Archive-name: Fantasy/sauroid2.txt
Archive-author:
Archive-title: 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.  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."

    TO BE CONTINUED

--