Future of Porn

PART ONE

Even when I was 18 I was fascinated by the amazing power and attention received by wearing a top with no bra. The first time it happened was quite a shock for me.

We were camping in the mountains with the Terry family who had been friends for years, on the banks of a quiet river. The last time we had done this was 2 years prior, and in the intervening years I had changed from adolescent teenager, into teenager with considerably more shape to me. We all arrived pretty late after the long drive, and rushed about unloading cars full of tents and bags, removing bikes and canoes from roof racks, and generally making the camp comfortable for the next 5 days stay.

I remember everyone was pretty tired, myself and younger sister, the two young Terry sons, as well as our two mums hit the tents early, but my Dad and Uncle Shaun, as I called him at the time, stayed up drinking beers, and generally catching up. I lay in my tent tossing and turning. I have always been the sort that struggles to sleep with any outside noise, or light sources. Needless to say an early night turned into a late one for me. Eventually my dad and Uncle Shaun headed to bed at midnight.

The next morning my mom stuck her head in the tent to ask if I wanted to go canoeing.

” Its 6am mom!”

“Fine. See you later. Uncle Shaun’s still asleep”.

My dad had a cast iron constitution and was up and in the canoe raring to go .I dosed off, but awoke an hour later with the sun streaming into the tent. I decided coffee was on the agenda. I threw on a little white lacy top with some denim shorts, and climbed out to a gloriously sunny, although still pretty chilly morning.

The coffee pot was on the gas, and just needed a bit of heating up. Nothing like coffee when you’re camping. I think I was sitting leaning forward on the log by the fire pit, letting the sun soak into my back. The sound of a tent zipper bought me back from my daydreams as Uncle Shaun emerged from his canvas cave.

“Up for coffee?” I asked as he plonked himself on the log opposite me.

“You know it!” I got up and grabbed a mug, bent over and poured from the pot. “Milk and sugar?” I asked looking up. “Uurrmm, no milk one sugar”, he stuttered looking away, but I had seen. I stayed were I was and added the sugar, stirring it in. I looked down at myself. The top I was wearing was sitting pretty low and with me bending over was showing a hell of a lot of cleavage and more. On top of that the fact that the cold air had my nipples standing out like bullets, and it was quite a lot to see.

Even when I was that young I had really big nipples. When I get really turned on now days they stand out about 20 mm.

I handed him his coffee and took my seat back on the log. I thought of putting my arm over my chest, but thought this would show I’d seen, and make it really embarrassing. Besides, as I sat there I actually quite liked the idea that my dad’s friend, who must have been about 40 was staring at my tits. I’d had boys at school and on the beach checking me out, but this was different. This was making me quite excited. He drank his coffee in silence, and then said he thought he would go to the river for a swim.

“I’ll come with”, I said. A sudden rush of excitement at the idea of teasing my dad’s friend making me almost giddy.

“Ummm, sure, I was going to go to the rocks.”

“Great, good for tanning. I’ll get my stuff.”

Back in the tent I had two costumes. A full black one for swimming, canoeing and so on. And then a cream coloured, crocheted bikini, I bought for the beach. From the looks the guys at the beach gave me I new it was pretty damn sexy. So it had to be that one. I wrapped a towel around myself and met Uncle Shaun outside.

We followed the 5-minute trail along the river to the rocks. We chatted as we always had and it was just like old Uncle Shaun, at least until we got to the rocks. To get to them you need to swim/wade to the other side holding your dry stuff above your head. We both had just a towel to keep dry and I made sure I was standing in front of him when I took mine off. I don’t know if he expected a full costume, but to his credit he didn’t seem to show too much attention.

We waded into the river and god was the water cold. Even before we got waist deep I could feel my nipples growing. Only in the middle was it really deep enough to have to swim and that was only about 6 strokes. Then you waded out onto the rocks on the other side. Uncle Shaun was ahead of me and turned to help me onto the rocks, but his eyes were fixed lower than my face. The cold water had worked it’s magic and so had the bikini. I acted as if I hadn’t noticed him looking and put my towel down, and lay out in the sun on my back closing my eyes under my sunglasses to allow him time to look without fear of capture. I was probably hornier than I’d ever been.

I remember earlier that year I’d been to a party, and had a joint and a few beers and got pretty horny from it. I ended up getting finger fucked by two different guys in the space of half an hour, but that was more to do with the beer and dope than being really horny.

But this displaying myself to a much older guy was the most exciting thing I had done and I could feel it in between my legs. After allowing him time to look and with the sun undoing the cold waters good work I sat up and we chatted about this and that for a while. After an hour or so he said that the others would probably be back soon, and he was going to start brunch.

“I think I’ll stay and work on my tan”.

He said sure thing and started to wade across the river. As he got to the middle I reached behind my neck and undid the string holding the top up. ” Shaun. Can you get my mum to keep me some stuff to eat.”

“Sure”, he said turning around. I had my straps loose and was holding the top in place with my arm haphazardly over my boobs. I’d seen girls on the beach do this and knew it looked really sexy. He sure seemed to think so as he had staled in that position, before spinning and heading to the shore.

It was the first time I had called him just Shaun and I remember knowing that it was a major change in the dynamics of our relationship. Almost a power shift.

I lay back and pulled my top aside. I had only ever tanned topless with girlfriends at home in the garden, so this was adding to my sense of extreme horniness. That and the fact that the path back to the camp followed the river and I knew he would be able to watch me topless as he walked back. I closed my eyes and imagined him watching, maybe even stopping behind a tree to watch me. It was the best I could do to stop myself from rubbing my pussy through my bikini bottoms.

I don’t know if he did stop, but that night when we went to bed, my tent was quite close to Shaun and his wife, and at about 1am I heard them fucking. They were trying hard to be quite, Emily even throwing in the occasional “schhh”, but at night in a still valley, the steady rhythm of them fucking was hard to hide. I lay there knowing full well he wasn’t fucking Emily it was actually me he was fucking, out on the rocks.

The rest of the holiday passed as others before. Relaxing, eating, drinking, laughing and more relaxing .The only difference was my few opportunities to tease Shaun when the chance arose. Coffee time in the morning was good, as I made it my job to serve coffee to everyone. I’d choose my morning tops carefully not to show my nipples through the material, but loose enough to show most of my tits if I bent over the right way. Of course Emily and my folks got served by the demure 18-year-old daughter, and Shaun by the demure 18 year old, bending at the waist to add sugar. Slowly stirring it in as he sat on his now favourite log in front of me trying to not let on as to what he could see.

I’ve often wondered if he thought I was being deliberate or just naive. I’ve got a feeling he knew I was doing it on purpose and by the way he fucked Emily every night of the stay I think he really enjoyed morning coffee.

PART TWO I’m 29 now. As I’ve got older I’ve used the lesson of ‘Uncle Shaun’, in various walks of life. From the fun of girls nights out, to the serious business of job interviews. The right sort of top can make them all work better.

This summer I went to Amsterdam with Mike, my husband. It was a four-day trip and he had scrutinized my packing. No bras allowed, and only small revealing tops, mainly in colour white, and a couple of really skimpy dresses and boots.

The weather was good and with days spent sightseeing and visiting museums, and night out walking the town, going to bars and clubs, it was a busy four days.

Our second night there I was in boots, denim skirt and a white halter neck top. Not massively revealing, but terribly see-through, made of a tight fitting material that offers absolutely no support. My tits aren’t huge, but without a bra they bounce beautifully. We had a few beers at a bar on one of the canals, Mike sending me to the bar each time so he could watch the men’s reaction as I walked past. The guys that looked tried to do so casually, but the barman made no attempt not to check me out, as he poured the beers.

I stood there thinking how Shaun had to pretend not to look, and here was this barman of about 19 staring with no regard to my reaction. I didn’t give a damn really, a young guy staring at your tits is a great feeling for a girl of nearly 30.

It had got dark by about the 4th beer, and we wanted to walk Amsterdam’s famous Red Light District. Being a Friday, it was really busy with all sorts of groups wandering the narrow streets and canals. Tour groups, backpackers, locals, and large groups of guys wandering in packs, from red window to red window. Some glancing sideways at the girls inside. Others stopping and egging on one of their group. Probably a groom to be, or soon to be 21year old, to try the wares. If you’ve never been to Amsterdam you’d be surprised by how hot some of the girls are.

As we made our way out I was getting plenty of attention of my own with large groups of guys openly ogling me as we walked past, just as if I was one of the whores in the window that they could pay E50 to, for a suck and a fuck. All sense of subtleness evaporated , as we approached guys they would point and shake the shoulders of friends to watch me walk past. I made an effort to walk in such a way that my tits bounced, whilst looking straight at them with a smile on my lips. Mike was really enjoying the looks I was getting, and pointed out that the cold night air was making my nipples really start to stick out badly.

We’d said that we would have to do a live sex show in Amsterdam so went to a place called Casa Rosso. Some of you might know it. E60 gets you in with your choice of 4 drinks. Full sex on stage. Stay as long as you like. It wasn’t exactly what I expected. I thought it would be a dimly lit place with tables and chairs around a stage, but it’s actually like a small cinema with a stage. There were actually a lot more girls in the audience than I expected. Probably almost a third. We were directed downstairs to the very front row. On stage a muscular guy was been given a blowjob by a hot blonde with obviously fake boobs. There was something terribly jaded about the performance, and not very erotic at all.

Up until then I had been involved with the show, but as my attention started to drift, I noticed the young girl and guy on my right in the 2 corner seats next to ours. I looked sideways and in the dim light noticed she had one leg up on the seat, and her skirt was gathered up on her thighs, while her boyfriend fingered her like mad. You could see she was really getting off on it. I lent over and got Mikes attention and then leant right back so he could see. By now her skirt was right up, and I realized that this is what she wanted. The fact that we had sat next to them, and not the sex on stage was the reason they were doing it so openly. With that I made no attempt to look casually, and openly watched him sticking his fingers in and out of her.

It was almost surreal. Sitting in a comfy chair drinking Jack Daniels, while people are fucking like animals no more than 2 metres from you, and in the seat next to you is a girl, maybe 21 being fingered (actually almost fisted by now as he had is hole hand in her pussy) in full view of us. They carried on for almost 15 minutes before suddenly standing to leave. They had to squeeze past facing us to get out, and I made sure I looked her in the face as she moved past, never taking my eyes off her as I rubbed my nipples though my top for them, to see the effect they had had on me. She smiled, and he just looked straight at my nipples. The show itself rotated every hour and a half, and since our young friends had left it had lost its appeal so we finished our drinks and headed out.

We headed back to the hotel, as I was desperate to get my brains fucked out. We left the TV and sidelight on, with the curtain open so anyone in the hotel across from ours could watch. It’s was the best session we had had since I’d let a young barman first get off with me, and then given a blowjob to, in a hotel garden, in payment for a couple of bottles of expensive champagne to take with us to our room at the end of a drunken wedding a few years ago.

The next day was museum day, and I wore black shorts and a little red button down top with no sleeves, that tied around my midriff. Great for places like museums where you’re walking around and looking at art work, as from the side if I lifted my arm you can see the whole side of my tit and the edge of my nipple. I also only did two buttons on the front. I’d learnt from making coffee for Uncle Shaun that shirts like this look perfectly respectable until you position yourself in such a way as to show it all off.

Plenty of men got to see as much as he did those mornings. I would see someone cute or with a girlfriend, and would lean in front of them to look at something, then turn to apologise, more often than not catching them looking down the side, or front of my top. Mike would walk behind and get hard, watching me using my exhibitionist skills.

We had lunch at a canal side restaurant and Mike was really horny and wanted to know the plans for the evening. First, what I was going to wear, and second what we were going to do.

The outfit was easy as it was the last night and I had saved the best till last. A white silk dress, black hold-up stockings and boots and a small black denim jacket. The dress was shortish, but not to bad, sort of mid thigh, but with almost no back, just 2 silk straps, and a front dropping 3 inches below my boobs with a silk strap in the middle of my cleavage tightened with a silver clip. With the clip tight the dress was revealing. From the top and certain acute angles from the side with no help from me there was plenty to look at. If though the clip was looser suddenly it gapped considerably in the front to the point that at a certain point you may as well have been wearing a silk scarf around your neck.

As regards what to do, it would be hard to beat the night before. I still had the young couple from the show in my head.

” How about we pretend we don’t know each other. I’ll walk about a bit and then go to a bar and see if I can get picked up and you can watch!”

Mike had always been into watching. “Your serious?”

“Sure, don’t you want to?”

“Off course if you don’t mind. It’ll make me super horny. How far will you go if you get picked up?”

“We’ll see. How far would you let me?”

“Mmph. Probably if you wanted, let you fuck someone.”

“We’ll see how it goes and who tries to pick me up. Don’t know about the fucking bit though. So you pretend not to know me, and sit at a table near me and watch the show. Oh, and bring the camcorder to tape it for later!”

After a few beers and food it was time to get ready. I was quite nervous. It was one thing to show off a bit, quite another to interact with the guys your being the exhibitionist for, especially in an outfit like that.

We caught the tram to Leidse Plein, a tourist orientated area with lots of huge bars with outside tables. As we got off the tram I gave Mike no warning and headed off without a word. I turned to see him following, and began the show by undoing the jacket to reveal the plunging front of the dress to people passing in the other direction. The game had begun.

I picked the first big bar, with quite a few free tables and more importantly lots of single guys at the occupied tables. I went into the bar first and while standing at the bar waiting to be served, Mike stood next to me and totally ignored me. It was a real turn on playing like this. As the barman came I leaned up on my tiptoes across the bar to make myself heard over the din (and of course to let the dress hang open for him.) Mike was loving it. I could see him in the mirror and he and the barman gave each other knowing smiles. He could now look at me like anyone else and not scare anyone off by being with me. He was just another guy enjoying my brazenness.

I headed outside and chose a table with a few tables of single guys and older men around me. Wasn’t sure what I was looking for, but I felt like a young inexperienced guy I could play with. Maybe 19 or 20. I sat down with the jacket on and looked around. Mike moved past me, and sat at the table next to mine, facing slightly away from me. Nothing like getting close to the action I thought, he’ll even be able to hear what we say. He stuck the video on the table and pretended to be checking the tape as he faced it straight at me. Now all he had to do was use the remote when he needed to start taping. He then took out a guidebook and pretended to read, though I knew there was too much blood in his cock at that moment for his brain to recognise words.

I decided that rather than wait to see who picked me up, I’d pick someone, make the first move, and that way get who I wanted. Sitting directly opposite me were 2 young guys and who weren’t bad looking. I’d seen them looking at me and had smiled back. Tonight would be their lucky night.

I leaned across the table towards them. “Excuse me do you have the time please?”

“8.10″

Dutch accents. “Really. I was supposed to meet someone here at 7.30. Thanks”

Mike was sticking stoically to his guidebook. I had broken the ice and waited a few minutes before asking one of them for a cigarette. I don’t really smoke, but it’s great for this situation. He came around his table and offered me one. I took it and mad sure to lean forward as he lit it. I looked up to thank him and could see it wasn’t just my smoke that had lit up.

“I’m Jenny, do you want to join me. It looks like I’ve been stood up. All dressed up for nothing hey?”

He smiled. “Sure. I’m Jacque and this is Stefan”, as the other guy made his way around the table. The situation was perfect as they sat on the side facing the camera, and on top of it the bar had just lit the heaters under the umbrellas, which would give me the perfect opportunity to take off my jacket.

Stefan offered another beer and I asked for a Grolsch. Jacque and I chatted and I found out they were students aged 19 and 20. Unbelievable. Exactly what I had in mind though I was thinking of one at 19, or one at 20, not both.

As Stefan returned I remarked how well the heaters worked and slid my jacket off. I could see them both taking the dress in. With the jacket on it’s really sexy. Off, you realize just how little there is to it. I could tell they were more than happy to buy a few beers to get to sit with me. I crossed my legs and the next part of the outfit revealed itself as the silk dress slipped down my stocking to stop on the lacy tops. I paid no attention as Jacque looked down, and his eyes roamed up and down. I hoped Mike was getting all this on video. He had put the book down, and was drinking a beer, sitting slightly side on to be able to see what was happening without, looking straight at us.

“Justified? I’ll tell you who’s justified—me! Those crazy bitches of hers tied me down and jerked me off in front of hundreds of people! Then they kicked me in the balls and threw me out on the street!”

“Mr. Hernandez,” the judge interrupted. “You will cease to use such language in this court. Do you understand?”

“Yeah,” he replied, in a monotone voice.

Stephan paused to collect his thoughts. I could tell that he was disturbed by the intense hatred the little man felt toward me.

“You bleed too much Mr. Hernandez. Considering you were taking part in the experiment under false pretenses to begin with, I would say you got off rather easy.”

“That’s what you say man. But you weren’t there.”

Luis shifted his position in the chair so that he was now sitting up straight, one leg tucked under the other. He began to look more and more like some frustrated animal as he eyes darted back and forth between Stephan and me.

“Why did you feel the need to crash Bonnie Olmstead’s party? You had already stolen the drug from the Clinic. Why take the risk?”

“Why do you think a man returns to the scene of the crime?” he said. “I was curious.”

“You had no intentions of hurting Dr. Swensen?”

“No, man, too many people around. I just wanted to have a good time at Olmstead’s expense and maybe cause a little trouble.”

“It seems you did just that. But you were discovered weren’t you?”

“Yeah,” he said, his face growing dark. “And this…this woman,” he said pointing to me, “she and her friends put me through hell all over again.”

“Mr. Olmstead told everybody that he had hired you to commit the robbery, didn’t he?”

“That stupid gringo. He opened up his big mouth because he was afraid of his wife.”

“And what happened after that?”

“His wife forced me to have sex with him and some midget, and then she shot me and the little man out of a cannon! Can you imagine that? Shooting me out of a cannon?” He glared at Bonnie. “And don’t think I have forgotten, you crazy bitch!”

“Watch your language Mr. Hernandez,” the judge warned. “If you continue this way I’ll have you removed.”

Bonnie gave Luis her best ‘fuck you’ face and chuckled.

“You were trespassing on their property Mr. Hernandez. You’re lucky you weren’t shot.”

Luis grunted and looked out toward the audience. He began moving his right leg back and forth quickly, in a restless motion.

“Did you have any hand in burning down the Clinic?” Stephan asked.

“Objection your honor!” Gustafson broke in. “The question has no relevance to the present case.”

“It’s a proven fact that Mr. Hernandez has ties to the local drug gangs in this city, your honor,” Stephan said. “These gangs have been implicated as possible suspects. I think it’s a reasonable question.”

“Objection overruled,” the judge said. “Please answer the question Mr. Hernandez.”

Luis took his time answering, but when he did he looked Stephan in the eye and smiled faintly.

“No,” he said.

“Do you know who might have done it?”

“I don’t know, maybe a rival gang.”

“What rival gang?”

“I don’t know man. There’s lot of gangs around. Could be any one of them.”

“But your cozy little group is the most powerful gang in town. Nothing escapes your notice I’m sure. Who did it Mr. Hernandez? Was it you?”

Luis said nothing.

“Was it you?” repeated Stephan, more forcefully this time.

The little man looked right past him and extended his upper body toward me. I noticed a discernible change in his overall attitude as if something within him was quietly exacerbating his more hostile and aggressive tendencies.

“Does it hurt you senorita? Does it hurt you to lose your little Clinic? I hope so. I hope that you, and all these stupid doctor friends of yours, are made to look like fools before the whole world. You degraded me, you humiliated me, and I am glad that your precious Clinic has been destroyed. I hope you and your drug both end up in hell!”

I was not prepared for his violent outburst, which the vengeful creature had felt compelled to bestow upon me. For a few moments I just sat there looking at him feeling a growing numbness in my limbs.

“That’s enough Mr. Hernandez!” the judge said angrily. “You will confine your comments to myself or to the counselors and act accordingly!”

Luis sneered at the judge. “I am tired of playing this game, man.”

“You will act accordingly Mr. Hernandez!” the judge threatened again.

It was then that something within the little, downtrodden man snapped. With fists clenched and his eyes burning with a demonic glow, he turned on the judge.

“Look who’s talking about acting accordingly? You call yourself a judge, but you are no judge. The only reason you are here is because that asshole Olmstead paid somebody off to put you in that seat!”

Judge Carlsdotter’ face turned completely white.

“That’s enough! I will have you removed if you utter another word!”

“Remove me, I don’t care. I have nothing to lose.”

“I’ll have you put in jail!”

“You’re the one who should be in jail!” Luis screeched at the top of his lungs.

The little man had gone berserk. I didn’t know what else could explain such a remarkable shift in temperament in so short a time.

“What the hell are you talking about Mr. Hernandez?” Gustafson suddenly broke in.

Luis looked at the man as if he were a piece of refuse.

“You know what I’m talking about you arrogant bastard. You and all these other men in here like you. You are all guilty.”

“Guilty of what?” Stephan asked.

“Not you,” Luis replied. “These others.”

He then began to indicate which men he was referring to by pointing out each one in turn. Starting with Judge Carlsdotter, he then singled out Lt. Endland, Sgt. Richter, Gustafson, Gustafson’s associate, and several other prominent law enforcement officials.

“What are they guilty of?” Stephan asked impatiently.

Lt. Endland suddenly stood up. “Watch what you say Luis.”

“What’s going on here?” Stephan asked looking from man to man. “Somebody care to tell me?”

“They are afraid to speak up Mr. Counselor because they are trying to protect themselves.” Luis got up from his seat and waved an accusatory finger at Philip. “You know what I’m talking about don’t you, you asshole?”

Philip stared at the man in the brown suit but said nothing.

“He is responsible Mr. Counselor; this pathetic excuse of a man who cannot even keep his whore of a wife under control. What do you think happened to all those missing tablets of EJAX-472? Do you think the police threw them all down the toilet? Do you think they do that with cocaine or crack?”

“We cut you a deal Luis,” Endland said coldly. “Say another word and all bets are off.”

“Fuck you and your deal,” Luis spat. “I don’t need your fucking deal!”

“Why are you doing this Hernandez?” Richter said, angrily. “Why did you have to open your big mouth?”

“Because you are just like me. You are all scum.”

The judge had heard enough. “Bailiff! Have this man taken out!”

The bailiff and two other officers—one of them female—rushed Luis and with much difficulty pinned him to the floor. The woman officer managed to deliver several sharp kicks to Luis’ balls until she and the other officer were temporarily forced aside by the crazed man’s incessant thrashing. Endland and Richter moved in to take over.

“Give him to me!” Endland said, reaching for the squirming man.

Luis put up quite a fight, and although there were now five officers grappling with him, they were hard pressed to subdue the wild little man. He kicked two of the officers in the shins, causing them to release their hold on him as they cried out in pain. He then punched the bailiff in the eye, sending him reeling forward into the bench. Only Endland and Richter managed to maintain their hold on him but even they were finding it hard to avoid his ever-flailing arms and hands.

“It’s the judge!” Luis exclaimed as he struggled to break free of their grasp. “The cops too! They all have EJAX-472 inside of them!”

“Shut up you little runt or I’ll break your god-damned neck!” Endland screamed.

“Let go of him now!” Stephan shouted to the two struggling officers as he tried unsuccessfully to tear them apart.

“Stay out of this Counselor,” the judge said, rising from his seat. “Officers!”

Two more court officers suddenly came running up the aisle to help bring Luis under control, but just as they arrived, the little man broke free of his captors and jumped over the railing behind the witness stand, perching himself on a raised platform just behind the bench. The startled judge stepped back, his face aghast.

“Get the son of a bitch down from there!” he ordered.

Gustafson was cowering behind the far end of the bench, his face showing signs of extreme duress. His associate, a small wisp of a man, was crouching behind him.

Stephan was pushed backward during the melee, his head impacting upon the edge of the table as he fell. All of us came rushing to his aid, but thankfully his injuries were minor.

“What the hell is happening to everybody?” he said, as a thin rivulet of blood trickled down from his forehead. “Have they all gone insane?”

I looked out into the audience and saw that some of the people were heading out the doors, but the more curious remained, eager to see how the fiasco was going to end. Everyone was standing now, some people were laughing, and others just looked on in silent horror at the strange courtroom antics taking place.

Luis was now safely ensconced high up in the window alcove that rested above the raised platform. Because his body was thin and wiry, he had little difficulty negotiating the awkward climb, effectively putting him out of the reach of his pursuers. He laughed at the officers’ attempts to climb up after him, cajoling them and spitting upon them as they unsuccessfully tried to breach the distance from the floor to the window ledge. His face looked positively demonic as he began to curse them in both Spanish and English, not neglecting to send a barrage of verbal filth our way in the process. Somebody suggested a ladder be used to retrieve him.

“Go ahead you mother fuckers!” Luis shrieked at the officers below. “Go get a fucking ladder. And when you get up to the top I’m going to jump out the fucking window!”

“Will somebody get that asshole down from there?” said the bailiff, still holding a hand over his injured eye.

One of the officers ran out the rear door while the other men tried to talk Luis into coming down. He would have nothing to do with it.

“No fucking way you stupid gringos!” he said, looking down up them with fury in his eyes. “If I have to go to hell then I’m taking all of you with me!”

“What in God’s name is he talking about?” Bonnie asked.

“Didn’t you hear him?” Stephan replied, as we helped him to his feet. “The judge, Endland, Richter…all the cops have been taking EJAX-472. You can thank your husband for that.”

Philip cursed under his breath. “It wasn’t all my fault. Some of the drug was stolen from the Clinic when they made the raid.”

“How do you know that?” I asked.

“I know because Endland himself told me,” he replied. “They confiscated every ounce of it and they kept most of it for themselves.”

“Do you know if they have actually taken the drug?”

“Are you kidding Christiana?” he replied, mocking my naiveté. “I’d say most of them have got about two weeks’ worth of your shit in their bodies right now.”

“I could kill you, Philip,” Bonnie said icily.

Rebecca and I looked at each other and shook our heads. I had been noticing subtle shifts in the men’s attitudes over the course of the hearing and I wondered why so many of them looked like their minds were often elsewhere. Little did I know until now that the drug’s side effects were beginning to manifest themselves, seemingly all at once, in direct proportion to the rising tension level in the courtroom.

“We’ve got a problem here Chris,” Rebecca said. “Take a good look at these guys. They’re on an adrenalin rush.”

It was true. I noticed that some of the officers were starting to move away from Luis, choosing to sit down and wait for the ladder to be brought in. One man kept rubbing his hands in a downward motion over his legs in the direction of his penis—a telltale sign. Endland, Richter, and the other men who had tried to bring Luis under control were breathing heavily, their faces showing signs of exhaustion. All of them were reaching down toward their genitals as the frenetic production of sperm was now taking place, and which would soon have them under its powerful influence. Meanwhile, Gustafson and his associate had resumed their seats at the table, but they were both clearly unsettled by the whole ordeal. Gustafson, in particular, seemed to be in a very fidgety mood.

My colleagues had made an attempt to approach me, but I waved them off, warning them of what was now about to take place. Barney and the other men looked on with trepidation, anticipating the event and knowing only too well what they, themselves, had felt and experienced not very long ago.

“I wish I had time to make more of the vaccine,” I said with regret. “I would be able to help these men right now.”

“Why sis?” Bonnie said. “What’s going to happen?”

From far in the back of the courtroom a woman screamed. This was followed by more screaming and shouts of dismay.

“Look Chris!” Rebecca said, tapping my arm hard.

I had been looking the wrong way. The source of the commotion was standing about thirty feet in front of me, high above the judge’s bench.

Luis had undone his pants and had let them fall to his ankles. His underwear, now fully exposed, was quite inadequate to contain the massive cock—much more massive than I had remembered—whose upper half was sticking out in full display. With one motion he brought the underwear down and stood up, his cock bouncing up and down in a momentary show of muscular contraction, until it finally came to rest at a steep angle in front of him. From my vantage point I could not tell exactly how long his penis was, but it appeared to be an amazing two feet in length, its generous girth resting upon two massive grapefruit-sized orbs that hung at least a foot below the towering pillar of flesh. It brought a chorus of astonished comments from the crowd.

“Jesus,” Rebecca exclaimed. “Do you see this Chris?”

“I see it,” I replied, completely taken aback. “But I can’t believe it.”

“The little fucker’s even bigger than Craig!”

Despite my previous warnings, Michelle, Sheila, and Jennifer came running up toward us with Lynette and Maria following closely behind. The judge saw them but said nothing. All his concentration was now focused upon the crazed individual on the window ledge and the odd sensations he was beginning to experience in his lower body. Even as he stood behind the bench looking up at Luis, his hands were busy underneath his frock, his motions causing the robe to puff out in front of him several feet.

“I think this whole place is going to implode,” I said to Michelle who was staring at Luis with her mouth open.

“This if fucking wild,” she said, her eyes fixed on the outrageous sight above her. “Does anybody have a camera?”

She meant it as a joke but Maria surprised her by pulling out a pocket camera from her purse.

“Make sure you get the money shot,” she laughed as she hand the camera over to Michelle.

Jennifer was completely titillated by the sight of the enormous prick that was now being stoked hand over fist and hanging above our heads like a mini drawbridge.

“Notice doctors,” she began enthusiastically, “that the scrotum is hanging much lower than anything we have previously seen. I would argue that this is due to an enormously exaggerated sperm count.”

“More like an unprecedented sperm count,” Sheila said.

“God, that damn thing is fucking huge!” Lynette remarked. “A fucking huge horse cock!”

By now Luis’ hand was moving along at a leisurely pace as it traversed the long distance between base to crown. He stood with his legs wide apart and knees slightly bent, a fiercely determined expression on his face.

“I want all of you to know what I think of you!” he said, with mocking laughter.

Stephan’s reaction to all of this was one of utter amusement.

“So this is why everyone wants to get their hands on your drug?” he said to me. “Now I understand everything!”

Sergeant Richter suddenly fell to floor and began crawling down the aisle on all fours, much to the astonishment of Endland and the rest of us.

“What the fuck are you doing Will?” shouted Endland after him.

The fallen man didn’t respond, he simply rolled over onto his back and frantically struggled to remove his pants as if they had suddenly become too confining. He was not far from where Cheryl and Craig were sitting, and upon seeing his condition my assistant gave a startled cry.

“Oh my God!” she said, grabbing Craig’s arm.

Rising up from between the legs of the stricken man, like a huge kielbasa stood on its end, was an impossibly long phallus, even longer than the two-foot aberration that was now being brought to orgasm above our heads. Richter’s hand could barely circumnavigate the distance around its incredible girth, which seemed to pulse with a life of its own.

“It’s a fucking epidemic!” Rebecca said, watching Richter’s hands furiously stroke his huge pole.

“Why are these guys jerking off like this?” Bonnie exclaimed.

Sheila looked puzzled. “It looks like some kind of sympathetic response to me.”

I knew better. “No it isn’t. They most likely all began taking the drug at around the same time. Isn’t that right Philip?”

He looked at me sheepishly. “Yeah, that’s right.”

“Of course,” Bonnie said. “You gave all these men the drug on the same day, and that’s when they started taking it.”

“And now,” I said, “the stress levels they are all experiencing have triggered the involuntary ejaculation response. Amazing.”

Even as I finished my sentence, one of the schoolgirls who had not been chaperoned, suddenly let out a squeal.

“Oh, look Chris!” Michelle said pointing toward the girl.

To the young woman’s right there was a youngish-looking court officer sitting on a chair jerking himself off. The people who had been sitting near him quickly fled the area but the girl only backed off a little, curiously watching him. Two of her counterparts crept us slowly behind the masturbating man and stood on either side of him, giggling at the funny sight. His penis seemed fairly normal to me, and I had to wonder if this wasn’t merely an act of exhibitionism, with him taking advantage of a unique situation to manifest his fetish openly.

Some of the people in the crowd had now become so alarmed that they began to make a mass exodus out of the courtroom. The parents of the schoolgirls were the first to exit, pushing the girls ahead of them as they went. But, strangely enough, not all the girls wanted to leave. Bridget and Helga, and most of the girls who had betrayed John Cardelli, insisted on remaining, despite their parents’ orders to leave. I think they found the sight of all these men masturbating themselves without restraint, as their own teacher had done only weeks earlier, highly entertaining. Once their parents had left, they were now once again free to exhibit their true libidinous natures without having to answer for their behavior to anyone.

As I began to look around me I saw more and more men drop their pants and attack their privates with a mindless passion. Lt. Endland was the first of these to fall victim to the overpoweringly pleasurable sensations he felt creeping all over his cock and balls, releasing his immense meat stick from his shorts with a vicious tug so that he could run his hands up and down his prick with delicious abandon. There, right in front of the judge, who, himself, had to combat the drug’s irresistible stimulus, Endland stroked himself, heedless of his superior because his superior now had to confront his own failings in dealing with EJAX-472.