D's Girlfriends 4Ever Fanfiction: Part 2
Written by D.

	Acknowledgements:
	The following is a long-running series of Girlfriends 4Ever fan fiction that started with a contest run by G4E's creator miro. Sayako and Tara are the creations of miro. All other events are the creation of D. If you like Girlfriends 4Ever, you should visit www.affect3d.com to support him and other 3D erotica artists.
	Thanks to my favorite 3D artists for being an inspiration: Rikolo, aspect 3dx, the dude, Jessica Anner's Den of Delights, Big Johnson's Gallery Of Erotica, Nothingmore, Lord Kvento, DB Spencer, Clare and Stuckinapool. Thanks to the no less respectable 2D artists: incase, 34-san and dmitrys, and the numerous hentai artists too numerous to list.
	Additional thanks to Andi Guinness for trying to write some different G4E fanfiction with me, and for helping me expand my comfort zone.


Chapter 18: Just for the Taste of It

	An innocent conversation had somehow turned into a most ridiculous wager. Sitting in front of Tara were five disposable Solo cups, resting on a serving tray that probably only saw the outside of a cupboard on Thanksgiving. Each plastic cup contained a sample of one of their five ejaculations. Each cup had a yellow sticky note underneath that covered the identity of the contributor, but the cups themselves were labeled with a letter.
	Tara passed out cups to the others and took the last one for herself. Nobody knew which cup contained the ejaculate of which woman. This was a double-blind trial, and the scientifically minded Anna insisted this experiment be conducted in this way.
	At the same time, they all took a generous sip from their cups, though not as generous as they would like. The cups still had to have enough to give a taste to four other women. There was plenty more where that came from, but their differences in size mean they'd know who was who if they tried to get it straight from the source, even if they closed their eyes.
	Tara rolled the ejaculate around her mouth, rubbing it around her teeth and palate. She swirled the thick mass around, mixing it with her saliva. She didn't exactly "chew" it, but it probably looked like she was.
	What did it taste like? She'd never been forced to consider it in this much detail. It tasted great, obviously. It was the perfect fusion of sweet with a bit of salty, like a chocolate covered pretzel. It had the texture something like a silken tofu. And yet, it tastes a bit the way a flower smelled. It had everything the body needs.
	Tara felt like a wine snob. She swallowed the mouthful and took a small breath, thinking of the tiny flavors that might make their emissions distinct. Whose come WAS this? It probably wasn't Sayako's. She assumed she'd recognize it immediately. It probably wasn't her own. She thought she'd tasted it enough times to know it at first taste. But the others...
	Tara thought deeply. She had to ignore the major flavors of the come to magnify the lesser flavors. It was... maybe a bit richer, fattier, like a white gravy, maybe with a hint of copper. Now that she noticed that, it was all she could taste. It wasn't as pronounced as putting a penny in your mouth, but it like a slight un-sanded edge on the flavor. 
	Anna's. It was probably hers, though she wasn't sure. "Mature" could describe the taste, complex and less obviously sweet. Tara checked which cup she had (Cup C) and wrote Anna's name next to C on her piece of paper.
	Everyone else wrote down their guesses and passed the cups counterclockwise, so Sabrina got Tara's cup, Anna got Sabrina's, and so on. Tara's cup was now Cup A, previously held and sipped by Sayako. Before Sayako sipped her cup, she took a spoonful from a single scoop of mild melon sherbert to cleanse her palette. Anna took only water, Sabrina a sip of Sprite. Gabriella chose nothing, as did Tara. She didn't need anything like that (though that sherbert looked good...)
	Tara brought Cup A to her mouth, avoiding the spot on the rim with Sayako's lip gloss on it so it wouldn't clash with her own. Before she could sip it, she saw Sabrina gasp gently as she drank. Tara watched as Sabrina tried to shift to avoid showing her cock grow hard and pull itself out of her pajama pants leg. She covered it with her T-shirt and pretended nothing happened.
	Cup C was definitely Anna's. Tara's guess was correct. She was happy about that, but she tried to hold back her satisfied smirk.
	Tara took a more generous sip of Cup A, and almost regretted it. This come was bright and flavorful, but almost cloyingly sweet. It was like a mouth full of Halloween candy, or maybe eating a spoonful of instant iced tea. The obvious sweetness almost made Tara flinch, but there was a strange acidic edge to it that reminded Tara of an energy drink. If she let it sit in her mouth any longer, she almost expected it to effervesce against her tongue like a diet soda.
	Tara wrote "Sabrina" next to A. The others wrote their choices and passed their cups to their right. Tara was holding Cup D. She brought it to her nose and took a gentle sniff.
	Sayako. There was no mistaking it. Exclusively from the smell, she was certain of it. It smelled like a million sweet flowers, like Venus' bath water, like fresh baked cookies, like sugar, spice and everything nice. It smelled the way it felt to lay on the cool dew-coated grass and feel the breeze on your shoulders and bare legs. It smelled the way a back rub felt after a long day.
	It smelled just like love felt.
	Tara could have set her cup down right then and wrote down Sayako's name, but that would deprive her of an opportunity to taste Sayako's come. She could not turn that down, not even once. She sipped it, leaving enough for the others who might not know Sayako as well as she did. To taste Sayako's come was to imbibe life itself; it was a modern-day ambrosia.
	Everyone wrote down their guess (though Tara hardly considered this one a guess). The cups were passed around sequentially. Now, Tara held Cup B. They all took a swig.
	For the first time in this experiment, Tara was lost. It could only be two choices... unless one of her earlier calls was incorrect. She swirled the morsel around her mouth carefully. This was good, but... not exactly familiar. Her own come didn't taste like this... did it? Despite her earlier confidence, it had been a while since she'd jacked off into her own mouth; there were so many other eager mouths to fill with hot come.
	Come to think of it, how often had Tara sucked Gabriella's dick? She took a second to think of when she had. She must have at some point. Wait, yes, she remembered. A few days ago, Tara asked Gabriella if she could suck her dick, and because of the ambiguous grammar Tara had employed, they both got to suck each other's dicks. That was exactly how it happened.
	But what did it taste like? Gabriella could come with such force, Tara would have to swallow as quickly as she could or risk drowning. She thought hard. This particular batch was mellow, but still sweet. It was mature, but not bitter. It reminded her of a dirty mojito she once had sent to her in a bar by some ill-advised suitor who apparently had a hobby of sending drinks to women way out of his league.
	She stopped herself from taking a second sip. There was enough left for Sabrina to make a guess, but she hadn't seen anyone else take a second guess, and like hell she would be the first. Why did this remind her of that mojito, a concoction she'd never had the mind to order for herself? Mojitos weren't really her style. The come wasn't minty, or limey... was it the rum? No, she had spiced rum once in her life, and would never make that mistake again. What was that taste?
	Brown sugar. That's the familiar taste. This was Gabriella's. Tara wrote her guess down.
	Cups finished their orbit around the room. Tara was left with Cup E, which she was almost certain was her own. She looked into the cup and saw it was still two-thirds full. A twinge of resentment flared within her. Four women couldn't drink more than half a cup of her come? Or did her come have such a distinctive flavor that they all knew it was hers with the barest taste? Was this good or bad? Skunky beers and marijuana were also distinctive, but not appreciated by everyone.
	Tara took a sip. As the flavor reached her brain, Tara gasped gently as her cock finally woke up and started rising, pushing up her skirt.
	Everyone stared at her. Sabrina chuckled, still erect from earlier. "You must have liked that one." She said, failing to see the irony in her comment.
	Tara scoffed, pulling her skirt out of the way and letting her cock stand free. "Whatever." Tara drank the rest of her cup, seeing as nobody else would need it anymore. Her heart started to thump, and her cock grew hard as a rock.
	An unpleasant thought crossed Tara's mind after she finished her drink. Sabrina got hard from drinking her lover's come, but she only did when drinking her own. Not even Sayako's magical, perfect original formula made her hard just by its taste. Was it because she knew it was hers, and eating your own come is still sort of naughty and deviant, even in this wanton household? Or did she love her own come more than Sayako's?
	"Am I a narcissist?" Tara wondered, contemplating the empty cup. She'd been called that more than once, mostly by those envious of her beauty and charm (and surely, if they'd gotten to know her, her intelligence, sense of humor, generosity, kindness and of course, modesty). A modern woman might have to be a bit narcissistic to look her best all the time. Maybe it wasn't a bad thing, so long as you treat your friends and others well.
	Tara signed her name next to the letter E. The quiz complete, each woman peeled the post-it note off the bottom of the cup to reveal the hidden name. Cup A, currently in Gabriella's hand, was Sabrina's. Tara wrote a check mark next to that guess. Cup B was Gabriella's, Cup C was Anna's, Cup D was Sayako's, and Cup E was indeed Tara's.
	Tara pumped her fist into the air with a cheer. Even after her schooling had ended, she always loved getting a perfect score on a quiz.
	"I guess I couldn't tell Anna's apart from Gabriella's." Sayako sighed. "Those were the only two I got wrong."
	"Did we all get ourselves right, at least?" Anna asked. "I knew my own, Sayako's and Sabrina's."
	Both Gabriella and Sabrina replied, "I didn't." Gabriella continued. "I got everyone wrong except Sayako. But when I tasted it, I was like, whoa, this is probably hers."
	"I guess the quiz wasn't really fair to you, since you haven't been around as long as the rest of us." Sabrina added. "I guessed Anna and Sayako right."
	"How did you not know yours?" Tara asked, gesturing with the empty Cup E. "Yours practically tastes like pop rocks."
	Anna looked at Sabrina's answers. "You knew mine. You know me well." She leaned over and kissed Sabrina on the lips. Sabrina's cheeks lit up and she tittered. Anna looked at Sabrina's answer sheet again. "You spell it 'c-u-m'? That's so gross."
	"I thought that's how that was spelled." Said Sabrina.
	"I haven't thought about how it's spelled, actually." Tara said. "I'm never reading the word, I'm just talking about it. Maybe it is spelled with a U, but that spelling makes it feel gross."
	"I thought it was spelled like the verb, too." Gabriella stepped in. "But English isn't my first language. And before this, I never gave much thought to what the white stuff was called."
	"Yeah, if you have an orgasm, do you say you're 'cumming?' Like, c-u-m-m-i-n-g?" Anna asked Sabrina.
	"No, that's stupid." Sabrina answered. "But I just thought cum was what the stuff was called."
	"Well, it's called 'semen,' to be accurate." Anna said.
	The others groaned gently. "I'd rather call it cum, even if it's spelled stupidly. Semen isn't a fun word. Just saying the word semen makes you frown just by saying it."
	Sayako took the floor. "As illuminating as this was, did we really just spend an hour setting this up so we could masturbate into plastic cups... instead of just having sex?"
	A moment later, everyone fucked everyone else everywhere repeatedly.


Chapter 19: Toys

	Tara walked upstairs, looking for Sabrina. They had to leave soon if they were going to make the movie. She opened her bedroom without knocking, as she was used to doing. She could faintly hear the television on through the door; if nothing else, she could turn it off. Sabrina was in the room, standing and wearing nothing below the waist. She held a wooden box in front of her groin, roughly a foot long and half as wide.
	Tara tipped her head to the side. “What are you doing?” She smiled.
	Sabrina looked embarrassed. “I wanted this to be a surprise…” She supported the box with both hands.
	“Is your cock inside that?” Tara pointed.
	“I’m making a plaster mold.” Sabrina said. “We were making molds in class, so I got an idea. I’m going to make a dildo… the same size as my penis.”
	Tara looked at the TV. It appeared to be some kind of pornography. Had she actually procured a DVD of porn for this? From whence, Tara wondered. She was older than her and she'd never encountered any porn that wasn't on the computer. “Are you making sure you don’t go soft while the plaster sets?”
	“Yeah. It takes fifteen minutes to set. I’ve got five minutes left. I thought I’d have time before the movie.”
	Tara walked to the TV and clicked it off. “Well, now that it’s not a surprise, let me help you stay hard.”
	“Please don’t try to make me come right now.” Sabrina moved back a bit. “I don’t want to come in the plaster.”
	“I’ll be good.” Tara said, sliding up beside her and kissing her a few times on the neck before dropping to her knees and gently probing her tongue into Sabrina’s ass. Sabrina shuddered. She endured this awful teasing for a few minutes, staying hard the entire time. Sabrina finally walked away from Tara’s curious tongue. “OK, now I need to go soft so I can get out of the plaster.”
	Sabrina closed her eyes, still holding the box before her. She could hear some sort of rustling and suggestive moaning. “Tara, if you’re trying to do something sexy, I’m not looking at you. I really just need to get out of the plaster.”
	Sabrina heard Tara pout gently as she cleared her mind of impure thoughts. Her cock slowly softened and slipped out of the plaster. She set the mold upright on the dresser and turned around to see Tara jumping at her crotch to suck her cock. Tara took part of Sabrina’s cock into her mouth, and then did something she’d never done before: spit it right back out. Tara retched and wiped her tongue with her hand.
	“I coated it in petroleum jelly so it would come out of the mold.” Sabrina picked up a T-shirt from the side of the bed and wiped her cock off before tucking it back in a cute pair of blue silk panties and then into jeans. Tara watched her hastily mix two liquid components from identical bottles into a Solo cup. She added a few squirts of dyes as she stirred, pouring the mixed material into the mold. She rested a small object into the rubber suspended at the top of the mold with a Popsicle stick.
	“What’s that for?” Tara asked.
	“I thought it might be cool to put a suction cup or something on the end of it.” Sabrina lifted the mold and gently tapped it against the bureau to bring air bubbles to the surface so they wouldn’t set in the final product.
	“Did you make it match your skin tone on purpose?”
	“Of course.”
	Tara took Sabrina’s hand gently and brought it to rest on her groin, stiffening within her jeans. She whispered, “I want one.”
	“Later.” Sabrina whispered back. “After the movie.”
	---
	Tara had a hell of a time paying attention to the movie, but after two hours that felt like forever, they were home. The latex rubber would be set by now. Tara patiently waited as Sabrina purposefully shattered the mold, freeing the silicone replica of her cock. It was a very close facsimile, though it would never be mistaken for the real thing. She dusted the crevices of the replica with her fingers and a toothbrush to free plaster particles from the dildo.
	The very second Sabrina let go of the dildo, Tara snatched it up. It was a heavy little chunk of rubber, sturdy and firm, but not as hard as the average she-cock.
	“I think we need to see how it stacks up against the real thing.” Tara’s hand went for Sabrina’s zipper. Suddenly, eight hands were pawing at her legs. Sabrina slipped away from the crowd and agreed to drop her pants. She scooped her cock out from her panties and wagged it a bit, letting it grow turgid.
	Tara placed the replica parallel to Sabrina’s erection. They were almost exactly the same size. “Looks good to me.” Tara said, standing and wagging the replica at Sabrina’s face. “See, you’re so self-conscious about having the smallest cock of us, but… from this angle, it looks pretty good, huh?”
	“But I’ve seen all your cocks from this angle, too.” Sabrina sighed. “I’m only two-thirds as long as Sayako…”
	“OK, we’re not doing our job, apparently.” Tara walked to the bed, still holding the replica. “I’m going to take this dildo and show you just how much I love your cock. And if you ladies love Sabrina’s cock like I know you do, show her how much you love it.”
	Tara slid the dildo into her mouth in a single motion, holding the end with one hand. The cold sensation and rubbery taste were nowhere near as nice as the genuine article, but Tara would not allow herself to look like she wasn’t enjoying this after making such a fuss.
	Gabriella, Anna and Sayako all made their way to their knees. Each took turns taking a long solitary suck on Sabrina’s cock, bringing their lips all the way to her hips before slowly pulling it out. Gabriella removed her shirt to nuzzle the cock between her tits as it left her mouth, sucking on the tip like a lollipop before releasing it with a loud pop. But nobody loved Sabrina’s cock as much as Anna. She went up and down three times before being coaxed away from it by the others.
	Tara realized she was the only one not having fun, so she tore off her pants and flipped over, toying the tip of the dildo against her ass.
	Sabrina cried out, “Don’t do that!”
	Tara looked at Sabrina sideways. “Why not? You’ve fucked my ass before.”
	“That dildo doesn’t have a flange on the end.” Sabrina warned. “That means if you use it anally and you go too far… it could get lodged up there. And you’ll have to go to the doctor to get it out.”
	“We have a doctor right here.” Tara said.
	“I’m not a proctologist!” Anna shouted.
	“But you’re familiar with latex gloves. Couldn’t you… get it?”
	“What, my whole hand? Ew.” Anna protested.
	“This is actually related to something I don’t understand.” Sayako said, having already removed her pants out of necessity. She closed her hand into a fist and held it on top of her massive cock. Her fist was only slightly wider than her cock. “Sabrina, if I may…” Sayako got behind Sabrina and put one finger in Sabrina’s ass. She gasped, cooed a bit, and started blushing. She put a second finger next to the first, and Sabrina’s expression changed to slight discomfort. Sayako pushed in further, and Sabrina cried out. She hissed with pain, and Sayako removed her fingers. She pointed to the first joint of the first finger on that hand. It represented about half of the length of Sayako’s finger.
	“That’s how far I got. That’s not even two inches.” Sayako said. “It wasn’t my nails, was it?”
	“No, it was just too much.”
	“And yet, if it was your cock up her ass, you could get fifteen inches long and four inches thick up there.” Anna said. “My point is… if I could get my whole hand IN someone’s ass, it wouldn’t be an ass I’d want to get near.”
	“Yeah, that thing would probably echo every time they fart.” Tara said. The others burst into groans.
	“Sweetie, don’t be gross.” Sayako said.
	“What? Anna’s the one talking about fisting! That’s gross.” Tara set the dildo down momentarily and held her hand in a fist. “You know what this is? This is hate right here. This is violence.” She opened her hand into the peace sign. “This, I think we can all agree, is much better.” She closed the two extended fingers together like a pair of scissors, licked the tips and rubbed the top of her labia where her clitoral hood might still lurk, if it was not a permanent part of her penis.
	“It is strange that we’re not… wearing each other out.” Anna said. “I really thought after how many times Sayako comes after me that that monstrosity, I’d get used to it. But I swear, it feels the same every time.”
	“This is what cocks are meant for! Why would they make cocks that would hurt a pussy?” Tara said.
	A brief silence. “Who’s they?” Gabriella finally spoke up.
	No answer came, as Tara had rolled onto her back and slid the dildo into her pussy. She bit her lip. No, it wasn’t hot, but it was in her control. There was something about regular old vaginal masturbation that she’d almost forgotten about. It was easier to masturbate with the cock, but easier wasn’t always better. Tara had her share of masturbatory aids of different shapes and operation. But even without a vibrating element, she felt herself shuddering with pleasure as she forced this dildo in and out of her.
	Sabrina watched as Tara pounded her pussy with the replica, leaning back on her shoulders and pointing her pussy in the air. She got closer, and Tara made eye contact. “See how much I love your cock?” Tara puffed as she kept masturbating. “I’m going to do this every day. I’m going to take this dildo out of my underwear drawer, kiss it and then fuck myself with it until I come and I’m going to think about you and how much I love you.”
	Sabrina was taken aback. “Y-you love me?”
	Whoops. She was trying to say “love your cock.” Still, it fit. She did love her. She loved them all, Sayako most of all. These goddesses that stood before her, they were all so beautiful. Her life was full of such incredible pleasures.
	“Of course I do.” She confessed.
	“I… I…” Sabrina’s cheeks were red as her hand went to her cock, almost involuntarily, and she started beating her cock, pointing the tip at Tara.
	“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” Tara pinched her eyes closed and groaned. “All of you, please come all over me. Bathe me in your come.”
	Tara’s face and tits were slapped with hot sticky come a few seconds later. Tara moaned ecstatically, tossing herself against the sheets as she finally reached orgasm, spraying her own jizz all over her upper body. She finally released the dildo, letting her legs go limp and her ass rest against the moist bedsheet. Tara caught her breath and wiped the come away from her eyes. She saw a single strand of come from the tip of Sayako’s cock, but everyone else was still masturbating.
	“That was all you, Sayako?” Tara asked. “I thought it was everybody.”
	“You contributed.” Sayako answered. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you spray like that.”
	“Normally, it’s going somewhere, like in your ass.” Tara sat up. “You ladies can stop for now. I’m quite soaked. Let’s put that to better use.” Gabriella and Anna slowly released their grips on their cocks, but Sabrina kept pounding hers. “Sabrina, you can stop.” She didn’t. Tara’s come-covered eyebrow rose. “Or can you?”
	Sabrina’s cheeks were red as she felt all the eyes stare at her shamelessly masturbating with everyone looking. Even the shade on the window was open. She couldn’t see any other houses from there, mostly just roof and sky, but it was still was the outdoors.
	Tara stood from the bed, grabbed Sabrina almost off her feet and embraced her come-soaked body against Sabrina, kissing her. She released her, leaving several strands of come hanging between them like clotheslines on neighboring high-rise apartment buildings. Tara quickly took both Sabrina’s wrists and put them behind her back, where Gabriella locked them behind her with a pair of novelty handcuffs trimmed with pink fur.
	“Hey!” Sabrina struggled for a moment.
	Relax.” Tara assured her. “Those are toy handcuffs. They have that emergency release latch on the side. If they make you uncomfortable, just take them off.”
	Sabrina took a breath. She was all right with this. She saw Anna still standing there with her unused erection. Sabrina’s knees hit the carpet and Anna’s cock disappeared into Sabrina’s mouth.
	Anna gasped, scratching Sabrina’s scalp gently with her nails. “Y-you really love my cock, don’t you?”
	“Mm-hmm.” Sabrina moaned loud enough to be audible. She went up and down the cock a few more times, but released it before Anna could come. “Lie down.” Anna stretched out on the carpet, and Sabrina stood above her and pressed her right foot gently against Anna’s cock. Her hands still restrained, she rubbed her foot gingerly along the moistened cock, trying to fit it between her big toe and the first little one, but her cock was too wide. She turned to the side and ran the ball of her foot along it.
	Anna spread her legs apart like a starfish. Sabrina took the opportunity to tease Anna’s pussy with the big toe on her other foot, dragging it up and down before pressing it in.
	Anna thrashed on the floor, pushing her feet out. “Oh, God, someone please kiss my feet!” She begged, too horny to be embarrassed. Gabriella and Sayako took to the floor and gently kissed and licked both her feet. Sabrina rubbed Anna’s cock with the arch of her foot. Overwhelmed, Anna came all over her own stomach and breasts.
	Sayako and Gabriella released her feet, and Sabrina pressed her right foot into the puddle of come left on Anna’s torso. She brought the come-painted foot over Anna’s face, who eagerly licked it clean.
	“I’m back.” Tara had stepped out for a moment without anyone noticing. She was wearing a strap-on harness, her cock hanging where the appropriate dildo might go.
	“Did you just have that hanging around?” Sayako asked. “Why would you need that?”
	“I’m not sure why I had this thing, but I’m glad I do now. It was probably a gag gift from someone.” She opened the belt in the front and attached the silicon replica of Sabrina’s cock into it. Tara’s real cock was above it, and she ran her hands under both, wagging the two cocks a bit. She took Sabrina by the elbow, her hands still restricted, and brought her to the bed.
	“This is how good it feels to be fucked by you. After this, I hope you never feel inadequate again.” Tara pushed the dildo into Sabrina’s pussy, her real cock above it, resting against Sabrina’s cock. “See, doesn’t that feel good?’
	It did feel good. It wasn’t the muscle-tightening feeling of Sayako’s cock, where you were almost afraid she was going to crack you open like a clam. But it was good. In fact, it was perfect.
	Sabrina didn’t say much, but her bit lip and body language demonstrated clearly she was having fun. Tara kept pumping her. “I pictured this as orgasm denial, but… my cock keeps rubbing yours. I wonder...” Tara bent forward and licked the tip of both their cocks, unable to get both in her mouth at once. She held both cocks together between her hands as she continued to pound Sabrina’s pussy with the dildo until Sabrina came first, ejaculating all over herself. When she was just on the edge, Tara pulled out and brought her cock to Sabrina’s face. Sabrina accepted the tip into her mouth and Tara let loose a huge blast of ejaculate that quickly filled her cheeks to overflowing, spilling come out her puckered lips onto her tits.
	“You just love coming on yourself, don’t you, cutie?” Anna said. Sabrina turned to face her, her cheeks still full. She got up and delivered her mouthful of ejaculate to Anna, spitting it into Anna’s mouth.
	“Hey, that was for you.” Tara joked. She saw Gabriella sitting there, her amazing cock hard and ready, nestled between her equally amazing breasts. “Gabriella, you haven’t come yet today. Would you like a ride?”
	With a smile, Gabriella said, “To be honest, I can wait. I just want a dildo of my own cock.”
	Every eye in the room fell on Sabrina. “Well… I’ve got the plaster, but I need more scrap wood, more of the rubber mix...”
	“OK, then we have time.” Tara said. “Gabriella, you’re up.” Gabriella hesitated.
	Sabrina folded her arms. “None of you are going to be able to focus on anything until I make up some more molds, are you?” The crowd mumbled no. “I can go get the stuff… it’ll be quicker if someone drives me.”
	“I can drive you.” Sayako volunteered. “I just have to…” she pointed to her erection. “wait for this to subside.”
	“Why wait?” Tara offered.
	“No, if we're doing this, I want to make sure I can have a full erection for the mold. I’m just going to let this one go to waste.” Sayako reasoned, finding some of her clothes. “If we leave, can we trust you to not go completely crazy so you can be ready for later?”
	The three other women nodded, promising to behave while their eyes kept falling on each other’s erect cocks. Sayako took them at their word and finished dressing. She and Sabrina took a quick trip to the art supply store, where Sayako offered to put the cost of the materials (not a small amount) on her platinum card. They returned after a trip to the pharmacy to get a new jar of petroleum jelly, Sabrina entertaining Sayako with the story of Tara eating a little jelly this morning.
	Once they got upstairs, they saw the three women in a pile, cocks all half-hard, speckled with come, out of breath and mostly asleep. Sayako sighed like a disapproving mother, but Sabrina assured her she’d probably need a few hours to get all the wood cut for the molds anyway.
	Tara turned over in her sleep, her ass pointing in the air, revealing Sabrina’s dildo still inside her. Sabrina knelt down, pinching the end with two fingers, and slowly coaxed the device out of Tara’s pussy.
	“I wonder if these things can go in the dishwasher…” Sabrina said to herself as she and Sayako descended the stairs.
	“Why would you do that?” Sayako was confused.
	“To sterilize it.” Sabrina answered. “Keeping it sterile is part of the proper care of a silicone dildo.”
	“I’ve never owned one, so I didn’t know.” Sayako remarked. “I remember boiling the mouthpiece of my sousaphone when I was in junior high.”
	“That could also work, but I doubt we have a pot big enough for yours.”
	“Is sterilizing it necessary if… we’re all healthy?” Sayako queried.
	“I’m not sure. I guess Tara went straight from her pussy to mine, so if I was worried about that… but none of us have an STD or anything. Unless… what your come did to us counts as an STD.”
	“I’d like to not think of it as a ‘disease.’ Even calling it a ‘curse’ would be better than calling it it a disease.”
	“Let’s call it STA: Sexually Transmitted Awesome.”
	“That’s stupid. I love it.”
	Sabrina's dildo was too large for the biggest pot Sayako had, standing out the top like the rock of Gibraltar. The dishwasher, it was, then. She could have the molds ready by the time the girls woke up... probably.


Chapter 20: Inch-High Privates Eye

	Tara hurriedly jumped down the stairs, looking for Sayako. She ran around totally nude, having checked her phone right after leaving the shower. The glass screen of her iPhone was still cloudy around the edges from condensation. Her body shimmered with a million specks of moisture, her cock slapping softly back and forth against her thighs as she walked.
	Tara checked the bedroom, living room, finally finding Sabrina in the dining room, sketching something in her notebook with her feet up on another chair. Tara's sudden appearance startled her. “What's wrong?” She asked.
	“Where's Sayako?” Tara asked, apparently oblivious to her nudity.
	Sabrina pointed out the back door and Tara took off from the room, through the kitchen and out through the squeaky screen door. She found Sayako watering a few potted plants near the end of the concrete surrounding the in-ground pool. Sayako turned as she heard the door open and saw her girlfriend running towards her naked.
	“Tara, what are you doing?” She almost dropped her watering can in shock.
	“Look at this.” Tara held out her arm, iPhone first.
	“What are the neighbors going to think?”
	“We have a fence. And besides, they're all probably at work.” Tara argued. “Anyway, look at this.” Tara pushed the phone in Sayako's face. Setting the watering can down on the nearby grass, Sayako accepted the phone. She squinted at the image, covering the top of the phone with her hand.
	“I can't see it. There's too much glare.” Sayako said. They moved back towards the patio, where Sabrina was now standing near the doorway holding a white towel.
	“Thank you.” Tara said, taking the towel and wrapping up her hair in it, the rest of her remaining exposed. In the relative shade of the patio, Sayako could finally see what Tara was so excited about. It was a picture of a tiny penis. A ruler next to it showed it was only an inch long, mostly tip. It looked like the first joint of a man's thumb.
	Sayako was confused. “It's a penis.”
	“Is this supposed to make me feel better about myself?” Asked Sabrina.
	“That's Anna.” Tara said.
	“What?” Sayako looked again. The complexion was a match, and the hand holding the ruler was manicured, but not painted. It looked like her hands. “What happened to her?”
	“She's on a business trip, remember?” Tara said. “And she's still horny, but there's nobody around, so she's been jerking off. She said she would sit on the toilet and jizz into the shower because she can just wash it down the drain. It’s day three of her trip. Yesterday, everything was canceled for some reason, so she stayed in her hotel room all day renting porn and jerking off into the ice bucket. Today, she woke up and her cock looked like that.”
	“Can she still get hard?” Sabrina asked.
	“This IS hard.”
	Sabrina shook her head. “I don’t believe that. How could a just God curse someone with a cock like that?”
	“I used to feel cursed with my big cock, back before Tara.” Sayako said. “At least that one would fit anywhere.”
	“But what would be the point?” Sabrina said. “Would you even feel that? That would be like masturbating with a pencil eraser.”
	Tara snickered. After all Sabrina’s problems with self-esteem and inadequacy, this was the cure to her insecurity. Of course, Tara was never insecure, as the warm summer breeze cooling her moist naked flesh adequately demonstrated.
	“What do you suppose caused this?” Sayako wondered aloud.
	“The same thing that caused this.” Tara lifted her flaccid cock with two fingers and let it fall back against her thigh. “Our semen.”
	“Let’s not call it that.” Sabrina groaned. “I don’t like that word.”
	“That’s what it is.” Sayako said.
	“Yeah, but it’s also a penis, but ‘penis’ is a funny word. ‘Cock’ is sexy. Just imagine a porn film where they kept saying ‘penis.’ Suck my penis, my penis is hard… it’s like ‘boob.’ It’s silly.”
	“Anyway…” Sayako said. “We’ve already assumed that our come makes us horny when we share it. What did Anna call it? Herstosterone? But Anna’s the first one to be away from the rest of us for a long time. The last time Tara and I were apart, neither of us masturbated, so we stayed where we were. But maybe if Tara had, she would have shrunk in the same way.”
	”So when Anna comes back, she can just have sex with one of us and be back to normal?” Sabrina said.
	“That's my guess.” Sayako confirmed.
	“This will sound weird, because of how pleased I clearly am with all this...” Tara gesuted to her cock, and then hesitated. “but if there’s a way to get rid of it temporarily, that would be useful.”
	“What?” Sayako was shocked.
	Tara put up her hands. “My yearly physical is coming up, and I didn’t know how I was going to broach this whole thing with my doctor. Trust me, once it’s done, you can give me my cock back.”
	“If you’re going to… empty yourself on purpose, why don’t we try something else?” Sabrina said. “If the amount of ejaculate directly correlates to penis size, why don’t you let me… take your ejaculate and see if I get bigger?”
	“Do you suppose that’s why Gabriella started so big?” Sayako said. “Because we all came inside her?”
	“Or… is it because she’s… black?” Sabrina said.
	Tara and Sayako looked at Sabrina sideways. “Gabriella is Barbadian.” Sayako corrected her.
	“I didn’t say ‘African-American.’ I said ‘black.’ That’s like the people in my old neighborhood who said, ‘I’m not white, I’m Spanish.’ It’s stupid.”
	“And I’M Asian, so… I think everyone knows those stereotypes are nonsense. Anyway…” Sayako repeated, bringing the subject back to the matter at hand. “If you really want to get rid of it to go to the doctor, I understand. But keep in mind that I’m not so lucky.” She addressed Sabrina. “If you want to… aggregate Tara’s semen, you probably shouldn’t orgasm unless you’re going to eat your own ejaculate over and over.”
	“Yeah, we know how much you love to come in your own face.” Tara brought her thumb to Sabrina’s chin, who quickly blushed a bit at the contact.
	“I can’t help it. It feels good.” Sabrina confessed.
	“So…” Tara said. “How are we going to do this? Pump me like a gas station? You’ll suck my cock all day?”
	“That’s probably the most direct method.” Sabrina said.
	“You have any classes today?”
	Sabrina’s ears twitched involuntarily. “It’s Saturday.”
	“It is?” Tara said, remembering her remark about her neighbors probably being at work. She shrugged. “You wanna start now?”
	A long pause. “I just ate breakfast.”
	“Alright then, forget it.” Tara marched back down the steps to the backyard. “I’ll be out here, getting a tan.” Tara bent down to sit in the reclining beach chair next to the pool, to stretch out and absorb some Vitamin D. Her bare thighs touched the metal frame of the chair, burning hot from the sun, and she jumped back up with a yelp.
	Despite herself, Tara was just a bit embarrassed by that. She walked back into the house, watching Sayako and Sabrina smothering laughs in their palms. She would still not get dressed just yet.


Chapter 21: The Drain Game

	Tara returned home from her trip to her favorite coffee shop with a cardboard tray of blended iced coffees. Tara gave one to Sayako and brought one to Sabrina. She accepted it graciously, but something was wrong. It was very dark. She hadn't been in college long enough to stop fussing with coffee and just drink it black.
	“Is this black?” Sabrina asked.
	“Isn't that what you wanted?”
	Sabrina shook her head. “No, not really. I wanted cream and two Sweet'n-Low's, but it's OK. I'm sure there's milk in the fridge.” Sabrina stood to get it, but Tara gently pushed her back into her seat as she undid her fly and pulled out her cock.
	“I got some.” Tara's cock quickly hardened and she started masturbating very quickly and forcefully.
	Suddenly, it all made sense. Tara had never gone on a coffee run like this before. Tara knew she didn't want it black. It was all an excuse to do this. Tara beat her cock ferociously, as if she wanted to come before Sabrina could lose her nerve and walk away. Sabrina took a sip of the iced coffee to make room for the upcoming addition. Nobody was fond of black coffee the first time they tried it, but that's what they said about anal sex. They were right about the coffee.
	Tara started to shudder, and Sabrina quickly took the lid off the coffee and positioned it beneath Tara's cock. Tara sprayed her come into the drink, quickly filling the remaining headroom on the cup. As a few strands of come started to spill over the edge, Sabrina placed her lips around Tara's cock and happily took in the rest.
	“I hope it's the way you like it.” Tara said with a smile. Sabrina replaced the lid and swirled the drink around with the straw. The color evened out to a light beige. Sabrina took a sip through the straw, smacking her lips a bit and analyzing the flavor.
	“It's good.” Sabrina said, offering Tara a sip.
	Tara waved it off. “I can't. I need to get rid of all my come, remember?” Sabrina took another sip, looking away momentarily as Tara asked, “Is it sweet enough?”
	Sabrina looked up and saw Tara holding two pink packets of Sweet'n-Low. They both smiled, and Sabrina stepped forward and kissed Tara on the lips. “It's perfectly sweet.” Tara moved in for a few more kisses, caressing Sabrina's nape with her hand.
	“Dammit.” Tara said softly, as her cock returned to its full stiffness. “Could you please help me with this?”
	Sabrina snickered, drawing the straw from the lid of her coffee with a squeak. “I could just put this in here and get it all at once, maybe.”
	Once Tara got Sabrina's vibe, she covered her cock with her hands and stepped back. “No, thank you.” She said.
---
	Tara sat still on the couch, totally nude. Sabrina sat across from her, sketching her in her sketchpad as quickly as she could. Tara tried to sit as still as possible, occasionally moving her eyes back to the television. At the angle she was sitting at, she couldn't tell what was playing. The sounds of cheering and hooting indicated it was some kind of raucous daytime “talk show.”
	A few times, as Tara looked back to Sabrina, their eyes would meet and Sabrina would quickly look away. Sabrina was a lovely, if slightly mousey woman. A smile crept on Tara's face as her heart started to beat faster and her cock slowly rose with every heartbeat until it reached its full height. Tara bit her lip. She felt a little restrained knowing she wasn't allowed to move, forced to sit still as Sabrina watched her stiffen.
	Sabrina huffed gently, spun her pencil around and started to erase something she'd drawn. Tara laughed softly. “You already drew my cock?”
	“Yeah...” Sabrina wiped the specks of eraser from the page and resumed sketching. “There's something I find aesthetically pleasing about a flaccid cock. They way they move... it's very nice.”
	“I prefer hard cocks myself, because then you can do this.” Tara clutched her cock with her left hand and started masturbating. “Have you started drawing my hand yet?”
	“No.”
	“Can you finish before I do?”
	“I don't think so.” Sabrina picked up the pace, sketching more loosely.
	“Come on. It's my left hand.”
	Sabrina sketched frantically for a minute more as Tara slowly worked her cock, sitting as still as she could. As her hand slowly started to go faster, so did Sabrina's, though it was hard to see it behind the sketchbook. Once Tara switched hands and started beating her cock off properly, Sabrina set the sketchbook down and hurried forward, planting her mouth on the tip of Tara's cock just before she ejaculated. She let the come fill her mouth completely before swallowing. Tara refilled Sabrina's mouth quickly, and did so eleven times before she was through.
	Sabrina released the tip of Tara's cock from her mouth with a sigh, feeling all warm and tingly.
	“Did you finish the sketch?” Tara asked.
	“Almost.” Sabrina said, retrieving the sketchbook and showing a decent, if rough, sketch of Tara's pose.
	“That's pretty good.” Tara said, admittedly not much of a judge of artistic skill. She looked down to the tentpole Sabrina's erection made in her jeans. Tara gently caressed Sabrina's cock through the denim, knowing her come would be safe in Sabrina... for now.
	--
	Sabrina had her shirt off, sitting on the edge of the bed. Tara stood in front of her, naked. Sabrina pressed her tits together as Tara slid her cock between them.
	“See?” Tara said. “I knew you could do it.”
	Sabrina wasn't happy how hard she had to press her breasts together to properly perform the titjob. All the others seemed far more generous in this department. Tara appreciated the change-up from the fellatio, but the result was the same, and Sabrina happily slurped up more hot come.
	Later, Tara sat on the couch again, still nude, and tried to beat Mario while Sabrina slobbered on her knob. She only got as far as the water level before she ejaculated, which caused her to lose her last life by falling into a pit. Sabrina then told her where to get the flute. Tara suggested that Sabrina should keep practicing the flute, and they were back at it again.
	By the time dinner rolled around, Sabrina was too full to eat any of it. This didn't mean she was excluded, of course, staying under the table and seeing if she could make Tara spill her drink. Sayako watched Tara's fluctuating expression from across the table with some amusement; she must have looked as silly when Tara pulled that trick on her.
	After dinner, near eight, Tara was exhausted, even not having done much throughout the day except get her willy wet. Tara was sprawled on the love seat like a cooked noodle. She thought she was spent, every drop of come wrung from her, but her cock was still there. It hadn't even changed size.
	Tara was too tired to pursue Sabrina, wherever she had gone. Sabrina had better not have found a quiet room to finally jerk off in. What a waste that would be. And this moron on Final Jeopardy thought William Howard Taft served two nonconsecutive terms. On the other hand, it was some kind of high school version. But Tara knew that in high school... probably.
	"Is this what I did with my time before I met Sayako?" Tara wondered. How boring life was when not having sex or looking for places to have sex.
	As if on cue, Sabrina returned with an object Tara hadn't seen in quite some time: her ivory-colored cylindrical vibrator. The good old reliable electric husband. She never gave it a nickname like some strange women do. How about Ol' Buzzy? Or Captain Numby.
	"God, I'm loopy tonight." Tara thought as Sabrina flipped the switch at the vibrator's base. Sabrina teased Tara's cock with the vibrator. Yes, the vibrator was pathetically small, fitting almost completely in Sabrina's hand. But Sayako's cock didn't vibrate at six thousand RPM.
	Tara felt her cock slowly harden from the stimulus. As her cock reached towards the ceiling, her pussy became visible. Sabrina stroked the outside of it with the tip of the vibrator, barely parting the lips with the edge.
	Tara sunk lower in her seat, and Sabrina teased the lower half of Tara's pussy before abruptly digging the vibrator into the soft cushion and pressing the vibrator up Tara's ass. She gasped. It was probably the smallest thing that ever went up there except a finger (or an adventurous big toe). But she felt like it was shaking her whole body from the bottom of her spine.
	Tara twitched and curled her toes. She could tell very quickly she could come hands-free with this device, but Sabrina intervened. She placed two fingers from her left hand into her pussy, reaching upwards to caress the legendary G-spot, as she licked Tara's cock from bottom to top, sucking it down her throat as she went down again.
	Tara had already come so much today. This time, she felt like it would be nothing but a puff of dust awaiting Sabrina's eager lips and mouth. Either that or a note that read: "IOU: 350 ml of ejaculate."
	But come she did, and with great vigor. Sabrina brought the tip back to her mouth so she could taste the goodness, swallowing repeatedly, barely keeping up with the torrent. Once it ceased, Sabrina removed the vibrator from Tara's ass, Tara deprived of the strength to remove it herself.
	"I think that's it." Tara huffed. "I can't possibly have any more than that."
	"No way." Sabrina said analytically. "That was a full load. What are the odds your last one is that strong?"
	"I don't think I can do it anymore." Tara said.
	"Oh, like you've worked so hard today." Sabrina mocked her. "Come on, I got an idea."
	Sabrina coaxed Tara up and handed her a bottle that said "B." No other information was supplied. "What is this?"
	"It's lotion. Put it on your cock." Sabrina said, loading one of her hands with something from a bottle labeled "A."
	Tara obeyed and massaged the lotion into her cock. "I know what this is." Tara said. "It's that his-and-hers lotion that heats up or something."
	"Yes, it is." Sabrina said, rubbing “A” between her hands. "It's really nice. You have to try it. Give me your hand." Sabrina held the hand Tara used to apply B to her cock. A and B reacted between them. What Tara was afraid would be a hot, burning sensation or feel like electrical shocks... it was more like magnifying the body's own heat and pleasure sensation. Their fingers felt like five cocks dipped in hot pussy, if that made sense.
	Tara stiffened very quickly from this, and Sabrina coaxed her to a position on her hands and knees, her cock pointing down. Sabrina was on one knee next to her, reapplying A to her hands. She reached under and grabbed Tara's cock and jerked it straight down, the same motion she would use to milk a cow. Tara hoped no poor cow would be treated this roughly.
	Tara almost fell over from the sudden sensation, shuddering and shaking. Her back arched and she cried out in ecstasy. Sabrina continued tugging on Tara's cock with a tight grip, switching hands so she could move behind Tara and lick her ass as she jacked her off, using her free hand to pull one buttock away to get better access.
	Exhausted as she was, she couldn't endure this new sensation while feeling this hot, wriggling worm swirling playfully up her ass. She cried out suddenly as she hoped to ejaculate. Sensing this, Sabrina released Tara's ass and lifted her up by her stomach, turning Tara upside-down so her cock was again pointed at Sabrina's face. She got the tip between her lips just in time to eat another legendary fountain of ejaculate.
	Tara shook herself out of her delirium and felt something cold touch her toe in the carpet. It was a button. Sabrina had ripped the button off the fly of her jeans with her erection, the moist tip barely restrained behind her panties.
	Holding the button, about the heaviest thing she felt she could lift at the moment, she couldn't help but laugh. “I've only seen Sayako do that trick.”
	Sabrina didn't respond right away, coming back to her feet. “Excuse me.” She went off to somewhere else in the house. Tara would have followed if her legs would have supported her. If Sabrina finally couldn't endure it and would jerk off somewhere, that was fine.
	Tara's mind wandered. How much more come could Tara possibly have still inside her How much had she received over the months? If she had to get rid of it all, she'd be there a long time.
	---
	On Sayako's bedroom on the second floor, Tara sat on the floor, against the wall, leaning against a dresser. She was rubbing the vibrator against her cock and pussy, but she was still soft. This had been a far more exhausting day that she anticipated.
	Sayako was in bed, half covered by the sheets and duvet, her breasts uncovered. “Come to bed.” Sayako pleaded gently.
	Tara shook her head, her whole body weak and clad in sweat. “Tomorrow.”
	“You don't really have to do this.” Sayako said. “You could go to my doctor. She's... very understanding.”
	“I thought Anna was your doctor.” Tara said.
	“Anna's not a GP.” Sayako disputed.
	The door opened with such force as to almost slam it against the reverse wall, if not for the little spring doorstop drilled into the molding. Sabrina stood there, breathing hard and making a face that wasn't quite a smile or a grimace. Her eyes were intense and her brow was low. Her ripped jeans were gone, her erection pulsing and pushing against her white panties.
	She saw Sayako in bed and stomped over. Sayako asked gently, “Did it work?”
	Sabrina still held the ruler in her tensed hand. “No.” She said sharply. “Still ten and three-quarters.” She threw the ruler across the room.
	Sayako smiled. “I know what you're getting at. I haven't been able to have sex all day, either. Come on.” She threw the duvet and revealed her slowly stiffening, mighty cock.
	Sabrina almost scoffed. “You're just getting hard now? I've had this thing for at least an hour, and you know what they say on TV about having an erection for too long. So you're just going to have to wait.”
	“Sure.” Sayako agreed, spreading her legs apart, resting her cock against her own stomach. Sabrina jumped into bed atop Sayako, pushing Sayako's shoulders into the bed with her hands. “Ooh, you've never been so aggressive before. Am I ruining this? Do you want me to resist a bit?”
	“I don't care. I am so full of come, I'm about to go insane.” Sabrina snarled with a smile. “I am going to fuck your ass off.”
	“Cool.” Sayako cooed. They looked over to Tara, who was still on the floor playing with herself.
	“Look at that.” Sabrina sneered. “She can't even get it up. She's finally out.” Tara rubbed her clit with the vibrator and wagged her cock in silent protest.
	Without another word, Sabrina pushed her cock into Sayako. She fucked her hard and fast, pumping her cock in and out more than four times a second. Her marginally shorter cock meant she could go all the way in and out in quicker succession. Even so, this was the fucking of a woman possessed.
	Sayako felt like she'd let a jackhammer into her pants. Her feet rose into the air and her hands came over her head to grab the headboard as Sabrina threatened to pound her straight through the mattress. After a few minutes of this punishment, Sayako came with incredible velocity, splattering against the headboard, her own face and tits.
	Sayako's limbs drooped as the come leaking from her cock slowed to a trickle, leaving a puddle on her stomach. Sabrina pulled her cock out to the edge. It was still hard; she had not come. (Sayako knew that, of course. She would have felt it.)
	Sabrina pushed back into Sayako's pussy only once, and to Sayako's great alarm, she came again with almost the same force as before. This spray landed underneath her chin and was scattered in all directions around the room. A single drop landed underneath Tara's eye. She let go of her cock and scraped it up with her finger. The room was now full of the smell of Sayako's ejaculate.
	It may have been a whole day without an orgasm for Sabrina, but Tara had gone a whole day without tasting come. This tiny fleck of come couldn't set her back, could it? She pictured Sabrina licking this tiny drop from her finger and exploding like Mr. Creosote from Monty Python. 
	Sabrina grabbed Sayako around her torso and licked and slathered herself in Sayako's come. It was as if Sabrina could read Tara's mind. Sabrina gathered a few handfuls of it and scattered it on Sayako's face, letting her lick it off her fingertips. Sabrina took hold of Sayako's stiffening cock and fed it up her ass until she was sitting against her thighs. She reached behind her and kneaded Sayako's balls in her hand as she rode Sayako's cock. Sabrina pressed her feet into Sayako's breasts as she nearly jumped up and down on Sayako's cock.
	As Tara watched, she licked the tiny morsel of come, barely realizing she was doing it. She swirled it in her mouth, mixing it in her saliva. The memories flooded her mind and she finally got hard.
	Sayako came again, unleashing a wave of come into Sabrina's ass. Sabrina tensed as if she might come as well, but she did not. Instead, she delicately dismounted Sayako, holding her butt cheeks together as she walked across the bed until she was over Sayako's head. Sabrina relaxed her grip and expelled the come from her ass all over Sayako's face. Sayako's tongue lashed all over as she relished in her own come.
	“Gross.”  Tara said as she nevertheless pounded her cock viciously at the sight of it. Sabrina looked over to her quickly, then reached across the bed and threw something at her. It bounced against the wall with a hard thud before landing next to her. It was the dildo made from Sayako's cock.
	“You get the fake one.” She hissed as she took Sayako's cock in her mouth, letting it grow stiff again. Tara slipped the dildo up her ass as she wanked her cock and teased her pussy with the vibrator.
	Sabrina dragged Sayako further down the bed by her knees, leaving her hips right against the edge. Sabrina stepped down to the floor and pressed her cock up Sayako's ass, hugging Sayako's cock, kissing the tip and rubbing it against her body as she fucked her ass.
	Sabrina huffed and grunted strongly. “Yes!” She cried. “Do you love my cock?”
	“Yes.” Sayako huffed as she felt herself coming close to another orgasm. Sabrina put two fingers in Sayako's pussy and two in her own.
	"Is it the best cock in the world?" Sabrina snarled.
	"Yes." Repeated Sayako. It really wasn't, but it would have been neither sexy nor romantic to say that. But wasn't any cock currently inside her body the best one in the world? As long as it had a head the size of a doorknob.
	Sabrina gave Sayako's ass the last few pounds she could before finally reaching the orgasm. As she did, she called out, “You fucking... whore!”
	Sabrina pulled out and ejaculated all over Sayako, both cocks pointed towards her upper body. They sprayed with the force of shaken up soda cans, but with much greater volume. Tara was on the floor, all her muscles tense, still pounding her cock and playing with her pussy when she saw them ejaculate.
	Tara experienced something she hadn't before. This didn't feel like ejaculation. This was like smashing a faucet off its mount with a sledgehammer. Tara released her cock and it released an arc of ejaculate so thick and for such a long time, Tara thought she might have nothing left inside her once it was done. She left a pool of hot ejaculate on the bed, covering Sayako almost completely.
	Once her cock had finally stopped coming, Tara drooped over to the side and collapsed, unconscious. She woke up the next morning, still in the same position, the room still an unholy mess. Someone had placed a bedsheet over her and put her head under a pillow... but had left the dildo perched in her ass.
	Tara barely brought herself to her feet, the carpet still a little squishy and wet from all the excitement last night. She gently removed the dildo and tossed it to the bed.
	It was only as reached between her legs did she see her cock was gone. Her pussy was still there, but her genitals were the way they were before she knew Sayako.
	It worked.
	She scampered out of the room and down the stairs, trying to find someone to show. She found Sabrina at the table, gobbling some cereal.
	“Tara...” Sabrina began, swallowing something milky and white that was, for once, milk. “what is it with you and running down the stairs naked?” Sabrina's eyes dropped down to her lower body. “Wow, it worked!”
	“Yeah!” She put her hands on her cockless groin. “I guess you've never seen me without a cock. But don't get used to it. I swear, once my doctor's appointment is over, I'm getting it back.” Sabrina had gone back to eating her cereal before she'd finished her sentence. “Are you in a hurry or something?”
	Sabrina cleared her mouth again. “I'm absolutely starving. Eating come all day was fun, but... now I need real food. As in, carbohydrates and vitamins and stuff.” 
	“You got plenty of protein.” Tara said, and Sabrina said the word “protein” at the same second.
	“I knew you'd say that.” Sabrina sighed, and kept eating her cereal.
	Tara pulled a cinnamon raisin bagel from the breadbox, separated it on its presliced line and dropped them into the toaster. She leaned against the counter and waited for the toaster to cook it appropriately.
	Sabrina tried not to let Tara's naked flesh distract her. After all, she didn't have a cock anymore. But Tara was still very beautiful, lean and fit with just enough muscle definition in her abs and legs. Those nice features stood between that perfect ass...
	The toast springing up out of the toaster woke Sabrina up from her staring, alerting her that she had stared at her for the entire time it took to toast that bagel. Tara plucked the bagel out of the toaster and placed it on a plate. She drew a knife from the drawer, but in a moment of uncharacteristic gracelessness, fumbled it and it fell to the floor.
	Tara made a gentle noise and bent over without bending her knees, picking the knife up and putting it in the sink for later. But for a glorious second, Sabrina saw Tara's amazing rear bent over, her perfect pussy and tight tiny ass framed between those nice ass cheeks.
	That was it. Sabrina was a lesbian now. There was no cock here but her own slowly growing hard in her pajama bottoms, but she was salivating at this nude woman. For her entire life, she thought she was straight. Perhaps it was more accurate to say she was indeed straight all that time. Maybe she was now bisexual, but the man who could live up to Sayako would be quite a man indeed.
	No, she wasn't bisexual. That man didn't exist. She knew it. She could only picture herself with a woman now. Or preferably, women. Women with big fat cocks if possible.
	Having applied the appropriate amount of butter to her bagel, Tara sliced one last pat from the stick and reached behind her, spreading it on her left butt cheek.
	"Sorry, but these buns won't be ready until I get back from the doctor's." Tara finally turned around, seeing the flanneled tentpole poking above the edge of the table. She put her hands on the table, leaned across it and kissed Sabrina on the lips once before walking away with her bagel. In the other room, Sabrina heard this brief conversation between Sayako and Tara.
	"Is that butter on your butt?"
	"No, don't be silly. Why would I do that?"
	Sayako entered the room a few seconds later, dressed in the bathrobe she was so fond of. She took the butter from the fridge and walked to the round trash can, stepping on the lever at the base to make the lid rise.
	"What?" Sabrina asked before she could drop the butter into the can. "What's wrong with her butt, then? There wasn't anything wrong with mine last night."
	Sayako faced Sabrina momentarily, looked at the butter, thought for a moment, and finally put it back in the fridge.
	---
	After Tara left for her doctor's appointment, Sabrina found Sayako in the living room reading a magazine. Sabrina spoke up, quiet as a mouse, “I'm really sorry I called you a whore. I swear I didn't mean it.”
	"It's fine." Sayako responded, taking her hand and bringing her down in the seat next to her.
	“Did you mean it when you said my cock was the best in the world?"
	Three knocks at the door. Saved by the bell. Sayako went to the front door to let in Anna. Sayako took her suitcase from her and left it beside the stairs. Anna and Sabrina ran towards each other and kissed deeply. Sabrina's cock returned to its turgid state in her pajamas, and Anna's hand crept over it.
	"Missed you, too." Anna smiled.
	"Do we get to see it?" Sabrina asked.
	"Tara showed you the picture?" Sighed Anna. "I shouldn't have sent it to her. I wanted to send it to Sayako, but they're next to each other in my contacts and I clicked the wrong one."
	"Tara's not here to make fun of you." Sabrina noted. "Besides, she wanted to see if she could get rid of it by getting rid of her come."
	"That was my hypothesis, too." Anna noted. "Did it work?"
	"It worked for Tara, yeah. But it took her a while."
	“Fascinating. Let's see if the reverse is true.”
	It was. Sabrina and Sayako helped perform that experiment.
	---
	Tara has her doctor's appointment at 12:00 noon, but it was almost 11:00 and she knew doctors were always late, so she made an equally important appointment with her favorite boutique. Two ladies with measuring tape measured her impeccably in all dimensions. She ordered some new dresses to be custom-made to her size, knowing that even if she got her cock back, she was now so good at tucking, she could wear almost anything.
	Having these two women fuss over her and touch her... maybe she should have come here with her cock after all. As it was, she put these purchases on her platinum card and left to her doctor's appointment.
	Before she reached the parking lot, she was interdicted by someone: a raven-haired and gently tan woman in a black blazer and miniskirt. "I know you!" She shouted.
	Tara didn't recognize her until her friend rounded the corner with a large professional news camera on his shoulder. This was the woman from the news. Natalie. That was her name.
	Tara played it cool. "Excuse me? Do I know you?"
	"You know me, dammit." Natalie spat. "You were one of the women flashing me while I was on the air! You humiliated me!"
	"I don't know what you're talking about." Tara lied. "I don't watch Channel 11."
	"I'm on Channel 6, dammit!" Natalie yelled. "It's right here on the microphone!"
	Tara knew that. She could see it. She was just trying to get her riled up. "Are we live now?" She engaged the cameraman briefly.
	"No, but I'm going to prove to him that I'm not crazy." Natalie said. "You were messing around with your friend, and you both had the biggest penises since Jurassic Park. You're so proud of it, obviously, why don't you whip it out and show him?"
	"She's not going to do that." The cameraman said. "Now can we get back to..." His sentence trailed off as he saw Tara reach up her skirt and scoot her panties down to her knees, where a gentle shift in her weight let them fall to the ground around her ankles. They were a pair of exceptionally skimpy panties she could no longer wear properly with her cock. She stepped out of them and picked them off the ground in one hand as she tugged up her dress to her belly button, presenting her pussy to Natalie.
	How lucky could she possibly be? Not only is she in a relationship with the ideal sexual creature (with lots of random hookups from her growing harem of cocked women), and not only could she wield the cock herself and the endless pleasure it supplied, the one day she decided to temporarily shed it was the one day she happened to run into this woman again.
	They both stared at her pussy for a few moments, Natalie leaning in to get a closer look, making sure it wasn't stowed away somewhere she couldn't see. "Take a good look, you pervert." Tara said.
	"You're not recording, are you?" Natalie asked the cameraman.
	"That was addressed to you." Tara corrected her, pushing her skirt back down. "I hope that satisfies you. I don't have a penis."
	Natalie looked so confused. Tara almost felt bad for tricking her. She looked like someone finally told her that Paul Bettany wasn't real. (What movie was that from, where Paul Bettany was a hallucination? Tara couldn't remember.)
	"Anyway, I have an appointment to get to, so..." Tara stuffed the panties into a pocket in the front of Natalie's blazer. "You can keep these." And she walked off. Before returning to her car, she made sure she wasn't being followed. She didn't want this obsessed weirdo knowing her license plate number. Maybe she could find that out as a reporter, but it was best not to take chances.
	Tara arrived for her doctor's appointment at her general practitioner in time. The doctor walked into the office, a few minutes late as typical for all doctors. Tara sat on the examination table wearing a black bra, but no panties, her hands covering her crotch.
	She laughed, feeling embarrassed. "I forgot I had a doctor's appointment today."
	"We don't have to do this now, if you don't want." The doctor said.
	"No, Let's get this out of the way, please." Tara insisted, moving her hands away from her groin.
	The doctor was, of course, professional.


Chapter 22: Cock Star

	Tara had a long day of shopping and driving to places to shop. It was similar to how she'd spent yesterday, and the day before that. Staying on the edge of fashion trends takes a lot of effort. She parked her car, chirped the alarm on with a press on the little gadget that did that, and walked into the house. She thought she might have a single glass of wine before bed. They say it's good for the heart, after all. But Tara was spent. Unlike her platinum card, she had reached her limit.
	She stepped out of her shoes before taking even one carpeted step up the stairs and to her room. She pushed open the door, head drooped a little low, but she jumped back as she saw someone on her bed.
	If it was any of her friends entangled in lovemaking, that would not have surprised her. What she saw was Sabrina sitting in front of Tara's laptop on the bed. She was in her underwear without a bra, her restrained erection was visible along her right hip in the panties. The undies were a pinker and slightly “girlier” pair than she normally wore, but what was most shocking was the black domino mask she wore over her eyes, rather than her glasses.
	Tara knew immediately what Sabrina was doing.
	Sabrina was startled at the sound of the door opening, but she managed to not jump too visibly. The automatic light adjustment on the video compensated for the extra light coming from the doorway, but nothing else indicated to the audience that she'd been interrupted.
	Laughing nervously, Sabrina reached forward and adjusted the camera so her head was entirely out of frame. “God. It's always you walking in on me doing something stupid, isn't it?”
	“At least I'm not naked this time.” Tara said, looking at the laptop screen. There was no other video participant this time. Part of the screen was a view of the built-in camera of the laptop, the rest was a slow river of messages from random multicolored names in a chat room.
	This wasn't was Tara expected. She thought this was long-distance cybersex with Anna. Not that cybersex was common in this house; the old-fashioned variety suited them all fine, when possible. Nor was this the chat service that connected you to strangers she'd walked her and Anna having fun with before. “You aren't Skyping right now?” She asked in a whisper.
	“Nobody can hear us; don't worry.” Sabrina said, keeping her neck slightly stretched to keep her head out of view so the audience wouldn't know she was talking. Her hand went to her cock, rubbing it through her underwear. It had grown just a bit soft, so she teased it with two fingers. It grew out to its normal length.
	The computer made a sound effect: an exaggerated sound of a quarter dropping into a metal-bottomed donation can, like the ones they pass around theaters to raise money for charity. “What was that?”
	“That was a tip.” Sabrina hooked her thumb into the waistband of her panties and pulled it away from her body. “Someone just made a donation. They donate when they see something they like. It's all charged at the end of the session, so their credit card doesn't have, like, a hundred separate charges for a quarter or a dollar.”
	“Do you need money?” Tara asked. “I can help you out with that.”
	“No, no, no.” Sabrina rolled her hips under her and ran her fingers along her stomach. “I didn't start this for the money. I started it for fun when Anna was gone. And it turns out, I can make a little extra money for food or art supplies.”
	“And maybe your own laptop so you don't have to jerk off with mine.” Tara joked. “I just hope you don't think you need to do this to make money. Say the word and I will help you with whatever you need.”
	“I'm fine, Tara, really.” Sabrina said, lightly caressing her cock through her panties again and readjusting her sitting position. “It's fun. It's nice to get some positive feedback. People tell me I'm sexy, but it's really nice when they put their money where their mouth is. If people couldn't donate, it'd be like playing poker without money. There'd be no risk. There'd be no thrill.”
	Poker wasn't Tara's game; the only part of it she really excelled at was making hundreds of forty-year-old men in sunglasses underestimate her. “I think it'd time to give them what they want.” She said.
	Sabrina rolled to her side, holding her legs in the air. She started to slip her panties up her leg, her cock flopping to her side. The chat room burst into an encouraging, horny fervor. The computer made several ka-chunk noises, as many chatters made their satisfaction known. Sabrina brought the panties off one foot, leaving it hanging from the other. She let it hang here for a few seconds before dropping it to the bed.
	Sabrina sat back up, pulling her feet in front of her. The bottom of her face was on the edge of the screen, her big smile underneath the very bottom of the mask visible to the audience. She looked off to her right to see Tara, who was putting away her phone. Apparently, she was exciting the audience on the Internet, but not Tara. Her cock was old news, I guess.
	Sabrina pulled her head above the video's edge for another moment. “Also, I used some of your lipstick.”
	“That's fine.” Tara shrugged, trying to watch chat from an angle where she wouldn't appear on screen. Something just occurred to her. “So... you show everything?”
	“Why not? They can't see my face.” Sabrina said.
	“But...” Tara said. “Do they think you're a... hermaphrodite?” That seemed to confuse Sabrina. “You've got a cock with no balls and a pussy.”
	“Yeah, I didn't even think of that after the first time, but they seem to be into it.” Sabrina said. “Some people think my cock is a plastic toy because of how hard I can come.”
	Tara scoffed. “What, are there websites where women wear fake cock strapons that spray fake jizz?”
	“There are SEVERAL websites that fit that description.” Sabrina said. “I've been to a few. They're so goofy... and also kind of hot.”
	“There's someone in chat who keeps asking you to suck your own cock.” Tara pointed her nail at the screen, as the request floated to the top of the screen like bubbles in seltzer.
	“Yeah, I know. ColdBloodedCollar2424. He's always requesting that.”
	“Is he a he?”
	“It doesn't matter. These are probably mostly guys, but I don't care either way.” She jerked her cock slowly, and more tips came in. She reached forward and typed into the chat: “you want me to try sucking it?”
	A flurry of affirmative responses. Tara didn't see a single 'no' pass her view. Sabrina smiled, and bent forward. One premature viewer had given a tip at the very moment she'd leaned forward. Sabrina could not reach her cock with her mouth. It was tantalizingly close, though. She extended her tongue, trying to lick at it. Her hair fell in front of her face. Sabrina held it against her cranium with one hand to not obscure the audience's view. She could barely lick the very tip of her cock with such a gentle sensation, she imagined the one privileged nerve ending that got to experience this feeling.
	She leaned back, stretching her back the other way for a minute before returning to her normal sitting position. “Sorry.” She said with a slight exaggerated lip moment for the audience that still couldn't hear her. But Sabrina had an idea. She typed “how about this?”
	Sabrina took her left foot upwards and started kissing it, licking it gently and sucking her big toe. The tip sounds returned in surprising volume, but Tara noticed one chatter was unhappy.
	“Ew, gross.” She read aloud. Sabrina glanced over. “Not me.” Tara clarified. “Someone in chat doesn't like that. I didn't see the name.”
	Sabrina stopped to scroll and find the complainer. This chatter, CatCupid85, had later said that she had a terrible foot phobia that Sabrina had just provoked. She felt a little guilty having ruined this viewer's fun, and typed into chat. “I'm sorry. Lots of people love foot stuff.” She followed it with, “not everyone likes my feet, but I bet everyone in chat likes my cock.”
	Sabrina started slowly jerking her cock at the screen, pointing it at different angles to give the viewers more to enjoy. The coins dropped into the virtual tip jar with some regularity, but not as quickly as the moments of spontaneity. This is what the audience was expecting to see. Anyone broadcasting across the Internet with their cock out to an audience of willing and grateful viewers was expected to jack it off, just like a man with a top hat, white gloves and a deck of cards was expected to do magic and have a bad mustache.
	Tara watched Sabrina jack it for a little while before asking Sabrina, “Ask the chat if they want your girlfriend to join.”
	Sabrina stopped, chuckled and typed that into the chat window. A few seconds later, the chat started going so fast, Tara could no longer read it with any long-lasting comprehension or retention.
	“There are a few other masks over there.” Sabrina said quietly, no longer hiding her mouth from the camera now that they knew someone was in the room with her.
	“Let's start out slow.” Tara moved her hand into frame and waved. The chat continued its deluge of encouragement. Tara pinched Sabrina's cock between thumb and two fingers and slowly worked it up and down. Sabrina moaned a bit, rubbing her stomach with her free hands and rubbing her breasts. She pretended to pinch her nipples, not actually fond of the feeling of pinching them.
	Tara stepped on the gas, jerking Sabrina's cock harder and faster. Sabrina leaned back on her arms. "Slow down, slow down." She said through her teeth. Tara complied, but looked at Sabrina, confused. Sabrina pointed. "Your hands a big blur on the screen."
	Tara reset her grip, holding the cock within her fist, jerking it off with solid strokes. Some tips trickled in. Tara played with the head of Sabrina's cock with her thumb. She could easily jack her off to completion, but that was the most boring potential outcome.
	It was time for Tara to make her entrance. Tara released the cock and picked a similar black domino mask from the pile. She looked at herself in the mirror, her identity mostly hidden behind the mask. She doubted she'd be recognized. She pulled the elastic out of her hair and scattered it around her shoulders. She stepped out of her dress and removed her panties, her erection finally free.
	She got on her knees and leaned into camera view, showing her face to the audience, but not much else. She waved and smiled. Suddenly, she felt a little thrill building in her heart, suddenly having an audience.
	She gestured to Sabrina to sit with her legs hanging off the bed, scooting the laptop to the side. They couldn't see Sabrina's face anymore, but they could see her cock get swallowed by this beautiful blonde. Tara gleefully fellated Sabrina, sucking it hard, licking it all over, teasing it and wanking it with her left hand.
	And, as the familiar basketball parlance goes, the crowd went wild. Numerous tips flooded in. Tara leaned in and pressed Sabrina's cock between her tits, kissing it as she rose up and down to rub her soft tit flesh against the hard cock. Sabrina's legs and thighs twitched involuntarily.
	Tara relinquished Sabrina's cock and leaned in to type into the chat. "how big do you think she is?"
	"Uh, I don't know if I want you measuring me on cam." Sabrina said.
	"Come on. It'll be hot." Tara sure loved her measuring tape. She typed, "take a guess in inches. the closest gets to pick our next position."
	Sabrina slid off the bed, and both watched the chat from a kneeling position against the edge of the bed. The chat burst out in a huge list of numbers. Tara read them as they flew by, waiting for someone to get it right.
	"Eight, eight, eight, seven, eight, eight-and-a-half... thirteen, twelve, nine, eight, nine-and-a-half..."
	"I like thirteen, whoever that was." Sabrina said. "I wish I was."
	Tara whispered to Sabrina, not so she wouldn't be heard, but so the audience wouldn't see her say something rude about them. "These guys are all idiots. They wouldn't know the size of a cock if it was their own."
	Sabrina whispered back. "Most of them only see their own."
	"And the cocks of other webcam stars, I bet."
	The inaccurate guesses kept flooding in. The closest was one random user who guessed ten-and-a-half, the only one to do so that they saw. Sabrina was about to declare a winner, but Tara said it'd be more fun to show them. Sabrina stood up, holding her cock perpendicular to her body. She rolled the measuring tape down it and pinched it where it reached the end. She got back down to her knees and showed the camera the mark one quarter inch from the eleven.
	The chat was astonished. A few spoilsports in chat said it was fake. Sabrina muted them; they could still talk in the chatroom (and donate!), but nobody would hear them. Sabrina tracked down the chatter who made the correct guess, declared them the winner and asked what pose he or she wanted.
	The response was short and unambiguous: "anal."
	Sabrina looked at Tara with a smirk. "It's what they want." Tara tried to fake a little reluctance, but couldn't manage it.
	Off-camera, Tara spread out on her stomach on the bedspread. Sabrina pointed the laptop so the shot was mostly Tara's ass and back. Tara had still not revealed her own cock to the camera. Sabrina knew this was deliberate, waiting to build to a shocking reveal later in the broadcast.
	Sabrina straddled her legs over Tara's and placed her cock between Tara's buttocks. She rubbed it across both cheeks before plunging it into her ass. Tara gathered a handful of bedsheet in a clenched fist, but Sabrina saw Tara's right hand, the one not visible on camera, was relaxed. Tara was pretending, acting for the camera. Even if Tara loved getting her ass fucked, she could take her cock with no difficulty.
	Sabrina pushed her cock in and out of Tara's ass with hard strokes. Rather than express any pain, Tara cooed and moaned delicately, like she was being tickled. Sabrina grunted in frustration, leaned forward and slowly and gently filled her fist with a clump of Tara's hair right at the scalp. She didn't actually want to hurt Tara; nobody could even see her do this on camera; their heads were off-screen.
	Tara arched her back. "Sabrina, I have fun teasing you, but I want you to know that I'm really enjoying this." Sabrina released her hair and they shared a lopsided kiss.
	With new energy, Sabrina started pounding Tara's ass, grabbing her cheeks with both hands. The tips had started strong, then dwindled as the sex stagnated. This new energy inspired a few more tips. Sabrina's breath got harder, hot like steam as she huffed air across Tara's sweaty shoulder blades. Sabrina felt an orgasm building inside her.
	"Come on my ass." Tara gave an instruction she'd never give if there wasn't an audience waiting for a show. Sabrina fucked Tara's hole until she felt herself go over the verge. She quickly pulled out and covered Tara's ass and lower back with come, white streaks oozing down each cheek like the frosting on a cinnamon bun. The curve in her back made a little lake of come. Sabrina dipped her fingers into the puddle, turned to the camera and licked her fingers clean in full view of the camera. The tips poured in.
	Sabrina reached back towards Tara's rear and gave the nearest cheek a firm slap, scattering the come in a splash. Tara playfully touched the abused cheek before rolling over to reveal her stiff, mighty cock.
	And the crowd went bananas.
	Tara had resisted coming from Sabrina's fucking. It was called the 'money shot' for a reason. Sabrina got off the bed and pulled the laptop further back to show more of Tara. The chat was undoubtedly impressed. She took a few poses like a centerfold before Sabrina brought the camera closer, with Tara's back against the head of the bed. Sabrina nestled in gently beside her. They read the chat, gushing with enthusiasm for her new friend. A few impatient chatters were frustrated to see the cocks leave the screen. They were muted without ceremony.
	Sabrina typed into chat, "i hope you won't forget about me now that you know my friend." That chat was surprisingly sympathetic, most expressing how much they appreciated her. This was a surprisingly touching sentiment from a bunch of perverts.
	Then again, what else were Sabrina and her friends but a bunch of perverts?
	"We got a request for my measurements." Tara said, retrieving the measuring tape. She wrapped it around her chest as if she was fitting herself for a bra. It measured out thirty-six inches, as she knew it did.
	The chat complained they wanted to see how long her cock was, the tip of it barely on screen as the camera focused on their masked faces for once. Tara snickered. Riling the chat up was as easy as shooting fish in a frozen barrel. (wait, that doesn't work. You can't shoot through ice. Unless the shot would crack the ice and kill the fish or something. Whatever. That was a stupid analogy, fuck. Good thing nobody could read her thoughts.)
	Sabrina adjusted the camera to show the full length of Tara's cock. She measured it out to just past the twelve. The chat was astonished, and one overly impressed soul made a twelve-dollar 'tip' in reverence to the cock.
	"Got to give them what they want." Tara said, pulling her knees up next to her head, dipping her head forward and taking her cock into her mouth.
	And the crowd went nuts. The sound of tips came in so frequently, it almost sounded like machine gun fire.
	Tara rolled her tongue along the tip of her cock. She raked her lips along the head, kissing the very tip and pushing it as deep as she could. She couldn't get much further than the head, but it was enough. She wanked her cock with one hand and tried pushing her head further down with the other. She was bent about as far as she could go; even yoga couldn't make this happen. (What good was it for, then? Wasn't autofellatio the final boss of yoga?)
	Sabrina sidled back into shot and kissed Tara's shaft a few times. She rose up, pushing up on her hands to approach Tara's face. Tara released her cock to plant a few gentle, slightly dramatic kisses on Sabrina's lips before returning to her cock. She sucked it with three increasingly long inhales, each accompanied with a deep moan. Sabrina almost wished they could hear her. Tara only let her cock leave her mouth to say to the camera, "tastes so good." Again, it wasn't something she'd normally say. It was true, though.
	Tara's head bobbed up and down along her cock, her hips starting to pump upwards along with it. She would slow down a bit, then speed up, jack it with one hand. Sabrina could tell Tara wasn't acting anymore; she was no longer looking up at her image on the screen. Sabrina typed, "want to see her come in her own mouth?"
	Chat was enthusiastic, some thinking the autofellatio would be a broken promise if she didn't. A few eloquently requested she "not bust so soon." Sabrina promised that the show wasn't going to stop.
	Tara finally came, filling her mouth until her cheeks bulged. A single stream of come started to emerge from the corner of her mouth, until the dam burst and come flowed unevenly down her cock, rolling over her fingers as she kept wanking. Tara felt like she was wasting so much come, letting it slide down her cock and onto the bed sheet like this. But just swallowing every drop wasn't going to be as fun for the viewer. She swallowed a few big mouthfuls before letting the rest fill her cheeks again.
	She finally let her cock free, a small trickle running down from the tip. Tara leaned close to cam and showed her come-filled mouth. She reached off screen to grab Sabrina's head and place it in her lap, facing upwards. Tara gobbed her come into Sabrina's mouth. Sabrina didn't swallow it, instead bringing her face to Tara's and forced her tongue into Tara's mouth. Come and spit flowed between their mouths, riding their tongues and dripping down their chins.
	The tips rolled in, as generous as Tara's ejaculation.
	Sabrina and Tara leaned forehead-to-forehead, catching their breath. Tara wrapped her arms around Sabrina's shoulder and they took a resting position back against the head of the bed. They kissed for a few minutes, Tara whispering that they should give some time to let the audience either calm down or re-arm themselves for round two. Of course, Tara was ready for round two after about a minute, Sabrina's hot lips stirring the lust inside her and making her hard.
	Tara whispered to Sabrina, "Do you think we could 69?"
	"That doesn't work for live shows." She whispered back. "One of our heads would be obscured. That's why they always cut to closeups in edited porn."
	"We need to do something." Tara said. "The viewers are losing their hard-ons."
	"But we're not." Sabrina grinned. They kissed again. Sabrina asked chat what they wanted to see, and they'd take perform the suggestion they liked best. To her great annoyance, most of the suggestions were variations of putting one of their penises in the other's vagina. Yes, GameOfThronesFanboy123, that idea had passed their minds at some point. That's not a position; it's just obvious.
	69 was suggested a few times, some foot stuff, a few were using slang for sexual positions that she wasn't familiar with. (the term 'rusty trombone' went by; Sabrina was horrified someone would call it that unironically. What a grotesque term for a lovely act.) A few people wanted some 'watersports,' another stupid euphemism. They were not interested. Furthermore, Gabriella had enough work cleaning up the unavoidable fluids of lovemaking without making unnecessary ones.
	"Reverse cowgirl." Tara pointed. "That should work."
	"Who's the cowgirl?" Sabrina asked. "You have the bigger tits."
	Tara tittered involuntarily. She'd never heard Sabrina say 'tits' before. It was hot. "You're the star."
	They got into position. Tara wasn't dead-on to the camera, so you could see her face a bit off to the side. Sabrina stood on the bed an wobbily brought herself down onto Tara's cock, sliding inch by inch by inch, acting as if it was tough to take all that cock.
	Tara blew a gently raspberry, took both her hands onto Sabrina's hips and pushed her down onto her cock, slapping their thighs together noisily. Sabrina gasped and bit her lip, supporting herself with her arms against her legs. She let the chat drink this in for a bit. They cheered her on and gave numerous tips, congratulating her on getting it all in.
	These guys have no idea, Sabrina thought. If Sayako were here, then she could show them what's what.
	Sabrina kept her feet on the mattress so could stand back up into a squat, pulling out most of Tara's cock and revealing it again to the audience, before sliding back down. This position was quite a leg workout, especially while standing on an unreliable surface like a mattress. Meanwhile, Tara was experiencing the same ecstasy and could just relax and read a magazine. Rather than read, she writhed, curled her toes and rubbed her breasts.
	“It'll be super hot if you come first.” Tara said. “Like, hands-free.”
	“I can try.” Sabrina said. “But you've got to really give it to me.”
	Tara's hand fell on Sabrina's hips, holding her in place. Now, she pushed up from the bed and fucked her hard. Sabrina's mouth became an “O,” her hands kneading her breasts, trying to resist the instinct to grab her cock. She felt her come building up in her, like she was a water balloon and Tara was the hose.
	At that moment, Tara turned the hose on. Without stopping her stride, she ejaculated, pouring hot come into her pussy. Sabrina came right afterwards, her come flying straight up in a huge arc, over the laptop and onto a faraway patch of carpet. Her come was still visible ejecting from her cock on camera, and that's what mattered. Tara extracted her cock and placed it in front of hers, both spunking cocks spraying loads of white lava up towards the ceiling, a jealous trickle of come oozing out of Sabrina's pussy.
	Once they were done, Sabrina tried to take a breath, but Tara slithered around and planted her mouth on Sabrina's pussy, holding the softening cock out of the way. She sucked on her pussy hard as Sabrina's cock got harder again. Tara released her cunnilingus, gestured silently to Sabrina to move in closer to the camera. Sabrina opened her mouth, facing up towards the ceiling, and Tara puckered her lips and spat a long string of her come, rescued from Sabrina's pussy, into Sabrina's mouth.
	And the crowd went apeshit. The sound of tips was like being in a greenhouse next to a tree covered in acorns during a hurricane.
	Bringing their mouths so close together of course resulted in more wonderful kisses between the pair. They slipped back onto the bed, pulling the laptop onto their thighs so their cocks would still be in shot. A handful of the chatters had not made it past that last segment without popping the cork, so to speak, so they thanked the ladies for a grand evening and went to feed the cat or whatever business they had to tend to at nearly midnight on a weeknight.
	“how are u still hard” asked one chat denizen.
	“What should we tell them?” Sabrina asked, reaching her hand across to give Tara's cocks a few gentle strokes. (She was left-handed, but it was still good practice.)
	“Drink your milk? Pineapple? I don't know.” Tara said. “I say we keep it mysterious.”
	The door flew open. They both turned to it, seeing Anna standing there, in her long coat. She look like she'd left her home in a big hurry.
	“Hey.” Tara said. “Were you watching?”
	“You think you can do this without me?”
	“We wouldn't dream of it, except all those times we totally did it without you.”
	Anna took off her coat, revealing she wore nothing under it but stocking and a garter belt. It was quite reminiscent of the first time they met, where Anna came to their door with nothing but a boner and a bone to pick.
	“We have a few more masks over there.” Sabrina pointed towards the dresser. Anna grabbed the first one on the pile, a white domino mask with feathers. She pulled the elastic strap over her head and snapped it over her face. There was one that covered her whole face, but how would she do things with her mouth with that one? If someone from the office recognized her by her chin, they would assume it wasn't her anyway because of the cock.
	Anna stepped into frame and waved. Chat was shocked and humbled how generous the stream could be, giving them three women in the same stream. Anna didn't feel like burying the lead, so she showed her cock to camera right after she appeared. She put it right up to the camera, so the viewers could see her skin moving along it as she gently pulled her hand back and forth up it.
	She stepped back and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the others. Tara laughed and pointed, a sight the denizens of this chat were probably used to seeing when they had their junk out. “Someone in chat said, 'mommy's home!'”
	“Dammit, I'm only thirty-seven!” Anna said, through a fake smile growing a bit faker. “I can't have... well, OK, I guess I could technically be your mom, Sabrina.”
	“SSSHHH!” Sabrina shushed without releasing her smile or gesturing, making the sure the audience couldn't see her doing this.
	“What? They can't hear us. Unless you have some deaf perverts watching who can read lips?” Anna said, smiling and slurring through her amateur ventriloquism.
	“Read these lips.” Tara grabbed Anna's nape and nearly smothered her in a wet kiss, her tongue licking her cheeks and chin more than she normally would. It's amazing how quickly she modified her behavior for the tastes of the audience. Sabrina sidled in and tried to join in a three-way kiss without blocking the laptop's view.
	Sabrina disengaged to type on the keys, asking for suggestions. They came in heavy and hard, almost too quick to make sense of, but Anna ignored them. (She couldn't see the chat without her glasses anyway.) “I know what they want. Who wants to be middle?”
	“The middle of what?” Sabrina asked. Anna threw Tara down onto the bed and flipped her onto her stomach. Maybe she was driving here when they did this pose before, she thought. Anna moved Sabrina up to Tara's rear, and she moved in behind her, getting her feet up onto the bed.
	The middle. It was clear now. Sabrina inserted her cock into Tara's pussy, slowly fucking her doggystyle, and Anna did the same for Sabrina.
	The middle had distinct advantages. If she'd known... she would have volunteered more readily. The audience started to give tips again, but she was getting and giving the whole thing. They kept up this fucking until they decided the audience had enough video of their three asses bouncing against each other. It was still an alien concept for Tara to stop fucking before she'd come, so it was fortuitous that she was the bottom.
	Tara turned over, and Tara slipped it up Sabrina's ass while Anna continued fucking her pussy. The tips came in densely, and would surely be even denser if they could hear Sabrina's ecstatic (and entirely sincere) cries.
	Anna had to coax Tara off Sabrina to end on an even better pose. They walked the laptop onto a dresser and held Sabrina in the air, her head hovering over Anna's cock and Tara again on rear duty. Sabrina eagerly sucked on Anna's hot member, still slick with her own juices. Tara supported Sabrina by her hips, Anna by Sabrina's arms. They fucked her hard in each direction, Sabrina's own cock bouncing freely like an unsupported muffler hanging from the undercarriage of an old car.
	Sabrina held on to Anna's ass, but eventually realized they were supporting her just fine. She released her arms and left herself in their grips. Sensing the finale coming, Anna let go of Sabrina's arms, and Tara released her legs. She was suspended only on their cocks. Sabrina wormed her back to inch off of Tara's cock, then lean forward and go further on Anna's.
	And the crowd went whatever crowds went when they were out of bananas, nuts and apeshit to give. Tips thundered in. Chat felt as if they'd seen something never before witnessed by man. This must have been like what their parents felt like when they watched the moon landing. (Tara assumed they could ask their parents very easily, if they would stop masturbating and walk upstairs from the basement to ask them).
	But Sabrina didn't want this to be the finale, either. They were so far away, nobody could see their come on the low-resolution picture. Instead, she clumsily dismounted the cocks, grabbed the laptop, and the ladies returned to the bed in a flurry of motion. They all brought their bodies up against the headboard, their cocks hanging down towards their faces. Sabrina held the laptop just above her cock. Tara was to her right, Anna to her left. They each grabbed their cocks and started whacking it off, offering their free hands to finish Sabrina.
	Sabrina was first, but the others joined her soon enough, in a shower of pearly white ejaculate raining down on them, spattering their masks with dots, sprinkling in their hair, dotting their breasts like robin eggs, painting their greedy tongues, only to disappear with each gluttonous swallow.
	If chat really was a crowd, there would have been a riot. The sound of tips was more like a constant tone than any recognizable sound effect. It eventually slowed to the constant rattle of a million BB's thrown down a flight of metal stairs. The noise slowed down only when they'd finally drained their mighty snakes of all their wonderful white venom.
	They brought themselves from the headboard and came to rest in a big naked cuddle, Sabrina in the middle. They all smiled, their faces flecked with come. Sabrina waved good-bye at the end of this extra-long session, blew a kiss at the screen, and turned off her broadcast.
	She sighed. “Chat says this was the best one ever. I agree. It's usually just me jacking off...”
	“You'll have to have us back on.” Anna took off her mask, checking it for come splotches and wiping some off with her fingers.
	“Yeah, if you can afford us.” Tara had left her mask on, forgetting she was even wearing it. “How much did you make in tips anyway?”
	“Is it always about the money?” Anna asked. “Can't it be about the sex?”
	Sabrina gasped, her hand coming to her mouth. She turned back to the others. “Tara, I won't need to borrow your laptop anymore.”
	“Are you serious?” Anna asked. “How much did you get?”
	“Enough to buy either a nice laptop... or a bad car.”
	“That's amazing. Let's celebrate.” Tara took off her mask and threw it across the room like a masquerade Frisbee.
	Sabrina turned back to her, moving her mask up to her forehead. “Without spending money, I assume.”
	“It'd be silly to throw it all away tonight, after such a generous windfall.” Tara slid against the bed sheets, closer to Sabrina. Tara was slowly growing hard again.
	She chuckled, closed the laptop, took Tara by her chin and kissed her.
	Not everything had to be shared with the entire Internet. 



Chapter 23: Live To Serve

	Some nights, Sayako would be all dolled up, wearing an expensive dress and more expensive jewelry, being seen at some fancy party or other get-together. All eyes would be upon her, unless Tara was there to graciously take some of the heat off her, until they could slip away somewhere and generate their own kind of heat.
	Truth be told, Sayako often preferred a quiet night at home reading. She was in her bed, wearing her semisheer nightgown, her lower half tucked under the covers. With her large breasts, finding a comfortable position for the book was tricky. She might look stylish in a pair of horn-rimmed glasses, but her vision was perfect. No such silliness was necessary.
	Someone behind the door knocked. Sayako turned to the knock. “Come in.”
	In entered Gabriella, dressed in her maid uniform. She had a a few strands of hair slipped out of place, and her skin had the gentle gloss of sweat. “Hello, Sayako. Everything is clean.”
	“Thank you, Gabriella.” Sayako said. “I didn't realize you were still here.”
	“Yes.” She said. “I wanted to put the dishes away and fold the towels and laundry.”
	“Do you want help?” Sayako offered.
	“It's all right. You relax.” She brought the hamper up to the dresser and stared putting away the delicates. Even after doing the laundry a few times, she still marveled at the size of Sayako's bra. It could be used to slingshot basketballs. Even her own marvelous G-cups couldn't compare. She folded the multicolored bras into stacks and set them in the drawer.
	Gabriella moved on to the panties, and the contrast couldn't be stronger. Rather than a giant support structure for huge mounds, each pair was a dainty little construction of lace or colorful translucent fabric that one couldn't anticipate would have the fortitude to hold back Sayako's member.
	Feeling what she thought was Sayako's eyes on her back, Gabriella dropped one pair of panties to the floor. “Oops.” She whispered, bending at the waist and picking it up. She looked back to see if Sayako had noticed that. She was still buried in her book.
	In truth, Sayako had noticed Gabriella bend over, her skirt rising up over her bum and showing off her thonged ass. With Gabriella's substantial new addition to her anatomy, going commando wasn't an option. If Gabriella was trying to be seductive, she would have to try harder than that to arouse her.
	The hamper now empty, she returned to Sayako. “Do you mind if I use your shower?”
	“Not at all. Go right ahead.”
	“Thank you.” She pushed closer and gave Sayako a gentle kiss on the cheek.
	In the bathroom, Gabriella stepped out of her slippers, unhooked her stockings from her garter and rolled them down her legs. She unhooked her zipper and slid out of her uniform.
	All that remained on her body was her thong, and trapped within, what looked like a bent can of Pringles. She hooked her thumbs around the straps and slipped them off, freeing her cock from the silk prison.
	She turned on the water, but before she stepped in, she caught her reflection in the full-length mirror lining the linen closet door. She was always pleased with the body she'd been granted, especially as a lover of the female form. But her eyes were drawn to the newest arrival.
	At just under five feet tall, her hanging cock was about one-fifth her height. It almost reached her knees. Technically, Sayako's was bigger, but she was a foot taller, and only one inch larger where it counted.
	Most of her life, Gabriella had people underestimate her, talk down to her, and crack every short joke imaginable. But now, finally... Gabriella was big. This must have been what that kid felt like when he became Tom Hanks.
	She stepped into the path of the warm shower. She took the soap and lathered her body, under her heavy breasts, along her arms, down her legs. She left her groin for last, as she knew what was going to happen once warm, soapy hands touched her cock.
	Gabriella rubbed the soap over her crotch, and her cock slowly grew. She set the soap down and took hold if it, her slippery hand sliding up and down her cock as the warm water pounded on it. She hadn't told Sayako she might do this in her shower... even though she's done this every time she'd showered since getting it. Maybe she should start taking baths.
	Despite nearly besting Anna and Sabrina in their jackoff contest on her first day wielding this thing, Gabriella sometimes found the precise technique for masturbating escaped her somehow. Even with both slick, soapy hands working her cock, she struggled to orgasm from this alone. When both hands belonged to someone else, and to two other lovely cocked chicks... perhaps that made it easier.
	Gabriella stepped out of the shower, gently shook a million little drops off herself, took a seat on the bath mat, bent forward and took the head of her cock into her mouth. 
	The tip of her cock was quite sensitive, her tongue sliding against it as she continued working it with her hands. She felt her foreskin gather up as her hands moved closer to the tip. She sucked in with her lips, pulling the foreskin in closer and puckering it in her lips before it slipped out between them. She did this several times, each time with greater pleasure.
	Her mouth returned to the head as she felt the orgasm on the horizon. She pinched both nipples and sucked hard on the tip, and the come finally started to flow. Her mouth immediately filled with jizz, gulping it down to make room for more as she shuddered and moaned. She swallowed ten more times, eleven, twelve... but left the last spurt to fill her cheeks  to near overflowing.
	It took great effort to remove her cock from her mouth, and more to not swallow the wonderful, sweet mass of ejaculate currently held there. She caught her breath through her nose, and the taste got even better, probably in the same way wine snobs let their drinks 'breathe.' It was like melted cake batter ice cream thickened with gelatin, or the warm marshmallow inside a s'more. (Gabriella had never had that particular American treat yet, but she already had an idea for a tasty variant.)
	Resisting all urges to eat this morsel, she spat it out into both hands, cupped together into a bowl shape. She stepped back into the shower and slapped both hands against her hair, scrubbing the come into it.
	The first time this happened was quite by accident, in a moment of weakness and uncharacteristic uncleanliness. But after washing it out, she was struck by the volume and shimmer this gave that section of hair. Washing it with regular shampoo before or after seemed to diminish the effect. She'd long ago thrown away her bottles of shampoo and now was working with this all-natural product, fresh squeezed.
	Licking the remnants from her fingers, she took the handheld showerhead, set it to its 'massage' setting, and for once, didn't use it to masturbate. (How old-fashioned that technique seemed now!) She scratched at her scalp and ran the water along it, rinsing out the excess come.
	The bathing complete, she sat on the toilet seat at she blow-dried her hair. It was lustrous and wavy, all the sweat and work of the day fully washed away. Gabriella tucked a towel around her chest and left the bathroom.
	Sayako was still sitting in bed, reading. She turned as she heard the bathroom door open, but said nothing.
	Gabriella tiptoed over, the very tip of her cock hanging out from the bottom of the towel. “Sayako...” she said softly. “Do you mind if I stay here tonight?”
	“Not at all.” Sayako said. “You're always welcome to stay.”
	They both looked up towards the ceiling to hear some cries of ecstasy and other shuffling upstairs.
	“Is Sabrina still going up there?” Gabriella asked.
	“I guess so.” Sayako said. “Tara didn't stop in, but she was supposed to be home by now. I think she's up there with her.”
	Gabriella listened to the ululations and voices coming from above, as she sat next to Sayako on her bed. “I think Anna's up there, too.”
	“Really?” Sayako's brow sunk a bit. “She didn't even stop in to say hello.”
	“It doesn't matter.” Gabriella whispered, taking a single finger under Sayako's chin, bringing her head to hers and planting a gentle kiss on Sayako's lips. Gabriella held still, neither of them moving away from the kiss. Ever so gently, Gabriella backed away and released her.
	Within the bed sheet, between Sayako's legs, the Washington Monument has apparently appeared. Sayako swallowed, looking into Gabriella's dark eyes. Sayako thought she was in control... but with one kiss, here she was.
	Gabriella brushed her cheek against Sayako's, kissing Sayako's earlobe. Sayako felt a tremble appear in her hand. She sniffed Gabriella's hair.
	“What shampoo are you using? It smells great.” Sayako took a lock and held it against her nose like a mustache. She took a few more sniffs. “It's like apples and green tea.”
	Gabriella disagreed, but it seemed their come smelled (and tasted) like whatever that person liked best. She'd have to remember to buy some apples for Sayako the next time she was at the market. And a bottle of “shampoo.”
	Rather than explain this and possibly ruin the mood, Gabriella delivered a line of gentle pecks down Sayako's neck. Gabriella pulled the sheets down, freeing Sayako's cock to snap upwards, resting against Sayako's stomach.
	“When's the last time just you and I had some fun?” Gabriella whispered.
	“I don't know if we ever have. Tara's always around.” Sayako said. A hint of shame appeared in her voice. “Besides... I don't... fit. It would be one-sided.”
	“It won't be.” Gabriella said. “Trust me.” Her hands fell on Sayako's knees, spreading them apart like the handles on a pair of gardening shears. Gabriella slid onto the sheets and brought her face to Sayako's crotch. Looking at Sayako's cock from below, it may as well have been a mountain. She could imagine it growing faint in the distance and shearing a cloud in two as the wind thoughtlessly blew it towards the immovable structure of her unit.
	Gabriella looked down from the veiny tower and gently pressed Sayako's balls up with the heel of her hand. One of her dainty hands wasn't enough for both, so she fanned her fingers to suspend both up out of the way of Sayako's pussy.
	Having lived more than a few years as a lesbian before getting her cock, she had learned a few techniques that didn't require one. Gabriella's mouth planted itself on Sayako's pussy, her tongue making gentle circles, the apex at her clit. She flicked at it, changing the speed of her tongue to keep it interesting.
	Cunnilingus was always interesting to Gabriella. She was an expert on both giving and receiving. If only she'd ever found someone as good at it as she was... she might be married and never had the opportunity to join the ranks of big-dicked women.
	Dicks were great. Gabriella accepted that she had been wrong this whole time. Dicks were great, but pussy is essential. Dicks by themselves were useless without pussy... except for masturbating.
	Gabriella gently sucked on the pussy, her mouth filling with nectar. She listened carefully at Sayako's moans to see what techniques she liked best. It seemed Sayako wasn't too difficult to please. Gabriella had been trapped by less sensitive women for a half-hour of numbing tongue exercise. 'Trapped' was an exaggeration, in the way she was once 'stuck' in an elevator with a beautiful woman.
	Sayako's moans were getting closer, her breath deeper, rivulets of sweat forming on her body. Gabriella decided to finish her off. She placed both hands on Sayako's inner thighs, releasing the grip on Sayako's balls, letting them fall against her eyes. Gabriella had done this in the dark before. She probed her tongue as far as it would go, spiraling it around the hot, tightening pocket of her pussy.
	Hand suddenly flung over her mouth, Sayako cried out as a full day's load shot out of her cock, spraying the headboard and everything before it. Gabriella looked up from her perch under Sayako's pussy, her legs like two mountains making a beautiful valley, Sayako's ribs gently visible as she caught her breath, her tits slathered in come like enormous glazed donut holes.
	Sayako wiped her eyes and opened them, only to see Gabriella climbing over her, bringing her face to hers. Squinting into the light, a strong contrast between the bright like and Gabriella's dark body, Gabriella planted her lips on Sayako's, the flavor still all over Gabriella's tongue. Gabriella wrapped her arms around Sayako, their tits squeezing together unevenly. They made out for quite a while, tongues lashing and exploring each other's mouths. Her tongue might tire from eating pussy, but Gabriella could kiss for hours.
	Gabriella released Sayako's lips from hers, looking her in the eyes. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her lips parted, her breath heavy. Gabriella put her hand on the tip of Sayako's rock hard cock. She could feel every heartbeat as it twitched, clear precum sticking to her palm.
	Gabriella brought her mouth to Sayako's ear, her erection just as hard as hers. “You want to fuck me so bad.” Sayako nodded. “Maybe I'm wet enough that you'll finally fit.” Gabriella straddled Sayako, rubbing the mound of her vulva against Sayako's cock. Her pussy lips parted against it, leaving a trail of nectar along the top like a snail's trail (but way less gross).
	Sayako's hands formed into fists, clutching handfuls of the fitted sheet. “I doubt it.” She said truthfully.
	“It's so sad.” Gabriella mused. “You finally found the one pussy you couldn't make yours.” Gabriella stood up on the bed, presenting her groin to Sayako. “Why don't you prove you're still worth something?”
	Pointing the tip of her cock at Sayako's face, pulling the skin back and forth to slide her foreskin back over the head, Sayako opened her mouth wide and placed the head against her tongue. The head nearly filled her mouth, but Gabriella grabbed Sayako's head and slowly forced it down, sliding into her throat. She groaned deeply as she heard Sayako gag gently on it. She slid it out and in, fucking her throat passively.
	“Yeah, you love this, don't you?”  Gabriella moaned. “I'm going to stretch your throat out so nobody will ever satisfy you again.”
	Sayako whimpered, and her cock came again, splattering against her hands and the bedsheet. “You're making a mess.” Gabriella scolded her, increasing her speed. Sayako took hold of Gabriella's hips, closing her eyes. She awaited the sweet bounty of come that would surely soon come.
	Gabriella withdrew her cock before she came, and Sayako caught her breath. “Sorry, that's not for you.” Sayako squinted at her, confused. “Just kidding.” Gabriella forced Sayako's legs apart and placed the tip at the opening of her pussy. “I guess your pussy is worthy of my cock.”
	Holding both Sayako's knees, Gabriella pushed herself into Sayako, her pussy pressing firmly on her cock in all directions. “There we go.” Gabriella moaned, pumping it in an out of Sayako. “How does it feel, the biggest cock you'll ever have? You're going to dream about me and my cock. Nobody else will be good enough.”
	Gabriella fucked her harder, drawing it out to the tip and pressing it all back in, each stroke feeling just like the first one. Gabriella watched as Sayako's come-soaked tits bounced, as her pouty lips parted in helpless ecstasy.
	“I...” Gabriella stuttered, grabbing hold of Sayako's cock and folding it between her tits. “I love you!” She panted, humping harder and harder, shaking her tits up and down until she finally came into Sayako's pussy, white cream spraying out from around Gabriella's cock and forming a growing puddle on the bed. Sayako came a moment later, spraying sticky ejaculate all over them both.
	Gabriella collapsed atop Sayako, rubbing her face into that endless tit flesh Sayako possessed. She climbed up over the two hills to see Sayako's come-splattered face, like Spiderman had played a joke on her.
	“How was that?” Gabriella asked.
	“Great.” Sayako smiled. “You changed up your character a few times.”
	“I wanted to try the domination thing, but... I couldn't keep it straight at the end.”
	A long pause. “Do you really love me?” Sayako asked.
	“That kiss didn't convince you?” Gabriella countered.
	They kissed again, a gentle squish sound forming as their huge breasts pressed together and squeezed the come out of their cleavage like a Play-Doh machine. Gabriella pressed her nose against Sayako's, inserting her tongue and delicately touching Sayako's. They both grew hard again, their nearly equal cocks burning with almost supernatural warmth.
	“Want to go again?” Gabriella asked.
	“We'll never stop if we don't stop now.”
	“Nothing wrong with that.”
	“Who's going to clean this up?”
	“Not me. I'm off the clock.”
	They kissed a little longer and slowly relaxed, sleeping well, the smell of their mingled come keeping them fully erect all the way.



Chapter 24: Sayako's Eleven

	It was a cool spring day with lots of sunshine. It was also a day everyone had off. Well, Sabrina had her Friday class, but she decided to skip this one just this once. It was an elective anyway. Sayako, Tara, Anna, Sabrina and Gabriella were all wearing dull-colored raincoats that reached mid-thigh (except on Gabriella, where it reached her knees; O! The plight of the short woman!). Under that, they wore stockings held up by garter belts. Tara had given Sabrina and Gabriella their first pairs of high-heeled shoes as a gift to match the stockings, so they could have this fun together. (Sabrina had worn high heels to the prom, but this was her first pair she could keep.)
	In their coat pockets, they each had ten quarters. Their value wasn't important; they were the equivalent of clay poker chips for the game they were about to play.
	"OK." Tara looked around to the reasonably busy street. "Who wants to go first?"
	"Tara, I'll give you a quarter to stand in the doorway of that locksmith and flash us." Said Anna.
	"Sure." Tara passed the camera to Anna, marched proudly up to the stoop in front of the locksmith, stood with legs apart and opened her coat. She was already erect under the coat, holding it open for two seconds before closing it. Dares were always Tara's favorite part of Truth or Dare. "Did you take the picture?"
	"That's not the doorway." Anna said. "Open the door and stand in it."
	Tara looked through the glass on the window and saw a bell attached to the door that would ring if she opened the door. Such a thing would not discourage her, of course. She pushed the door open, hearing the high-pitched tinkle of the bell. There was nobody at the front desk, but a voice called from the back, "I'll be there in a minute."
	Tara ripped her coat open again, holding the door open with her elbow. Anna took the picture. Tara closed up and left the shop before the shopkeep emerged from the back. Tara held her heart through her coat, surprised how much a silly dare could excite her.
	Anna passed the camera back to Tara, along with a single quarter. (ANNA:9, TARA: 11)
	"Gabriella..." Sabrina said. "I'll give you two if I can get a picture of you flashing while standing behind the counter."
	"The guy's back." Gabriella could see him through the window.
	"Is that a yes or a no?" Tara asked with a smile. Gabriella took the camera from her and passed it to Sabrina as she entered the locksmith, Sabrina following, a little confused.
	"Pardon me, sir." Gabriella asked confidently. "You don't happen to have a polished brass dual security door strike plate, do you?"
	Sabrina mouthed, "A what?" to herself. The locksmith wasn't sure, but went to the back room to look. Gabriella hopped up onto the counter and stretched out along the glass on her side, pulling her coat open and letting her flaccid cock land on the glass case with a surprisingly loud thump. Sabrina took a few pictures and waited for Sabrina to leap off the counter before asking her, "What did you ask for?"
	"It's part of a door." She waved her hand dismissively before pinching her thumb and first two fingers together in that very American gesture for money. Sabrina gave Gabriella her two quarters. (GABRIELLA: 12, SABRINA: 8)
	The shopkeep emerged with a brass strike plate. Now that she could see one, Sabrina recognized it: it was the metal part of the doorframe where the thing goes. That wasn't the most descriptive way she could have phrased that, but that was what she thought when she saw it.
	"Will this do?" The shopkeep asked, handing Gabriella the strike plate and putting his hands on the counter, unaware a penis had been touched that spot not ten seconds ago.
	"Do you have one with four screw holes, instead of two?" She asked.
	"I've never seen one with four." The man looked surprised. "I'm afraid not, miss."
	"That's too bad." She handed it back. "Thanks anyway." She walked off with Sabrina, out of the store.
	"Were you hoping he would return to the back so you could challenge me to do the same?" Asked Sabrina.
	"Yes, but whatever." Gabriella said. The others had waited for their return. "Who's next? Sayako, do you have a dare in mind?"
	"Not yet." Sayako said.
	"It's because she isn't hard yet." Tara said. "Once that happens, she'll have a few ideas. You two..." Tara pointed to Anna and Sabrina. "I'll give you a quarter each to walk across the street to that bus stop, sit over there between all the old people and make out for thirty seconds.”
	"With tongue?" Anna asked for clarification.
	Tara could feel that Anna was going to be the fuddy-duddy rules lawyer this whole game. There was nothing wrong with being clear, but being so literal was so boring. She saw that Gabriella hadn't actually gone “behind” the counter during her dare, and Sabrina didn't call her on it.
	"Of course." Tara said. "It's not making out unless you use your tongue."
	Sabrina and Anna looked at each other and walked across the street without a word. They slipped into the middle of the crowd waiting for the bus, sat down in the middle, and kissed with real passion. Sabrina's cheeks burned red as she felt eyes fall on her in her shameless display. Their cocks throbbed helplessly inside their coats, their faces shimmering with saliva.
	A bus pulled up, blocking the view from across the street. They continued until everyone had boarded the bus. The bus driver leaned out to see if they intended on joining them. Anna broke away for a second to say, "We'll get the next one," before returning to Sabrina's eager kisses.
	The bus pulled off and Anna and Sabrina reluctantly separated, returning to their friends. Tara passed them both a quarter. (TARA: 9, ANNA: 10, SABRINA: 9).
	"Sabrina--"
	"Why is everyone picking me?!" She whined.
	"--I'll give you a quarter to flash that busker." Gabriella pointed to a man playing a guitar near an upturned hat, evidently too poor for a guitar case.
	Sabrina hesitated. "I don't know."
	"Uh-oh." Tara teased.
	"I'm just not sure my cock will stupify him the way yours will."
	"No better time to find out than now." Sayako reasoned.
	"Two quarters." Gabriella upped the ante.
	Sabrina didn't move.
	Gabriella took the initiative. She walked towards the busker and asked him, "All I have is change. Is that OK?" He looked down to her hand full of quarters, and then saw this monstrous black cock hanging out of her coat. He jumped back away from it with an amusing discordant strum that would satisfy El Kabong. Gabriella returned to the group without leaving a cent.
	Sabrina sighed and gave Gabriella two quarters. (GABRIELLA: 14, SABRINA: 7). That was the agreement. If the player refused the dare, and the challenger did it, the player gave the challenger the amount of the challenge.
	"Sayako..." Anna challenged. "I'll give you two quarters if you buy a slushie from that cart and dip your balls into it."
	Sayako looked at Anna crooked. "Why do I have to start with a freaky one?" She said softly, nevertheless walking over to the slushy cart and ordering a blue one. She returned with it and walked into the alley between two businesses. Without opening her coat, she squatted down, slowly dropping her balls into the cold treat, holding her still soft cock up out of the way. She shivered as the shaved ice melted against her hot genitals. Tara took a picture, but wasn't aroused by this. She couldn't imagine ever jacking off to this... well, maybe she could.
	"I wish I'd grabbed a napkin..." Sayako said, standing up and looking at the now deformed blue ice treat. Anna handed her two quarters. (SAYAKO: 12, ANNA: 8)
	"I'll give a quarter to whoever eats it." Anna said. Sayako sneered a bit, but Tara stepped up and plucked the slushie from her hands and dove in. She took a few big bites, intending to finish the whole thing, but stopped partway through, squinting.
	"I ate it too fast." She groaned, holding her temple with one hand, moving her palm across her eye.
	"You got to do the whole thing." Anna said.
	"I ate the part that touched her balls. That was the important part." Tara nevertheless upturned the wax-coated paper cone into her mouth and swallowed the rest of the sickly sweet frozen treat. She stuck her now slightly blue tongue at Anna, crumpled the cone in her fist and tossed it in a nearby metal trash can. Anna gave her a quarter (TARA: 10, ANNA: 7) “God, that was way too sweet. People actually eat those without being dared to? The balls were the nicest part of that.”
	"I just realized..." Sayako said. "If I hadn't taken the dare... none of you could have actually performed that dare yourself to force me to pay up."
	A brief silence. "Oh, yeah." Anna said. "I guess you don't have to do any dares that involve your balls, then."
	"Why'd you pick blue?" Sabrina said. "Were you going to make a blue balls joke?"
	"They had blue, red and green. I think blue was the best choice."
	A nearby vent in the ground blew a puff of air as the subway passed by underneath. "If you want to dry off, I'll give you all a quarter to stand there and do the Marilyn Monroe thing." Gabriella pointed to the grate.
	They hustled to the grate, Gabriella standing back with the camera. They stood there for a minute, waiting for the gust of air to propel their coats up. Sabrina almost got her heel stuck in the grate, but Anna helped her pull it free.
	"How often does the subway come by?" Anna asked.
	"I don't know... maybe every twenty minutes."
	"Are we going to stand here that long?" Sayako asked.
	"Yeah, even I'm starting to get a bit soft." Tara folded her arms.
	"You can just fake it and we can move on." Gabriella called out. They all threw up the coats and flashed their cocks, Gabriella snapping several picture along the way. They returned to her and all received their quarter as payment. (GABRIELLA: 10, SAYAKO: 13, ANNA: 8, SABRINA: 8, TARA: 11)
	They started to walk a little further from the car. They found a bench they could all sit on and watch people walk past. "Gabriella..." Sayako challenged. "I'll give you two to lick Tara's feet."
	Gabriella went to her knees next to Tara and removed her shoe, licking her foot right through the stocking, feeling the weird texture against her tongue. She delicately sucked each toe, sadly unable to get between them. Tara took some pictures.
	"Ok, I'm definitely hard again." Tara said. Gabriella released her foot.
	"I said 'feet,' not just the one." Sayako said.
	"I didn't intend on stopping." Gabriella got Tara's other shoe off and did the same for her right foot. Sayako handed over two quarters. (GABRIELLA: 12, SAYAKO: 11, ANNA: 8, SABRINA: 8, TARA: 11)
	"Sabrina, I'll give you two if you let me spank you over my knee." Anna challenged.
	"I don't really like getting spanked, but..." She got up on Anna's lap. The others moved away to watch this from further off, Tara snapping pictures all the way. Anna pulled up Sabrina's coat and repeatedly slapped her buttocks with a firm hand, the slap audible from far away, Onlookers turned their heads in confusion. Sabrina was mortified, both sets of cheeks matching for once.
	Sabrina tried to sit, but it stung too much, so she stood. "That was only two quarters? I didn't think you'd do it that hard."
	"I thought it was an average spanking." Anna gave her the two quarters. (GABRIELLA: 12, SAYAKO: 11, ANNA: 6, SABRINA: 10, TARA: 10).
	"Anna, I'll give you two to let Sabrina spank you back." Gabriella said.
	"Sure." Sabrina painfully sat down and Anna stretched over her. She revealed her buttocks to her, and Sabrina tapped it gently a few times before stopping.
	"I don't want to." Sabrina said.
	"Did it hurt that much?" Anna asked. "I'm sorry. I thought you might be into it." Anna got up and they leaned forehead to forehead, kissing gently.
	Gabriella gave her the two quarters anyway for being willing to do it, even if Sabrina didn't deliver quite the sight Anna had. (GABRIELLA: 10, SAYAKO: 11, ANNA: 8, SABRINA: 10, TARA: 11)
	“Anna, I'll give you one quarter to kiss Sabrina's butt better.” Tara pulled her pink lip gloss out of her pocket. Anna applied a generous portion to her own lips and flipped up Sabrina's coat, planting a perfect lip print on the right cheek, the pink darker than the redness of the well-spanked cheek. Tara handed her a quarter.
	(GABRIELLA: 10, SAYAKO: 11, ANNA: 9, SABRINA: 10, TARA: 10)
	They decided to check the score. Everyone counted their coins. Sayako had eleven, Anna had nine, and everyone else had ten. It was nearly a dead heat.
	"Wow, I thought I'd be way ahead by now.” Tara counted her stack again.
	“That's the rub. The more excited we get, the more we want to challenge someone else, and the quicker we are to spend our quarters.” Sayako said.
	Tara dropped her coins back into her pocket. “We have to step up our game."



Chapter 25: Sayako's Twelve

	Sayako, Tara, Anna, Gabriella and Sabrina were playing a game. Not a video game or board game, but one where they were the both the players and the pieces. Using quarters as a scoring system, they would challenge each other to dares while out in public. The scores were nearly even, with Sayako currently holding eleven coins and Anna in last with nine. The first round was fun, but not as eventful as it should have been. But now, it was time for Double Jeopardy.
	Anna dared Sabrina two quarters to go to the pharmacy and buy a box of condoms. Tara whispered something in Anna's ear before they entered the store. Sabrina bashfully asked the cute twenty-something dude at the counter for the largest condoms he had. He retrieved a black box of condoms that were advertised as “XXXL.” Anna secretly snapped a few pictures of Sabrina's embarrassed face. Sabrina forked over what turned out to be a lot of cash for only a dozen condoms. The fifty cents she would win for this bet felt smaller and smaller.
	Anna passed the camera off to Tara and sidled up to Sabrina. “Want me to put one of these on?” Anna cooed seductively at the cashier. He didn't know what to say, so Anna opened the box, pulled out a condom, freed it from the wrapper and placed it in her mouth.
	Without warning, Anna pulled open Sabrina's raincoat and threw her head at Sabrina's erection, taking her cock into her mouth in one smooth motion. She pulled it back out once she'd gone all the way down, leaving the condom perfectly applied to Sabrina's cock.
	If the cashier thought he didn't know what to say before, now he was utterly baffled. He wandered away from the register as Sabrina tugged her coat closed and ran from the store. She saw the others looking at the camera, as Tara had caught a few shots of what just went down.
	“Nicely done.” Tara gave two quarters to Anna, who immediately passed them to Sabrina. (SAYAKO:11, TARA: 8, SABRINA: 12, ANNA: 9, GABRIELLA: 10)
	“What, I don't get anything extra for that?” Sabrina said.
	“I'll give you two if you leave the condom on for a while.” Anna challenged.
	“I'll do it if you give it to me up-front.” Sabrina said. Anna passed her two quarters. (SAYAKO:11, TARA: 8, SABRINA: 14, ANNA: 7, GABRIELLA: 10)
	“Why is it pink?” Gabriella asked. “What guy would approach a woman with a pink penis?”
	“I think it's a prank by the manufacturers.” Tara said. “I think men only buy the biggest ones so they can drop it out of their wallets 'by mistake' so all their dude friends think they're hung. But if they ever open it and show that it's pink, then they'll know they've never actually used it.”
	“Or maybe those are specifically for us.” Anna said. “Maybe they know there are so few guys actually as big as us, so they made them pink to show they're for women like us...” Anna looked at Sayako. “Is there a word for women with cocks that's not offensive? I don't know what to call us.”
	“There's 'futanari,' but I don't like that term.” Sayako said. “I feel like it reduces my womanhood. Why do I have to be called something else? Why can't I just be a woman with... something more?”
	“We need to keep playing, or else that condom's going to slide right off.” Tara said. “Sayako, dare someone or I'm going to dare you.”
	Sayako brought her hand to her chin. “It's hard to think of dares that we didn't do the last time just the two of us did this.”
	“So what? You can do it again.” Tara said.
	“That'd be boring. We have to do something really interesting.”
	“I got one!” Gabriella spoke up. “Find a pool hall and use your cock instead of the cue!”
	“I assume you mean, scare a bunch of dudes with it who are playing pool and maybe use it once, not for an entire game.” Sayako said. “Sure, how much?”
	“Three quarters.” Gabriella said.
	“Let's do it.”
	They walked all over looking for a bar with a pool table with no luck. During the walk, they encountered a few men in muscle shirts and marijuana-themed bandanas. One of them called out to them, calling them hot honeys or some such thing. Tara flashed them, and they staggered off, not remembering a thing, much less who was a hot honey.
	For accurately declaring the results of that encounter, Sayako gave Tara three quarters. She really thought they might not live down to their reputation.
	(SAYAKO:8, TARA: 11, SABRINA: 14, ANNA: 7, GABRIELLA: 10)
	“I don't think there's anywhere near with a pool table.” Sayako said. “We need to make some other bet.”
	Gabriella spoke up. “Who can take my cock in the ass without crying out?”
	While the others were startled by the bluntness of that request, Tara got down on all fours. “Go for it.” She pulled the end of her coat off her rear like a table runner. Gabriella lined the big tip of her boner against her ass, but Tara looked back. “Do moans of pleasure count?”
	“Of course.”
	“Screw it.” Tara stood up, brushing pebbles and debris off her knees and palms. “Here's a quarter.” (SAYAKO: 8, TARA: 10, SABRINA: 14, ANNA: 14, GABRIELLA: 11)
	“I can do it.” Anna said, determined.
	“Bend over.” Gabriella said.
	Anna got on the ground. “How much do you bet?”
	“Four quarters.” Gabriella said.
	“I'll match that bet.” Sabrina said.
	Anna looked at Sabrina sideways. “You don't think I can do it?”
	“You always moan like a banshee when I do you in the ass, and she's almost fifty percent bigger than me.” Sabrina reasoned.
	“Well, I'm not happy you don't believe I can do it,” Anna said. “but I am happy you're using science to demonstrate why.”
	“OK, no more Learning Channel for today.” Tara said. “Get up in her ass or I'll do it.”
	Gabriella held Anna's buttocks like a steering wheel, slowly pressing herself in Anna's ass until she reached the hilt of her cock.
	Anna hadn't made a sound.
	But Gabriella did. She huffed, dipped one hand in her coat pocket and left four quarters on the small of Anna's back.	Sabrina stacked her lucre next to hers.  (SAYAKO: 8, TARA: 10, SABRINA: 10, ANNA: 15, GABRIELLA: 7)
	“Your ass is very nice, Anna.” Gabriella complimented while still docked inside it.
	“Thank you, Gabriella.”
	“Should I finish up?”
	“Are we done daring each other?” Sayako asked. “Will this just turn into public sex?”
	“Not yet.” Sabrina said. “Tara, jerk off Gabriella under her coat out in that park. Two for each of you.”
	They skipped out into the park, the other following to see the spectacle. It was hard to pretend they weren't with them when everyone was dressed identically.
	Tara reached under Gabriella's coat and took hold of her cock. She jacked her off hard, but under the coat and beneath Gabriella's large breasts, you couldn't exactly tell what she was doing. If the same motion was happening to a guy, maybe somebody would understand.
	Gabriella's heart thumped and her toes curled in her shoes as a man in his mid forties talked to someone on his cell phone while sitting next to them on the bench. He occasionally glanced back at what these two women were doing before returning to his conversation.
	Gabriella groaned. A dark wet spot appeared in the middle of her coat, and come rained out from between her legs, rivers of it snaking down her legs like veins.
	The man turned to see the mysterious white fluid scattered all over the sidewalk. He wasn't stupefied, not the way their cocks normally dizzied the male mind. But he sure looked confused.
	“What happened?” He asked. “Are you... melting?”
	Tara removed her hand from within Gabriella's coat. Her hand was smeared with come, strings of it hanging between her fingers like spider webbing. She looked to her hand with fake shock. “I've been slimed! Come on, we have to call the Ghostbusters!” She urged Gabriella to her shaky feet and they ran off.
	Anna gave them both two quarters. They moved out of the park and left the deeply puzzled man to his phone call. At least now, he knew who to call.
	(SABRINA: 10, TARA: 12, SAYAKO: 8, ANNA: 11, GABRIELLA: 9)
	“I got one for you, Sayako.” They passed a vegetable stand. “I'll give you two if you take one of those cucumbers and hold it next to your cock for a picture.”
	Sayako chuckled. “Sure.” She found the biggest cucumber they had, let her coat fall open and placed it alongside her hard cock. Even the biggest cucumber available was much smaller than her member.
	Sabrina scoffed quietly. “So easy.” She said.
	“You want a dare?” Sayako said as she accepted her two quarters from Tara.
	(SABRINA: 10, TARA: 10, SAYAKO: 10, ANNA: 11, GABRIELLA: 9)
	“I'll give you three to stick anything out here up your butt and walk out of here with it.”
	Sabrina was struck silent. She looked around for something that might not be so bad. It wasn't the size that was troubling her, but... generally, food doesn't enter the body this way. It was weird.
	“Not the baby carrots.” Sayako said. “Unless you do the whole bag, which would be interesting.”
	Sabrina browsed the produce nervously. Dicks were designed to go up asses; anyone who'd tried anal would tell you that. But even the hardest dick had a built-in 'give' in the spongy tissue. She was afraid she'd really hurt herself doing something like this.
	Sayako sighed. “Fine, then.” Sayako bent over and fed the big cucumber into her ass, leaving a few inches out the end. She looked back to see if anyone else saw. If they had, they'd probably have the same shocked look as Sabrina.
	Tara would not let this opportunity pass her by, as she selected a carrot, larger than average, and slipped it into her rear, the leafy green stem hanging from under her coat like a horse's tail. Anna walked past and took a cucumber of her own, talking herself out of the stout parsnip.
	Sabrina looked to her compatriots with horror, but they quickly joined her as they saw Gabriella checking out a butternut squash. They all insisted she put it back, funny as it would be to see that trick.
	The women left the stand without being noticed or paying, though Sayako 'dropped' a $20 bill within sight of the cashier. That made them even in her books. They went into an alley that opened into a small open space between all the businesses. It was slightly more secluded than the street, so they could remove their produce in relative privacy.
	Sabrina looked to the stolen vegetables with great dismay, her hand entering her pocket and pulling out her quarters. She passed three to everyone who had met the bet that she had failed, passing out nine quarters in total and leaving herself with only one.
	(SABRINA:1, TARA: 13, SAYAKO: 13, ANNA: 14: GABRIELLA: 9)
	“Holy crap, I'm broke!” She cried. “What the hell am I going to do now? Do I lose?”
	“You just need to sack up and earn some money back.” Anna said.
	“How much to eat that cucumber?” Tara pointed to the one that was inside Anna's ass.
	“I don't like cucumber.” Sabrina said. “I'm certainly not going to eat the whole thing.” Anna looked wounded for a second, but Sabrina took the cucumber from her and rubbed it all over her tongue. “It's not because of where it was, I swear. I just really don't like cucumber and I don't want to barf.”
	Anna took the cucumber back, now not sure what to do with it. “I'll give you four quarters to flash someone. A woman! Someone who won't immediately forget. And if they like it, jack it off and fill that condom.”
	Sabrina sighed, wondering how much choice she had. They couldn't make her pay up if she didn't do it, but... well, they were out there to play a game, right? Sabrina looked out to the street to find her candidate, until one found her.
	“Sabrina!”
	She gasped. Anna laughed from the other end of the alley. It was one of Sabrina's classmates, Wanda. She was probably one year older than her, with curly blonde hair and blue windbreaker and yoga pants. They weren't exactly friends, but they'd had more than one class together, so they knew each other.
	Wanda crossed the street to see Sabrina. “Hey, how are you? Haven't seen you around. Why are you dressed like that?”
	Without answering her question, Sabrina parted her coat and flashed her cock at her. Wanda's eyed widened. “Oh, my God.” Wanda looked everywhere else but at the cock and into Sabrina's eyes. When her eyes came inevitably back to the cock, Sabrina's hand was on it, jacking it through the condom. “Oh, my God.” She repeated. “I don't know why you're showing me this, but sure.” Wanda looked like she wanted to leave, but something was holding her there. Sabrina's face was as red as a tomato, but when their eyes locked again, Sabrina moaned and came into the condom.
	Wanda watched as the condom bloated and filled with a long teardrop shape, the condom inching off her cock as she needed more rubber to fill with her come. Sabrina almost lost her balance as an involuntary shudder pushed her forward. Wanda caught her by the shoulder to steady her. When she was finished, the condom was full except for the very end of it covering the tip of her cock, which she pinched off and tied shut without even thinking.
	Wanda saw the balloon full of come and looked back to Sabrina. “OK, well, good chat.” She patted her shoulder. “I'll see you in class.” She walked around the corner and back into the city.
	Anna approached her first, Sabrina trying to catch her breath. Sabrina playfully tossed the condom at Anna's face. It bounced off her face and fell to the ground. Anna held her face and winced.
	“I'm sorry! I thought it would break!” Sabrina ran to her side. “Are you hurt?”
	“That did actually hurt. You rammed my glasses into my nose.” Anna said. “But it's OK.” They kissed quickly. “You got me back for the spanking.”
	“Um...” Wanda's voice returned from behind them. Sabrina turned around and saw Wanda had returned, her body language different. She was pressing herself against her yoga pants without trying to look obvious about it. “W-we're having a party at my sorority soon, and I was wondering if you wanted to come. I think I'd like to introduce you to my sisters.”
	Sabrina laughed under her breath. She'd never once been invited to any party, much less at a sorority. “Sure.” They exchanged numbers and Wanda said goodbye, but struggled to separate herself from Sabrina. When she'd left a few seconds ago, it looked like she couldn't wait to get out of there, but now... it was a struggled to tear herself away.
	Wanda eventually left them, and Sabrina turned back to the group. One of Anna's arms had been pulled back into her coat like a cartoon turtle, the sleeve hanging breezily to the side. Anna appeared to be masturbating under her coat, but if you didn't know what she was equipped with, what she was doing made no sense. Anna passed her four quarters with her other hand.
	(SABRINA:5, TARA: 13, SAYAKO: 13, ANNA: 10: GABRIELLA: 9)
	“Watching Wanda get turned on by Sabrina really got you motor running, huh?” Tara said with a smile, bending to pick up the come-filled condom from the ground. She dusted off stray gravel and stones that stuck to it from the pavement. “How much to eat your own come out of the condom?”
	Sabrina sneered. “It's been on the ground.”
	Tara turned the bauble over, so the knot faced the ground. “Not this part.” Sabrina took a seat on a stoop in the alleyway and Tara tried to pierce the latex with her nails without success. She had to lean in and pierce it with her canine tooth, allowing a slow dribble of come from the balloon that Sabrina luxuriously ate and lapped up as it drizzled on her cheeks and nose. Tara wrung the balloon out, getting as much as she could like the last bit of toothpaste. She tossed the condom into an open trash can and gave Sabrina two coins, even though no price had been agreed upon.
	(SABRINA:7, TARA: 11, SAYAKO: 13, ANNA: 10: GABRIELLA: 9)
	Anna pushed her way forward and opened her coat, pointing her cock right at Sabrina's face and continued pounding it. Her coat fell off her left shoulder, as her arm wasn't in the sleeve, and the coat slipped down off her other shoulder until if only stayed on her by her right elbow.
	“Sabrina, I'll give you three if you go buy more condoms with my come on your face.” She huffed quickly.
	Sabrina smiled and stared at Anna's mostly-red cock. “Do I get the come on my face even if I say no?” Anna didn't answer, and Sabrina put her lips around Anna's cock, twirling her tongue around the end like a Tootstie Pop. Anna almost slapped her in the lips a few times with her hand as she jacked her cock. Sabrina wanted to push it all down her throat, but she didn't know when she'd climax and she didn't want to waste any that could decorate her face.
	Tara hissed as she opened her coat, gazing at Anna's amazing naked body. “Damn, Anna, you can't just flash that ass at me...” Tara pushed her cock in Anna's pussy.
	Gabriella gently sidled over to Sayako and gently tapped her side with her elbow. “Should we join?” She asked gently.
	Sayako shook her head. “I can hold back for now. I've had this longer than you have. I know how to stay in control.” Gabriella responded by getting on her tiptoes and kissing her on the cheek. Sayako turned, feeling a flutter in her heart as Gabriella smiled innocently, biting her fingernail. Sayako dipped down and kissed Gabriella on her amazingly soft lips. Their lips twisted around against each other, Sayako moving over and pressing the smaller woman against the brick wall. At over a foot taller than Gabriella, she was bent far over to keep kissing her. Gabriella then moved her head into Sayako's breasts, rubbing her face and tongue against her ever-present cleavage.
	Now that Sayako was standing at her full height, Gabriella reached under Sayako's coat and fondled her balls. Even one of the hot orbs barely fit in her hand. Sayako could only kiss at the top of Gabriella's head.
	Gabriella slipped further down and got to her knees, licking at the balls, holding them still in one hand like an apple and licking them all over. She could suck on it, but like everything else on Sayako's body, it would not fit entirely into her mouth. She opened her coat to free her tits, pressing them together around Sayako's balls. Sayako was surprised; this was actually a new one, enveloping her balls in warm titty flesh and (thankfully, very gently) rolling them around within.
	Tara's attention was divided between trying to capture good shots of both scenes while still giving Anna the business. Anna finally came and shot an impressive load at Sabrina's face. Her ejaculation was so voluminous, she expected to leave a silhouette of Sabrina's head against the wall behind her like a cartoon character smoking an exploding cigar.
	Sabrina resisted all her instincts to open her mouth and accept the reward, and kept it shut as Anna glazed her face with jizz. Tara came hard into Anna's pussy, come falling into a puddle at their feet in the alley.
	Sabrina carefully opened her eyes. She stood without a word and walked out of the alley, Tara followed her to get pictures of the spectacle. Sabrina did indeed walk up to the same puzzled clerk and buy a box of the same inexplicable pink XXXL condoms with her face coated in jizz, a drop of it hanging off the end of her nose. She also bought a bottle of water.
	She returned to the slightly secluded back alley the others were in. She returned to her seat, opened her coat, and squeezed the bottle in her face like a marathon runner, rinsing the come off her face. Gabriella took the bottle for her own body under her coat, still soaked with drying come. Sabrina offered it to get the blue slushy off Sayako's balls, but Gabriella had rendered them clean without even meaning to.
	Sabrina shook her head back and forth, slinging the water from her short hair. She stood, waiting for Anna to pay up. She gave her three coins.
	(SABRINA: 10, TARA: 11, SAYAKO: 13, ANNA: 7, GABRIELLA: 9)
	"Sabrina, I'll give you and Anna three each if you walk into a bank with Anna standing behind you with her cock in you."
	They left their cozy alley and returned to the street to find a bank. Anna got herself hard and slipped her cock into Sabrina's pussy. They entered the bank, walking in sync like a sideways three-legged race. The others couldn't watch this one, as several women dressed similarly, one with a camera... it might attract too much attention.
	Sabrina and Anna stood in line for three minutes before a teller opened up. They drew a few stares as people wondered why they were staying so close, but just like Tara jacking Gabriella off, they couldn't have known what was really happening.
	Sabrina filled out a form and withdrew a hundred dollars from her savings account. As she completed the form, Anna saw Sabrina's signature for the first time.
	"Your last name is Cox?" She snickered.
	"Shut up." Sabrina said. A moment passed, and Sabrina turned as much as she could to face Anna. "Your last name is Johnson!"
	"Oh, yeah." Anna said. Sabrina took her money and put it in her pocket. They slowly left the bank together, separating from one another where it wouldn't draw attention. Sayako paid up.
	(SABRINA: 13, TARA: 11, SAYAKO: 7, ANNA, 10, GABRIELLA: 9)
	"Now I'm the only one who hasn't come yet." Sayako said. "Anyone have any more ideas?"
	Most of them shrugged.
	"I was going to dare Sabrina to let me fuck her ass out here, but..." Sayako didn't finish her sentence.
	"What? I'll do it, sure."
	"No, but... giving you quarters to let me have sex with you... is that just prostitution?"
	"No, that doesn't count." Tara said. "It's money, but we're not using it as money. Maybe we should have used poker chips or marbles or Monopoly money or something else."
	"I couldn't believe you didn't own Monopoly. Who doesn't own Monopoly? At least, then we could say, 'I'll give you ten thousand to do this,' instead of feeling so cheap with the quarters." Anna asked.
	“Did you ever hear the one...” Gabriella spoke up. “There's an old married couple, and they need money, so the old woman says, 'I'm going to turn tricks,' so she's gone all day, and comes back with four hundred dollars and twenty-five cents. The old man asks, 'who gave you twenty five cents?' And she says, 'everybody.' ”
	A door to one of the establishments opened before anyone could react to the joke. A mustached office worker walked out, moved a brick into the doorway with his foot to keep it from closing, and pulled a cigarette out from his pocket. He lit it and took a drag before noticing the women standing in the hallway.
	"Hello." He said, a little confused. Gabriella smiled and broke from the group, walking forward.
	"Want to see something cool?" She asked him, not waiting for the response before opening the top buttons of her coat, revealing her impressive breasts.
	The guy smiled and chuckled once. Clearly, that was the highlight of his work day. "Nice." Gabriella didn't put them back right away, so he stared at them, and back at her, uncertain what was expected of him. "Now what? What do you want me to do?"
	"Want to see something even cooler?" Gabriella asked. The man nodded, and Gabriella opened her coat the rest of the way, revealing her huge turgid cock.
	The man leaned back, the lit cigarette falling out of his mouth. He forgot where he was, perhaps who he was. Gabriella closed up her coat and pulled the door open into the unknown building, gesturing for the others to follow. Anna was last, "accidentally" kicking the rock out of the way of the door, locking the stunned man out.
	They could hear telephones ring, light conversations, file cabinets being opened and closed. It was a regular office of unknown purpose. Nobody had noticed them yet. They walked into the stairwell, every step in their high heels pounding loudly against the stairs. Just the thought of the sound bringing someone from one of these floors to investigate, the thrilling feeling of nearly being discovered drove Tara wild.
	They went to the top of the stairwell, hoping to gain access to the roof. The door leading to roof access was locked, sadly, so they stopped their party in the top floor of the stairwell. There was a door that led to the offices, and a window you could see the parking lot from.
	Tara sidled up behind Sayako. "Sayako, I'll give you three if you can jerk it out the window and hit the nearest car and make them think the biggest bird in the world just pooped all over it."
	Sayako scoffed. "Funny as that would be, I don't think I can actually reach it."
	"Before you try, what happens if she tries and fails, rather than refusing? Does she pay you?" Anna asked.
	"I think nothing happens. We don't exchange any money." Tara said. "But if you're willing to jack off out the window, I'll give it to you anyway."
	Sayako shrugged and unbuttoned her coat, opening the window and sticking her cock out the window. She doubted anyone from the ground could see her, and none of the surrounding buildings were tall enough to have floor parallel to hers. It was like this was meant to be.
	Despite having not come all day, Sayako pounded her cock hard to no result. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, but she wasn't even close to orgasm. Maybe it's because there was nothing erotic about the city skyline she was looking at. She looked down to her own large breasts, her even larger cock, trying to stir the lust inside her... but she couldn't come.
	"What's taking so long?" Anna said. "This isn't rocket science."
	"You know..." Sayako released her cock and turned sharply to face Anna, slapping her cock against the window frame gently. "I very rarely masturbate. Even when I do, I don't always come. All the times I have masturbated to completion, I swear I feel the same way I did before maybe ten minutes later. I can't spend an hour masturbating for ten minutes of pure thoughts, so I just try to keep in control. If I did jerk it twice or three times a day, or however many I would need, how well do you think I would have performed for Tara when we finally met?"
	"Ok, jeez." Anna backed off. "You don't have to bite my head off."
	"I just don't like you acting like I don't know how to use it. I've had this a lot longer than you, and you know that I know how to use it." Sayako sighed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that, but... nobody's ever criticized my sexual technique before. I didn't realize that would bother me so much until you said it."
	"Let me see if I can help." Tara stepped up as a peacemaker. She took off her heels, unhooked the garter of her left stocking and let it fall down her leg like a snakeskin. She freed her foot and reached out with one leg, clasping the bit of skin between the shaft of her cock and her balls between her first and second toe. Sayako gasped. "See, we just have to help her out."
	Tara rubbed her foot along Sayako's cock. She panted. She brought her cock back out the window. Gabriella and Tara joined in. Gabriella climbed under Sayako's cock and stood on her hands, and Tara stood above Sayako's cock. Tara rubbed her vulva against the top of Sayako's cock, Gabriella rubbing hers against the underside as Tara held Gabriella's legs up. Gabriella took hold of Sayako's thighs, pulled herself upwards and helped herself to licking Sayako's tantalizingly pendulous balls.
	Sabrina and Anna joined in, standing behind Sayako, hoisting her tits with both hands and suckling on her tits. They plunged their middle fingers into Sayako's ass in a rhythm, one entering as the other was withdrawn.
	Sayako's hands found the backs of Sabrina and Anna's heads, no longer needed on her cock. Sayako shuddered and moaned, holding back an orgasm. She really wanted this to fly. She squirmed, feeling Tara's wet pussy trickle hot fluids against her engorged cock.
	Sayako's knees turned towards each other, her legs making the shape of an upside-down Y. She could hold back if her life depended on it, but decided to let go. Sayako's back arched and she came right out the window. Her eyes were closed, so she didn't see, but  her come only shot out about ten or twelve feet before splattering over the green awning that covered the entrance.
	Sayako looked down, disappointed. The others had to support her to keep her on her feet. She was panting hard. "I haven't come like that in a long time."
	"What a waste..." Gabriella said, looking out the window after returning to her feet.
	"I wonder which one of us can come the furthest..." Anna said.
	This gave Tara an idea.




Chapter 26: Sayako's Thirteen

	They managed to sneak into the boardroom of this office, where nobody was. Tara had summoned a self-retracting measuring tape from somewhere in the office, the kind carpenters used and someone eventually covered segments of with fabric and sold to teenagers as slap bracelets in the nineties. (Seriously! Take the rubber or fabric off one of those slap bracelets and you'll see it's made of an old recycled metal measuring tape strip! Who decided that was a good idea, encouraging kids to slap pieces of unsanded metal on their wrists? God, the nineties were silly.)
	The boardroom was about one hundred sixty feet long, with enough space on either side of the table to fit a person. But most importantly, it had lovely black carpeting.
	“I bet seven that mine will go the furthest.” Sabrina said.
	Sayako turned to her. “If we all take that bet, you won't have enough quarters to cover it.”
	“I'll work off my debt somehow, then.” Sabrina said.
	Tara volunteered to go first. She sat in the corner of the board room with her back against the wall. They agreed that they were free to help each other out in whatever way they could. What counted was how far the furthest drop of come landed.
	After walking around half-nude for so long, the garters and stocking seemed pointless. The ladies all removed their garters, rolled their stockings off their legs and removed their shoes. All their coats had come to rest in a pile on the table.
	Tara jacked her cock slowly to get ready. The others bent down to kiss her cock as she worked it, slowly wetting her cock with spit and lip gloss. Sayako bent further down and planted her mouth right on Tara's pussy, swirling her tongue against it, and soon after, inside it. She sucked the sweet nectar from within, and when she had her fill, her cheeks nearly puffed with the sweet stuff, she brought her wet mouth to Tara's. Their tongues twisted together, Tara moaning deeply, her heart thumping and her toes curling. She was too aroused to be embarrassed how much she loved tasting her own sweet pussy. If she could reach her mouth to her own pussy, she would have everything she could want in this moment.
	Her cock would have to do, for now. Tara brought her cock upwards between her breasts and into her mouth. Her precum leaked generously into her mouth, combining with the remaining taste of pussy. The flavors were, of course, a perfect combination, like peanut butter and jelly. It drove Tara wild; her right hand went to her pussy and her second and third fingers vanished inside her, massaging her insides rapidly. Parting her lips allowed a small river of aroused fluids trickle out her pussy, absorbed invisibly into the dark carpet.
	Tara could barely tear herself away from her own cock, but she knew if she kept it up, it would all go down her throat. This could be a lot of fun (let's be real, it was always fun!), but that wasn't what she was trying to do here. She switched her hand out of her pussy to whack off her cock, bringing the other hand into her pussy. Her right hand was slick with warm come, which painted her cock as she hammered it, edging closer and closer.
	Tara took in a big breath and held it. All her muscles tensed. Her heart was pounding in her ears. Her entire face grew red. She cheated a bit on her held breath and took in a quick inhale, giving herself a little more time.
	She opened her eyes and saw Gabriella spread out on the floor in front of her, awaiting the white rain to coat her in hot jizz. The look of unbridled desire Gabriella gave Tara finally set her off the edge. With cramping muscles all up Tara's arms, she pounded as hard as she could until she could hold back no more.
	She came at about a forty-five degree angle, seemingly the most effective angle for distance. Her first spurt of come launched well past Gabriella, the second and third ones reaching almost as far, but as her come started to drop off, she got up on her knees to point it directly as Gabriella, painting her dark body with pearly white come.
	Once her cock had finally released its gifts onto Gabriella's welcoming form, Tara wanted to grab her and kiss her, lick the come from her tits, stick something in her ass... but instead, she hit the carpet hard, flat on her back, shiny with sweat, gasping for breath. She barely pulled herself into a sitting position to watch as Sayako held the end of the measuring tape against the corner as Anna brought it to the last speck of come on the black carpeting. Measuring from the back wall might give Sayako a few inches of advantage, but they would only worry about that if it came to a tiebreaker.
	"Twenty-four feet, seven inches." Anna announced.
	Tara whistled. "That sounds like a lot."
	"It is. Look how far away I am." Anna said, releasing the break on the measuring tape. The tape rattled noisily as it retracted into the base.
	Sayako angrily shushed Anna. "We're still trying to hide in here, remember?" She said in a half-whisper.
	"I hope they find us here. We'll show them all their money can't buy them big cocks like ours." Anna smiled. She noticed Sabrina, who was squirming, hands hovering on her cock like she was afraid to touch it.
	"Can I go next?" Sabrina begged. "I don't think I can wait any longer."
	"Sure." Anna said. The others moved to the other side of the room, where a large stretch of clean carpet awaited Sabrina. All eyes fell on her, as she assumed her spot against the wall. Sabrina reached behind her and put two fingers up her ass. Anna chuckled. Sabrina was becoming such a sexy little freak. Anna strode over to offer the tip of her cock to Sabrina, a crystal drop of precum hanging from it like glacial runoff. Sabrina extended her tongue and caught it.
	The flavor of Anna's come hit Sabrina's brain. Sabrina responded like snapping brand new batteries into a toy on Christmas morning. Her other hand went to her cock and jerked it hard and fast. She squealed and came a fountain of come a come off into the distance. Gabriella had to dive to be under the fountain, letting more hot come sprinkle down on her. The come that couldn't make the distance started to dribble down her cock like a science fair volcano. Sabrina gathered it in her cupped hands before it could reach the end of her cock, brought it to her mouth and slurped it up, licking the remainder from her fingers.
	Sabrina caught her breath, though not nearly as visibly exhausted as Tara. Everyone eyeing her caused her to blush. She scooted away from the corner so Sayako and Anna could make the official measurement.
	"Thirty-three feet, ten inches."
	"Oh, no way!" Tara whined loudly.
	"Ssshhh!" Came the shush from Sayako, still not in the mood to be caught.
	They moved all the way down the long room to the other corners, where the carpet was still untouched by their seed. Anna was next, and Sabrina offered to help her. She fellated her for a start, then pushed her own newly stiff cock into Anna's pussy. The others were unsure if this counted as cheating, but so long as Anna's ejaculation started from the same position the others did, it would be fair.
	Sabrina was embarrassed with everyone watching her fuck her lover, but she was learning today she could get into being watched. She asked Anna to warn her when she was getting close. When she was, Sabrina pulled out and rammed her hot, slick cock into Anna's mouth. Sabrina lost control, grabbed Anna's head and came violently down her throat. Anna felt like molten steel was pouring into her stomach. She came without ever wanking her cock, though she did hold it at the right angle to give it the furthest trajectory.
	Tara took up Anna's duty as measuring girl, a job she always loved. "Twenty-two-feet, one inch." She looked back and saw Gabriella again rolling around on the ground, rubbing the leftover come on herself. She was finally ready for her to try it for herself.
	She sat in the last corner. Gabriella delicately pulled down her mostly retracted foreskin and fully revealed the tip of her cock. She brushed it gently with her thumb, which sent lightning bolts of pleasure through her body. She jerked it a few times, but after all this, she wanted more than her own hand.
	"Tara, could you help me?" She asked sweetly. Tara moved in, and Gabriella placed her cock between Tara's tits, rocking it up and down. Tara dipped her head forward to take Gabriella's sensitive cock head in her mouth as it passed between her tits. Her foreskin rolled back over the cock as it went down. Tara pulled Gabriella's cock from her tits to investigate this. She'd never spent much time looking at an uncut cock before. She pushed her hand up the cock and the foreskin gathered up to the top in a cute little hood with a small aperture.
	Tara worked her tongue into the loose foreskin, and tickled the tip lurking within. Gabriella moaned and bit her lip. Tara pulled her head further up, keeping the foreskin in her lips, stretching it gently upwards until it came loose from her mouth and snapped back into place. It didn't look like that hurt at all. Gabriella was loving every bit of it.
	Tara slowly, ever so slowly, took Gabriella's cock into her mouth and down her throat. Once there, Tara just left it there, feeling this burning hot log inside her as her nose was just above Gabriella's crotch. Tara extended her lip to try to tease Gabriella's pussy a bit, but she couldn't reach.
	Backing away, Tara let the cock slide out her mouth with an audible and quite relieved gasp. “I don't know if I can do this by myself. Can I get some assistance?”
	Gabriella felt four hands whacking her cock, one atop the other, slowly jerking her as each of them took a section of her cock. This proved cumbersome, so they all started licking it and kissing it instead, each trying to get a good angle. The four hot tongues teasing Gabriella's cock got her close enough to take command, grabbing her joystick and hammering it to a teeth-clenched orgasm. Her seed sprayed across the room, with nobody to dive under it appreciatively.
	Anna took the measurement. “Twenty-two feet, seven inches.”
	“Wow, Sabrina's way ahead. It's up to you, Sayako.”
	There was no corner left for Sakayo to use, so instead, she took a rest atop the boardroom table itself, sitting on the edge of the table where the boss might sit, judging on the size of the chair wheeled up to this end. She sat dead center on the edge, her feet spread apart and hanging off the sides. Sayako took hold of her cock and started jacking it at a medium pace, her balls pulled forward with every stroke and coming back down against the table with a thud, like a dog's tail thumping happily against the wall as it wagged.
	Anna playfully unbuckled one of Sayako's high heels. Her foot free, she slid her tongue along it, from heel to big toe, her lips surrounding her big toe to be sucked as enthusiastically as any of their cocks. Sabrina joined in on the other foot, licking it and rubbing it against her face.
	Tara and Gabriella took one of Sayako's tits each and planted their eager lips around the nipple, suckling them and lifting the wonderful orbs of soft warm flesh.
	Sabrina got up from the floor. “Could you inch back a bit?” She coaxed Sayako back a bit.
	“Why?” Sayako kept wanking as her buttocks left the edge of the boardroom table. Sabrina immediately slammed her cock up Sayako's ass and pounded it.
	Anna muscled her way in. “I want in, too.”
	Sayako looked behind her, over her shoulder, noticing that Anna wasn't trying to park in her currently unoccupied pussy. “That won't work. You can't both be up there.”
	“Sure, it'll be fine.”
	“If I can't fit in Gabriella, there's no way two dicks can fit up my ass!” She rose her voice to what could barely still qualify as a whisper.
	“We can do it! I believe it!” Anna cried. She grunted a few times, thrusting against the opening like a fat man trying to leave a crowded elevator. “OK, you're right. It's not going to work.”
	In the time Anna had spend on this flight of fancy, Gabriella had climbed under Sayako and delivered her long member into Sayako's pussy and folded her breasts along Sayako's cock. Not about to be left out, she beat Tara to Sayako's mouth, leaving Tara to stand between Sabrina and Sayako, rubbing her breasts against Sayako's back and her cock against her spine.
	It was the perfect union, five organisms moving as one. The pleasures here were as sublime as in the wildest orgies of Morocco, the spiritual clarity as profound as any Tibetan monastery. And they had found it here, inside this random office building.
	Sayako came like she'd hardly ever felt before, her come splattering down on the desk in an arc like a water fountain. The others removed themselves from Sayako, reserving their come for the possiblilty of a tie-breaker round.
	Anna took the measurement from the furthest edge of the puddle of ejaculate Sayako had created.
	“Eleven feet?” Anna said, confused.
	“Yes!!” Sabrina cheered, her hands clenched into fists above her head.
	“Shhh!” Sayako shushed.
	“I was right!” Sabrina smiled. “I knew I would win! Because I have the smallest cock, which means I must have the narrowest urethra, which means my come comes out proportionally faster! Science rules!”
	Anna was just a little proud of Sabrina. Science did rule.
	“Pay up, ladies!” They all went for their coats to retrieve their quarters and gave her seven apiece.
	(SABRINA: 41, TARA: 4, SAYAKO: 0, ANNA, 3, GABRIELLA: 2)
	Sabrina finally felt powerful. She didn't even bother to count to see if anyone had stiffed her. “I'll pay you five to sell me your coats, so I can do anything I want to them.”
	Tara had the most with four, so nobody could afford to turn this down. Sabrina set down the stack of quarters on the table, a few loose one rolling off the edge of the desk. Sabrina grabbed the pile of coats in her arms and marched to a hitherto unnoticed open window. Sayako saw what was coming, running over to stop it, but she was too late. Over her repeated 'no's' growing louder, Sabrina threw all the coats out the windows, fluttering clumsily down to who knows where.
	The look of confused horror on the naked women was contrasted strongly by Sabrina's half-insane smile and full erection. Sayako stood there, frozen except her heavy breathing tossing her breasts about. “What have you done?” She choked.
	There was a very long pause. The only sound was the air coming out of the air conditioning vents. Gabriella finally spoke up. “She won.”
	The other started to gather around Sayako. The sudden rise in the stakes, the notion that they were now on the trapeze without a net, that they were now completely vulnerable and exposed... it was hot. Their cocks rose with their excited hearts thumping like timpani. Sayako continued to stare at Sabrina like the disapproving parent watching her child carve her initials into the side of the car with a rock.
	Plans flew through Sayako's mind like a hurricane. Maybe they could get home if they used the curtains. Maybe they could wrap up in trash bags from the utility closet. Maybe they could pull the fire alarm and wear the abandoned articles home. Maybe they could walk in a pentagon face-to-face, so all their cocks would go unseen. Maybe she was going to strangle Sabrina to fucking death once they got home.
	With a gentle tremble in her hand and voice, Sayako asked, as calmly as she could, “How are we going to get home?”
	Click. The sound of the doorknob turning may as well have been a gunshot right through Sayako's heart. Before she or anyone else could dive for cover, the door opened and a fiftyish bearded man wearing glasses and a blue jumpsuit, wheeling a vacuum cleaner into the board room.
	He looked up, straight at them. None of them breathed. The janitor walked forward, plugged his vacuum into the wall and started vacuuming the new carpet, the gobs of jizz no longer plainly visible.
	The janitor looked up again, looked at the women... and continued vacuuming the floor. He noticed a quarter on the floor, stopped to pick it up and put it in his pocket.
	“What's happening?” Anna mouthed, slightly exaggerating the words to be understood without making sound.
	Tara, never one to be intimidated by janitorial staff, walked forward slowly until she was within arms reach. He did not notice or engage her at all. It was as if she was a ghost. She stood directly in front of him and he did nothing. She even gave her cock a few wanks just to see if made a difference. The man bumped the vacuum into Tara's foot. Tara jumped back a step with a gentle “ow.”
	The man looked around for the source of the voice. “Is someone there?' He turned around and made sure he'd shut the door all the way. He shrugged and returned to his vacuuming, passing Tara by without any acknowledgment.
	Everyone was staring at him now. Somehow, in a room full of nude cocked women, they were all staring at a man that showed them no interest. The janitor came closer to Sabrina. Her shyer instinct took over, and her hands went over her cock.
	The man stopped. He squinted in Sabrina's direction. Tara wrenched one of Sabrina's hands away from her cock, again exposing her hard-on. Sabrina's cheeks grew a deep red, feeling so exposed and vulnerable.
	The man leaned back, shrugged, and took off his glasses to clean them on his sleeve.
	“Are we invisible?” Anna mouthed.
	Sayako stepped closer, quietly as she could, putting one foot up on the windowsill. She waved her hand at him, but she figured if anything would get his attention, it was her fifteen-inch fire hose twitching with every beat of her heart.
	The janitor passed to her right, and Sayako blew gently at his face. He smacked his cheek like a mosquito had buzzed in his ear. He spun around, looking for where it had come from. The open window was on the other side of the room. He sighed and continued vacuuming.
	The door opened again. All the nude women resisted the urge to cover themselves. A man in a suit came through the door. He was about thirty, with sharp features and black hair slicked back. He appeared as oblivious to the women's presence as the janitor.
	“Hey, man, I'm sorry to tell you this...” The younger man said. “Someone threw up in the men's room.”
	The janitor turned off the vacuum cleaner. “What? I'm sorry, I didn't see you come in.”
	Anna definitely mouthed something like, “What the fuck is going on?”
	“Someone threw up in the men's room. Like, on the floor.”
	The janitor shrugged, unperturbed. “No big. I'll get on that right now.” He left the vacuum cleaner where it was and left with the younger man.
	The door clicked shut. They all took a badly needed breath.
	“So... this goes beyond just being stupefied.” Anna said. “Their brains literally couldn't deal with seeing us. It was like we weren't even there.”
	“Did you notice that he started to see you when you covered your cock, Sabrina?” Tara said. “We all need to be uncovered and hard. All five of us, like the Planeteers.”
	“How are we going to get out of here?” Sabrina said.
	“We're going to walk right out the door. They won't see us.”
	Sabrina looked to Sayako the way a child looks at Dad when Mom says no. Sayako shrugged. “It's worth a shot. Otherwise, we're stuck here.”
	The boardroom door opened, and the five women exited, leaving their shoes behind to not make any footsteps. No one was in the hall. They started to walk, and a businessman came around a corner. Sabrina buried a gasp in her throat, her face burning with embarrassment.
	The businessman walked right past them without ever acknowledging them.
	“See, it'll be fine.” Tara whispered. “If you think you're getting soft... just jack it a bit, like I'm doing.” Tara had started gently tugging on her cock as she walked.
	An office door flew open, and several men left the room. The women lined against the wall to avoid being walked into, but again, not a one noticed the five women with huge cocks, most of them now tugging at it.
	“Aren't the stairs the other way?” Anna asked.
	“We're going to take the elevator.” Tara said, leading them into the lobby of the office. Before they got to the elevator, they passed the receptionist's desk. She typed  away at her computer until she glanced over at the group. Her mouth dropped and she dropped the phone held between her ear and shoulder.
	A kiss blown from Tara shot the woman back into her seat, trembling and near orgasmic, reaching out towards them as they entered the elevator. Anna tapped the 'door close' button repeatedly and the dual doors closed, hiding the crowded office entrance and numerous businessmen to whom they'd been rendered invisible.
	For a moment, they could breathe again. Whether they could be seen or not, to be alone was a relief. Tara spoke up as she felt the elevator move. “So... does the scientist have an explanation for this?”
	“Me?” Anna pointed her thumb at herself. “The hell if I know. It'd be interesting to do some experiments to see why men seem to get stupified. What if we put Sayako behind a curtain or showed them a picture of her cock alone. What would they think?”
	“Remember that cabbie we flashed?” Tara said to Sayako.
	“Yeah, I think we legitimately traumatized him.” Sayako said. “I still think that was wrong.”
	They all gasped slowly as they felt the elevator slow before reaching the lobby. The doors opened. Sabrina was in the middle of the elevator, and everyone moved back towards the walls. Two men entered the elevator, both dressed in suits and with their hair nicely styled.
	Sabrina's hands involuntarily went towards her cock, but Anna and Gabriella, to either side of her, grabbed her hands and held them away from her body. Sabrina was mortified, but had to remind herself that the men who were right in front of her, even when they seemingly made eye contact, they could not see her. They turned around and stood right in front of her as the elevator resumed.
	“Did you see the ball game last night?” One of the men said.
	“Oh, yeah. Those extra innings were brutal.”
	“No, I mean the hockey game.”
	“Hockey doesn't have a ball.”
	“The puck's round. I still call it 'the ball game' because my grandpa said that.”
	“Holy shit.” Thought Tara. “Is this really what men talk about when there are no women around?” Thank goodness they started making women with dicks.
	The elevator slowed down again. Anna mouthed a phrase that can only be expressed properly with a complete lack of punctuation: “FUCK”
	Three more men packed into the elevator. The girls pressed as far into the wall as they could, some of the men making contact with their bodies. How they couldn't feel their presence, they didn't know. But one of the first two men to get on stepped back and pressed his ass right up against Sabrina's cock.
	Whatever exercises this guy was doing... they worked. Here were those buns of steel the ladies all seemed to be looking for. Maybe this guy biked to work every day. Whatever the cause, with her arms still restrained, Sabrina pinched her eyes shut and buried a whimper in her mouth as she came on the guy's ass.
	The sound of come splattering to the ground was the first thing to catch the man's attention. He saw a white puddle on the ground and felt a moist feeling on his rear.
	He turned around. Sabrina wrestled her hands free and covered her face, the reddest any of them had ever seen it. The man still could not see her.
	“What happened?” The other man said. “Did you sit on a cake?”
	“I... don't think so?” The unfortunate man answered. “But it IS Magaggie's first birthday.”
	They laughed. “Do you think Magaggie knows her name is a Simpsons' reference. She might not have been born when that episode aired.”
	“I don't know, Bort.”
	The elevator finally reached the lobby, and all the men left. Sabrina almost collapsed, so deeply mortified by what happened. Anna was there to catch her.
	“Don't worry about it.” She held her tightly. “Nobody saw it but us. There's nothing to be embarrassed about, oh fuck--” The door almost slid shut again as Sayako couldn't get her arm out in time, the door closing on her cock. She groaned, taking momentary hold of it as she walked out of the elevator with the others in tow.
	The lobby of this office building was mostly glass windows showing the other shops and buildings nearby. It felt more 'outside' than actually being outside, dozens of potentials eyes on them. They persisted, Sabrina getting her cock hard again to make sure the illusion would work.
	They walked as a unit, elbows linked to make sure all five cocks were visible from the front. Uncertain they could navigate a revolving door in that orientation, they went out the handicap door.
	The quintet went around the back of the building to the alley they'd found earlier. The coats were still nowhere to be found. Maybe they'd landed on an awning or nearby roof. Maybe a hobo had collected all five and was now the most cold-resistant person outside Perdition.
	Sayako sighed, and they kept walking. Very few people gave them attention, as they walked or skateboarded by. One woman walking her dog released the leash, which Sayako quickly caught. The woman's mouth opened, her eyes rolled back in her head. The others managed to catch her before she fell to the unyielding concrete, hurting herself.
	They brought her to rest on a step in front of a diner, tying the dog's leash to the door handle. Tara left only a lip print kiss on her forehead behind as they continued traveling, finally, to Sayako's car.
	They took their seats in her car, Sayako in the driver's seat, Tara in the passenger's seat, and Gabriella in the middle of the backseat, snuggled between Anna and Sabrina.
	“Sabrina, can you please never put us in that situation again?” Sayako asked.
	Sabrina's answer from the back was short. “It was all part of the game.”
	Sayako nodded. “I guess so.”
	“I couldn't tell if you were enjoying yourself or not in the elevator.” Anna said.
	“Well, I jizzed all over the place, so...” Sabrina smiled, blushing a bit at the memory. “Yeah, that was still fun.”
	Tara looked down at herself. “I have never been so hard in my life.”
	“When we get home, it's a free-for-all, right?” Anna asked.
	“Oh, sure.”
	Sayako drove home, going five miles under the speed limit the entire way. She'd had enough attention for one day.

END PART TWO