The A.V. Club

A Novel by J.K. Ermon (jokermon)

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Bitch Show

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 feeling totally refreshed and it was still dark outside. I took a good long run and it was still dark at the end of it. I took a shower. When I got out, Alison was standing in my bathroom waiting for me. She was naked and her nightgown was hanging from the hook on my bathroom door.

Without a word, I dried off, hung up my towel and pulled her into my arms. We kissed. It was nice after so many years of sibling sniping to get to be affectionate. I loved the feel of her bare skin against mine.

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When the two of us got back from Montgomery Pond the night before, she lied like a champ to the parents about where we'd been. Mom had hugged me and bombarded me with questions about Cleveland. I answered honestly insofar as my impressions (bustling, cramped, polluted) and my chess game itinerary. She looked proud and flatteringly impressed when I showed her my gold medal. Dad merely gave it a glance with an approving grunt-nod.

"No way, you dorks actuallywon?" Alison put in with annoying and completely in-character kid-sister snark.

"Alison," Mom had said, exasperated. "Don't be mean to your brother."

~~~

My sister squealed when I picked her up and carried her to my bed. I lay on top of her and we kept on kissing. She liked touching me. Her hands ran up and down my sides and back and over the muscles of my arms. I let my hard dick throb against her belly.

I shifted down and sucked her nipples. Her fingers sifted through my wet hair and clutched my scalp. Her nipples grew impressively big in my mouth.

Fortunately, my sister wasn't noisy in bed. She was more of a gasper and a heavy breather than a moaner or a screamer. I didn't have to worry about her waking up the house when I eased down her midriff and buried my face in her mossy brown fur.

"Oh, I like that, Bobby," she whispered as her thighs began to vibrate. Her pussy had that strong, early-morning-just-before-bathing flavor and I enjoyed wallowing my face in it. I kept one hand up on her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her fat nipples while I devoured her cunt.

Both of her hands made fists in my hair like she was going to tear out clumps. Her panting grew faster and harsher as I shifted from licking to sucking. She came with a great shuddery, wordless exhalation. She was still puffing and shaking when I climbed up and straddled her midsection.

I leaned over and snagged the lube from my bedside table. I poured some on my cock and drew a line down between her breasts. I slicked up my dick and plunked it into the valley.

"Push them together," I whispered. She did so, squeezing my dick between her tits. I began to slide back and forth. Her breasts were warm and soft and felt good wrapped around me. She looked up at me questioningly. I explained.

"Lots of boys are going to want to do this." I drew circles around her nipples with my thumbs. "Your breasts are gonna drive them crazy. They're gonna want to enjoy them like this."

She shivered, and I could feel her arousal remounting. When I thrust forward, my bulb overshadowed the bridge of her nose.

"Lick it," I told her. "Lick the head when it gets near your mouth."

She obeyed, and then it was my turn to shiver. I moved back and forth slowly, giving her lots of time to lap at my glans as it passed over her face. She got inventive after several strokes and began spearing my urethra. She wriggled her tongue into it. A few strokes later, she pulled my foreskin into her mouth and chewed on it.

Creative, I thought.Maybe it's time to move things forward.

I moved up, dragging my balls over her all the way, until I was straddling her shoulders. My sac wound up resting on her mouth.

"Lick it," I whispered again.

I was expecting hesitancy, but Alison tore into my nutsack like she'd been let off a leash. She licked them all over and sucked on them. She even tried to pull each one into her mouth and just barely managed. She made anxious whimpery noises as she mouthed my balls.

She'd been fascinated by them, I realized. When she'd spied on me naked, my balls had particularly caught her attention. She'd been dying to get her hands on them, and her mouth too.

Wait 'til she see's Emily's, I thought with an inward chuckle.They'rewaybigger than mine.

The thought brought me up short. Apparently sharing my sister with my girlfriend was a foregone conclusion. I didn't remember consciously making that decision.

As Alison slurped and burrowed, I couldn't deny it was a good idea. At some point we'd have to pop her cherry (I knew she still had one, I'd felt it) and teach her about fucking. I didn't want to risk doing that myself, even with a condom. Emily would have to do it.

No sooner had I thought that than I knew I was going to come. I pulled my nuts out of her mouth (they sprang loose with a wetpop) and shifted back to present my cock to her lips.

Again, she didn't hesitate. She gobbled my cock into her mouth and sucked it.

I sighed in pleasure. Her desire to please me--to make me come andtastemy cum--was intense and genuine. I held her head in both hands and thrusted in and out. In that posture, I could only get in about half way, but she took it effortlessly, even hungrily.

"Good girl," I murmured. "Suck it like a naughty little bitch."

She wrapped her arms around my thighs from below and gripped them. She ran her hands over the muscles of my legs as they flexed. When I got close to my orgasm and they started jumping, she rubbed them.

"Good girl," I gasped. "Good..."

I came in her mouth with a stifled and ecstatic grunt. She moaned as she swallowed. I could feel the jay take effect. We both spiraled off into a shared and splendid Seahag high as I groaned and spurted.

As my orgasm waned, she pulled on my legs with surprising strength and I shifted down until I was straddling her just below her tits. She craned her neck and kept my dick in her mouth all the way. My posture freed her to grip my cock with both hands. She stroked it while sucking out the last of my cum. She cupped my balls and squeezed them.

When even my last oozings were spent, she lay back with a happy sigh.

"That," she said, "is how I like to start the day."

"Say thank you," I said.

She looked up at me. "What?"

"Whenever a boy comes in your mouth," I said, "you thank him for it. It's important."

She shrugged. "Thank you, Bobby." It was perfunctory, but sincere.

"Good," I sighed. "Now I have to take another shower."

"Good," she said with cheerful impudence. "'Cause I'm coming with."

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We made out in the shower and she sucked me off again. She sucked my nipples first and kissed her way down my body in a way that I particularly enjoyed. I didn't try to instruct her at all, I just let her take the lead and do it her way. She did a very good job and remembered to thank me after. She really enjoyed running her soapy hands over my body. She particularly enjoyed scrubbing my penis with both hands and did so until I spurted again. She bent down and let the jets splash against her tongue.

She gave me a pert and sperm-laden kiss and whispered "Thank you," again.

When we were dried and dressed, she handed me all the nudie photos of Emily she'd swiped. She had the grace to look a little abashed.

"Sorry," she muttered. "And...thanks."

"No problem," I said. "Why are you giving them back now?"

"I, um...didn't want to be holding them over you. I...I didn't like how that made me feel."

Well, congratulations on finally growing a conscience, I thought but didn't say aloud. I just nodded gravely and stuffed them back in their envelope.

"Um," she said, "do you think I could...borrow them sometime?"

"Borrow them?" I asked. "You mean to look at?"

She shrugged in an attempt at nonchalance. "I've never seen a dickgirl before. It's...pretty interesting." She blushed.

"I can't have these photos floating around," I said firmly. "But you can borrow any of my sausage mags whenever you want. Just don't let Mom catch you with them."

She shrugged again, looking a little disappointed. "Thanks. I like looking at Emily though, for some reason. She's really beautiful."

I nodded. "She is. And it's not surprising you're attracted to her, considering how much of her cum you've had in the last few weeks."

She looked a little taken aback. I expected her to shoot back with adon't be gross, Bobby, but instead, she got quiet and thoughtful.

"Bobby," she said eventually, "what is the deal with dickgirls? Why does their...stuff...do what it does?"

"You know about Comet Seahag, right?"

She nodded. "We went over it in Health class a couple years ago. They made us watch this stupid educational film about it. It was like one of those 'what's happening to my body?' movies about puberty, but it was about Seahag Syndrome instead."

My curiosity was piqued. I didn't know they ever made any films like that. I'd certainly never seen one at Grant. I guessed they would be a bigger priority at an all-girls school.

"Do you remember what it was called?"

"I think,Betty's Big Surprise, or something like that. It was all about the history of Comet Seahag and what to do if you wake up Hag-bred. It was pretty goofy. But it didn't say anything about dickgirls making you healthier and...more developed."

"It wouldn't," I said. "There's a sorta semi-official blackout on that kind of information about emergent women. Especially when it comes to the benefits of sleeping with them."

She nodded. "I had no idea. The girls at school...they keep asking me what my secret is. I feel bad about lying to them." She looked up at me. "But why, Bobby? How does it do...what it does?"

I shrugged. "The scientific establishment doesn't really know. They've studied it for decades and there's no pharmacological reason for emergent sperm to do what it does. There is one professor at State who has a theory, and my friends and I believe it. But it's kinda loopy."

"What is it?"

I took a breath.In for a penny, in for a pound. "That emergent women are a channel for a kind of cosmic life-energy that we don't fully understand yet. It's why they're so healthy, and spread that health to those they're intimate with."

She goggled at me. "Are you serious?"

I nodded. "Like I said, kinda loopy."

She nodded back. "You're not kidding. But it kinda makes sense." She reached out and cupped my crotch. "You got some real good juju down here."

I firmly detached her hand. "Please remember not to do that in front of Mom or Dad."

"Don't be stupid Bobby, of course I wouldn't."

"Good."

She paused. "Does it really bother you? Me, touching you like that?"

I shook my head. "Not in private. But...you know I'm kind of a worry-wart, right?"

She nodded. "You used to be, yeah. But just so you know..."

She took me by the wrist and put my hand on her breast. I squeezed it reflexively.

She smiled at me. "You can touch me anywhere you want. Any time. Within reason." She smirked. "Just not at the dinner table."

I laughed.

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I got to school early and went right to the office. None of the secretaries gave me a second glance as I fished out the Clermont County Board of Education's Audio-Visual Teaching Aids catalog from the shelf where it sat gathering dust. I flipped through pages of educational films available from the Board. They were listed alphabetically by topic.

I looked through the A's forAXA, and then checked the H's on the off-chance something might be listed underHag-bred. No dice. I finally found what I was looking for in the S's under the headingSeahag Syndrome.

There were only four films in that section:The Most Unexpected Change, The Curse of Comet Seahag, The Story of The Physical Corruption Containment Act of 1946, and (most oddly)Shy Susie. The first three were produced by Encyclopaedia Britannica Films, the last one by Coronet.

I discreetly snagged a request form from the shelf next to the catalog and quickly scribbled a loan request for all four of them. I put Gladys Nessman's name on it and backdated the request to two weeks before she retired. Then I put it in a string-and-button-closure envelope and added it to the pile of outgoing Board correspondence in the big wall-mounted mail sorter. No one even glanced my way.

If I was lucky, the movies would be here by Friday. The Board sent a delivery truck around every Monday, Wednesday and Friday to pick up and drop off correspondence, including A/V educational supplements. Films would be delivered in big mail sacks while memos for specific faculty were sent in delivery pouches. Students of a certain IQ range were usually made to sift through it all and make sure everything went into the correct person's mail slot. I'd done it myself, many times. Film canisters would just sit under the Grant office's mail sorter, sometimes for days, until the teacher who ordered them remembered to collect them. A few weeks later, they'd go back.

It seemed funny to me that I'd been following DG movies religiously for years and yet I'd never known that educational films like these existed. I was anxious to see one.

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As I walked to homeroom I made another odd discovery: I was popular.

Kids who were strangers to me last week were smiling and nodding at me in the halls. Some of them even shook my hand and tried to pull me into conversations. The consensus was that what I'd done the night before, climbing up onto the school bus, was 'far out,' and 'totally cool.'

I won't lie. It was flattering and it gave me an ego boost. I had to remind myself why I'd actually done it.

I was relieved when I reached Emily's locker (she'd finally gotten one on Monday) and she was standing there. She was dressed daringly, for her, in an-above-the-knee skirt that hugged her backside and a baggy sweater. I was impressed by how smooth the front of her skirt was.Must be wearing some industrial-strength girdle under there, I thought.

"Bobby, good," she said. She gave me a quick kiss and took me by the hand. "I need you to see something."

She pulled me to the stairwell and then up to the second floor at a brisk trot.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's a surprise," she said. "A good one."

Stephanie Bauer and Jack were waiting outside the mop cupboard.

At the sight of me, Stephanie flung her arms around me and gave me an exuberant hug.

"Finally," she whispered in my ear. "Come on."

"Hold it," Jack murmured. He and Emily were both looking up and down the hallway. A couple students walked past us and then he said, "Okay. Coast is clear."

Stephanie pulled me into the Grant Hilton and closed the door behind us. No sooner did it click shut than her arms were around me again and this time she kissed me. It had the full power of her core behind it.

I let out a startled "Mmp!" and kissed her back. I could feel the electricity going through us both. When our lips parted, I asked her breathlessly, "What isthisall about?"

She gave me another quick kiss and then began unbuckling my pants. Her hand rubbed the front of my trousers and my cock rose to fill it. "Mmp." It surged into full hardness and it was a relief when she set it free. Her eyes glowed as she looked down at it.

"Emily said that now you've started to...manifest, you could help us girls get caught up with the boys. You guys have been getting Vitamin J for almost two months now, and we've only getting it for a couple weeks."

She knelt down and grasped my erection with both hands.

"God, Bobby," she sighed. "Your dick is sobeautiful." She kissed it and began licking it up and down. My toes curled in their sneakers.

I stared down as the arguably prettiest girl in school slowly sank my dick into her mouth. She made a long, sighing sort of "Mmmm," sound.

I was a little startled when I felt her core touch mine. All at once I was filled with Seahag fever and my arousal surged uncontrollably. I had to stifle a groan.

She was reading me, I knew; she wasn't just sucking my dick, she was listening to what I wanted, deep down inside. We were communicating on that secret, nonverbal level. She fondled my balls and extended a finger behind them to tickle my asshole. I grunted. She didn't try to force it inside, she just teased at it, drawing circles on the crinkles. More electricity went through me, and I couldn't hold back.

"God!" I gasped, and came in her mouth. Her molten under-self flared as my jay hit it like a bucketful of kerosene. She began moaning as she swallowed. The little room filled with our combined noises and it went on for a good minute-and-a-half of gasping and gulping. She suctioned out every ounce of cum in me and I shuddered as the needle hitempty.

"Wow, Steph," I moaned.

"Ahh," she sighed as she let my cock slip from her lips. She drew a deep breath and I could sense the alveoli of her lungs tingling in pleasure as the oxygen hit them. She wasveryhigh. "Ahh, Bobby, that's sogood."

My penis was still rigid. Right then I wanted nothing more than to tear all her clothes off and fuck the living daylights out of her on that closet floor, but just then the first homeroom bell rang.

"Shit," we both yelped. I damn-near guillotined my dick trying to get zipped up and barely had time to say good-bye to Emily and Jack before vaulting down the stairs to my first-floor homeroom class. I was in the door a millisecond before the third and final bell rang.

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At our study hall plooking session in the AV storage room (which we had started callingthe clubhouse) Emily added a new wrinkle to what she called her Vitamin J treatments--instead of fucking me alongside the other boys, she had me fuck them with her. It made sense, I realized. With two people manifesting Source energy, we could double their exposure. I did miss getting fucked by her at these in-school get-togethers, but I couldn't argue with her logic.

She started things off by getting naked for us and I was startled at how sensuous and teasing her dancing skills had become. Her core was bright as a road flare and we were all high and hard before she even touched any of us.

"Strip, Bobby," she said. "And stand beside me."

I did, and my own core was blazing just as bright. It was automatic and I couldn't have muffled it if I wanted. As I looked down, I had to admit that her penis was indeed bigger, but, incredibly, mine was too. I was even a little longer than she was, but, I thought judiciously, nowhere near as thick. Our cocks both stood upright, pulsing and oozing together. Weirdly, I thought they even looked a little bit alike. Mine had the same kind of attractive gloss and pastel pink-and-violet tones hers did.

She put an arm around my waist and we stood hip-to-hip. Even that contact was almost orgasmic to me.

The A.V. Club - Ch. 28

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