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There once was a newspaper vendor,
A person of dubious gender.
He would charge one-and-two
For permission to view
His remarkable double pudenda.

I know it was the alcohol that kept me in the conversation rather than leaving to return back to my dorm room. Yet it had been weeks since I have had sex, and the passion of Sheryl's beliefs rooted me to my seat on the couch. There was a long pause in the hushed conversation, when most of us looked about at the waining party but none of us tried to look at Madeline talking with some dork from her Physics 302 class.

Sheryl was flushed, and not just from the cheap booze that we all had consumed - but from her revelation as well. If not for the tequila shooters, the beer and finally the wine coolers, I am sure I would have stomped away from this conversation in disgust at the first few words of her tale.

The crazy thing is - Sheryl swore several times throughout her story, that she was no lesbian. The things she did for and with Madeline could only be classified as gay.

The revelations were over, but the three of us had nothing to say and the silence was obvious and bloated. My head spun and a small throbbing lay within my loins that embarrassed me tremendously - I tried to ignore it.

Madeline for gods sake! She was the female version of a dork, certainly not one of the in crowd. The only reason she and I were at the same party, was that it was hosted by the English faculty and everyone attended, if only to gain Brown points with instructors.

Joan stood up and without a word strode off to find her boyfriend. She of all of us had looked amused at Sheryl's tale.

Ben said something trite that I missed and then stood and quickly disappeared. She had made no illusions that she thought the story had disgusted her, making the predictable noises and comments throughout our conversation. Though, I thought vengefully, she had stayed till it was complete.

That left Sheryl and I.

Sheryl took another long drink of her beer and finally found the nerve to look at me. "I probably should not have said anything?"

No fucking kidding, Ben will make sure the rest of our peers knows that Sheryl is a lesbian. No one will care that Madeline is, we would have guessed it if we even gave it a seconds thought.

"It was the best fuck of my life Gerry!" Evidently, Sheryl had told us the same thing numerous times throughout her tale. I guessed she was trying to validate her indiscretions as well as her big mouth.

I hid behind my cooler bottle, feeling the alcohol tickle down my throat. A part of me felt numb after the revelations, and another part, a secret part felt rather intense after Sheryl's little tale and try as I may, I could not completely ignore it.

"Whatever Ben may think Gerry, I'm not a lesbian." I looked into her eyes, for the first time since the first words of her tale, and saw her seriousness beneath the bloodshot alcohol. "I don't even think Madeline is."

I could not help myself, "Your joking?"

Sheryl looked relieved that I finally spoke up and even chuckled as she replied, "She said she did it with guys too."

Well, that made the mouse-like geek a bi-sexual at least.

"Will you guys do it again?" My throat felt suddenly very dry and the words sounded broken to me.

Sheryl became serious, and a little down, suddenly. "I don't know. I asked." She eventually leaned in and whispered, "Hell Gerry, I fucking begged her!"

Sheryl was an attractive and popular girl, who was in a long distance relationship with her boyfriend that she had always taken seriously. She had started her tale with the disclosure that she missed her boyfriend terribly and perhaps that is what opened her up to accepting the invitation to Madeline's apartment under the pretence of getting help with English Literature 301.

"Do you want to know what she said to me?"

I couldn't say a word, could not even move - but I wanted to know.

Sheryl wanted to tell me as well, and she did not even wait for an answer. Leaning in and whispering in a conspirator tone, "'Get me someone else Sheryl and I will give you another night.'"

She leaned back against the couch and watched me closely.

It sounded to me, like my friend Sheryl was Madeline's lap dog because it was obvious to me, even in my hazy alcohol state, that I was being asked if I wanted to be another of Madeline's conquests. She was pimping for the geek!

Sheryl leaned forward again, looking pleased that I did not show disgust or run away at her obvious intent, and placed a hand upon my nylon covered knee and squeezed it. "Would you like to try it?"

I was watching my friends hand touching me in such an off-handed and familiar sort of way and wondering why I was not disgusted. I blurted out, "With you?"

Sheryl laughed lightly, nervously, while her hand continued to squeeze, "Good god no! With Madeline?" If there had been any doubt that my friend was pimping for Madeline, it was gone.

My head felt suddenly very dizzy and a wave of heat rolled through my body and I controlled myself enough not to open a few buttons of my blouse to cool off.

Sheryl took my silence as an answer, but to be honest, I had no idea what to say, how to answer. I should get angry and say no in no uncertain terms, but I could not. Taking her hand from my knee she said seriously, "I will do anything for another night with Madeline Gerry... anything!" She took a long laboured breath and continued, "You can't fucking imagine how great it was Gerry... you really can't. She... well, she has me wrapped around her finger and I don't fucking care!" She laughed short and sharp, more like a maniacal crackle than with happiness.

Again the silence, feeling her eyes upon me and me looking down at my knee wondering why I missed her touch. I'm no damn lesbian so what the fuck was wrong with me? Was I that hard up?

"Do this for me Gerry and I will do anything you want... do you hear me, anything?" Finally my eyes again rose to lock with hers. "I will sleep with you if that is what you want?" She seemed embarrassed, for some reason, and it amused me - after her sordid tale and now her bawdy request. Did she believe me a lesbian - now that horrified me!

Completely against my better judgement and before I could think about it, I asked, "Tonight?" The waves of heat that were rolling through my body seemed to be now centralizing toward my midriff. God, why did I ask that? Damn I need to get laid.

Sheryl looked embarrassed and shook her head negatively, "No Gerry, after Madeline has you. Then I will sleep with you." I felt my face flush, and not from the alcohol, and saw that my friends was doing the same.

I looked again around the near-quiet room and could not find the geek, wondering if I could do what Sheryl had done.

Her hand again grasped my knee in a familiar way and it felt like it belonged there. "Say 'yes' Gerry?"

Again looking at her hand I felt my head move up and down in acceptance.

Suddenly Sheryl stood and disappeared from the room, me feeling the loss of her touch. I fumbled in setting down my bottle and cursed it for causing this weakness in me... cursing my ex-boyfriend in breaking up with me... cursing my lack of good hard cock, of an orgasm... !

Sheryl was suddenly standing by me, reaching down to take my hand. Her face wore a wide very pleased smile, "Come with me Gerry!"

I stood on unsteady feet and with Sheryl guiding me, helped me out through the side door and into the dark night. She evidently, must more sober than I.

Madeline stood by the open door of the cab.

Oh god!

Sheryl stood me before the small elf-like girl, as if a child trying to impress an adult.

Madeline looked impressed, slowly looking me up and down. "I didn't think it possible Sheryl?" My friend only beamed with pleasure for some reason. Make no allusions, I was under inspection.

I stumbled and felt Sheryl's arms grasp me protectively.

"She's pissed!"

I was.

Sheryl looked horrified, but quickly said, "She wants too Madeline."

The little geek brought a hand up to my chin and brought my face to within inches to hers - in my heels, she was at least four inches shorter than I. Strange since I had always thought her a five foot dwarf. The words just rolled off my tongue without a second of mental preparation, "I want you to fuck me Madeline."

The round, not unattractive, face looked amused before she barked at Sheryl, "Does she agree to the rest?"

I could feel my friend behind me, her breasts and hips pressing into me and I swooned with heated passion. This has never happened to me before and of course it shocked me but it also caused me to rethink my beliefs on homosexuality. At another time, of course.

In my ear, Sheryl whispered, her lips touching me randomly and accidental that caused shivers to run down my spin, "Tell Madeline that you will do anything she says?"

Like an automation I mumbled toward the woman before me, "I will do anything you want." And after I do, Sheryl will do anything I want!

Madeline did not look convinced but she stood aside and Sheryl helped me into the cab where I lay with my head against the opposite window and watched as my friend and the geek spoke in hushed tones for several minutes. Then Madeline slide in next to me and closed the door behind her.

She gave an address to the driver and turned to look at me.

"Your like royalty at our school Gerry." I knew what she meant; coming from a rich family, very beautiful, everything going my way... and at school, I was the pinnacle of 'in' people. "I never imagined you would want to do this?"

Me neither. But I felt pleased for some reason, anxious for another. I knew what had happened to Sheryl, I had listened to her sordid tale silently wondering what it would be like to be in her position.

"I can ask the driver to drop you off at your place Gerry - your pretty drunk?"

Madeline looked a little concerned, and it surprised me - that my friend did not seem the least bit concerned about the amount of alcohol I drank but this woman, girl really, that I had been offered too seemed more empathetic.

The thought of another night alone in my bed sobered me a little and I sat up quickly, and spoke a little too loudly, "No!"

A half smile appeared on Madeline's lips and she said, "I can't say I'm unhappy at your decision Gerry. In fact I have often thought about you, admiring you from afar." What could I say... so I said nothing. "I will do my best to make it pleasant for you." My face flushed but I had no idea why. "First Sheryl and now you", she chuckled with amusement, "so maybe I won't be so ostracized from now on?"

I tried a smile of encouragement, but whatever may happen tonight the fact is Madeline will always be outside the crowd I ran with. In fact, my being with her tonight may even hurt my own entry into that peer-group. The smile felt weak and condescending.

I was too drunk to care. The throbbing between my legs more insistent now.

Her hand came toward me and slipped onto my thigh, just above the knee. It squeezed and fondled my nylon covered flesh for some minutes and I stared at it surprised that it had not caused the flood of emotions as when Sheryl had done the same thing. Perhaps I was finally coming to my senses - I'm no lesbian!

The taxi cab came to a bloated stop and I finally looked up to see ourselves before an old red brick building. The hand holding my thigh slipped off and money was passed to the front seat. "Come on Gerry." Two hands helped me remove myself from the backseat and even to stand as we slowly made our way into the large apartment complex before us.

Turning my head to watch Madeline as she helped me forward, I saw that she was not totally devoid of attractive features. In fact if you removed those over-sized glasses, loosened her tightly bound hair and changed her into clothing that more suited her - I should say this small mouse may turn into a desirable person.

The floor jerked and I came to realize that we were in an elevator. Goodness, I really am drunk.

Madeline said softly, and confidently I may add, "Kiss me Gerry."

God help me but my face started to move downward but stopped just before her red moist lips. I shock my head 'no'.

A firmness came upon her features, "You agreed to do anything I say?"

My voice was like sandpaper as I answered deliberately, "I am not a lesbian."

The firmness turned toward amusement and Madeline said just as the elevator came to a stop, "You will kiss me before the night is out."

I doubt it. I came to get fucked.

Walking seemed to come easier as I followed Madeline down the short non decrepit hallway to her wide red door. The geek unlocked it and let it swing inwards, "Welcome to my place Gerry."

I strode in, like the queen bee that Madeline thought me to be. It was all an act of course - my knees felt like they would give out any second and my head spun terribly. I was seriously starting to reconsider the decision that brought me here.

Hands took my coat and bag and then lead me into what would have been a bedroom, except it appeared to be the only room, besides a closet sized kitchen and a bathroom, in the apartment. I was seated on the edge of the bed.

Now I've sat upon other girls beds before, but never did it cause a shiver of 'something', as soon as my ass pressed into the thick duvet and hard mattress beneath.

Arms wrapped about my head in a firm hug and Madeline leaned down to kiss the top of my skull. "You will beg me for more before the night is out." I doubt it, I'm here only to satisfy a desire that I have unfortunately been missing for some time. "If you are no lesbian then I must present you to your man?"

I peered upward to see what the hell she was talking about. Rather quickly I was loosing that fire in my soul and wondered if the taxi cab had already left the front of the building.

Madeline slowly turned away and stood before a tall dresser. The size of the room ensured that if I should reach out I could easily touch her with both hands. Yet I did not reach out but only watched as she calmly, and without any drama, undressed down to nothing.

With her back to me, I saw the perfection in her nude form. From the smooth flawless yellow skin, evidence of some Asian parentage in her distant lineage, the perfect lines of a modern woman and the exceptional scale of her smaller thin frame. The bun in her black hair was last, and it cascaded straight down to her tail-bone.

After several minutes, enough time for me admire her from the rear, Madeline turned slowly about and stood before me. There proudly thrusting from between her legs was a long thick cock. The size of it was obscene on Madeline's small frame yet I heard the gasp of surprise from my own lips and it felt like a hand grabbed me between the legs to squeeze.

There before me was the object of Sheryl's story, of her pleasure, I knew I could not leave until I had felt only a small amount of the pleasure my girlfriend had expressed.

The thing was larger than I had ever seen - twice the width of my last boyfriend. The fact that there was a black harness attached to it and thus, about Madeline's small waist, did not matter to me in my drunk-hazy state. The cock was huge and it was beautiful.

"I am the man Gerry and this is my cock." I didn't even look up from that large organ, only sat staring at it while Madeline spoke. "Do you know the secret of pleasure Gerry?"

Madeline's small hand reached out and tenderly stroked the back of my head, my thick curly blond hair before roughly grasping a handful of it in her hand and yanking my face upward. Our eyes met and I saw something I've never seen in another person's eyes before - I have no words for it, yet it overpowered me and made me feel small and weak in barely a second of its gaze.

Firmly she asked again, "I said, do you know the secret of pleasure Gerry?"

I had no idea what she was talking about, what she may be looking for, so croaked out honestly, "No".

Madeline smiled maliciously, as if she had been expecting that answer. "The secret of pleasure Gerry, is to give pleasure. Tonight your going to learn that." She pressed my head downward so that I sat facing that beautiful huge organ, the smooth crown of it barely a breath away from my lips. "The way to give a strong powerful man pleasure Gerry... is through his cock."