King: Cocksure

Chapter 2

Minnesota

This novel include graphic sex scenes, some involving minors, rape and forced sex. It is purely a fantasy and is not depicting real people or events. It is intended as a satire and is meant to be both funny and stimulating. The stories have a political slant as you will see. I hope you enjoy them. New chapters will be published as they are finished.

(Mffffffffff)

I did not fly back to California with the girls the next day after filming ended.

I was tired and felt I needed a break from the events of the past week. Especially I wanted to avoid Gloria’s sure-to-come “booty call,” as Devin put it. I loved Gloria and she was still an attractive woman, but I just had had enough of her smothering obsessions for awhile. Instead, I flew to St. Paul, Minn., at the invitation of the manager of our suburban Minneapolis club who told me she had some new “raw” talent to consider for some of our videos. Destiny, or ‘Dez’, as she preferred was a long time friend and one of the first girls to appear on the cover of our club magazines. She’d risen to take control of our club in St. Paul and it was among the most profitable in our chain.

“Look, you can come here and relax for a week and get away from Gloria,” Dez told me on the phone. “I have some great new girls here you should consider for the ‘teen’ line.”

Our ‘teen’ line was among the most hard core, rock’ em’ and sock’ em franchise in our multiline group of videos. Our MILF lines sold more because young guys just love thinking about fucking older women and older women fantasize about young guys. But there were an awful lot of older men who fantasized about young girls.

My only concern was that in a few weeks, the Republican s were supposed to be gathering in St. Paul for their convention and advance scouts were already clogging the hotels and restaurants.

“No problem,” Des told me. “You can stay with me and the girls out in the sticks, faraway from all that crap downtown.”

Des was a mother hen to the “girls” from her club and offered shelter to many of them until they could afford places of their own. In addition, she was a determined lesbian who shared space with four other women who all had had kids at an early stage in life and decided to share expenses and child rearing duties together.

“You sure that won’t be too crowded?” I said.

“The only problem is that I can’t be sure you won’t bump into Gloria here,” Des laughed. “You know she is a rock-ribbed Republican.”

“Yes, I know, but she’s flying here in a few weeks to stage an all-boy S&M party for the Alaskan delegation,” I said. “I doubt she’s going to be there this week.”

It was raining when Dez picked me up at the airport to drive me to the club. It was nice that she would take time from her busy schedule to do that personally.

“Man, I hate these damn Republicans,” she said as she steered the car through heavy traffic on rain-slickened streets. “Most vulgar, foul-mouthed pushy bastards on the face of the earth. I will be happy when they get their asses out of town.”

“Don’t we get more business at the club?” I said.

“Well sure, but they are the worst tippers,” Dez said. “They expect the minority girls to perform for free and they have a fetish for plump white girls with their hair in buns wearing dark-rimmed glasses.”

“They are bastards,” I acknowledged. “The next thing you know they’ll be having gay sex in public restrooms.”

“Don’t get me started on that,” Dez said. “I get the creeps every time I am at the airport and see Dan Craig on the way home from Washington prowling the concourses like some blood-dry, gray-skin vampire.”

When we got to the club, we retired to the empty VIP room where she summoned some of the girls she wanted me to see.

“Now the other girls won’t be here until the weekend shift,” she said, “But Crystal, Malika, Lonny and Terran are four of my best and they have all expressed an opinion about taking things up a notch in video.”

“How old are they?” I said.

“I know you like ‘em young so I wouldn’t pick any MILFs for you,” Dez laughed. “No one but Republicans like hockey moms my age these days. Let’s put it this way, all are legal but just barely and they look younger.”

“Now I understand the demographic on our MILF lines,” I said. “I guess if we get McCain in here, he’d select the MILFs.”

“He has been in here and I won’t remind you about his fantasy of being locked in a box,” she said.

“God, that was worse than Gore’s lockbox fantasy,” I said.

“I’m telling you, these repressed Republicans are the planet’s sickest puppies,” Dez said, “By comparison, the Democrats are a straight ticket.”

The girls assembled in front of us with their backs turned toward me. Dez had informed them I was an “ass” man.

“Pull the back of your G-strings aside so Mr. Cocksure can see your holes, girls.” Dez instructed.

They did as they were told and Terran, a small, light-skinned black girl, asked f I would like a “taste.” I did and I buried my face between each girl’s ass cheeks one at a time, inhaling the nectar of their feminine essence.

“Mr. Cocksure has been in the South Pacific for week sniffing dozens of girls’ asses,” Dez explained. “I’m sure he’s doing this to test to see if you could handle this in a movie, because you know you will have to if you get selected.

“Not totally the only reason, Dez,” I said. “These girls have some fabulous butts.”

“Mr. Cocksure wasn’t bothering us,” said Malika, a long-haired blond with a Southern drawl. “I think it felt just great.”

‘You from Texas, Malika?” I asked, holding her ass cheeks open so I could study her spit-moistened anal cavity.

“I guess my accent just gives me away, don’t it?” she responded. “Yes sir, I am from the Dallas-Ft. Worth area ‘an I have seen many of your movies, Mr. Cocksure. My brothers, I think, have ‘em all and I used to watch with ‘em.”

Malika had the golden girl good looks and body of a Texas high school cheerleader at a school where football was played hard and cheerleaders were expected to play hard balling the team. She was, she explained, an “Air Force” brat, exiled by her dad from her family for crimes against nature.

“I guess it was the third time Daddy had to pay to have my stomach pumped of semen that we just sort of fell out,” she said. “I understand he thought I had taken a wrong turn in my life , but our team finished fourth in the state last year and the coaches were happy.”

Crystal was a dishwater blonde, not quite as pretty as the others but with a carnality that reminded me of Devin Sanderson.

“If I was to get a part in your movies, Mr. Cocksure,” she said. “There is nothing I would be afraid to try. Forget double anal. How about quadruple anal? I’ll do it. I realize I am like Avis, not as pretty as the rest, so I have to try harder.”

“Crystal, if you tried quadruple anal, you wouldn’t be able to walk or shit for weeks,” I said. “You have the tightest, tiniest bung I’ve ever seen.”

“Yes Mr. Cocksure, but it is very, very elastic,” she responded.

Lonny was a sassy French girl wearing a beret and with a creamy white body that looked like it had never been in the sun.

“From Montreal,” she said with a heavy, French accent, shaking my hand., “And you know we French invented dirt-road sex.”

“Funny. I thought it was the Greeks.”

“Well, maybe so,” she conceded. “But until we French came along, it was not perfected.”

How, I asked, had it been perfected. She farted in my face while I held her beautiful white derriere in my hands.

“Well, that was different,” I said. “Maybe not perfect, but different.”

“Lonny, that was uncalled for,” Dez said.

“What I am trying to say is that we French are more earthy in our sex, more grounded in the earth and real. When we make love, we grind and sweat and fart and piss and inhale the essence of our lovers.”

“Don’t be too tough on her Dez,” I said. “I did ask the question.”

Later, Dez let me take each girl to a sofa at the back of the VIP room for a closer taste and test. Each girl watched the other girls’ performance and had grades for what they witnessed.

“She is real passionate and sucks a mean dick,” Terran said of Malika. “I can see how she drained the ball sacks of all those football players but for me, I’d be more creative. Like I’d run my titties all over his dick and I’d get down there and lick and suck his balls and maybe stick my tongue up his butt and stuff.”

When it was her turn, Terran showed us what she meant. Malika was critical of Terran’s technique.

“Look how she get down there and just nibbles at his butt,” she said. “I didn’t think Mr. Cocksure would like it, but I just used to get in there and ream all of those football players real good with my tongue and fingers.”

“That beetch is jus’ a skanky whore,” Lonny, Malika’s closest friend, said as she watched Crystal try to cram my dick and several sex toys up her own butt.

“You do know Crystal about the physical law that says no two—or ten--objects can occupy the same space simultaneously,” I said. I was beginning to feel a little crowded.

“You apparently haven’t studied quantum physics and multi-dimensional space, Mr. Cocksure,” she said.

Lonny was right about French girls being more earthy. In a concession to American tastes, she did shave her legs, but her vaginal patch was hirsute as were her arm pits. When she began to buck against me with her ass, she began to sweat profusely. Soon we were both drenched in sweat and there was something highly erotic about that. I kissed the back of her neck as sweat streamed down from her hair and my cock disappeared repeatedly into her pistoning ass.

When she flipped around and I was pumping into her while she was lying on her back, I sucked her bare toes which had a pungent overwhelmingly erotic blend of smells that drove me to ecstasy. All and all, it was the hottest, sweatiest sex I’d had in awhile, and as you know, that’s saying something.

“Don’t make any decisions, today.” Dez said as I was getting dressed. “I have 12 more hot girls I want you to give the taste test to this weekend. Why don’t you take the club van out to the house this afternoon. I won’t get back there until after closing time at 2 a.m. tonight. I’ll call ahead and tell the girls not to bother you tonight. You can take a shower and sleep.”

That sounded like a sound offer. I knew where Dez lived from previous trips to the Twin Cities and out in the “sticks” as she called it, it was sure to be both quiet and relaxing. She lived in a big sprawling farm house with cows and chickens and even a guest house. She gave me a key to the guest house and assured me no one would bother me there that night.

I saw lights up in the main house when I pulled up but didn’t even bother to knock there. I just parked in back of the guest house, let myself in and jumped in the shower. Refreshed and sleepy, I jumped in bed, not bothering to throw any clothes on. Darkness enveloped me.. In my dreams, I felt several strange creatures reaching out to inspect and prod my privates.

“What?????” I awoke with a jolt to see seven pairs of strange, frightened eyes staring back at me.

“We’re sorry, Mister Cocksure, mom told us to leave you alone at least for tonight,” one of the creatures was saying. “But you were laying there asleep and we didn’t think there was anything wrong with just looking at it.”

“Looking at what,” I said, still not sure I wasn’t dreaming.

“At it, Mr. Cocksure,” another voice said. “Mom brings home videos from the club and we watch them sometimes. We never thought we’d actually get to touch it.”

“I’m sorry and just who are you people?”

“I’m Allie and this is my sister Marie,” a smiling shaggy-haired pixie said. “We’re twins.”

“You don’t know me, Mister, but I am Brayden and this is my friend from Cherry Hill Junior high school, Terry,” said a skinny freckled red-head.

Terry smiled and said, “I can squirt.”

Allie took up introductions from there.

“The other girls here are daughters of my mom’s friends who live with us. This is Peyton.”

A shy, smiling blonde with braces smiled and I swear, curtsied.

“The brunette girl over there in the swimming suit is Breana,” Allie said.

Breana stood there and just stared at my crotch so hard I felt self-conscious and pulled s sheet over me.

“You don’t have to cover up for us, Mr. Cocksure,” Allie said. “We’ve probably seen your cock more often than you have. Anyway, that last girl over we call, Baby.”

Baby was quite possibly the most beautiful young girl I have ever seen, with full radiant lips and rosy cheeks. When doll makers try to model the perfect baby face, Baby’s was the face they strive to model. Flawless complexion coupled with the to-die-for adult body in a tiny bikini was almost too much to bear. Now I felt self conscious again.

Baby reached out her tiny hand to me to shake mine.

“I am happy to meet you Mr. Cocksure,” she said in a lilting almost musical voice.

“All of you, uh, call me Brad,” I said, uncomfortable with my stage name being tossed around by a bunch of kids, Dez’s kids, so nonchalantly. If I was having fantasies before, seeing Baby, now I was positively tilting the maxed out Peter meter.

“Oh my God,” said Breana. “It’s getting hard. Look how big it is.”

Baby stepped back as if in astonishment. “I never imagined,” she said. “I mean, how are we going to fit that…”

“Girls, ahem, if you excuse me a moment,” I said, “I’ll get dressed and we can talk in the living room. Okay?”

“Yes, Mr. Cocksure, uh, Brad,” Allie said, backing out with the others.

Alone, I slipped on my pants and a shirt, kicking myself. Two of the girls—the twins—were my hostesses’ daughters. I’d known them since they were tots. I was just surprised to see how quickly they’d reached their teen years. I guessed the must be at least fourteen by now, but when I last talked to Dez, they were living with their father, the courts having decided that a mother running a strip tease club was unfit.

I got Dez on the phone and told her what happened.

“I’m sorry they bothered you, Brad,” she said. “I wanted to give you at least one night of peace.”

“I’m sorry, Dez. They just came in while I was sleeping. I guess they just didn’t expect to find me here.”

“Of course they expected to find you, Brad,” Dez laughed. “One of the reasons you are staying with us is because they begged for you to stay when they knew you were coming. I just have one question. Did you fuck the shit out of the lot of them brats?”

“Dez, don’t joke,” I said. “These are your daughters and other girls I don’t know. I am not going to risk…”

“You aren’t risking a thing,” Dez said. “The other girls are daughters of my friends Meagan, Charlie and Wytosa.”

“What about Terry?”

“She’s the daughter of one of the women who work here at the club,” Dez said. “Hell, Morgan was 12 when she had Terry. Now you know all of us. We ran out of need for dick a long time ago. We’re all lesbians. But those girls are at the stage they are just discovering boys and we’d rather have you break them in rather than have them come home from school knocked up by some high school moron who plays hockey and moose hunts but couldn’t afford to support them in the style to which they have been accustomed. We’d pick you every time.”

“What makes you think I won’t get them pregnant?” I said.

“Well first of all, you are fixed and have been for as long as I’ve known you,” Dez said. “Plus you are quite possibly the most ass-focused bastard on the planet. If you are afraid of getting them pregnant, stick it where that’s not possible.”

“You want me to ass fuck those tiny little girls?”

“I didn’t see you taking much pity on poor Crystal this afternoon,” Dez said. “They would love it.”

“You don’t want me to pop their cherries?” I said.

“What cherries?” Dez chuckled. “Those girls have been masturbating as long as I can remember and there not an intact hymen among them. Virgins they may be but innocent, no way. We give them vibrators and dildos but they wear them out. We can’t keep cucumbers in the vegetable drawers. Since they were kids, those girls have watched your videos and imagined. Now you are there in the flesh. If you don’t fulfill their fantasies, they’ll be desperately disappointed, perhaps think something is wrong with them. And frankly, we’ll be disappointed in you. They are a lot more mature mentally than they are physically, but you can handle them.”

After I hung up, I wandered into the living room sheepishly, not knowing where to begin. The girls were sprawled around the room aimlessly. Some were watching television; others were listening to their I-Pods. They brightened up when I entered.

“Well, uh, what do you want to do?” I volunteered.

“Play cards.” was the answer.

Sixty minutes later, I was sitting on the floor with my shirt and pants off looking at my hand wondering whether I should raise or fold. The girls were in various stages of undress as well, scattered around the coffee table, studiously examining what had been played and their own hands. Baby had made a pizza in the small kitchenette and served sodas from the refrigerator. The more I drank, the more I realized, she’d also spiked my drink with liquor. These little brats were playing me for a sucker and trying to seduce me.

In my hand, I held two jacks and an Ace. Normally I would raise, but these girls already had proved themselves adept card sharks.

“So, we’re waiting…” Allie said.

“Okay, I will raise, but I have already lost my pants. All I have left are my slippers.”

“That’s okay, Brad,” Terry said. “I have a full house. You are already beat.”

“And just how did you know what’s in my hand?”

“Terry’s good,” Allie said. “She doesn’t cheat.”

“And did I tell you I can squirt?” Terry said.

“Okay, Terry, I’ll bite,” I responded slipping off my slippers. “How did you learn to squirt?”

“She watched you in Squirty Girl III with LeAnna Sprinkle,” Marie said. “Then she started practicing and practicing. She’s got so she can put out a candle from twenty feet away.”

“Yeh, I don’t even sleep with her anymore ‘cause when you wake up in the morning,” said Baby, “the bed is soaked.”

“Yes, give me a bed wetter rather than a squirter any day,” Breana added.

“When a girl squirts on your dick, does it feel good?” Terry asked.

“Well, when you get wet, it doesn’t feel bad, just sort of messy. But I guess it’s like of sexy to see women get so turn on.”

“That’s what I thought,” Terry said.

Then followed once of those awkward silences which finally I had to break.

“Okay, girls, I have no clothes left. I am totally naked. What’s next?”

“We could play Scrabble,” Baby said.

“She’s just nervous because she saw your dick awhile ago and how big it was,” Allie said. “We can play Scrabble if you want or you can put it up our butts.”

“Don’t tell me,” I said. “You’ve been practicing anal sex?”

“Mom said you were a butt sex man and probably would like that sort of thing,” said Marie.

“And we have been practicing with vibrators, all except Baby,” Allie added. “She’s afraid it hurts too much.”

“But I do have a high fiber diet,” Baby said.

“What is that supposed to do for you?” I wondered.

“Well, it hurts so bad going in, but when things come out, it feels real good, at least most of the time,” Baby explained. “So I figured, the more I poop out, the more my butt hole will expand.”

“That’s just gross,” Terry said.

“Gross. Gross, Gross,” Terry’s friend Brayden added.

“Okay, well, your Mom told me I dare not disappoint you guys so how do you want to start?

“Well, you can start by trying to put it in real slow and sort of built up to it,” Allie said.

“Don’t you guys have boys at school you can practice with?” I said.

The girls look around at each waiting for someone to answer. Finally, Baby spoke up.

“The boys at school are so immature, Mr. Cocksure, I mean, Brad.”

“They have very small penises compared to yours and they don’t know how to use them very well yet,” Marie said.

“All they care about is cumming themselves, not about us or our cum,”

“Yes, and we are entitled to cum,” Peyton, the shy little pixie replied. “It’s in the Constitution.”

For a moment, I looked into the future and saw a convention where women were demanding the ECA, Equal Cum Amendment. I felt sorry for the boys of the next generation having to deal with so many horny women with pent up demand.

“Peyton is very political,” Marie explained. “That’s why she wants to be first.”

“Yes, do me first,” Peyton said. She slipped out her shorts and straddled me from above. “Okay,” she said. “You want me to run my butt over your face so you can lick it wet or something?”

I peaked up at her tiny little ass with the pink rose bud at the center. Skinny legs on either side of me, she still had open toe sandals on her delicate little feet with brightly painted toe nails. Had I died and gone to heaven? Okay, thanks God, I thought, and dived in.

In a few minutes she was wobbling back and forth. “Oh fuck,” she said.

I was making huge swirls with my tongue near her bung. I felt her fall against me, collapsing on my face.

“Are you ready, Peyton?” I said.

“Yes, yes, I think so, oh my God,” she stammered. “Just a second. Okay, I think I am ready”

She lowered her ass toward my lap. I let her bounce around awhile trying to get the peg in the right hole. I figured I’d let her choose which hole, but she kept backing up to align the back hole. Finally, I helped her out. I pulled her hips down with a sudden rush so my cock impaled her.

“Oh shiiiiit!” she screamed.

“Peyton, are you okay?” an anxious Marie asked.

She remained still for a couple of minutes, her eyes closed and teary. Finally, she started recovering slowly, breathing hard.

“I’m….fine,” she said. “But slow, please. Slow.”

She raised herself up a bit and collapsed again.

“Shiiiitt!” she said. “That fucking burns.”

“Peyton, maybe you better stop,” Brayden said.

“No, I’m…fine, just give me a minute,” she responded.

Again she raised her ass and plunged down again. “Shiiit,!!” she exclaimed.

“Peyton, let me try.” Terry said. “You don’t have to do this.”

“No, I’m…fine. Jus’ a second here. Give me a second.”

Again, she raised and lowered.

“Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!” she screamed like a banshee.

“Peyton, stop!” the other girls screamed in unison.

“…..that feel’s so fucking, fucking good,” she finished.

The other girls relaxed. “Oh, again, Brad, let me do it again and again,” Peyton said.

And she did. Again and again. I thought she’d never stop, in fact. The other girls finally got tired of watching.

Sixty minutes later, I kid you not, Peyton collapsed at last with a final, sweaty shudder.

“That was….fantastic…more than I ever could hope,” she cooed.

“My turn next,” Allie cried.

“No me,” Breana said.

Maybe we could throw dice or spin a bottle or something , I said. Plus I suggested they give me time to recover. Cream was still leaking from Peyton’s gaping bung.

“We’ll pick cards,” Allie said.

The schedule was set after the girls selected cards, the highest cards determined order. Baby knew she was in trouble when she drew a King.

“Baby, we don’t have to do what Peyton and I did,” I said, studying the anxiety on her beyond beautiful face. “We could try later.”

“No,” she said, “we picked in order and I’m not backing out.”

She settled back against me and gave me a slow, wet kiss. “You know, I wasn’t scared until I saw it in the bedroom awhile ago,” she said.

“I know,” I smiled, kissing her back.

I can’t speak scientifically, but a high fiber diet is no way to prepare for anal sex. If anything, it tightened Baby’s plump, rosy ass. She screamed and cried and bucked like a rodeo champ, but she refused to relax enough to let me in.

“Get me some butter or lard from the refrigerator,” I ordered Allie. When she returned, I smashed the whole stick of butter into Baby’s pulsing bung. Now relax, I said, or this won’t make a difference. Slowly, she settled back again, this time seeming more calm. I grunted and pressed hard into her. Again and again I jammed my cock in there until at last, there was movement.

A slow smile spread across her lovely face. “Oh Brad, that’s just awesome,” she sighed. Still, it was slow going. I held on to her ample breasts with the bright pink nipples as much for leverage as to stimulate her. Eventually, she was bucking against me with authority. It’s funny how different women are in their response to sex.

“Damn, damn,” she said, after every thrust. Soon I was pounding her from behind doggy style like she was a veteran anal whore. Another hour passed before Baby seemed to have enough. I couldn’t believe my luck at being able to screw such a lovely young woman, but if all of the girls took as long as Peyton and Baby, it was going to be a long night.

It was longer than I expected. I didn’t anticipate the games the girls had thought up for me after the first round. I did not resurface for a full day.

What did I learn during that time? Well, Terry wasn’t the only girl who could squirt. With a dick up their asses, Allie and Marie turned out to be quite drenching little anal queens. Indeed, there’s a permanent wet spot on the carpet of Dez’s guest house I doubt she’ll ever get out. Terry was by far, the squirt queen, however, I had to take a shower when she was done and though she didn’t put out a candle, she managed to ruin the card deck.

Breana and Brayden were the anal champs, however, loose enough in the booty to ride like they were galloping to warn the English were coming. I guess practice does make perfect and it was good information to have when the girls put a blind fold on me later and tried to make me guess whose ass was on my dick.

“Brayden, that has to be you,” I said. “I slipped in too easy.”

“Baby,” I said later, “No one has an ass that tight or says ‘damn’ like you do.”

“Okay, I’m wetter than hell, Terry.” I told the next occupant “That can only be you.”

I guessed every girl, much to their amazement. To be truthful, there is something about the way a woman’s ass twitches that makes it easy to discern who they are after one back door entry. And of course, there is the odor of the napes of their necks.

When I finally was able to escape, I drove to the club on Saturday for the girl review Dez had promised me.

“The girls gave you great reviews,” Dez said. “They tell me they have something really special planned for you when you return tonight.”

“Dez, those brats of yours are wearing me out,” I said. “I’m not sure I am going back. I haven’t slept since I got here.”

“Well, like I said, I did try to give you one night of sleep,”

“Them young girls are murder,” I said.

“Well, I have a new group of young ladies to introduce you to,” Dez said. She clapped her hands and a line of some of the loveliest naked dancers I’d ever seen. Like the girls from earlier in the week, they backed toward me, shoved their asses in my face and pulled aside their G-strings.

“Wanna taste. Mr. Cocksure?” a tall blonde girl names Christianne suggested.

I was by now in such a sexual frenzy, I confess I went slightly crazy. I jumped like a demon poking one girl in the ass, another in the pussy. I forced several girls to their knees and jammed my cock to the back of their throats. I was lost in a delirium of holes. I lost count of how many girls were there, perhaps a dozen, but it was impossible to discern who I was fucking or who was sucking me off. The girls were so astonished at my frenzy, they just let me do whatever I wanted. One girl’s name was Betty and I remember grabbing her by her hair and skull fucking her repeatedly. Another, Chanel, took an anal pounding as bad as I’d given Claire on the island.

When I was finished, I surveyed the wreckage and saw naked girls sprawled around the VIP room like bowling pins.

“Well, I guess you van see why Mr. Cocksure is such a renowned cocksman and what you can expect if you get in the video business,” Dez was telling the girls.

“That was a fucking five-hour hurricane,” one black girl with close cropped hair said.

“I haven’t been fucked that hard since high school,” another girl said as if she were floating on a cloud. “But that was the whole basketball team.”

“Did someone get the license plate of that truck that sped through here?” yet another still-woozy girl said.

Could it be true that I had gone on for five solid hours of uninterrupted sex without even knowing what I was doing or who I was doing?

“Brad, are you okay?” Dez said, when she could turn her attention to me.

“I’m fine, Dez, but I couldn’t distinguish any of these girls, one from the other,” I said. “You might as well tell all of them, including the four from earlier in the week, we’ll send them all to LA and try them out in videos…if they still are interested.”

“You were a whirling dervish,” Dez said. “I’ve never seen anything like it. You hopped from hole to hole like the Energizer bunny on speed.”

“Remember, I haven’t really slept in days now,” I said. “All I have been doing is doing it.”

“Those girls of ours must have really kept you moving.”

“Not just your girls,” I said. “The girls on the island…the girls here at the club. I feeling like I am batting clean up in a tied game and just can never get the winning run in.”

“I’ll tell the girls here to pack their bags and get ready to fly back with you…if you didn’t scare them to death,” Dez said. “Meanwhile, why don’t you go back to the house and get some sleep at the guest house.”

“You’d actually turn me lose on those sweet teenagers back at the guest house?” I said. “No, I’m not fit company for man or beast. Let me sleep back here on the sofa in the VIP room. When I am back to myself, I will come back to the house. Besides, I doubt those adolescent girls of yours would let me alone long enough to actually sleep.”

“Okay,” Dez said, “You know since their father told me he didn’t want them any more, you are the closest thing Allie and Marie have had to a father figure.”

“A daddy that fucks them in the ass?”

“Well, that’s the nice thing about you not really being their dad,” Dez laughed. “They have strong male model in their lives and they also get fringe benefits.”

“Glad you think that way, but I’m not certain they won’t be scarred for life.”

“Maybe only around their bungs,” Dez said. “But they can handle that, like a sore, red badge of courage. Believe me, they won’t forget these days with you.”

“Well, I’m not ready for them just yet, so give me some time to catch some winks and I will see them tonight,” I said. “Monday I am expected back in LA.”

“Done, but I should warn you that Morgan will be bringing some business customers back here later so they can study what the VIP room has to offer,” Dez said. “You just lay back there and sleep and no one will bother you. I’ll tell her you are here and to stay away from the back of the VIP Room.”

I awoke about four hours later when I heard a distant male voice.

“This is fine, excellent, in fact, Miss Dendridge,” one voice was saying. “It’s one of the largest, nicest private spaces at any strip club here in Minneapolis-St. Paul. It’s perfect for what we have planned.”

“Great, Mr. Exeter,” I heard Morgan’s voice speaking sweetly. Morgan, Terry’s mother, was the club’s booking agent and met with business executives who wanted to rent the VIP space. She obviously had some fish on the hook and was trying to reel them in.

“Yes, the only concern I have is how we’ll suspend the women by their breasts from the ceiling,” the man known as Exeter said. “I mean, I don’t see and cross bars up there in the ceiling that could easily support a women’s weight. I guess we’ll have to bring our own joists and supports.”

“Well, I doubt any women here at the club would consent to being suspended by their breasts.” Morgan said.

“No honey, these are women specially selected and on consignment to the Republican Party,” Exeter repeated. “We’ve given them special breast implants that makes such things feasible without too much pain. But I do have a favor to ask.”

“Yes, if we can accommodate,” Morgan responded.

“Well, could you get all the little girlies in the club to put their hair up in buns and wear these Tina Faye specs,” he said. “We’d just appreciate it so much.”

“Well, I’ll try,” Morgan said, obviously not getting it.

“Do more than try, woman,” the man replied with some anger. “This is a special request from Dick Cheney hisself and Carl Rove. We have some private visitors cummin’ to the convention who have a taste for such women.”

“Okay, but I ‘m just a little surprised that those guys will even have much of a role at this convention,” Morgan said. “I thought the idea was to distance McCain from Bush.”

“Lady, just between me and you, they has always been a Cheney and Rove pullin’ levers in the Republican party from deep in their offices in the dank, dark pit of hell. Hell, long before McCain was ready to piss his first diaper, there was a Cheney and Rove.”

“I didn’t realize,” Morgan said.

“Oh yes, but I did not tell you that, got it?” Exeter said. “Most of the Republican party will be coming to Minnesota huntin’ pecker, but I am sorry to say that we still do have some reprobate heterosexuals in the party and they will come here to your club.”

“Oh you’re talking about the Log Cabin Republicans,” Morgan said. “I didn’t realize they were such a big part of the party.

“No, of course not the Log Cabiners,” Exeter said. “I’m talkin’ about the fundamentalist right wing who can’t come out of the closet ‘cause it will offend Jesus.”

I’d heard enough and was trying to sneak out when I stepped on some anal beads left over from my party earlier in the day and alerted everyone to my presence.

“Oh, Brad, hi,” Morgan said. “Dez told me you were back here and said not to disturb you. I am sorry if we…”

“No, no, Morgan,” I said somewhat sheepishly. “I was just leaving. Don’t let me bother you.”

“While you are here, let me introduce you Rep. Dexter Exeter and his assistant, Miss Loyola Marin,” Morgan said. “They are here to evaluate our VIP room for a party the Republicans will be throwing during the convention in a few weeks.”

“You’re that godless son of bitch what owns this here establishment and appears in all them dirty, dirty movies aren’t you, son?” Exeter said, addressing me directly. “I have to tell you I am not a fan of your antics on the screen. It is against everything the Republican Party stands for, including family values.”

“Nice you meet you, too, Mr. Exeter, but I have to ask, did I not just hear you arranging to rent this facility so you could hang women from the ceiling by their tits?”

“Family values, young man,” Exeter said, “What could be more family values than the God-given breasts women possess to suckle their God-given infants?”

“I guess you are right, Mr. Exeter,” I said. “Well, as I said, Mr. Exeter, I don’t want to keep you. Again, nice to meet you.”

I gave Exeter’s female assistant the once over as I was leaving and was surprised by how young and lovely she was. She wore a skin tight tan mini-skirt with a white ruffled blouse that emphasized her breasts. She had long jet black hair that dipped to her ass and legs that started where her hair ended and extended a long way toward the floor to a pair of high heels.

“Nice meeting you, as well, Miss Marin,” I called to her as I made a hasty exit. “Hate to say hello and go but I hope to see you again some day.”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Cocksure,” she said with a smile. “I am sure we will meet again.”

I didn’t know at the time how right she was.

Later over drinks, Dez, Morgan, Meagan, Charlie, Wytosa and Carrie Anne, a bar tender, discussed the Republicans and their party.

“Do you believe those bastards,” Morgan laughs. “He’s telling me about the woman hanging by their tits and all I can think of is the liability if their nipples pop off.”

Dez was positively livid.

“I know we’ll probably triple our profits over the next few weeks while them morons are in town, but I’ll be just as glad when they are gone,” Dez said.

“Dez, your Democratic roots are showing,” I said.

“Can’t help it,” she said, stroking her hair. “I am so sick of Bush, I’d vote for turd before I’d vote for a Republican.”

“Well, you didn’t seem sick of bush last night,” Wytosa laughed.

I love these woman even though I didn’t technically have the right equipment to serve in their party either. I liked bush, too., whatever my opinions of the President.

“I hear Brad here is a bush and ash man,” Charlie said.

“Yeh, Brad, Terry tells me she’s sitting on one ass cheek at a time today because of the way you have been abusing her rump,” Morgan says.

“Morgan, that girl of yours is Niagara Falls on steroids,” I said. “I haven’t abused anything. She has her own built in lube.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” she said. “I have to clean her bed clothes.”

“Yes, Morgan, cut that girls’ soda supply.” Charlie said. “I find wet spots all over the house where she’s ‘practiced’.”

Wytosa laughed so hard, she nearly burst.

“You’re going to make me pee my pants,” she laughed. “I understand Brad’s now got Allie and Marie sprinkling all over the place.”

“That’s just so funny because when the girls were real little, Brad, used to change their diapers,” Dez said.

“Now he just lets them pee all over him,” Wytosa said.

“Saves the cost of diapers,” I said, “but I sure hope you are wrong about the pee.”

“I believe they all are probably a group of squirters,” Meagan added. “Horniest little bitches on the face of the planet.”

“Well, I just want to say that I wouldn’t have touched them if Dez hadn’t told me you all wanted me to,” I said.

“Brad, those girls were wearing the skin off of cucumbers from the vegetable jar,” Meagan said. “I’d much rather they get the real thing from someone who knows what he’s doing and won’t end up knocking them up rather than some dumb little wanker from school.”

“I told Brad those girls have been watching his videos since they graduated from Sesame Street,” Dez said. “I bring them home here from the club and I gave up trying to keep them from finding and watching them.”

“I am surprised you bring my videos home,” I said.

“Well, we weren’t always labia lickers,” Wytosa said. “How do you think we got those kids you’ve been molesting?”

“Yes, I still loves me some dick,” Meagan said. “It’s just that the real ones come with men attached.”

“Yes, thank God for vibrating rubberized plastic,” Charlie said, offering a toast. “Always ready to perform no matter what as long as you supply the batteries and you get none of the hairy ass guilt trips.”

“Well, I for one still enjoy the mixture and say viva le difference,” Carrie Ann said. “I occasionally like having a man attached.”

“Brad’s videos do have a lot of great lesbian sex,” Meagan said.

“Dez was even in one of those scenes,” I reminded her.

“Oh yeah, Dez, and as I recall, you and Brad here even did the dirty in that movie,” Charlie said.

“He spoiled me for other men.” Dez laughed.

“Made you just give up men entirely?” Charlie said.

“Well, actually at one time Brad and I were a pretty hot item,” she said. “We had some great times together. He helped me out when I was a single mom and had two babies and my husband, the babys’ daddy, wouldn’t support them.”

“Then you lost custody for awhile when the daddy went to court and the judge decided you being in the strip club business did not provide a ‘proper’ home environment,” Wytosa said.

“Republican bastards,” Dez said. “Said I was an unfit mother. That was fine when all my ex was interested in was revenge and he was jealous of my success. As soon he found some bimbo who could support him but told him he had to ditch the kids, he dropped them like a rock.”

“So that’s what got you to swear off cock?” Charlie said.

“The dick I had was a dick and the dick I wanted was too busy poking every hole in creation.” Dez said. “What else was I going to do? Here at the club, I had and endless supply of clam and I occasionally found the dick I wanted pokin’ around in there with me.”

“Now he’s pokin’ around inside your babies,” Wytosa said.

“It’s poetic justice,” Dez laughed.

“Well, I can’t help myself,” I said. “Despite some early misgivings, those are some fine looking girls. I don’t know that I could have passed them up”

“But Melissa—uh, Baby—she’s special,” Charlie said. “She is a stone-cold heart breaker.”

“A walking talking teen wet dream,” I agreed.

“I always said Melissa’s daddy was the prettiest looking man I ever saw and I had to turn to women after he left because I couldn’t find any more men who were his equal,” Wytosa said.

“The boys at school won’t leave her alone but when found out you were coming, she decided to save herself for you,” Dez said.

“All of the girls passed up a free trip to Maui this summer so they could be here when you were,” Dez said. “So now you see why they—and we—would be so disappointed if you’d left them unsullied.”

“I guess but I am sure Maui would have been a much greater adventure,” I said.

“No, I think most of them think they have arrived as women now,” Wytosa said. “I just don’t know how their teachers will respond when they all turn in papers this fall entitled, ‘How I Spent My Summer Getting Popped in My Pooper.’”

Laughter cascaded around the table. These women were family and they’d graciously let me share a few minutes with them. Among themselves, they all shared domestic and child-rearing chores together and had a communal sex relationship that was not built on guilt or jealousy. They shared and shared alike and their attitude toward sex was as earthy and refreshing as any open minded man’s. What a change from the attitude Exeter had shown earlier in the day.

It was Dez’s night off. She and Wytosa drove back to the farm with me. I barbecued for them that evening after turning down their offer to make dinner for me. The young girls joined in to help me.

“Brad, you’ve got these girls to set a table and actually help you cook,” Wytosa said. “That in and of itself is a miracle.”

“Later, “ Terry whispered to me giggling, “we have something real special planned for you.”

“Well I hope you girls have been keeping Brad happy,” Dez told them.

After supper, we sat around in the back yard enjoying the cool Minnesota evening. The promise of rain was in the air and a soft breeze rustled the trees. Brayden, Breana and Baby carried the dishes into the house to the dishwasher while the rest of us relaxed outside enjoying the cool moist breezes.

“You girls never said anything when I asked if you were keeping Mr. Cocksure’s sure cock happy.” Dez said.

“Well, mostly he’s been keeping us happy,” Allie said.

“Yes, he made love to all of us in our pussies and our butts at least five times,” Marie said.

“Well, it was more like he tore some of us new holes,” Peyton laughed. “I’m not sure making love applies in this case.”

“Well, what I want to know is what you did for him?” Dez said.

The girls looked at each other like they had no idea what Dez was talking about.

“Have you showed Mr. Cocksure your oral skills?” Dez asked.

“Well, we never got a chance,” Allie said.

“We were too busy doing other stuff,” Marie said.

“Boy, you are a bunch of greedy selfish little bitches, aren’t you?” Dez laughed.

She dropped to her knees in front of me, pulled down the zipper on the front of my pants and whipped out my cock with the authority of a one-time owner. She inhaled it all the way down her throat.

“You know I might sue for sexual harassment,” I said.

She gave me one of those mocking “who are you kidding” looks and then dropped down for another gulp.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” she said after several deep throat dives. “Allie, Marie, now get your butts down here.”

The girls settled on either side of their mother and she told them to grasp my cock at its base.

“Now take it all the way in,” she told. “Marie, you first.”

Marie smiled but the thought of throating me frightened her a little. You could see it in her eyes. She made it half-way down the shaft, gasping for air and eyes watering.

“Now you, Allie.” Dez said, grasping her daughter by the pony tail and forcing her head downward to my lap. Allie wasn’t much better than her sister on the first try, but one after another, Dez forced their heads down the shaft until choking and gasping for air, eyes watering, their lips were pressed solidly against my stomach and slurping my nut sack with their tongues. Watching them bob up and down with a discernible rhythm, I was reminded of an oil derrick you see on the plains of the Midwest. Then, Dez forced one after another to take my nuts in their mouths and roll them around,

“Peyton, you want some of this?” Dez asked.

Peyton warily dropped to her knees and let Dez grasp her by the nape of her neck and push her forward while Allie and Marie swaddled my balls with busy tongues.

“Your mom would be so proud, Peyton,” Dez said as she watched her take the whole shaft on the first try.

The feeling was exquisite and I never wanted it to stop. When Allie and Maries exchanged places with Peyton, who assumed ball duties, I was somewhat fearful of the metal braces the twins flashed each time they came up for air. With Dez not guiding their downward spirals any longer, the girls were a little sloppy in their techniques. Finally, my fears were realized when Marie nicked me on a particularly violent downward gulp that felt great at the beginning but ended with a bit of pain.

“Marie, this isn’t like when I tell you to chew up all your food.” Dez warned “Keep your teeth away from the dick.”

Dez pulled my cock out of Marie’s throat and made an inspection. There was a small cut at the base of the shaft but it was otherwise okay. The throating began anew, each girl, including Dez, taking turns.

“Melissa, get out here and watch this shit,” Wytosa called to her daughter in the kitchen.

Melissa (Baby) stepped out of the kitchen and on to the porch to see Dez, Allie, Marie and Peyton taking turns on my skin flute.

“Oh my God…” she said tailing off at the end. Breana and Brayden were just behind her, equally astonished.

“Get down there and help out,” Wytosa told her too-gorgeous daughter who was dressed in tight shorts and a white cotton blouse.

Poor Baby. So much beauty and all her holes were drum tight, even her mouth. Try as hard as she could, she could not open her mouth wide enough to get the shaft down her throat. Her porcelain delicate loveliness was strained to capacity gagging with her ripe, full lips enveloping my cock. Her normally rosy cheeks were crimson. At last , they gave Baby break and gave Breana and Brayden a turn.

One by one, the girls exchanged positions, some suckling my balls while the other gulped down my weiner. All except Baby had fully shafted me when Wytosa instructed her daughter to take another turn. Competitive by nature, she was not about to let her daughter be out done by her friends’ daughters, no matter what Wytosa herself thought about dick.

“Take that sucker down,” Wytosa commanded as she grabbed Baby’s head and forced it down the full length of the shaft. Again I felt a small twinge of pain at the base of my shaft from too much teeth action, but the sight of Baby’s lovely face struggling and gasping pressed all of the way down my cock was more than I could take. I had been struggling myself to contain the buildup to explosion rumbling in my lower extremities. When Wytosa pulled Baby’s head off my cock with a loud pop, my penis erupted in a geyser of white foam. A lot of it caught Baby fully in the throat but I was still erupting while the other girls tried to catch droplets of cum with their mouths. Soon, they were passing cum wads around to each other like little birds.

“That,” Dez told the girls, “is your reward.”

“Ohmygod, mom,” Allie said. “That was better than the Fourth of July.”

Thick mats of cream and saliva coated her face and suspenders of glistening liquid linked her to her sister’s messy face. Peyton was licking cream from Braden and Breana’s faces.

Suddenly, we heard a yip, yip like a coyote’s call and sudden splash of liquid. Terry stood on the porch watching us all, knees still trembling and a virtual river running down the steps on to the sidewalk. The shorts she was wearing and even her blouse were soaking wet and her face was matted in sweat.

“That….was” she said in a quavering voice. “soooooo fucking wonderful.”

The girls started laughing but Wytosa was appalled.

“Terry Dendridge, I just mopped that porch this afternoon,” she complained.

The girls continued to pass wads of cum back and forth. I just sat back and relaxed with my pants pooled around my ankles. Baby was still recovering from gagging, having taken most of the blast down her throat.

“That was terrific,” she said. “But more protein than I could swallow.” Poor kid was worried about her high fiber diet.

“It don’t taste so bad,” Wytosa said, accepting a goblet of cream from Dez’s parted lips. “I forgot how much I like this stuff.

In the distance, I heard the low rumble of thunder of something stalking toward us. Life was too good and couldn’t be better, I thought. But I was wrong.