Jizzer of Aahs

Jizzer of Aahs

by R.E. Lavaque

Los Angeles, CA

It was a typical nice day in LA, but Dorothy was not a typical LA girl. She was 18 and a virgin.  If fact, Dorothy had never been touched by a boy or a man. She often fantasized about sex. All kinds of sex: gentle sex, rough sex, sex with her mouth, sex with a woman, sex in public. All kinds of sex. Most of all, she daydreamed of being a stripper. She didn't really know what a stripper did, but she once saw Demi Moore in Striptease and was entranced. What a body, what power she had. Dorothy too had studied dance for years and had the body to show for it. She would spend nights at home pretending to strip, doing a innocent tease for a non-existent audience. She still lived with her parents.

It was 7 o'clock on a late summer's evening and Dorothy was taking her daily walk with her dog Soso. Suddenly Soso went crazy, he jumped on Dorothy and, in shock, she dropped his leash.  Soso ran down the street and Dorothy went running after him.  He was lost. Dorothy kept looking and looking, walking for blocks in all directions, searching for her Soso.

After about 2 hours of looking, Dorothy noticed in front of her eyes was "The Pink Puppy", a strip club renowned for its sleaze.  Dorothy knew her dog wasn't inside the club, but this was her chance to see inside. She thought about what was inside often as she diddled herself to sleep.

At the entrance to the club stood a big black bouncer who asked Dorothy "Are you here for the dancing job, sweety.  You are a cute one. I can feel it in my pants already!" 

Dorothy shook her head quickly. "No", she answered, "I just came in to look for my dog, Soso. Have you seen him?"

"Sorry honey, there are plenty of dogs in here, but they all walk on two legs."

"Can I come in and look at a real strip club.  I've always wanted to see a real one.  I don't think I could become a stripper, really, but I love the idea of strippers, I

think they're neat." 

"Neat? these chicks are smoke'n hot, not NEAT."

"Can I come in and see what your dancer's do?  Can I talk to one?", Dorothy asked.

"Sure, maybe we can convince you to stay...", the bouncer muttered as he ushered Dorothy in.

The club was smallish.  It had just one stage about 20 feet in diameter and a pole in the middle.  Around the stage were bar stools for those who wanted a close-up view, and a few tables were scattered about.  Built into the walls of the club were what looked like love-seat compartments where customers could receive a lap dance, not very private. On the side of the stage was a beaded doorway to what looked like a more private area.  The room smelled of bad perfume, or lots of bad perfume, mixed with a slightly musky odor.

After getting over the initial shock, Dorothy sat in one of the bar stools watched the dancer on stage.  The dancer had a tattoo of a gecko covering her chest just below her smallish tits.  Her stomach was flat but not so flat as to reveal her abs. The dancer was throwing herself at the pole in the middle of the stage, swinging around in just a G-string.  Her body was perfect, or at least as perfect as one could tell in the non-stop flash lighting inside the club. 

Dorothy just stared and stared at the dancer. Wow, she was powerful, just like Demi Moore. The dancer strutted around the stage, music blaring, checking out the men and women assembled around her.  She lay down on the stage with her hards hanging onto the base of the pole and her legs spread, showing her covered mound to a young man eager to look.  The dancer then put her legs around the man's neck and pulled his head until it was within inches of her cunt. Dorothy imagined what she smelled like, sweat she was sure. The dancer suddenly ripped her g-string off, exposing her bald cunt underneath. Her clit was pierced. The young man was frozen. The dancer started to masturbate on stage. Dorothy could see the dancer's fingers getting wet, and could hear that distinctive squishing sound of a equally wet cunt. After about thirty seconds she freed the man and returned to dancing.  Dollar bills were flying toward the stage as the dancer spun around the pole, around and around.  Then the song ended everyone cheered, and the dancer left the stage asking the young man if he wanted something.

Dorothy sat stunned, as if she had just seen God, or the Devil.  She wasn't sure which.  Her face was completely red, flush with blood, and her pussy was starting to soak into her panties.  She noticed the dancer go through the beaded door with the young man.  The dancer was talking with another man there, exchanging some money or something like that.

A waitress came up to Dorothy and asked if she wanted a drink. While waiting for her drink, Dorothy checked out the lap dance scene around her. A redhead was gyrating on a guy "lap", he was grabbing her leg and squeezing her thigh.

"I heard that customer's can't touch the girls."  Dorothy stated naively to the waitress.

"The girls don't mind.  It's good for the tips.  See that light over there", she said pointing to a light over the door, "if it is red, that means that there may be a cop in the house so no touching, if green the coast is clear and they can go for it."

"Can I get a lap dance?"  Dorothy asked bravely.

"Sure, maybe Gecko Girl will do you when she is done with her customer."

Dorothy picked up her Diet Coke and took a big gulp.

A few minutes later, Gecko Girl came out from behind the stage and walked up to Dorothy: "I hear you want to try out the place. You're cute. I could really get into you." She made a biting motion with her mouth and smiled.

Dorothy was a bit confused about what she meant, but she got onto one of the love seats and sat waiting for whatever to happen.  She was game.

Gecko Girl started by climbing onto Dorothy and swinging her tits back and forth in front of Dorothy's face. She told Dorothy to stick out her tongue and then she rubbed her nipples against the tip Dorothy's tongue.  GG's nipples hardened, and her pussy started to twitch as it always did when she was turned on. Dorothy noticed the clit ring jiggle. Dorothy was having fun. Gecko Girl started to unbutton Dorothy's top. Dorothy was getting horney and started to feel a bit light headed.

Gecko Girl started asking questions, "You been here before?" "Are you looking for a job?" "Anyone know you came here?" "What kind of perfume are you wearing?". Dorothy answered the questions, she wasn't really thinking, just reacting. "Can I kiss you tits, baby" she asked.

"Sure," Dorothy answered, breathing heavily. She moved her hand under her skirt as GG removed Dorothy's tits from their bra.

The stripper kissed Dorothy's breasts, licked her nipples, licked up and down her chest from her neck down to her belly button.  She then grabbed Dorothy's wrists and help them against the wall above her head, and rubbed her own tits against Dorothy's tits. She started lightly and small, and gradually increased her motion, whispering into Dorothy's ear: "Let go. Let go.  Let go."

Dorothy didn't quite realize at this point that everyone in the club was watching her, watching her getting stripped and loved.

Gecko Girl then let go of Dorothy's wrists and to put her head in Dorothy's lap. In doing so, she moved one of her legs straight into the air exposed her pussy. Dorothy noticed some white gooey stuff that had run down Gecko Girl's leg.  She could smell it. It had a musty smell, not like a girl's smell. Dorothy asked the dancer: "What is that?"

Gecko Girl giggled: "That is a present from that cute guy."

Dorothy was in shock. What did she mean.  Was this sperm? cum? Dorothy was getting dizzy.  She wanted to get up but she started to shake.  Was it her legs?  Was it an earthquake?  After a few more seconds the lights started to move in all directions and Dorothy became completely disoriented. Her head began to spin, spin, spin, spin, ...

Welcome to the Land of Aahs

The next thing Dorothy knew, she was awake in a strange place. She was outside. It looked like Hollywood except there were no people and just one car, a car that had crashed into a house.  Inside the car was her dog Soso and what looked like a dead woman, a woman that Dorothy didn't recognize. Soso jumped out of the car with what looked like a penis in his mouth.  In fact is was a dildo, a pussy pink dildo.  Dorothy picked up the dildo and stared at it.  "What is this?" she asked out loud.

Before going any further I think I should describe this new Dorothy as she stood, dildo in hand:

Dorothy was about 5 1/2 feet tall, slim and sweet.  She wore white calf-high leather boots, with black fishnet stockings, slightly torn in a place or two.  Her black skirt, if you can call it a skirt, barely covered her ass and her pussy, and if she sat down, you could see that she was shaved, with a short "landing strip" in front. A thick studded black belt sat on her hips, flaring open like a 3 inch leather dress.  Her stomach was flat, white, and a little veiny. I would not call her fit or

anorexic, just alluring and perfect.  On the small of her back, just above the belt line, was a tattoo "If only these were real". Her bare mid-drift ended at the bottom of her ribs, above a black and white striped sweater holding her C cup breasts loosely.  As she walked they bounced only slightly, like the breasts of any 18 year old. Her face was attractive but not special, with short reddish hair, and

a red Bandana around her neck.  She knew how to walk, putting one foot in front of the other, that ass changing angle back and forth with each step. She had a nice smile and bit the corner of her lip to punctuate her talk. She looked available.

"It's a dildo, the ruby dildo of the Wicked Bitch of East LA."

Who was talking?  Dorothy saw nobody.  "Who's there?" she called.

Dorothy heard voices: "Is she dead?  Is the bitch dead?  I think she is dead?  The girl has the ruby dildo, the bitch must be dead!" coming from all around her.

Down the street a pink Cadillac convertible approached. In it is a busty blonde, very cute, and very L.A.  The blonde got out of the car and asked "What is going on here?  And who are you?"

"My name is Dorothy.  Are you a movie star?"

"No honey, I'm the Playmate of the North. See my shiny tits. When I flash these, everyone stops in their tracks."  She was right, Dorothy could do nothing but stare at those 44DD's.

"Did you get in a little accident there, sweety?"

"No, I think she just crashed into this building."

"I see you have the ruby dildo, you know what to do with that?"

Dorothy held up the dildo and looked at it.  It was in the shape of a cock.

"I've never seen one of these before," Dorothy answered.

Dorothy heard giggling surrounding her.

"No, here, let me put it where it belongs."  The blonde bombshell said as she waved her hands.

Dorothy felt something invade her down below.  She was confused. She bit her lip as she put her hand on the outside of her skirt and felt the invader, the ruby dildo, firmly lodged in her virginal pussy.  "Ouch, ooh, yikes."  she shrieked.

The dildo didn't quite feel right in Dorothy, but she would quickly get used to it.  For some reason, it would occasionally vibrate, calming Dorothy a bit, but never letting her reach orgasm.  This really didn't frustrate her because she had never been a slave to orgasms.  In fact, being a virgin, her only orgasms had come with her own hand, and those are never quite as pleasing as orgasms from another.

"Where am I?" Dorothy asked.

Dorothy looked around. Suddenly out of all of the houses came people, funny looking people.  All of the women wore pants with the crotches cut out.  All the men wore

metal around their private areas, like some sort of chastity belt, but for men.

"Who are you?" Dorothy asked.

One of the Munchpies answered: "You are in the Land of Aahs and we are the Munchpies. We've lived in fear for 10 years, ever since the Wicked Bitch of the East moved into our neighborhood. She was a cold cold person. She had sexual problems.  She couldn't cum.  So she wouldn't let any man cum until she did.  If a man would cum, she would cut off his dick and feed it to her pets. She installed cameras in every room of every Munchpie house to monitor every person. The only sex act we were allowed to perform was cunnilingus. She wanted all the men, and women, to practice eating pussy in hopes to find someone to get her off. But now we are saved by... What is your name?"

"Dorothy"

"Hurray Dorothy. Our Hero. Send for the lock pick, we can finally remove these nasty belts!"

Dorothy asked, "How do I get back home?"

"Where is home," asked the Playmate.

"L A" she answered.

"You are in LA, the Land of Aahs".

"No, Los Angeles".

"We have never heard of Los Angeles, is it a long ways away?"

Dorothy was sad. She was lost.

"How can I find my way home."  She asked again.

The Playmate answered: "I think you are going to have to ask the Jizzer, the Jizzer of Aahs. The Jizzer knows everything. The Jizzer can help you find the Los Angeles. The Jizzer will take you home."

Just then the locksmith arrived and chastity belts started flying every which way.  Dicks that were not hard for 10 years began to grow and grow.  Dorothy had never seen a hard dick.  She was fascinated.  That is where "cum" comes from, she thought to herself. Dicks seemed to come in all sizes and shapes, lengths and widths, some covered and some open.

The head Munchpie asked Dorothy if she had ever tasted cum.  "It has magical properties," he told her, "you can drink it, you can rub it, you can even bathe in it."

Dorothy thought the idea was bizarre, the only magical property she knew about cum was that it could get you pregnant. But she told the head Munchpie "I'm game."

"First you must strip, naked."

Dorothy blushed but slowly start to strip. First her belt, then her skirt and stockings and shoes. She looked down at her pussy and noticed for the first time that she was shaved.  "How did that happen?," she thought to herself. Dorothy realized that things were happening to her that she could not control, and while she was a bit scared, she was still game.

Dorothy continued to strip- off came the top (no bra) the finally even the Bandana. There she stood, on the streets of LA, a vision of beauty and sex, for all to admire. The Munchpie men leered at Dorothy with their dicks in hand, all of them hard, waiting to pounce on her and rape her to shreds. Instead, a rush of four Munchpie women grabbed Dorothy, one holding each wrist and each ankle.

The head Munchpie called out for a gold chalice to be brought out of the Munchpie Museum to collect first cum of every Munchpie.  The cup was put on a pedestal and the Munchpies dutifully came up two at a time: one man and one woman.  Some were sucked off, some fucked, some ass fucked, some tit fucked, but all unloaded into the cup. Dorothy looked as each shot flew, filling the cup a bit higher.  The amount of cum was enormous (after 10 years of not cuming, things back up.)  Dorothy was starting to get second, third, maybe even fourth thoughts about this.  She tried to move her hand, but the grip of the Munchpies was too tight.  She fought a bit. The women told her, "Don't fight it, it is your destiny." A single tear ran down Dorothy's face.

Dorothy looked at the chalice, almost overflowing with this gooey white liquid, just like what Gecko Girl had leaking from her pussy.  "It is time to accept this cum.  This represents the start of a long journey." the head Munchpie proclaimed as he held up the cup and started to pour it into her mouth. "Open up" he asked gently. She did not. "Open!" he exclaimed.  Again nothing. "If you do not open your mouth willingly, you can be made to open your mouth." he whispered to her as he pointed to a man in holding what looked like a vice with special grips to hold ones teeth open.

Dorothy couldn't think straight. She didn't really want to drink THAT MUCH CUM!  Maybe a spoonful of two, but not THAT MUCH CUM! But she finally gave into her fears as the man with the vice started to approach her. Her mouth was now wide open.

"Tilt your head back." the Munchpie commanded and Dorothy obeyed. He then tipped the chalice into her mouth, letting globs of cum drop into her mouth.  "Swallow!" he exclaimed as Dorothy felt someone twist her nipples, painfully, 180 degrees. Dorothy swallowed. After the first mouthful, the head Munchpies lifted the cup again, this time causing a flood of sperm to cover her face and flow down Dorothy's neck, her shoulders, over her tits, down her belly, her back, spilling over her cunt and her ass and down her legs.  She was covered with cum. 

More female Munchpies approached her. Some rubbed the cum into her skin, while others licked the cum and let it run down their own throats. After a few minutes she was in the center of so many women that she was invisible. She felt tongues on every part of her body, licking every drop of cum from her skin.

Tongues were on her neck.  She loved that. She was getting wet. Tongues were on her lips and in her mouth. She felt very sexy. Tongues were on her pussy, licking her clit. On her ass, getting every last drop of cum. Tongues were between her toes and in her armpits. Tongues were on her nipples, and behind her ears. Tongues were even licking her eye lids.

Dorothy stood there motionless, feeling, feeling, feeling more and more. Blood was draining from her head and filling her pussy, competing only with the pink dildo that had started to vibrate.  Another touch on her clit, she thought, and she could get to orgasm. She was so close. Another lick on her pussy, another on her neck. So close. Her nipples where being cleaned by a pair of swirling tongues, licking deep into her fleshy tits. So so close.

A final approach to orgasm was just ahead, a last lick on her clit, one more, a twinge, a small vibration away and then ...

Nothing. She was alone, standing on the street breathing more heavily than she had ever imagined, but no orgasm. It was only seconds away, but nothing. NOTHING! She tried to move her hand down to her clit to get over the top but she could not. She still could not move.

Dorothy opened her eyes.  There, standing in front of her was the Wicked Bitch of the West LA. The Bitch walked up to Dorothy taking out her riding crop and whipped Dorothy's tits and her stomach. Dorothy screamed. Whip, whip, whip, "Give me that ruby dildo, young girl, or I'll whip your nipples right off those perky tits of yours."

Dorothy yelped and fell to the ground as the whip hit the very tip of her left nipple.

The Playmate came up to the Bitch and told her.

"If you want the dildo, just go pull it out."

The Bitch approached Dorothy, still laying on the ground, and kicked her feet apart.  "Spread em, whore." She shouted as she raised her whip threatening to hurt Dorothy's little clit.  Dorothy complied. The Bitch knelt down and tried to grab the dildo but got a shock instead.

"Shit, I forgot that I can't take that thing back until this one is dead. Well, little girl, prepare to meet your maker."  The Bitch took her foot and was about to strangle poor Dorothy's neck as she lay on the ground when the Playmate kicked the Bitch to the ground.

"This is my turf, asshole.  Get the fuck out of here or I'll have these Munchpies eat you alive."

The Munchpies moved slowly in the direction of the Bitch and she spat on the ground. "I'll be back, my pretty, to see you fucked to death." and she disappeared as quickly as she had appeared.

It took Dorothy a few minutes to come back to her senses. She started to cry.

"I just want to go home. Please. Please."

The Playmate who told Dorothy, "Your destiny will not be found here with the Munchpies.  Your travels back home have just started.  Someday you may return here and but now you must find the Jizzer, the Jizzer of Aahs.  He will send you home."

Dorothy stood up and looked for her clothes.  "Is there a place I can wash up" she asked.  The head Munchpie directed Dorothy to his house.  She picked up her clothes, one by one, and headed for his house.  "How do I find this Jizzer guy?" Dorothy asked.

"Follow the double yellow line." the Playmate answered.

Dorothy looked around and saw double yellow lines going in all directions. "Which one?" she asked in frustration.

"Follow any one, honey. All roads lead to Rhinestone City. That is where you will find the Jizzer."

"Thanks." Dorothy called Soso to follow her as she went to take a shower and freshen up.  Her journey had just begun.

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