#BABYMACHINE

by Cassandra Dee

  He pulled his dick out of his leathers though, and I had to give the guy credit. It was big, and as the woman measured it, it rose stiffly, like a flag waving in the wind.

  Kacey was looking at it with fear and revulsion, swallowing visibly and I saw her give a weak smile to the biker. She then straightened her shoulders, giving her head a small shake of determination, and stared at that dick as if pumping herself up.

  I respected her for that. My little girl was a professional, even when faced with the most disgusting of tasks.

  The MC burst out, “Leather Dan is all of eleven inches! If Kacey can take it all, then she wins the prize unless someone with a bigger dong comes forward!”

  I was revolted at the thought of my little girl climbing onto that pole, stripper or not. I hesitated for a moment, not sure that I wanted to fuck in public, but the thought of that delicious steamy pussy in close contact with Biker Dan? I couldn’t take it.

  I shoved my way to the front of the crowd, mounting the steps to the stage. Kacey looked at me with confusion, then dawning recognition when she saw that I was the guy from last night. I flashed her a smile, confidently unzipping my fly.

  And a hush descended over the crowd because my member had jerked out … and I was fifteen inches long. Kacey was going to have to fit fifteen inches in her cunny to win this contest, my pole boldly purple, bulging with veins as it pointed straight at my little girl.

  She was loving it though. She stared at my fuckpole like it was the tastiest sausage, something she couldn’t wait to fit into her scorching cunny, licking her lips absentmindedly as she eyed my length and girth. Oh fuck! I had a fuckslut on my hands, my favorite type of female. She nodded, and with a saucy look at me, got down on her hands and knees in the sawdust.

  I knelt behind her, waiting patiently as the woman measured my dick. Sure enough, fifteen inches was declared.

  “Fifteen inches!” cried the MC. “We ain’t ever seen this before! Fitting fifteen inches!” he hollered.

  And I probed her little slit with my member, noting with satisfaction that she was totally lubed up, the air heavy with her aromatic female scent.

  “Ready?” I growled under my breath.

  And the little blonde nodded at me ever so slightly, tossing her hair and giving me a sexy smile over her shoulder.

  With a massive pump, I fucked into her. She was literally lifted off her hands and knees a bit, my shaft was so fucking big, skewering her on my penis like a pig on a roast. She screamed, throwing her head back, her pussy stretched unbearably, labia like thin rubber bands pinched around my dick with no choice but to submit. She squealed again, the violation so complete, so overwhelming, that her eyes rolled back for a moment. Finally though, Kacey calmed and tried to breathe.

  “Slowly, slowly,” I murmured, my hands caressing her waist and ass. Because I was only in about five inches … and there was still ten to go. She must have suspected because looking over her shoulder, she whimpered, cowed by how much man meat was left.

  I rubbed her ass again, soothingly stroking that firm golden flesh.

  “You can do it,” I urged. Slowly, I began pressing my hips forward, burrowing myself into that tight tunnel, packing her full as she squealed again, tossing her hair, her little body struggling as she was reamed. And with a final thrust, I was in all the way.

  The crowd roared. They’d witnessed an amazing fuck, a tiny girl taking the biggest dong they’d ever seen. And I knew I was in all the way even before the woman came to check, my balls banging against her clit, not a millimeter of shaft visible between her butt cheeks and my pelvis.

  “That’s it folks!” shouted the MC. “Kacey wins the contest by taking a fifteen-incher! And folks,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “I think we’ve seen some magic tonight, don’t you? Fifteen is the stuff of legend, but tonight, at the Donkey Club, a record has been broken!”

  I was just about to pull out when a voice I knew all too well called out, “And what does Kacey get if she takes two fifteen-inchers?”

  My head swung around and met the owner of those eyes … my fucking twin Lance, who must have followed me to the club.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Lance

  The sight of the girl made me gasp. I’d followed Logan to the club, tailing him in my Lambhorgini. I saw the fucker walk up to a seedy joint with a donkey painted on the door, a burly-looking dude manning the line. Logan paid to go in, and I was aghast. Seriously? He was paying money to go into a shithole like this? Dude, the guy must have been really feeling down.

  I balked when the doorman demanded a hundred bucks, but hey whatever, anything to see what my bro was up to. A dark velvet curtain was swept away, and I saw exactly what I expected. Sawdust floors, broken-down furniture, and a bar that looked like it served moonshine and peanuts, not a single bottle of decent liquor in sight. Fuck, what the fuck was my brother thinking?

  But I scanned the crowd and saw Logan sitting in the back, partially hidden behind a column. Okay, at least he was maintaining a low profile instead of dancing like a drunken monkey up front, the way some of these rednecks were.

  Suddenly, the door clanged shut behind me and a blue light came on.

  “Gents, it’s time for the Mongo Size Contest!” crowed a greasy-looking guy in a velveteen suit. Where did dudes find outfits like that? The carnival store? The purple velvet was fucking ridiculous.

  But I was astounded at what happened next. I mean, high-end gentlemen’s clubs absolutely provide sex, but it’s usually in the back, they’re not looking to give folks a free sex show. But the Donkey Club was so rancid that the girls were actually going to fuck men in public, for “an undisclosed prize.” WTF?! This was like some kind of x-rated wet T-shirt contest, where girls got naked and mounted big dicks.

  But as soon as the girls walked on stage, I knew what Logan was here for. The third girl, the beautiful blonde, was exactly his type. She was sensuous, curvy, like a Malibu Barbie but size XXL.

  And of course when it got to Kacey’s turn, my brother got up, letting his dong out of the cage. I knew what was coming. Logan and I have massive cocks, almost a genetic anomaly, our pricks are so fucking huge when stiff. And Logan was definitely aroused, his cock like a magnet oriented north, pointing at the pretty girl the moment it burst free.

  From their interaction, I could tell that they’d met before. She gave him a dazzling smile, wiggling her cunny and tits as he walked up to the stage, almost slavering as she got down on her hands and knees, waiting for the mighty dong to do its job.

  And of course he fucked her, the little girl’s eyes rolling up in her head, the hard squeezing, the slow but determined slide of my twin as he pushed that veiny, thick member into her salivating cunt. There was literally juice dripping onto the floor from their joined bodies, no need for KY, no sirree.

  But I wanted to up the ante a little. After it was clear Kacey and Logan won the contest, I stepped up to the stage.

  “What happens if this little girl takes another fifteen incher?” I said, unleashing my fly to reveal my wood. Never to fail me, my dick popped out, a deep pink shaft of steel, already dripping pre-cum from the slit.

  “Oh shiiiit,” gasped the MC. We were definitely in uncharted territory. But there were no rules to this so-called contest, so might as well double-down.

  “How about,” I suggested, “How about if Kacey takes both me and my brother, she gets a cool $10k bonus?”

  The MC shook his head, knowing his bosses would never agree. But the roar of the crowd was overwhelming, men pounding on tables, shaking chairs, shouting like hooligans. After all, how often is it you get to see a beautiful girl DP’d on two 15-inch identical twin cocks? This was better than the best pay-per-view.

  The MC kept on staring into the darkness, his eyes squinting, until finally he nodded.

  “Okay, Mr. Twin, it looks like Donkey Club management has agreed to your terms. If you and your brother are able to get both your dicks squeezed into this little girl, the
n she gets an extra $10k for her services tonight!”

  Smiling, I stroked my shaft, the bulbous head swelling and growing before the crowd’s eyes.

  “I’m sure she can do it,” I murmured, looking at the little girl.

  Here’s the first time that I took a good, close-up look at Kacey. She and my brother were still locked in a doggie position, not finished fucking when I’d come up to the stage. His shaft was about halfway in her from the back, her cunt gleaming and moist, visibly pulsing around that massive member.

  But she looked hesitant when I approached her. Not only was one of her holes already filled, but she was going to take fifteen inches … up her ass this time.

  I got on my knees in front of her mouth, lightly slapping my dick against her cheek, getting her used to the feel.

  “Don’t worry little girl,” I crooned. “Get me wet and it’ll feel better in your butt,” I promised.

  Her blue eyes big, she looked up at me with fear but also trust, obediently opening her mouth, pursing those pink glossy lips into a delicious “O” around my cock.

  “Unnf!” I grunted as she began to suck, her tongue doing circles around my shaft, teasing my slit before rubbing sensuously against that spot on the head that I like. “Mmf!” I groaned again, grabbing handfuls of her hair as I tried to resist savagely face-fucking her.

  Meanwhile, my brother started up a rhythm in her cunt again, going at her from behind.

  “Fuck, her vag feels good when there’s dick in her mouth,” he grunted, grabbing a hold of her fleshy hips and really running his cock in deep.

  The little girl was struggling with my penis, saliva already dripping to the floor as she tried vainly to take me fully, and I wanted to teach her how to suck dick more than anything. But this wasn’t the time. People were waiting for a show, and I wasn’t about to let them down.

  Slowly pulling my cock from her mouth, I watched as inch after inch of it appeared from between her lips, a club of flesh being pulled from the female body. My penis was saturated from her saliva, and that would have to be enough.

  Moving in back of her, I straddled the little girl in front of my brother, careful not to put any weight on her as I probed her rectum with my monster. Logan paused in his fucking for a moment to let me get in. Helpfully, he pulled her butt cheeks apart, revealing that dark star, her ass steamy and aromatic, sweaty from the bright lights.

  “Go at it brother,” he growled. “Be careful, she’s fucking tight.”

  “Yeah bro,” I muttered. Slowly, I rubbed my dickhead around her anus, lubing it up, before pressing firmly against her button-hole. She resisted at first, her face screwing up in agony, but I pressed forwards until with a little pop, her pucker gave way, letting me burrow a few inches. Fuck! It felt fucking amazing, she was so hot, so tight, so dry, I thought my dick would explode right then and there.

  But I wasn’t done yet. With my brother holding her open, I kept pushing until with a deep popping sound, her sphincter gave way, and I slid another few inches into her rectum, maybe about ten inches buried in her back hole now.

  This time the girl screamed, her face pressed to the floor in agony and ecstasy, her blonde hair streaming all over her shoulders as her cunny and ass twitched.

  “Shhh, no worries baby, you’re doing great,” I encouraged, stroking her back with my dick buried in her behind. I could feel my brother’s pole through her thin vaginal wall, the dual hardness arousing, a prick that rubbed against mine as I made my entrance.

  And with a last, hard shove, I plowed into her rectum, all fifteen inches embedded in that tiny, tight ass. Kacey screamed loud this time, raising her head to the heavens, her eyes closed, face a rictus of pain as I embedded myself in her GI tract.

  “Shhh baby, it’s all over, you did it,” I murmured again, stroking that golden hair, rubbing circles on her smooth flesh. Her breasts heaved as she took deep breaths, her little body trying to stretch, to accommodate us both, to let us fuck her and have our way.

  And sure enough, after a few seconds, she began to relax. I gestured for the woman with the ruler to come over, and she thrust her hand between our bodies to make sure that I was indeed fully embedded. She nodded to the MC, who’d been standing speechless throughout the performance, and the dude babbled into the microphone.

  “This is it folks! Kacey has earned a ten thousand dollar bonus for her ability to take fifteen-inchers … in her cunt and her ass!” he roared, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets.

  And I admit, it was an arousing sight. A petite blonde, on her hands and knees, violated by two six-four dudes with massive fucking fifteen-inch pricks. Shit didn’t get better than this.

  And so my brother and I started fucking her, driving our dicks in and out, moving in a syncopated rhythm. I won’t lie -- we’ve done this before. My brother and I often share girls because we like the same type – curvy, blonde and slutty. And if a girl can get two dicks in instead of one, then why not? We’ve never been turned down, the chicks are always curious for more.

  So we fucked her until we came, exploding with massive roars into our little girl’s twat and ass. I pulsed heaving streams of semen into her GI tract, rope after rope of jism coating her, the hot goo staining her insides. Simultaneously, Logan exploded in her cunt, spraying her fertile fields with streams of man milk, his virile sperm coating her ovaries and probably fucking a baby into her.

  But as we finished our pulsing, the jizz slowly dripping, I thought back to why I was here. Something about Kacey haunted me, like glimpse into the fuzzy, distant past best left unremembered. Long ago, Logan and I had loved a girl who died tragically, and she looked just like stripper beneath us. Were we fucking Kacey to bring that woman back to life?

  CHAPTER SIX

  Kacey

  It had been overwhelming, exhilarating, and frankly, a little scary. I hadn’t wanted to do the contest because of what could happen. Although the Donkey Club had never sponsored a Mongo Size show before, it had put on a live revue called Big-Breasted Betties that hadn’t ended well for the performers. The girls had had to go to the hospital, their tits raw and wrung out from multiple dudes sucking and gnawing at them.

  So the Mongo Size thing sounded like a bad idea. When presented to us backstage, we’d all shook our heads no.

  “No fucking way, Lester,” said Shanina, a dusky, sloe-eyed beauty. “No fucking way am I fucking some monster dick on stage unless it’s for a lot, and I mean a lot, of money.”

  That about summed up our feelings. The girls who’d done Big-Breasted Betties had been paid decently, but with no health insurance, they’d had to spend the so-called bonus pay on hospital bills. Where was the justice in that?

  And so Lester presented a revised deal from management. The three girls who participated would get $5k each, no matter who won. And we got our money by certified check before the contest started, not after.

  So there was definitely an incentive to put out. I mean, five thousand is a lot of money to me. I know girls at the big clubs can earn that much in a night, but at the Donkey Club, a good night for us is three hundred bucks. Men here tip with ones and maybe fives, not the twenties or hundreds that the girls at Skye and Mystique rake in.

  Worst of all, I really needed the money. My rent was late again, and I needed to come up with nine hundred for my portion asap before the first. This five thousand would be the start of a new era of financial responsibility I promised myself.

  So when it was time to get up on stage, we smiled, we shimmied, we acted like professionals, albeit nervous ones. The first two dudes who came up were so fucking disgusting, I couldn’t bring myself to have sex with them although I knew I was only prolonging the inevitable. And my stomach dropped when it came to my turn. The leather biker dude, the old, fat one with “Hellion” on his biker jacket could have been my gym teacher from fifth grade, the one who liked boys. I cursed myself for not going first.

  But then I saw him. The man from last night, the dark, dangerous one with the
penetrating green eyes. He was making his way up to the stage, unzipping his fly, and … my mouth fell open when I saw his dong pop out. It was a monster. Fifteen inches at least, the myth that all strippers talk about. And now I was going to take it on stage in front of a crowd!

  My little cunny shivered and trembled. I was terrified, sure I’d be used and raw tomorrow, barely able to walk. But at the same time, I was unmistakably turned on, leaking between my legs, my sweet female juice lubing me up for the massive fucking to come.

  And oh god, but it felt damn good. The dong lifted me in the air, jouncing me up and down, it was so fucking big and I felt so stretched, so tight, so female riding that rod, letting it demonstrate its mastery over me.

  And when a second dark stranger appeared, I could hardly believe my eyes. My dream guy had a twin? The roar from the crowd was overwhelming, men pounding their fists on the table, stamping their feet, wanting to see me violated two ways – thirty inches total. So I was ashamed at my sluttiness but also a little proud. I mean, how many girls can say they’ve taken thirty inches? I’ve done it … and I loved every second.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Logan

  I silently cursed Lance. The motherfucker had trailed me to the club, stalking me for fuck’s sake. My twin knew me too well and had followed me, slipping in before they locked the doors, joining me in my moment of glory with the beautiful blonde, driving his dick up her ass.

  I wasn’t angry about the girl – we share women all the time. After all, lots of females fantasize about doing two men at once. And if they’re handsome identical twins with big sausages? Sign ‘em up, pronto.