt the
penetration, felt her lips stretching around the stem of a
massive cock, her belly opened, the bulbous head sealed inside
her. It fit her! She could take it!

She widened her knees and bent forward, groaning. Her free hand
moved to her flat belly, just above the V of her legs, as she
felt the cock continue to push into her, having no more obstacles
against its slow penetration. She felt the slide of its skin on
the insides of her thighs and the swollen head, like a soft knot,
moving un-hindered inside and into her lower body. Could she take
it all?

Trudy screamed.

An older man, gray haired and stubbled,  was touching her hand.
Her fingers fell through the figure's fabric until she could feel
the soft skin of the phallas and the warm rigidity beneath. The
old man was smiling at her.

"O God!" she panted.

"I'm Comus," he said. "I'm the caretaker."

"Please!" Trudy tried to pull her hand away but the figure's
ghostly fabric held her. "Let me go..." Trudy's breath caught and
she groaned as the phantom cock pushed at her womb. She tried to
free her hands again. She moved her knees wider even as she
wanted to run away. It wasn't stopping. It didn't care! Her body
didn't care. The muscles of her vagina spasmed around the stem
that stretched them open, the knot lost deeply inside her now.

"Huh!"

Comus touched her hand again. "Do you want to go? Just let go of
the penis, and it will all end, into "thin air" as they say..."

Trudy stared at him, as if in agony, but she didn't let go.

"You're so young... and beautiful... and strong. You take well to
being mounted? Ah..." Comus brushed his fingers through her hair.
"I love lustrous brown hair like yours. Your orgasm is coming
isn't it? How old are you?"

"O..." A new pressure was building inside Trudy's belly, as
though the cock that had already filled her sex was trying to
press its knot into her womb. She grunted.  "O!"

"You won't break, sweety. You're quite strong. This cock is what
you were made for after all... any and all cocks. How old are
you, my girl?"

"I... huh! Eig... Eighteen!"

"Ah," Comus smiled again. "You lie. You can't lie to me, girl. I
tell my age in centuries, not years. You are much younger than
that, and you are out when you are not supposed to be. Some
things never change... Don't you know what happens to girls who
stay out too late? But I suppose you know, now. Look at you...
you know what needs to be done to you, what you are ready for,
even at your age... your body has been telling you."

Trudy braced herself with both hands against the phallus. "How...
how do you..."

"Know?" Comus asked. "I'm Comus. Does no one read literature
these days? But never mind. Look at me... you yearn to be in this
position, don't you? You are bent over and fully penetrated,
which is what your body cries out for. It is a position that is a
million years old. I know you enjoy it, girl. And don't worry, my
dear, the men and boys will all want to hold you by the hips and
bury their cum in you. You are made just for this purpose. You
only have to decide which one... Every girl is a Helen of Troy at
your age. "

"It's... it's big!"

"I know. You were made for it. You were made to to enjoy it.  "

"Huh!" Trudy gasped as she squirmed on the phantom cock impaling
her. "Hunh!"

She bent forward as far as she could and  rose onto her toes.

"Good," said Comus, lifting her face by her chin, "what do you
want to do?"

Trudy abruptly freed her hands from the phallas. The cock inside
her vanished. She ran. She ran away from the trailer without
looking back. Her mother wasn't home, or her father, when she
rushed upstairs and slammed the door shut behind her. She jumped
into her bed and pulled the covers over herself. Maybe she fell
asleep, she wasn't sure, but when she stirred again her nipples
burned and her thighs were slick. She reached under the bed until
she held her dildo against her belly.

She stayed like that, shaking, until her nerves finally calmed.

Then he slowly brought her knees up and opened  her thighs wide.
She gazed at her imaginary boyfriend, his stiff cock, his balls
desperate to empty themselves inside her.  "Yes," she whispered,
"you can't help yourself, can you?" "Huh!" His first thrust was
hard, sinking fully inside her, claiming her, leaving her in no
doubt to whom she belonged and who belonged to her. She eased the
dildo out slowly then jammed it back between her legs, out and
then back harder and harder each time. She lifted her pelvis to
meet his thrusts, arched her back, surrendered her breasts to his
lips.

"Oh God!" she comes. She comes, spasming, convulsing on his cock,
her body tensing and falling back to the mattress, then rising to
spasm again. But it's not the same. She wants to feel the cock
massive again, the heat of it inside her. She wants to go back to
the fun house.

****



"UHN!" Once again, the slick head of the cock opened her belly
wide. She exhaled lustfully as it filled her and slid slowly
upward.

"Ah..." she whimpered as the length of it forced her to
straighten.

This time she wouldn't let go. This time... "Huh!" Trudy tried to
breath but couldn't. She felt as if her whole body was suddenly
sinking down onto the cock, finally impaled, some barrier inside
her having given way. She felt balls against her thighs! But the
sudden penetration was also pleasure and she began to move on the
cock both to relieve the depth and to fill herself up again. "Oh
God!" she whined as she moved. She felt the lips of her sex
sliding slickly back and forth around its girth.

"Welcome back..."

Trudy gasped. It was Comus.

"I... I... " She slid up and down on the phallas spearing her
belly, her body moving of its own. "I read about you... you last
night... Uh!"

"And?" asked Comus, grinning.

"I want to come in..."

"Of course!" Comus answered.  "But first, it seems you have some
unfinished business..."

Trudy let go of the phallas but the cock didn't go away! "UHN!"
she groaned as she fell backwards, driving the cock inside her.

"Make... make it go away!"

Comus laughed out loud. "You want to make the cock inside you go
away? Surely you know how to do that, my girl, even at your age!
Your whole body is designed for just that! Of course, to do it
you will have to inseminate yourself...you will have to 'drink'
from my cup... but that's nature's design! Then you can make it
go away. Girl's are designed to make cock's hard, and they're
made to put them right down again..."

"Oh God! Please!" Trudy cried. "Please..."
"Whatever are you going to do?" Comus asked.  Then he opened the
fun house and stepped inside. "You are just the kind of guest I
most enjoy, my girl. When you are done, I'll have so much more to
show you." Comus closed the door behind him.

"No! Wait!"

Trudy gazed at the phallas. She groaned. It was as long as her
forearm, beautiful, it's broad flaring head pointing straight up.
Was this what was inside her? Could she really lodged on such a
thing? A spasm wracked her hips and, without thinking, she
gyrated around the pole inside her. She lifted herself up.
"Huhn!" she groaned and slid down again, unable to escape it.
Another desire overwhelmed her as she glanced back up the
figure's phallas. She crawled forward. She pulled on the phallas
until the wide tip parted her lips. A sweet, syrupy and powerful
spurt filled her mouth. She swallowed, surprised.

Then she let go and stumbled backward again, mouth open, chin
wet, dazed.

The stuff was like an aphrodisiac.  She turned to run, suddenly
frightened, but immediately stumbled, the lips between her legs
still rounded by the phantom cock. Both her hands flew to her
crotch and she lifted her ass behind her. "Plea..." she
whispered. "Please... I'll... I'll do anything... O God, take it
out..." Even she begged, she pushed back hard against the phantom
cock, and grunted. She felt the nub of it press against the
opening of her womb, its balls against her thighs. This is what
it's like! This is what it was like to feel a cock inside her,
insistent, demanding, needing to be inside her. She imagined the
slit of the penis tight against her cervix, ready to spurt
straight into her womb. Pleasure, not pain, built inside her when
she pushed against it again.

Comus' words tormented her. 'Only one way to get it out..."

She rocked forward, feeling the cock slide backward and then
pushed its length back into herself, harder. "No..." She pushed
herself onto her hands, on her hands and knees, but couldn't draw
her knees together. She glanced back at the fun house. The forms
against its side seem to move in the moonlight, sensual, fluid.

She turned, crawling on her hands and knees toward the door,
feeling the monstrous cock moving inside her with the sway of her
small hips, its balls swinging against the backs of her thighs.
This is what they felt like, full, light and heavy at the same
time, needing to empty inside her -- a woman. The first pangs of
orgasm began to build inside her. "No!" she said again. She
forced herself to stand, to turn around, to run away from the fun
house. She groaned as the head of the phantom cock pressed
against her flat belly from the inside. She lifted her shirt. She
could feel it with her hand! Then she stumbled and bent over,
catching herself before she fell to her knees. "Uhn!" She lifted
her shirt further and pinched her nipples, widening her stance.
She pushed back against the cock, hard, and her taught stomach
spasmed.

"No..." she groaned, stood up again, and stumbled into the woods,
her shirt still lifted over her breasts. She fell against the
chain link fence surrounding the old fair grounds and gripped the
wire, falling to her knees again. "Huh!" she pushed back hard
against the cock, spreading her thighs again.  "Hunh!" She pushed
again. "O God!" She was trembling, sliding back and forth on the
pole impaling her, gripping the wire fence. And then she cried
out, almost screaming as her belly pulsed around the cock. Her
body stiffening and releasing with every convulsion.

But the phantom cock was still in her.

She groaned and slid down the fence. One hand on her belly, the
other to catch herself if she fell forward, she began to half
crawl, half walk back to the trailer. Comus was waiting. He stood
in front of the door, his own cock out now, undressed from the
waist down. She gasped. He looked just like the descriptions of
him.  His cock was huge and the full length of it was glistening.
It was -his- cock that was inside her!

She fell to her hands and knees in front of him. She wanted to
roll over onto her back and spread her legs wide. She wanted to
let the giant cock thrust and slide between her legs. She wanted
the head of it to ram the place, much further up,  that was
hidden deep in her abdomen. "You know what to do, my girl," Comus
said kindly. "Use your belly to drink from my cup. There's
nothing I like more than the sounds of a girl whimpering on the
end of my cock."

Trudy lowered her head and pushed back against the massive cock
skewering her. The pleasure built inside her as the heavy knot
butted her womb. "O God!" She sat back and spread her knees wide,
as though Comus were under her. She rose and fell again and
again, impaling the opening of her womb against the head of the
cock. "Uh! UH!" Her legs stiffened, she arched her back, threw
her head back and came. The phantom cock inside her exploded ,
its spurts jerking her stiff body, filling her womb. She had
forced him to come. She could force -any- man to come...

The crotch and thighs of Trudy's pants were soaked.

"Take them off..." Comus suggested.

The massive cock began to shrivel and recede. She had done what
she was made to do. In her lust for orgasm, she had inseminated
herself.  She gasped as the phantom head slipped out from between
her lips. Finally.

"Come along, my friend" said Comus, his own cock flagging. He
held his hand out to her. She took it, standing slowly, her mouth
open, her body languorous with desire, and followed him. "Now you
know what it's like to be a woman, my girl. I'll show you my
house and we'll have some fun."

The door closed behind them.

From outside the trailer, someone walking by might have heard her
sudden cry and groan.


*    *   *

"Where were you last night?"

"Nowhere," Trudy answered her mother.

"Well... are you going out again night?"

"Yeah... if it's ok..."

"You're such a good girl," her mother said, giving her a kiss.
"Of course you can..."


  
The Fun House 3 of 20 Wanting to get Laid - by Redbud