15-02-18

Celebrity Jerk-A-Thon Ch. 03

During the few minutes interruption while the twins were cleaning their hands, a distinct commotion was heard from somewhere in the deeper ranks of the crowd. As the two sisters resumed their place on the stage, it was apparent that something peculiar was happening.

From their vantage point on the stage Mary Kate and Ashley soon found themselves laughing heartily at the unlikely sight that greeted them. Walking up toward the stage from the middle of the audience, who now stepped back to witness the humiliating sight, was Natalie Portman, leading her younger brother toward the twins with one hand wrapped tightly around his penis. He was completely nude and protesting every step of the way. James grimaced as his stepsister pulled him forward through the leering group of women, his prick completely at her mercy.

Once Natalie had reached the edge of the stage she released her stepbrother and spoke to the twins. "I found him jerking off in the tent back there, so I thought I'd volunteer him for your show!"

The 18-year-old James stood petrified in front of Mary Kate and Ashley and the howling crowd around him. Every time he tried to cover up his genitals, Natalie slapped him hard on the hands.

"Bring him up here," Ashley instructed Natalie. She then turned to the orchestra conductor. "Start the music."

The band quickly tore into an old disco song called "Disco Inferno" as Craig and Barney strode onstage in a sky-blue and emerald-green bikini, respectively. The sight of the two tall and very handsome men drove the women crazy.

"Yes! Yes!" screamed Courtney Cox, clapping her hands together in time with the beat.

Many other celebrities started dancing to the song as they watched Craig and Barney glide across the stage in perfect time with the music. Both men had once worked the seedy stripper clubs in Amsterdam and had been headliners at the world-renowned Lido de Paris cabaret located on the Avenue des Champs-Elysées. For several years they had honed their dancing skills in these disparate venues, bringing their original CFNM routines to admiring female crowds. Barney was by far the better dancer, but Craig possessed that inimitable quality of rough and boyish male charm that endeared him to women, so much so that many females well past their prime of life took to mothering him onstage, often fighting each other quite fiercely when it came time to masturbate him in front of the audience. But now, despite his native charm and Barney's adeptness, it was James who proceeded to take center stage.

The audience clapped and cheered as Natalie led James up onto the stage by his penis. The boy struggled to get free but Natalie was determined to make him pay for his indiscretion. She managed to get him within a few feet of Ashley and Mary Kate, who found the whole thing amusing.

"Hi James," Mary Kate said to the embarrassed boy. "Do you like being led around by your cock?"

"No!" he replied vehemently.

"Well then maybe you would like to join our dancers, Craig and Barney."

"I can't dance."

Natalie tugged him hard. "Don't lie you little shit. You know you can dance."

"Really?" Mary Kate said to James. "Well, go ahead and join the boys. I'm sure they won't mind."

James shook his head. "I don't want to dance."

"You either dance or I'll rip your fucking cock off!" Natalie said angrily. "You wanted to jerk off, now go ahead and do it!"

With that she pushed her stepbrother toward Craig and Barney, who encouraged the boy to come and join them.

"Come on man," Barney said, addressing the shamefaced lad. "Come on and join the party."

"Ashley," Craig said. "There are some extra bikinis in the tent. He can put one of them on."

"Sure," Ashley replied. "No problem."

"You heard him," Natalie said to James. "Go in there and put on that bikini and get out here fast." James hesitated, not sure if he should follow her advice or try to make a run for it. "I'll punch you right in the nuts if you don't move!" 

"Do as your sister tells you," Ashley advised him. "Come on. It's all in good fun."

James looked at the lovely twin suspiciously, but seeing his stepsister now tensing her fingers into a fist, he decided to do as he was told.

"Okay, okay," he said as he took a few steps toward the tent. "I'm going."

As he walked away Natalie grabbed Ashley's arm. "He's not a bad guy really. It's just that he has a bad habit of jerking off in front of my friends. He does it all the time. It's like a fucking disease."

Ashley gave Mary Kate a sideward glance before answering. "Well, maybe this will cure him of that problem."

"I don't see how. I'm just doing it to punish him."

"Do you think he'll be able to get an erection with his attitude?" Mary Kate asked Natalie.

"Oh, believe me, he'll get hard all right," Natalie assured her. "Even if I have to beat the shit out of him."
Mary Kate shrugged. "Ah, I don't think that's going to help him cum, Natalie. Why don't you leave it to Ashley and me."

"Fine. Just make sure he does it. I want everyone here to see what a pervert he really is."

Natalie hastily walked off the stage and rejoined her friends. Just as she left, James came onstage wearing a bright red bikini, which brought a few howls of laughter but mostly appreciation from the crowd. There was no denying that the young man looked quite sexy in the skimpy piece of material.

"How's it hanging, baby?" Christina Ricci screamed at him over the din of the crowd.

"Come over here, man," Barney said to James, reaching out his hand to the reluctant dancer. "Just you follow what Craig and I do and you're gonna be just fine."

At first James just stood there timidly while the two men danced around him. But seeing that Barney and Craig were in earnest, he took the black man's hand and began to follow both men's dance steps. Within a few minutes it appeared as if he were part of the show.

"Way to go bro!" Barney said, watching James successfully imitate his own complicated steps. "You're getting the hang of it!"

The three men now stood side-by-side center stage, shaking their hips in unison at the adoring crowd.

"You see," Craig said to James. "The women aren't laughing at you anymore."

"Yeah," Barney added. "You're like a regular James Brown!"

James was thrilled. Moments before he was reluctant to even attempt dancing with the two seasoned pros. But now he was flying around the stage as if he were truly part of the act. That he picked up the dance steps so quickly was not wasted on Natalie.

"I had no idea the fucking brat was that talented," she admitted to Claudia Schiffer, who was thoroughly enjoying the show.

"Well, now you know!" the beautiful blond exclaimed. " I think he's great!"

"You do?"

"Oh, come on, Natalie. He's sexy as hell. I'd do him myself."

The song was now nearing its end. Barney indicated to James that he was to pull down his bikini as soon as the song ended. James, now feeling energized and confident, was ready.

As the final chord of the song rang out, all three men quickly removed their bikinis and threw them out into the audience. The women went scrambling for the tiny pieces of cloth.

"Okay ladies," Ashley yelled into the microphone. "Whoever gets the bikinis has to come up here and dance with the strippers!"

After a brief scuffle that resulted in some people being hurled to the ground, three women emerged victorious: Brooke Shields, Jennifer Lopez and, to James' dismay, his stepsister Natalie.

"Shit!" the young man said to Craig and Barney. "Don't let my stepsister get her hands on me, guys. I think she's after my nuts."

Both men laughed.

"Don't worry about it," Barney said. "She ain't gonna do nothin' bad to you now. Everybody loves you."

"Exactly," Craig added, reassuringly. "Just shoot off a huge load for these babes and you'll have them eating out of your hand."

James didn't appear too convinced, but he felt much more secure now that Craig and Barney were at his side. He stood between the two men still facing the crowd, the first stirrings of lust starting to fulminate in his groin.

Mary Kate and Ashley welcomed the three celebrities onto the stage.

"Okay," Ashley said to the women. "Whoever got the color bikini the guy was wearing, gets the guy!"

Brooke had caught Barney's bikini, so she moved toward him holding her trophy high in the air. Jennifer had caught Craig's bikini, so she now waltzed over to where he was standing and put one arm around him. And that left Natalie.

James felt his heart skip a beat when his stepsister twirled his tiny red bikini on the end of her finger, looking as if she were going to kill him.

"Give me a break, Ashley," Natalie said with a sour expression. "If I knew this I wouldn't have bothered trying to get this stupid bikini."

"What's the problem, Natalie?" Ashley retorted. "All you have to do is dance with the guy. That's all."

Natalie thought about it for a moment. "Well, he did do a good job."

"He was fucking excellent!" Mary Kate reminded her. 

Natalie looked at her stepbrother as he stood nonchalantly next to the other two men. There could be no denying that his young and firm body was exquisitely sculpted and oddly alluring. Although she often openly derided him for his perverse ways, she could not help the fact that she secretly lusted after him. "You know," she said, "that little fucker doesn't look half bad. Okay, I'll dance with him."

As she approached James he almost expected her to fling his bikini at him. But she did no such thing. Much to his surprise, his stepsister threw her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek.

"You danced really good, you little fuck," she said to him.

James couldn't believe what he was hearing, but suddenly he was grinning from ear to ear. "Really?" he asked. "Do you mean it?"

"Yes, I mean it. Now shut up and start dancing."

"Maestro!" Ashley called out. "Let the music play!"

The orchestra started playing another old-time disco song performed originally by KC and the Sunshine Band called "Get Down Tonight". Within seconds the entire audience was grooving to the beat.

The three couples seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. Brooke's tall, slender body provided the perfect dancing partner for the 6' 2" Barney, who twirled her around the stage in a frenzy, her long blond mane trailing behind her. And Jennifer was equally happy to dance with Craig, every now and then slapping his ass in time to the beat. Even Natalie, who was initially reluctant to dance with James, now found herself absorbed in the music, allowing her stepbrother to lead in the dance. 

"You're much better than I thought," Natalie said to him as they danced energetically across the stage.

"You're quite a good dancer yourself," James replied.

By the time the song was nearly over, Natalie had come to a new realization about her stepbrother: she found that her latent feelings of desire for him were not some illusory will 'o the wisp imaginings, but stunningly real. As such, she began to relish every moment his muscular, sexy body made contact with hers, even finding herself purposely drawing him closer to her every chance she got. At first she was perplexed by her own behavior, but soon surrendered herself to her lust for him, at one point being so bold as to kiss him passionately on the mouth.

"What was that all about?" James asked, startled.

"Did you like it?" she asked, tightening her arms around him.

"You know I did."

They continued to dance for the remainder of the song in each other's arms, heedless of the other two couples, their hosts, and the animated crowd. The constant close contact with his stepsister got James terribly aroused and when the song finally ended he had to turn his back to the audience, embarrassed by his huge erection.

Natalie laughed. "No need to hide that, little brother. Look!"

She pointed to Barney and Craig, both of whom were sporting giant erections of their own. James took one look at the massive phalluses of the two men and felt intimidated, even with his own prodigious 10-inch tool. 

"Those guys make me look small," he complained, refusing to face the audience.

"Oh, for Christ's sake!" Natalie said dismissively. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Now turn around!"

Sensing his hesitation, Natalie quickly reached for his erect penis and pulled gently on it, forcing him to face toward the audience. "There you go," she said. "You should be proud of your big fucking dick."

By this time, Brooke and Jennifer were openly fondling Barney and Craig's genitals, inviting Natalie to do the same with James.

"Come on, Natalie," Brooke said. "Give the guy a hand!"

"Yeah, come on!" Jennifer teased her. "Don't you want to watch these guys cum?"

"I do!" Mary Kate shouted. "I want to see some major ropes!"

Ashley chuckled. "You always want to see major ropes! How about it Natalie?"

The crowd had started to voice their encouragement for the multiple handjobs that were now being given and they wanted to see Natalie do her part as well.

"Give us the cream! Give us the cream!" Brittany Murphy demanded.

Soon the entire audience had taken up the chant.

"Wank him! Wank him!" Joan Collins screamed through a drunken stupor.

"Jerk him off!" cried Gwyneth Paltrow, standing alarming close to center stage and within range of the dancer's cum-swollen balls.

Brooke and Jennifer had by now stroked Barney and Craig to full erection, smiling satisfactorily at the speed at which they had each accomplished their task.

"For your information, ladies," Ashley said addressing the crowd. "Both Barney and Craig's cocks are exactly twelve and three quarter inches long. But we don't know how long James' cock is. Can you tell us Natalie?"

Without having to think about it too long, she replied: "Ten inches!"

"Wow!" Ashley remarked. "Not as big as the other guys but still pretty damn big! And can he shoot his cum a long ways?"

"That's what we're going to find out, Ashley."

"Excellent! Well, we all know that Craig and Barney can shoot like about 20 feet or something like that so you ladies in the front better watch out. Do you hear me, Gwyneth?"

The sultry star was too far drunk to really care what Ashley was trying to tell her. She just continued to stand her ground, rocking to and fro with a gin and coke in her hand. "I want to see some cream!" she yelled, trying to be heard above the din of the crowd.

"Oh, what the hell!" Natalie finally said, reaching for James' prick. "I hope you have a lot of cum stored up in those balls of yours!"

James was delighted when he felt his stepsister's hand on his cock. He hadn't had an opportunity to ejaculate in over four days and he was eager to shoot his load. He would never have imagined that it would be Natalie who would be doing the stroking.

"Just don't get any of your spunk on me," she warned him as she began to jerk his penis.

"I'll try not to," he said, dreamily, as he watched her long, lithe fingers gracefully, yet forcefully, traverse the entire length of his turgid prick in fluid-like motions.

"I can't believe I'm doing this—with my stepbrother of all people!"

Her stroking became more insistent with this admission.

"You're so beautiful," he said to her, meaning every word.

Natalie couldn't help but smile at him, knowing he was sincere. "Then I want you to prove how much you mean that by shooting out the biggest load of cum you ever produced. Can you do that for me?"

"I promise I'll do my best," he replied, his balls now climbing up high into his scrotum.

Mary Kate looked a trifle dejected as she watched Natalie masturbate her stepbrother. She had a little crush on the young man and was hoping to get her hands on his hefty cock. "Hey, Ash. I thought we were going to do the honors with Mr. Portman."

"I thought so too, but Natalie seems to be enjoying herself."

"I guess so. Well, it is kind of kinky being jerked off by your stepsister."

"They're not related by blood, Mary Kate."

"Yeah, I know. But it's still kind of kinky."

The twins looked on with immense satisfaction as Brooke, Jennifer and Natalie had now brought their men to the brink of orgasm.

"I guarantee Barney shoots off first," Mary Kate said as she watched the big black man throw his head back and howl.

Ashley laughed. "It's no wonder. Look at how fast Brooke's hands are moving. He's going to cream any second now."

And sure enough, a few seconds later Barney's big tool spurted out rope after rope of hot sperm into the audience. But before anyone had a chance to react to his copious multiple offerings, Craig started ejaculating too—huge streams of semen cascading beyond the footlights of the stage like a churning waterfall. 

Jennifer was completely taken by surprise because Craig had given no warning that he was about to cum. Despite this, she continued to stroke him violently, provoking a series of wild climaxes that shot out in the crowd to meet with Barney's own plentiful ejaculations. For a few moments, the crowd, the twins, and even the other performers watched in awe as the long, creamy ropes of spunk flew everywhere at dizzying speed, resembling an errant fireworks display. This went on for about 30 seconds and only when it finally stopped did the spectators respond with a tremendous ovation.

"Shit!" James exclaimed. "I'll never be able to do that!"

"Oh, yes you will!" Natalie replied, sensing he was on the verge of orgasm.

The crowd, still overcome with excitement from watching Craig and Barney's spectacular dual orgasms, now turned their attention to James.

"Natalie! Natalie!" they shouted over and over again. 

"Yes!" Natalie cried. "Give the women what they want baby!"

As she pulled down on his cock, the purple head strained to its fullest capacity and James felt the sperm rush up his shaft, demanding exit from the tiny slit atop his prick. 

"Oh, God!" he screamed. "I'm coming!"

His dick exploded like a geyser, sending a giant wad of cum high up into the air.

"Oh, that's nice!" Mary Kate remarked with a broad smile as she saw the sperm fly twenty feet into the air above the heads of the surprised audience.

"Give us all you got, baby!" Halle Berry screamed from the chair she was standing on, well out of harm's way.

James was oblivious to her and everyone else as his body was wracked by a series of convulsions. One after the other, the ropes of sperm shot out of his cock in a never-ending stream, much to the amazement of Natalie and the twins, who had no idea of what the boy was capable of.

"This is great!" Ashley said into the microphone for all to hear. "Don't you just love this, girls?"

Natalie's hand kept stroking James' cock, feverishly, relentlessly, determined to make his orgasm as impressive as those of Barney and Craig. And as if in obedience to her will, James kept spurting out the huge gooey loads. The celebrities cheered him on to even greater heights as his orgasm continued unabated. It was getting to the point where he was ejaculating more sperm than Barney and Craig together. The women shouted their encouragement over and over again, their cries of wonder and delight reaching a feverish pitch with each fresh, new cumshot.

"I don't fucking believe this!" Mary Kate remarked, unable to make sense of the incredible amounts of cum being launched into the crowd. "I think we have another King Matumba on our hands!"

"Our great white hope!" Ashley laughed, her eyes following every creamy ejaculation with delight.

A full minute had just elapsed and James was still firing his salty white spunk into the air. Natalie couldn't believe what was happening; yet she never let up her assault on James' prick. Her hand was now completely covered in her stepbrother's hot sauce, but this did more to encourage than dissuade her from continuing. At last, following a giant multiple blast of cream that ended up soaking the area directly in front of him, James heaved a great sigh and fell to the floor exhausted.

"That was fucking great, brother," Natalie said patting him on the back. "I didn't know you had it in you."

"Neither did I," the boy replied breathing heavily.

The audience's reaction to James' spectacular display was overwhelming. With the possible exception of King Matumba, he had been the best performer so far, and had proven himself to be a force to be reckoned with. From that moment on, Natalie never treated him with even the slightest hint of disparagement. He had become an overnight sensation.

"James Portman everybody!" Ashley yelled into the microphone. "Thank you Natalie. You guys were great!"

Natalie and James waved to the ecstatic audience; both overcome by the wonderful reception they were receiving. 

"Take James into the house and let him lie down," Mary Kate said to Natalie. "The poor guy looks exhausted."

"Thanks Mary Kate," James said, struggling to maintain his balance. "I could use some rest."

"I'll be back in a few minutes," Natalie told the twin.

She then thanked Mary Kate and helped her stepbrother off the stage.

In no time flat the cleanup crew was once again mopping up the puddles of sperm that decorated the front area of the stage and the dozen or so feet in front of the proscenium. During this time several members of the orchestra left their seats and moved to their new positions just in front of the conductor's podium, where a set of drums, synthesizers, guitars, and amplifiers had been previously set up for just this occasion. The women gawked and made catcalls at the nude men, teasing them without mercy. 

"Okay!" Ashley yelled, trying to get the crowd's attention. "We have a special treat for you now, ladies! Here she is, singing her No. 1 song 'Toxic'—Britney Spears!"

From the rear of the audience a pretty blond girl came strutting down the aisle toward the stage just as the music started to play. It was indeed Britney, followed by four more pretty girls—her backup singers. As they weaved their way through the crowd toward the stage, Britney and her companions started singing into the tiny microphones they each wore around their heads as headsets. The lyrics of "Toxic" filled the air and the crowd immediately started singing along.

Standing outside the tent were the performers, all of them dancing in time with the rhythm. Even Olga looked excited as Britney and her four singers walked onto the stage and broke into their dance routine. But it was Tom Murphy who was most captivated by the sultry blond entertainer. He stood as close as possible to the singers, not once taking his eyes off the star. 

"She's fantastic!" he said to Joey. "What a voice!"

"It ain't her voice that attracts me, mate," Joey replied, staring straight at her ass.

Britney had chosen to perform in nothing more than a pink teddy—a very revealing piece of lingerie that left nothing to the imagination. The other singers wore a variation on the same theme, only white.

"I'd love to have my face buried underneath that tight fuckin' arse of hers," Joey continued, fondling his gargantuan nuts. "And her suckin' on my prick like her life depended on it."

Tom didn't bother to look at Joey or pay much attention to what he way saying. He was too enraptured by the presence of the beautiful Britney, and nothing was going to spoil his enjoyment of watching her perform; not even the vulgar comments of the little man.

As he became more and more engrossed by the singing star's performance, Tom found himself copying some of the exact same moves that Britney's backup singers were performing. The truth was that Tom was a very good dancer, but he had always hesitated to show this side of himself to the world. Now, however, he found himself not caring what anyone might think of his dancing abilities. After all, he was standing in front of everyone completely nude, so what did it matter what anyone might think? And this was, after all, Britney herself, in the flesh, and dancing almost completely nude herself!

To his and everyone's surprise, Tom suddenly, yet discreetly, moved his body into position between the two middle singers, acting as if he was indeed part of the act. The girls looked at him askance at first, but then, seeing how graceful a dancer he was, treated him as if he were one of them. Britney, seeing the reaction of the crowd to Tom's intrusion, was at first a trifle annoyed, but quickly realized that the handsome, muscular man dancing energetically behind her seemed to add, rather than diminish, the quality of her routine. She gave him a big smile and Tom felt on top of the world.

Ashley and Mary Kate, and all the other performers, cheered the good-natured teacher on while the audience chanted the lyrics to the song.

"Well, now he can't complain that he doesn't have a routine," Mary Kate said to Ashley. Suddenly her eyes opened wide. "Oh, wow! Look at that!"

But Ashley didn't have to look. Her eyes had never left the tall, graceful form of Tom Murphy. But now, something else was going on. Britney had taken Tom by the hand and was now rubbing her semi-nude body up against his cock, which had suddenly become erect. Upon seeing his huge prick jutting out before him, Britney whispered something into his ear and he shook his head as if in agreement.

"I wonder what that slut is up to," Ashley said to Mary Kate.

"If I know Britney," Mary Kate replied, "she's going to force him to beat his meat."

"Lovely," Ashley snickered. "Do you really think he'll go through with it?"

"Yup. Can't let a good erection go to waste. Especially not with Britney."

Mary Kate had a sixth sense when it came to predicting the moment of a man's ejaculation. But she also was a very good interpreter of people's actions. Britney was a dominant woman, used to getting her own way. And when she harbored a desire, she was compelled to fulfill that desire by any means possible, even manipulating others to do her bidding—and if the "other" happened to be a male, so much the better. Mary Kate knew the singing star's predilection for kinky behavior, especially when the kinky behavior was suggested by her and performed by someone else. It was a huge turn on for Britney—a egocentric thrill at having control over others. It made her feel like a goddess. And now, before the entire assemblage of celebrities, she was going to make Tom do something wicked, something he could never have imaged himself doing for anyone else, and she would have everyone worshipping at her feet—just as she expected.

With the music now at a frenetic pitch, and the band playing at a deafening volume, Britney and the other singers guided Tom to the center of the stage and told him to start jerking his cock, which he did unhesitatingly. As the girls sang the words "toxic" over and over again, Tom responded by tugging on his huge prick to the delight of Britney and the entire audience. For his part, Tom was completely under the star's control, anxious to please her in any way possible. He felt elation at the thought that his beloved Britney thought highly enough of him to make him part of her act, and he was determined not to disappoint her.

The girls began touching his body all over as he continued to masturbate himself with wild abandon in front of the huge crowd of jeering women. Britney herself never touched him once, she only looked on with amusement as Tom brought himself closer and closer to orgasm. She suddenly brought one of her tits close to his mouth, taunting him.

"She's such a fucking tease!" Mary Kate spat. "A real fucking bitch!"

"I hope she gets a mouthful of cum," Ashley replied with disdain.

"Now that would be great! But I don't think that's going to happen."

"Too bad. Imagine having that on videotape?"

The sisters shared a laugh and then stopped abruptly when it was apparent that Tom was going to shoot his load.

"Here it comes!" Mary Kate squealed into the microphone

The music suddenly came to a stop as Tom's prick twitched and then started to erupt giant ropes of creamy sperm high up into the air.

Britney and the girls stepped back a few feet to witness Tom's ejaculation, laughing at each successive and voluminous spurt as it sailed into the air in front of them. 

Tom's fist was pumping wildly up and down on his swollen shaft, trying to coax out as much sperm as possible. With each spurt, he was greeted by wild applause.

"Shoot it out baby!" said a voice from far back in the crowd.

And shoot he did. Long, thick ropes of spunk were fired off in quick succession as the floor in front of him became saturated with his cum. Britney stood motionless only a few feet away from him, but the exhilaration of forcing yet another man to bend to her will was written all over her face. With every long jet of sperm ejected came the thrill of knowing that she was the one in control; the one who held the power.

Tom continued to ejaculate as the women cheered him on. Toward the end he turned his head to observe Britney laughing wildly, as if she had caught him masturbating for the first time. The humiliating way in which she pointed at his cock, with the intent of making him feel ashamed, actually served to excite him even more. And in so doing, he finished off with a series of multiple shots of cum, in homage to the will of his goddess. 

By the time he had finished ejaculating, he couldn't perform another dance move and had to retreat toward the tent to the accompaniment of wild applause. Britney then launched into several other numbers finishing with "My Prerogative," having been joined onstage by Madonna and Beyonce. The three divas sang their hearts out and were rewarded by a thunderous round of applause at the conclusion of the performance. The stars then took their bows and waltzed off the stage with the backup singers following close behind. 

"Thank you Britney, Madonna, and Beyonce," Ashley said into the microphone. "That was great!" Once the applause had subsided, she continued. "Our next performer really needs no introduction. Most of you have seen his show at the La Fontaine. And if you haven't, then you're in luck, because he's here today to entertain you. The man who has given new meaning to the phrase, 'multiple ejaculations," here he is, Mr. Anthony Riddle!"

As soon as Ashley's introduction ended the orchestra began playing Anthony's signature song, the "James Bond Theme". And just as abruptly, Anthony himself came running onto the stage dressed in a black tuxedo and holding a huge water pistol in his hands. He immediately set about taking aim at the celebrities in the front row and began squirting them indiscriminately. The first few women got completely drenched with water but they appeared to be enjoying the refreshing coolness of the liquid. At one point Anthony turned his back on the crowd only to reveal a big hole in his suit, showcasing his tight buttocks to all the women. They responded with a thunderous round of applause.

He was an excellent dancer and had lost nothing of his innate abilities during his short tenure away from the stage. Craig and Barney jealously watched him glide effortlessly from one side of the stage to another, performing intricate dance moves that made their routine seem dull by comparison. This was no average run of the mill male stripper—he was a professionally trained dancer and he was no less than exceptional.

Suddenly appearing in the front row was Drew Barrymore, looking as sensational as ever. She shouted words of encouragement to her boyfriend, delighting in every move he made.

"Go, baby!" she screamed at him while lowering her blouse to reveal her huge succulent tits. 

The women in the front row followed suit, each one of them teasing Anthony in the same fashion. Anthony responded by removing bits of clothing one piece at a time until he stood before them completely nude, with the exception of his black bowtie, which remained fastened around his neck.

"God, he looks so good I could eat him!" Christina Ricci shouted into Drew's ear.

Drew laughed at her remark but said nothing. She was too enraptured with Anthony's sexually captivating dance to pay much attention to anything else.

Now the music segued into an instrumental dance number that got everyone hopping. Already fully erect, Anthony positioned himself front and center as he began to masturbate himself. His extra long tool stuck out from his body at a 45-degree angle, and while her jerked himself off, he continued to sway his body back and forth in time with the music. With the constant goading of the women, it wasn't long before he began to ejaculate.

There was a collective gasp then a sudden burst of applause as the women were treated to not one, but a half dozen of creamy spurts of sperm firing off in quick succession. The cum landed about ten feet in front of him, with only a few missiles splashing into the barrier that formed the outside ridge of the stage. But it wasn't a matter of how far he could shoot; it was the stop and go series of multiple cum blasts that held the audience spellbound.

Within seconds, several thick ropes of sperm were again launched into the air and once more everyone reacted with surprise and delight. And so it went on for about a full minute until at last Anthony's potent tool and its prodigious offerings were utterly spent. In front of him was a giant puddle of cum, and as he bowed to the cheers and applause of the women, the Olsen's steadfast and efficient crew came onstage to clean up the mess.

"Wasn't he just great?" Drew said to Kelly as she continued to clap her hands when everyone else had stopped.

Kelly looked amused. "The lawyer who moonlights as a stripper! You've got to love that!"

Anthony retired into the tent and on the way in he bumped into Johnny, looking every bit as confident as Anthony himself and eager to go on stage. The stripper sized the younger man up and laughed under his breath. "Three nuts!" he sneered. "You better have some damn good routine boy or those broads will eat you up alive!"

"I can take care of myself," Johnny replied sternly. "And don't call me 'boy'."

Anthony looked at the young man as if he wanted to slap him, but instead swore under his breath and walked toward the rear of the tent to retrieve his clothes.

Joey happened to be standing nearest to Johnny when this brief altercation took place, and he patted Johnny on the back vigorously. "I don't know what his problem is lad, but I think it might be called 'jealousy'. Don't let it bother you."

"I never did anything to him," Johnny replied.

"Sometimes people hate for reasons they don't even understand themselves. And sometimes people hate for no reason at all. You just go out there and do your thing and I promise you the ladies will love you."

Johnny bestowed upon Johnny one of his rare smiles. "Thanks, Joey. I appreciate that."

The stage was now once more free of any traces of Anthony's sperm. Once again, Ashley spoke to the crowd. "This next guy you're going to meet is one of Teri Hatcher's boys. His name is Johnny "ET" Adams, and he has a very special physical mutation that allows him to produce enormous amounts of cum for sustained periods of time. Or so he claims."

"What does "ET" stand for?" Mariel Hemingway asked. "Extraterrestrial?" 

"Nope," Ashley replied. "But you're close."

A few other women attempted to guess what the initials meant, but none succeeded. Finally, the crowd demanded that Ashley tell them her secret.

Chuckling a little to herself as she moved the microphone closer to her mouth she announced loudly, "extra testicle!"

There was a moment of stunned silence and then the entire audience burst out laughing. 

"No way!" Sarah Michelle Gellar shouted. "No fucking way!"

"It's a joke!" one of the lesser luminaries kept repeating. "A bloody joke!"

This was followed by dozens of disparaging remarks that went on for several minutes. At last, after much pleading, Ashley finally got the crowd to simmer down.

"You can't tell us that this guy actually has three balls!" Jessica Alba said to Ashley. 

Moving in toward the microphone, Mary Kate replied to the question. "Yes, Jessica, he does."

"Well then, show us!" demanded Alyssa. "Bring him out!"

The crowd then began screaming unanimously that Johnny come onto the stage.

Even before Ashley could introduce the young man, Johnny appeared on the platform dressed in nothing but a black thong. His fair skin, and thin, though muscular, frame looked very much like it had stepped off the pedestal belonging to some Renaissance sculptor. His long, blond hair and handsome face immediately won him supporters, although most of the women were anxious to see if his claims were true.

The crowd teased him mercilessly for several minutes until Ashley took things in hand yet again.

"Okay," she said, calling for attention. "You wanted proof. Here it is." She turned to Johnny. "If you don't mind..."

On her command, Johnny removed his thong. 

If the audience were expecting to see something aberrant about Johnny's genitals they were soon disappointed. As he stood there completely naked, it appeared that his cock was really nothing much to brag about. It looked perfectly normal in its flaccid state. His balls, too, looked completely normal. No sign of a third testicle anywhere. Moans of disenchantment filled the air.

"Oh, come on Ashley," Kelly Ripa complained. "What's the deal here? This guy doesn't have a third nut!"

Both Ashley and Mary Kate, like the crowd, had been expecting to see visible evidence of Johnny's mutation. They looked at each other in wonderment, feeling betrayed.

"Where is it?" Ashley said to Johnny. "Where is this extra testicle?"

"He doesn't have a third testicle!" Joan Collins shouted to the crowd. "It's all a bunch of bullshit! Ashley and Mary Kate are putting us on!"

Seeing that the women were getting more irritated by the minute, Ashley grabbed Johnny by the arm and pulled him to her. "Do you really have a third nut? Yes or no?"

"Yes," he replied. 

"Then show them!"

"I can't..." 

Suddenly, Johnny pulled the microphone from Ashley's hands. "What are you doing?" she asked, startled.

"Ladies," he began, speaking to the crowd. "I really do have three testicles. I know it doesn't look that way, but I do. The problem is that the third one rests behind the two in front. It's a little smaller than the other two and sits further up into my body, but it's there, I promise you."

He made this statement with utter sincerity, but the women wanted proof.

"You say you can shoot sperm like for what...hours on end?" asked Beyonce in a derisive tone.

"Not hours," he replied. "But for a good five minutes straight."

Beyonce guffawed. "Not even King Matumba can do that!"

"No human being can do it, except for me," he stated proudly.

Drew thought this was absurd. "You're telling us that you can do better than Anthony?" 

"Yes, a lot better."

"Then why don't you go ahead and show us? Go ahead. Do it right now."

"I intend to," Johnny replied, handing the microphone back to Ashley. He then turned to Barney and Craig. "Hey guys, would you mind bringing out that big plastic container? I'm going to need it."

"You mean the one on wheels?" Barney asked. "The clear one with the flip-off lid?"

"That's it."

Anthony Riddle laughed aloud. "So that's what that thing is for Mr. ET? To catch your juice, man?" 

"That's right," Johnny replied.

"You need a fucking thimble, not a container," Anthony said contemptuously. "That thing holds a maximum of one gallon. It says so right on it."

"I know that."

"And I suppose you think you're going to fill it up?"

"Yes, I am."

Anthony sneered. "Fuck you, kid. The only thing that so-called extra testicle has given you is an oversized fucking ego!"

Johnny was going to say something in reply but thought the better of it and turned his back on the disgruntled lawyer.

"Hey!" Barney said, addressing Anthony in an unfriendly tone. "You had your chance, right? Now give the kid his shot."

Seeing that the powerful black man was serious, Anthony backed down and from then on said nothing further to Johnny.

With respect to Johnny's wishes, Craig and Barney disappeared into the tent and moments later came out pushing a giant, plastic container to the center of the stage. It looked similar to a three-tiered filing cabinet more than anything else, with the exception that it was made of clear fiberglass and could be tilted either forward or backward to an angle of 45 degrees. At Johnny's request, Barney removed the clear plastic lid and placed it aside while Craig angled the container toward the boy.

"Thanks guys," Johnny said. "That's fine."

"What the fuck are you gonna do with that thing?" Halle Berry asked Johnny. 

"I'm going to fill it up with cum," he stated in a matter of fact tone.

The audience exploded with laughter.

"I ain't never heard of anything so stupid in my entire life!" Beyonce groaned. "Joan was right everybody. This is all bullshit!"

At this point Mary Kate interceded. "Oh shut the fuck up would you please? At least give the guy a chance!"

"Now you watch your mouth little girl!" Beyonce snapped. "If you two are lyin' about this guy, we're gonna report you both to your chapter leader!"

Ashley, realizing that alcohol played more of a part in Beyonce's behavior than anything else, responded diplomatically. "Fine, Beyonce. You do that. But let's give Johnny a chance, okay?"

Beyonce couldn't argue with that since she was just as anxious to see if the young man could indeed live up to his claim. "Okay, okay," she replied, making mocking faces at the young man.

Johnny, meanwhile, had been stroking his cock during this exchange of words; heedless of anything except the growing feeling in his loins that told him he was going to have an ejaculation of seismic proportions. How he knew this he could not explain; he just felt it happening inside him, much like a person knows if he or she is going to sneeze—you can't control or stop it, it just happens. Already, with only one minute having past since he began stroking his cock, he was at full extension, his balls rising high up into this body. He knew that his third testicle was the true protagonist in the production about to unfold. And as much as he wanted to startle the women with his prodigious display of multiple cumshots, he wanted even more to make Anthony Riddle eat his own words.

"Are you watching this?" Mary Kate asked Ashley.

It was a rhetorical question and Ashley didn't even bother to respond. Like Mary Kate, her eyes were glued to Johnny's persistently moving right hand, now glazed over with a thin, clear patina of pre-cum.

"Do you really think you're going to fill that thing up?" Brittany Murphy asked Johnny from her place in the front row.

"Watch and see," was all the masturbator could respond.

"Are you guys getting all this?" Mary Kate asked the video crew.

"Yes, Ms. Olsen," one of the camerawomen replied with anticipation in her voice. "Every bit."

A strange silence fell over the crowd, as if they were afraid to speak lest they interrupt the concentration of the young man. Johnny tugged away completely unaffected by the hundreds of peering eyes watching intently as every motion of his right hand brought him closer to orgasm. Mary Kate and Ashley purposely positioned themselves on either side of the handsome boy, not wanting to miss what they hoped would be—if Johnny were to be believed—an astounding series of electrifying multiple climaxes. In fact, all the performers now moved closer to Johnny, surrounding him on all sides, curious to see what the supposed boy wonder could do. Everyone that is except Anthony.

The former headliner at the La Fontaine didn't venture far from the tent, watching the proceedings with an envious eye. He wanted desperately to believe in his own fiction, that Johnny was indeed a fraud. Why he disliked the boy had a lot to do with Johnny's cocky attitude more than anything else. But it also had to do with the fact that he had always prided himself on being the only man who could produce the stunning series of multiple climaxes that had made him famous. Now that reputation was being challenged by some young upstart, a nobody who had been elevated by sheer luck to the position of Teri Hatcher's boy servant. His macho sensibilities made him feel disgust at the thought that this damn kid could possibly outdo even his own remarkable achievements. And the fact that he was a Sisterhood lackey made him dislike the boy even more. Part of him wanted to grab the kid by the ears and throw him bodily into the crowd. But another part of him wanted to see him fail, to see "ET" become a laughingstock in front of an entire audience of jeering celebrities, delighting in the fact that they had been right about him after all.
"You're going to cum soon, Johnny, aren't you?" Mary Kate asked the boy as she leaned closer to him, grabbing his right ass check in her left hand. "I can always tell when a guy is ready to cream."

"Yes," he stammered. "I'm going to...blow my fucking load...real soon!"

The boy was breathing so hard by this time that he could barely speak.

Unexpectedly, Ashley grabbed Johnny's balls and squeezed them hard. He gave a jolt, and relishing in the sublime pleasure her delicate, manicured hand was giving him, relaxed and let her fondle his straining ball sack, full to the bursting point with sperm that needed to be released. "Point that big stick of yours into the container," she ordered him. "Mary Kate and I want to watch you fill it up to the brim."

With the audience cheering him on in front of him, and his fellow performers encouraging him from behind, Johnny stroked his cock like a wild man, the huge amount of pre-cum looking as if he had already ejaculated dozens of times. Mary Kate gave Ashley a broad grin, which meant that Johnny's orgasm was imminent.

"Fill it up!" the crowd roared. "Fill it up!"

Johnny braced himself against the twins, who were now pushed up against him, forming a bodily vise like two human bookends aiming to keep him standing upright. Moving his legs further apart to balance himself, he delivered the final strokes to his agitated penis, the expanding purple head filling with seed ready to be launched.

To the unending cacophony of raised and incessant voices all demanding the relinquishment of his hot sticky semen, the young man started to ejaculate.

"Holy fuck!" Johnny screamed, his body tensing for the release of his semen. "I'm fucking coming!"

As soon as he said this, Mary Kate pulled his hand away and took over stroking his cock herself. Johnny was caught by surprise but he no longer had any control over his penis. The sperm was inexorably on its way out regardless of whose hand was doing the pulling. The fact that it was Mary Kate's hand made it all the more pleasurable. His entire body froze in place as the lovely twin's hand traveled up and down his cock at lighting speed. She gave one last look at Ashley before devoting her entire attention to masturbating Johnny. Both sisters were grinning ear to ear.

The first jet of white cream hit the far side of the container with tremendous speed, splashing into the clear plastic at such great velocity that the sperm dissembled into irregular droplets that ricocheted off the four walls of the container. Some of the milky fluid actually flew beyond the rim of the container but most of it remained within it.

"Keep it pointed down!" Mary Kate instructed, as her hand worked his dick in feverish, insistent motions. "I want to see lots of fucking ropes, Johnny!"

As her jerking fist moved up to his glans, Johnny delivered a remarkable series of cumshots. At the sight of it everyone went berserk. Long, stringy ropes of cum were fired off in unbelievably quick succession, as if someone had turned on a hose. Mary Kate, astonished at the incredible amounts of cum being sent into the container, started to tug on Johnny's huge prick even harder, hoping to provoke as much sperm from his balls as possible.

"Keep shooting, baby!" she said. "Keep those ropes coming!"

"It's that third nut!" Ashley exclaimed, as she continued playing with Johnny's swollen scrotum. "I can feel it now!"

Just then a huge wad of spunk flew into the container, a load almost as big as the first had been. Johnny's hips were rocking back and forth in time with Mary Kate's persistent handjob, serving up rope after rope of hot sticky spunk brought forth by the girl's assiduous tugging.

"That's it!" Mary Kate cooed softly in his ear. "Make my hands all sticky with your creamy cum!"

Ashley watched in utter fascination as her sister's hands plied Johnny's tool with unceasing attention, utilizing all her manipulative skills to make his penis surrender every single drop of sperm imaginable. It appeared to her that Johnny, now sweating profusely and in a semi-euphoric state, had been telling the truth after all. She could actually feel the restless sperm inside his huge scrotum moving up through the steel-hard shaft with a singular purpose, all made possible by the abnormality that most men would have died to possess and probably what Anthony Riddle, had he been honest enough to admit it, secretly coveted.

"I love sperm," Mary Kate suddenly blurted out as she watched a dozen sticky missiles sail into the container one after the other. Her statement made everyone laugh. 

Ashley laughed too, but for another reason. She noticed that the container was just reaching half full, and she could not reconcile that such a thing was possible with what her eyes were showing her. The sheer impossibility of a man filling a one-gallon container with sperm was incomprehensible—not to mention scientifically impossible. Yet Johnny's prick continued to shoot wad after wad of semen into it. That was one half gallon already!

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Joan Collins hollered as she pushed her way to the proscenium. "Is this fucking bloke for real?"

"What do you think?" Mary Kate answered her, not breaking her stride.

Queen Latifah, who was also hugging the front of the stage, stood absolutely dazed as she watched the continual barrage of hot sperm fly into the container without pause. "Fuck me!" she declared. "And fuck me again!"

Joey Balls, who, along with the other dwarfs had to stand on the outer flanks of the group, thus affording them a less satisfying position from which to watch the spectacle, was mesmerized by the vast amounts of spunk that Johnny was delivering into the murky basin.

"The only other time I've ever seen such a thing," he said to Boris, "was when we were all on the EJAX drug. But even then, no one ever gave up that much of his stuff. This is beyond my comprehension."

"I'll tell you one thing, Joey," Boris replied. "If Mary Kate or Ashley were giving me a handjob, I think I might come like that too!"

"You would not!" Vladimir snapped. "Oh, sure you can cum quite a bit, but not like that and you know it. That boy is a freak."

Pavel, the quietist one of the bunch, felt it necessary to voice his opinion. "I've seen Boris shoot big, big loads," he said to Vladamir. "Okay, maybe not as big as Johnny's, but very big. Bigger than yours!"

Vladamir shrugged his shoulders in disgust. "What do you know anyway you little tumbler of Vodka?"

"Will you two shut up?" Boris demanded. "You are both being disrespectful!"

From her vantage point several feet away Olga caught wind of the dwarfs' conversation and gave them all a harsh look. That was all she had to do. All of them, including Joey, dropped the conversation then and there.

The container was now three quarters' full, which meant that three quarts of sperm had so far been deposited, and Johnny was still ejaculating. Both Mary Kate and Ashley's hands were saturated with spunk, but neither sister removed her hand from Johnny's cock or balls, determined to milk him for every last drop of his vital juices. A good deal of the boy's cum had found its way into the container but the stringy aftermath of each eruption of sperm fell from the tip of his penis like water over a waterfall, coating Mary Kate's busily working fingers with cascading rivulets of man cream that she used to further lubricate the constantly ejaculating prick. Ashley helped her sister along by periodically playing with Johnny's balls, digging her fingers hard into his sac to stimulate the third testicle with the intention of generating a greater volume of sperm.

"Ropes! Ropes! Ropes!" Mary Kate sang as a dozen creamy loads, provoked by her masterly efforts, shot into the container at top speed.

"You're going to drain this guy dry!" Ashley squealed, as she jostled his balls back and forth in her hand.

"That's the idea!" she replied, laughing as she watched a long, sticky wad of semen shoot high up into the air, missing the container completely.

"Oops!" Ashley cried. "Pay attention Mary Kate!"

As the spectators watched in disbelief, Johnny's cock continued to fire off ropes of hot spunk under the control of the beautiful sisters. Johnny looked like he was going to pass out from all the sperm he was surrendering to Mary Kate's merciless handjob. Yet, to see her lovely face only inches from his prick, while teasing him with the most outrageous litanies of filth, he really had no chance at all of holding onto even the tiniest amount of spunk. But he really didn't care. All he wanted to do was to give her everything she demanded of him. Nothing else mattered.

The container was now almost brimming over with sperm—a full gallon of white, viscous fluid sloshing around like heavy cream in a bottle. Many of the orchestra members left their seats to witness the unusual event, some even fighting to get to stand in front of the celebrities themselves. After another dozen or so rounds of cum had been sent into the container, Johnny's prick finally shut down. Ashley stared down into the container in disbelief, as did everyone else. No one could believe what he or she were seeing.

"Jesus Christ!" Madonna exclaimed, wincing at the salty brew. "There's a ton of jizz in there."

"Try a full gallon," Ashley replied. "Enough sperm to populate the fucking universe!"

All at once people began clapping. And suddenly there arose a deafening roar of appreciation from the incredulous audience, none of whom had ever experienced such a thing.

"Now I know why Teri wants you around!" Mary Kate said to the exhausted Johnny. "But consider yourself on loan, okay?"

"Definitely!" Ashley said enthusiastically. "That was amazing!"

Johnny smiled weakly and fell back into the waiting arms of Barney and Craig. "I need to rest for a while. I'm fucking wiped out."

"I'd say you'd need about a week's rest after that performance brother!" Barney joked.

"Let's get our boy back into the tent, Barney," Craig said, helping to prop up Johnny who could now barely walk straight.

The twins looked down into the container and shook their heads in disbelief. Many of the women in the first few rows stared at the container too, just as stunned by what they were seeing. 

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes," said Angelina Jolie, "I would never have believed it."

"Neither would I," commented Janet Jackson, who seemed revolted at the sight of the obscene gallon of testicular fluid sitting only a few feet from her face. "It's so nasty looking."

"No, it's not, Janet," Mary Kate replied, both her hands covered with sperm. I think it's very sexy."

"Sexy?" Janet asked. "You think this cum is sexy sitting there like that in that container?"

"Knowing that these hands of mine helped put it there, yeah, I do."

"Look at your hands," Ashley said to Mary Kate. "They're dripping with cum."

"And so are yours," Mary Kate replied as she lifted her hands up in front of her, the strands of sticky spunk clinging to her fingers, refusing to be dislodged. She rubbed her hands together vigorously in order to give the sperm even more plasticity, and then intertwined her fingers, forcing the semen to escape between them, creating small grayish-white tendrils as she pulled her hands apart.

"You are so talented, Mary Kate," Ashley said, watching her sister play with the sticky mass. "Now what are we going to do with this load?"

Mary Kate peered over the rim of the container. "How about this?" 

To everyone's surprise, she reached her hand down into the creamy solution and withdrew it quickly, flinging huge globs of spunk into the audience. The women in the front row dodged quickly to avoid getting themselves covered in the vile goop. Mary Kate laughed hysterically.

"What are you afraid of?" she yelled at them. "It's only cum! Here, have some more!"

She again reached down into the container and came up with another huge handful of the messy spunk, and once more sent another stringy mass of sperm flying into the crowd. "It's raining cum, hallelujah!" she sang, as the celebrities fought to avoid getting splashed. She did this several more times until finally inviting Ashley to join in the fun. "Come on, high five me!"

The slimy paste that clung to Ashley's hands and arms made sharp contact with Mary Kate's similarly covered limbs, making a loud smack that sent droplets of sperm flying outward in a 360-degree radius. They did this several times until much of the semen had come off their arms and hands and was now forming a small puddle on the stage floor. Together the twins made short work of the sperm they had collected, each rubbing their hands together until Johnny's semen became a gelatinous mass that they began to play with, acting like little girls who had just discovered the joy of play dough. 

"Watch this!" Mary Kate laughed as she and Ashley brought their cum-soaked hands together in mid air and then quickly released them, causing the sperm to cling to their fingers, forming a slimy spider web.

"Oh, my God, you two are so nasty!" squealed Queen Latifah. "Playin' with cum like that!"

Joey Balls watched the two girls with bewilderment, yet he found their antics strangely exciting. "Blimey!" he exclaimed to Craig. "I ain't never seen two girls love cum as much as them two."

"If they keep it up, I think I'm going to wind up with a hard-on!" Craig replied.

"I know what you mean, mate. Seeing them two lovely young women playin' with a bloke's spunk like that makes me want to shoot another load!"

A few minutes later, after the twins had entertained themselves and an astonished crowd, they had Maria wash their hands with the garden hose and then towel them dry.

Crew!" Mary Kate hollered to two women standing not far off. "Dump that cum down the toilet. And be careful. I don't want you spilling any of it on my carpet!"

The two women dutifully obeyed Mary Kate's orders and placed the lid back on the now full container and carried it, and its creamy contents, into the house.

"This is one for the medical books!" Tom Murphy said to Ashley. "A gallon of cum from one guy. Fucking astounding! And I liked your cum play too. Very hot."

Ashley gave him a warm smile and turned to look down at the spot where only a few minutes before she and her sister had provoked the most intense orgasm ever induced. It made her feel powerful that she was partly responsible for the incredible sexual feat. Johnny certainly had lived up to his promise.

In the interim before the next act was to begin, Anthony left the tent momentarily to seek out Drew, who was standing at the front of the stage trying to get his attention. When they finally met she gave him a kiss and a warning.

"I heard about what's going on between you and Johnny," she said. "I want you to leave him alone."

"I'm not going to touch the guy," Anthony assured her. "I think he's an asshole but I'm not going to touch him."

"He's the asshole?" she retorted. "He is?"

Anthony frowned. "What's your problem, Drew?"

"You are. Johnny is Teri's property, okay? Do you get that? He willingly volunteered to be her servant. So that means hands off to you. Now I know you're pissed off because he showed you up, but you know what? That's life! Deal with it Anthony because if you can't then we're through, and I mean it."

Anthony had hoped that Drew would have been more sympathetic, but it seemed she had no intentions of assuaging his bruised ego. "Fine," he replied hastily. "Any way you want it."

"Good. Now give me a kiss and make nice with Johnny or I'll kick your beautiful ass!" He kissed her lightly on the lips but his heart wasn't in it. "Remember what I told you," she warned him once more as she left to rejoin her friends.

Anthony skulked back to the tent, feeling betrayed. How could he expect someone like Drew, a member of the Sisterhood no less, to really understand the male psyche when it came to being top dick in town. It was a macho thing for sure, but even a little sympathy on her part would have been welcome. As for Johnny, he'd leave the kid alone as he had promised, unless he got on his nerves. Then he might have to teach the impertinent young punk a little lesson in humility.

As Ashley and Mary Kate once more took the stage, Linda Carter, who had once played "Wonder Woman" on TV, approached the proscenium. She looked a bit miffed.

"That last bit of stage business was terrific girls—even if you got some of the fucking cum on me! What do you do for an encore? Swallow the jizz?"

"I'm sorry, Linda," Mary Kate replied. "I think I got a little carried away."

Linda softened a bit at Mary Kate's apology, but she was still in a reprimanding mood. "Just don't do it again. I love spunk too, but I like mine warm and either up my twat or down my throat."

She said this in all seriousness, although the girls had to both suppress their urge to laugh.

"I had no idea you two were so fucking randy," Jennifer Love Hewitt said to Ashley. "And especially you! I always thought you were the demure one."

"Surprise!" Ashley replied genially. "You can't judge a book by its cover."

"I guess not. But it's nice to see that you have a kinky side. Very nice."

Jennifer gave Ashley a coy wink and melted back into the crowd. It was time to bring on the next act.

(To Be Continued)

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