Pleasure Thieves

They exchanged equipment and undressed, this time completely, to the roaring beat of drums. When completed, the beautifully painted woman was a young boy, and the flamenco type man was a very sensual girl, whose small round breasts had been successfully flattened by the elasticity of her costume. The painted woman now transformed into a lovely boy, strapped the dildo over his listless organs and proceeded to bugger the newly discovered woman in the ass.

They did this comically, and as they both pretended to exchange ejaculations, the Bo Peep midget waited impatiently at their side, holding the golden goblet ready. The giant came into the middle of the floor and picked up the midget with his little finger, like King Kong and Fay Wray, and lowered her in between the couple to catch the simulated come that was flowing forth from the dildo. The giant held her patiently, and when she grandly handed him the goblet, he drank the fake come down in a gulp and licked his lips. The lights became brighter, the dual couple disappeared and people spoke for the first time. The band was playing a slow mambo.

Carol had stood in the shadows by the deserted bar. Drinking all through the exhibition and managing to stay clear of any private gang bangs, she sat quietly in the distance, not moving except to smoke the hashish. She was mildly curious to see what role the giant would play.

All this was forced interest. Actually, she never ceased to think of Harry. Where was he? she wondered. She didn't bother to be with Phillip or look for him at the ball. She hadn't seen him all evening, not since he left her holding the bag. A young man with a blonde crew-cut came up to her from out of the shadows. He, too, was fully clothed, but without his mask. "Hello," he said.

Carol turned and tried to focus her eyes on him. "Harry," she cried, expectantly, but knew immediately it was not him. "That was close in a way," he said. "My name is Tom, and I think you are higher than I am, if that's possible! We met earlier."

Mrs. Llewellyn stopped the music and announced that Gustav, the giant, kept a fabulous souvenir beneath his silver loin cloth.

Unfortunately, this could only be presented to a woman, but there was something else later on in store for the gentlemen.

Gustav came out and stood smilingly beside Mrs. Llewellyn. His face had romantic Mexican features, a slight gigolo expression, but because of his extreme proportions, he became more of a statue than a human. Mrs. Llewellyn spoke very softly. Imbedded in the end of Gustav's prick was a perfectly faceted blue-white diamond, the size of which was to be discovered. Whoever he came in would get the diamond prize.

Mrs. Llewellyn removed Gustav's loin cloth with glee. It was like slipping an enormous table cloth from the banquet table. "Now ladies, come forth. Gustav awaits you." There were many inebriated throaty giggles. The men were extremely amused, and when no one seemed to be stepping forward, several gentlemen urged their companions on.

Gustav stood smiling in the ruby firelight, his majestic prick jutting forth, enormous like the trunk of an elephant. Several women came toward him to look, to touch and, perchance, to fuck.

Carol looked up at the young man standing beside her. "Well, aren't you amused? Who do you think will win? Or doesn't this sort of thing attract you?" She said this bitterly as though talking to herself. "Yeah, why aren't you doing something obscene?"

"Let's get out of here," he said anxiously.

"Oh, you want to get out of here. Now that you're hot, you want to go off somewhere and make your own private scene. It's purer that way, huh? Less guilt, huh? Look Tom, Dick, and whatever your name is, I'm going to do one of two things right now. I am either going up there and let that fucking freak split me in two, or I'm leaving alone.

And guess what? I've already made up my mind. I'm going."

She spoke rapidly. He couldn't have said a word. She downed a large tumbler of Scotch. As she left the room, Gustav was whirling a completely naked girl around on the end of his cock, still smiling, still holding his prize.

He waved the frail girl on his prick like a banner of surrender. She screamed hysterically, "Get it in," but only the tip of his cock pierced her tiny blond cunt. Eager for the hidden award, eager to be split in half, she clutched his stiff rod with her doll hands. He jerked his hips around, his face a contortion of frustration. She clung pathetically to his majestic pole, and her body twirled like a burlesque queen's tit.

Her grasp loosened – and she flew across the room, crumbling on the thick piled rug. A young man kicked her buttock with disdain and revealed his stiff tiny prick. He shoved it into her, and she cried aloud,

"No, no, I've had that. I'm tired of that."

Mrs. Llewellyn tittered onto the stage. She patted and soothed Gustav's swollen cock.