by Doctor MC
Bellina humphed. “Virgilia, you slut, there are impressionable girls here!”
I asked Virgilia, “When he touched you, was it on the back of the hand?”
She shrugged. “I suppose so. Maybe. I don’t remember. My memories of those minutes are very confused.”
I asked, “So what did you think of Uncle Warren? After he took your picture, but before you got the craving?”
Virgilia turned green—was she about to vomit? “Oh please, Marvin sir, don’t ask me that. Please take back your question. You won’t like the answer, you really won’t.”
I glanced at Fatima; Fatima mouthed the word Fear.
I realized that because Virgilia was now my touch-slave, she was terrified of displeasing me. I said, “Virgilia, I am pleased when you tell me the complete truth, no matter what that truth is.”
Virgilia relaxed noticeably and said, “Truthfully, I thought he was a wrinkled-up old creep—”
Bellina snorted. “Right, he was a creep. And yet five minutes later, you were slurping him like a ten-cent whore. What does that say about you?”
Virgilia sounded ready to cry. “I don’t know what it says about me. It’s something that, two years later, I still haven’t figured out. One minute, I thought he was the biggest creep in the room; the next minute, all I could think about was that I had to suck his cock, over and over, for as long as he’d let me.”
Bellina sounded totally disgusted. “Wow, you really are a total slut. And to think that I bought your act, how you were serious about feminism.”
“Enough, Bellina!” I commanded. “Any more trash-talk to or about Virgilia will displease me, do you understand?”
Bellina looked panicked, and nodded vigorously.
I continued, “Virgilia is a harem-slave, same as you. I like her as much as I like you, and I respect her as much as I respect you. Is that also understood?”
Bellina nodded again, her face glum. “Yes, Marvin sir.”
Virgilia laughed scornfully. “Bellina honey, too bad you haven’t spent two years consumed by sexual craving, because it’d give you a whole new outlook on feminism. Let me clue you in: Feminism isn’t about becoming the equal of men. It’s about us women browbeating men till they make us ‘equals,’ then we lead them around by their dicks because men are always horny, so we women go from being ‘equal’ to being on top.”
Bellina glanced at me; clearly she was choosing her next words carefully. Then she said, “Virgilia, I’ve seen Marvin’s uncle. From four feet away. You claim you were helpless with craving for him? I’d sooner believe that you watched aliens kidnap Elvis.”
I said, “Virgilia, Bellina, what neither of you understand is that Uncle Warren and I have something in common. Call it a talent, our attractiveness to women. The difference is, I try not to be an asshole. Whereas Uncle Warren obviously took a shine to Virgilia, and you saw what happened next. Virgilia wasn’t a slut before she met Uncle Warren, and she isn’t a slut in general.”
I glanced at Fatima. She looked worried. Perhaps she was thinking, Is it wise to be saying so much?
Meanwhile, Virgilia had been standing in front of me and facing Bellina. Now she turned around to face me. Stroking my chest, Virgilia said seductively, “But Marvin sir, I am a slut in general. Sort of. A little.”
I said, “Yeah?”
Now Virgilia was unfastening my belt. “I only sucked two dicks before Warren—hated doing it, both times—but now I crave sucking dick. When Warren ordered me to suck off the air-conditioning repairman, I didn’t want to stop for anything! And Warren twisted my arm to look like this, but now I love how I look. Since I look like a bimbo, I know that I’m making dicks hard, and I want to suck those hard dicks till they spurt.”
Then she looked in my eyes and smiled. “I’m getting your dick hard. It’s huge now.” Virgilia dropped to her knees.
I remembered very well what Virgilia could do to my cock with her mouth. So it took lots of self-discipline for me to say, “Don’t start, Virgilia. Stand up.”
Bellina said to everyone listening, “SEE? MARVIN DOESN’T LIKE SLUTS.”
I said, “Nothing of the kind, Bellina.” I raised my voice: “Everyone, Virgilia was about to give me a ‘gift blowjob,’ a blowjob that I hadn’t already ordered her to give me, and that wasn’t a warm-up for a fuck. Here’s a new rule: The first gift blowjob of the day will be by Anna Kay—raise your hand, Anna Kay—whenever she chooses, and nobody may give me a gift blowjob that day till after Anna Kay has done so. And if Anna Kay chooses to not gift me that day, the rest of you are S.O.L. It will displease me greatly if any of you say anything to Anna Kay like ‘Get going, girl, you’re holding up the train.’ ”
Anna Kay was beaming, at me and everyone. Her face was red—I suspect she’d just had an orgasm. Virgilia looked nervous—clearly she was worried that she’d displeased me. But then I give Virgilia a slow kiss on the mouth. When I broke the kiss, Virgilia was smiling with relief.
Then I put my pants back on. Though not for long, I was sure.
****
Now it was time to introduce Fatima to everyone. I raised my voice and said, “Everyone, please come here. Almira, this includes you. Fatima, come stand by my side.”
“Yes, Master,” Fatima said.
“Oh, honey, don’t say that,” Olivia said. “Marvin hates that. Call him ‘Marvin.’ ”
“Or ‘Mr. Harper,’ ” said Bridget.
In seconds, everyone except Elvira was gathered-in close around me.
I looked into every beautiful face and said, “I have some announcements to make. First of all, let me introduce Fatima. Only a few of you have met her, and I haven’t mentioned her to most of you, but she and I have an unusual relationship. But exactly what that relationship is, is our secret. Unlike the rest of you, Fatima I permit to call me ‘Master’—in fact, I expect this of her. I give Fatima orders and she gives me sex, but she is not a harem slave like you are. Fatima, do you have anything to say?”
Fatima raised her voice: “Marvin Harper, Master, I obey you because of You-Know-What. But I would obey you anyway, because you’ve earned my respect.” Then she turned to look me in the eyes. “My respect, and my affection.”
“Times two,” Janice said.
After that, I held a business meeting for Fatima and my harem slaves. Since nothing exciting happened then, and nobody got sucked or fucked, I’ll skip all that. Because I know what you’re saying, Reader: “C’mon, Marvin, tell us the good stuff!”
****
Some minutes later, I looked around at nearly two dozen beautiful woman. “Any other questions?” I asked.
“I’ve got one,” said Virgilia. “It’s for Fatima: Have you ever met Warren Harper, Marvin’s uncle?”
Fatima gave me a look of surprise: Where did THIS come from?
I shrugged: I don’t know.
Fatima answered, “Yes, I met Warren back in—I met Warren once.”
Virgilia nodded, as though a theory was confirmed.
“Any other questions?” I asked.
Tiffani asked, “Is the pool clean?”
“I truly don’t know,” I said. I walked to the lip and looked down. “Seems a little murky, but not nasty yet,” I said.
I walked back to where I’d been standing. “I’ve only lived here two days, and I haven’t cleaned the pool. I haven’t gotten a handle yet on Uncle Warren’s paperwork, so I can’t say when he had it cleaned. That leaves only one way to tell if the water is clean.”
“What’s that?” someone asked.
“This!” I said. I rushed over to Virgilia, grabbed her under her armpits, rushed to the lip of the pool, and pushed. I was showing off my upper-body strength, so I not only pushed her away, I pushed her upward. I gave her a 45-degree upward trajectory, like a cannonball. Virgilia shrieked in surprise as she flew through the air.
What goes up must come down. SPLASH! Virgilia disappeared for a second or two; then her bikini-top surfaced, then she surfaced.
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Instead of putting her top back on, Virgilia draped it over her shoulder as she climbed up the ladder, giving me a clear view of her augmented tits. She smiled at me, while also wagging her finger. “Lover, if you want to see my boobs, all you need do is ask.”
Everyone laughed at that—except Fatima. Fatima’s expression, I couldn’t read.
****
Then I looked around at my babes. “Okay, I’ve introduced you to Fatima, ordered most of you to move into the mansion, shook pom-poms for getting a good education, and put Kristin in charge of buying gym equipment. Olivia’s told us about her life in Hollywood, and we’ve heard Anna Kay’s fascinating tale. Now, is there anything else that needs to be discussed?”
Crickets.
I smiled. “If not, I’m going to bring my king-sized mattress outdoors now.”
That got a loud cheer. I wonder what my neighbors thought?
I’ve mentioned, haven’t I, that I can bench-press the back of my clunker? This superhuman strength of mine is the only way to explain how I, by myself, carried my king-sized mattress from my bed, outdoors to the back yard. It is one of the mysteries of the universe that a bed mattress’s weight increases ten-fold, as soon as you lift it even an inch.
When I got my big mattress outside, Almira and Elvira were ready with painter’s plastic. Elvira laid her plastic down on the grass, I put the mattress down on the plastic, and then Almira laid her own plastic atop the mattress. Almira tucked the ends of the plastic sheet under the mattress.
When Almira stood up and nodded at me, I looked around at the multitude. “The Love Shack is open for business!” I said. “Who goes first? ... Anna Kay. Friday, I promised her a fuck.”
Anna Kay looked like she was climaxing, standing up. She kept that orgasmic look even as I told her to take off her flip-flops and kneel on the mattress.
As soon as Anna Kay’s knees touched the mattress, I was reaching for the top of her bikini.
“They’re magnificent,” I said, seconds later. I started sucking on a nipple.
“That stripper who you walked out with, her boobs are bigger than mine,” Anna Kay said. She sounded worried.
“Virgilia’s are bigger, true, after surgery,” I replied. “You’re not a consolation prize, Anna Kay. And Captain America down here doesn’t think you’re second-place, either.”
(Tutoring Anna Kay in Trig had been sweet torture for me, and I can’t tell you how many times I whacked my wiener in bed to fantasies about her. And now I was actually about to fuck Anna Kay? My cock was an iron bar.)
“Ooh, I’ve never seen a cock that big,” Anna Kay said, breathless. “It’s as tall as your shorts. Can I touch it?”
“You may touch it anytime. Even during trig class,” I replied. Seconds later, I gasped, “Feel how hard I am? Imagine how this will feel in your pussy.”
“I am, I am! Forget foreplay, Marvin, get me naked and fuck me with this hard monster.”
And Reader, I did, I fucked her. Believe me.
After Anna Kay and I finished our fuck, I ordered French maid Elvira to bring me a linered trash basket, so that I could dispose of the first of many used condoms. When Elvira returned with the trash basket, I pulled the condom off and trashed it; sullen Elvira eyed my huge dick with obvious ambivalence.
After I fucked Anna Kay, I kept my other promise, by calling Felicia French over. Felicia was the second harem slave that I fucked on Sunday.
****
After Anna Kay and Felicia, I planned to fuck my eighteen other harem slaves by lot. I had Fatima bring a twenty-sided die downstairs, along with a clipboard, and she assigned the remaining women’s fuck-order. (I’ll bet, Reader, that you’re not a bit surprised that I own twenty-sided dice, are you?)
But before I started on Fuck Number Three (Matsuko), I took a break.
****
I wasn’t trying to make the sex assembly-line—that struck me as demeaning. So I’d screw one or two girls, stand up, eat, talk, flirt, piss, then hit the mattress again.
What I had done to Virgilia by surprise, I started doing by request: tossing a young woman up and into the pool. Maybe the reason that so many women were asking for this was that they were fondly remembering long-ago days when their fathers did similar things with them. Or maybe they found it sexy, their man demonstrating that he was strong. In any case, after Virgilia’s shriek of surprise, I started hearing many shrieks of delight.
Not that it stopped me from surprise dunkings. I didn’t want Sherry to think that I preferred Virgilia; so when I found Sherry talking to Christi Ellen and Tiffani, Sherry suddenly got scooped up and tossed in the pool. Likewise, I tossed Almira in the pool, fully clothed as a French Maid. (I did, however, let her kick off her shoes before she got pooled.)
When I came up to Kristin, she was talking with Virgilia. Virgilia was asking, “So when did you join Marvin’s harem?”
Kristin said, “Tuesday evening after school. I was actually the first one who Marvin claimed. Elena”—Kristin pointed her out to Virgilia—“was second in the harem.” Kristin asked me, “Right?”
I waggled my hand. “I had sex with Sherry and Virgilia before I had it with you and Elena, but I didn’t think to claim them.”
Kristin looked at me. “Really? Usually you have a mind like a filing cabinet.”
I could feel myself blush. “I, uh—I gave my virginity to them. So, um, I was a little scatterbrained that day.”
Virgilia looked surprised to hear that—but unfortunately, not surprised enough. I guess I’d been sort of inept, that first time.
Meanwhile, Kristin was saying, “Whoa, hold on! Looking how you look, with that voice and those muscles since junior high, you were a virgin till Monday?”
“How curious,” Virgilia said.
Kristin started stroking my chest. “Lover, you sure learned a lot in that one day.” Kristin looked at Virgilia and explained, “I was a pure lesbian before Marvin and I had sex. But after one night with him, Marvin’s cock definitely gets me juiced up!”
I smiled at her. “So guys never got you wet, but now I get you wet often?”
“Very often,” Kristin said, rubbing my chest again. “I’m wet for you now.”
I replied, “Guess what, Kristin. You’re about to get wetter!”
“EEEE-EEEE-eeek!” Splash.
****
Back on the mattress, I was caressing Sherry’s very toned body, and she was writhing underneath my hand. “Ooh, Marvin, that’s nice, you’ve come—” Then suddenly Sherry looked panicky.
I’d noticed her and Virgilia speaking briefly. So I said, “Did Virgilia tell you that last Monday...?”
“That you were a virgin? Yeah. I was just about to say—yeah baby, my clit loves that, oh yeah—about to say, you’ve learned a lot since then.”
“I was bad in bed, huh?”
“Even with you a raw virgin, I enjoyed it, y’know? Because—” Now Sherry’s face looked panicky again.
This time it was easy to guess what had Sherry worried. I said, “You please me whenever you tell me the whole truth, no matter what you say.”
Both of Sherry’s eyes were on mine; both of Sherry’s hands were on my cock. She said, “All the time I was with Warren, he never fucked me, or ate me out, or stroked my clit. At times you weren’t good at that stuff, but you did it all. You made me feel like a woman again, y’know? Not like a blow-up doll.”
Then Sherry grabbed my head and kissed me on the mouth. Hard.
Then she said, “Is that okay? I never kissed Warren like that. Not ’less he told me to.”
“Yeah, Sherry, I like it a lot that you did that.”
Sherry beamed, hearing that.
I stuck a finger in Sherry’s pussy. She was wet. She thrust her hips to meet my finger and she gasped.
“Take me, Marvin sir!” she said. “Please, sir!”
Virgilia walked up then, to stand by the mattress and watch. “Do it, fuck Sherry,” Virgilia urged me.
I reached
for a condom packet, but Sherry said, “Please, Marvin sir, let me.” As Sherry was putting the condom on my erection, she looked up at her friend. “I’m about to get fucked, Virgie. Second time in ... how long? Jeez, I’m hot for it.”
“Less talking, more humping, Sher,” Virgilia said.
I stuck my condomed dick in Sherry’s pussy. Her pussy was tight, but it was also wet, and my cock slid right in.
Sherry gasped, wrapped her legs around my ass, and her hands gripped my shoulders. She started thrusting her hips. “Oh yeah, this is it,” she said. “Gimme, gimme.”
Sherry’s body didn’t feel like other women’s. She was muscle-toned, and so, as I lay on top of her and she embraced me, I felt a tightness and hardness in her legs, arms, and stomach. Sherry almost felt like Kristin. But Sherry’s tits were as big as Anna Kay’s. I hadn’t noticed all this stuff about Sherry the first time I’d fucked her, but I was sure enjoying her body now.
“Your body pleases me, Sherry,” I said. “You’re a hottie.”
Sherry’s reply was to arch her back, clutch my shoulders, and yell, “Oh my gawd, NNNN!”
****
Fatima was wearing cork-and-green-denim wedge heels, green denim shorts, a tight, light green t-shirt, and a green-lace wisp under the t-shirt. She was still holding the clipboard.
I sauntered up to Fatima, a mischievous smile on my face. Several steps away, I started doing a countdown: “Five ... four...”
But Fatima’s face looked utterly terrified, and she started shaking her head “no.” As I got closer, and the countdown number got smaller, the fear on her face increased, and her head-shaking got more intense.
What can frighten a 2,600-year-old genie? I wondered.
I was no longer striding now, no longer smirking, but I was still coming at Fatima. As soon as my hands gripped her shoulders—
“PLEASE, MASTER, PLEASE, DON’T THROW ME IN THE POOL!”