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
