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                                          My Second First Time with a Fiendish Sauroid Sex Maniac
                        The limo was tearing down the highway under the graying
                       sky of evening.  Timmy and Lisa looked out the narrow
                     window, longing to be free.  Or at least breath some fresh
                     air.  The cabin was sweltering--the passenger compartment
                      was specially heated to suit Big D's tastes.  On top of
                    this, that filthy, greasy smoke from is big brown cigar made
                              the atmosphere oppressive, unbreathable.
                         Pressing his forehead against the glass that separated
                     them from the driver in a weak attempt to cool off, Timmy
                    said: "This atmosphere is oppressive and unbreathable."  At
                     his voice, their other companion stirred.  Vivian, one of
                    Big D's lackeys, was lying on the floor.  She spit the half-
                     smoked joint out from between her lips and wiped her mouth
                     on her forearm.  She blinked one eye, then the other.  The
                     pupils were still wide, dilated only a touch of her irises
                                   could be seen encircling them.
                               "Shit," she moaned, "Fuck.. fuck.. fuck!"
                          Vivian slammed a fist into the sofa cushion near Big
                    D's big spotted behind.  Big D shifted, and rested his other
                     enormous foot on her hip.  She let out a deep breath then
                     took another square from her jean-fabric bag and put it on
                    her tongue.  "California," she snorted.  "Never should have
                                         gotten into this."
                          Wiping a tear from her eye, she passed out again and
                                          started snoring.
                          Big D had fallen asleep several minutes ago and was
                     sitting with a glass of whiskey in one paw, resting on his
                         stomach as if it was a table.  The cigar was still
                     smoldering in his mouth, alternately glowing and darkening
                    as the indigo chest inflated and deflated to a slow, steady
                      rhythm.  One foot was propped up an oily armrest.  From
                    beneath the edges of Big D's stained fire truck print boxers
                      (the only thing he was wearing) Timmy could see the (now
                     tiny) head of that magenta-indigo lizardsaur sausage that
                       had tortured him.  His ass hurt even as he sat on the
                                 cushions of the rear-facing seats.
                          Vivian's muffled snoring became fitful snorts as she
                     began to thrash in her sleep.  She was corpulent and pale,
                    and her chin-length hair was clumped with grease into thick
                    strands.  The thin lips on her round face were straight and
                    smeared with cheap red lipstick. Her mouth was like a slash
                    across the abdomen of a corpse.  Inside, her teeth were also
                      spotted with red spots of lipstick.  Her eyes had closed
                    tightly, they were pasted with cheap, greasy black eyeliner.
                         Lisa stopped looking out the window and looked down at
                       her.  She looked up and down the body on the floor and
                        wondered who she was and where she had come from.  A
                     matchbook was clenched tightly in the bony white fingers,
                      and it read "TACKS Night Club" and had a lightning bolt
                      behind the name.  Beneath, in small print, it said "The
                    Hottest, Biggest NightClub in DC!"  It took some time before
                     she realized that this meant Washington DC, the capital of
                     the country.  Lisa had gone there with her parents to see
                    the inauguration of the new president.  Oh, that was so many
                     months ago.  Her heart fell as she thought wearily of the
                     last day of the Big D the Lizardsaur show--just before the
                          bottom fell out of the market.  They had done an
                       inauguration special, and as soon as they had finished
                    shooting those men in suits and glasses had handed Big D his
                      walking papers.  They had said something like, "We can't
                    keep this up--eventually it's going to come out and we can't
                      afford to pay a refund like they made Arista over Milli
                    Vanilli," and then walked away.  Big D, for a split second,
                       had been furious.  He had picked up one of the men and
                    thrown him down that long stone stairway behind the capitol
                    building.  Then he had grabbed at the camera men until they
                    dropped their equipment.  Howling with rage, Big D destroyed
                    it, trampling it with his huge feet and bashing it with his
                                               tail.
                         Then, she remembered, he had grown melancholy and sat
                    down on the steps.  He began to cry, snuffling softly.  All
                    of the children, save one or two who were being dragged off
                     by their parents, went to hug Big D and tell him that they
                     loved him and that their fun and learning would never end.
                       Big D had perked up a bit, and still sniffling, he had
                     invited all of the children to be flown out to his mansion
                    in California for a weekend party.  Their parents, eager to
                     spend a free weekend in DC (paid for by Big D's show) and
                      anxious to attend some of the inauguration balls (so to
                    speak) agreed almost instantly.  They had sung the familiar
                      songs of the show all the way across country.  Then the
                      party--fun for the first day, like a sleepover.  But she
                      remembered that by the third night (a Friday) Big D had
                    started drinking a lot and had started to suggest different
                                          kinds of games.
                          They went along--Big D would never hurt them, after
                    all, and told them that the games were just another kind of
                     loving and sharing.  The later in the evening it got, the
                     more Big D drank, emptying huge bottles one after another.
                    That was the time they had met Vivian, the ugly blonde teen
                     with no face and the cameras.  Even as she tried to forget
                      the scenes and words came to mind.  "That's right, Lisa
                     baby, like that black curly brillo pad? Isn't this fun?  I
                       know Vivian is happy to be your friend now," Big D had
                     murmured from his huge recliner.  He had been stroking his
                    lizardsaur rod as he watched.  The square rack of TV's along
                    the wall all worked together to blow up the image they were
                    shooting to bigger than life size.  Lisa looked up from her
                          licking and say Johnny being pushed behind her.
                         The blonde guy had slapped Vivian and told her to moan
                       more, to "give it to the camera, baby" and then turned
                      another tripod toward Johnny, just behind that pair, and
                     waited expectantly.  "Hurry it up, Johnboy.  Johnny, don't
                      you love me?  Good.. Now," he had muttered, "lick Lisa's
                       crinkly little brown hole.  All the way.  Big, licks.
                     Smile, little John, smile.

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  We're all friends here."  The
                    sensations came back to Lisa over the distance of time, and
                    she struggled to change her thoughts.  She forced herself to
                        stop thinking about them and looked down at Vivian,
                      desperate to find something to distract her.  The young
                      woman, Lisa guessed about seventeen or so, was unmoving.
                     She noticed the un-pruned monobrow and could see her eyes
                            fluttering under the black-painted eyelids.
                          Lisa's wish was granted.  Awakened from his alcohol
                     induced stupor, Big D groaned and grabbed the girl by her
                    hair with a rounded indigo paw.  "C'mere Vidiot. Shaw mmm..
                    whaf you god," he slurred, dragging her head to his lap.  He
                     pulled the elastic brim of the boxers down just enough so
                     that he could work his elongating tool out into the open.
                    It bounced as he shifted his weight and, putting a paw under
                      each of her armpits, lifted Vivian forward.  He put her
                    chest down on his fat spotted leg and poked at her shoulder.
                    "Got a prezzen fer ya, sweet thunginging.." said Big D.  His
                     words were so distorted it was hard to understand, but the
                          giant, bouncing cock told Vivian what he wanted.
                          Her head sort of flopped from side to side as if it
                    wasn't properly attached, but she managed to steady herself
                     and propped herself up in front of him.  The huge slab of
                        meat stuck straight out, like some kind of perverse
                     battering ram.  She licked her narrow lips then started to
                     wiggle her tongue, pressing it into the slit at the end of
                     the shaft.  She moved her mouth forward, opening it wider
                    and wider until it was wide enough to take the first half of
                     the rounded-arrow shaped head into her mouth.  She made as
                     if she was kissing his magenta head and then backed away.
                       She continued to lick the slit while she began to rub
                                 herself, spreading her legs wider.
                        "Nofr you," Big D snapped, and thrust his hips forward.
                     His huge penis slapped into her face like a boxing glove,
                     and she recoiled backwards.  He bashed her on the side of
                     the head with a paw and slid his hips back.  One paw held
                       his cock still and he looked down expectantly with his
                    unfocused eyes.  Vivian made her lips into a circle and once
                    again began to work her way up the enormous head.  She took
                      her two slippery hands and began to rub the cock, making
                    circular motions just behind the glans.  On each rub, Big D
                     started to jut out his hips.  She brought her mouth up and
                     down on the head, taking a little bit more into her mouth
                      each time.  In a way, she looked like a snake trying to
                                        swallow a huge prey.
                         Finally, Big D lost control and grabbed her head from
                      behind with both of his paws.  "Suf...suf!  SUFF!!!" he
                    hollered, his head rocking back and forth.  On the return of
                    each stroke, the children head Vivian take a sudden gasp of
                     air through her clogged nostrils.  Snot was collecting on
                    her overstretched and bleeding upper lip, and mucous covered
                       all but the last, thick fourth of Big D's tube steak.
                         Three indigo fingers on both sides grabbed at ears and
                     hair, and he pulled forward, forcing his entire head into
                    her mouth.  Once it was embedded and stuck, he began to rub
                       the length of his shaft with both paws, thrashing and
                     moaning, getting the most from her struggles to push away.
                    Then he came, shooting a bucket load of green slime into her
                    lungs and throat.  the slime made his cock slick and it slid
                      out from between her lips, and in front of her face.  He
                      spurted again, and lizardsaur spooge splattered into her
                     right eye socket, filling it with spunk, and another spurt
                    landed just beneath the ridge of her nose.  In her gasping,
                                   she accidentally inhaled some.
                           Big D ripped her shirt from her, leaving her tiny,
                      almost prepubescent breasts hanging over her belly.  He
                    wiped his monstrous softening cock off with the shirt until
                                      it was one sticky mess.
                         Vivian, peeling the spooge that was like congealed egg
                      white (but green) from her eye socket let out a whimper.
                                       Her breath was ragged.
                         "Jeezus, Big D" she screeched between gasps, blinking
                             to focus her eyes.  "I couldn't breathe!"
                          "Yull breaf when I say you wilf.  Dryer!  Driffer!"
                            The driver's voice clicked on over the intercom.
                     "Almost there, sir.  We're coming up on their drive now."
                        Big D reached for the bottle and then thought better of
                     it.  He needed to be sober.  Wasting all that gunk on the
                       girl had been a mistake.  Taking a plastic ziploc from
                     between the seat cushions, he made a little pile of white
                      powder in his left paw, held it to his nose and inhaled.
                        After the tears stopped running from his eyes, he wiped
                       a few drops of blood and put a ball of tissue into his
                     nostril.  "Good enough," he said, remarkably clearly.  One
                    thick finger pressed a button on the phone.  After the phone
                      dialed, a voice came from the speaker.  "Karl," it said.
                              "Karl, this is Big D.  Are you all set up?"
                         "Yes, and two of the guests have already arrived," the
                                          voice responded.
                          "Damn, they're early," Big D fumed, "show them some
                     tapes,  Maybe one with Lisa in it.  We don't have any with
                    the boy, yet, but.. Also, did you bring the other children?"
                          "All but one.  The fat one, what was his name.. Oh,
                    yeah," the voice replied, "Billy.  He died.  Found him cold
                                      and stiff on the floor."
                         Big D tapped his three fingers on the armrest.  Thump
                        thump thump.  "Shoulda brought him anyway.  Brian is
                                              coming."
                        The voice on the phone began to hum, then made a throat
                     clearing sound.  "Well, sir, it's not too late.  I can go
                                get him--I'll leave a tape running."
                        "No, I need you there," Big D ordered.  "Tell you what,
                      I'll take care of Wendy, and maybe a boy too, and we can
                    film that.  How long does it take'em to stiffen up, anyway?"
                            "They should be solid by tomorrow night, Big D."
                                "Good.  See you in a few minutes, then."
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