The A.V. Club - Ch. 19

A Novel by J.K. Ermon (jokermon)

Chapter Nineteen: Working for the Mann

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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The thing about nerds is, they're thoughtful.

To clarify: they're not always thoughtful in terms of being considerate to the feelings and egos of others, but they do think deeply about things. And when they have a project, their brains go into hyperdrive.

We all demonstrated this quality of nerditude Wednesday morning at the AV Club's main floor workroom. I guess we were looking forward to Emily's visit that afternoon. Without any cross-consultation, we all brought supplies.

Mark smuggled in an old double-size comforter. Jack brought a couple of pillows. Donnie arrived with a sloshing five-gallon water jug, the kind with a spigot cap, and a pack of plastic cups from his family's restaurant. I came in with a bunch of aerosol air-fresheners in my knapsack while Frank brought wet wipes, paper towels and bottled hand soap.

As we set up, Mark asked Jack, "How did things go with Stephanie last night?"

"Good," Jack said. "Her parents were home, so we couldn't really go nuts like last time. I think she was a little surprised when I actually wanted to tutor her. She was good, though. She paid attention. She even did the exercises without any backtalk. Then she just asked me straight out if she could suck me off. She'd done okay on the school work, so I said sure."

"How was it?" asked Donnie.

Jack lifted one shoulder in a half-shrug.

"Okay," he said. "I had to coach her a little, but she did okay." He smiled. "We had to be kinda sneaky and keep our ears peeled for her folks, but it worked out. Things didn't get really dicey until I fingered her. We were making out and I had to put my arm over her face to keep her quiet." He chuckled. "She's noisy."

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All that ground work did not prepare us for the surprise we got that afternoon. Emily showed up with Marianne.

Even Mark was shocked.

"Hello, boys," Marianne said in a hubba-hubba voice as she looked around, beaming. Emily locked and chair-barred the door behind them.

"I'm sure you all know Marianne," Emily said. "She's going to be part of things today. Donnie, could you put on some music, please?"

Donnie glanced wildly at me, and I just shrugged. He went to the radio and switched on XERB, which was playing some upbeat R&B: The Locomotion by Little Eva.

The others were looking at me with something akin to panic in their eyes. I cleared my throat.

"Emily, can I have a word?"

I took her aside and whispered in her ear.

"What is going on here?"

"Marianne wanted to come," she whispered back. "Mark accidentally spilled the beans. I couldn't stop her. Could you?"

"No," I sighed. Marianne was climbing onto the table. "Oh, Lordy. Well, here we go, I guess."

Marianne started dancing to the music with a big bawdy grin. She gyrated her hips like a stripper.

Then suddenly, she lit up inside. She was just suddenly larger-than-life, bursting with vital sexual energy. She switched it on like I'd seen Pauline and Emily and others do. Just like I'd learned to do.

Holy...cow, I thought.

All my friends and even Emily were staring with slack jaws. I'd seen flashes of this from Marianne, but this was the first time she'd turned it on full blast and sustained it. Just like before, it had a super femme fatale quality, like Julie Newmar's Catwoman. Blood rushed into my penis. At first it was pleasant, but then, as I got bigger, the confinement of my pants became uncomfortable.

She shimmied out of her dress. Underneath, she was wearing a very brief black lace bra-and-panty set with - I gulped - a matching garter belt-and-stocking set. She kicked her dress off the table and twirled in her heels. She stuck her rear end out at us and wiggled it. I glanced around. My friends were already opening their pants.

Well, Jesus, I thought. Here we go.

"Oh, yeah," Marianne laughed. She was looking at us over her shoulder. Her eyes widened as our dicks appeared. "Oh, yeah."

Emily was wearing an old-fashioned long skirt and her usual sweater top. She stripped out of them with great efficiency and climbed up naked on the table with Marianne. Her erection bobbed as they danced together. Emily lit up like a Christmas tree.

I stood rooted in place. My girlfriend blazed with sex appeal. It didn't outshine or diminish Marianne in the slightest. In fact, her proximity made her friend burn brighter and more wickedly. Unlike Marianne, there was no persona to Emily's energy; it was just the pure unadulterated goods. Holy clear light to Marianne's pagan stained glass. The two of them burned like a sexual four-alarm fire.

I was masturbating. I didn't remember deciding to do that, I just suddenly realized my hand was moving on my dick all on its own. My friends were all doing the same. The combined power of those girls writhing on that table had us all whaling away like mind-controlled zombies.

Emily grabbed Marianne by the hair and forced her to her knees. She gave no warning and wasn't gentle. Marianne submitted instantly. No sooner had her knees banged the tabletop than Emily began slapping her face with her penis.

"Whoa," choked Mark. I was just as surprised. Emily wore an attentive, thoughtful expression as she whacked that big salami back and forth across Marianne's cheeks. It was the kind of face she wore while sewing a button back on one of her cardigans.

The rough, disrespectful treatment clearly inflamed Marianne. Color bloomed in her cheeks. Tears of joy filled her eyes. Her mouth dropped open and Emily speared it. Marianne didn't hesitate; she began sucking with deep, slurpy inhalations.

"Oh, yeah," grunted Jack.

Emily thrust all the way into Marianne's mouth. She grabbed the back of her head and forced her face into her pubes. Her balls mashed Marianne's chin. I could see the tears stream down Marianne's cheeks. Again, she submitted eagerly.

All of us stared at Emily's ass as it slowly drew back, paused, and then shoved forward. She plunged her cock all the way back down Marianne's maw, and her ass jiggled before it came to a rest. Then she pulled out and did it again. We could hear sucking sounds, and Marianne's anxious baby noises.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

Emily's thighs and buttocks began to twitch. She thrust in and held it. She made a little squeak as she came: "Ooh!"

"Mmm...mmm..."

The sounds of Marianne's greedy gulping were incredibly erotic. Her hands roamed Emily's thighs, petting and patting, then slid up and squeezed her cheeks. It was like she was trying to squeeze out more of Emily's cum.

Emily pulled out and turned towards us. Marianne collapsed onto her elbows, gasping.

My girlfriend beckoned to us. "Your turn, boys."

I stepped to the front of the line.

Emily knelt on the table top and I bowed my head to suck her off. She came in no time, and Frank was quick to step up after me.

I blinked and swayed on my feet. Emily's sperm had gotten more powerful. I was certain of it.

Marianne slithered off the table and onto her knees in front of me. She drew my cock between her lips with an anxious whimper.

"Oh," I said, overcome. Five minutes ago, my friends and I had been engrossed in cleaning and reassembling an overhead slide projector. Now, this.

I glanced over at Emily. She had a high flush on her cheeks. Her eyes were very bright as she looked down at Frank's bobbing head, and then over at Marianne sucking me off.

I went off in her mouth like fireworks. She moaned as she sucked down my cum. I grunted as she squeezed my balls for the dregs.

Emily gasped. Frank had brought her to orgasm. As he stood, I could tell her jism was hitting him as hard as it had me. He was grinning foolishly. It looked heart-warmingly incongruous on him. Donnie immediately stepped forward to take his place.

Marianne pushed me away and gasped at the sight of Frank's mighty swaying bough. Her eyes shone. She grasped it with both hands, stared at it worshipfully for a moment, and then pulled it into her mouth. Frank jerked, looked wildly at Mark (who just smiled and nodded), then at me, then back down at Marianne. He sighed and went with it.

Frank was all keyed up from Emily's jism; he came after just a few moments of Marianne's mouth and fists sliding up and down his big cock.

Marianne licked her lips after she was done taking his load. "Wow, Franklin, your cum is delicious."

He shrugged bashfully. "Thanks. It's just Frank."

"Okay, Frank," she said warmly, and kissed his penis on its nose.

After each one of us sucked off Emily, he would get sucked off by Marianne. She got increasingly dazed by the size and potency of our cocks, and the rich flavor of our jism.

Jack was the last one to suck off Emily, and she patted him on the head after he was done swallowing. Marianne pounced on his surprisingly burly prick with a delighted murmur. Jack being Jack, he promptly gripped her hair with both hands and began shoveling it to her.

"That's it, bitch," he grunted. "Suck it. Suck it like a good bitch. That's it."

She made surprised (and quite pleased) noises and brought him off very quickly. When he pulled his depleted cock out of her mouth, she gave him a rather stunned look. He gave her a quirky, half-apologetic smile. I wondered if Stephanie gave him that same look.

"Bend over the table, boys," said Emily. "Marianne, please lube them up."

We stripped out of our clothes. The brunette snatched up the coconut oil and gasped when she finally saw us all fully naked.

"Oh my God," she said faintly. Her cheeks burned brighter. Her eyes glimmered. "You are all so...beautiful."

We grinned like idiots.

"Okay, okay," she said, closing her eyes and shaking her head. She waved towards the table. "Assume the position, all of you."

Mark chuckled as we did so. "Ass-ume. Heh."

Donnie and Jack chuckled. Frank snorted. Marianne gave Mark a swat on the tush.

She poured out palmfuls of lube and smeared it between our cheeks. She was generous with it, and pushed her fingers up each of our assholes. My ass knew what was coming; it softened and sucked on her digits, readying itself. She squeezed and played with our butts as she fingered them.

"Oh, Lordy me," she crooned. "You all have such cute, sexy asses."

Emily followed her and rubbed her own cum onto each anus. We all squirmed at the contact. It was electric. When her fingers slid in, they carried a massive charge of emergent lust. We couldn't help moaning. Our holes bloomed open for her.

"You're ready," she said quietly. "All of you."

She stepped up behind Donnie, who happened to be at the end of the line. She fitted her bulb between his cheeks. After a moment of pressure, it popped through and her shaft slowly followed.

His eyes fluttered shut. "Ohh..."

Emily put her hands high on his waist and held him tight as she entered him. Her eyes shut and her lips parted.

"Donnie," she breathed.

"Yeah, Emily," he moaned. "Yeah."

She moved in and out with long, careful strokes. She let him have it all, from balls to tip.

I was masturbating again, watching this with one arm on the tabletop maintaining my bent-over posture. All the boys were doing likewise.

And we weren't the only ones. Marianne had shed her bra and panties and stood next to an equally naked Emily, masturbating as she also watched. Her mouth hung slack, like Emily's. She was running a hand over Donnie's triangular, musclebound back while her other hand rubbed away between her legs. Her eyes were locked on Emily's moving prick.

"Oh wow," she whispered. "You're opening him up so wide."

She ran her fingers over the bumps of his spine and then slid underneath to grasp his erection.

"Oh, I have to feel that," she said.

Marianne slipped under Donnie and wedged herself between him and the table. He jerked a little in surprise. She bent over with her back to him and put her palms on the table between his.

She scooted her rump backwards until his prong found her vaginal entrance. They both made little noises, hers happy, Donnie's startled. She pushed back and seated him deeply.

"Oh," Donnie groaned. "What...?"

"Just hold still, Donnie," Marianne panted through a big grin. "We'll do all the fucking."

A month ago, I couldn't have imagined hearing a girl say something like that, never mind saying it so heartily. She rocked back and forth on his post as Emily rocked in and out of his asshole. Donnie twitched and shuddered in place. One of his hands crept under Marianne and groped her breasts. His face twisted into a mask of agonized joy. I couldn't have imagined that a month ago, either; Donnie used to be the most habitually morose of us all.

This lovely tripling only lasted moments. Emily hugged him from behind as she climaxed; she pushed all the way into him and shuddered as her hips jerked and her big bum shook. That set him off. He came inside Marianne with a choking sound, and Marianne came under him.

Sandwiched between their bodies, Donnie bucked. Emily rode him through it. She licked the nape of his neck and covered it with soothing kisses.

Then she pulled out and both she and Marianne moved down the line.

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Jack was next, then Mark. Mark had the presence of mind to put the quilt and pillows on the table so Marianne could lay down on them. He pulled her hips to the edge of the table and entered her. He planted his feet widely and bent over, letting her take his weight and giving Emily a clear path. Marianne kissed him and clutched him with her arms and legs as Emily penetrated him from behind.

Again, it was lovely to watch, but short-lived. They all came swiftly and passionately.

Frank was next. He grabbed the quilt and hauled Marianne bodily over in front of him. She giggled excitedly and lifted her legs for him. She moaned as he took the plunge. Emily embraced him from behind and pinched his nipples as she slid into him. He groaned like a bear.

I was the last. The boys all clustered around us as I shoved into Marianne's hot sloppy cunt and Emily shoved into mine. Like the others, I just held still and let the girls slam their hips into me.

"Aw God," I grunted through clenched teeth. "Aw Jesus."

The boys all jacked off on us as they watched. Cum flew, and all three of us wound up covered in all that hot, sweet-smelling stuff. Marianne came under me and Emily came in me with a series of percussive little grunts. A distant part of me was glad the radio was so loud. When I came, I opened my mouth to groan and cum landed in there, too.

"Yeah," breathed Jack. "Three cum-covered bitches. So sexy."

There were murmurs of agreement. I was bemused to realize my friends thought of me as a sex object. It made sense. I thought the same of them, but usually only after we were all naked and well into it.

After we separated, Marianne slid to her knees and sucked Emily's cock long and lovingly.

"Okay," said Emily breathlessly. "Back up against the table, all of you. We have time for one more round...if we rush."

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We rushed. And we did manage to finish and clean up in time for our next classes. Mark and I kissed our respective girlfriends goodbye and dashed off in opposite directions.

It was truly weird how much I enjoyed school when I was sailing on the J. My brain was firing on more cylinders than I knew I possessed. Every question from every teacher had me engrossed and engaged. I was answering and elaborating and making connections. In a word, I was interested.

I learned something in school that day, and it had nothing to do with the curriculum: being interested automatically makes you interesting. People were listening to me, noticing me, trading looks that said who is this guy and what did he do with Bobby H?

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The only real letdown that great day came later in the evening when we all arrived at Tin Pan Allie's and no one was there.

We were early. Due to my current state of unemployment, I didn't have to finish my shift before heading over state lines. I had brought Emily in my car and Mark had brought everyone else in the Beast. At first, we thought we had just gotten there before everyone else. Then we saw the note tacked to the back door.

"Well, shoot," Emily said. "Looks like Tally Whacker had to cancel again."

"And no replacements this time," I sighed.

We had all expected another great night out. Mark had brought Marianne along. She, of course, had commandeered the Beast's front passenger seat while the rest of the boys crammed themselves in the back.

A small two-door Plymouth Valiant trundled around the corner. Professor Wexler waved to us from the driver-side window.

"Hallo the AV club," he called out. He tipped his tweedy flat cap. "And ladies."

He parked and hopped out. A round of handshakes and hellos followed. He decorously kissed Emily and Marianne's hands. Marianne blushed and looked a little foolish.

"Bad news, I'm afraid, Harold," Emily said. She told him about the cancellation.

"Oh dear," he said mildly. "I've been looking forward to Tally's company for weeks."

I admired his composure. My friends and I had been cursing and scuffing our shoes on the asphalt.

"We've only ever seen her in magazines," Frank said gravely. "But we consider ourselves fans."

"As you should," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "She's an absolutely splendid girl. I have met her twice before, and both occasions ended with a most satisfactory private session." He beamed.

Emily gave him a you sly ol' dog smile. Marianne looked confused. Mark whispered something in her ear. Then she looked fascinated, and a little wide-eyed.

Harold cleared his throat. "Do you have any...other plans for this evening?"

I shrugged. "Just this. We didn't really have a back-up."

"Denny's," said Marianne firmly. She smiled at Harold and a glimmer of that sexy bad-girl energy shone through. "You're welcome to join us, Professor Wexler."

"Ah." A slow, appreciative smile curled his lips. A wave of pure silver-fox power rolled out with it. Marianne's cheeks went pink, and Emily's breath caught. His sexuality was contagious; I found my dick getting hard, too. "That sounds lovely, but I did have something else in mind."

He looked at Emily and me. "May we speak privately?"

"Sure," Emily said before I could say anything.

We stepped aside and Harold leaned in confidentially. "In the absence of Tally Whacker...may I make an alternate proposal?"

Emily and I traded looks.

"You're talking about," I said, "a, um, private session...with Emily...instead?"

"I have a suite booked at a four-star hotel nearby," he said.

"I'm okay with it if Bobby is," Emily said quickly.

I opened my mouth. Now just a minute was all cued up to go.

"Sure," I said instead.

Oh, I thought dizzily. I Guess we're doing this.

Emily gave my hand a grateful squeeze. I was glad for that. I suddenly felt like I was riding a rollercoaster and it helped settle me.