The A.V. Club

A Novel by J.K. Ermon (jokermon)

Chapter Sixteen: A Tale of Three Sandwiches

This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction for the entertainment of adults only. Everything in this story is imaginary and is not meant to represent any real-life people, events, or medical conditions. It contains explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content. If that's not your thing, or if reading this type of material is unlawful where you reside, don't read it. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older, even if it seems otherwise for dramatic or narrative purposes. Please enjoy this story responsibly and do not repost without permission. This story is copyright©2016 J.K. Ermon.

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I woke up before everyone the next morning. I felt great. I still wasn't used to that.

No one else was going to be up for an hour, so I put on my sweats and went for a run. I pounded the dirt paths around my neighborhood for a good half-hour until I had worked my muscles to a fine glow. I headed home when I started getting hungry. By the time I was out of the shower, the rest of the house had awoken.

When I went down and discovered Mom making pancakes, I was so happy, I kissed her cheek.

She shooed me away. "Oh, sit down, you." I could tell she was pleased.

The phone did not ring at breakfast.

My parents kept glancing at it, and the front door too, expecting another interruption to our domestic harmony. When we all rose from the table without incident, the relief was palpable.

I stopped at the pharmacy again on the way to school. This time I strode right up to Ernie at the counter and in a firm, carrying voice said, "Box of twenty-four Trojans, Ernie, please and thanks."

The second the words left my mouth I realized I'd said them a bittoofirmly. The pharmacy wasn't empty this time. In my peripheral vision, I could see heads turning at my announcement.

Ernie paused and gave me a skeptical look. "That was quick. What happened to the box from last week?"

I swallowed. "That was for a friend. These are for me."

Ernie snorted and rang up the purchase. He handed them to me with a pointed silence and lack of eye contact. I walked out bruised but whole.

~~~

As soon as I got to school, I found a folded-up note in my locker. Someone had stuffed it through the vent.

Hello Wonderful Boyfriend!

All is well! Sessions to resume at lunch today. Please bring the car around.

- E

I stared at it.

My brain was spinning.How did she get this here? Did Marianne drop it off for her?

My nostrils twitched. The note was perfumed. It was very subtle, but I recognized it. Emily had daubed the paper with her jizz.

"Damn," I breathed. Just the smell of it had my magma rising.

~~~

At twelve sharp, I pulled up to the fence by Grant's blind side. I barely had the bananamobile in park before Emily and Marianne appeared.

"Damn," I breathed again.

They both looked gorgeous. Marianne was in a form-fitting sleeveless blue dress that flared around her knees. Emily had dispensed with her usual oak-barrel cardigan and wore a pretty paisley-print blouse tucked into a flouncy mid-length skirt. The skirt had just enough flounce to make a sporran unnecessary. That was all it concealed; her monumental curvature was no longer a secret to anyone in that outfit.

Marianne looked like a princess from some European country like Monaco or Liechtenstein. Emily looked like a busty, freckle-faced farm girl turned burlesque star.

Emily dove into the back seat and Marianne took shotgun. I kissed them both hello. Marianne seemed back to normal. She leaned into the kiss pleasantly.

As soon as the car was in motion, Emily gushed, "Doesn't Marianne lookgreat?"

"She does," I agreed.

"Oh, stop it," muttered Marianne. "And stop doing that," she snapped at Emily, who was staring at her adoringly. Marianne looked at me. "I swear, she was doing that all day yesterday." She sounded exasperated, but also a little pleased.

"I can't help it," Emily said. "I always knew you were beautiful. I'm so happy everyone else can see it now, too."

Marianne rolled her eyes. Again, she didn't look entirely upset about it.

"So how was your shopping trip?" I asked.With my money,I didn't add.

"It was great," said Emily.

"Yeah, exceptthisone," Marianne said, jerking a thumb at Emily, "kept following me into every fitting room and trying to get fresh."

"Youletme get fresh. Several times."

"Hang on," I said. "You two did it...in department storechanging rooms?"

"Several of them," Emily said dreamily. "Shillito's, Macy's, Mabley & Carew..."

"Did you get caught?"

"Relax," Marianne said laconically. "We didn't get caught. Although the lady at Pogue's did give us a weird look on our way out."

"Marianne and I got some beautiful clothes."

"Hold it," I said. "Marianne and you?"

"Don't worry Romeo," Marianne said with a smirk. "We didn't gotooover-budget."

I forced myself to sound magnanimous. "It's okay. As long as you're happy."

Marianne laughed. "Oh, I'm happy, all right."

Veryhappy to have spent all your money,her tone said.

The odd thing was, shedidlook happy. She seemed content and at home within herself in a way that was new to her. Her newly graceful and larger-breasted body reclined in the seat beside me like a smug housecat. And there was a gleam in her eye that said she was looking forward to the romp to come.

"I'm happy too," chipped in Emily. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "And you will be too, when you see the lingerie we bought."

Lingerie?

I swallowed with a dry click. All of a sudden, I felt a lot better about everything.

~~~

"Jesus," I gulped. "You bought this atMacy's?"

No sooner had we gotten to Marianne's hideaway than the girls decided to put on a fashion show for me. They left me sitting on the bed in the guest room while they got ready in the hall bathroom. I could hear their giggling and whispering.

When Marianne came into the room, I nearly fell off the bed. She was wearing nothing but a scandalously brief bra-and-panty set with a garter belt and stockings. It was all in black. The material was filmy, almost see-through, and hemmed with frills. I could see the shadow of her bush through the bottoms. It was obscenely sexy.

She grinned at my slack-jawed expression. She'd put on make-up, too. Her lips were red and her eyes were smoky. She looked even taller today, and I saw she was wearing black high heels, the kind with straps at the ankle and instep that left her toes bare. It excited me. I'm not exaggerating in the slightest when I say she looked glamorous enough to have stepped out of the pages ofVogue.

"We bought these," she answered, "at a little specialty store I know. The ladies there areveryhelpful...and a little handsy."

She did a spin for me. My jaw dropped lower. I could just make out the split of her cheeks through those sheer panties. Marianne's ass had gotten fuller and sassier overnight. There were dimples at the top now.

I had yet to find my tongue when Emily came in the room. She floored me. She was wearing the same set, only hers was in pink. It was just as diaphanous. Most effectively, she hadn't bothered with the panty part at all. Her beautiful penis arched up between those frilly garters, erect, bare and brawny.

She smiled at me. Even her lipstick was pink, and her eyeshadow, too. She was taller too, and when I looked down, she was wearing pink high heels, the same slutty, bare-toed kind as Marianne. But while Marianne looked like a high-fashion model, Emily looked like a flesh-and-blood emergent sex doll.

I made to get up and Marianne pushed me back down.

"Just...watch for a while, Romeo."

Marianne knelt down in front of Emily and cupped her balls with both hands. She tickled the head of her cock with her tongue. Emily made a littleoopsound.

I am a big fan of nudity, but the teasing hint of concealment provided by those sexy underthings had my balls on a rampage. I started masturbating.

"Stop that," said Marianne. "Hands on the bed, until we say otherwise."

Her Bond-movie she-villain vibe was blazing out of her like an open kiln. It was compelling. I obeyed, even as my dick oozed and ached.

"Marianne..." said Emily.

"Shh," she replied, and slipped her lips over that glossy knob.

"Ahh," Emily sighed as her friend's mouth slid down her pole.

Marianne put on a show for me. She sucked Emily's cock like a performer at a sausage joint. A sausage joint with an audience of one.

After a few moments of heavenly fellatio, Emily moaned out, "Marianne...shouldn't we do something for Bobby, now?"

She removed her mouth from my penis. "Not yet," she said with an evil smirk my way. "He hasn't suffered enough."

"Marianne," said Emily reprovingly. "I taught you better than that. I don't want to him to suffer at all."

"He's not suffering." She stuck her tongue in Emily's meatus and glanced at me. "Are you, Bobby?"

I had to agree. "It's...quite a show," I said hoarsely.

"There, you see?"

"Okay, Marianne. But just remember, you mustn't give boys blue balls."

"I'm notgoingto give him blue balls. I just want to build up the pressure a little."

Marianne resumed deep-throating Emily's cock, this time with a great deal more vigor. Her lipstick smeared, and her eyes grew wet.

The training had paid off. Marianne Fleischmann was a champion cocksucker. She chuckled deep in her chest at Emily's moans. She slurped and glugged and soldiered my girlfriend up to ecstasy.

"Oh...ooh!"

It was a glorious sight when Emily came in her mouth. Marianne kept the head in her mouth while pumping the shaft with both hands. She moaned as she swallowed. Emily's penis throbbed and shuddered as it expelled her psychoactive payload. Marianne's eyes softened and glazed. I kept expecting to see cum spilling down her chin, but she caught it all perfectly.

After one last lingering suck, Marianne released Emily's cock and kissed its head. Then she laid down on the floor and wiggled out of her panties. My fingers sank into the bedspread. Even her bush looked lusher and shinier than before. She rolled onto her belly and then rose, with a bounce, to all fours. She planted her knees well apart, and it opened her vulva. She was very wet inside.

"Well come on, Em," she slurred. "You know what to do."

Without so much as look my way, Emily dropped to her knees and plunged her prong up Marianne's vagina.

"Oh, f..." Marianne gasped, like that thrust blew all the air out of her lungs. Emily pulled her hips back and shoved forward again. Then again and again. She fell into a rhythm that Marianne responded to, and they both went at it, hammer-and-tongs.

I watched the shivers rush through the brunette girl's body. Her hanging breasts jolted with each loud slap on her rump and her super-stiff nipples brushed the carpet fibers. She came with a great vibrato cry.

Emily's face twisted up and she flung her head back as she ejaculated. I could see her cum slop out onto the carpet. There was no containing it this time.

Then both of them turned on me. Watching (and feeling) Emily's pink lips sliding down my post while Marianne sucked my well-teased balls made me come in seconds.

"Urgh!"

It was an explosive, ecstatic release. It nearly knocked me out.

Marianne kissed Emily, and stuck her tongue in her cum-filled mouth.

"See? The higher the pressure, the bigger the bang."

"I see," said Emily thoughtfully, licking her lips.

I understood something then. Dickgirls weren't big on tease, as a rule. They were all about delivering the goods, not withholding them. They had too much empathy.

But there was something to be said for deferring gratification. Pleasure delayed is pleasure increased. From her expression, I gathered Emily was learning something from her student, today.

~~~

The girls removed their bras but kept on their garters, stockings and heels as all three of us moved onto the bed. It felt so good to sink my dick back in Emily's vagina after that two-day break. I could tell she felt the same. We fucked face-to-face, kissing passionately while Marianne watched and masturbated. Emily wrapped her arms and legs around me and put fresh scratches on my back as we both erupted. When she moved onto her side and penetrated Marianne's asshole (she slid right in - clearly they'd done some prep-work in the bathroom), I spooned up behind her and slipped it back home. We both sighed happily.

Emily came in Marianne's ass, then touched my thigh. She pulled out, then climbed over Marianne. She kissed her as they lay on their sides, and entered her pussy. She reached around and lifted one of Marianne's cheeks for me.

I took the hint. I spooned up behind Marianne this time and gently eased my bare dick up her cream-filled asshole. It was a slow process. I had to squeeze past Emily's cock filling her vagina.

Marianne groaned, sharply, but didn't halt me. Emily and I began slowly moving in and out together, completing our Marianne sandwich.

It was amazing to feel my girlfriend rubbing against me through that thin membrane. I could recognize her cock by its shape and size. I could have told you it was Emily's blindfolded. Marianne's moans grew louder, and became more incredulous. We were swiftly heaving her up to orgasm.

"Can he come in you?" Emily whispered in her ear. "Can Bobby come in your ass?"

Marianne moaned "Yes."

I knew this was an important step for her. I felt honored. She came moments later. We quickly followed.

Emily and I both stayed inside Marianne for most of that session. Marianne loved it; she groaned and shook between us. Her body pitched about so hard we both had to hold her steady so we could give her a good hard double-pronged rogering. She had orgasm after orgasm.

At one point, while Marianne was straddling my girlfriend, Emily removed her penis from Marianne's vagina and pressed up against where her anus wrapped around my shaft. Gradually, that tight collar stretched to admit her. Marianne let out a wheeze of disbelief. Very slowly, Emily's mighty cock slipped all the way into Marianne's asshole alongside mine.

The tightness was incredible. Marianne's soft anus strangled our dicks in a death-grip. She moaned piteously (it was quite unlike her) but made no move to stop or even protest what was happening.

My cock had never been pressed up so tightly on Emily's, skin-to-skin. When we began sliding back and forth, the pleasure was insane. There was friction from Marianne's anal sleeve and friction from our dicks rubbing together. Marianne came quickly and frequently. She howled, and her rectum throttled us both.

Emily gasped, "Oh mygoodness...!"

I loved how it felt when she came. I could feel each spurt coursing through her pipe. I could feel her hot cream filling Marianne's ass around us. When I came, I drowned both our dicks in cum and felt a marvelous sense of closeness to them both.

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After that, I could see we didn't have a lot of time left, so I pulled a condom out of my box of Trojans and showed it to Marianne. I stuck a finger in her well-creamed vagina.

"Can I?" I asked her.

Marianne paused. Then, hesitantly, she nodded.

I was overjoyed, and I could tell Emily was too. She helped me unroll that rubber over my big cock. It was difficult, but we got it in place eventually. The condom was as tight on my dick as Marianne's butt hole, and only came halfway down. I got on top of Marianne and kissed her. She kissed me back. I could tell she was nervous.

Emily grasped my latex-sheathed dick and guided it inside.

After a week of Marianne taking my girlfriend's dick, I had no problems slipping it into her all the way. The condom dulled the sensations somewhat, but I could still feel the heat, pressure and texture of her cunt. It was all systems go.

As soon as I was in her, I could feel her sexuality retreat. She had consented, but apparently still had some deeper, unresolved conflicts about this kind of intimacy.

I reached out with my emergent core and made contact with hers. She responded, but didn't surge at my touch like she normally did. I coaxed her. Her energy rose, but not by much. I moved in and out at different speeds, different angles. I swirled my hips. Her magma gathered, but only in tiny increments.

Then I had a moment of insight. I knew what was needed to unlock her. I could read it in her core, like a keyhole, and I understood the exact shape of the key to fit it.

I leaned down, kissed her, and then bit her earlobe.

"Come on, give to me," I snarled in her ear. "Give it to me,bitch."I followed it up with a hard slap to her thigh, like I was making a mare gogiddyap.

She let out a great, breathless scream. Her magma burst forth. Her cunt went into wild spasms around me and I came inside of her. It was too powerful to resist. I gave myself over to it with joyous abandon.

When I pulled my dick out of her, she was still shaking and sobbing. The reservoir tip of the condom had filled with sperm to the size of a walnut.

Emily gushed, "Oh, that's lovely," and peeled the Trojan off me. She then upended it onto Marianne's face.

Marianne laughed weakly and stuck her tongue out for it. It ran down her chin and encircled her neck like a white satin choker.

~~~

When the three of us were cleaning up in the big shower in the master bathroom, Marianne asked, "Did any of his...stuff...get in me?"

"No, sweetheart," Emily told her. "It all went into the tip. Nothing overflowed."

"Good." She gave me an impulsive hug, sighed and closed her eyes. "That's good."

~~~

When Emily and Marianne got out of my car at Grant High's blind side, I held Emily back. I asked her if she wanted to go to the bowling alley that night.

Her eyes lit up. "Will all the boys be there?"

I shook my head. "None of the guys can make it tonight. They have stuff going on. Professor Wexler will be there, though."

"Oh." She sounded disappointed. "Shame about the boys. Still, I'd love to see Harold again." She paused. "Can Marianne come?"

I shrugged. "Sure. Why?"

"I'd like her to meet the headliner. Do you think we could get in ahead of time for a quick chat?"

"I don't see why not." I reckoned we were on friendly enough terms with the Jespersons. We'd had sex with them, after all. "As long as we don't get in the way."

"Good." She could see I still had questions. "I'm the only emergent female she's ever met, Bobby. I'd like her to meet a dickgirl with years of experience. One who knows more than I do. I think it'll be good for Marianne. She's very close."

"Close?"

"To controlling if she conceives or not. Just one or two more sessions, I think. It'll be a big adjustment for her, and I'd like her to have a little more context, first."

"That makes sense," I said, and it did. "Okay."

~~~

"Why are we goinghere?"complained Marianne from the back seat. "I know for a fact this bowling alley is not even open on Wednesday nights."

"It's open," I said, as Tin Pan Allie's Bowling Lanes appeared ahead on the right. "Just not for bowling."

"Don't be cryptic. What are we doing here?"

Emily said, "It's a sausage joint."

Marianne's mouth was still hanging open as we pulled into the lot.

"Are youserious?You're taking me to a dickgirlsex show?"She sounded horrified and intrigued.

The A.V. Club - Ch. 16

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