Despite Jack's years of trying Jennifer always refused his advances, being more attracted to the studious and, what some would call nerdy, Donny. Paying his way to college, Donny could have made a scholarship in science, math or chemistry if he had actually applied himself to subject matter he felt was boring. Rumors held that Jennifer's attraction was more than to his brain and that he was packing something even bigger than his IQ. Finally there was Sarah, the quiet one, who had joined them as a classmate back in freshman year and had dated Jack for the last 2. Sarah was small, short and petite, with little bust and a smooth bottom. But she was leggy, ad curvy beneath for the rare few who had seen her in a swimsuit, built like a gymnast or swimmer with amazing flexibility and long, loose muscles. Jack was, of course, heavily built, tall an handsome, with muscles that strained in tight T-Shirts from years of lifting weights and heavy athletic events. Jennifer, while nearly as tall as Jack was built like the proverbial Amazon with sculpted muscles like a statue and both a nut-cracker ass and a bust that women would have paid tens of thousands to plastic surgeons for. Donny was unsurprisingly small and unassuming, leading all the more credence to his rumors of smuggling bratwurst.

That summer, they had decided to head somewhere rural, as all of them had spent most of their lives in the city, the later years at Malls, Arcades and Sarah's dad's Diner which she worked at and stood to inherit after he passed away. So they packed up into the old Charger that Jack's parents had generously gave him as a graduation present and decided on a camping trip "out in the boonies". For nearly a week of sleeping in tents, playing with campfires, and driving did they go. Just a few hours shy before they pulled in to a town with no name. It wasn't that the town actually didn't have a name, it was that the sign on the outskirts of the highway had been torn off by some irate gust of wind and no one had taken the time to replace it in what might have been called "a coon's age".

Smaller than anything they had seen, it was a farming town with a single gas station, a town hall and library, a sheriff's office and fire station, a diner, and a lot of houses and farms. It was tiny and perfect to the group of young adults who found it. Giddy with excitement, they moved in and refilled immediately at the gas station, an act that took the better part of an hour given the surprised look on the attendants face to see out of town customers. The same reaction was given followed by hearty gratitude at the diner where they had lunch. And again at the inn where they were given the unfortunate news that there were no vacancies at the time. AS it was, the Inn was so small it could barely accommodate 3 times the party’s number and they just happened to have had everything reserved for a widely popular band from a nearby town that was due to arrive that evening with its crew for a three day performance.

Discussing the matter back in the Charger, the group had decided that they had camped this long, why not do so some more? And by sticking around, they could go and enjoy the show the following evening and perhaps thereafter if it was any good. They piled back in the car and headed out into the nearby fields of weeds and dirt roads, looking for a place to set up. After hours of checking farmsteads, they finally came across one in particular, a dilapidated old house on the northernmost side of town, almost out of range to see the town itself. The building was a large farmstead with a barn and a forgotten and neglected field. The sign out front had been weather beaten to the point that it was splintered and illegible. The door swung in the wind, open in even as cobwebs and abandoned furniture could be seen through dust-covered windows. Avoiding the eerie place, the group turned back and inquired about it at a newer looking farmstead. The old woman there, a Missus Cunningham by name, looked sad and was kindly enough to explain that the place had been abandoned ever since the elderly couple who lived there died a year ago. No one had done anything about it, as the land was owned by the bank and few had the money that the bank was asking for it. Worse was the stigma attached to it. Naturally, the inquisitive group asked and were rewarded with an afternoon of hot tea and a campfire ghost story of a young man who had found a hole in the wall and foolishly placed his member inside it. The danger of splinters or rusted tetanus-delivery nails was bad enough, not to mention the risk of centipede or spider bites to dissuade most right thinking persons, but worse was that it was said that a rat or maybe a raccoon or possum had crawled in to that space and when presented with the meaty morsel, had not only bitten off the poor young feller's pecker, but had eaten his family jewels to boot!

The animal control folks had gone through the place and found no signs of anything larger than a possum, yet the young man's goods were clearly eaten off of him. The horror was made all the more real as in a pain-induced delirium, he had been ranting and screaming about "Goblins in the wall". He had been committed downstate to a psyche ward, much like a crazy uncle of his after his recovery. Story's say that he's there to this day, ranting about the "goblins" who had ate his seed and then his package. While chilling to the group, it was also strangely arousing and they new it the moment they looked into one another's eyes. Thanking Missus Cunningham for her hospitality, they left and drove back towards the spooky old house.

That evening a terrible storm rolled in, complete with howling winds, torrential rains, and flashes of lightning punctuated by the occasional thunder clap. Not wishing to risk weather damage to his car or his friends to the elements with an outdoor camping attempt, the group made for the old house, and parked the car inside the barn which, while drafty and damp, would protect the charger. After some consideration, they decided it best to make use of the shelter offered by the looming homestead, and moved inside. While dirty and dusty, the house itself was at least in good repair. There was little draft save in the kitchen, and it was dry and silent as could be, except of course for the wind beating rain against the windows and the rhythmic dripping from the kitchen sink.

Hastily unpacking what they could from the Charger, they moved in and closed the door, finding that while the knob was broken, the dead bolt was still strong enough to hold the door strong against the wind's violent attempts to blow in to the house. With little else to do, they made themselves comfortable around the living room coffee table on an old couch, a siting chair and a broken down recliner. They passed the next few hours between cold beers liberally taken from the cooler that Jack and Jennifer had brought in with them, and playing cards. Idle chatter turned in to ghost stories complete with flashlight highlights, as the booze began to take its toll. Eventually, as their inhibitions were washed away, the topic inevitably turned to the house around them, and the unfortunate young man who had lost so much inside it.

"Personally, I think it was pretty stupid" Jack had commented aloud, opening the topic. "What?" Remarked Sarah, her face clearly showing her confusion through alabaster skin. "That kid who lost his junk." Jack clarified with a sigh. "I mean seriously, look at this place! I wouldn't risk my johnson to splinters, tetanus and bug bites!" Jennifer glance at Donny, who returned her knowing look with an arched eyebrow. "Well, I can understand his intentions." Donny said calmly in a bored tone. "I mean, he was just a kid. He probably didn't know any better." Jennifer nodded her agreement. "That's right! And even if he did, look at this place. He was young and probably trying to get his rocks off. Did you see those hicks in the town? A knothole to fuck is probably a pretty common practice around here." The three of them dissolved in giggles at the prospect, while Sarah looked on quietly, deep in thought.

Jack glanced to his silent girlfriend, his brow furrowed in curiosity. "What're you thinking about, Sar?" he asked, the sincerity in his voice evident. She smiled and brushed her long blonde hair out of her face. "Well come on. Haven’t any of you been tempted to take a risk? Remember when you played through that varsity game with a sprained ankle Jack? You knew how bad that could have been but you did it anyway. The point is, even as kids we were tempted to steal from the cookie jar when our parents said not to. Haven't we all been tempted to do something at one time or another just for the thrill, when we know we shouldn't?" The group fell silent and contemplative, knowing the truth of Sarah's statement. The tension was nearly palpable, especially for Jack who had always desired Jennifer and knew that as much as he was a loyal friend to Donny, he didn't know if he could restrain himself if she gave him a chance. Donny broke the silence first with a boyish grin. "Well let's test that theory, Sarah." She blushed and stared at him, embarrassed by what the others didn't know. Like Jack she had always had a crush on Donny, mostly due to the rumors about him and had been filled with bisexual curiosity about Jennifer and her deliciously tempting ta-tas.

Jennifer grinned at those assembled. "Truth or dare? Spin the bottle?" She suggested mischievously. Jack felt his heart jump at the prospect of getting any kind of action with Jenifer, but quickly quelled his feelings when Donny shook his head negatively. "No, I have a better idea." he remarked coolly. "How about we take a look around this place and see if we can find anything that might be fun to play with as part of a game?" Sarah's eyes lit up, as did Jennifer’s and they all looked to Jack. "All right". Jack commented, acting as composed as he could. "I'll check upstairs through the bedrooms. Sarah, why don't you and Jen check the basement for toys and Donny can check out the kitchen, dining room, and living room here?" The girls squealed and hopped up, gleefully heading to the task. He glanced back to Donny. "You up to this, D-man?" He asked with genuine concern. Donny nodded with a smile. "You bet. Honestly, I say we should take a page from your book, Big J. Try everything at least once, because life isn't worth living without risk." With that they stood, and Jack proceeded towards the rickety old stairs, the drunken swagger not quite as well hidden as he thought.

Donny watched Jack go and found himself wondering about the conversation. Even at his age, given the excitement he found with sexual risks, would he have gone that far? yeah, he probably would have. Unknown to either Sarah or Jack, Jennifer had some kinks of her own that he often enjoyed. electrostim was a common part of their intimate encounters and recently she had begun incorporating creatures into their sex life. Nothing so bestial as dogs or cats, but she had locked his hard cock in a plastic box with a swarm of ravenous crickets once and proceeded to watch and play with herself as the voracious insects had set in and eaten tiny little bites of skin off his dick. At the time she had said how she couldn't blame them for eating his dick, after all, it tasted so delicious! She had even teased him when the pain became too much and said she wasn't taking the box off until they were finished eating, even if it mean letting them eat the whole thing! After all, he did have plenty to spare.

At the time he had been consumed with pan and fear that she was serious, but she had taken his cock out of its perilous torture chamber only two minutes later. They had enjoyed and intense hour long sexual encounter afterwards. Ever since he had liked the idea of having his cock tortured and penectomy threats and play had got him going faster than anything else. He had returned the favor, with plenty of mastectomy play following and breast/nipple torture as well, turning her own line against her with "They taste so good" and "You'd be better off losing a few pounds of tit-meat." She had loved it though had expressed and displayed an obvious preference for biting and knife play on the receiving end.

He had barely finished looking through he bookshelves and old chest in the living room before both his search and ponderings were interrupted by a noise behind him. Glancing towards the sound, he found Sarah standing there with a curious look on her face and a jittery smile on her face. "Hey Sar, done already?" He inquired politely. She smiled and walked in to the living room, sitting down on the couch and tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Nah. I told Jen that I needed to go to the ladies room, grab another beer, and kiss Jack for good luck. She thinks she found some sort of old toy that might be fun and she's looking for all the pieces." She lowered her head and blushed shyly as she continued. "Sorry but I couldn't stop thinking about our conversation and I overheard you and Jack talking. Did you mean what you said earlier?" He cocked his head to one side curiously, an sat down next to her on the dusty couch, his movement punctuated by a burst of dust from the cushions.

"Which part?" He asked her in reply, still watching her carefully and wondering what she was getting at. "All of it. What we talked about as a group and what you told Jack about taking risks." Her words, and his were slurred slightly, not quite drunk but neither were they sober. He leaned back on the couch, intertwining his fingers together and raising them to set his palms on his head. He gazed at the ceiling thoughtfully before deciding that honesty was the best answer. "Yes I did. I mean, what's the point of a long life, if it isn't rich with experiences and adventures? I mean, not like doing anything stupid, but take a few risks, keep a few secrets and just make the most of what you have." He smiled and glanced at her through the corner of his eye. She smiled back and slid off the couch, kneeling before him.

She grinned wolfishly up at him as she wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. "I think so too. You know that I have a high metabolism, right? Well as a kid I used to gulp down my food all the time. I still do, and maybe its because of that that I don't gag or really put on weight. Not having a gag reflex has a lot of advantages you know." She purred into his abdomen.

He feigned innocence as he answered, sure he knew what she was getting at, and trying to buy time while he decided what to do. This was his best friend's girlfriend! yet he was aroused by her implications and food references at the same time, so much that rather than simply tell her no, her hesitated and debated whether to encourage her or not. "Like What?" He asked, sweetly, almost teasing. She sat up and began to unbuckle his pants, smiling at him in a sultry fashion. "You know what." She whispered. "You shouldn't play dumb, Donny, it doesn't suit you. And right now, what I want is what I have wanted to do to you since the day we met. I want to suck that big, thick dick of yours right off." She slipped his fly open and began digging for his swelling cock, deftly wrapping thin fingers around the base and forcefully yanking it free of his pants. His member, while at half mast, still topped a wobbly six inches in length and a girth that would have been impressive against any pickle or banana match up. She smiled as she stroked it gently up and down, encouraging its growth her eyes locked on to it as if entranced.

He gasped at her touch and glanced around nervously. "Wait, what about Jack?" He asked, not bothering to hide the urgency in his voice, hoping it would overshadow the tones of desire. "He's upstairs, passed out drunk in one of the old beds. He won't be awake for hours." She replied, her eyes never leaving his stiffening member. He gasped again as she rubbed a dollop of precum off the head with her thumb and deftly sucked the glistening morsel off the nail. "Mmmm... scrumptious... I wonder if your meat is as edible.." She leaned forward, mouth open and teeth bared towards the straining purple head. "Wait!" He pleaded nervously. "And Jennifer? She's your best friend and my girlfriend! What if she gets bored and walks back up here?" She stopped her hungry advance and stared up at him passionately. "Well I guess then we'd just have to see who gives better head. Didn't you know? I always thought you would have figured it out with that big brain of yours. I've always fantasized about both of you at the same time." With that, she leaned forward and gently blew warm breath through pursed lips across his purplish glans.

He gasped, the suddenness of it blinding him to all other concerns as his head, impossibly, flared in excitement. She leaned in a bit closer, whispering just loud enough that he could hear her and close enough to feel her hungry breath across his shaft. "This is how we make it bigger..." She snaked her little pink tongue out of her mouth and, catlike, slowly licked him from the base up to the tip, over and over again. His member swelled so powerfully to her touch, excited by the taboo, that he felt as if the head were about to split open like an overly squeezed grape. The image only spurred him on as he moaned softly. "This is how we make it harder..." She breathed across the glans, shiny and glistening with saliva as she leaned forward and began to kiss it all the way down. She reached the base, and licked her way back up before kissing down another side of the shaft, the arteries pulsing and twitching in eagerness.

She smiled, pulling her face away and staring at the bulbous treat atop his shaft, grinning broadly. With her index finger, she flicked his tip roughly, causing him to jerk in his seat and gasp. Wrapping her other hand around the base, she clenched her fist as hard as she could, turning the entire member a darker purple before she let go. Another glistening droplet appeared atop his crown and she leaned forward to lick her snack off of him. "Mmmm.." She commented as she swallowed. "Nice and ripe." His member had swollen to an amazing girth, almost doubling its former thickness and topped a whopping thirteen inch length. "Now that looks like a meal worth eating." She purred again, snapping her teeth suggestively.

He chuckled nervously at her, his smile like that of a little boy. "Wow you really love sucking cock don't you?" He asked, his voice cracking slightly. She grinned again and replied. "And eating it. I love it the smell, the texture the taste. You noticed how whenever we ate at the Diner I always had the mountain soup special? It's roasted testicles, and pan-fried penis, sliced and breaded into discs." He gaped at her in surprise. "Seriously? I always thought those were meatballs and kielbasa!" She giggled at his reaction, her own voice high and tinny like a little girl's. She moved her head closer and closed her eyes, drawing in the musky scent from base to tip slowly.

Donny glanced around nervously, in his excitement, his mind jumping at shadows for fear of being caught. As he did, his reaction made her look up at him and then follow his gaze around the room. "What's wrong?" She asked, nervously, though she didn't stop stroking and squeezing him with one hand, the other drawing her nails deeper and deeper down the shaft. "Nothing!" He responded quickly. "I just got this weird feeling like we're being watched." She giggled again her tones going sarcastic and spooky. "Its the Goblins, Donny! They see this thanksgiving sized meal and they want to eat it all up!" She teased, squeezing his sausage for punctuation.

He laughed low and nervously as she kept licking him, still teasing. "They're in the walls, watching through glory holes. When you fall asleep, they'll sneak in and bite off your dick, eating it all up!" He smiled nervously, then gasped again as she wrapped her lips just over the tip and kissed it sensually. "I bet you'd like that too, wouldn't you. To have some sexy little green black imp wrap her puffy little goblin lips around your dick and slowly bite it right off..." He gasped as she spoke, murmuring dreamily "Oh yes.. that would be so wonderful.." She giggled as she swirled her tongue around the head. "Well since you'll be dickless by morning, I guess i should make this really special, hmmm?" She moaned as she worked. "Let me teach those nasty Goblins how to really eat a dick. Let's be mean." She wrapped her lips around the head slowly and began to suck, allowing the pressure in her mouth to pull him deeper in to her throat. She kept going, swallowing his member whole, like a snake, drawing it closer and closer, in his mind, to the pool of digestive acid that it was destined to end up in.

He groaned in suspense, head thrown back, arms draped over the edges of the couch as she ate, whispering as she stopped at the halfway mark. "Oh Sarah.. yeah.. oh that feels great.. yeah.. be mean..." She finally popped off the tip and grinned at him. Then stared at the throbbing head. "I've always wanted to, you know. To eat one. Did you mean it, that you'd like to have it eaten? Can I.. Eat yours? For real? I mean really, real?" She whispered, her voice dropping in excitement as she breathed on its wet length. "Oh yes.." he moaned at her words, his mind lost between that being watched feeling and her tantalizing treatment. "Oh Sarah... please bite off and eat my dick..." She smiled and glanced towards the walls. "Okay. Sorry Goblins, but this one is mine. You can have Jack's dick, upstairs." She pulled closer to the head and exhaled sensually down it. "Donny... I'm serious. I'm going to deep throat you now... and when I reach the base.. I'm going to start chewing. And I'm not going to stop or come up until I've chewed through. I'm going to eat your dick right now."

With that, she sucked his head into her mouth and slowly slurped her way down the length.. halfway,, three quarters.. and finally the base, where she stopped and gripped him firmly with her teeth. Her throat bulged and distorted with the mass filling it, Donny himself glancing down in surprise, half expecting to feel his head burning as it reached her stomach still attached. Of course it didn't, but the thought was too much to ignore. "Do it, Sarah.. don't let me cum.. bite it off and swallow it right now. I want to feel you eat my dick.. just bite down as hard as you can, and don't stop until you've swallowed it all." He had barely finished the last words, as he felt her teeth begin squeezing together, rhythmically, harder and harder... true to her word, Sarah had stopped sucking his cock, but was now chewing at the thick shaft in earnest. She was biting it off, eating it right off of him and he couldn't wait for her to finish her meal.

More to come!