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CHAPTER EIGHT

Within seconds we had left the main tent, and Agent Marmelstein was pulling me towards a much smaller tent perhaps fifty feet away. Through the canvas we could see that only a single light burned inside it, showing the silhouette of someone's head bobbing up and down, their open lips apparently superimposed over the shadow of the tent's center pole. However, when I peeked between the flaps at Agent Marmelstein's urging, I saw that the pole wasn't a pole at all; the lips were sliding up and down on a long, stiff cock, the teenage face of their owner a blurred piston as her mouth did its sucking work on the swollen prick.

"What's happening?" Marmelstein asked impatiently.

"She's sucking his prick," I answered, being too startled to stop and refine my language.

"With no hands?" he asked eagerly.

"Yes," I answered. "His prick is standing straight up in the air. She's just going up and down on it with her mouth and that's all. If you listen, you can hear her slurping."

"I may know sign language, but I can certainly hear as well as you can," he snapped back at me. "Now you're sure she's not using her hands to suck his prick, right?"

"Yes… yes…" I stammered.

"And she doesn't have her legs wrapped around him, right?"

"Yes… yes."

"Then we can bust 'em," he said ferociously.

"Is there a law against blowing someone without using your hands?" I asked, totally perplexed.

"Just let me interpret the law, if you don't mind," he snapped. "Now shut up and get in there."

"What… why?"

"I need an impartial witness for the federal prosecutor to feed to the jury, or some pinko defense lawyer will get these perverts off scot-free. So get in there and do your patriotic duty," he ordered, literally shoving me through the entrance of the tent.

The naked man lying on the cot jumped when I burst into the tent, but he couldn't flee because the girl sucking his thickly erect cock didn't move. Her wide, round eyes registered surprise and fright, but her body refused to respond accordingly. I quickly saw the reason why when I realized she had no arms or legs, the lump of a naked body propped between the man's heavy legs, her white tits squashing helplessly into the well of his thighs, while his arm snaked over her back and his huge hand nestled between the spread cheeks of her legless ass in the moistly hairy gap of her pussy.

"R.Q.," I blurted.

"Are you Ma…" she started to say, saved from revealing my identity only by the cock imbedded in her mouth that forced her to mumble incoherently.

Afraid that the knowledge that I was Madame Fellatio of Honey Pot magazine might complicate my situation with the FBI agent who was presumably outside listening to everything, I quickly winked at R.Q., in the hope she would catch the gesture in the shadows, and said hurriedly, "Yes, uh, Rhonda, I'm Miss Saunders, the social worker from the Child Welfare Bureau to reply to your complaint about being abused."

She seemed to catch on, or at least was too confused to say anything more, as she removed the cock from her mouth and looked silently up at me, shiny strings of saliva and some sperm that had prematurely leaked into her sucking mouth glisteningly joining her parted lips. As I looked down from the sticky evidence on her lips, for the first time I really noticed the thick, hard cock she had been so diligently sucking. Instead of being pink, it was blue and red and green, resembling an angry snake, poised to strike. It was connected to a nude body equally covered with grotesque markings as I realized that I was watching R.Q. with the tattooed man she had written to me about.

The tattooed man, his prick released by R.Q.'s mouth, tried to wriggle free so he could apparently bust out of the tent before he got involved in anything messy. I assumed that Marmelstein would have no choice but to abandon his cover and grab him before he got out of the flaps. But to my surprise, the burly tattooed man, looking like a comic strip drawn on rubber, bustled out of the tent and disappeared into the night, babbling in Hungarian.

"Marmelstein, Agent Marmelstein, where are you?" I called, but to no avail. There was no reply, and when I poked my head outside, no sign of him.

Realizing I couldn't turn my back on the helpless girl inside the tent, I pulled my head back in and turned to face her pathetically nude armless and legless body. Immediately my eyes were riveted to her cunt, a vast hairy gash slicing across the bottom of her trunk, looking more like the cut of an ax than a part of the human body. Her well-formed tits slid shimmeringly off to either side of her chest, the pink nipples standing firmly at attention, both buds ridged by dozens of tiny goose-bumps clustering around the rosy areolas.

Her tits were beautiful, but it was the lure of her cunt, so totally unprotected and fantastically open, that brought me towards her, its musky pussy scent filling my flaring nostrils. Suddenly I found myself hovering over her open cunt, my face within inches of the slobbering red gash that was puffed open and oozing cream.

"You're not really a Miss Saunders from the Child Welfare, are you?" the girl said. "You're Madame Fellatio, aren't you, come to answer my letter?"

My body, totally controlled by the hypnotic attraction of her perpetually flexing cunt, took over and I wordlessly threw my face into her pussy and instantaneously began reaming out its salty slit with my stiff tongue. It was a fantastically delicious cunt.

"My, my," she called to me. "You ought to change your name to Madame Cunnilingus."

I blurbbled in her pussy in a sticky mumble.

"I read a lot of sex magazines," she said. "In fact, I think it was in yours that I read that cunt-eating was more fun if there was enough to go around at once."

Yes, indeed, that was the kind of perverted garbage that Honey Pot printed, but at least I liked to keep my column reasonably high-toned. Funny, though, when Rhonda said it, it seemed more like an invitation than a quotation, and suddenly I couldn't resist having my own pussy eaten by a cunt-hungry, armless and legless teenage girl.

As though I were a programmed robot, I reached down and automatically undid my skirt, standing nude from the waist down except for my stockings, the shreds of the panties I'd started with this morning long since discarded. Without missing a blissful lap in Rhonda's foaming cunt, I used my mouth as my point of balance and swiveled my lips and tongue around in her cunt as I brought the back of my body over her, straddling her head with my quivering thighs, my knees bent and resting where her shoulders would normally be.

Slowly, like a drawbridge, I lowered my cunt towards her reaching lips, hovering in maddening midcourse as she tantalizingly tickled the drooping flanges of my pussy-lips with her straining tongue. At last I rested the mouth of my slobbering cunt against the soft lips of Rhonda's mouth, her tongue instantly shooting into my fuck-hole like a stiff cock as soon as it was able.

As she tongue-fucked my hole in a way that made my pussy feel like it was full of inch after inch of swelling cock-meat, I continued lapping her cunt, sloshing up and down its foamy split with unabated passion. Her body was so small and compact that, as I huddled over it, I felt as though I could draw it entirely into mine, absorbing her incomplete body into my amply endowed one. Yet, had we been having an athletic contest, I would have been the loser in the battle for physical dominance as her cunt systematically sucked me into her like it was a vacuum cleaner.

Clearly, all of Rhonda's strength was in her cunt, all the energy meant for her arms and legs merging into a dynamo of power in her aggressively flexing pussy. As her cunt sucked my face deeper and deeper into its pulpy maw, I couldn't help but think that having a pussy like this must be the only saving grace in Rhonda's life, and vowed that I wouldn't be the one to darken her little world as I compassionately returned every slobbering flexing with a sharp stab of my tongue and slight bite of my teeth.

I was so deeply involved in the swamp of Rhonda's sloppy cunt that at first I didn't even hear them talking. And then when I finally noticed it, it seemed to be in some foreign language. I dismissed it, decided that either I was hearing things or Marmelstein was back to make his pinch. If it was Marmelstein, he'd have to pay the price of showing up late by having to pry me off of the sweet spilt of Rhonda's pussy with a crowbar and an acetylene torch.

But then suddenly I realized that they really were talking in a foreign language. Hungarian! I recognized it when a rough voice repeated the same phrase I had heard the tattooed man yell when he'd run out of the tent. I looked up from Rhonda's cunt and over my shoulder and there he was again, bigger than life, the marks of a million needles making his body seem a bulky quilt. He was still naked, his long prick standing garishly from his loins. As I looked at the base of his prick and his incredibly round, blue-black balls, it suddenly occurred to me that there was something different about him. Then it hit me.

That was it, he had no hair on his body! The tattooing must have made his body so completely smooth that the skin appeared to be vinyl. I was fascinated by the lack of hair around his cock and balls. And surprisingly enough, the eagle whose wings erupted from the base of his balls and spread in a multicolored fan around the circle of his dick where his cock hair would have been, made the whole thing seem even more fascinating. Where first I'd thought him repulsive, I was now mesmerized by him.

"What are you two saying?" I urgently asked Rhonda. "Why are you talking in Hungarian?"

"It's the only language he knows," she said.

"I know a little of it myself from a high-school elective in New Jersey," I said, and then added: "Why is he back? I thought he left because he thought I was a social worker. I heard him yelling."

"No, he left to go get the others. That's what he was yelling about," she said matter-of-factly. "And here they are… and here we are. Doesn't look like we're in much of a position to say no, which is the story of my life."

How precious her courage was, I thought, and how like God to send me to this place so I could witness this spiritually inspiring experience. How could I abandon her by refusing to stay with her now in her time of peril?

"Tell him to send them in, then," I said defiantly, trying to match her bravery, "I'm ready for them when you are."

But the tattooed man's response was a total surprise as he began babbling excitedly in Hungarian.

"He says," translated the cool-as-a-cucumber Rhonda, "that maybe it will be better if you're sort of introduced to them one at a time. The first time, all together, they might be kind of shocking."

I shrugged my shoulders and dove back into her cunt, deciding to let God take His course, depending on Him to see me through this experience toward being a better Christian.

My first test came when suddenly I felt smooth but large hands on my ass, pulling my buns apart and lifting my pussy off Rhonda's mouth, holding it spread and aloft. One instant my cunt was gaping and oozing, still trying to get used to being empty, and the next it was filled once more, this time with ten inches of tattooed cock instead of three inches of tongue.

Immediately I gasped at how huge his cock felt within my cunt after having gotten so comfortable with Rhonda's tongue. But it was delicious discomfort I experienced, the kind where something too big is stuffed into something too small and a lot of rubbing and friction occurs, the kind of tugging and chafing that makes cocks bigger and pussies drippier.

As the tattooed man plunged the inscribed sword of his cock in my cunt with penetrating rapidness, down below Rhonda began eagerly licking his balls and my pussy, lapping at my cunt-lips when they were pulled out by the fuck movements of his pistonlike prick. My lips sealed the valve of Rhonda's pussy like a gasket, the spike of my tongue piercing her cunt like a drill, twisting deeper and deeper into the pulpy inner depths of her constantly drooling box.

Suddenly, something made me open my eyes. When I did, I saw something that almost made me choke as sure as if I had a foot of dick down my throat, even though it was a pussy I was eating. Scrambling up over the side of the cot like a chimpanzee, the so-called Mr. Littlebit, the dwarf, joined us, the misshapen contours of his twisted form rubbing like gnarled wood against my suddenly shivering body.

Quickly, the dwarf scooted down to the end of the cot where I had been working on Rhonda's fantastically open cunt. For the first time I noticed that he was completely naked, and that what I had supposed was a black jumpsuit was actually a jungle of black, curly hair that covered his hideous body, swirling like wildfire from the base of his neck to his ankles so that he resembled a werewolf pygmy. But what struck me with the most impact was the fiery long rod that emerged from his tangled crotch, an enormously stiff and thick prick that was even larger than a normal man s, and which looked positively and cruelly unreal sprouting from this little man.

If his cock had had a sign hanging on it, I couldn't have got the message any clearer as I left Rhonda's still convulsing pussy and hungrily wrapped my lips around the dwarfs long, garlicky-tasting dick, confident that God had sent him to me as a sign. My eager lips skidded down the bumpy skin of his vein-bulging shaft until his immense cock was buried to the limit in my salivating mouth and constricting throat, his heavy balls, up until now concealed in the forest of his body hair, smashing like billiard balls against my face.

As I energetically sucked the dwarf's astounding cock, Rhonda's cunt, as though it were jealous of being temporarily abandoned, seemed to flex its muscles angrily, frustratingly searching for the continued stimulation it demanded. And in an instant its prayers were answered as the beige face of the Indian Rubber Man suddenly appeared from nowhere, his neck snaking around the dwarf before his face plunged into the sopping goo of Rhonda's ever-open pussy, instantly filling the cavity of her cunt with what sounded like at least live inches of tongue.

"Mmmm, zis iz too good not to fuck," the Indian Rubber Man said in some kind of accent that wasn't Hungarian, and removed his head, replacing it moments later with the middle third of his unbelievably pliant body, twisted his mocha colored loins around the stumpy form of the dwarf and then contorting them so that his pelvis faced what was left of Rhonda's as his hard dick flashed into the open from nowhere and just as abruptly disappeared into the maw of her cunt.

Immediately I could hear the foaming slurp of the Rubber Man's contorted cock surging in and out of Rhonda's pussy, the whole juicy process out in the open with no thighs to hide any aspect of the entire 360 degrees of penetration, the steaming train of his cock disappearing into her pussy-tunnel like a locomotive.

The fuck-juice sprayed in my face from the frantic pump action of the two pricks before me, one screwing my mouth all the way down my throat, and the other plunging repeatedly like a dagger in the wonderfully open pussy just inches under my nose. And in the rear, a third cock drilled my cunt like a laser beam, pushing inside my pussy so insistently that its bulbous head chafed maddeningly against the throbbing end of my cunt.

Just when I was sure I had gone to my limit and thought I might collapse against the other bodies, out of nowhere I suddenly felt something nudging at the puckered rim of my asshole. My endurance extended itself as the anal stimulation abruptly reminded me that I had one last joy-hole that could be fucked, the tender, constricting hole of my ass. The slime of the day's activity glazing the furrow of my ass gave somebody's prick enough lubrication to slide abruptly into my butt-hole, instantly spreading the delicate tissues for the battering ram of its flanged head.

"It's got to be the Human Pincushion," I suddenly blurted, trying to recall his face from the blur of already remembered wounds that crisscrossed his body.

"Si, si," a voice called from the back, giving an extra thrust up my asshole with his lancing prick as a companion affirmative gesture.

God, it was all just too delicious, a positively divine experience with cocks and cunts seemingly everywhere, mouths slurping in competition with pussies, pricks stabbing mercilessly in whatever holes were available. Between the cheeks of my ass I could feel the twin holes of my shitter and cunt being vengefully reamed out, their shafts coursing in parallel and their bulging heads colliding through the thin, membranous wall between my asshole and pussy. And at the top of my cunt, where the folds of skin from the slick cunt-lips joined and formed a hood for my clit, Rhonda's mouth feasted, her talented tongue doing a ballet on the most sensitive part of my pussy.

My own mouth couldn't get enough of the spicy musk of the dwarf's enormous cock, accepting it deeper and deeper so that I almost swallowed his hairy balls just before I partially released it, pulling the rumply foreskin with lustful friction up the shaft until, ultimately, I was sucking the hard head of his prick like it was a juicy plum. Just below my cock-filled mouth, Rhonda's incredible pussy was as open as the Grand Canyon, its ample borders being stretched to the limit by what looked like the almost disembodied cock of the Rubber Man. Slurps and groans filled the air as we shuddered in unison toward a mass climax, the cot shaking and the tent poles vibrating while we fucked and sucked furiously.

I had long since been experiencing a series of minor orgasms, little quakes that coursed through my body and tickled the tissues where I was getting fucked like tiny elves dancing inside me.

But now the strokes of the cocks fucking me abruptly accelerated in their savage intensity, pushing every button in my body. The orgasmic tickling within me transformed itself into a high-voltage current, alarming my senses with lightning bolts of coming, the different holes lucky enough to be seizing a cock squeezing as hard as possible to hasten the inevitable flow of hot, sticky sperm.

I put every muscle of my body into play as I came, struggling like a trapped animal on the three pricks which hopelessly imprisoned me. I could feel their cocks start to grow that last fraction of an inch before they came, stretching my throat, asshole and cunt just a little bit more. Suddenly, there were three eruptions within me at exactly the same time. I could feel the cum flowing into me from all three directions, scalding my pussy with one spurting discharge, while another coated my bowels with fuck-cream, and the other filled my mouth and throat with more sperm than they could hold, runny gobs of it dribbling out of the corners of my mouth and jizz-clogged nostrils.

Below my face, the unmistakable thrust of the Rubber Man's incredibly limber prick told me he was now coming, which was verified when excess sperm from his spurting cock milkily oozed from the sides of Rhonda's cunt within seconds. Rhonda's futile attempts at bucking her hips meant she was coming, too, as her orgasmic intensity caused her to vault her tongue out in rigid exclamation, the piercing tip burrowing inside my cunt, squeezing tightly against the cock already fucking my pussy. Driven by the frenzy within her, she somehow managed to inch her spongily stiff tongue in even farther until my cunt was more filled with wet meat than it had any right to be.

The cum sprayed and spurted and the pussy-juice flowed like wine as we twisted and ground into each other, sliding and wallowing in a pool of our creamy fuck-juices. Inside me I felt like Moses was parting the Red Sea, the cocks jammed into me creating the illusion that I was being torn apart in all directions. My hips felt like they were being ripped off their sockets, and my bowels seemed sure to be snatched from my body. My insides were so pushed out of shape by the cocks filling me that they were compressed into a tight, seething corner somewhere, straining to explode. My throat was so full of cock and jizz that I was choking, my breath cut off by the prick and its caked sperm which blocked my windpipe. I felt like I was going to shit, piss and vomit all at once, a cascade signaling that I had been literally torn apart at last, bloody chunks of my body inevitably toppling to the floor. God, how I loved it, the searing pain making it all worthwhile. I felt just like Jesus must have felt up on the cross, except my nails were stiff cocks, huge wrathful swords instead of mere spikes, and their two-edged shafts forced me to my spiritual limit, impelling me to accept the maximum of what I could humanly take.

The spurting had finally stopped, and I had come down myself, basking in the afterglow of peerless fucking and sucking with all those wilting pricks softening inside me like it was cold cream instead of sperm coating my three holes. And then, suddenly, the complexion of things changed drastically.

A voice outside could be heard asking, "What's going on inside there?" It sounded familiar, and when it said, "Littlebit, you in there?" I recognized it as the fat lady.

By the way the tent was shaking, she was obviously trying to force her way in, but the entrance was far too small for her huge bulk. The whole tent probably could have served as a costume for her, but that didn't stop her as she yelled, "Littlebit, I'm gonna brain you, you little fart! I'll grind your cock down as puny as the rest of you!"

"No, no, please go away!" I found myself screaming.

"So, you got some little bimbo in there with you, huh?" she bellowed. "Well, here I come, you hairy little piss-ant!"

One of her fists shot through the fabric as though she were trying to fight her way out of a paper bag. The tent shuddered, mortally wounded, then collapsed. Its canvas draped our cock-locked bodies, throwing the six of us into sudden confusion, the fallen tent becoming a madhouse as pricks pulled abruptly from our foaming holes, their departure signaled by a series of slurping pops. Everybody scrambled to get free of both the tent and the fat lady, who was stomping around like an enraged dinosaur, determined to waylay her husband, who was as small as she was immense.

Finally, I found a loose end of canvas and poked my head under it, gratefully focusing my eyes on the outdoors. I wriggled out from under the flap and wrapped a piece of torn canvas around my naked cunt and tits, feeling the breeze jell the sperm that coated my thighs. I looked around one last time for Agent Marmelstein, but he was definitely gone. When I saw the fat lady chasing me, screaming "Whore!" I didn't know what to do but run for my life, the load of fuck-juice between my legs squishing moistly with every stride.