My Only Talent Ch. 31

"That's my girl." The blonde murmured. "Suck it, suck it - now bite it!"

Dorothy gave her it her best. Then the blonde pulled back and slapped Dorothy even harder than she had slapped the professor.

"You've got real potential, honey!" she cried.

She stuck her finger in the jam jar, wetting it with red jam, and then swiftly rubbed it between her legs. She held the finger up under Dorothy's nose, and Dorothy knew her nostrils were flaring as she drank in the smell. Then the finger was in her mouth, and she sucked it just as hard as she could. It tasted weird, but it got her hot. The finger left her mouth and went under her chin, lifting her eyes up to meet the blonde's.

"When you are ready for more training, you let me know." She said softly.

Then she turned and moved over in front of Rock Tappert. "Your wife is almost ready. I hope you enjoy the show. I know she will!"

Dorothy could actually hear Rock Tappert's heart thudding in his chest. His legs vibrated like a flag fluttering in a strong breeze. His face was redder than the jam. The sun was almost fully set. A burnt orange sliver still hung above the horizon.

Suzanne strutted up to the seated trio and began to speak. Dorothy was surprised at how deep and commanding her voice was.

"Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to a very unusual evening. You are now part of the UDT family - you will never be same again after this night."

The sun then completely disappeared below the horizon. "Sunset!" Suzanne bellowed. "Let the fun begin."

All the lights went off. The only illumination was the faint red orange glow reflected from the clouds low in the western sky. There was some movement near the center of the arena, and Dorothy thought she could see a pretty large group of people walking towards them.

Suzanne spoke again. "Most of you have heard the saying that 'the heart wants what the heart wants'. But some of you know that sometimes it is more correct to say that 'the pussy wants what the pussy wants'. Tonight, you are going to see a woman getting what her pussy really wants. This is just for us gathered here. You will never talk to anyone about this. After tonight, you will never even talk about it with those who are here tonight. But she will never forget it, nor will you!"

All of the light towers came on at once. The light was momentarily blinding.

When her eyes adjusted, Dorothy saw a female form up on the rodeo chute not twenty feet from their chairs. It was Veronica Tappert! She had on white gloves, white stockings that ended just above her knees, a long white stiff leather collar that held her neck up and out, and her hair was tied up in a burnt orange and white bandana. Otherwise, she was naked. She was suspended with her abdomen on that little saddle that sat on a thick pipe about three feet off the ground, with her legs spread widely, and leather straps at her knees and ankles supporting her weight. Another set of leather straps held her arms out slightly above the level of her shoulders. She looked like some kind of erotic marionette show. Her fingernails, toenails, and lips were painted burnt orange.

Rock Tappert vibrated again in his chair. He chanted something unintelligible under his breath, and then sobbed. Veronica was totally bathed in light now, and every part of her was exposed and easy to see.

Dorothy saw that the group of people had reached Veronica. There were several dozen young men, and about a dozen females. All the men had on cowboy chaps, leather boots, and little 'Lone Ranger' style masks, with nothing else, except that each had a white square on their chest with numbers, like at a 10K run. She tried to scan the numbers, and the highest one she saw was 50. Were there really 50 men there? The females had no numbers, and all wore a pair of white panties, and nothing else. They milled around Veronica, looking closely at her, but not touching her.

Suzane spoke again, her voice powerful. "Members of UDP and trusted guests, I give you our plaything for the evening! Take a few minutes to welcome her and warm her up a little before the real action starts."

The group surged in around Veronica, touching her and commenting about her body.

"Nice nipples."

"I like the way your legs look." A pause. "They feel nice too!"

Several of the woman touched and kissed Veronica. Most all of the men rubbed her face or breasts or legs with their cocks. She groaned and quivered.

Suzanne spoke again. "Everyone on your marks, the show is about to begin!"

The men lined up according to their numbers, from #1 on the left to #50 on the right, with 25 men flanking Veronica on either side, with the dozen or so women distributed among them, perhaps standing with their dates? Dorothy Lillehammer was stunned. Surely they didn't intend that...

"We bid our new faculty advisor and his wife welcome to Texas, and to a very interesting evening with UDP. In Texas, football is a year round sport." Suzanne's deep voice commanded silence and attention. "Fall football you are familiar with, they even play that at Virginia Tech, although not so well lately! And I suppose they have spring football practice, too. Here in Texas, football recruiting is a year round passion, but especially so after spring training ends. But in the hot summers, the dedicated football fans follow seven on seven football, which is the primary reason why so many quarterbacks from Texas are starting at major college programs and in the NFL."

Rock Tappert was truly Red Tappert now, especially in the face, and he was twisting in his chair to try to get a better view of his wife Veronica. Veronica, for her part, was looking back and forth trepidatiously at the long line of numbered males: short and tall, buff and skinny, and in all colors from pasty white to very dark black. Dorothy couldn't help but to think about what it would be like to have them all waiting in line for her. She hoped her husband couldn't hear her labored breathing. She could clearly hear Veronica's breathing between Suzanne's words.

"In any football game, one of the most exciting plays is the interception - especially those that are returned all the way back down the field for a touchdown. They call it a 'pick six' - suddenly, unexpectedly, savagely, the other team is inexorably penetrating all your defenses and pushing hard all the way into your most precious and previously well- guarded territory, your end zone. "

Dorothy gasped. Rock Tappert groaned. Veronica sighed.

"You are going to enjoy a little 'pick six' of you own tonight, Professor! You get to pick the six men that will penetrate all of your wife's defenses, score multiple touchdowns, and make one of her hottest fantasies come true. As a bonus, if you pick a man whose girlfriend is here with him tonight, she gets to have her way with the lovely Veronica, too!"

A hush fell over the crowd. Then about half of the dozen or so girlfriends, at least those that wanted a shot at Veronica, began pitching their boyfriend's wares. A compact and very muscular UDP member wearing #14 was pushed forward by his girlfriend, a brunette at least six inches taller than he was, with big breasts and nipples that were currently very erect.

"Choose #14! Dynamite comes in small packages, let me tell you. He is fit, and strong, and he lasts a long, long time!"

Dorothy was fascinated with the girl's nipples, but she couldn't help but giggle at her sales approach. She found herself speaking before she thought about it.

"That may not be a plus in this situation, sweetie." Professor Lillehammer turned and stared at his wife.

She suddenly realized she had spoken aloud and clamped her mouth shut. She tried to cover it with her hands, but the handcuffs made that impossible. The girl took her comment as a challenge.

"I bet you'd like to lick my nipples, too, wouldn't you lady?"

Further conflict was avoided as several other dates paraded their boyfriends in front of Rock Tappert. Dorothy was amazed to see him break out in a big smile.

*******

Robbie was amazed at Red Rock Tappert's reaction. This was supposed to drive him completely insane, but he looked like he was enjoying himself. Really enjoying himself. Robbie's curiosity about the Tapperts must have triggered a Suzie snooping impulse, and suddenly he was tuned into both Veronica and her husband, the first time that had ever happened. Her carrier signal was strong, and her fantasy images were shimmering and vibrant: she was digging what was about to happen. The weird thing was, so was her husband. He was not tuned in, Suzie-wise, as far as Robbie could discern, but he was sending his own strange and funky long wavelength male desire signal that somehow harmonized with his wife's excitement!

Robbie had certainly not seen that coming. It was like he was listening in on a Suzie version of an old 'party line' telephone and he could hear both sides of the 'conversation' between husband and wife. He could even sense some of Rock Tappert's emotions. The only thing that was making him anxious right now was the chance that he might not select the 6 guys that would get his wife off the best! Robbie was stunned.

Suzanne pressed against him on his right, and put her arm behind him and slipped her left hand into his pants, caressing his buttocks.

"Six might be too much for me, but it looks like it is just right for Professor Taggert's hot wife. How did you know this would work for both of them, Robbie? You are such an interesting man!"

Taggert did pick #14, and then #43, our only Samoan UDP member, who looked like a football nose guard but was actually a microbiology major and a clarinetist in the Longhorn marching band. Little Liz pulled Ralph to the fore, using his huge dick, which amazingly made Rock Taggert smile. He picked Ralph, and Liz gave out a whoop, explaining that he got a bonus because Ralph had two girlfriends here tonight. Three down and three to go, so to speak.

Rock Taggert had to undergo three days of 'required diversity training' before reporting to his professorship at ESU, and some of it must have sunk in, because he next picked the very blackest UDP frat rat ever, a huge Nigerian shot putter who was supposedly a distant cousin of the Acho brothers. He then picked Juan 'Big Chile' Talemantes, who was from Monterrey. His father was a professor at Monterrey Tech and he was the only UDP brother who liked his food even hotter than I did. He often ate handfuls of raw Chile Pequin peppers to win bets, and seldom had to pay for his drinks as a result.

His final pick was Husky Varna, who stepped forward and actually tried to shake Professor Taggert's hand, before he realized the handcuffs made that impossible. Mighty mannerly of you there, podnah!

"Ooh! Good choice." Suzanne breathed. "Who is that?" She was popping the exact same kind of Suzie signal that Lynn Da Britain had sent for him. Damn it. Do all women react that way to him?

"That's a new member I am recruiting. Looks like he is enjoying our evening so far."

"Since he has no pockets, we can be sure that's not a frog in his pocket!"

Lara stood next to him on his left, and Candy was backed up in front of him, such that he was very aware of her ass cheeks pressing against the metal codpiece of his 'Master' costume. He smelled all three of the girls next to him, each wearing a different perfume, and each modulated uniquely by a little perspiration and a little excitement. The assembled audience was murmuring, and the insect noises had picked up now that it was dark. The crowd was speculating on who would do what to whom, and when. Moths fluttered through the beams from the lighting towers, which seemed actinic and bright. In the background, cattle noises and bird calls mixed with the insect noises. Way off in the distance, a spring thunderstorm boomed its bass song. Was it moving this way?

A phrase popped into his mind, unbidden. "The roar of the greasepaint, and the smell of the crowd." It was a play he had attended with his mother, once again in support of one of her accounting students with Thespian tendencies. It seemed somehow an appropriate image tonight. Robbie had brought all this together, constructed the scene and chosen the players. Was he getting cocky? He had projected some of his worst fears onto Rock Tappert, but it seemed the young Professor was going to be very happy that he had. Where else in the world could a scene like this be played out? What starts here changes the world, right? It takes all kinds to make a world. Which kind was Suzanne? Which kind was Robbie?

*******

Dorothy's excitement grew to a fever pitch as she watched Rock Taggert pick 6 young men to ravish his wife. She knew this was one of Veronica's biggest sexual fantasies, and it was about to be fulfilled in a spectacular fashion. Dorothy realized she was a little hot under the collar, and wet under the panties, too.

The little short girl and her tall friend walked over to Veronica, holding hands with an average looking guy. Except he had the biggest cock Dorothy had ever seen. She had watched some pretty funky pornos at her youngest cousin's bachelorette party a year ago, but none of the male porn stars had anything on this guy. If he had in a photograph she would have believed it was Photo-shopped and not real, but as he walked it moved very realistically. He stopped about ten feet from Veronica and watched with his hands on his hips as his two girlfriends walked over to Veronica.

"Don't worry honey. Ralphie is not going to go first. He might take a little getting used to, if you know what I mean!"

But it looked as if the tall girl next to her was going to go first. She was lean and muscular, an athlete of some stripe, and she looked very erotic in the blueish light from the lamps on the towers. She sauntered over and stood next to Veronica's shoulders. All the talking stopped, and everyone's attention was now on Veronica.