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Chapter 52 The Arena
“Charlize said the best place to end the evening is the Arena,” said Portia taking Stacy’s hand. By luck, Portia, along with Monk and Les managed to locate Stacy while she was giving head to Melba, a tall black man with breasts larger than Stacy’s and a nine-inch cock that produced a prodigious volume of semen. Stacy was squeezing Melba’s navel orange sized testicles to extract her third mouthful when she noticed her friends watching from the alcove’s entrance.
“That was delicious and incredibly filling, Melba,” said Stacy wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Moments before, Melba had been pounding his cock into her pussy but at his request, he’d finished in her mouth.
“Strawberries and raspberries are my secret and Maine blueberries but only when they’re fresh and in season, none of that frozen crap. They give it that fruity flavor. And they must be organic. The semen you just swallowed is pesticide free,” said Melba. “I see your friends are waiting for you.”
“Yes, well it was nice fucking you,” said Stacy kissing Melba good-bye.
“My pleasure, did you swallow all my jism or is there just a little bit you can give back,” asked Melba?
“Enough for a taste,” said Stacy slipping into Melba’s arms for a prolonged and deep bout of tongue kissing.
“Have you noticed anything unusual about the semen we’re being asked to swallow,” asked Stacy after she left Melba.
“Yes, it’s the booster drugs they hand out like they were candy,” said Monk matter of factly. “
“What booster drugs,” asked Stacy?
“I forgot the medical name. But Charlize gave us a couple of capsules to make sure your tank is full to overflowing when you’re in the club,” said Monk reaching down to cradle his fully loaded testicles. “At this very moment my balls feel tight enough to burst and I’ve already blown the biggest loads of my life tonight. Here, feel them.”
“That explains it then. Melba produced almost three mouthfuls of semen. A girl could get fat swallowing spunk in this place,” said Stacy fondling Monk’s overripe gonads.
“We’ll go on a diet tomorrow,” said Portia. “But for tonight, I’m going to swallow every hot mouthful that comes my way.”
“Mouthful, comes, isn’t that clever wordplay,” said Monk.
“It wasn’t intended to be,” said Portia.
“According to what I’ve read, semen is not fattening plus it is an excellent source of dietary protein,” said Les.
“There is something called too much of a good thing,” said Stacy. “I feel full and that’s only happened one time before and that was after I sucked off thirty Puerto Ricans.”
“Charlize’s drug not only gives you volume it also replenishes your tank quicker,” said Monk. “As soon as your pecker leaves a docking station, you can feel your nuts starting to fill again. Charlize told us to drink at least three liters of water or we could become seriously dehydrated.”
“And the other drug he gave us keeps you hard so you can cum over and over again. I’ve popped my cork six times so far. I may go blind or have a stroke. If anyone wants another half pint of Monk’s special elixir I can produce on demand.”
“I thought something was strange about you guys tonight,” said Portia. “It must include an aphrodisiac but you two are in serious danger of fucking yourself to death.”
“I don’t know of a better way to die,” said Les.
“It’s not fair. There are no drugs to chemically enhance our performance,” said Stacy in a playful pouting voice.
“Girls don’t need them, especially you two cunts,” said Monk.
“Calling us cunts will not get your asshole licked,” said Portia.
“Sorry, I just meant that you and Stacy have incredible feminine libidos every woman on the planet should envy. You’re both beautiful, super sexed uber femmes who unnatural chemicals might harm in the long run. And that would be an incredible loss to the planet’s sex life. Sure Les and I are having great cock action tonight but we might wake up tomorrow with our nuts crystallized and our stool runny.”
“That was a nice job of sucking up. You’re forgiven provided you lick my asshole first,” said Portia.
“With pleasure,” said Monk patting Portia’s rear. “Butt man Monk is always ready to orally service your backdoor.”
“What’s the Arena all about,” said Les as they approached the door with the illuminated sign reading simply ‘Arena’?
“Do not know but apparently everyone gathers there at the end of the evening to fuck and watch athletic competitions,” said Portia. “They have coffee and after dinner drinks and something called a Venetian dessert buffet that is supposed to be incredible.”
“These gender confused folks sure know how to party,” said Monk as they stepped through the door into the well lighted room.
“Wow, this is really something,” said Portia observing the crowd. There were upwards of fifty nude people eating, chatting, and in some cases fucking. A buffet of coffee, liqueurs, and elaborate desserts was set up on the far wall. A sports ring, currently occupied by two grappling muscular young males was the room’s focal point.
The only clothed person in the room, a tall blonde transsexual in garish make-up, was also in the ring refereeing the competition. Attired in black athletic shoes, fishnet hose, a ridiculously short black knit skirt, and a black and white striped jersey that vaguely resembled that of an NFL line judge, the ring referee was busily breaking the repeated clinches of two kick boxers.
When Stacy reached ringside, she noticed the referee’s uncut cockhead hung down below the skirt’s hem. Equally bizarre was the neckline of the modified that plunged below obviously augmented breasts proudly displayed in a bright red demi bra. Heavily rouged nipples and large areola lent an otherworldly look to the official.
“Did you ever see such a plethora of erections,” asked Portia noting that every cock in the room appeared full erect? “It’s amazing to see how far big pharma has brought society.”
“Or big tits with incredibly long nipples, some are a couple of inches long,” said Les.
“If the Romans had access to the products of the major pharmaceuticals their empire would still be intact,” said Stacy.
“Some of America’s most impressive efforts at reconstructive surgery are also on display. Be proud,” said Portia.
“You could poke your eye out if you’re not careful,” said Monk.
“Let’s try some of the desserts,” said Stacy. “Chocolate and kinky sex are symbiotic.”
“What’s the Arena all about, Simone,” asked Stacy when she found herself standing behind her in the buffet line?
“This is where we step out of the dark maze into the lights and fuck in public, at least most of us do,” said Simone pouring herself and Stacy a cup of coffee. “Watching what’s happening in the ring can be a real turn on.”
“How do you compete,” asked Stacy eyeing the sweat-covered bodies of the two well endowed males grappling nearby.
“Simple really, you go over to that desk and tell Bruce you are available and for what type of competition.
“What do you recommend,” asked Portia?
“I would suggest you and Portia partner up and offer to wrestle any challengers as a tag team,” said Simone. “Monk and Les can do the same.”
“I’m willing if you are,” said Portia. “I won more than my share of girl fights in school.”
Moments later, they had conferred with Bruce, a distinguished looking older gentleman who upon asking their age, height, weight, and ring experience had paired them against two post-ops. Monk and Les also agreed to participate against two pre-ops.
“I don’t know whether I’d prefer to win or lose. The loser gets fucked in the ring while everyone watches,” said Monk after they had signed up.
“Simone said post ops and girls have the option to use a strapon penis,” said Portia. “The lucky two of you are going to get fucked by the real enchilada.”
“Who said we’re going to lose,” said Les.
The foursome along with Simone and Alex found an unoccupied table ringside and settled in to watch the two incredibly handsome young men going at each other with ferocious energy.
“Looks like a grudge match,” said Portia.
“It is,” said Simone. “Wayne and Roger are both in love with Corrine. And now that she has gotten her pussy, they want to marry her.”
“Where’s Corrine,” asked Stacy?
“Over by the buffet, sucking Eduardo’s cock,” said Simone referring to an attractive brunette kneeling before a darkly handsome Latin male giving her all to the task at hand.
“She doesn’t seem particularly interested in what’s happening in the ring,” said Portia.
“She’s not. I was talking to her earlier. Now that she’s had her sex change operation, she intends to fuck around a few years before she settles down,” said Simone. “Corrine says what’s the point of paying over a hundred thousand dollars for a pussy and not enjoying it.”
“I see her point,” said Portia.
“What are the rules of the ring,” asked Monk?
“Three types of competition are allowed: boxing, kick boxing, and wrestling. Mostly it’s just wrestling. Rarely does anyone box and the kick boxing you are watching is mostly likely the only one you’ll see tonight,” said Alex.
“They’re trying to kick each other in the balls,” said Les watching the ring.
“Yes, this is more serious than usual. I bet a hundred on Wayne,” said Alex. “He and Roger have a very interesting side bet going.”
“What is it,” asked Portia watching the two trying to land a knock out blow?
“After the loser gets fucked by the winner, the loser gets placed in that swing over on the far wall,” said Alex pointing toward a contraption suspended from the ceiling.
“What happens then?” asked Monk?
“The winner packs his butthole with vegetable shortening and he gets fist fucked until the club closes,” said Alex. “Ever been fisted?”
“I have. It’s awesome,” said Portia recalling her charity weekend. “You can feel their fist slowly moving up into your intestines. They fisted my pussy also. I still think about it when I get myself off.”
“Portia is our point person on sexual perversions,” said Monk.
“I think it would be an awesome experience to stick your fist and then your forearm inside another person’s ass,” said Stacy.
“You’ll get your chance and from the look of things, damn soon,” said Simone looking to the ring where Wayne had managed to slam the top of his foot into Roger’s testicles. Caught off guard, Roger wrapped both hands around the injured family jewels opening up the rest of this body to Wayne’s attack. The sound of flesh impacting on flesh filled the room as Wayne delivered a powerful one two combination to the jaw that caused Roger’s eyes to roll back into his head as he collapsed to the floor.
“Looks like its over,” said Simone.
When Stacy looked across the room she saw Corrine was mounted on Eduardo’s cock facing him slowly raising and lowering herself not looking toward the stage. His hands were cupping her buttocks supporting her weight. Love is strange thought Stacy.
Wayne’s next move demonstrated a lack of sportsmanship. After the referee raised his arm indicating victory, he pushed the referee aside and took a position over his prostrate opponent.
“Yeah,” said Wayne with a wicked smile on his face. He raised his leg and stomped Roger’s balls into the mat. Roger screamed in agony flopping around on the ring floor like a landed game fish. When he quit moving, Wayne delivered a second heel smash to Roger’s already flattened gonads. Roger screams changed into a high-pitched shriek before he mercifully passed out.
Stacy noted the extreme violence encouraged the crowd to stroke their cocks more vigorously.
“Mass masturbation,” said Portia working her clit.
“Normally that would be frowned upon but under the circumstances, it is understandable. Those two have been pissed at each other for months. Hopefully, this will settle things once and for all,” said Alex his hand slowly moving up and down his well-lotioned member.
“I’m beginning to have second thoughts about getting in the ring,” said Monk eating a Napoleon with one hand while he jerked his cock with another.
“It’s expected your first visit to the club. It would be bad form to refuse. Besides, it won’t be that bad,” said Simone reaching down to stroke Monk’s cock. “No one will flatten your nuts. Wayne and Roger’s match is special.”
They watched as two muscular transsexuals lifted an odd looking fixture into the ring. Constructed of shiny metal tubing and a complicated V-shaped padded seat, it resembled a piece of uncomfortable modern furniture. Portia immediately noticed the two hydraulic cylinders along each side of the device.
The crowd watched intently as the muscle boys lifted a comatose Roger over the V-shaped seat positioning his butt at the top of the V. A cock ring attached to an elastic strap secured his penis to the bottom of the rack. Strapping immobilized his legs and arms.
“Does that thing have a name?” asked Portia?
“It’s called the Rack of Shame. Sir Charles designed and patented it. One way or another, you’ll get to try it before the night is over,” said Simone.
“He’s bent double, like a hairpin,” said Monk noting that once the attendants had firmly strapped Roger in place, his butthole was pointed toward the ceiling and the crown of his head toward the floor.
“What do the hydraulic cylinder’s do,” asked Portia?
“It works like an elliptical trainer at a gym. The hydraulics creates an effortless down stroke that permits you to bury your cock in an orifice as deep as it will go with minimal effort. Then the reverse tales you up and out, effortlessly. Since your own effort is minimized and you can just enjoy your cock, it’s an awesome fuck. Sir Charles is a genius,” said Simone.
“Alex and I occasionally slip down here and use it. It’s deep penetration without getting all hot and sweaty,” said Francis.
“They’re waking him up,” said Simone watching the referee hold a bottle of poppers to Roger’s nose. He jerked awake then looked around in despair, knowing full well what his worst enemy was about to do to him.
“It’s time for Roger to pay the penalty for losing,” announced the referee taking a grip on Roger’s balls and using them to swivel the Rack through a complete rotation. Roger pleaded with the referee to let go of his testicles but that only encouraged him to squeeze the recently smashed gonads harder causing Roger to wail in pain as he spun round.
“His nuts are big as a softball and the color of a Concord grape,” said Portia.
“They are going to be sore tomorrow,” said Stacy.
“The Rack turns slowly as you fuck so everyone gets to see,” said Francis.
“It’s fantastic for fucking someone in the ass,” said Simone. “You really get to pound away.”
“Or the pussy,” asked Portia?
“Yes, although this is mainly an ass fucking crowd,” said Simone.
“Is that what we’ll be in if we lose,” asked Monk?
“Yes, we have twin racks so you’ll both get fucked at the same time. It’s surprisingly comfortable and lightweight. Sir Charles specified titanium tubing and had it built in a local fabrication plant. It’s proven very popular and now all the clubs have them even the one in Paris and you know how NIH the French are,” said Alex.
“NIH,” asked Les.
“Not invented here,” said Alex.
“How does it work,” asked Les?
“Simple really, the loser’s wrists are bound to the front tube at floor level and his ankles to the opposite back tube. They take up the slack so the looser is stretched very tight making his butthole tight too. The asshole points toward the ceiling. An adjustable set of steps allows the winner to stand at the appropriate height to fuck almost down into the loser’s butthole. The hydraulic cylinders provide a smooth motion that raises and lowers the fucker and the fuckee simultaneously. Watch and you’ll see,” said Alex.
“Watch the monitors to get the top view,” said Les pointing to a large display screen driven by a ceiling camera.
The audience watched as Wayne stepped up on the Rack of Shame placing his feet in the pedals. Roger protested loudly when Wayne used his fingers to brutally pull his anus open. Once more smiling for the crowd and with a triumphant look on his face, Wayne allowed a large amount of spit to slowly leave his mouth and fall into Roger’s butthole. The referee graciously added his spit to Wayne’s.
“That’s one more way the winner can humiliate the loser,” said Simone. “I lost the last time I competed. There was spit dripping out of my butthole on the ride home.”
“Now I see the genius of Sir Charles design,” said Portia noting that Wayne was positioned over Roger’s back facing toward his feet.
As Wayne began to fuck Roger’s ass, he reached down to take hold of his swollen balls grasping one testicle in each hand. Roger screamed as Wayne tightened his grip while starting to thrust into Roger’s asshole.
Wayne shouted, “Ride them cowboy” as he leaned back stretching Roger’s sack a good six inches. Roger screamed repeatedly, begging him to stop. Stacy noted that Corrine’s face was buried in Eduardo’s butt crack as she pointedly ignored the entire proceedings.
“He’s holding on by his nuts,” said Monk having serious second thoughts about his participation
“No wonder the loser is screaming,” said Les.
“This is getting me so hot,” said Portia stroking her sex.
“Me too,” said Stacy busily rubbing her clit.
It didn’t take long for Wayne to fill Roger’s hole to overflowing.
“The jism production here is awesome,” said Portia watching the two attendants remove a limp Roger from the Rack and carry him to the sling. Roger was too far-gone to protest as they secured him in a position that maximized access to his sphincter. Wayne followed along carrying a pail of hydrogenated shortening acquired from the club’s kitchen.
“We’re up,” said Stacy listening to Bruce announce that two new members, Stacy and Portia would be engaging in a one fall tag team competition with Leslie and Sarabella.
“I’ll go first,” said Stacy.
Moments before Carrie had introduced the pairs then mumbled half dozen rules no one paid any attention.
“Maybe we should have considered that two operations ago, Leslie and Sarabella were guys not girls,” said Portia.
“They’re our size, roughly,” said Stacy.
“Oh well, losing just means getting fucked by a strapon and we do that all the time,” said Portia.
“Banish negative thoughts. We are not going to lose,” said Stacy as the bell rang.
As Stacy moved to the center of the ring, Leslie displaying cat like speed grabbed her arm by the wrist and twisted it forcing her off balance. Using the outstretched arm for leverage Leslie delivered a solid kick to Stacy’s midsection causing her diaphragm to empty her lungs in an instant. Stacy’s free hand automatically grasped her abdomen as Leslie’s other foot smacked down on the back of her neck.
A hand embedded itself in Stacy’s blonde curls creating a third pain center in her scalp as the out of breath and stunned female was swung back first into the corner where Sarabella waited with clinched fists. Sarabella’s hard fists jarred Stacy’s left kidney then her right before she grabbed hold of Stacy’s wrists.
Stacy had the feeling her shoulder sockets were being dislocated as Sarabella pulled her arms straight back placing her knee on the ring post for leverage. Facing the center of the ring, Stacy, dazed, watched as a smiling Leslie clamped both hands firmly around the base of her left breast.
“This is called a titty twist because it twists your titty,” said Leslie winding her body in one direction then pivoting in the other taking Stacy’s boob through an incredible rotation. The motion recalled the days when a quick turn of the propeller started aircraft engines.
Stacy screamed in agony as she felt what it was like to almost have your breast almost twisted off your body. The tissue at the base of her breast acted like a wrung out dishrag. In spite of the pain, she heard the audience applaud and shout encouragement to Leslie.
“Twist the fucking tit off,” shouted someone.
“Now for the other tit,” said Leslie taking a two handed grip on Stacy’s boob.
“God no,” cried Stacy to no avail.
Stacy could only watch as Leslie repeated her windup before coming almost full circle her hands slipping off the breast only when the circular movement forced it.
Stacy’s scream filled the room as Leslie took a firm double handed grip on the other breast
“I bet that hurt, beautiful,” said a smiling Leslie. “We’ll do them again but in the other direction.”
“She’s a good screamer,” said Sarabella as Leslie repeated her round house rotation of Stacy’s left breast but this time counterclockwise.
The crowd was apparently getting into the action. Stacy heard the audience chanting, “Twisted titty.”
The pain was so great Stacy lost all feeling in both breasts after Leslie finished both breasts. She struggled to free herself from Sarabella’s hold but the knee against the ring post held her tight and she was helpless to stop Leslie from kneeing her repeatedly in the groin.
“Let’s work on these some more,” said Leslie taking Stacy’s nipple in her thumb and forefinger smashing it flat and pulling it out to the point that Stacy thought it was going to rip off. Stacy watched in terror as Leslie other hand came around and overhead to slap her hand free. That proved to be a crowd pleaser evoking loud applause and calls for its repetition.
Stacy could only whimper in pain after she screamed. The injured nipple was at least a half inch normal than usual and beet red.
“You’re having all the fun, Leslie. I want her,” said Sarabella after Leslie had repeated her technique for making Stacy wish her breasts were nipple less.
Stacy watched the referee prevent Portia from coming to her aid. Stacy wondered why he was ignoring the fact she was being held by Sarabella while Leslie demonstrated her in depth knowledge of breast torture.
“She’s all yours,” said Leslie landing a solid punch to Stacy’s abdomen followed by a knee that flattened her clit leaving her helplessly doubled over in agony.
Stacy’s attempt to escape was halted by the simple expedient of grabbing her by the hair and jerking her back into the enemy’s corner.
“Hold the ring ropes,” said Sarabella to her partner. Leslie tugged the top rope down and the bottom up while Sarabella positioned her breasts between them. Stacy looked down in horror when she realized her boobs were tightly caught between them.
Sarabella dropped her hold on Stacy’s hair to run quickly to the other side of the ring and ricochet off the ropes before flying back to land against the ropes holding Stacy’s breasts.
Stacy’s body slingshot half way across the ring but not before the two ropes had snapped together across the front of her breasts like two giant rubber bands. As the crowd screamed their approval, Stacy did her own interpretation of a trout attempting to escape the hook. Screaming and rolling in agony, she clutched her burning tits.
With the crowd’s encouragement, Sarabella once again hauled Stacy to her feet using her hair. Taking a running start, she ran her head first into the ring post almost knocking her out. Stacy sat down on the floor completely stunned her hands cradling her still screaming knockers.
It was at this point, Leslie and Sarabella made the mistake of allowing Stacy a slight respite. Instead of continuing their attack, they choose to raise their arms and play to the audience. Both strutted around the ring bowing to the crowd.
When Sarabella returned to the seated Stacy she attempted to raise her by hooking two fingers in her nostrils. Stacy delivered a powerful and unexpected blow to her midsection. Stacy rolled away avoiding Leslie grasp to stagger to Portia’s corner where they touched hands.
“Why are you coming out? You were doing so well,” said Portia stepping into the ring.
“I didn’t want to hog all the fun,” said Stacy examining her bright red breasts.
Stacy watched as Leslie and Portia circled each other, trading blows. Portia, a veteran of dozens of vicious catfights required by the core curriculum of Trenton’s secondary education was holding her own when she made the mistake of turning her back on Sarabella. The post op snuck into the ring and slammed her forearm into the back of Portia’s neck.
Once again, the referee ignored the presence of both Portia’s opponents in the ring. Stacy watched as the two landed half dozen blows on a stunned Portia before dragging her to their corner for further mayhem.
As Stacy argued with the referee, Leslie and Sarabella hung Portia upside down over the ropes. With the top rope in her knee pits, her ankles wedged under the middle rope and the bottom across her throat, Portia was completely at their mercy.
To the audience’s loud approval, Leslie began to spank Portia’s bottom as Sarabella concentrated on her clit. Leslie’s spanking was no series of light taps either but a full arm swing with a wide palm that made a sound easily heard over the crowd noise. Portia punctuated the sound of each blow with a loud scream. Not to be outdone, Sarabella dug her fingernails into the base of Portia’s clit crushing the sensitive nerve ganglia. Her fist had forced its way into Portia’s vagina.
Enough decided Stacy watching them torture a helpless Portia.
“Back to your corner,” said the referee stepping in front of Stacy.
“Fuck you,” said Stacy attempting to step past his outstretched arm.
“You haven’t been tagged so you have to stay in your corner,” said the referee pointing a finger at Stacy. “I’ll have to disqualify you.”
Stacy hesitated for a second then quickly reached under the referee’s skirt to grab his cock as she brought him across her shoulders and lifted him off the floor. Several quick spins brought her to the ropes where she sailed the referee out of the ring onto a table in the third row.
With no referee to stop her, she rushed to Leslie who turned around just in time to see Stacy’s forearm impact her jaw. As Leslie slumped to the floor, Stacy reached over the ropes to Sarabella’s hair and pull her into the ring. Stacy’s forearm proved a formidable weapon when she used it to knock Sarabella to the matt.
Stacy released an enraged Portia who grabbed Sarabella’s ankles and drug her to the ring post. Portia pulled Sarabella to where she had one leg on each side of the post. Portia rolled under the ropes and out of the ring. She placed a foot against the post for leverage then took hold of Sarabella’s ankles. Portia pulled hard, slamming Sarabella’s pussy against the ring post. Sarabella’s loud screams convinced her to continue the activity each time making the solid post shake as the post ops fabricated sexual organ hammered against the post.
Stacy had managed to intertwine Leslie’s arms in the ring ropes rendering her helpless. She performed her own version of nipple torture bringing Leslie’s buds to a painful red in short order. Stacy delivered a powerful kick to Leslie’s sex that proved the pre-op could scream like a girl. Releasing her from the ropes, Stacy body slammed a helpless Leslie to the ground who lay there unmoving.
“You lose by disqualification,” said the referee who had managed to re-enter the ring.
“You better rethink that decision,” said Stacy looking menacingly in his direction.
The referee took one look at Stacy’s face and changed his mind.
“Portia and Stacy are the winners,” said the referee in a loud voice as he raised their arms in victory.
Almost immediately, two Racks of Shame were lifted into the ring. The attendants hand Stacy and Portia two extra large oddly shaped strapon dildos.
“Looks sort of real,” said Portia as she fitted her end of the dildo into her vagina then began to buckle the harness around her waist and thighs.
“They are the especially treated penises of a real Brahma bull,” said the attendant as he lifted Leslie over the padded seat.
“They look huge,” said Stacy tightening the straps to secure it to her body, making sure her G-spot was in contact with the eight inches embedded in her pussy.
“A Brahma bull weighs over three thousand pounds,” said the referee. We normally don’t use these but Sir Charles called down to authorize them.
“How long is it,” asked Portia trying to estimate the length?
“We’ve standardized on fourteen inches,” said the referee. “It’s also much thicker than what anyone is used to.”
“You’re sure these will fit,” asked Stacy as she stepped up onto the rack to find herself looking straight down at Leslie’s wrinkled anus.
“You’ll make them fit,” said the referee with a mischievous look in his eye.
Portia and Stacy watched as the attendants used poppers to bring the losers to a state of alertness.
Stacy leaned over and spit on Leslie sphincter then worked it open with her fingers. Portia was mounted on Sarabella positioning the cockhead at her backdoor.
“Get just the head in,” said Stacy working the tip past the opening. Leslie was adding to the eroticism of the moment by pleading with Stacy to take it slowly.
“Got it,” said Portia observing how Sarabella’s anus was stretched to a translucent state. “Amazing how far you can stretch an anal ring.”
“On three we go together,” said Stacy who counted before thrusting downward to sink all fourteen inches in Leslie’s bowels. Portia successfully coordinated her thrust causing Leslie and Sarabella to scream in unison and beg for removal of the enormous object from deep in their large intestine.
“Sir Charles is a genius. This Rack is terrific,” said Stacy establishing a steady rhythm as the hydraulic cylinder brought her smoothly around for another downward thrust. Not wanting to be a complete barbarian, Stacy rubbed Leslie’s clit as she repeatedly plunged the enormous animal member into her bowels.
“I’d love to be fucked in one sometime,” said Portia.
Portia and Stacy swapped midway through the ten minutes allocated for the victory fuck.
After shaking hands with Leslie and Sarabella and accepting a future invitation for lunch, Stacy and Portia returned to their table. On the way, Stacy grabbed two ice buckets.
“Man, I thought they had you two,” said Monk.
“Yeah, they were really opening a can of whip ass but you turned it around,” said Les.
“Cost me a thousand,” said Alex.
“You should know better than to bet against Sir Charles,” said Simone.
“Sir Charles was watching,” asked Stacy as she lowered first one boob then the other into an ice bucket?
“Yes, from upstairs, on closed circuit. He called to bet me a thousand you and Portia would win. That was while Stacy was imitating a mackerel flopping around on the mat hugging her knockers. I told him he was nuts but I took the bet. Leslie and Sarabella haven’t lost in a long time,” said Alex.
“He knew Stacy was far from finished. How are the tits?” said Simone.
“Aching like hell but I’ll live. This should keep the swelling down,” said Stacy pressing her boobs further down into the icy water.
“Well, we’re up,” said Les listening to Bruce announce them.
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“I consider it erotic. Do you consider it erotic?” asked Portia moving her arm back and forth inside Roger’s intestines. It was a half hour since Monk and Les entered the ring. Their opponents had soundly beaten them but with a minimum of pain. At the moment, they were both in the Rack of Shame being energetically fucked by the winners.
“Yes, definitely, let’s see if we can get both our hands in at the same time,” said Stacy picking up the can of shortening.
“Roger won’t mind, will you Roger,” asked Portia pulling her shortening covered arm out of Roger’s asshole.
“I don’t give a fuck. I’ve lost Corrine to that bastard Wayne,” said Roger sobbing.
“Don’t worry. You’ll find another post op to love,” said Stacy shoving another stick of shortening in Roger’s anus.
“Corrine was special. Now she’s Wayne’s,” said Roger breaking down completely.
“Hey, you’re a handsome guy. I’m sure there’s thousands of transsexuals out there who’d love to have someone like you,” said Stacy slipping her hand past Roger’s well stretched anal ring.
“If I were a shemale or a post op, I’d definitely be interested in you,” said Portia adding her hand to Stacy. Stacy closed her slightly larger hand over Portia’s then kissed her.
“It’s definitely romantic,” said Stacy slowly pushing forward as Roger groaned in response. “Just think we are holding hands inside someone’s butt.”
“Roger, can you feel us,” asked Portia.
“You’re both in me,” asked Roger?
“Yes, we’ve both got an arm inside your butt,” said Stacy.
“Awesome,” said Roger.
“How far should we go,” asked Portia?
“To my elbow,” said Stacy moving her arm slowly forward.
“I’m starting to cramp,” said Roger.
“Take deep breaths and try to relax,” said Stacy.
“Try to relax is inherently contradictory,” said Portia.
“Just relax, Roger,” said Stacy.
“I’ll try,” said Roger.
“We’re in,” said Stacy noting that her elbow was now poised at Roger’s anus.
“What next,” asked Portia?
“Let’s begin a slow circular motion,” said Stacy.
“That feels weird, very weird,” said Roger.
“How much longer you girls going to be,” asked one of the shemales waiting in line.
“I think we’re done,” said Portia as they slowly pulled their arms out of Roger’s asshole.
“Wow, you may have to wear a diaper for a week,” said Portia eying Roger’s wide-open hole that wasn’t near closing.
“Shit, that happened the last time,” said Roger.
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