Off Work for the Weekend

It was always a relief to get off work around one in the afternoon. That's not to say that I disliked my job. In fact, my summer part-time job at a fancy boutique was quite interesting, and after several weeks, I mostly knew my way around and even got used to the outfits we had to wear -- samples of their merchandise.

Today, among numerous other projects, jobs, and sales, we adjusted the school uniforms for an eleven- or twelve-year-old boy attending part-time summer school. He was wearing hand-me-down uniforms of his big sister's, and the skirts weren't the appropriate length. Fortunately, we could tuck the hems up; they were only a few inches underly short and could be let down again once he grew into them.

We also fitted and sold a tuxedo bodysuit, complete with fishnet tights and black open-toe high heals to -- a corporate office administratrix? A magician's assistant? Someone out of her hearing said something like "dominatrix" -- a woman dominator or something? Probably someone who did the actual work, the power behind the scenes.

And now, I had Friday afternoon and the weekend free.

On the way to the parking-lot elevators, I paused and looked at a new store. I'd passed it the previous day and briefly considering checking it out. The sign above the door read, "Spells 'R' Us", and I'd never seen it before. But I'd wanted to get home as soon as possible for my afternoon sunning with my BFF Tara, so I'd passed on it. Today, I pondered it for a moment or two, wondering if they might have something interesting for Tara's kid brothers. But I went on again, wanting to spend as much time as possible with Tara.

Shortly after passing by the store and turning the corner into another hallway, a girl said, "Oh gracious me, she's hot." Several yards away, I was just close enough to hear her. It sounded as if she were talking more to herself, but the boy walking with her agreed: "Definitely."

I glanced the couple and, meeting the boy's eyes, briefly smiled. He smiled in return. As we passed each other, I realized that I would never see them again, and wouldn't recognize them if I did. I wondered if they were boyfriend and girlfriend, dating, just friends, or sister and brother. The girl appeared about my age, and the boy was definitely a couple years younger, perhaps the same age as Tara's brother, fourteen. It felt nice being checked out in a friendly way.

That was one consequence of my work uniform: men, boys, women, and girls checked me out and oggled me more often than before. It was nice in a way, once I got accustomed to it, especially a friendly enounter like that one. Today, I was wearing a turquoise three-piece miniskirt outfit with matching closed-toe two-inch heels and tights. The skirt showed off more leg than anything I'd ever warn in public before the job, outside of swimwear and shorts. I was initially embarrassed to wear those required outfits, but all of the younger ladies there wore similar outfits. I got used to them.

At least my parents never saw me in these outfits.

As I approached the elevators to the parking lots, I turned aside to the ladies room to powder my nose.

          Spells 'R' Us

I emerged from the ladies room back into the mall, and immediately encountered the store. Wait a minute, I _knew_ that store was elsewhere in the mall, and I _knew_ that it hadn't been here when I entered the ladies room. I chuckled, imagining finding the store in the parking lot, if I didn't stop for a look now.

`Don't be silly,' I told myself. `Why not?' I responded to myself. `Good question,' I conceded.

Without further ado, I walked straight to the elevators and took the first one available down to the parking lot.

After I emerged from the elevator, it was only when I looked around in the parking lot for oncoming cars, that I saw out the corner of my eye the store embedded in the concrete wall.

`Okay,' I thought at the store. `You piqued my interest.' I walked up to a window and looked in. So... "Spells R Us"? I assumed that this place sold magical, illusion equipment. Tara's fourteen-year-old brother Tuck, nerd and dweeb that he was, would no doubt find this place very interesting. Perhaps I could find something for him, maybe their younger brother Ty as well.

I entered.

The store was a heck bigger than it seemed from the outside, with aisles of full shelves and costumes hanging from racks and rods. Other than some of the costumes, I didn't recognize much of anything. There was simply too much visual noise. Everything was arranged haphazardly, like a typical Goodwill's store.

I walked around, looking into the aisles. An elderly gentleman was squatting down in the third aisle, and shifting things around on the bottom shelf to make room for more stock.

He rose to his feet, turning to face me. "Good afternoon, Holly-Jo. Welcome to my humble shop." Okay, that was surreal. Except when Mom issued my full name, "Holly-Jo Wisdom Lee!" to scold me, berate me, or chew me out, Tuck was the only one to call me by my full first name. And was this old man really wearing a tattered and torn bathrobe with a dunce-cap on his head? A dunce-cap covered with astronomical symbols?

"How did you know my name?"

He puffed up. "I, my pretty, am a Wizard." He sniffed, adding to his pompous image.

"That does _not_ explain how you knew my name," I huffed.

The old man came back down, almost visibly deflating. "You would look fantastic in one of those tuxedo bodysuits you worked on this morning. On the other hand, I'm sorry that I've nothing for either Tuck or Ty. Check back in time for Halloween or Christmas. Meanwhile, something here might help take your relationship with Tara to its next level."

"Okay, that might explain that," I stammered, my face afire. Did this _Wizard_ really _know_ about yesterday afternoon? Tara had been over, and we'd spent the afternoon sunbathing nude. We couldn't sunbathe nude at her house. Bikinis were essential, what with Tuck watching us out the window of his second-floor bedroom. (A few weeks ago, Ty -- eleven years and two minutes old -- was watching as well, from the next window over. He'd vanished from the window when I waved, while Tuck waved back.)

The wizard walked down a couple yards, turned to the opposite shelf, and rummaged through random assortment of stuff, emerging a couple seconds later with a cylindrical box.

What was this? A "Texas Longbone"? The picture wrapped around the box showed two ... well, one might be generous and call them antlers or longhorns on a steer. They extended out horizontally, attached in the middle to something cut off at the bottom. The box proclaimed, "Better than Life-Like!" "Vibrations Unnecessary!" "Lubricant Unnecessary!" "Use only as directed" and "read the information sheet" appeared in fine print at the bottom.

Circumcised as the ends were, I realized what it was -- and it didn't help my temperature in the least. "W-W-Wait a m-m-m-mi-nute! A magic shop? Selling a di-, a di-, a dil-." The word caught in my throat.

"A double-dildo, dearie. We sell whatever produces the most fun and hilarity. You wouldn't believe what customers come in for."

I breathed to calm myself down, then managed to speak slowly without stammering. "I would think that you would sell merchandise such as special card decks for magic tricks, a magician's rabbit hat, or a covered pan for turning a flame into a dove. Or maybe equipment for sawing a woman in half."

The Wizard sniffed. "Rabbits and doves? Utterly amateurish. We do sell magic card decks and magic hats. For special customers, we sell various devices for partitioning persons." I couldn't help thinking of partitioning a disk drive. "But we sell sex-magick items as well, and this should be ideal for you and your lady friend."

Okay, he was being... straightforward? Flat-out sex? Despite the embarrassment and humiliation, I couldn't help being curious and excited at the prospect.

I bought it.

The dil...do. The dou...ble dil...do. I thought it slo...ly in my mind, realizing only a moment later that I was mouthing the words.

The credit-card receipt said only, "Intimates, Ladies'" purchased at "Shoppe Raikatuji Utano", so I wasn't too worried about Mom or Daddy seeing the receipt or the credit-card bill.

It occurred to me to try the dildo. But I really didn't want to get caught being naughty in the mall's parking garage -- even if I weren't as loud as I was yesterday with Tara.

The dildo, the "Texas Longbone", continuously haunted my mind as I drove home. That wasn't a good idea while driving; I evaded a couple near accidents.

But I did make it safely home.

          Trying Out the Longbone

I went to my room, and sat down Indian style on my bed to study the ... Texas Longbone ... container, a cylinder three or so inches across, and five or six inches long. I opened the container after long hesitation -- and shrieked, bounced, and threw the container up as a snake-like thing sprang out and landed across the room. Thank goodness nobody else was home.

After a moment of catching my breath, I slid on the floor and snuck up toward the snake-like thing. It now looked rubbery and lifeless, but I still wasn't sure. It didn't move as I approached. It now resembled two penises, one on each end, with a -- what was it called? -- ball-sack? scrotum? -- in the middle. I couldn't help staring.

I reached out and touched the thing, eventually taking hold of it. It felt exactly as it looked -- hard rubber, nothing alive about it. A double-ended d..d..d..dildo, two... two... lumps on the end like I'd seen in pictures I occasionally peeked at. I couldn't help staring at it, first one end, then the other, then the thing in the middle. I couldn't help breathing heavily at its look and touch.

My panties were getting damp. I stood up to remove them, and then decided that I didn't want a moist miniskirt either -- not from down there at least -- so I removed it before sitting back down on my bed. Then I thought, why not the whole hog? I was going to change out of my work clothes anyway. So I removed my jacket, vest, blouse, and bra. I was naked.

I stared at the darn thing. Down there itched for attention, and I rubbed it with two fingers. It felt really good, and I pressed harder and harder. My eyes kept returning to that double-device.

I worked up the courage to take the dildo in my hand, and rub it up and down between my legs -- first gently, then hard. The buzz washed over me and through me, feeling so good, I shrieked and almost died!

And now, I so wanted -- no, _needed_ -- something penetrating, something _filling_.

The dildo's mushroom-like head was like two inches across. Narrower underneath, the dildo expanded out to two inches again. It appeared rather wrinkled, even though it was hard and rubbery.

"No lubricant," came my recollection. I reached down, aimed the tip of the dildo up against me -- it didn't appear to matter which end -- and _pushed_. It felt nice ploughing into me slowly but smoothly, spreading myself wide. I had to spread my legs wider.

I gasped from a jolt as the dildo grazed something abrasive without warning at the ceiling of my tunnel. "Oh-my-" another jolt and another gasp, and I pulled it outward an inch or so, and rammed it in. "Ahhhh!!!"

So that's what a 240-volt jolt felt like. Just wonderful! I repeatedly pulled it out and rammed it back in, gasping and almost screaming every time. My clit needed some of the attention, and I found myself bending the dildo up over 90 degrees and brushing it against my bump, even as I pushed it in and out.

The dildo hit the end of the tunnel, and I screamed in extreme pleasure as IT hit my entire body agonizingly hard.

Aftershocks were still hitting, as I rose into my thinking self, and realized that I was still pushing the dildo in rather slowly. It felt very good, brushing both the abrasion up top and some kind of opening way in back, and aftershocks -- new ITs -- were hitting me every few seconds.

As I continued pushing the dildo further and further in, it felt deep inside as if the innermost end were turning up. It still felt real good, with the aftershocks and such. I was sliding my hand up and down the dildo's other end, even as I pushed the dildo in further and further. My hand on my dildo felt almost agonizingly nice.

In fact, I felt IT building again, as I pushed and slid my hand up and down the dildo. IT burst over me one last time, and I squirted white stuff out the end of the dildo in a string of spirts. My pelvis pulsed, as did the dildo's central dangler, by now pressed fully up against me.

IT finally dissipated, and believe me, I'd had enough. The dildo's pulsations died down as well. It now felt soft, and very nice being held by my fingers. The white slime was all over the bed, all over me, and even over parts of the rug.

The slime had the strangest smell ever, and not in a good way.

I was tired, sleepy, unable to catch my breath. I lay back in all the mess.

I kept telling myself, I should get up, I should get busy cleaning all this mess. But I kept lying listlessly for the longest time. I pulled myself up finally, and realized that it was perhaps about three hours later. I'd had a nap of sorts. I still felt drained, and a lot more stained with all that now-dry goo. Now, I really had to clean things up, definitely before Mom and Daddy came home.

Time to prioritize: my blankets had to be washed first. I didn't want Mom and Daddy to know anything about my blankets needing washing. I lugged one blanket to the bathroom, and sprayed off most of the gunk. I checked my other blanket -- yes, it needed some cleaning, so I sprayed that off as well. I took both blankets to the washing machine in the basement, stuffed them in, set the machine to cold wash, added detergent, and started it up.

Then came the sheets. I decided to handwash them, and shower myself in the process. That didn't take too long. I was finally clean, and I carried the clean sheets down to the dryer.

That left the carpet in my room to clean up -- and the growing pain of having to pee. I felt down there for my peehole, my buzz-button, tunnel hole -- anything familiar, please! The only remaining familiarity was my poophole. I brought the carpet-cleaner upstairs and cleaned up my carpet, postponing the peeing.

But now was the time of reckoning. I really had to pee so badly it hurt. The dildo was still there between my legs, fleshly integrated into my body. It wasn't even a flesh dildo up my hole. That hole, along with everything familiar down there, was now history. I slid my fingertip along it. Uhhhhh! I shivered.

I'd seen a few pictures in a few naughty books, and the dildo looked too much like a boy's thingy, with a ball-bag dangling beneath. Should I freak out? I squeezed the scrotum, feeling a couple ellipsoidal objects inside -- ohhh, ahhh, eeee, oh how that ached!

That boy-thing was -- how long? Nine, ten inches perhaps? Could I really stand in front of a toilet and pee. Did boys really do that, or was that just an urban legend? All I had to do was give it the good old college try.

I went to the toilet, and lifted up both the lid and the seat. Just standing in front wouldn't work, because it wasn't pointed right. I realized I had to hold and aim it. Ick. Okay, something would have been attractive about it if it weren't a part of me. I carefully took the bulb between my fingers, and aimed it at the center of the toilet.

I tried letting loose like usual, but there was nothing to let loose. The painful pee was perversely farther forward. I felt strange muscles that I couldn't seem to control. I couldn't do anything but repeatedly attempt to relax and let loose.

Finally it happened. I had absolutely no idea what I did just then, but the pee suddenly flowed out the little hole there, a hole that I hadn't noticed in the dildo before. Thank goodness, the pee streamed into the toilet bowl, and not everywhere else. It finally finished and oh, what a relief.

I went downstairs to check the washer and dryer. They were still bouncing away at their job.

It was still a couple hours before Daddy got home, but I didn't want to tempt fate. It would be embarrassing to be caught by Daddy naked like this -- _especially_ like _this_. As I clenched my pelvis in latent aching excitement and the snake-thing jumped, I realized that I had to take care what I wore.

I found a pair of cut-offs, and slid them up -- panties were out, of course. Once I had them most of the way up, before fighting them over my butt, I squeezed that boy-thing down the inside of my thigh -- it was an extremely tight fit. It became an exciting ache and pain when it tried to expand again. When it started to curl up, I pulled it down through the bottom of my shorts.

Several inches stuck out below, I could just barely stand up straight, and it ached -- sort-of a nice ache, but nevertheless an ache. I left my cut-offs unzipped. I had to wear a skirt or dress longer than usual, and totally opaque. My few Sunday dresses were the only things I had that satisfied the requirement.

I picked one out of my closet and slipped it over my head, zipping it up in back. I packed a small suitcase of other clothes and accessories for my weekend at Tara's. The rest of the afternoon went sort-of smoothly, although I perpetually bent forward a little. I removed the laundry and remade my bed like new.

          Off to Tara's

Then I was ready. I went out to my bike and left for Tara's.

This was really the first time I had trouble wearing a skirt riding my bike. I rode a "male" bicycle, and pants and shorts never gave me trouble with the bar, and my skirts and dresses were usually short enough. But this time, it worked once I pulled my dress enough above my knees.

And I arrived at my friend's.

As usual, Tuck answered the door before I could ring. How he managed that, I had no idea, just as I had no idea why I kept being surprised that I had to look _up_ at Tara's little brother's face. He met my eyes and smiled. "Hey-yo, Holly-Jo! Welcome aboard. Tara's upstairs."

"Hey, Tuck." He stepped aside to let me in. He was a dweeby perverted geek -- okay, a nice kid with an obvious crush on me. I understood and sympathized fully, considering my long-lasting crush on his sister. I liked him like a little kid -- a little kid a head taller than me. To tell the truth, it was a bit disappointing that he didn't blush and flush the way he used to. He was kind enough not to mention myself bent over because of my dildo that was trying to harden again.

"Hey, girl!" Tara looked me up and down as I entered her room and closed the door behind me. "Getting just a bit short now, are we not?"

"Hunh?" I made neither head nor tail of that question.

"Your dress."

Oh right. I snorted. Just because this one time, outside of Church, I was wearing a dress that covered my knees. "Ha ha ha. I'm going commando, too," I countered. That was not, technically, a lie as I was indeed pantyless under my cut-offs. "Wanna see?"

My dildo pulsed, fighting its restraint, at the shocking thrill of the idea of exposing myself to Tara, this time with a penis. I couldn't hold myself up straight.

"Okay, girl," she asked snootily. "Just what are you hiding under there?"

"Under where?" As I played dumb, I slipped my hand behind to unzip my dress.

"Dearie, didn't you just say you were going commando? Anyways... you hiding a small dog? A cat? Oh I know, it's a snake!"

Glancing back to make sure that the door was completely closed, I grabbed the bull by the horns, whipped my dress over my head, and tossed it aside in one fell swoop. I was feeling excited, anxious, excitedly anxious, and anxiously excited. This was so excitedly forbidden and embarrassing.

Tara slammed her palms over her mouth as she emitted an "eeek!" apparently holding in a louder exclamation. My thing extended down a few inches below my cut-offs and was _trying_ to get longer and harder.

She stared at my thing for the longest time -- perhaps a minute -- then turned her gaze upward and met my eyes.

I held her gaze, as I fought to lower my cut-offs.

"That's fake, isn't it?"

My cheeks felt warm, as I held in my arousal and embarrassment and continued holding her gaze in silence, as I rolled my cut-offs down and released the dildo, which leaped forward and hardened. Our staredown broke when I had to step out of my cut-offs.

"Fake?" said I finally. "Who can say? It feels real, it behaves real. But it was um, a dil-do, a dou-ble dildo--" Yahoo! I managed to say it! "--when I bought it. But now... I had to pee with it."

"You bought it? Where?"

"A place called Spells R Us."

"Spells R Us? Never heard of it. What kind of store would sell something like this?" She slid her fingertip along my penis.

"Ahh-hhh-hhh," I inhaled at high pitch, as my dildo-penis jumped. That felt so strange -- really good and really strange. Do all boys feel like that when a girl touches him? "A store that would stalk me."

"Stock you, like merchandise? Selling you, trafficking in underage girls?"

"No, a store that would follow me around. One that would embed itself in the concrete walls of the basement parking garage, ready and awaiting me to emerge from the elevator."

"It's so big!" said Tara.

"No, the store was rather small. It was very full of inventory, though."

"No, not the store. That thing." Tara gestured toward my dildo-penis. "I could really make good use of that. I never fucked anyone remotedly as big." She was breathing heavily.

It went without saying that no way would we sunbathe that afternoon in the back yard in our bikinis. We spent the afternoon in Tara's bedroom chatting, with Tara off-and-on fiddling with my dildo-dick and breathing heavily. At times, we had a hard time upholding our ends of the conversation. In fact...

"Um, you might want to be careful with that." I interrupted our current conversation, all too aware that I was approaching the point of no return.

"Oh really?" she breathed heavily, keeping a couple fingers in contact as she stretched forth her other arm for tissues.

"You mi--" interrupting myself with a sudden gasp, "mi-- [gasp] might consider [gasp] Tuck!" I yelped that name in a sudden high pitch.

"Ow, you're so right!" She yanked her hand away, and I panted in relief as the threat subsided. "You were loud enough as it was, yesterday. I was wondering about the neighbors."

I'm not sure which of us first suggested camping in the woods just behind our backyard. But we decided upon it, got her parents' permission, and with Tuck's help -- bless him -- set the tent up. I had to get dressed again, and I managed -- I think -- to avoid suspicions about the taboo underneath my dress.

We dined that evening together as a family, and afterwards their family and I had some family fun together. Both Tuck and Ty looked at me off and on, not at their sister, not even after she went upstairs and changed to sleepwear -- one of her dad's t-shirts and panties -- during the games.

          Off to the Tent

Finally a little after ten, everyone decided to head off to bed. Tara and I went out to the tent, carrying things we thought we might need. I was in the lead with a bright battery-powered lantern. "Let's have a spooky fun time," I said, turning the lamp off, leaving ourselves in darkness.

"No-no-no-no-no!" replied Tara, as she switched on one of her lamps.

"Spoil-sport," I said.

We continued until we found our tent. At the entrance, I realized that it was a good time to pee. Tara unzipped the tent, as I slipped my dress over my head. I tossed my dress into the tent, and got to work slipping my cutoffs over that dick of mine. I tossed them into the tent as well, then moved half a dozen yards away and peed, pointing that dick away from anything I might use, and keeping my hands uncontaminated.

When I returned to the tent, Tara, having removed her t-shirt and panties, grabbed my appendage and pulled me in. "Oh wow," she breathed heavily. "I gotta have that dick. It's so big!" She pushed me backwards and lowered me onto one of the sleeping bags. I cooperated, as by now, I was so very aroused, ready, willing, and utterly breathless.

Tara crouched down onto my thighs, and took my dick in her hands. I'm tempted to claim that she couldn't wrap her fists around it, but I'm not that great a liar. She stared as she slid her fists up and down, squeezing and relaxing in turns.

"I'm a-a-about to blow!" I pushed down on my arms, lifting my midriff. She shifted her head out of the way just in time as I shot, shot, and shot again, screaming every time.

"We have," I panted once I returned to my senses, "So much ... to clean ... up."

"We can deal with that later. Now I gotta have that dick inside me."

I was still mostly hard, and excited as heck. A moment's sanity must have hit me because as she worked her magic on my dick, I asked, "You sure you won't [gasp] Oh God! Get... pregnant?"

"I was ... pill ... since twelve ... regulate my ... period." She raised herself up, positioned my dick between her legs, and lowered herself onto my thing. Once my tip entered, she inched herself down, enveloping me so tight that I couldn't help going, "Oh, oh, oh!"

"Oh yes, yes!" she echoed. Between her exclamations, she said, "And how ... could ... a manu- ... -factured dildo ... get anyone ... pregnant ... anyway?"

She crouched over me, took me in her hand between her legs up against her pussy, and -- "Oh, yes!"

Oh, oh!" I echoed. She enveloped me so tight that I couldn't help rasping as she gradually descended. She was about three-fourths down when we encountered--

"Oh yes, that's the spot," she breathed.

"Your cervix," I groaned amid my groans.

"No-no, we can't stop now!" She settled more of her weight onto my dick. A minute hole spread, and my dildo penetrated. I fainted to Tara's screams, as orgasms hit us both.

          The Following Morning

I gradually awoke to feeling a soft thickness slipping out of my privates, along with a huge amount of slime. Tara and I were entangled, and I recalled with mortification the screams, shrieks, grunts, snorts, as well as the Lord's name taken loudly in vain, we'd made last night. Thank goodness nobody came to investigate, peek and watch, or even call the police.

Tara's high-pitched shriek as she rolled away yanked me fully awake. I could feel my pussy restored. I couldn't help staring, nor could she, at the new appendage she'd just developed, as big as mine had been. She was wailing and crying in full-blown panic, in a way that I hadn't.

"Does it hurt?" I reached over to touch it.

"N-n-no," she whimpered. "It's just so strange... weird!" Her dildo or dick bounced away just as my fingertip was about to tap it. "I just wanna get rid of it."

I had an idea. "Apparently, doing it caused it to transfer. If we did it again, I could get it back." I didn't really want it back, but I was distressed over Tara's panic and distress. Also, I really wanted it, this time as an actual girl.

"Let's do it," she replied and I reached out...

          ...

We lay entwined in the afterglow, until I noticed it slipping out of me. "It didn't work," I said soberly.

I couldn't bear seeing Tara softly crying in self-evident despair, but I could think of nothing other than holding her tight and letting her cry on me. Nothing until--

"Tara, wait here. I just had an idea!" I decided against telling her my idea about asking Tuck for help. Squirming out from under her, I slipped my dress over my head and dashed back to the house while working my arms through my dress.

I dashed to Tuck's room and knocked hard. The door opened a few seconds later, revealing Tuck in his pajama shorts.

"Hey-yo, Holly-Jo!"

"Please, disaster! We need your help!"

Tuck pushed by me and dashed to the stairs, leaping down three at a time. I only caught up with him when he reached the back door. Together, we ran to the tent. We burst in catching Tara covering herself with a sleeping bag. Her lower half was covered, and she whipped her arms over her bosom.

"Phew!" exclaimed Tuck. "You had boys here!"

"You have to show him. Otherwise, he won't believe us and might tell your mom and dad."

"Nah, I won't snitch," said Tuck.

Tara turned away and curled up into a fetal position under the sleeping bag, weeping anew in mortification as she covered her face in her hands and hid her breasts with her elbows. Mean as it was, I acted forcefully. I yanked her sleeping bag off and flipped her on her back.

Tuck froze and visibly gagged and swallowed. "T-t-t-Tara!" he finally stammered.

"Yes?" Tara had recovered, and was now staring defiantly at Tuck, making no further attempt at concealing any part of her body.

"Sis," said Tuck. "I've seen you often enough in jeans, shorts, and bi -- um, swimming, to know what you've never had there. So. What gives?"

Tara and I together managed to push through our embarrassment and tell the story. Tuck listened motionless. "And I thought you were the best person to ask for help," I concluded.

Tuck turned toward me and smiled and blushed just a little. "I have an idea. Did your Texas Longbone come in a container?"

"Yes of course. I threw it when the thing jumped out like a snake."

"It's the first thing to try. There may be instructions or information. Let's go!"

          Instructions to the Texas Longbone

Tuck and I rode as fast as we could back to my home.

Daddy was inside when we entered. "Hey, Daddy," I panted, still out of breath. "This is Tara's brother Tuck, and there's something we have to get."

Up in my bedroom, Tuck found the cylindrical box where I'd thrown it on the floor. At the bottom of the box was a packet labeled "Bonering"; above that was a folded information sheet. "Wow! This is better than I expected. Let's go, Holly Jo!"

We returned to the tent, and to a renewed freshly stale smell and new slime over the tent floor. "Somebody has been playing with their dildo," snarked Tuck.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," replied Tara.

"No problem," replied Tuck. "I fully understand. So let's see what this says." He unfolded the information sheet. "The Texas Longbone." He snickered for a second. "Okay, it appears that you can use the Bonering to remove the dildo twelve hours or longer after inserting it, and it reverts to the double-dildo. Or, you can transfer it eight hours or later to someone else. Okay, this is important." Tuck looked up at Tara, than at me. "If you fuck before the eight hours, the timer resets to zero." He paused. "This has a whole lot more of confusing stuff. May I study it?"

"Of course," I answered.

          Epilogue -- The Final Temptation

We managed to extract the double dildo and return it to its original form. We slept in the tent that night, after giving it a proper cleansing. I had to return home Sunday morning to attend Sunday School and church with my family.

I kept thinking about the Longbone throughout the following week, although I managed to focus on my job in the mornings. I kept it and its box hidden deep in the back of my walk-in closet -- it went without saying that I had no way to fit it back into its box. It was so tempting.

I finally succumbed to temptation on Friday. I brought the Longbone and the container to Tara's house that afternoon. We were in the tent, and Tara watched me insert the dildo, and saw it become a penis. It goes without saying that we fucked.

Sometime in the darkness of night, I awoke to a mouth around the end of my penis, and the sounds of excited, satisfied humming. "That feels really good," I said, just as I squeezed into a narrow tight passage -- I hoped it was her throat and not her windpipe. At least it sounded as if she could still breath, as her voice jumped a couple octaves to squeals.

We spurted simultaneously as her mouth approached my, um, ballsack. I screamed, but she was now limited to sniffs and snorts.

We pulled apart gradually, her penis slipping out of me. The horror hit me as she sniffed and snorted and jerked her head and upper body around in panic.

I switched on the electric lamp, and saw the whole nightmare vision: nothing remained of her mouth. It was a long thick penis where her mouth was, just underneath her nose, and her scrotum up against her chin.

She reminded me a bit of Cthulhu, but I refrained from mentioning that.