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The following Monday, a construction crew set up Lo’s Cum Cube right on one of the formerly busiest corners downtown in the heart of the business district.  Lola had them put up a poster in front of the cube advertising its purpose.  The way she (and the mayor) evaded the laws against prostitution and solicitation was they called it “public art” designed for the alleviation of stress and isolation during the lockdown.  A public service, if you will.  Besides, it wasn’t either prostitution or solicitation because no money was transacted.  It was a free fuck.

On the poster there were instructions on how to sign up on-line.  Those who wished to take advantage of the free use girl had to submit their names, a clean bill of health, including a recent COVID test, and a few photos.

These requirements probably deterred a good portion of Lo’s clientele, but there were still enough men willing to take the risk that she had a desirable pool from which to choose.  For the first day, she had selected the top five volunteers.

It was a big day for her.  She dressed the part – nothing but black, semi-transparent lace panties and her knee-high black leather boots under a long, heavy winter coat.

Lola off to the Cum Cube

“Wish me luck,” she said as she stood to kiss me at the door before departing for her public service.

“You don’t need luck,” I said.

“No?”

“No.  You already got it – being born with that beautiful body, that gorgeous face, and that enormous libido!”

“Let’s hope my pussy is enormous enough to handle the cocks I picked out for today.”

“I’m sure that you have a capacious cuntal capacity.”

“Hey!” she said, feigning outrage, “that’s insulting!”

“I mean it in the best possible way.”

“I contain multitudes!” she said with a smirk.

“You will, I’m sure.”

Off she went downtown for her first appointment.

She was not careless.  She had arranged for her new friend, MILF Meri, to be close by at a coffee shop with outdoor seating, heat lamps, and a firepit.  If there was any sign of trouble, Lo would text or call her.  (I will say, parenthetically, that Meri was jealous of Lo’s plan to get some vitamin D during this long, cold, lonely COVID winter.  She even wanted to join her in the Cum Cube as a two-for-one type deal, but Lo was adamant that it was all about her.)

MILF Meri Dressed for Suck-sess.

The Cum Cube

 

Some women happy to show Lola off.

It was late in the pandemic and people were beginning to go stir-crazy.  The government had shut down and locked down just about everything except “essential businesses.”  They kept the liquor stores open because they were considered “essential,” but gradually the government began to realize that sex is essential too.  Some countries in Europe had already had sex drive-thrus for a long time.  The idea of a sex drive-in, or “sex box,” was started in the Netherlands with their popular afwerkplek.  Or maybe it had its roots in the British TV show, “Sex Box,” where couples have sex in a box and then talk about it with the hosts.  Whatever the origins, during the pandemic the idea caught on, especially because it could be practiced relatively safely.

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British TV show ‘Sex Box’

Lola, who had been cooped up under extremely challenging conditions (meaning, she couldn’t engage in her regular hotwife activities) read about the sex-work reforms that they were instituting in Europe.  She had already heard about American strip clubs taking the dance stage outside as well as coffee shops that featured so-called “bikini baristas.”  And she had already engaged in some outdoor dogging activities with a few select couples.  But, when she read about the sex-stalls, she got very excited.  She looked into it and collaborated with private finance and public officials and managed to get the city’s first and only experimental “conjugal cube” built and placed downtown in what otherwise would be the heart of the financial district.  However, due to the pandemic, the streets were mostly vacant but for some vagrants and other random characters.

After a couple of weeks of preparation, the cube was ready.  It wasn’t anything special to see on the outside – just an industrial style metal box with a door and ventilation.  But inside was a comfy and cozy little love pad where Lo could engage in relieving all the pent-up pressure to put out that she had while simultaneously providing an outlet for others with similarly pent-up passions to penetrate, pulsate, and please themselves and Lola out in public.

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“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked Lo as she was busy diddling herself to dreamland.

“So sure.”

“You’ll fuck any Tom, Dick, and Harry that comes to your cube?”

“Well, hopefully it won’t be too many hairy dicks, but I want them all to cum in my cube to me.  Yes, I think that’s the perfect name for it too! – the Cum Cube.”

“Is that what you’re thinking about right now?”

I saw that she was looking at some cumtributes she recently received on her phone, which she held before her eyes with her left hand while her right hand was otherwise engaged in the self-pleasuring between her legs.

“Yes.”

“And you’re sure you won’t get arrested for this?”

“I have the assurance of the mayor!”

“Wow.  The pandemic has really turned our world topsy-turvy.”

She was no longer listening to me because the full fury of her self-inflicted orgasm had overtaken her cognitive and physical functioning.

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Stiff Competition

Lola didn’t know if she was in trouble, but she was on her way to meet the director of the sperm bank.  She walked down the long hallway, lined with the framed color posters of David Hamilton’s work, and at the end of the hallway she knocked.  “Come in,” she heard a man’s voice say from behind the door.

Art by David Hamilton

Art of making art by David Hamilton

Art by David Hamilton

We shall save for later what transpired behind the director’s closed door after Lola entered it, but for now, let us pick our story up when Lola arrived at the clinic for a third appointment with Terence.

They met in the parking lot, as usual, and Lola was wearing her long white coat, but this time she had a surprise for Terence under it.  Or rather, she had nothing to surprise Terence with under her coat.

Inside the clinic the receptionist again directed them to room #3.  Upon entering, it was Lola who was surprised, for on the walls, in place of the framed posters of Lola’s cream pies, were framed posters of Ellie, the night-shift receptionist who had helped Terence by coaxing his cum out of him (before Lola fulfilled that job) and by reading to him from Match, Cinder & Spark.  Apparently, she found out about the Lola poster substitute and that Terence was “two-timing” her with Lo during the day.  She took liberties and removed Lo’s framed photos, replacing them with her own.

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Ellie cumcovered

One poster was a black-and-white of Ellie, nude, spread eagle with cum covering her hairy pussy.  The other was of her on her knees taking one cock in her mouth and two cocks on either side of her as she stroked them off.  You couldn’t see her face in either of those posters, but, just to make sure there was no mistake, there was a framed photo of Ellie in a salmon colored outfit of shorts and an oversized blouse wearing glasses and smiling or almost laughing.

Ellie Mowbray

Ellie knows how to please three guys at once

Lola thought, “It’s on.”

“Whoa!” said Terence upon seeing the framed photos.

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“You know her?”

“Um, yeah.  She’s the one who used to help me out.  She works the evening shift.”

Lola began to walk out of the room.

“Hey!  Where are you going?” asked Terence, confused.

“To request another room.”

“Why?”

“I find it rude.”

“Rude?”

“Desperate.”

“Desperate?”

“Thirsty.”

“Thirsty?”

“Is there an echo in here?  Look, she’s clearly still salty about what happened with Steve.”

“Steve?”

“Her ex-boyfriend.”

“What happened?”

“Ah, you can read all about it on the blog.  She’s just being petty.”

“Maybe she wanted you to see it.  Maybe it’s for your pleasure?”

“You like?”

“Honestly?”

“Yeah.”

“I do.”

“Fine,” said Lo.  “Pull out your pud.”  She was very matter-of-fact.  No seduction, no sensuality, no affection.

Terence, who had been looking forward to this for days, was eager to comply.

Lo then opened her overcoat to reveal she was wearing absolutely nothing under it!

“Ellie ever help you like this?” she asked.

“No,” he said.

Lo put on the latex gloves, lubricated, reached down between his legs and began stroking him.  She leaned forward so that her breasts were dangling tantalizingly in front of his face.  She exaggerated her hand motion so that her heavy breasts wobbled and banged up against one-another.  He couldn’t take his eyes off her heaving mounds.  Lo slowly slid her hand down below the shaft of his cock to his large balls.  She massaged them and fondled them, gently playing with them with her fingertips.  He clearly liked it.  Lo didn’t speak this time.  She just watched his facial expressions.  Her focus went from his face to his crotch and back again.  And again.

She then surreptitiously slid her index finger down below his balls to his perineum.  She used a feather-light touch on it for a while and then cautiously, furtively slid her index finger further south to his anus.

“Are you a top or a bottom when you’re with men?” she asked.

“Switch,” he said in a tense whisper.

“Stand up,” she commanded.

He got up out of the chair.

“Turn around,” she ordered.

He complied.

“Bend over,” she said, “and let’s have a full rectal exam.”

He bent over.  She inserted one, then two, then three fingers of her right hand as her left hand reached around and stroked his cock.  He was looking up at the large poster of Ellie on the wall.  Lola was too.  Lo continued her erotic massage, but it wasn’t long before he said, “The cup!  The cup!”

Lo passed him the specimen cup and stroked him as he held the jar in front of his cock and filled it with more of his donation than he ever had before.  His knees buckled and his entire body went tense and spasmed.  He could hardly stand.  He let out multiple calls of Lola’s name.  Then he collapsed back in the chair, his cock still twitching.

He passed the collection cup to Lo who screwed on the lid tightly.

Lo smiled at him as she stood before his depleted body.  The contrast between her tall, strong, lusty, flush and full body standing naked over his weak and limp body couldn’t have been more pronounced.  She removed her gloves and threw them in the special trash bin for contaminated waste.

After he regained some of his vigor, she said, “Now you stand up and let me have the chair.”

He complied.

Lo sat in the chair, put her feet up on it, spreading her legs, and she began making small circular motions over her clit with her right hand.  He watched her intently.  Her movements increased in speed and intensity until she was now rubbing up-and-down in small, rapid strokes.  This technique got more intense still until she was patting and then slapping her wet pussy.  She progressed to inserting one and then two fingers deep in her pussy.  She fingered herself for about a minute until SPLOOSH!  She squirted straight ahead, sprinkling Terence with her holy water.  It was a long, strong, and voluminous stream that soaked him and his clothes.  He didn’t seem to mind.

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Ellie leaving work after a hard day

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Ellie getting off after a hard day at the masturbatorium

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Ellie third from right

Hallucinatory Hijinks

When Lola had returned from her Halloween party, dressed as slutty Princess Leia, she seemed coherent, cognizant, and eager to fill her cunt with my cock and cum.  Little did I know that she had eaten enough cannabis confections to outstrip an LSD trip of Grateful Dead proportions.

It was only the next day, when she groggily recounted to me the amazing journey she had taken in her mind and body, that I realized what her subjective sexperience was.

What I thought was happening the night Lola got home from the Halloween party. Art by RigsUsuallyHiddenDrawings

 

“I got home,” she said when she was more sober, “and I felt like I was a honey pot.  Or rather, that my pussy was a honey pot.  I was gushing and oozing, sloshing and dripping.”

“I can confirm that much was true.  I didn’t know at the time it was from so many men at the party finding release between your legs.”

She didn’t take offense at this, but corrected me, “And women.”

“Yes, and women.”

“And then,” she abruptly stopped.

“And then what?”

“It’s so weird!”

“What is?”

“Well, then it was as if I was copulating with. . .”

“With what?”

“With all sorts of insects – bees, hornets, spiders, worms, cockroaches, beetles, slugs – I mean, if it crawls, flies, or slithers, it was fucking me.”

“Formicophilia,” I said.

“Formi-wha?”
“Formicophilia.  It’s an unusual paraphilia.  The kink of having insects crawl on you.”

“But they weren’t crawling.  They were fucking me!  I was human.  It was interspecies sex!”

“It’s a variation on a theme.”

I caught her looking at me funny.  Staring at me.

“What?” I finally asked.

“Oh, Daddy, you know what,” she said.

“No, I don’t know what.”

“Those words.  You know how your vocabulary turns me on.  The fact that you had those words – formicophilia and paraphilia – on your tongue.  It make me want to be on your tongue.”

“Now?” I asked.

“Now.”

“Will you continue telling me your story?”

“Yes.”

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She didn’t even get up to go to the bedroom.  Right here on the living room couch – the couch that looks out the front windows of our first floor apartment onto the street – she pulled down her panties, pulled off her shirt, and spread her legs.  She indicated that she wanted me to get on my knees in front of her and go to town with my chrysostom, my golden tongue.

I did exactly that as she continued to recall to me the stimulating horror of her drug-induced hallucinatory hijinks.

“Normally, you know, I’m creeped out by anything – a spider, a snake, even ants!  But in my visions, I wasn’t freaked out at all!  I was focused on the fact that all these creatures wanted me!  They were bursting with need.  They were on the verge of insanity with their hunger for me.  They had to copulate and I was the one and only focus if their intense sexual attraction.”

SLURP – SLOP – SPLUSH

That was the sound of me taking her in my mouth – sucking on her labia, licking up and in her slit, gently tickling her clit.

She continued as her hands held my head between her legs.

“Then the creatures morphed into unidentifiable organisms.  Aliens maybe? Squids? And then everything, everything I touched became a penis.  It was like. . .”

After that, I couldn’t hear what she was saying.  She squeezed her thighs together tightly and her legs covered my ears.  Good thing too, because she began screaming as her juices dribbled down my chin and her legs started to twitch.  She pressed my head down hard with her hands and then, just as surprisingly, pulled me off of her so that she could stroke her pussy with her hand as she squirted in my face.

That was the last I heard of her story.  I retrieved some paper towels to dry off and to clean up the puddle left on the hard-wood floor.

She simply laid back on the couch, relaxed, and dozed off.

 

 

 

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[Continued from Sister Sodomy.]

“The little slut wanted me to teach her how to deepthroat,” Robie said to the guy behind her, as he pounded her pussy on the bed.

“Really?” he said, absentmindedly, as he rhythmically rode her ass and was intently staring at Lola who sat naked, tied up on the floor in front of the two of them.  They were on the bed looking down at Lo or at themselves in the full-length mirror in front of them.  Robie liked seeing her newly developed breasts bouncing back and forth with each slam by her boyfriend’s hips into her buttocks as he rammed that long rod of his home.  Lo watched the two of them from her spot on the floor – staring unblinkingly from behind her older sister’s panties that were still pulled down over her head like some sort of twisted superhero mask.  She inhaled deeply the scent of her sister and mutely sat in sexual frustration because her hands were tied behind her back, her nipples of her undeveloped breasts pulsing with pain from the clothespins her sister had attached to them, and her labia smarting just as badly with the clothespins that she had also attached down there.

“Yes,” said Robie.

“And did you?”

“I did.”

“Well, you’re the best.  She learned from the best.”

“Then she wanted me to teach her how to take it in her ass.”

“Wow!  She takes after her older sister.”

Those were words of praise to Lo who, though in tremendous pain, was also blushing with pride.

“So I fucked her ass.”

“Could she take it?”

“She did – like a champ!”

“Can you take it?”

“Now?”

“Now.”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

He pulled out of Robie’s dripping cunt.

“Wait a minute,” said Robie.  She got up off the bed and went to her little sister.  She lifted her up in the air like she was a toy and turned her around so that now Lo was also facing the full-length mirror.

Lola’s Repressed Memories of growing up fast with Robie

Robie got back on the bed and assumed the position.

“Why’d you do that?” her boyfriend asked.

“She was creeping me out with those big brown eyes staring at us.”

He shrugged his shoulders and went in Robie’s back door.

“See Lo,” Robie said to the image in the mirror, “feels so good.”

Lola could only look on with frustrated desire and pulsating pain from her nipples and labia.  Her eyes were wide open, on either side of the thong, watching as her older sister was sodomized by her boyfriend.  Lo looked briefly down at her bound body and then back to her big sister.  Lo didn’t want a boyfriend.  She wanted Robie.

“To make him really feel good,” said Robie, “you clench your asshole, tightening your sphincter around his girth.”

Apparently this technique worked because the guy made a moaning sound.

He slapped Robie’s ass hard.  She then moaned.  He slapped it again on the other side, drawing out another moan.  Then he leaned forward and put her in a headlock.  She couldn’t breathe for a few seconds.  He released her and she screamed – a yelp of ecstatic pleasure.

Before Lo knew what was happening, he had pulled out and ran up to Lo, lifted the panties off her face and impatiently commanded, “Open your mouth!  Now!”

Lo did as told and he thrust his cock down her throat and ejaculated so much spunk that it felt like bucket loads to Lo.  Unlike Robie, he didn’t cajole Lo, romance her, instruct her, or even give her any warning about what was to happen.  Despite the fact that she thought she might puke, she swallowed and coughed and a lot of the sperm shot up and out of her nostrils as still more drizzled from the corner of her mouth and down to her collarbone.  It wasn’t the first sperm she ever tasted.  She gasped for air and then grew lightheaded and passed out.

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