Posted by Luthor on July 16, 2003 at 18:36:29:
Victoria's Last Secret
Part 1
Joshua Bane stared in rapt fascination at the stunning blonde-haired tap-dancer bouncing energetically across the small, brightly-lit stage at the rural County Fair where he had found temporary work as a midway clown. The tall drifter was currently doubling as Master of Ceremonies for the Annual County Fair Talent Show, and the lovely young dancer that so riveted his attention was the second-to-last act on the evening's otherwise lackluster program. Joshua had almost turned down the unusual gig because of the long hours and short pay, not to mention the humiliation of having to dress in such an absurd manner, but he needed the money for his rather pesky drug habit and, as luck would have it, his unemployment benefits had run out the month before.
Now he was damn glad he had taken it!
Joshua's bloodshot eyes followed the gorgeous young dancer as she twirled and twisted to the beat of the scratchy recording of Music Man playing over the run-down Grandstand's ancient sound system. The grizzled old man sighed. He had never in his life seen such a sexy female! Her long, wavy hair was so blonde it was almost white, and cascaded in lazy, shimmering spirals down her tanned back and over her pert, round ass. She had on a tight, sequined white leotard that hugged her firm young body like a second skin, impudently displaying the lovely teenager's lithe, athletic torso to anybody who might care to look. Her impossibly long, incredibly tanned, legs flexed sensually as her patent leather dancing shoes enthusiastically tapped out their rhythmic routine. The pretty dancer's skimpy costume was cut low in front, showing off most of the enchanting woman-child's firm, rounded breasts. The old lech almost began to drool as he watched those luscious twin orbs merrily bouncing up and down in perfect sych with their mistress's energetic time-step. Joshua groaned under his breath as the thin crotch of her tight outfit became wedged snuggly between the girl's jiggling asscheeks, gradually riding up and exposing the better part of her saucy, lily-white rear end to the small but appreciative crowd of on-lookers seated on the worn wooden benches in the dilapidated outdoor arena.
"Let's have a big hand for Victoria McKenzie!" shouted Joshua as he trotted onstage at the conclusion of the lovely dancer's stirring performance. The randy old drifter began to perspire as he stood directly behind the perky blonde while she bowed deeply to the cheering crowd, her naked ass protruding obscenely from her disheveled costume. Joshua was dressed in full clown regalia, including a pink and purple polka-dot shirt, long red suspenders, floppy shoes and a big round rubber nose. His haggard face was covered in red and white greasepaint and he wore a purple fright wig over his own graying, sandy blonde hair. A large rubber chicken hung limply from the open fly of his baggy clown-pants and he carried a bottle of seltzer water in his oversized coat pocket.
"Very nice performance, Victoria!" Joshua gushed as he gave the pretty blonde a warm, friendly hug, surreptitiously running his left hand over her baby-smooth asscheeks as he escorted her offstage. "And now the act you've all been waiting for! Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to the Amazing Fred and his Dancing Pig!" he announced as the last act stepped forward to perform.
"Do you really think I did good, Mister?" asked the breathless beauty as Joshua walked her backstage out of sight of the applauding crowd.
"You sure did, sweetheart! Your performance was the best I've seen all day! I can truly say that your talent literally popped right out at me!" chuckled the lecherous clown as he steered the young blonde toward the private alcove behind the stage that he used to change his clothes and to relax during the long, boring acts he was forced to introduce. The dark, dingy room was little more than a glorified closet, but it had a door that locked and a chair and a small table in the corner. There was a 1/2 inch hole drilled into the wall about three feet from the floor so you could watch the performers onstage, and a single bare lightbulb hung by a frayed, twisted cord from the weathered wooden ceiling. A shiny metal clothesrack stood against the far wall next to the old table. Joshua's street clothes and heavy coat dangled from the rack on several thin wire hangers. "Here, darling," crooned the crafty old man as he led the panting girl into the dimly-lit room. "Why don't you have a seat and catch your breath here with me while you wait for your family to come looking for you."
"Oh, they won't be coming!" chirped the young dancer as she flounced exhaustedly onto the rickety wooden chair and took a deep, cleansing breath. "My parents are divorced. My Dad moved away when I was 12, I think to Monaco or Morocco or someplace like that. Me and my sister Alice live with my Mom. She signed me up for the talent show, but something came up and she couldn't drive me. I have my license and all, but the Jag is in the shop so we only have the Bentley this week and mom needed it for later. Our house is only about a half mile from the Fairgrounds though, on the hill right next to the Fairhaven Country Club, so I put on my costume and walked."
"Your mother let you walk all the way here dressed like that?"
"Sure. She didn't care. Mom had a fundraiser to attend tonight and she was busy getting ready. It takes her forever! She always has to look perfect. She says she has to set an example for the rest of the community. Because we're rich, I guess. Most people would call her a snob, but she's not so bad, really. She lets me do whatever I want. I'm not a baby, you know. I'm eighteen, and very mature for my age." Victoria spread her long, tanned legs and leaned lazily against the creaking chairback. "Did you really like my dancing? I've been taking lessons ever since I was seven. My dance teacher, Madam Petroska, says I have real talent! She told my Mom that I have the perfect legs for dancing!"
"I think she's might be right! They sure look perfect to me!" murmured Joshua as he stood gaping at Victoria's extraordinary, golden-brown limbs. The gorgeous blonde had the most beautiful legs he had ever seen! They were long and firm and deeply tan, with full, rounded calves and solid, muscular thighs with just the slightest hint of fine white girl-fuzz covering their smooth surface. Joshua's eyes traveled wistfully back and forth over the sweet teen's supple body as she sat relaxing in the ancient chair, his huge, freakish cock beginning to stir in his baggy trousers.
Victoria giggled. "It's not polite to stare!" she laughed as she playfully brought her tanned arms forward to cover her scantily clad torso.
"Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to gawk!" sputtered the flustered old lech, blushing warmly under his heavy make-up. "I - uh - was just admiring your costume! It appears to be very well made! I'm thinking of getting one for myself. I've been told that I'm quite a vision in spandex."
The pretty blonde giggled again. "You're funny! I watched you up on stage when you were introducing the lady who sang the Star Spangled Banner with her head in a bucket of Jell-O. I loved the way you made that nasty sound with your armpit! It made me laugh! I used to think clowns were dumb and just for little kids, but you're kind of cute! You can call me Vicki." Victoria casually let her slender arms drop to her sides and sat up straight and tall in the old chair, arching her back and proudly displaying her healthy young body to Joshua's interested gaze.
"It's okay if you want to look at me, Mister. I don't mind. The boys at school are always staring at me, especially during P.E. when I wear my gym shorts or a bathing suit. Men, too. They stare at my boobs and my butt when they think I'm not looking. It makes me feel good! I like it when guys think I'm sexy!" Vicki crossed her magnificent legs and gazed into Joshua's beady eyes, smiling mischievously. "I felt your hand touching my butt a little while ago," she whispered in a low, sultry voice. "I could get you in a lot of trouble for doing that. My mother used to date the D. A. I don't think she'd approve of a nasty old man like you putting your sweaty hand all over her youngest daughter's bare ass."
"H-hey! Wait! I...uh..I didn't mean...." Joshua sputtered, backing up a couple of steps. "I mean, if I, um, did anything at all to offend you..."
"Don't worry," Victoria giggled, apparently enjoying her little joke. "I won't tell on you. I'm good at keeping secrets. I've got lots of them. Some really nasty ones, too. And anyway, it felt good. You have warm hands. I liked it! I'm very mature for my age, remember?" Victoria's big blue eyes gazed soulfully at the nervous clown. "Besides," her voice suddenly changed to a breathy whisper. "Having all those people watching me dance around in my thin little costume kind of got me hot."
Before a surprised Joshua could reply, Vicki got up from her chair and sauntered casually around the tiny room, curiously examining the colorful tubes of greasepaint and theatrical make-up cluttering the old wooden table. "I never met a real clown before!" she purred as she sensually ran her fingers across an open tin of Acme Nose Putty and then ambled slowly over to the small hole in the wall that overlooked the stage.
"Oh! I can see the whole grandstand from here!" Vicki giggled with delight as she bent over to peer through the glowing opening. "There's old Mr. Grumbach! Jeez! I wonder how he got his pig to learn to dance like that? My Mom can't even teach our dog, Duke, not to poop on the rug!"
Joshua groaned softly as he found himself confronted yet again by the beautiful blonde's naked white ass! Her skimpy dance costume was still wedged tightly between her firm, perky buttocks, and the aroused clown felt his throbbing cock swell as he lustfully ogled the sweet teen's truly amazing rear end. While Vicki's attention was momentarily diverted, Joshua reached quietly into the front of his baggy pants and took hold of his massive manhood, masturbating silently for several seconds before stuffing the huge organ through the large opening he had previously cut in the base of his rubber chicken and running the gigantic fuckstick deeply into the cool, squishy interior of the comical fowl. Joshua had smeared a generous amount of Crisco onto the inside walls of the old rubber bird before he had donned his clown attire that morning, in anticipation of an opportunity just like this. He often secretly slid his huge cock into the greasy fowl as he traveled up and down the crowded midway, the big rubber bird hanging comically from his open fly. His happy clown face always smiled brightly as he walked about, cheerfully greeting fairgoers and handing out free ride coupons, all the while encouraging the giggling young girls he encountered along the way to walk up and shake hands with friendly Mr. Chicken!
And why shouldn't he have a little fun? Joshua Bane was a man with an affliction.
At the time of Joshua's birth, it was first thought that the unfortunate tyke had been born with a third leg, the appendage in question dangling from the general area of his crotch and hanging down just a tad short of his ankles. Upon closer examination, however, the astounded doctors discovered that this mammoth protrusion was actually little Joshua's penis!
The phenomenally-endowed newborn had caused quite a stir in medical circles, not to mention among the hospital nursing staff, all of whom, at one time or another, made a point of asking Josh's mother who the father was (and where he might be found). There was even a short write-up in JAMA, with a full color photograph of the organ in question and a very impressive (if somewhat ironic) bar graph.
As might be expected, growing up with such an unwieldy appendage dangling between his skinny legs had proven a difficult task for poor Joshua. Hard as he tried to hide his affliction and fit in with the 'normal' kids, such secrets can seldom be kept for long, and truth has a way of popping up when you least expect it.
In Joshua's case, the truth (among other things) popped up on July 26th, 1963, the day of his 13th birthday.
Having learned from bitter experience that anyone discovering his 'special gift' would most likely either consider him a freak of nature or keep pestering him to unzip his pants and take it out 'just for a peek', little Joshua determined from an early age to keep his private parts just that. Private. Always a clever lad, he had devised an ingenious method to insure his odd affliction would remain hidden from the prying eyes of an unforgiving world. Every morning before school, after taking a piss, Joshua would roll up his massive phallus as one might roll up a garden hose. Then, with the aid of a long strip of heavy duty masking tape, Joshua secured the offending member to the inside of his right thigh in a tight, compact ball, thus preventing it from escaping the modest confines of his faded Levi's either down a pant leg or over his waistband, as had happened on several occasions, with predictably embarrassing results.
This procedure had proven surprisingly effective for quite some time, until that fateful day in 1963 when, despite Joshua's best intentions, his shameful secret was at long last revealed!
The day had begun, ironically enough, in a remarkably up-beat manner. Joshua's mother had decided to celebrate his 13th birthday at the local water park, and almost all of the birthday boy's 8th grade classmates had eagerly agreed to join in the festivities. Everything had gone along swimmingly (so to speak) until shortly after the cutting of the cake. Feeling a bit reckless, Joshua foolishly chose to ignore his mother's wise admonition not to go into the water for 25 minutes after eating, and while exploring the deepest part of the artificial fiberglass lagoon, the unfortunate lad was suddenly struck with a terrible cramp!
As luck would have it, the lifeguard on duty that particular day had been Tiffany Jane Wellington, worshiped by most of the local pre-pubescent male population as possibly the most well-endowed, altogether sexiest female ever to graduate from Our Lady of Perpetual Torment Catholic High School. The statuesque beauty was famous for three things, the first being her perfect 4.0 grade point average. Tiffany Jane's two remaining claims to fame had a tendency to bounce when she walked and seldom found themselves restricted to the uncomfortable interior of a brassiere.
Rare indeed would be the 13 year-old male residing anywhere in Jackson county Florida who was not deeply, spiritually in love with one or more of Tiffany Jane Wellington's big, bouncy tits.
The plucky young beauty had been paying her way through college by working summers as a part-time lifeguard and doing the occasional porn film on the side. A true professional, Tiffany Jane quickly pulled the unconscious Joshua from the water and proceeded to perform mouth to mouth resuscitation on his limp, waterlogged body.
The first thing Joshua noticed upon awakening was the curious fact that there seemed to be an extra pair of lips on top of his, and that the lips in question were remarkably soft and tasted vaguely of spearmint and Coca Cola. The next thing he noticed were the two big squishy things pressing down on his chest. He wondered for a moment if someone might have misplaced a couple of very large water balloons (although the two big squishy things felt awfully soft and warm for balloons). After briefly mulling the situation over in his mind, Joshua decided that it might help him to sort out just what was going on if he were to go ahead and open his eyes.
Witnesses to the dramatic events that took place at the water park that hot summer afternoon differ widely in their recollections of just how the tragedy of July 26th unfolded. Some claim that there was a knife involved. Others believe that poor Tiffany Jane tripped and fell on a Coke bottle. There are even one or two odd ducks who swear it was the work of aliens. But no matter how strongly the various onlookers might disagree on just what actually took place that day, they all concur on one pivotal issue.
Joshua Bane has the biggest dick any of them have ever seen!
For those historical purists who demand to know the truth, and to finally set the record straight, the following is an unbiased and accurate account of the events as they unfolded:
Joshua opened his eyes and found himself staring up at the sweet, angelic face of the aforementioned Tiffany Jane Wellington. Having worshipped the legendary beauty from afar for as long as he could remember, the pubescent lad was momentarily struck dumb by such unexpected proximity to the premier Goddess of his lifelong masturbatory fantasies. As the wide-eyed youngster watched in awe, Tiffany Jane took a deep breath, opened her luscious mouth, and then bent down and mashed her hot, wet, thoroughly delectable lips tightly against his! Joshua realized in an instant exactly what was happening!
Tiffany Jane Wellington WANTED him!
Having already rehearsed this very scene in his mind a thousand times, Joshua knew precisely what to do! In one deft, decisive motion, the horny 8th grader grabbed the back of Tiffany Jane's head with his right hand, plunged his left down the front of the her damp speedo and then, grunting like a rutting pig, he opened his mouth as wide as he could and proceeded to insert his inexperienced yet extremely eager tongue halfway down the surprised lifeguard's throat!
Caught unawares, the pretty coed and part-time porn star reacted to the unexpected assault purely on instinct. Confronted with a wet tongue in her mouth and a sweaty hand on her breast, Tiffany Jane simply did what she had always done in similar situations: she reached down and grabbed Joshua's crotch.
And that's when all Hell broke loose!
In anticipation of his day at the water park, Joshua had taken extra care that morning to bind his errant manhood even tighter than usual, employing not one but three extra long lengths of masking tape. Now, as the excited youth found himself plunged headlong into the culmination of every 13 year-old boy's most cherished wet dream, the single, glaring defect in his otherwise flawless penile-concealment strategy suddenly became painfully apparent (emphasis on 'painfully'). On that day little Joshua Bane finally came to realize the wisdom of that oft-repeated old proverb:
It is never a good idea to get an erection while your dick is rolled up into a tight ball held in place with three strips of heavy-duty masking tape.
Or something like that.
Joshua's sudden, ear-splitting screams instantly jolted the confused lifeguard back to reality. Her first reaction was to immediately cease her lifesaving ministrations and rise up off of Joshua's writhing body. Unfortunately, the horny lad's left hand was still buried up to the elbow inside the top of her thin red speedo, and the sudden movement caused the sheer material to rip right down the center, thereby exposing Tiffany Jane's big, bountiful breasts (much to the delight of the mostly male throng of friends and admirers that seemed to follow the sweet girl wherever she went). Meanwhile, the poor birthday boy, in far too much agony to form a coherent sentence, continued to shriek at the top of his lungs and gesture desperately in the general direction of his crotch.
Convinced there must be a shard of broken glass or an angry wasp or some other similarly calamitous event transpiring inside Joshua's bulging bathing trunks, Tiffany Jane, ignoring her own jiggly dilemma, heroically straddled the unfortunate lad's skinny legs and, peering intently at the area in question, grabbed the waistband of his soggy swimsuit and yanked it down to mid-thigh, once and for all baring Joshua's shameful secret for the whole world to see!
As luck would have it, the lad's monstrous phallus chose that precise instant to break free of its restrictive bindings and spring forth in all its unrivalled glory, tall and proud and rigid as a stainless steel flagpole.
All 23.4 rock-hard inches of it!
To say the flabbergasted throng of onlookers got an eyeful that day would be an understatement! Especially in the case of poor Tiffany Jane, whose lovely face was only 17.5 inches away from Joshua's crotch at the moment of lift-off. As a consequence of her ill-advised proximity, and in strict accordance with the generally accepted laws of physics that, in part, state that two solid objects cannot simultaneously occupy the same physical space, Tiffany Jane's right eyeball suddenly burst forth from its accustomed orifice and plopped messily onto her flushed cheek, dangling just above her chin by what appeared to be a single, squiggly strand of pink and purple eye-guts. This was due, for the most part, to the fact that roughly 5.9 inches of Joshua Bane's monstrous cockshaft was at that moment busily exploring the warm, wet interior of Tiffany Jane's bloody eyesocket.
Tiffany Jane screamed.
The crowd gasped.
Joshua moaned.
While the spectacularly-endowed youth had always envisioned his first sexual encounter in somewhat more conventional terms, the simple fact remained that his naked cock had indeed managed, at least in a purely technical sense, to find its way inside a woman's body. True, had Joshua been given the opportunity to select the precise manner of his deflowering, a bloody eyesocket would probably not have been his orifice of choice, but a hole is a hole, after all, and there was no getting around the fact that his big naked yahoo WAS indisputably, irrefutably and undeniably inside the beauteous and much-revered Tiffany Jane Wellington!
At any rate, the suitability of the orifice involved seemed to make no difference whatsoever to Joshua's oversized 13 year-old cock. The mammoth organ, upon finding itself engulfed by the warm, moist flesh of an attractive, large-breasted female, did what penises have been in the habit doing in similar situations since before the dawn of recorded history.
Joshua ejaculated.
The hysterical lifeguard, suddenly finding herself impaled on the huge column of spewing male flesh, desperately grabbed the rock-hard organ in both hands and, with one inhuman, Herculean effort, managed to disengage the massive hose from the interior of her skull. The colossal fleshpole exited Tiffany Jane's ruined face with a wet, sucking sound, still vomiting forth an endless stream of hot white boycream onto her bloody cheeks and into her open mouth. The desecrated beauty could only gape in disbelief with her one remaining eye as her formerly-perfect features gradually became lost under a steamy layer of thick, gooey, gelatinous semen!
The trauma of Joshua's bloated manhood exiting her defiled face finally caused Tiffany Jane's dislodged eyeball to completely break free and tumble headlong into her wide-open mouth. The gore-laden sphere quickly became lodged in the back of the screaming girl's throat, forcing the half-naked coed to swallow the errant orb (along with roughly half a pint of Joshua's seemingly endless ejaculate) in a desperate attempt to avert strangulation. Unable to deal with the utter horror of what was taking place, Tiffany Jane jumped to her feet and began running blindly, her arms flailing and her naked tits bouncing wildly.
It was reported at the time that her screams of anguish could be heard for miles, along with the loud slap slapping of her pendulous breasts as they flopped up and down on her wet, naked chest.
Slap-slap, slap-slap, slap-slap.....
Some say that on a warm summer night, under the light of the full moon, the ghost of Tiffany Jane can be heard to this very day, still running, still searching.
Searching for her lost eyeball.
Slap-slap, slap-slap, slap-slap....
Be that as it may, with his secret exposed and his future in doubt, Joshua's family quickly decided that, all things considered, it might be wise for the boy to go live with his aunt Fannie in Canada for awhile.
He was on a bus that very afternoon.
Thus began Joshua Bane's lifetime of drifting and drugs that ultimately led the aging lech to his present circumstance: shoving his hardening cock into the greasy interior of a big rubber chicken as he stared lustfully at sweet young Victoria McKenzie's naked white ass!
Groaning, Joshua slowly pushed the rest of his big, meaty member all the way through the slippery bird, his throbbing cockhead ending up lodged snuggly inside the silly rooster's hollow rubber head. The big chicken protruded stiffly a good 2 feet from his baggy clown-pants as Joshua walked up softly behind Vicki and very gently rested his hand on the small of her back, just above her exposed ass.
"Pretty wild act, huh?" asked Joshua as he bent over and placed his colorful face next to hers, peering with her through the small opening onto the bright stage. He heard Vicki inhale sharply as he slowly slid his big hand down her soft back and over her warm, naked asscheeks, gently fondling the sweet kid's tender white butt as she stood bent over gazing through the old wooden wall at Fred Grumbach's amazing dancing pig. "I hear that Fred is throwing a big barbecue at his place this weekend. I hope he's not planning on serving pork!" Joshua's thick fingers parted Vicki's firm buttocks and playfully teased her tender anus, rubbing the tiny orifice through her bunched-up costume. The lovely blonde moaned softly but made no protest as she stood with her long legs spread wide, shamelessly allowing the horny clown to do whatever he wanted to her soft, bare behind.
"Ooohhh, Mister Clown..." Vicki whispered.
To be continued.........