'The cabinet… beside you! Oh, suck my cock, you hot little bitch!' The last words were directed to the ever- increasing mouthings of Sharon, and he was soon lost once more in the heaven of her lips and tongue.
Lena removed her finger and with trembling, wet hand opened the Spanish credenza beside her chair. Yes! There, nestled on the top shelf, was the wooden Phallos Temple from Japan. She removed it and studied the Oriental work of erotic art. Under the slanted roof painted to resemble the female cunt, were seven daikons, painted effigies of the penis. Lena shook as if stung with yellow fever at the salacious sight, and then she reached out and selected one, a smooth object of the finest polished wood, its natural grain running the length of its shaft. It was shaped something like a blunted scimitar, one end fashioned to be a handle, the other the perfect replica of a large, erect cock and head.
No one knows how old the artificial phallus is clay penii have been found in ancient, prehistoric cities, and the Bible refers to gold and silver images with which the women of Jerusalem committed their whoredoms. The Roman God, Priapus, was a symbol of life and was a crude representation of the male member, and upon the wooden rigidity of the God Mutunus Tutunus the virginal bride sacrificed her hymen before joining her groom in the bridal bed.
In India, the God Siva is always shown with an erection, and the poems of Herondas of Cos tell of women visiting the shop of Cerdon who had other uses for leather than making sandals. The Greeks carved penii from horn and wood, and in time the word, 'olisboi', was given to such items. In Japan, where they are sold openly in stores, it is called a daikon; in France, it's known as a godemiche; in English, dildo; in Italy, diletto.
But whatever name is given to the carved ornamented, plain or fancy image of the penis, the instrument has given countless women all over the earth and all though the centuries happiness.
It gave Lena Alvaro happiness.
She whimpered, squirmed, gasped. Faster and faster her hand pumped the daikon with frothing madness deep, deep in her hungry cunt. She screamed and convulsed, her whole belly a sheath to the wooden piston. She stared down at the way her pubic hair moved and her pink vulva grasped at the round sword. The pleasure zones of her female flesh were alive and throbbing, and her hips beat the chair cushion as they worked steadily, insatiably.
Meanwhile, the hunched-back dwarf held himself back from thrusting his huge penis into the tight ring of the blonde lovely's tight little anus. He purposely tortured himself for the moment when he would bury his throbbing cock far up between her soft white moons as they swayed gently and defeated before him. She was repulsed by him and he wanted to break her more than anything else in the world, just as he had broken other women. He wanted to feel her squirm and then cry out her need for him, and that would be the ultimate conquest; a proud, beautiful blonde bitch who was horrified by his deformities suddenly turning into an animal and loosing all control of herself, forgetting where she was, who she was, wanting, consciously his overgrown, grotesque cock to fuck her until she couldn't move. The thought raced through his loins like an electric shock.
For a few torturing moments he ground his thick cock around in the narrow white crevice of her buttocks, pressing the soft, quivering cheeks of flesh around it, enclosing his member like a glove upon a finger. Then he leaned forward and once more planted wet, warm kisses with his twisted lips along the standing ridges of her spine, feeling her tense and shiver and groan slightly around the pumping cock in her mouth.
Then Wafto moved his loins up close behind her and placed his thumbs on either side of the resilient cheeks and pressed out gently. With the natural cunning of a predator, the dwarf knew that she had passed the first stage of physical submission by violence and now the conquest of her mind and spirit must be done by tenderness. Indeed, his unexpected change from pain and brutality to caressing and tenderness caught her off guard in spite of her resistance. Sharon had geared her shocked, nearly benumbed mind to the fighting of the alien, repulsive invasion; but she was not prepared for pleasure. She was not prepared for the rising desire his touch would bring.
Her buttocks clenched together against the pressure he was exerting with his thumbs, and he eased off slightly, still keeping up a constant easy tension until the straining muscles of her inner thighs slowly tired and relaxed, bit by bit. His triumphantly grinning face was crouched on the same level with the thin pink folds of her vagina and as he watched, eyes gleaming, as the soft, hairlined lips slowly parted before the imperceptible outward pull of his hands. He saw the slight moisture forming and glistening on the soft insides of her thighs, and with the easing of shock and the fatigue of resistance the cheeks of her buttocks spread wider and wider apart.
The dwarf servant moved his face forward, careful not to shake the sudden trust building in the defenseless woman kneeling before him. His face was a scant inch from the soft blonde pubic hair covering the tender resilient flanges of her vagina, and the animal female odor was one of the sweetest perfume that drifted enticingly out of her cavern, better than even it had been the previous night. He swallowed deeply as her secret passage flowered open to his gaze and the soft inner flesh came into tantalizing view. It was coral and smooth and wet…
He blew softly into her…
Sharon jerked forward from the unexpected warm, feather-like touch of air on her cunt, and Mark Marlowe thrust upward again, impaling her mouth deeper on his fleshy shaft until she felt as if it would choke her to death. Her concentration on his penis was short-lived as she felt the dwarf push his wet lips teasingly against the wetness of her open vaginal slit. She squirmed slightly and he tightened his hands on her buttocks so that she couldn't move away, and then with one quick rush of his snake-like tongue, he thrust forward between her warm, fleshy vaginal folds.
Sharon gasped, and again jerked forward with the hot, teasing contact in an involuntary spasm of delight. Her buttocks contracted and then opened around Wafto's long, smooth tongue, and her breath exploded around Lord Marlowe's penis in small, quick gasps. Wafto pushed his thick lips closer and began to work the whole of her open loins, sucking and licking at it crazily while she swayed and mewled around the cock fucking into her mouth.
She sucked Mark's cock hungrily, her mouth salivating as it never had before as Wafto behind her worked slavishly, making wet sucking sounds as he teased her soft, fleece-lined slit. Her pussy flowered and her moistness increased with each further second that the lewd and depraved dwarf sucked and tongued, and lubrication ran in slight warm trickles down the sides of her loins.
Mark Marlowe, lascivious leader of the debauch, groaned and spewed obscenities above her flying head and rammed his cock into her mouth time and time again. Suddenly he couldn't hold his torrential release back another instant, and his penis began jerking motions and spurted a vengeful hot jet of cum into her hollowing mouth. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around his shooting instrument and swirled her tongue about the spasming head. She wanted to suck the tormenting man above her dry, to hurt him, to punish him for the bitter humiliation she had found herself in. His groans were one of pleasure, however, and with the continual ministrations of the hunch-back dwarf's lashing kisses on her vaginal area, she involuntarily was incited to still greater efforts. She thought Mark's release would never end, filling her cheeks to overflowing and making her swallow with thirsty rapidity. Then the hands which clamped the sides of her head fell away and the giant throbbing cock gave one last squirt of seminal fluid and stopped. The tongue and mouth of the gnarled servant never let up, not for one instant, in spite of the force and reaction of his master's cum, for the dwarf knew that his drawing and plunging actions were going to bear bitter fruit in just a few seconds. That his turn was next. 'Lick me clean,' Lord Marlowe commanded.
Sharon Court, still powered by the potion in the Sherry, still determined to follow through and be done with her horrible plight, and becoming more excited by the double defiliations of her body — though the latter was subconscious and one which she would later deny — followed his decree. She began at the base where the tiny tufts of pubic hair protruded and began to lick around it with the twirling tip of her tongue, sipping the thin sticky streams that had escaped the tightness of her lips. She could feel it perk slightly under her massaging tongue, and continued her degrading task, praying that she would finish before it sprang to erect life again. A moment later, it extended clear of all escaped cum, glistening and wet from her saliva. She watched Lord Marlowe's penis, barely inches from her mouth, as it slowly deflated and sank to softness.
'Ahh, that was something,' Mark breathed above her, looking at a trickle of warm white semen that still ran down her chin. 'Absolutely wonderful.'
'Now, now me, Master!' wheezed the dwarf, suddenly looking up, over the rim of her wavering buttocks. 'Now me!'
'Of course, my little man. She's all yours!'
'Nooo!' Sharon cried out, thoughts of her husband suddenly filling her mind, 'Please no more!'
Mark Marlowe looked at her amusedly. He knew that the potion was still having its effects on her physical
