The A.V. Club

A Novel by J.K. Ermon (jokermon)

A Novel by J.K. Ermon (jokermon)

Chapter Three:A Brief History of Sausage Magazines

Chapter Three:

A Brief History of Sausage Magazines

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.

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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Friday couldn't come quick enough. I was horny and impatient the whole week. It got so bad I even did something I don't usually do: on Wednesday I went out at lunch and masturbated in one of the storage portables.

I don't know about the other guys, but I kept an emergency stash of skin mags at school. I was cautious, safe to say even fretful, but I was also a teenager. Horny usually won out. By mid-week the anticipation was killing me.

The AV Club shared a storage portable with the Drama Club and the Yearbook Committee. The Drama Club kept costumes, props and set pieces there, while the AV Club and Yearbook staff had lockers where we stored old camera equipment and spare film. Because I was the club's Film-and-Photography Specialist, I had a key. I kept a short stack ofPlayboys and some choice dickgirl mags hidden in an old costume trunk.

Wednesdays I had a spare period after lunch. That totaled an hour and a half of free time. I demolished my lunch in five minutes and took the back steps out to the portables. The storage unit faced Grant High's windowless blind side. No one ever saw me coming or going.

I locked the door behind me and took off my pants and underwear. I already had a pretty good boner going. Naked from the waist down except for my white socks and sneakers, I rushed to the costume trunk and fished out two issues ofPlayboyand one apiece ofHungbunnyandBabewurst.

The portable's windows were boarded shut. The only light came from the tiny cracks in the slats and three bare bulbs with pull chains hanging from the ceiling. There was one right over my stash. I tugged it on, knelt on my folded double-knits and reverently laid out my viewing material on the trunk lid.

I would usually warm up with thePlayboys and then go to the sausage mags for the finale. That Wednesday I was just too excited; I went straight to the July 1966 issue ofBabewurst.

It was illegal to show real sexual activity between men and women in movies or magazines back then. You couldn't even show unblurred shots of their genitals. Thanks to the Jane Grow laws, however, dickgirls weren't legally women (insane but true). Their official status in the eyes of the law was 'physically corrupted females.' Graphic sexual depictions involving them fell into a legal and constitutional grey area. That grey area stayed tangled up in the courts for over thirty years, until the advent of the Golden Age of Porn in the seventies made the whole issue moot.

The upshot of that stalemate was that throughout the forties, fifties and sixties the most outrageously explicit DG material was quietly allowed to proliferate. When I think of how valuable those vintage sausage mags are today, and how many of them I wrecked through careless handling and splooging up the pages, I could kick myself.

Babewurstfollowed a fairly standard girlie-mag format. There was the usual masthead page with the salutation from the editor-in-chief followed by titillating articles, erotic DG fiction and of course, the pictorials. There were never less than four full spreads per issue. They featured solo sets, duos and sometimes threesomes, foursomes and moresomes.

The solo pictorials would start with the girls fully clothed, albeit in revealing attire. They'd be introduced with a large portrait shot, smiling into the camera. Little captions would carry quotes from the models. As the girls would strip and start to play with themselves, the text would get racier. The photos would always include lots of tight close-ups on the good stuff, i.e. tits, ass, pussy and dick. Their cocks always started off soft, and the camera captured each step of the way as they grew erect.

The solo pictorials would often feature insertion shots with dildos and butt plugs. By the end of the pictorial, the girl would be naked and ejaculating. The last few pictures always showed the dripping, cum-spattered aftermath.

I flipped to the back of the magazine, just before all the classified ads. I feasted my eyes on the pictorial there. My favorite photospread was printed last in the magazine, but first in my affections: a tanned girl in her early twenties with long straight rust-brown hair lounging around the deck of a beach house with an ocean view.

She started off in a sunflower-yellow bikini. Its little triangles barely contained her fabulous D-cup breasts and straining man-parts below.

Hallie's a California girl through and through. She loves sun, fun and sex, although not necessarily in that order.

The pictorial was simple. In it, Hallie takes off her bikini, slicks up with suntan oil and then masturbates. Once her penis gets to full size, she starts stroking it with both hands.

The pictures were well-shot and made good use of the sunlight. Her oiled skin sparkled.

She really appealed to me. She had a frank, engaging smile and a fantastic body. Her face was very expressive and one corner of her mouth constantly quirked up higher than the other, giving an impression of wry humor.

While a lot of our models work in the naughtier professions, Hallie's a full time Berkeley student who, believe it or not, works in a library! Which is not to say she isn't fully at home with her sexuality.

The first full-page nude shot of her carried the first quote.

"I like posing nude and getting sexy in front of the camera. I wouldn't want to do it full-time, but it's good to have an outlet. I like to exercise my exhibitionistic side from time to time."

One of my favorite pictures was a full-page low-angle shot of her from behind with two fingers spreading her labia. She's smiling down over her shoulder as her opening glistens. Her balls hang low into the camera eye, filling the lower quarter of the photo.

"I like college. I take Science and my studies fascinate me. I like the people, too. The girls can be a little snooty, but the boys, especially the hippie-type ones, are very mellow and non-judgmental. When I'm with boys, I mostly give them oral. Not all of them know about my you-know-what, but a lot do and are okay with it. That was the nicest surprise."

Her dick wasn't as gargantuan as some, maybe eight or nine solid inches, but it suited her fine. She grinned unselfconsciously into the camera as she fondled it to erection. She had a really friendly manner. It turned me on in a big way.

In one shot she was tugging her nipples and licking her lips. In another shot she had her butt cheeks spread wide, showing off the wrinkly pink button of her anus. In yet another, she was lifting up her heavy ball sack and inserting two fingers in her vagina. By that stage of the photoset, my breathing was always ragged and I was pumping my lubed-up dick really fast.

"A couple times a month I like to ball with three or four guys at once. I'll invite some 'in-the-know' fellows, smoke some grass and let them do whatever they want. I never tried anal before college, but that was another nice surprise! I love having guys in every hole while a fourth sucks me. It makes me feel like an empress. The guys really like it too, and I'm sorry I can't do it more often. It's just too exhausting!"

The next-to-last photos showed her reaching orgasm. They were lengthwise shots of her sprawled on the deck, stacked in chronological order. The topmost picture captured the moment just before she came; both hands were working hard between her legs, and her eyes stared into the lens, wide and vulnerable.

The next shot showed her dick throwing out a long white cable that arched over her body. It was captured perfectly, with almost no blurring.Super fast shutter speed,I thought approvingly. Her head was tilted back and her eyes were scrunched shut in effort. She had her teeth sunk sexily in her plump lower lip.

The next shots showed more glittering streams of semen frozen in time as they rippled through the air over her increasingly cum-splattered body. Her face had relaxed into a flushed, open-mouthed smile. By the bottom-most shot, there was sperm all over her face and breasts and belly.

The parting shot was just her face. There were blobs of cum on her cheeks and she was sucking a sticky finger clean. Her eyes looked dazed and gleeful. Her pupils were dilated. The corner of her mouth was perked up amiably.

"I like making guys cum. I like it when they cum in my mouth the best. It's so intimate. There's something about knowing I've made somebody feel good that's almost as satisfying to me as my own orgasm. I hope my pictures makeyoucum. It makes me very happy to think that guys will be looking at these photos, getting all excited and then masturbating to them. Please enjoy me. I love it."

She made me come so much in my handkerchief that Wednesday, I felt like my cumshot surpassed hers. I took deep breaths.

As a side note: she wasn't thesolereason I applied to Berkeley, but she was definitely a contributing factor.

I took a little break and reviewed a little AP Chemistry (I was an egghead, after all, and this was technically a study period).

In a few minutes I got my second wind. I reopenedBabewurstto my next favorite pictorial. I'd looked at it so much, the magazine would drop open to that page automatically. This one was a sex scene featuring two dickgirls.

The sex pictorials always told a hokey little story. My favorite one in the July sixty-six issue had a cops-and-robbers theme. One model in a police uniform held a cap gun on another model dressed as a burglar with a flat cap, a Lone Ranger bandit mask and a horizontally striped black-and-white turtleneck. She was even holding a sack with a big dollar sign on it. The cop had supposedly just caught her in an alley. The alleyway was clearly a cloth backdrop with a badly-painted brick wall on it.

The cop stripped the burglar's mask off, revealing a pretty face that reminded me strongly of Stephanie Bauer. That was a big part of why this was my favorite issue. The police woman put her in handcuffs (which looked like they came out of a set of plastic cop toys) and pulled up her shirt.

That dickgirl model's breasts were bigger than Stephanie's by a good margin. The cop hugged her from behind and kneaded those big titties with lingering, up-close thoroughness. The cop was a hot brunette with her hair pulled back in a bun. She had great cheekbones and a full, expressive mouth.

"Don't send me to jail, officer," whines light-fingered Lucy. "I'll do anything!"

"I'm sure you will," answers Officer Dazey with a knowing smile.

The police woman stripped her captive of everything except her adorable flat cap and her impractical-for-stealth high heels. Then she pulled up her own skirt and yanked down her lacy red panties to free the kind of hard, ten-inch-plus member we all loved to see in the AV Club.

The next shots showed light-fingered Lucy on her knees sucking that big truncheon. She had her hands cuffed behind her back. She was pale, with a cute, full-cheeked butt. She looked up at her captor with big timid doe eyes and her lips stretched wide around that mouthful of cock. Officer Dazey stood tall with her hands on her hips and looked down with an exaggerated sneer of triumph on her face.

In the next few shots, Lucy was bent over with her hands on the lid of a garbage can while her arresting officer fucked her from behind. The penetration shots always paid loving attention to all the moist details. Officer Dazey was gracious enough to reach around and stroke Lucy's penis. It was actually bigger than hers, a broad alabaster column with a purple-red crown.

As they moved from position to position, the policewoman divested herself of her uniform until she too was naked but for her cap, her shoulder holster and her non-service-issue-but-sexy high heels in metropolitan blue. Her finally-exposed breasts were as big as her captive's, with blunt, suckable traffic-cone nipples.

In the last few pages of the pictorial, she made Lucy suck her cock again. When she came, she did it on the blonde's face. Then, showing a very obliging and unselfish spirit, she sucked on Lucy's cock. When her blonde perp popped, Officer Dazey stroked her off into her cupped palm. The photoset ended with the two of them tangling tongues as they lapped it up together and then locked lips in a spermy kiss.

That kiss did it for me that Wednesday afternoon, just like it always did. I spewed a glorious load. The pictorial was amusingly entitledCocks and Robbers.I'd seen both women in action in films. They went by Lucy Long and Dazey Woodcock.

Hallie never put out any films, at least none that we ever found. She appeared in a couple other sausage mags between sixty-five and sixty-seven but then dropped off the map. She never ran ads for home-made movies or 'additional services' like so many of the other girls. Who knows? Maybe she reallywasa full-time student.

I was looking at my watch and idly considering maybe going for a third pop when someone tried to enter the portable. The door suddenly rattled.

I just about jumped a foot in the air. I was thankful I'd remembered to lock it.

Whoever-it-was started knocking. I threw on my clothes and jammed my stash back where it belonged.

I unlocked and opened the door. A thickset blonde girl in her teens stood there, wearing the same green cardigan I'd seen her wear earlier in the week when she got off the shortbus. Her eyes were pale blue and widened when she saw me.

"Yeah?" I asked, like a man woken by a Jehovah's Witness on a Saturday.

"Is this where they keep the art supplies?" she asked. She had a snub nose and a densely freckled face. "I'm supposed to get some watercolors."

"Oh yeah," I stepped back and hurriedly tugged the chain of the nearest overhead bulb. I sincerely hoped it didn't look like I'd been skulking around a storage portable in the dark. I waved toward the cupboard where the Drama Club kept their set-decoration stuff. "Should be over there."

"Thank you," she had a pleasant voice. She made me think of a chubbier, bespectacled Doris Day. For me, that was a positive comparison. I always thought the younger Ms. Day was seriously hot stuff. I could sense a lot more simmering under that vanilla surface than met the eye. If you doubt, check out the movieCalamity Jane.There's no way she didn't have a hot girl-girl thing going with her co-star Allyn Ann McLerie. Plus, she looked damn cute in that cowgirl outfit. I defy you not to whack off to it.

At that moment, I surely wasn't thinking about whacking off at all, at least not anymore. I gave the girl a barely polite "See ya," and took off for the main school building. I could feel her eyes on me all the way there.

I got really horny again on Thursday, but that time my caution got the best of me. I waited until I got home. I was so excited about our upcoming adventure I had to masturbate three times before I could fall asleep that night.

End of Chapter 3