The Billionaire's Daughter

THE BILLIONAIRE'S DAUGHTER

Deep in the Congo jungle, billionaire Keanu Carpenter sat beside a small fire, checking his notes. He'd spoken, or rather, had his translater speak to, many shamans and wise men, and had pieced together the most complete collection of African tribal magic in the world. Keanu didn't believe in magic, but after hearing the testimony of so many people, he knew there had to be something practical to be gained from a few of the rites he'd learned of.

His entire traveling party was sitting in a wider circle around the fire, many of them having enough credibility with the natives to learn their deepest secrets, but enough sensibility (in Keanu's mind) not to believe in any of that hocus pocus. Still, most everyone agreed they would like to see one attempt before they began their lengthy trek back to civilization.

Keanu had selected a noninvasive ritual, one of only a few that didn't involve drinking a nasty potion, smearing smelly crap all over yourself, or breathing in funky fumes. All it required was to grind various plant and animal parts into paste, wrap it in a dry leaf, and toss it in the fire. There was also supposedly some chanting, but Keanu knew that couldn't possibly have anything to do with anything. He used a dry leaf (which was actually one of the harder things to find, in the damp rainforest) to scoop out the contents of his pestle, and folded it into a taco shape, with the ends of the leaf pressed together.

His translator watched in pity as Keanu raised the package over the fire. It had taken an outrageous sum of money to enlist his aid in the betrayal of his homeland's secrets. But seeing Keanu's careless ignorance of the proper etiquette of invoking Anansi...whatever he got would be a fitting punishment. Keanu dropped the heavy leaf into the fire.

When it touched the first lick of flame, it incinerated explosively. The translator and several others had shielded their eyes, but the rest were temporarily blinded by the flash. Keanu had been sitting, but the force of the explosion knocked him onto his back, and his clothes were blackened. He was apparently unhurt, though.

Many people were moaning in pain and shock, feeling around themselves and blinking repeatedly. The translator went to Mr. Carpenter's side and reassured him. Though his clothes were burnt, his skin was unscathed. Most gods would have used the explosion as punishment, but Anansi was a trickster god. His punishment would be more...creative.

"I told you this was a bad idea." Said the party's scientist. "No more fiddling until we're back in the States!"

"Dammit! Dammit!" Keanu swore. He turned his head to roughly face the translator and asked "How bad am I hurt?"

"You got very lucky, Mr. Carpenter." the translator said. Little did any of the silly Americans know, none of this magic would work in any kind of laboratory setting. No doubt they would use a bunsen burner, a sheet of paper, and as many synthetic ingredients as they could get their penny-pinching hands on.

Keanu blinked, his vision returning. He looked at the backs of his hands, then turned them over. He gave a disappointed groan, looking at his wrist of the hand he had extended over the fire. "It burned off my daughter's bracelet..." He looked on the ground to see where it might have fallen.

The translator pretended to help him look, but he knew Anansi had taken the bracelet. Such was the way of gods to act outside their usual sphere of influence. The translator briefly regretted that he wouldn't have the satisfaction of knowing what Keanu's transgression had cost his daughter, but if the tribal elders he'd spoken to could be believed, it would be very interesting indeed...

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Seven time zones away, in sunny Florida, Cassie Carpenter was celebrating her eighteenth birthday. It was mid afternoon, and such ceremonial things as presents and cake had already been dealt with. Cassie and the three friends she'd been allowed to invite were rolling up the cover of the large swimming pool the Carpenters had in their backyard.

Cassie had wanted more people, but compromised with her mother to have these three also spend the night. Also, as part of her mother's backhanded "maturity gift", the maids and other staff were given the day off, which meant more privacy for Cassie, but also more menial tasks, such as rolling up the pool cover.

Suddenly she felt a bizarre twinge in her groin. It was followed by some kind of release, a constant pressure...Cassie looked down and saw a slight bulge in the wrinkles of her skirt. As she watched, it grew longer, thicker, and more noticable.

She immediately turned and walked toward the deck, away from her friends. "I need to use the bathroom." She called over her shoulder. She pushed a hand against the weird growth, and felt it continue to grow. By the time Cassie reached the deck, her new attachment stuck its head out the waistband of her skirt. It was a penis?!?

Most of the deck was lined with thickly grown trees, trimmed to be just over waist height, but Cassie's dick was beyond waist height. She pulled her striped spaghetti-strap top down over it, but it left a plain outline. It kept growing. It was starting to feel good, in a strange way.

On the deck, Cassie walked around the side of the house, feeling her genitals expand larger and larger. She felt pain in what she could only assume to be her balls, held unpleasantly in her now-too-tight panties. She pulled the bottom edge of her top back down to her waist; it had been pushed up a little by her ever expanding cock.

There was a rending tear, as Cassie's nutsack tore her panties apart with the sheer size of it. Cassie felt the length of her dick that extended into her shirt almost to her breasts, and knew it would face a similar fate. She pulled the tight top up, struggling to lift it over the head before the fit became too tight.

It was already too late to save her skirt. The shaft of her phallus had stretched the waistband to the point of breaking the clasp that held it on, and it fell around Cassie's feet. With a great heave of both hands, Cassie yanked her shirt up, baring her small B cup breasts.

When her giant dick sprang free, it fell forward, and its mass unbalanced Cassie so much, it made her stumble forward a few steps, leaving her torn panties and broken skirt behind. She pulled her dick up and regained her balance just in time to avoid ramming it into a potted tree.

The pleasure she felt when she held her thick shaft caused her to fall to a crouch. She felt her scrotum brushing against the worn wood of the deck, and on the sides of her feet and ankles. It felt like she had a basketball hanging down there!

And her penis...there was no analogy in her mind that could describe it. Cassie felt the ever increasing weight of it in her hands, as they kept it from falling onto the tree in front of her. It had surpassed the thickness of her arm before her panties broke, and now it looked to be as thick as her leg for its whole length.

Cassie stared in silent amazement as the tip of it reached eye level, where the growth finally stopped. Cassie's hands began stroking its impossible length, and the intense pleasure made Cassie throw her head back in ecstacy.

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She wrapped her hands further around her tree trunk of a cock, and pulled it closer in a hug. Cassie's mind reeled as she felt her dick pressing against her body from her groin to her face. The fleshy ridge of her penis head was exactly at the level of her mouth, and she unwittingly kissed it. Her arms felt exquisite wrapped around the gargantuan girth of her member, and they hugged it very tightly.

Cassie was giddy and light headed. She thrust her hips, driving her cock up an inch. It felt so good, she couldn't stop from repeating it, up and down and up and down.

Unknown to Cassie, her best friend Kristy had come looking for her, and turned the corner to see her friend apparently grinding her pussy on a flesh colored beanbag. Kristy looked down to see Cassie's skirt and panties lying on the deck, then her gaze returned to her best friend's flexing buttocks. Cassie moaned.

Kristy announced herself, "Cassie, what the hell..."

Cassie turned her head and hunched her shoulders, but her erection was too big for its head to be fully eclipsed by Cassie's. "I have a...problem." Cassie said.

Kristy's eyes went wide as she realized what Cassie was trying to hide. Her knees went weak and she leaned on the side of the house for support. "Fucking...fuck..." Kristy said, shaking her head.

"What should I do?" Cassie asked worriedly.

Kristy looked back around the corner, and heard Brenda and Mecala chatting happily. She looked back to Cassie and said, "How the hell would I know?" She took a few steps closer.

Cassie stood up, but yelped in surprise when her thighs came into contact with her nutsack. She couldn't see it, but Kristy had a good view. Cassie had one single testicle, quite as large as a basketball, which made Cassie stand with her legs spread in an A shape.

"God, so heavy!" Cassie said, turning to face Kristy, who was still in shock over her friend's ludicrous addition. Kristy was looking at it from top to bottom, and if it wasn't plain how naked Cassie was, Kristy would have sworn it had to be attached by some kind of harness.

"Kristy! Hey!" Cassie said, the head of her dick just inches to the side of her actual head. "Get back to the pool before they come looking for you!"

But it was too late.

"Hey guys, what's taking you so..." Mecala's voice approached from around the corner, but stopped abruptly when she and Brenda rounded it and saw the almost naked Cassie with what appeared to be a giant fleshy exclamation point in her arms.

Cassie's face burned with embarassment as her best friends stared at her grotesquely enormous cock, which itself was burning with lust for those same best friends. She said, "I...I need..." Need what? What can they do for me? What can anyone do? I can't lead any kind of a normal life with something like this.

"What kind of sick joke is this, Cassie?" Brenda said, very offended. "I'm leaving."

Kristy said to Brenda's back as she walked away, "I'm not leaving!" Brenda had ridden with Kristy, so would have to ask Cassie's mom for a ride home.

"Damn. My mom's going to want to check on us." Cassie said. She knew there would be no way to keep this a secret from her for long, but she wanted to for as long as possible.

Kristy said, "Into the pool!" She grabbed Mecala's arm, whose hand had been slowly rubbing her crotch, unknown to the others, and pulled her along the deck. Cassie followed with quick hopping steps, which made her lone ball bounce off each thigh in turn.

She was still much slower than Kristy or Mecala, who had gotten to their bags beside the pool and stripped naked. Cassie froze and felt a slightly increased swelling in her dick at the sight of her naked friends.

As Kristy pulled on her bikini bottoms, she noticed Cassie standing on the deck steps, and said, "Cassie, come on!" Cassie trotted down the steps and to her own bag, bouncing her testicle like a pinball along the way.

Cassie released her penis farther and farther away from her body, but it was too unbalancing for her to stand. She tried resting it on the back of the lawn chair her bag was on, but her cock was so massive, it started tipping the chair over backwards before Cassie lifted it again.

"I'll hold that for you." Mecala said bluntly. Cassie accepted, blushing hotter than the sun itself as she faced Mecala.

Cassie avoided Mecala's eyes as she muttered "Thanks." and felt Mecala's hands touch her dick. Cassie let out an involuntary gasp as she slid her hands away and allowed Mecala to support more of her dick's weight. It was at about a forty-five degree angle, and Mecala had her wrists together, with her hands forming a U shape, several inches below the bulbous crown of Cassie's cock. It was pointed directly at Mecala's face, a fact neither of them missed.

Cassie pulled off her top and opened her bag, removing her bikini top and putting it on. Like Kristy's, it consisted of triangles, but had much less trouble doing its job than Kristy's did, who had large C cup breasts. But Kristy at least had a modest bikini bottom; Mecala had a thong. Mecala's top covered the most area (partly because, like Kristy, there was a lot of area to cover) but was also the thinnest material.

Mecala was staring at the penis head inches from her face. They were almost of equal size. Mecala gave Cassie's dick a light squeeze, and it didn't go unnoticed by Cassie. She fought back a moan, during which she saw Mecala lick her lips.

"THANKS, Mecala, you're a pal." Cassie said, snatching her cock back to its upright position. Mecala looked dazed and disappointed for a fraction of a second before she said, "Get in the pool!" Kristy was sitting on the edge with her feet in the water, inflating a small beach ball as fast as she could.

Cassie and Mecala jumped in at the closest place, where the depth was six feet. Cassie had been prepared for the shock, but not as much shock as she got from the huge amount of new surface area sprouting from her groin. Even as relatively cold as the water was, the sensation of it completely covering her huge meat stick was enough to raise her libido to new levels. She felt the skin of her scrotum tighten up. Cassie gasped, and took in a mouthful of chlorinated water.

She broke the surface, sputtering and coughing. She could FEEL the water flowing over and around her cock and ball, and in the crack of her ass. She barely contained another moan, but her breathing was labored.

With the added bouyancy of being in the water, Cassie's member was able to stick up almost vertically. She used one hand to push it forward, completely submerging it, just as she heard her mother's footsteps on the deck.

"You girls behave yourselves, I'll be back in about an hour!" Sandra said.

Kristy and Mecala both gave a cheery "Bye, Mrs. C!" and Cassie let out a distracted "Bye mom!" because she was having trouble treading water upright with only one arm and restricted leg movements. Sandra left with a friendly wave, and Cassie released her cock immediately after. It bobbed up right in front of her face, giving her a bizarre feeling of anti-penetration as the head left the pressure of the water. Cassie swam for the ladder, breaking the water in front of her with her massive spear. It felt so good, she may have swam in circles for the pleasure of it, if her friends weren't there.

Kristy tossed aside the partially inflated beach ball, and walked to the ladder. Mecala simply got out where she'd jumped in, something Cassie couldn't possibly do. Her cock wedged under one of the rungs, making her have to back up to free it, and approach again with one arm keeping the pillar of flesh against her body. Compared to the water, Cassie's dick was blazing hot as she held it against her stomach, breasts, and the side of her head. When she got her feet on the lowest rung, Cassie found that when she hunched her body, her cock head extended higher than her real head. The sensations given by her arm and body had their effect on her penis as well, sending jolts of pleasure through it.

Kristy offered a hand to help Cassie climb the ladder, but she needed both of hers to lift herself out of the pool. Cassie said, "Uh...hold this for a sec." and plopped her dick on Kristy's outstretched hand. Kristy brought her other hand underneath it also, for it took both hands to support the monster. Kristy touched it very gingerly, trying to have as little contact as possible, and the embarassment of touching her best friend's dick showed on her face.

Cassie pulled herself up and out of the pool, but felt her thighs push her scrotum back uncomfortably when she tried to stand. She spread her thighs and swung her nutsack in front of them, then took her cock back from a beet-red Kristy. It was so hot, the water was misting off it.

"What happened to you, Cassie?" Mecala asked as Cassie shuffled to the nearest lawn chair. She sat down and said, "I don't know! It just...happened suddenly!" Cassie laid down to give her arms a break, but then the oppressive mass of her cock pressed heavily on top of her, and she had to turn her head to one side. Cassie started crying.

Kristy knelt at her side, and said, "Hey, don't worry. You can get through this. I'm here for you." Kristy took Cassie's hand and held it tight.

Cassie smiled, and said, "Thanks. I'm really glad to have you as a frieHAAAaaa..." Cassie stuttered and gasped. She and Kristy looked down to see Mecala rubbing both her hands over Cassie's gigantic testicle, nestled between her spread thighs. "Yeaaahhh Mecala, keep doin' that...oohhhh..."

"Wow, it's so big and hot!" Mecala marveled, resting her cheek on Cassie's testicle, which easily bore its weight. Kristy moved and pushed Mecala away, saying, "Get off of that! That's not right!"

"Don't stop, Mecala! Kristy, please!" Cassie pleaded. Her hands slid up of their own accord to grip the sides of her phallus, and began stroking. She wanted to hug it tight, but she was very self conscious about her friends seeing her like this. Kristy, anyway. Mecala was more of an aquaintance, but it was still embarassing how easily Cassie was giving in to her newfound pleasure. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, tempted to taste herself again.

Instead, she said, "Kristy, you should go. I can't fight my desires much longer, and I don't want to lose you as a friend if you...if this...OHHHHH YESSSS!" Mecala had put her hands back on Cassie's giant fleshy sphere of a nut, and was licking it, too. Kristy turned and walked to her bag, taking out her towel and drying off. The moans of Cassie and Mecala behind her were very distracting. Kristy found that her crotch wouldn't stay dry, no matter how many times she ran the towel over it.

"This is nuts!" Kristy said to herself. "It's like some kind of bad dream. But if it's a dream, it doesn't matter." She was light-headed and woozy still, never having recovered from the unreality of first seeing Cassie beside the house. Kristy turned around and saw Cassie clinging to her erection with her forearms crossed behind it, kissing and licking along the crown of her penis like it was her lover's mouth...or some other body part. Kristy took one slow step after another, back to Cassie's side.

Cassie stopped making out with her cock to address Kristy. "Please help me, I need...I need more..." Cassie had splayed out her fingers as they gripped her shaft, but her arms were too small to offer the stimulation she wanted. She reached out and grabbed one of Kristy's hands, putting it on her cock. Kristy gasped, but didn't resist. She was horny as hell, aided by the slutty behavior of Cassie and Mecala. Her other hand began rubbing her pussy through her bikini.

"Kiss me, Kristy." Cassie said. "I think I love you."

Kristy was very confused. When she didn't act, Cassie grabbed Kristy's arm and pulled her to her knees, bumping her forehead on the side of Cassie's cock head, but Kristy didn't notice. It was too dreamlike, too bizarre. Both her hands continued rubbing their respective genitals on autopilot, and her mouth simply hung open as Cassie invaded it with her tongue. Cassie had surrendered to her lust, and she reveled in it, even going so far as to take off Kristy's top.

Mecala pulled her thong to one side, and squatted over Cassie's crotch, rubbing her dripping shaved snatch on the very base of Cassie's penis, where it became her nutsack. This act didn't go unnoticed by Cassie, who moaned into Kristy's mouth before saying to her, "Touch me, Kristy, I need it! I need to feel you on me!"

Mecala, a bit put off at being ignored, said, "How's this?" and she leaned forward, trapping Cassie's massive meat stick between herself and its owner. Cassie moaned louder, and couldn't keep frenching Kristy. The feel of another girl on the other side was indescribable. God, she could feel Mecala's huge tits right through the ultra-thin fabric of her bikini, could feel the erect nipples just brushing the sides as the main shaft rested between those breasts. Cassie's hand fell from Kristy's arm, and flailed for a second before finding Kristy's hand on her own crotch. Cassie forced Kristy's hand away and replaced it with her own, but also pulled the bikini bottom to one side and slid two fingers into her very wet quim.

Kristy grabbed Cassie's forearm with both hands, but she didn't pull it away. She instead began thrusting it, grinding her hips on Cassie's fingers like a sex toy. Kristy looked down in disbelief to find that yes, her best friend DID have two...make that three fingers, buried in her pussy. And her top had come off. How did that happen? Her nipples were so stiff, them and the surrounding areolae puffed up and looked ready to pop right off.

Cassie started thrusting her own hips almost imperceptibly, driving her dick up and down between herself and Mecala, two bellies, four breasts, two mouths, and three hands, all providing what felt like ten times the pleasure Cassie had felt when she was kneeling on the deck earlier. The situation was too much for Kristy, and her vagina clenched around Cassie's fingers in orgasm. Cassie's other hand left her dick and reached higher up to Mecala's back, pulling her down harder onto Cassie's member.

Cassie was no stranger to orgasm. She masturbated almost every day, and had been fingered by her boyfriend a couple times, but this was no ordinary orgasm. Her threshold for climax had been raised, and she had ascended beyond any of her previous orgasms before her first penile one began, before she'd left the pool, even. The pleasure Cassie felt when Mecala laid her warm, soft body on her dick dwarfed anything she'd ever known, and that was before Cassie's orgasm began.

There was no room for thought in Cassie's mind as her pleasure intensified beyond belief. Mecala felt a powerful surge of something against her pussy, which then continued up her body, and she saw Cassie's urethra bulge in front of her eyes just before the tip of her cock erupted in a proportional discharge of sperm. The stream was as thick as her finger, and it sailed in a low arc behind Cassie to splatter heavily on the grass ten feet behind her. The first gout was followed by another, and another, each one massaging Mecala's cunt as it passed.

The rhythmic pulsing and the sight of such a superhuman display brought Mecala to orgasm, as well. Her hands gripped the sides of the lawn chair and pulled her down even harder, grinding her body up and down Cassie's shooting member. Kristy's orgasm intensified as she saw Cassie ejaculating what looked like a pint of cum with every spurt, only the tiniest bit of which would land on the top of Cassie's head. After eleven unbelievable geysers, Cassie's orgasm wound down, and didn't have the strength to force any more past Mecala. Cassie's fingers went limp inside Kristy, whose orgasm then ended. Mecala continued convulsing with pleasure for several seconds, before she, too, went limp.

Cassie pushed Mecala to one side, sliding her off Cassie's softening monstrosity. Mecala got one foot beneath her, but stumbled and grabbed Kristy's shoulders for support. Kristy wasn't stable enough, and she fell to the ceramic tile, as well. Kristy was too worn out to do anything but lie there, but Mecala had more in mind.

She slid between Kristy's legs and began lazily lapping at Kristy's vulva. Kristy moaned in protest, but her attempts to refuse Mecala were easily thwarted, and half-hearted, at best. Kristy soon had her hands on Mecala's head, holding it near her crotch. Cassie had passed out, and didn't notice the sperm flowing onto the side of her face from her now unencumbered cock.

Mecala moved her legs to either side of Kristy's head, and lowered her bare, dripping cunt onto her friend's not-entirely-willing face. Mecala continued licking Kristy's moist slit, but Kristy wouldn't return the favor, no matter how hard Mecala pushed. With a groan of frustration, Mecala stood up and stepped to Cassie's lawn chair. She released the catch, causing the chair to fall to a flat position, and Cassie's fat cock fell heavily on top of her, waking her up.

"Come back, Mecala!" Kristy said, but she wondered what she was still doing here. Mecala was as slutty as the girls around school had said, and Kristy was totally out of her element. Yet she wanted to stay, to feel more of Cassie. Kristy watched as Mecala lifted Cassie's sausage and straddled Cassie's face. Unlike Kristy, Cassie eagerly dove in, with her tongue extended and exploring everywhere. Mecala bent Cassie's dick forward and leaned on it, bending it into a C shape.

"Yes, that's it, Cassie, lick me!"

"Mecala, I love the way you taste!"

Kristy pulled her bikini bottom back into position, and she picked up her bikini top, then walked back over to her bag. Kneeling beside it, she took several deep breaths, distracted by the moans of Cassie and Mecala. Kristy was still feeling very aroused, and when her eye caught a glimpse of a vibrator in Mecala's bag, her curiosity got the better of her. She picked it up and turned it on, pressing it against her pussy through the fabric of her bikini.

Mecala had begun stroking Cassie back to hardness, and her hands were pistoning up and down about two feet on the stiff phallus. Cassie had pulled Mecala's tiny thong apart with her teeth, and was busy licking up Mecala's wet lubrication. Feeling very dreamlike, Kristy pulled off her bikini and walked back to Cassie's lawn chair, holding the vibrator against her clit the whole time. Mecala noticed her approach, and said, "Give me that! You can practice your oral technique on this."

Kristy, in her perpetual daze, handed the vibe to Mecala, and stood over the lawn chair just above Cassie's knees. The chair was set about a foot above the ground, and Cassie's dick reached almost to Kristy's navel. Kristy looked down to see her hands holding the oversized penis, with its sperm spattered head looking back. The small vertical slit was actually not so small, and looked slightly reminiscent of a vagina with no inner lips. Kristy understood Mecala's suggestion, and thought, "Hell, why not? Cassie's my best friend in the world, and she got me off already. I'm just returning the favor."

Kristy bent her knees and lowered her body straight down Cassie's mammoth mannish-meat, causing her to moan into Mecala's cunt. Her arms held the dick close to her as she'd seen Cassie doing, but unlike her, Kristy could get at the tip with her mouth. The head was very engorged, and the piss slit was open slightly. As Kristy watched, precum rose from the depths of it to fill that small void, and overflow it. Kristy could not take her eyes off it, mere inches from her face. From her mouth...

She inexpertly pursed her lips and kissed the moist opening, like she'd kissed her occasional boyfriends. The hot liquids found their way to Kristy's tongue, and she wanted more of that taste. She stuck out her tongue and slowly licked the cleft in Cassie's cock, penetrating it just slightly. Cassie's hips twitched in response, but couldn't lift the monumental weiner more than a fraction of an inch. As Kristy returned her tongue to her mouth, she saw more precum fill the gap she'd left behind. Kristy licked her lips and went to town.

Mecala had come twice more on Cassie's flip flopping tongue, but Cassie grew distracted as Kristy got more into it. Mecala had long since grown used to lasting longer than her partners, male or female, so she held the vibrator against her clit and squeezed out one more orgasm into Cassie's open, gasping mouth. Afterward, Mecala drooped forward, resting her head on Cassie's right thigh, with the massive missile right in front of her face.

Cassie grabbed the still-vibrating vibrator from Mecala's slack hand and held it up to Kristy. "Kristy, baby, try this!" Kristy took it and looked at it funny, then placed the tip at Cassie's cock tip. "No, I meant for yoOOOOOOO...hoooo..." Cassie moaned unintelligibly as the jiggling object came into contact with her drooling opening, and sent tremors through her entire cock head.

Empowered by the sight of Cassie responding so readily, Kristy inserted several inches into Cassie's urethra, and Cassie was overwhelmed. The tremors spread to her whole huge penis, more completely as Kristy put more length into her. When five of the vibrator's six inches were buried in Cassie's member, Mecala suddenly reached up and began fingering Kristy. Kristy shifted one foot quickly, to avoid falling over from the sudden intrusion, but when her hand left the vibrator, it started slowly sinking in. Kristy reached for it, but couldn't get a grip on the remaining half-inch. She watched in shock as it was gobbled up, leaving a round, empty hole in its wake. That hole regained its former shape, and filled again with precum.

Cassie could, of course, feel the vibrator sinking deeper into her cock, and she was concerned, but couldn't articulate anything. The pleasure she was feeling was unlike any other, her penis vibrating from the inside. She absently licked at Mecala's damp pussy when the urge struck her, but her and Mecala were essentially on autopilot. Kristy was holding Cassie's post for support while Mecala clumsily massaged her wet gash. Only Cassie knew the vibe was still sinking deeper, deeper, approaching the source.

Lower and lower moved the epicenter of Cassie's world-shaker. Finally, it reached whatever end was destined for it, and it stayed put. Cassie was unable to fight her climax any longer, and she let it occur. But, it was blocked. The wonderful vibrator had become as a cork, holding back her gargantuan orgasm. Cassie screamed, and she thought she was going to die, that surely something would rupture within her. But then the vibe became unstuck, and the pressure lessened, as Cassie felt the intruder being forced back whence it came, much faster than its descent.

Luckily for Kristy, Mecala brought her to her own climax just about that very same time. Kristy threw her head back just before the vibrator shot out of the opening she had been tonguing mere moments before. Kristy gripped Cassie's cock tight, and was pulling it slightly toward her, angling the phenomenal geyser that spewed forth.

The vibrator must have fired ten or twelve feet into the air, followed by an even bigger fountain of sperm than before. Cassie's first three spurts all came out at once, hot on the heels of the vibrator, in a flow so solid it looked like she was pissing white. After a few seconds, it stopped, and the remainder of Cassie's orgasm continued as normal.

As normal as it could be, with her best friend naked, gripping her cock, while another friend (more an aquiantance, really) lay, also naked, on top of her. Cassie lost track of time as her orgasm wracked her body. It felt like her testicle had a neverending supply of the hot creamy liquid, bursting forth repeatedly in a high arc. Kristy had moved her face to the side after the first large spurt ended all over it. she licked her lips between moans of ecstacy, tasting the plentiful spunk on her face.

Mecala could see enough of the spurts to count them, and she counted a dozen. She withdrew her hand from Kristy's still-grasping pussy, cutting her orgasm short yet again. Kristy's knees failed her, but she managed to fall forward, making her and the cock land on Mecala and Cassie. The last contents of Cassie's dick emptied themselves over her face as Kristy's weight pressed on Cassie's urethra. Cassie gasped for breath, only to find her own cum instead. Luckily, her friends on top of her (including her dick) wouldn't let her breathe, so her lungs were spared. She swallowed most of it, but still began feeling faint.

Mecala shifted Kristy off to Cassie's left, as she herself rolled off Cassie's right, bending the softening member with her. Cassie coughed, but was able to catch her breath, as was Kristy. Mecala began slurping up all the sperm she could find on or in Cassie's cock head, having bent the dick into an inverted U shape to do so while lying down beside the lawn chair. Mecala started fingering herself, and nobody spoke or moved for several long minutes. Cassie finally raised herself to her elbows, and saw, under the arch of her penis, where her latest orgasm had landed.

"My mom's gonna kill me." she said, then she fell back onto the flat lawn chair and passed out.

Kristy and Mecala sat up to see the pool, totally opaque with milky whiteness.

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After replacing the pool cover, Mecala and Kristy carried Cassie into the large house, Mecala in front holding Cassie's arms, and Kristy holding Cassie's feet. It had only been about half an hour since Mrs. Carpenter left, so the girls knew they had total privacy, and didn't bother getting dressed or cleaned up beyond making sure none of Cassie's cum would get on the carpet. For themselves, it was easy, but Cassie's limp penis dangled hugely over the side of her pelvis and left a trail from the lawn chair to the deck. When soft, it seemed to lose only a few inches of length and a negligible amount of girth.

Mecala was facing forward, and Kristy STILL wasn't in her right mind, and if not for Mecala hearing Cassie's cock hit each of the steps up to the deck, they might have ruined several expensive carpets. Mecala had Kristy bring their stuff up to Cassie's room ahead of them while Mecala herself squeezed as much of the delectable sperm from Cassie's dick as she could. When Kristy returned, Mecala's job was done, and Cassie could be carried through the empty house safely.

Kristy followed Mecala's orders blindly, even when told to take off her bikini bottom and crawl into the four-post bed with Cassie. She was so sure she was dreaming, emotion this strong had only ever come to her in dreams. She was falling in love with Cassie, and Mecala could see it plainly. The sperm and sweat still on Kristy and Cassie's bodies was soiling the sheets, but Mecala knew that dirty laundry was the least of their concerns.

Mecala left a note on the bedroom door to ward off Mrs. C, and she entered the adjacent bathroom to begin a nice hot shower.

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Kristy roused ever so slowly from her deep slumber. She was lying on a soft bed, with a warm body in her arms. She vaguely recalled the events near the pool, wondering at how vivid a dream it was. But if that was a dream, what was this? Kristy opened her eyes to find Cassie's face mere inches in front of her. Cassie was on her back, and Kristy was lying against her side, feeling the softness of her skin against her own naked body.

Cassie was still asleep, breathing slowly and peacefully. Kristy felt her heart melt as she watched and felt the rise and fall of Cassie's chest. Kristy closed her own eyes and brought her lips to Cassie's, pushing them gently together. Cassie stirred, and Kristy broke the kiss. Cassie's eyes opened, and when she recognized Kristy, she smiled and puckered up again.

She and Kristy exchanged tender kisses for several minutes while waking up more completely. Finally, Kristy rolled away, onto her back, and said, "I wasn't dreaming, was I?"

Cassie flung the covers off herself, revealing her oversized penis bent away from Kristy. Even her testicle was visibly nestled between Cassie's thighs like another hill in her curvy physique. "Oh, wow." Kristy said. She looked into Cassie's eyes, and asked, "Did you mean it when you said...I mean...do you really...love me?"

"I...I think so..." Cassie responded hesitantly, avoiding Kristy's gaze. "I mean, y'know...I've had boyfriends, but...this is way more...I feel so..." Cassie trailed off as she found her eyes drawn to Kristy's. Kristy had her answer, and suddenly they couldn't keep their hands off each other. The covers got thrown to the foot of the bed, and they started making out like the world was ending. Kristy slid on top of Cassie, straddling the base of her cock, which was still bent up and to one side, but stiffening steadily.

Kristy's veluptuous breasts and Cassie's small, pert ones rubbed against each other, and both sets of arms were holding the other as close as they could while their tongues and lips danced wildly. Cassie's hardening dick was forcing Kristy's body away, so Kristy broke the embrace and maneuvered the offending member behind her, sort of sitting on it as she lay on top of Cassie.

They resumed kissing hot and heavy, while Cassie's cock became more and more rigid, ultimately pointing straight up about three feet beyond Kristy's ass, which was rubbing up and down it in tandem with the kisses. Kristy freed herself from Cassie's onslaught and sat up straight, careful not to sit too hard on Cassie's stomach. The hot flesh of Cassie's penis warmed the whole length of Kristy's back, and the ridge of her cockhead pressed into the back of Kristy's neck. It was pushing insistently, trying to become as straight as it could. Kristy pushed back, squirming her body against it, and feeling her overheated pussy leave some fluids on Cassie's belly.

"Mmmm, baby, that's so good." Cassie said. "But we're still so messy. There's a bathroom just through that door."

"All right." Kristy said, giving Cassie a quick peck on the lips, which turned into another five-minute frenching session. Kristy dismounted, and fairly skipped to the bathroom. Cassie held her dick in both hands, with fingers interlocked at arm's length so she could see over the head. Her large testicle made her take small steps, and it still jangled back and forth as she hurried to catch up to Kristy.

Kristy opened the bathroom door, but stopped in the doorway. Cassie prodded her with her fleshy spear, prompting her to step aside. Mecala was asleep in the bathtub. "That's just plain unsafe. We should wake her." Kristy said.

"Let her sleep if she's tired." Cassie said, shifting her dick into the crook of one elbow as she opened the door into the shower area. It was a square in the corner, five feet on a side, with two glass walls and four showerheads in the ceiling.

"Hey guys." Mecala said, waking up anyway. "I was just resting my eyes, I must have...oh god, I'm all pruny!" Mecala yelped at the sight of her fingertips and fairly leaped out of the tub, splashing a lot of water on the tiled floor. Kristy and Cassie giggled at her as they entered the shower. Cassie's erection hadn't escaped Mecala's notice. "Save some for me, all right?" She asked as she toweled herself dry.

"No guarantees." Cassie said as she turned the water on, already hot due to a special water heating system. Mecala returned to the bedroom with the towel over her shoulder. Cassie fiddled with the showerheads uselessly until the door closed behind Mecala, then she and Kristy embraced passionately, trapping Cassie's dick between their bodies, albeit angled to the side so their mouths could meet.

Cassie broke away and said, "Let me wash you." Kristy was pleasantly surprised at the offer. So much so, all she could say was, "Okay." Cassie grabbed a body sponge and a washcloth and started scrubbing Kristy's shapely body while Kristy held Cassie's cock up.

Mecala had straightened up the bed and was lying naked on top of the covers, debating whether or not to continue her nap. The shower was deceptively quiet, and the light moans of pleasure Cassie and Kristy made were easily recognizable. Mecala felt the heat returning to her loins yet again. She was a self diagnosed nymphomaniac, and she liked it. She LOVED it. But in all her years of fucking, sucking, licking, and rubbing, she'd never felt what she saw when Kristy and Cassie looked at each other. Mecala wanted to have that connection with someone, and she thought it was only a matter of time before she had sex with someone she could really love.

In the meantime, Mecala was very well practiced at masturbating, which she began doing. She spread her legs and put the first two fingers of her right hand into her moist slit while her left forearm lifted her boobs up. Kristy began moaning quite a bit louder than a moment before, making it quite clear what Cassie was up to.

"Oh, Cassie! CASSIE! That feels so...you make me...you're making me...oooOOO, fuck! Fuck yeah, do me like that! UHHNN!"

Cassie's moans were also audible, as were the smacking sounds of a mouth on a pussy. Mecala remembered how well Cassie had eaten her, and empathized with the inexperienced Kristy. Mecala added a third finger to her quim. Long minutes passed as Mecala continued fingering herself to the music of sweet lesbian loving in the next room. She got so into it, she didn't notice when Kristy quieted down and she and Cassie changed positions.

Cassie bent at the waist almost ninety degrees in order to present her pussy to Kristy for her oral pleasure. Cassie's nut required her legs to be spread, and her dick dangled nearly straight down, almost touching the floor. Kristy gingerly extended her tongue and licked Cassie's outer lips lightly. It was clear to Kristy that the male genitalia were interfering with the usual flow of water, and Cassie's cunt was pungent with leftover pussyjuice from the events near the pool. Kristy licked harder and deeper, trying to get all that musky flavor that tasted like her best friend, and now lover.

It was Cassie's turn to squeal with joy, but Mecala didn't notice. She had her whole right hand buried inside herself, and a knuckle in her thumb was rubbing her g-spot ever so nicely. She was breathing heavily, but not vocalizing anything, a useful habit she'd developed when she was twelve. If she had to, she could control her breathing also, such as on field trips, family vacations, boring filmstrips in class, or a dozen other situations where getting caught masturbating would cause trouble.

Mecala was pumping in and out, fucking herself furiously, just about to orgasm when suddenly there was a knock on the door! She instinctively pulled her hand out and grabbed the towel. She could feel her vagina clenching, yearning for climax, but this was far from the first time Mecala had had to cut her gratification short. She wrapped the towel around herself as she padded quietly to the door. Cassie sounded like she was cumming on Kristy's tongue in the bathroom, and Mecala hoped it wasn't obvious to the person in the hall.

Mecala arrived at the door just as the knob turned, and it opened slightly. Mecala stopped it with her left hand and put her other index finger over her lips, saying to Mrs. Carpenter, "Sshh! Cassie's still sleeping." Without really thinking about it, Mecala stepped sideways through the door into the hall, and she closed the door behind her. Cassie's mom was wearing a light summer dress with a floral pattern.

Sandra looked at her funny, so Mecala explained, "Kristy just started her shower, it could be twenty or thirty minutes before she's done. I don't wanna just wait in there trying not to wake Cassie up, I feel like...walking around, or something." Mecala's body craved release, and the taste of her pussy on her lips from the sshh gesture wasn't helping. Mecala could faintly hear cries of orgasm through the door, and she knew she had to get Cassie's mom away.

Mecala rarely did things for other people, but she knew Cassie wouldn't want her mother finding out about her new penis by barging in during an intimate moment. Mecala figured she could keep Sandra distracted until Cassie and Kristy finished, then...Mecala had wanted to get in on the action, but with Sandra around, sex was risky.

Sandra spoke up, "I can show you the rec room, we just had it fixed up."

"Okay." Mecala agreed instantly. Sandra turned and started walking, and Mecala hastened to keep pace. She'd been expecting more courtesy (not that she cared, even under normal circumstances) but she was glad her new friends were safe for the time being. Next on Mecala's to do list was to excuse herself to a bathroom and finish herself off.

Sandra never gave her a chance, though. She was quite proud of the home entertainment system the rec room was recently equipped with, complete with high end LCD projector, motorized roll-down screen, and some very comfortable recliners. Mecala nodded and agreed when it was appropriate, holding her towel closed with her left hand. Somewhere along the way, it had loosened, and she didn't want to try readjusting it midstride.

"It's right in here." Sandra said, leading Mecala into a large, dimly lit room. Mecala could barely make out six recliners against one wall. "Watch your step!" Sandra warned, but Mecala tripped over a box of DVDs and stumbled into Sandra, sending them both to the carpet.

Sandra found herself face to face with a naked Mecala, whose pussy was dampening Sandra's thigh through her dress. Both of them looked at each other, not sure what to do or say. After perhaps ten seconds of awkward silence, Mecala said, "Uh...Mrs. C, can you let me up?"

Sandra looked around and discovered that she was, in fact, on top. She had thought she was immobile. Then she looked at Mecala's face and was immobilized again. Mecala suddenly recognized that look. She'd seen it on her face every time she watched a recording of herself having sex with someone. That look said, "You have something I want." even though Sandra didn't seem to know it.

Mecala impulsively kissed Sandra on the mouth. Sandra was startled, but responsive, kissing back right away. They kissed passionately for over a minute, then Sandra broke it in order to catch her breath. Her heart was pumping furiously in her chest.

"I've...I haven't felt this way since before I was married..."

Mecala kissed her again, and Sandra gave in to her lust once more. Her husband had lost interest in her, the selfish bastard. She had secret desires to be intimate with someone, ANYONE, whoever would have her. But she didn't have the freedom to "shop around" as it were.

Now, fate had delivered a sexy young vixen literally into her arms, and Sandra was delighted.

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Back in Cassie's bathroom, The water was turned off, and Cassie was laying on her back, with Kristy laying on top of her dick between them. They'd been humping like that for five whole minutes, but it still wasn't enough contact for Cassie to orgasm so soon. She'd been aching for it since her vaginal orgasm on Kristy's tongue, and the five minutes since then had only heightened her desperation.

Kristy was enjoying herself immensely, having cum already by rubbing her pussy on Cassie's spongy urethra ridge. She wanted Cassie to share her pleasure, but there was only so much cock she could stimulate. She deeply regretted that herself and Cassie could never have real sex, only this torturously slow humping. No conventional sex acts could apply to a penis so huge.

Cassie regretted it even more, and every square inch of skin touching either her own or Kristy's naked body seemed only to heighten her awareness of how incomplete the contact was. Kristy was vigorously licking the underside of Cassie's cockhead and rubbing her lithe body against the monster, occasionally brushing Cassie's testicle with her ass. "Kiss me, Kristy!" Cassie said, half mad with impatience.

Kristy and Cassie leaned their heads to Cassie's left of Cassie's dick and brought their mouths together. They both moaned with desire, and between the hot tongue exchanges, Kristy said, "Cassie...mmm...I love you so much...please...cum for me, Cassie!"

Cassie's hands left the sides of her dick, and followed Kristy's arms to her back. Cassie caressed Kristy, and held her tight to the fleshy beast between them. Waves of pleasure ran through Cassie's cock, from her ball to the tip. Cassie and Kristy's tongues swirled around each other as Cassie began her third ever penile orgasm, gushing huge amounts of semen at the glass wall not two feet beyond her head. Each spurt was so forceful and voluminous, it splashed onto both adjacent walls, and back onto Kristy and Cassie, who were writhing in ecstacy. As with Mecala, the pulsing of Cassie's giant urethra brought Kristy to her own orgasm.

Kristy pulled back briefly to catch her breath, and was rewarded with a faceful of ricocheted sperm. Cassie pulled Kristy close again, her hands sliding easily up Kristy's wet back, and continued kissing her, but now with the taste of hot cum. When all the cum in their mouths was swallowed, Cassie let her head fall limply to the floor, barely aware of anything but her cock and Kristy, who was gripping Cassie's penis with her thighs and humping it erratically.

Kristy's back arched, tilting her face up just in time to be covered in the backlash of another of Cassie's big gushes. And then another. Her scream became a gargle as Cassie's sperm flew into her open mouth. She swallowed reflexively, but with her mouth still open, half of the load in her mouth spilled out down her chin, to land on Cassie's neck and upper chest.

"Ggrgrgraaa...oh my *gulp* god, Cassie! Fucking...fucking...shit, my...fucking pussy! CUNT! FUCK!" Kristy railed off senseless vulgarity as her orgasm went on, and on, and on. She'd masturbated to orgasm before, and she knew she was a very orgasmic person, but she'd never felt much desire to test her limits, sexually speaking.

Cassie was sated, for the moment, at least. Her fingers interlocked behind Kristy, and she simply basked in the gratification of another cumshot well done. Kristy, on the other hand was bucking her hips more than ever, making quick, gasping breaths. "So...good..." she grunted, "...wont stop...getting better...Cassie, I love you!!"

One final rush of cum flowed from the tip of Cassie's cock, not quite making it to the wall, but it could probably have filled two shot glasses to the brim. Kristy fell limp on Cassie's penis, her pussy still twitching in climax. Cassie pushed Kristy to the left, and she rolled off to sprawl on her back next to Cassie.

What surprised them both was the splashing sound she made when she landed. With full cognitive abilities returning, Cassie realized she was lying down on top of the drain, and there was about an inch of semen on the whole floor of the shower. She could feel it on the back of her head, on her sides, all around her legs, and even around her testicle. And it was all warm. Cassie turned her head to look at Kristy, and Kristy looked back. They both were a complete spermy mess.

"I love you too, Kristy." Cassie whispered breathlessly. In the pool of cum, their hands found each other. "Now let's take a shower."

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By that time down in the rec room, Mecala had only just finished removing Mrs. Carpenter's bra. It had been a long time since she'd taken it slow with anyone, and she wanted her first time with Sandra to last. Removing Sandra's dress had taken over two minutes, as Mecala had to get to know every new curve as it was unveiled to her. Sandra's body was on fire by the time her dress was pulled over her head, but she was quite willing to let Mecala set the pace. For now.

When her bra joined her dress several feet away, Mecala wasted no time in putting a hand on each ample breast and squeezing. Sandra supported her upper body with her arms on either side of Mecala, and she moaned with every breath as Mecala fondled her. She was straddling Mecala's pelvis, and her panty-clad pussy was rubbing the top of Mecala's naked mound.

"Oh, Mecala! You're driving me wild! I'm...I'm going to...oh god, Mecala!" Sandra said, her body contracting in orgasm. Keanu had never worshipped her breasts with his hands as Mecala was doing. He was always rough, taking his pleasure however he wanted it. In the beginning, it was enough to know that she could instill such passion into a man. Then as time went by, she started wanting her own needs satisfied, but Keanu didn't get to where he was by considering the feelings of others. It seemed he would rather have no sex at all (at least, not with his wife) than submit to the will of someone else.

But Mecala, ironically, was making Sandra feel more like a woman than she'd felt in twenty years of marriage. Compared to Mecala, having sex with Keanu was like fucking a caveman. The way her hands, her fingers, massaged every inch of Sandra's titflesh...there was no urgency, as if they had all the time in the world, and Mecala would happily spend it all just fondling her.

Of course, Mecala DID have more naughty things in mind, but for once, they could wait. Her near-orgasm from the bedroom had faded in urgency, but she could feel it lurking beneath the surface, growing, waiting. Sandra's orgasm was almost enough to bring it out, what with her hips on Mecala's, and all the gyrations, and the moaning. But not quite.

"Wow, Mecala...that was..."

"You must have needed that pretty bad, huh Mrs. C?"

"Please, call me Sandra." said Sandra, leaning down to kiss Mecala. This time, she went on the offensive, pushing her mouth hard against Mecala's. Her hands grabbed Mecala's breasts and did their best to mirror her actions. She was a milf in heat, and she was hot for Mecala.

"Oh, yeah...Sandra...I've never been with...an older woman before..." Mecala said in between kisses.

"I've never...been with...ANY woman before..." Sandra returned, kissing harder and with more tongue each time. Then she slowed and stopped. She asked, "How many?"

Mecala knew it was over three dozen, but how can one tactfully say that? "A lot. I'm a bit of a slut." Mecala said, blushing for the first time since...she couldn't remember the last time she'd been ashamed of her sexual appetite. She could see that Sandra was now conflicted. Her body said "yes," but her mind said "I'm just another conquest to her." Mecala had seen it before, and it usually didn't bode well for her own pleasure.

Then Sandra kissed her again. Mecala was starting to get into it, when Sandra broke away, saying, "What I'm feeling...what we have together...it's old hat for you, isn't it?"

"It's happened before, yes." Mecala admitted. "It's quite common among first time lesbians."

"Is that right?" Sandra asked, shifting her body lower on Mecala's. "How common is this?"

Sandra spread Mecala's thighs and dove right in, licking Mecala's clean shaven, dripping pussy. "SANDRA! Oh, fuck! Lick it, yeah...oooooohhhhh, you're amazing...like no rookie I've ever...OH GODDD! AAHH! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

After only seven seconds, Mecala started coming. That in itself was very uncommon, as was a new girl taking the initiative to go down on her almost right away. Most uncommon of all was how Sandra made Mecala FEEL. She felt special. She felt loved.

Lust is urgent. Lust won't wait. It wants to be satisfied NOW. Where lust is fast, love is slow, even deliberate. Sandra lovingly licked Mecala's wet hole like Mecala had touched Sandra's breasts, slow and sensual. Suddenly it became clear to Mecala, all the sex she'd had with all her partners was just masturbation. It wasn't real. Oh, she may have had a penis in her vagina, or a tongue, fingers, dildo, what have you, but she was basically using another person to masturbate. With Sandra, she felt a connection she'd never felt before, something more significant than a mouth on her cunt.

Mecala held Sandra's head very gently against her crotch, almost as if to make sure it was really there, as she kept coming and coming on Sandra's tongue. It was without question the best climax she'd ever had, and then Sandra put a finger inside, and it got even better.

"I can stop looking..." Mecala thought, and then, for the first time in her life, she passed out from sheer orgasmic bliss.

"Are you hungry?" Cassie asked as she and Kristy dried themselves. Cassie's penis was the softest it had ever been, maybe as soft as it could ever be, but it was still about five inches in diameter and over a yard long.

"Yeah, I could eat. What have you got?" Kristy asked.

"Oh, that's right...the cooks aren't here. I think there are some leftovers in the fridge." Cassie said.

"What about your mom? It's probably been an hour by now."

"I'll just have to make sure she doesn't see me below the waist." Cassie said.

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Ten minutes later, a fully clothed Kristy peeked out the bedroom door and looked down both sides of the hallway. "It's clear." she said over her shoulder. Cassie followed Kristy into the hall, wearing a V neck shirt, bra, and a long skirt that went halfway past her knees. Her dick, however, went even farther, and the whole head was visible just above ankle height. Standing with her legs vertically, Cassie's huge nut could be kept behind her thighs with only a little discomfort, though it made a rather large bulge below her ass. Cassie thought (and Kristy agreed) that it would be much less suspicious for Cassie to keep her front to her mother than her back, and she could always cross her legs with her dick behind them if she had to.

If Cassie didn't bend her knees and took short, hopping steps, she could make pretty good time, though her weiner bounced around under her skirt. Whenever they neared a corner, Kristy would check first, then they'd both scurry past, trying to be as silent as possible. Finally, they reached the kitchen.

As with the rest of the house, it was very open and spacious, but to Cassie, this meant nowhere to hide. "We'll just heat them up and go back to my room." Cassie said, heading for the refrigerator.

"Should we get some for Mecala?" Kristy asked.

"If she's not in my room when we get back, we'll split her share. Silverware's in that drawer."

"Gotcha." Kristy pulled out three knives and three forks. Cassie used her set to move three enchiladas to a smaller plate for microwaving. She put them in for two minutes, and began waiting.

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Mecala was just waking up from having passed out for a second time, for the same reason. Sandra had never let up on her aching, dripping pussy, not even after she passed out the first time. Sandra just kept licking and fingerfucking her sexy young lover until she woke up again, came again, and passed out a second time.

Sandra's smile was the first thing Mecala saw. She hugged the older woman, holding their sweaty bodies close, their breasts sliding over each other. "God, Sandra...I've never come that hard in my life!"

"What, from me? You must be joking! I mean...how could I..."

"It's not just experience, though that helps." Mecala said. "It's about the way you FEEL. I can't really explain it. But I can show you..."

"Not just yet." Sandra said. "We should eat something if we're going to be...ah...exerting ourselves."

"I am rather hungry. But what about Cassie? I mean, I'm here for her birthday, she's probably already wondering where I am. And what I'm doing..."

"Hmm...you're right. You should just go back and act like nothing happened, we can finish this another day." Sandra said, getting up.

"But what about you?" Mecala protested.

"Don't worry about me." Sandra said, drying herself with Mecala's discarded towel. "I've waited nearly twenty years for this. A few more days won't kill me."

"DAYS?!?" Mecala groaned.

"If that's how long it takes to set up hours and hours of alone time with you. I don't want my daughter to know about this, it would just be too weird for her." Sandra said, putting her dress back on sans bra.

Mecala had her own idea of what Cassie's definition of "weird" was, but she said nothing, merely wrapping herself in the towel again. "Okay, if Cassie or Kristy ask, you haven't seen me. I've just been wandering around lost this whole time." Mecala said.

"All right. I'll leave you my number tonight, somehow. Oh, darn it, these panties are hopeless!" Sandra said, sliding them down her legs.

Mecala, not wanting to get distracted, asked, "How do I get to Cassie's room from here?"

"Go out there, take a right, then go up the stairs and down the hall. You should be able to find it from there."

"Thanks, sweetie." Mecala said, before blushing hotly. "I mean...S...Sandra..." She opened the door and left in a hurry.

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"Did you hear that?" Cassie asked.

"Hear what?" Kristy replied.

"I thought I heard footsteps." Cassie said. The microwave signalled its completion, and the subsequent silence made those footsteps much easier to hear. Cassie and Kristy exchanged a nervous look. Cassie pointed at the door to the adjacent dining room, and Kristy picked up the smaller plates and silverware while Cassie brought the enchilada plate.

"Are you girls in here?" Cassie's mom's voice entered the kitchen as Cassie and Kristy sat down at the tablecloth-covered rectangular dinner table. Cassie had to sit with her ball hanging half off the front of her chair for its bulge in her skirt to have any hope of being concealed by the low hanging tablecloth. On top of that, was Cassie's dick, literally. It sprouted from Cassie's crotch at about a forty-five degree angle before following the curve of her testicle, then drooping vertically for the remaining foot.

"We're out here, mom!" Cassie yelled back, anxiously beckoning Kristy for a knife and fork.

"I see your culinary technique is as prodigious as ever, Cassie." Sandra said as she entered the dining room. Cassie and Kristy were just beginning to cut their own helpings.

"It's my party, I can microwave if I want to." Cassie said in mock defiance. They all knew Cassie couldn't cook worth a damn.

"Would you mind if I had some? I could use a snack."

"Sure, mom." Cassie said, offering Mecala's plate. "Have you seen Mecala around?" she asked.

"I'll get my own plate. And no, I haven't seen her." Sandra said, walking back to the kitchen. When she returned, she had her own plate and silverware. She sat right across from Cassie, who got quite worried. The weight of Cassie's cock and ball were trying to pull her off the front of her chair. Add to that her original intent to hide her package under the tablecloth, and she knew her dick probably stuck out as far as her knees did. She'd bumped knees with her mother and father on countless occasions at this very table.

Unfortunately, the very act of trying to avoid an erection was causing Cassie to get one. She ignored it, cutting and eating her food in an awkward silence. She happened to notice her mother didn't have a bra on, and Cassie knew she was lost. Kristy was young and supple, but her mother was veluptuous and curvy.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Mecala's sudden entrance. "Oh, so THIS is where everyone is!" Mecala was wearing a miniskirt and a belly-baring short, tight, t-shirt. Cassie noticed her look at the tablecloth.

"Here, we made some for you." Kristy said, holding out Mecala's designated knife and fork. "Thanks." Mecala said, taking them and sitting to Sandra's left, opposite Kristy. "So...who's been taste testing my enchilada?"

"That would be me." Sandra said. "We didn't know where you were, and...let's all just cut off a quarter of ours, then we'll be even."

Kristy, Sandra, and Cassie placed their portions on Mecala's "collection plate" before passing it back to her. She, however, was clumsy, and fumbled it. The whole plate fell flat into her lap (messy side down, of course) and then fell to the floor.

Sandra exclaimed anxiously, "Don't let it stain the rug!"

"I'll get some paper towels." Kristy offered, standing up and running back into the kitchen.

Mecala slid her chair back and said, "I think most of it landed on the plate. I'll do what I can. Relax, Mrs. C."

Mecala crawled under the tablecloth and saw that, miraculously, ALL of it had landed back on the plate, leaving the rug unblemished. However, Mecala couldn't help but notice Cassie's cock expanding.

"How does it look?" Sandra asked.

Mecala replied, "Looks perfectly managable. Better safe than sorry, though." She was entranced by the limp weiner, stiffening and pointing higher and higher...between Sandra's legs. It was also getting thicker, and Cassie's chair was sliding back imperceptibly, pushed by the gravity of all that man-flesh.

This caused Cassie's cock's previous arch to straighten out, directly toward her mother's crotch. As Mecala watched, it pressed against Sandra's thighs, and her breathing hitched. Whose? Had it been both?

Cassie knew what was happening. As much as she'd feared discovery in any number of ways, this was worse than any of them. And she knew that the longer she waited, the more impossible it would be to get out of the situation.

Sandra was apalled at Mecala's nerve! Had she no patience? Here she was, sitting across from her own daughter, and Mecala felt the need to...had the food fumble been naught but a pretense to get between Sandra's legs? But Sandra dare not let on anything to her daughter, so she tried to ignore Mecala's face inching closer to her wet vagina.

"Where are the paper towels?" Kristy yelled from the kitchen.

"Under the...sink!" Sandra yelled back.

"Which one? There's like...four sinks in here."

Cassie's cock-head touched Sandra's mound, and began pressing ever more insistently. Precum began oozing out, coating her mother's pussy.

"Ah...I'll get them, Kristy!" Sandra said, quickly standing up and walking around the table, back into the kitchen. Mecala resurfaced by her own seat and met Cassie's eyes.

"I can't do this." Cassie said quietly, standing up. She hobbled as fast as she could out of the dining room, into another hallway. She didn't know where she was going, exactly. She couldn't get to her room from this part of the house. She wanted to think of what she could say to her mother, but she herself had no idea what was going on.
Feeling very distraught, Cassie went into a nearby bathroom and locked the door behind her.

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"Where'd Cassie go?" Sandra asked, returning with paper towels and rug cleaner.

"She's...feeling a little emotional." Mecala said. "Kristy, you better go find her. And tell her the jig is up."

Kristy replied, "Mecala, don't tell her..." glancing nervously at Sandra, quite obviously the one being kept in the dark. "Don't tell me what?" Sandra asked. "What's going on with my daughter?" the paper towels forgotten in her hands.

Kristy averted her eyes, then left to find Cassie.

"How to put this delicately..." Mecala mused. "She grew a penis today."

"You must be joking." Sandra said, sitting across from Mecala.

Mecala said, "We were rolling up the pool cover, Cassie excused herself, when we went looking for her, she had a...big...erection. None of us know how or why, but...it's undeniable."

"How big?" Sandra asked. "Y'know, assuming I believe you."

"Inconveniently big. You'd have to see it to believe it." Mecala said, standing up. "Let's see if Kristy's found her yet."

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Kristy knocked on the door of the bathroom. "Cassie, are you in there?"

"Are you alone?"

"Yeah, it's just me."

There was a clicking sound, and the door opened, revealing Cassie. She gestured with her head for Kristy to come in, because her hand not on the doorknob was busy keeping her erection close to her body. Cassie's skirt lay discarded on the floor. When Kristy entered, Cassie closed and locked the door again.

"Mecala's telling your mother." Kristy said.

Cassie sighed, and said, "It's probably better that way. I dunno if she'll believe her, though. I know I wouldn't."

"She'll have to, once she sees it." Kristy said, reaching out and stroking Cassie's member. "It's a shame this had to happen before we could really express our feelings for each other."

Cassie nodded. "I just wish it wasn't so damn big. I wish we could..."

"I know, me too..." Kristy said, still running her hand over Cassie's fleshy pillar. "What's it feel like?"

"Oh, god, it's unbelievable! It's so sensitive, and...just being this hard feels as good as one of my old orgasms. And one of THESE orgasms...it blows my mind every time."

"Wow...I'm glad I can make you happy...that way." Kristy said.

"And I'm glad you're not freaked out. I'm surprised Brenda was the only one of you who left."

"I love you. And your mother loves you. Mecala..."

"...loves sex." Cassie finished with a giggle. "I guess it might not be so bad. Now that I have someone to...be intimate with..." Cassie stepped closer to Kristy and leaned in to kiss her. Cassie's cock radiated heat, and the head of it wasn't far to the side of their faces, also warming them up.

"...it won't be too bad at all..." Kristy echoed, closing the tiny gap and frenching her lover. Her hand on Cassie's dick found Cassie's hand, and they interlocked, slowly stroking up and down.

Neither of them heard the approaching voices of Sandra and Mecala.

"You shouldn't just barge in on them." Mecala said. Sandra had retrieved a small key-like tool from the kitchen, something used to unlock the bathroom doors in case they got accidentally locked (or purposefully by a child throwing a tantrum, or the like).

"I'm her mother. I have to hear this from her." Sandra said, poking the tool into a small hole in the doorknob.

"Suit yourself." Mecala said as Sandra opened the door. She was greeted with the sight of her daughter and Kristy standing VERY close to one another, and Cassie didn't have anything on below her waist! Sandra slowly recognized the phallic shape of the strange object Cassie and Kristy seemed to be holding. It blocked her view of both their faces.

"Oh my god!" Sandra exclaimed, startling Cassie and Kristy. They stopped making out and turned to look on either side of Cassie's erection, and it wasn't until then that Sandra realized they had been KISSING. Her head started spinning, and the last thing she felt was Mecala's arms grabbing her.

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"She just fainted, it's not like she's injured."

"What is she had a brain aneurysm or something?

"You did NOT give your mother a brain aneurysm, she was just a little surprised."

"Yeah. Hell, I almost fainted the first time I saw your dick, too."

"She's waking up. Mom, are you all right? Please say something."

Sandra opened her eyes and saw she was lying on the floor of the bathroom. Mecala and Kristy were to her left side, kneeling over her, and Cassie was on the right, lying on her side and leaning on one elbow. Sandra turned her head, noting that there was a folded towel beneath it, and saw the reason Cassie wasn't kneeling. She did, in fact, have over three feet of solid penis jutting out from her crotch, which obscured but could not conceal her lone testicle, both of which were resting on the tiled floor.

"I'm not mad at you, if that's what you're wondering." Sandra said.

"Do you feel all right? Can you sit up?" Cassie asked.

"You mean, can I leave and let you two finish?" Sandra asked back. "I suppose I shouldn't have been so surprised, given that...uh..."

"Cassie, your mother and I-" Mecala started, but was interrupted by Sandra saying, "Mecala!"

"More secrets?" Kristy said wearily. "Aren't we all mature enough to handle whatever it is?"

Sandra looked at each of them in turn. "All right..." she said, lifting herself to a sitting position, so they were all in a square. She looked at Cassie, and said, "Mecala and I...had sex in the rec room."

"You...what?" Cassie said before turning to Mecala, inadvertently swinging her dick into her mother's leg. "You did my...oh, sorry mom..." Cassie paused to scoot her penis away again. "You did my mom?" Cassie asked Mecala.

"Technically she did me...twice..." Mecala said. "She's amazing."

"Oh, stop it, you're embarassing me." Sandra said, trying to keep her eyes off her daughter's penis.

"Mom, it's okay to look." Cassie said. "It can't be avoided, really. You have to get used to seeing this at some point."

"Oh, Cassie." Sandra said with a sad look on her face. "If I could take your burden, I would in a heartbeat."

"Thanks mom, but it's not all bad. It feels incredible, and if not for my dick, me and Kristy might never have..."

"...or me and Mecala..." Sandra added. Nobody spoke for a while, but Cassie's penis began oozing precum onto the floor.

Mecala got up and started taking off her clothes, saying, "I can tell things are going to get very interesting before we leave this bathroom. Anybody wanting to keep your clothes clean, now's the time."

All four of them stripped naked. When Sandra's body was revealed to her daughter, Kristy gasped, and Cassie said, "Holy shit, mom. I can see why you dress so conservatively all the time."

"Good to know I can still turn a few heads." Sandra said, feeling a warm glow fill her from the admiration. They all threw their clothes out the door (and a few towels) before Mecala closed it, then they stood looking at each other expectantly. Again, Sandra had trouble keeping her eyes off Cassie's huge penis. She surprised herself by reaching out and touching it. This was all so surreal, but it was such a relief to just do what she wanted for once. Being the trophy wife of a billionaire meant you had to act a certain way, and Sandra was tired of keeping her sexuality in check.

"Yeah mom, that's it..." Cassie moaned as Sandra added her other hand, and Cassie's hands moved to press Sandra's harder against her giant meat pole. Cassie helped Sandra get into an up and down rhythm, then slid her hands up Sandra's arms and pulled her mother closer. Sandra resisted a little, but when she felt one of her nipples touch her daughter's hot dick, her remaining inhibitions faded away. She pressed her whole body against the monster, which made Cassie have to step back. But Sandra kept at it, and she pushed Cassie to the wall, both of them moaning in pleasure.

Kristy and Mecala had sat down next to each other, with a hand in the other's crotch, watching the incestuous couple. Sandra had her face pushed against the underside of Cassie's dick head, and by god, she could smell it. She could FEEL it, hot and hard and humungous, and hungry for more. Sandra spread her legs and bent her knees a bit, sliding her body down Cassie's cock, then straightening again. "Oh, Cassie! This feels so GOOD!"

"Fuck, try being on THIS end of it...oh yeah...don't stop, mom...oh...oohhhhh..."

On one descent, Sandra's wet pussy came into contact with the front of Cassie's ball. Sandra gripped Cassie's cock for support, as her knees just wouldn't straighten again. Her hips twitched, and Cassie's rough scrotum brought its owner's mother to orgasm. "CASSIE! Oh, my sweet little girl! You're making me feel so...uhhng..."

"Do it, Sandra, yes!" Mecala said, having her own orgasm at the sight of her newest (and hopefully last) lover getting off. "Cum on your daughter's nut! Grope her! Kiss her!"

Sandra obliged, leaning her head to one side of Cassie's dick and kissing Cassie, who had moved her head as well. The mother and daughter both let out muffled moans as their tongues entwined wetly. Cassie's precum finally overcame gravity, and began flowing out and down the bottom of her cock, right onto Sandra's breasts.

Kristy had two fingers in Mecala's pussy, but Mecala was farthest from her mind. Mecala's hand on Kristy's wet folds jerked wildly, bringing her close to her own orgasm. Seconds before it began, Kristy pulled her hand away from Mecala and stood up, walking unsteadily toward Cassie.

Cassie noticed, and broke the kiss with her mother, whose orgasm was just ending. Sandra pulled Cassie down, and they both ended up sitting on the floor, though Sandra fell to her back also, exhausted. Kristy stepped over Cassie's erection and stood over her, facing the wall, with her dripping cunt right in Cassie's face.

Cassie wasted no time, and shoved her tongue into her best friend as far as she could. Immediately, Kristy's vagina gripped it, and oozed copious amounts of girl cum into Cassie's mouth. "Oh, god, fuck me Cassie! Fuck me with your tongue!"

Sandra crawled to Mecala, who was wringing out the last of her orgasm with her own two hands. Spent for the moment, Mecala laid down next to Sandra and held her, as they watched Kristy's orgasm rage on. Cassie took her cock in her hands and pulled it close to her, wedging the head between Kristy's flexing buttocks.

"OH, JESUS! CASSIE!! AH...oh..." Kristy sputtered, unable to breathe for the intensity of her climax. The squelching of Cassie's tongue in her sopping hole was the loudest sound in the room, though Kristy looked as though she were having a seizure. As Cassie and Mecala had discovered, Kristy could orgasm for quite a while, and Sandra was getting VERY aroused at the prolonged display of it, and the sight of Cassie's precum getting all over Kristy's shapely ass, and running down the length of Cassie's penis.

Kristy was in a state of pure sexual release, and what little control she had over her body was used to try to keep herself standing for as long as possible. However, Cassie's tongue grew tired, and Kristy's grasping vagina squeezed it out, and wouldn't let it back in. Cassie licked Kristy's clit instead, but her sore tongue couldn't keep it up for very long. Kristy's knees finally gave out, and she fell between Cassie and her cock.

Cassie's arms had been stroking said cock, so she caught Kristy's legs and slowed her fall. Kristy's weight on top of her made Cassie's sweaty body slide into a slouch against the wall. Kristy resumed breathing, and she sounded like she'd just finished running a four minute mile. Cassie deliberately slid more, to lay flat on the floor, with Kristy on top of her, and Cassie's cock on top of Kristy.

"I love you Cassie." Kristy whispered into Cassie's shoulder.

"I love you too, Kristy." Cassie returned, hugging Kristy's naked body.

"I love you Cassie." Kristy repeated, kissing Cassie's neck. "I love you." Smooch. "I love you." Kristy's kisses made their way to Cassie's mouth, and though Kristy was physically exhausted, her passion seemed to invigorate her. She began writhing on top of Cassie, grinding her butt against the base of Cassie's boner. "I want you inside of me, Cassie."

"Oh, god, so do I." Cassie said, thrusting her hips upward. Her cock was so hard, it was positively aching to be touched, to be squeezed, fondled, and enveloped somewhere warm and wet. But Cassie could never penetrate Kristy, or anyone, and it made her weep inside.

"Maybe we can help a bit." Mecala said, standing up. Sandra joined her, and they walked to Cassie, standing on either side of her. Two pairs of hands lifted Cassie's cock to verticality, and began spreading the plentiful precum all over.

Kristy made as if to turn and help, but Cassie wouldn't let her go. "Just stay here, Kristy." Cassie said. "I want to feel you against me...forever..." Their lips met once more, and so did those of Mecala and Sandra, above the drooling piss slit of Cassie's penis. Mecala and Sandra knelt, and pressed their bodies against Cassie's member from either side, stroking and rubbing the exposed areas with their hands.

"Oohhh...that feels so good, you guys...keep doing that..." Cassie moaned. Kristy silenced her with more kissing, and resumed grinding her butt on the base of Cassie's cock. Cassie's hands moved all over Kristy's back, always finding more of Kristy to touch and caress. They found their way down to Kristy's buttocks, and Cassie helped Kristy rub her ass up and down Cassie's shaft.

"That's it, Cassie...fuck me...fuck me with that cock of yours..."

Cassie couldn't, really, but she wondered what it would feel like if she could. To be buried in her lover, sunk in until their pelvic bones banged together. To feel every tender squeeze of her most intimate womanhood, hot, grasping, inviting. Like Kristy was doing with her with her arms and legs, her breasts and belly, her lips and tongue; every part of her was giving pleasure to Cassie, but her cock had two other women pleasuring it. Two women who were not Kristy.

It was far from perfect, but it was the best stimulation Cassie had ever had, both physically and emotionally. "Ah...Kristy...I'm gonna...cum...hold me tighter..."

Kristy did so, putting her arms behind Cassie and squeezing. "I love you, Cassie. You sent me to heaven...I can still feel your tongue inside me...join me, Cassie! Cum for me!"

Mecala directed her and Sandra's kissing away from the front of Cassie's cannon, which was twitching in the first moments of her orgasm. "KRISTYYYY!!!" Cassie screamed, and let loose with her grandest climax yet. Sandra watched in amazement as her daughter's dick fired a huge torrent of sperm onto the ceiling. The stream was so unbelievably thick, even though a lot splattered to the sides, most of it just fell right back down onto the humping foursome. Cassie's phenomenal cock bucked wildly with each magnificent spurt, almost flinging Sandra away, until she tightened her grip.

Cassie, for her part, was not passive as Kristy had been. Cassie attacked Kristy with her mouth and hands like the police were about to take her away for a life sentence. Kristy returned the passion equally, sensing that Cassie was feeling the same way she had made Kristy feel. They locked lips and moaned, and held each other as tight as could be, while Cassie just kept cumming and cumming.

After half a dozen spurts, the lights had had too much sperm splashed onto them, and they shorted out, plunging the whole group into total darkness. For Cassie, this wasn't much of a change, as she'd ceased noticing anything beyond Kristy the moment the first spurt left her dick. For the others, they could only ride out Cassie's orgasm, and feel wave after wave of semen falling from above.

Not that any of them were able to keep track, but Cassie shot ten more incredible geysers before they began losing force. The final ejaculation landed right on Sandra, making her positively drip with the stuff. When it was finally over and Cassie's dick started softening, Sandra started giggling.

"Woo! Damn, girl, you are something else." Mecala said, releasing Cassie's cock and sitting in a puddle of sperm. Or was the whole floor one big puddle?

"You girls are going to help me clean this up." Sandra said, resting Cassie's cock on Kristy's back and sitting, herself. "Egad! It's everywhere! I better take a morning-after pill. Hell, I bet we all should. Cassie, dear?"

"Give her a moment." Mecala said, crawling to the door, not wanting to risk standing on the slippery floor. When she opened the door, light from the hallway came pouring in, and it looked like a giant milk bomb had gone off. "I think we need more towels." Mecala said.

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ONE YEAR LATER

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"Where are you taking me?" asked a blindfolded Cassie.

"Your last present is a surprise." said Mecala, walking alongside her. "It was my idea, actually-"

"Hush, Mecala!" Sandra said. "She can't have any expectations of what it is."

Cassie had several guesses, most of which stemmed from the fact that it was Mecala's idea. They had had many MANY foursomes over the past year, and at some point or another, Cassie usually became the center of attention. This was obviously the latest in a long string of attempts to satisfy Cassie's inhuman lust. She'd confessed to Kristy that no matter how many times she came, Cassie was never fully satisfied.

Not long after that fateful birthday party, they'd spent a whole day making Cassie cum as much as possible. Cassie's capacity for erection unfortunately outclassed her capacity for orgasm, and fifteen minutes after every orgasm, a little rubbing and hugging could restore Cassie to hardess. She came twelve times that day, over the span of about sixteen hours. By the end of it, her cock was so desensitized, every orgasm took an hour to bring to fruition. And every time, she could get hard yet again.

They finally stopped at about one AM, when they realized Cassie could probably keep it up until doomsday. Looking back, that day was torturous, but necessary. If Cassie's cock got what it wanted all the time, it would only want more. Cassie settled into a schedule of at least four times a day; once in the morning, once before bed, and as required throughout the day.

Aiding Cassie's regularity in this regard, was a custom chastity belt, designed for Cassie's unique genitalia. Most days (especially this one) it was all she wore. It kept Cassie's dick bent in a C shape around her testicle, almost all the way around, in fact. The whole shebang was kept forward enough to let Cassie walk normally, except the weight of her cock and ball (and the heavy duty chastity belt, supported by shoulder straps) made her lean back, giving her the odd sensation of always walking downhill.

It was with this downhill walk Cassie was led through the Carpenter mansion, the house she'd grown up in. Her mother and Mecala had taken enough detours and spun Cassie around so many times, she was hopelessly lost. The fact that Kirsty was no longer walking with them didn't escape her attention, but she preferred to let them think she had no clue what was going on.

Cassie's mind wandered as she walked and walked. Her father still didn't know what had happened, and it seemed like he might never know. He didn't spend much time at home, and it was a rather big home. Cassie made the occasional appearance for his benefit, which was of course staged, with her cock carefully hidden. Sandra had gradually replaced all the hired help with more trustworthy people, all of which knew about Cassie's endowment, so her father was the only person she ever needed to hide it from.

It wasn't a bad life, she reflected. Her only friends were Kristy, Mecala, and her mother, but they were all so close, Cassie couldn't have asked for more. She was taking several college courses online about psychology, and she was looking into working for a depression helpline. Yep, Cassie had it pretty good, despite her enormous penis. She'd come to accept that she couldn't have everything she wanted, and to be grateful for all she had.

"Here we are, Cassie. Almost there. Just follow me this way." Sandra said, talking and talking, and Cassie could hear some muffled whimpers in the background.

"Who am I hearing?" Cassie asked, unable to contain her curiosity any longer.

"Now, Sandra?" Mecala asked. Sandra must have nodded, because Mecala pulled the blindfold from Cassie's eyes. They were in a large room, probably somewhere in the basement, but it was all dark except for a light directly over the three of them. Cassie thought she saw something big and strange in front of her, but as her eyes adjusted, it was lost to the darkness.

Sandra held up a remote control and pressed a button on it. It made a *BEEP* sound, and a light came on in front of them, illuminating what Cassie had caught the barest glimpse of earlier. When she could see it clearly, she was thoroughly mystified.

Suspended in the air by a steel framework and lots of nylon, was a great big mass of at least ten naked ladies, all gagged and blindfolded. Their arms were all bound behind their backs, but their legs seemed to go every which way. It looked like a horizontal pinecone made of sexy women. Then Cassie saw a pattern, and walked around to look from another angle. Sure enough, at the base of the pinecone shape, three women's legs were scissored over each other, leaving a small gap in the middle. Cassie crouched down and looked into that gap.

All three pussies were shaved and dripping wet. The light didn't penetrate the tunnel very far, but Cassie could tell what it was. "A pussy made of pussies." she mused. "How many?"

"Twelve, in those harnesses. Every one has a vibrator deep inside them, and they were hand picked to be juicy and orgasmic." Sandra said. "But there's one more." Sandra pushed another button. Cassie could see a light at the end of the tunnel, fading up slowly. Beyond those twelve glistening cunts was one Cassie recognized.

"Kristy!" Cassie exclaimed, and stood up, dashing around the Pussy of Pussies. Kristy was laying naked on her back on an inclined gynecologist's chair, with her legs spread wide, and a strange device in front of her that had a big flesh colored dildo attached. Sandra pointed to several things attached to the metal framework.

"Those are sensors. They'll follow the motions your penis makes, and move the dildo accordingly. It works in all three axes, though I imagine forward and back will be the main one."

Cassie's heart thumped in her chest, and her cock strained against the chastity belt. Sandra quickly added, "There are several cameras so you can watch Kristy from the other side, using those." Sandra pointed to a Geordie Laforge-esque visor Mecala had picked up.

"It's bluetooth, and battery powered, so just put it on. This button scrolls through the cameras, and the active pair will have a light so Kristy knows which ones you're looking through." Sandra hastily explained as Cassie snatched the eyewear and shrugged off her shoulder straps. "Don't push THIS button until you're ready to finish." Sandra finished, and handed the remote to Cassie.

"I...I don't know what to say..." Cassie said, dropping the chastity belt with a loud clang.

"Don't say anything, just go fuck your girlfriend!" Mecala said. "We'll leave you two alone."

"Thank you guys, so much!" Cassie said, putting the visor on her forehead and lifting her stiffening cock in both hands, trotting back to the point of entry. She lowered the visor over her eyes, and saw a stereoscopic image of Kristy, viewed as if she was lying right in front of Cassie. The dildo was just visible in the bottom of the tiny screens.

Cassie raised the visor for a second to place the remote on a ledge designed for that very purpose, then she lowered the visor again and lined up her penis with the Pussy of Pussies. As Cassie's cock head approached the opening, she saw the dildo also inch closer to Kristy's. Cassie shuffled to the side a bit, and so did the dildo. She lined up the dildo, and briefly raised the visor to check her real cock's alignment. It was spot on.

"Do it, Cassie! Fuck me finally! Stick your huge cock in me!" Kristy said, louder than Cassie expected. She changed the camera, and saw several sound panels in a semicircle behind Kristy, obviously placed to carry her voice directly to Cassie, over the moans of the bound women. She changed the camera back, and touched her cock to the slick hole in front of it.

Kristy, Mecala, and Sandra had tried to approximate this before, even done the same three-way leg scissor technique, but that was just one layer, and not as well organized as this elaborate harness structure. For the first time in her life, Cassie felt warm, wet flesh that yielded to her advances, but stayed tight, held in place by so much nylon. The dildo began penetrating Kristy, and the sight of that in the equivalent of Hi-Def was mind-boggling to Cassie. She could have sworn it really was HER cock that was being inserted into her lover. She pulled out and changed the camera, getting a closer view.

It WAS her cock! At least, it was modeled after her cock. Cassie had seen that cock head a hundred times just in the month before she had the chastity belt, and still quite frequently after that. Cassie reinserted her dick, and was again captivated by the magic of it. The tunnel of cunts was flawlessly designed. Cassie could feel no gaps, just soft ridges, and warm tightness.

Shortly after passing the second set of three vaginas, Kristy cried out. "AH! OW!! Oh...you just took my cherry...Cassie...don't stop..."

Cassie pulled out a bit, and saw blood on her dick. On the dildo, she corrected herself. She shifted her footing, and the dildo moved exactly to match Cassie's motions. "I AM fucking you, Kristy. God, it's so real..." Cassie said as she pushed deeper into the love hole. Several women in the harnesses increased their quiet moaning, and did what they could to rub their groins on Cassie's penis.

"Cassie...oh, fuck...put it all in me! Fuck me hard!" Kristy pleaded.

"Can't...gotta go slow...this is too good..." Cassie replied, hoping for the first time in almost a year that she wouldn't cum for a long long time. She forced her dick still deeper, and she could tell when she reached the third ring from the louder moans coming from in front of her. Three quarters of the length of her dick was being massaged by hot dripping pussies and inner thighs, and it was indescribable. Cassie decided to pull out a bit.

"Oh! No, Cassie, fill me up!"

But Cassie was in her own little world. The friction was driving her crazy, and she slid her cock back to its previous depth. She pressed in harder, but the fourth ring proved too tight. Cassie's hips jerked a few times, but she held her orgasm back, for the moment. The harder she pushed, it seemed, the harder the Pussy of Pussies squeezed, keeping her from total penetration.

"Keep doing that, it's so good..." Kristy gasped.

Cassie pulled back, taking two steps back, almost totally removing her cock from its new sheath. She stepped forward again, spearing Kristy in one big thrust. Cassie felt the last ring of pussies spreading around her invader, and soon it was buried to the hilt in wet vaginas.

"Oh, Cassie! I can see your dick...you're so gigantic..." said Kristy. Cassie was nearly beside herself with the pleasure of really having sex for the first time. The women around Cassie's dick would occasionally burst into orgasm, and it seemed like there was always one or two going at any given moment. The sound of pussy juice dripping onto the floor was added to the orgiastic symphony.

Fighting to retain control, Cassie picked up the remote and sifted through the various camera viewpoints. There was a wide angle from the side, in which Cassie saw herself at one end of the bizarre human construct, and Kristy, sitting/laying beyond the other end. There was a low view of Kristy's crotch, zoomed in until her stretched pussy filled Cassie's vision. Cassie withdrew a foot/inch, and watched Kristy's hungry vagina cling to the retreating penis.

Cassie slid her cock back in to the hilt, then slowly repeated the process. "Holy shit, Kristy...I've died and gone to heaven..." Cassie whispered. Kristy moaned, "Fuck yeah! You're fucking me, Cassie! Keep fucking me...make me cum on your dick!"

The next viewpoint was directly to the side of Kristy. Her body neatly filled the rectangle from corner to corner, with several inches of cock visible outside her. Cassie kept thrusting, feeling her testicle churning up a monster load.

"Uhn...Cassie...the precum's really flowing out of you..." Kristy said breathlessly. Cassie changed the viewpoint again, and saw from over Kristy's shoulder, between her spread knees, the tip of her dick nestled in the groins of the three women in front. As Cassie watched, one of them began twitching, and on the next withdrawal, a jet of clear fluid shot out of her slick pussy and hit the woman next to her. Cassie changed the view, and saw a close up of Kristy's face, eyes closed, mouth open, brow furrowed.

Kristy had only ever made that face with Cassie's tongue in her cunt, so Cassie had never seen it very well, but she did recognize it. "Kristy, I love you." Cassie said loudly. Kristy's eyes opened and looked around briefly, then they saw the right indicator, and she looked right into Cassie's eyes.

"I...love you...Cassie..."

"Oh, damn, Kristy...won't be long now..." Cassie said, repositioning her feet. She took two steps back, removing her dick almost completely, then stepped forward again, ramming her cock into the hot, wet love tunnel. Kristy screamed. Cassie did it again, and again, and again. She did aerobics every day (so her sex wouldn't be as exhausting) and this wasn't much different. Back and forward, back and forward, retract, and thrust, retract, and thrust.

"OH, SWEET CRAPPITY FUCK!" Kristy yelled. "Cum with me, Cassie, push the button!"

How much time and effort had been expended to create this moment, Cassie wondered. The lighting, the remote, the twelve naked women organized just so...what kind of a lengthy screening process had they had to go through? The cameras, the visor, that dildo machine, with sensors, and a replica of Cassie's penis...all so she and Kristy could finally have sex, if only by proxy. Cassie shoved her cock in fully and pushed the button.

All the girls Cassie was fucking suddenly began convulsing even harder, coming one after another. Cassie's massive cock was being massaged like never before, and lubricated by twelve squirting orgasms. The view changed to the first one, directly over Kristy. Through the visor, Cassie saw the dildo suddenly pull out of Kristy, and the whole device shifted downward, leaving a clear path between the two lovers.

Kristy wailed at the emptiness in her, but knew it was only temporary. "CUM IN ME, CASSIE! FILL ME UP WITH IT!"

Cassie grabbed blindly in front of her until she found two legs to hold, and she pulled herself in as deep and tight as she could. Her hand, holding the remote against somebody's thigh, pressed the view change button, and Cassie saw herself with her head thrown back and her crotch shoved against the airborne pile of orgasming women.

Like a cannon, Cassie's own orgasm exploded in sudden violent intensity, shooting like a fire hose directly at Kristy's gaping fuck hole from a distance of only three feet. Her first load splattered obscenely all over Kristy's lower half. Before the last of it had even landed, Cassie's second spurt began. Two more spurts followed almost immediately, and Cassie felt like she was hardly even getting started.

"OH GOODDD! FUCK ME WITH YOUR CUM, CASSIE!!" Kristy screamed. Cassie changed the view, and saw Kristy's thighs and pussy area getting pelted with sperm so forcefully, it was pushing her body back a little. In the small downtime between spurts, Cassie saw a flood of her cum evacuating Kristy's still gaping vagina. For three more spurts, Cassie watched Kristy being filled several times over with each high-pressure volley of semen.

Cassie accidentally changed the view again, and was seeing from behind Kristy's shoulder. The twelve squirting hotties looked like some kind of succubus composite, huge and writhing and slick with sweat and juices. In the middle of it, was Cassie's cock head, spewing ever more of her cum onto Kristy, who was convulsing wildly. One spurt hit when her pussy was tilted differently, and instead of filling her up, the main point of impact was her clit.

"AAAAHHHH!! AAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!" Kristy shrieked, as the higher impact made the spurt deflect almost entirely up and onto her body. Cassie was reminded of a video she'd seen of waves impacting a pier and splashing high into the air, but THESE waves came much faster, before the mist had even settled. Kristy returned to her normal angle, and moaned in between quick gasps for air, "Yeahfuck...do my holes...so full..."

Cassie changed the view again, and saw Kristy from the side. At first she thought she was imagining it, but after four more giant spurts, it was clear that Kristy's belly was rounder than it had been. "Oh, Kristy! Take all my cum! In your cunt and your ass!" Kristy was an absolute mess, completely soaked and dripping with the stuff. Cassie was almost overloaded with climactic arousal, having fired over twenty of her enormous geysers, but even that was fuel for the flame in her loins. Cassie was having a multiple orgasm, something she'd thought impossible for a penis, but then, the penis itself should have been impossible.

"OHHH YES!! YESSSS!!" Cassie groaned. Some of the women on her cock had gone limp, though their vabrators must have still been going on high. Cassie simply could not get over how unbelievably satisfying it was to have her dick inside of something so warm and slippery. Kristy had always been able to have longer orgasms than Cassie, but this time, it was Cassie's that kept Kristy going.

"...ah...ah...no...more..." Kristy whimpered.

"Oh, yes." Cassie replied. "There's still a bit more!" She felt her overlapping orgasm die out, and she knew she was on her last one. "Oh...yeah...Kristy..." Cassie moaned with each pint-sized ejaculation. Kristy's hips twitched, but the rest of her was immobile, as fresh sperm splattered from her groin, all over her upper body, lost in the mess of all that came before.

Finally, after nearly three dozen superhuman gouts of sperm, Cassie ran out of cum to shoot. She didn't trust her body to move, so she simply stood there, feeling her dick softening. Cassie slowly withdrew from the overstimulated cunt collection, feeling amazing pangs of pleasure as her limp member was squeezed on its way out. Cassie took a step back, then pulled her floppy penis out the rest of the way, inadvertently changing the view one last time.

Kristy's whole head was plastered with whiteness. She raised one hand to her face and rubbed away a considerable amount, considering the hand itself was also a total mess. She slowly opened her eyes and blinked a few times. She looked at the twin cameras and said, "Happy birthday, Cassie."

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