Porno Flick - Part 6 - The Conclusion

"That’s almost as big as Cletus’s, isn’t it, darling?" Michelle’s eyes twinkled with sinister mischief as she watched my apprehensive expression.

I actually measured it. It was too long for the twelve-inch ruler; I had to get a tape measure. It measured just over thirteen inches and was as thick as Michelle’s arm. It looked very lifelike, with all the little veins and folds of skin. They even got the texture right, with the glans being different from the other skin. I couldn’t help but think this thing was made from an original cast of a real penis; it was just too realistic!

We took it slow at first. I introduced Michelle to the big knob, then gradually got her to accept more and more of the shaft. I was very careful and didn’t want to hurt her, but she insisted on being pushed her to her limits. After three months she was able to take the whole dildo, and I actually felt a smug sense of accomplishment. I enjoyed watching her writhing in ecstasy with that huge thing churning inside her.

Michelle kept teasing me about training me to take the Monster Dong. I flatly refused. Thus far, I had vehemently balked, even at the eight inch dildo, and acquiescing to my sensibilities, Michelle had only prodded me with the six-inch device. Michelle just laughed and said I would come to want it in time. Then one night Michelle donned the dildo harness and proceeded to enter me as usual. As I had become accustomed, I compliantly relaxed my sphincter to accept the big rubber rod. I had come not only to accept penetration by the dildo, but to desire it, even beg for it when Michelle teasingly withheld it.

Suddenly I felt an unaccustomed fullness and pressure as the dildo expanded my helpless sphincter. A light griping pain shot through my guts and I could only gasp in surrender. Michelle held me tightly and giggled naughtily; it suddenly dawned on me what she was doing. She had just impaled me with the big eight-inch dildo! Michelle continued her naughty, wicked cackling as I thrashed and squirmed like bug on a pin. Lightheaded and disoriented, I suddenly exploded in a glorious rapture like I had never experienced before! My almost-limp member was profusely drooling semen onto the bed sheets as all strength and coordination left my flailing body. Finally, I just lay there gasping and quivering as Michelle cleaned me up. I felt scared and helpless, but with Michelle completely in charge, that was a wonderful feeling!

In the following days and weeks Michelle continued her teasing about training me for the Monster Dong. All the while, I continued to satisfy her with the ungodly monster. I was afraid the Monster Dong would stretch Michelle’s vagina and she would no longer enjoy having sex with me. I wondered if my modest five-and-a-half-inch member could really satisfy her now. Then I remembered it had been months since Michelle and I had had regular coitus; I couldn’t actually remember our last time. In fact, about the only time Michelle would let me cum now was when I was taking the dildo up the ass. I used to look at pictures and videos and masturbate when Michelle was gone, but now I was beginning to use the dildo for these sessions too. Touching my penis made me feel… well… not exactly guilty, but sort of. The feeling is hard to explain. Forcing myself not to touch my penis now seemed very sexy. It was like I was truly earning my orgasms.

I kept rereading that little paperback book and wondered if Michelle and I weren’t taking this thing a little too far. But it was just like the book said, playing out our fantasies had enhanced our sex life and opened up new dimensions of pleasure. I was enjoying our relationship more than ever before; I especially enjoyed the feeling of kind of being Michelle’s property. That feeling stayed with me all the time, not just in the bedroom, and it brought us closer together.

It was a bright spring Friday afternoon when I came home from work and found Michelle waiting on me. She had returned home early from a business trip and had taken a cab from the airport. She had an unusually mischievous gleam in her eyes that night.

"Well, darling, you do know what today is, don’t you?"

Uh-oh, I thought. What have I forgotten? We were married on Labor Day so it’s not our anniversary. Michelle’s a Sagittarius so it couldn’t be…

I began to sputter, nervously, without saying anything.

She started to laugh. "Darling? You haven’t forgotten your own birthday, have you?"

I breathed a grateful sigh of relief and joined her in laughter.

"I have a special surprise for you tonight, darling," she continued. "I’ve made reservations for us tonight at Struman’s. Several of my business associates from Dallas are in town this weekend. They’ve heard a lot about you, and are dying to meet you, darling."

"Business associates? Who?"

"Darling, I suppose you’ve never… well, never been properly introduced. But I think you guys will hit it off great. Actually darling, I think these are our kind of people. We have a lot in common."

I was excited. This was promising to be a fun-filled night and weekend. I was certainly looking forward to meeting these business associates of Michelle’s. I was further impressed when a limo pulled up in the driveway to take us to Struman’s. Michelle had gone all-out!

Struman’s was an upscale restaurant out in the Western Heights. Michelle had reserved a small private room for our dinner party. There would be five other guests. I was feeling very enthusiastic and comfortable as we were escorted to our private dining room. The other guests had already arrived and were sipping cocktails. Two men and three women smiled broadly as they turned to face us. These business associates of Michelle’s, whom I had never met, looked strangely familiar. Who were these people? Where had I seen them? Celebrities perhaps? Minor celebrities? Movies …? Oh shit! I knew these people all too well! Standing before me were Nina, Kim, Herb, Dale, and Tammy!

Introductions added last names to the first names I knew so well from the videos. I was nervous and I’m sure it showed. Still, I was rather flattered that Michelle would arrange to have my favorite porno stars at my birthday dinner. I was also impressed with her ability to find these people just from the tape. Michelle could be quite resourceful when she put her mind to it.

Michelle insisted that I sit at the end of the table - the place of honor - and she seated her self at the opposite end. I thought this a little odd, but it wasn’t like we were teenagers going steady, or newlyweds or anything. Michelle and I had plenty of opportunity to be close and cuddly elsewhere. This seating arrangement left Kim and Herb sitting on either side of Michelle; Nina and Tammy sitting on either side of me, and lastly, Dale sitting on the side between Kim and Tammy.

As drinks and appetizers were served, we made small talk, mostly about our jobs in the mundane world. Nina and Kim jointly managed a lingerie shop in Dallas, while Herb was an electronics engineer. (It was he who burned the VHS tapes to DVD.) Tammy and Dale were now married and both in graduate school; Tammy studying to be a gymnastics and tennis coach; Dale studying computer science.

After the main course and dessert were finished, there was almost an awkward silence. The real reason I knew these "business associates" of Michelle’s was now bearing on me, and my curiosity was killing me.

"Nina, if you don’t mind my asking, how did you get started with… you know, your… ah…?"

Nina gave a bubbly cackle. "You mean my six-inch club?"

I nodded, blushing.

"Actually, I used to work as an assistant to a veterinarian out in the panhandle. The vet was also gay and a cutter. He taught me the ropes. Then life got too slow for him around Amarillo and he moved to the west coast. That’s when I got the opportunity to go into business with Kim in the lingerie shop. I still see Dennis - that’s his name - a couple of times a year and he still teaches me a few new tricks. He loves to watch my videos too!" Nina cackled and the others chimed in with laughter.

"Videos? Ah… how… how many… I mean, I’ve seen two."

"Well, Eddie, I guess there are four you haven’t seen. We’ve made six altogether - so far."

I relished the thought of watching those other videos and I felt a tingle in my member as an erection began to grow in my pants. Surely they brought copies with them on this trip. Yes, Michelle would have insisted on that.

"Speaking of those videos," I said, nervously, "I was afraid Tammy was going to get hurt in that one. I’m glad it turned out…"

"Actually, I did go to the hospital that night," Tammy said, looking up at me with soft green eyes. I still couldn’t get over how delicate, small, and fragile Tammy looked. And she was very cute - a green-eyed Bambi!

"I dislocated both hips and I lost a nipple." Tammy spoke matter-of-factly.

"Yes," Nina added, "the doctor said I had allowed my daughter to do a very foolish and dangerous thing. Hell, I didn’t know. I had read all of those little paperback books and they assured me that nature always took care of such things. They said there was no such thing as a man with an organ too big, regardless of how small and petite the woman is - as long as she was a mature adult. That just goes to show you not to believe everything you read in those little paperbacks!"

Tammy nodded. "And the doctor said I was lucky I hadn’t damaged some internal organs or ruptured my diaphragm or something. Then I would have been in real trouble."

I was still shocked. "You… you lost a nipple?"

"Yeah, wanna see?"

I jerked back reflexively and looked at Michelle. Michelle smiled wryly and nodded at me. It was okay for me to peek.

"See," Tammy said, pulling down her sheer black satin bra. She exposed two delicate creamy breasts the size of large lemons. But her left breast was missing its nipple. Where the nipple should have been was just mottled white scar tissue. Part of the areola was still there, like a little reddish-brown crescent around one edge. Her other breast appeared undamaged and the perky little nipple was erect and prominent. However, I could see faint scars on her chest, shoulders, and neck from the bites I had watched her receive in the video.

"I was in the hospital two days," Tammy continued. They had to give me lots of antibiotics because human bites are so infectious. I was barely able to walk when I got out and I was incontinent for about a week; I had to wear a diaper. The worst thing though, I had to drop out of the cheering squad for the rest of my senior year. Poor Cletus was just too big; I shouldn’t have tried to take him on."

"Poor Cletus?" I protested. "Those bites had nothing to do with him being big. He just acted like a vicious beast!"

"Well," Tammy said, apologetically, "it was sort of his first time. He just went wild."

"You’re not trying to tell me Cletus was a virgin!"

"Well, no, it was just his first time with… you know… a white girl."

"That was really my fault," Nina interjected. "You see, Cletus was in Texas on a football scholarship. He was actually raised in a small farming community in Arkansas on the Mississippi River. A black man having sex with a white girl was the biggest social taboo imaginable in his little town. I had heard through the grapevine that it was a big fantasy of his too. Now there’s plenty of girls in the Big D that would be willing to end his interracial virginity, but poor Cletus was a little too bashful to push the issue. Don’t forget, Cletus was a country boy!

"I knew he would go wild, but I didn’t think he could really do anything to seriously hurt Tammy. We actually rooked Cletus into the scene. It just got a little out of hand, that’s all. It was a bad judgement call on my part. Like I said, I’d been reading those damned little paperback books!"

"Cletus is really nice," Tammy said. "He felt so badly about it after he realized I was hurt. He brought flowers up to my hospital room the next day. And when he saw what had happened to my breast he cried. He was so sorry; he never wanted to hurt me. Cletus said he could never repay me for what he had done, but if anybody ever did anything to hurt me or Dale either one, they would have to answer to him personally. And I think he meant that from the bottom of his heart. He’s one of our best friends now."

The conversation moved on to lighter topics and I knew we would be leaving soon. I had thoroughly enjoyed the evening.

"Eddie, darling," Michelle said, "before we leave, I have a little present for you. It is your birthday, you know." Reaching into her large handbag, Michelle pulled a box wrapped in brightly colored paper with a ribbon and bow. A matching envelope was attached. She passed it down to my end of the table.

I read the card aloud, then proceed to open the package. I knew it must contain the four DVD’s that I had yet to see. The package looked to be about the right size. All six smiling faces were staring at me as opened the final brown box. I was expecting to see four plastic jewel cases, but the box contained something else. I fumbled with the thing for a moment before I realized what it was. It was a stainless steel chastity device!

"Happy birthday, darling!" Michelle called. The others all applauded.

THE END

Farrell Squire

December 19, 2001