Porno Flick - Part 5

The next part of the video opened with the familiar caption box. This time it read, "6 MONTHS LATER." Dale, wearing a silk robe, was standing between Tammy and Nina.

"Are you ready to show us, Dale, baby?" Nina asked.

Dale blushed, cast the robe aside, then the camera zoomed in. Where Dale’s penis had been, was a little dimple with a vertical crease, making it look like tiny female labia. Lots of ohooo’s came from the little crowd, followed by applause and a few whistles.

"Show us where you pee!" Tammy said, bouncing with enthusiasm.

Taking two fingers, Dale spread his small dimple cheeks, exposing the tiny pink orifice that was his new urethral opening. The scene quickly cut to his blushing face, then back to his altered plumbing.

"I think that’s so cute!" Tammy giggled. "You still have to hold something in your hand when you pee. But instead of holding your little toy, you have to spread your little dimple!"

"Well," said Nina, "I think the dimple penectomy is going to become the standard for our club in the future. Isn’t this just the cutest thing you ever saw!" (Lots of naughty laughter and chuckles, mixed with a few cheers and whistles, rippled through the little crowd.)

The video proceeded predictably, with Dale oiling and massaging squirming, sighing beauties, only to step out of the way and watch helplessly as they satiated their lust with real studs. Just like Herb’s, Dale’s balls churned helplessly, driven by desperate desire that could never be consummated.

All the while, Michelle was massaging and kneading my balls, tickling my inner thighs, and massaging my penis near and below the base. She was making it a point not to touch my upper shaft and especially the sensitive area just below my glans. She was creating a deep lustful longing inside me and I knew she wouldn’t allow me quick release. She would make me suffer; such wonderful, blissful suffering!

The show progressed to the final segment, the rite of cuckoldry. Tammy was center stage again, and Dale helped her wriggle out of her sheer white nylon body suit. This time I was surprised to see she was sporting a full muff of hair between her legs. She had been shaved in the other segment, but that was six months earlier. She had obviously regrown her hair for this rite.

As Tammy lay back on the bed, the camera played over her athletic young body. Her countenance combined delicate innocence, playful exuberance, and naughty lustfulness. The camera zoomed in on her light brown bush. It was not heavy and matted, but soft and fuzzy. Her inviting slit was oozing like honeydew from a freshly-sliced peach. Unable to control his urge, Dale bent down and kissed her precious drooling slit.

"Honey! You’re supposed to shave it, not kiss it!" Tammy exclaimed, before bursting into laughter. (The laughter was contagious and rippled through the little crowd.)

"I’m… I’m sorry," Dale squeaked. "I… I couldn’t help…"

Nina stuck a pair of electric clippers in his hand and there was more laughter.

"I don’t think I could help it either," I blurted, thinking aloud. I felt Michelle tense.

"So! You admit you would cheat on me!" Michelle exclaimed.

"Well… I… ah… didn’t mean to…"

"You didn’t mean to say it out loud, did you!" Michelle squeezed my balls so hard a sick queasy pain shot through my guts. Then she started laughing. "Get up!" she said. "That’s enough. Just on your knees."

I was still on the bed, but on my all-fours in front of Michelle. She reached into the night stand drawer and got something. I couldn’t see what.

"Here’s just what you need, darling. Now just relax." Michelle was giggling with mischief in her voice.

Suddenly I felt the cold lubricating jelly against my rectum. She had lubed up a dildo and was wallowing it around the entrance to my hole, teasing me.

"Don’t worry, darling," Michelle said, still chuckling. "I know you can’t help it. You’re a man!

"Truthfully, dear, I’ve never done any lesbian stuff, but I don’t think I could help myself with her either. She’s just too damned cute! Don’t you think so, darling?"

"Well, I… dunno. I mean sure, if you say…"

"Now be truthful, darling. You’d like to feel that soft blonde fuzz up against your little shaved pube wouldn’t you? Hmmm? With that little toy of yours going in and out, in and out, hmmm?"

I was becoming overwhelmed with desire. I began moving my hips rhythmically against Michelle’s dildo, expecting her to plunge it into me at any moment. She would switch on the vibrator momentarily, then switch it off, teasing me. She was making me want it, and not giving it to me.

"It… it does seem a shame that they’ve got to shave her," I said, wistfully. Dale was now buzzing off Tammy’s beautiful blonde fuzz with the clippers.

"Don’t take it so hard, darling," Michelle laughed. "It’ll grow back. Just think about poor Dale. He’s lost something that won’t grow back!"

I felt my member twitch at her words. The shaving scene continued as Michelle continued teasing me, kneading and squeezing my balls, but never touching my cock; teasing my sphincter with the dildo, making me want it inside me, but never pushing it into my rectum.

With Tammy shaved at last, Dale proceeded to oil and massage her lithe young body. Finally, she lay there gasping and squirming, her legs spread, her vulva drooling. A new man came into the camera’s field of view, a tall young black man. They called him Cletus. Cletus was probably no older than Dale, but he was about 6’ 6" and built like he had just stepped out of a bodybuilder contest. When he turned to face the camera, I gasped at the size of his dong.

Michelle laughed at my reaction. "Kind of makes your little toy seem like a joke, doesn’t it, darling? It’s like why even bother with having a dick if five and a half inches is all you can do. Now Cletus; there’s a real man!"

I whimpered in anguish as the truth of her words hit home. Cletus must have had twelve inches. I think I’ve actually seen longer ones in porno movies, but never one so wide and thick. His knob was as big as a baseball! Tammy’s green eyes sparkled with lust and anticipation. Grasping his huge member with both hands, she fondled it lovingly and admiringly. Cletus’s member was larger than her forearm!

"We’re going to have to lube you up good," Tammy observed. Her voice was wavering and full of apprehension. I’m sure the thought of taking that monster inside her was scary!

"Pass the jelly, honey," Tammy instructed her cuckold boyfriend. Dale handed her a tube of sexual lubricant. His hands were shaking and tears were rolling down his face.

Tammy squirted a big glob of lubricant into her palm and then into Dale’s. "Here, you can help, honey. Cletus is huge!" The couple worked together to lube up Cletus’s huge member. Cletus’s breathing became heavy and irregular in anticipation of the pleasure he was about to receive. Tammy lay back on the bed, threw her hands above her head, and spread her legs widely. "I’m all yours, Cletus. All yours!"

Dale bawled audibly as Cletus climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between Tammy’s tiny white legs, positioning his huge knob in front of her delicate drooling slit. She looked like a beautiful toy doll beside Cletus’s huge bulk. An unnamed woman from the crowd came in to continue lubricating and positioning Cletus’s penis. Chagrin and anguish had now reduced Dale to a sniveling, shaking wreck. A woman I recognized as Kim, from the first video, held him in a consoling embrace.

Cletus, with the aid of the female assistant, placed his big base-ball-sized knob against Tammy’s slick white crotch. He hunched and groaned and pushed Tammy up in the bed without achieving penetration. Another unnamed woman grabbed one of Tammy’s legs and our old friend, Herb, stepped up and grabbed the other. They pulled her legs so far apart she was almost doing the splits lying flat of her back. Cletus was snorting and hunching furiously. The woman with the lube jelly kept his huge member positioned for entry.

"Just relax, Tammy, honey," the woman advised in a soothing tone. "Just relax and let Cletus in. Let him have all that you’ve got, honey."

The scene cut to Dale who was crying and shaking his head. "No… no… no…" he was whining softly and pitifully. Kim still held him in her embrace.

Slowly, Tammy’s tight, delicate slit was beginning to expand to accommodate Cletus’s huge knob. The woman with the lube jelly was still squirting liberal quantities of the lubricant on Cletus’s knob and shaft. Massaging Tammy’s tight little opening, the woman diligently worked Cletus’s knob into it. Little by little, Cletus’s huge knob began disappearing between Tammy’s shaved white labia. I didn’t see how little Tammy could accept that big cock without disjointing her hips.

The woman with the lubricant spoke. "Here it goes! Relax Tammy. Just relax, sweetheart.

"Cletus, take it easy now. Don’t hurt her, Cletus. Take it slow, she’s small and tight."

The camera zoomed in to Cletus’s face. His eyes were wild with lust. His breathing was short and irregular, interspersed with ecstatic groans. Saliva was running from his mouth, slightly frothing.

The scene cut to Tammy’s face. It was contorted in a grimace, eyes glazed, staring at the ceiling. Her breathing was short and choppy, coming in short bursts as she emitted little screams and squeals.

My god! I thought. This is like watching a childbirth in reverse!

Suddenly, Tammy gave a shriek that over-modulated the mic. The camera zoomed in on Cletus’s huge member as it disappeared between Tammy’s tiny, twitching legs. Cletus was groaning and bellowing in deep manly tones. Dale was bawling pitifully and now Nina was assisting Kim in holding and consoling him.

Cletus was shoving his huge piston in and out of Tammy. I watched her little tummy swell and contract in response to his awesome thrusts. Tammy was emitting little squeaks in rhythm to Cletus’s thrusts that sounded like she had a terrible case of hiccups. That huge knob inside her must be very close to her diaphragm, I thought. This could be dangerous! However, I rationalized that this story must have had a happy ending or we wouldn’t be watching it on video. After all, Tammy was Nina’s daughter and surely she wouldn’t subject her to real danger.

Finally, Cletus was nearing climax and his efforts became frantic and furious. He began bobbing his head in an alternate rhythm with his hips. He began biting and drawing blood from Tammy’s neck and shoulders. Finally, Cletus’s eyes rolled back in his head and he gave a mighty roar, just before clamping his teeth on Tammy’s left breast.

Tammy let out a scream that could have been from pain, ecstasy, or both. Her small tender legs, still grasped firmly and widely split by Herb and his female assistant, were quivering with a detached life of their own. Tammy looked pregnant from the bulge of that huge sausage filling her little tummy. Cletus continued to roar and squeeze and chomp, as though he was trying to devour the tiny girl. Blood was running all over Tammy’s neck and chest. Finally, Cletus’s roars tapered into deep satisfied moans of pleasure as his orgasm subsided. His huge hands, which only an instant earlier had been squeezing Tammy with powerful maniacal obsession, were now softly caressing her bleeding shoulders and breast. Tammy was kissing Cletus passionately while tears ran down her face. Dale’s pitiful bawling could be heard in the background.

Spent at last, Cletus extracted his now-turgid member from Tammy’s ravaged cunt and was led away by the two women who had assisted the couple. Tammy’s eyes were closed and tears were still streaming down her face. Her legs were still spread in the splits and appeared lifeless. Kim and Nina pulled Dale, who was still whimpering and bawling, onto the bed between Tammy’s legs. Small ribbons of blood were mixed with the white semen oozing from between Tammy’s devastated labia. Dale emitted one last heartrending wail before plunging his face and tongue into the remnants of Cletus’s issue.

"You see what a real man can do for a woman, darling!" Michelle’s words momentarily jerked my mind back from the video, and into the real world. I realized I was crying. I felt so sorry for poor Dale! Michelle was still teasing my anus with the dildo, slipping it inside me just enough to stretch my sphincter, but not plunging it home. I wobbled backward on my knees, awkwardly, trying desperately to impale myself on the elusive wand. Michelle giggled with impish satisfaction. She was making me want it. I was literally begging to take the dildo up my ass!

Tammy had opened her eyes now, although they were still blurred with tears. Managing a weak smile, she began running her fingers, lovingly, through Dale’s hair as he dutifully slurped and whimpered between her still-spread legs. Blood was still oozing from her bites. The one on her left breast looked serious indeed.

Another well-endowed stud from the crowd crawled onto the bed behind Dale. Taking what remained of the tube of lubricant, he proceeded to lube up his member, then Dale’s ass. He pressed a golf-ball-sized knob against Dale’s rectum and Dale gave a muffled yelp and spread his legs in supplication and acceptance. The man slipped inside him and plunged his member home.

At that same moment Michelle switched on the vibrator motor and the dildo slipped past my sphincter without resistance. I gasped in grateful surrender. Michelle chuckled diabolically!

The camera zoomed in on Dales little dimple between his legs. Suddenly creamy white semen began to ooze and dribble from between the tiny lobes of his dimple. The stud in the video began to moan with pleasure as he shot his own seed deep into Dale’s bowels. I was overwhelmed by my newly-discovered feeling of ecstatic surrender as I felt my own semen drool from my turgid member.

"That’s a good boy, darling," Michelle cooed. "You’re such as sweet boy. You don’t need that little toy to be mamma’s boy, do you darling? That little thing is just in the way, isn’t it, baby?"

I was gasping with pleasure and euphoria as I watched the semen drool from my almost-limp dick. I was also crying.

END OF PART 5

Farrell Squire

December 18, 2001

Continued in Part 6