Last week I got an unwelcome call from Mrs. Giggles, one of them I receive periodically. "George," she ordered me in her whiny, nasal voice. "I'm horny again. Bring yourself and four other authors over to take care of it. Be sure you bring that sexy Raven; you know how much I want to eat her hot little cunt."
"Yes, Mrs. Giggles." Because of her prominence as an erotica critic, I and all the other Literotica authors had to do her bidding and when she said she was horny, that meant we would have to go and attend to her needs. I didn't like having to do it and I know most of the other authors didn't like it either but we realized that taking one for the team was something that sometimes had to be done.
I decided to call Raven first. She is one of the few, maybe the only one, who would actually go willingly. She has a very sensitive and juicy pussy and Mrs. Giggles, whatever you might say against her, would do a really good job of eating her out. Because of the reviewer's known skill, Raven agreed with alacrity.
Besides myself, I would need at least one other man. It had to be somebody really hung because he would fuck the old broad's pussy while I was fucking her ass. I decided on Belegon, because he is young and strong and would be able to really fill her up and get her off, at least once, hopefully more than that. With some reluctance, he agreed. His chore and mine would not actually be all that onerous, nor would Raven's, so the easy part was done.
Because she is so sweet, I decided to call Honey for one of the other openings. "Aw, Geez, George, do I gotta?" she asked me when I told her what I wanted her to do.
"Yes, Honey, I'm afraid you must. After all, somebody has to, and you are the best suited for the chore. I'm going to be there, and Raven and Belegon and you don't hear us bitching, do you?"
"That's different. Raven is gonna sit on her face and have her pussy eaten and you and Belegon will be fucking the old battleaxe. You guys got it made. What she'll want to do with me is play with my ass and pussy with her bony fingers. If I wanted that, I could do it a hell of a lot better myself."
"I tell you what, Honey. Just go along with the program and let her frig you and get you off and I will edit the next story you submit. What do you say to that?"
She thought about it for a few seconds. "Make it the next two stories and you got a deal."
I don't really mind editing Honey's stories but I couldn't give in too easily. "Okay, two of them, but make them short stories. No more than 5,000 words."
Honey agreed to that and I needed one more. Mrs. Giggles has some pretty definite ideas of what she wants, and I would have to go along with her demands. For one thing, she insists on a DP and Belegon and I would be taking care of that. She also wants a pussy to eat or a cock to suck and, on that occasion, it would be Raven's pussy. Two people would be masturbated, preferably one man and one woman. One would be Honey, which meant I would have to find some male author who was horny enough to be willing to be jerked off by her cold and bony old fingers. I was going to talk to the ones who had already agreed and ask for suggestions but, before I could do that, Hugo Sam volunteered for the job. Apparently, one of the others had contacted him and suggested he do so.
With myself and the other four set, I called Mrs. Giggles again so she could tell me the day and time. After we set it for the following afternoon, she sprang a very unwelcome surprise on me.
"That's when the other four get here, George. I want you here to eat me out earlier than that, and get me off a couple of times so I can enjoy what you and the others do for me later. I've read enough of your stories that I know you like eating a juicy cunt and I want you to give me as much fun as you give the women in your stories."
I gulped at that and tried to beg off. "Mrs. Giggles, that's just fiction. I'm not really all that good at eating pussy."
"I don't believe you, George, and you'd better be here and do it right, if you know what's good for you. Now, I'll have no more whining. I'll see you tomorrow." After that, she hung up without saying good-bye or anything else.
I was stuck, and I knew it. Although I really like eating pussy and all the stories I have written about myself are true, I hated the thought of getting my face between Mrs. Giggles's bony thighs. Her crotch is about the skuzziest one I know of and, to make it worse, she covers up her own foul odor with strong perfume.
Since I knew what was good for me, though, I was there at the appointed hour the next day. Raven and the other martyrs were scheduled to arrive later, after I would have already suffered the tortures of the damned. She was waiting for me, naked, reminding me of a skinny spider, and she led me to the bed that waited in her lair. Once there, she removed her dentures and put them in a glass on the nightstand. Obscenely, she sprawled on the silk sheets and pillows, grinned lewdly and gave me my orders.
"Get to work, George. And make it good. Start on my tits like you always write about."
Sometimes I wish I weren't so transparent in my writings, describing what I like to do. Tentatively, I stroked her first nipple with my tongue. It wasn't bad; I've certainly had my tongue in worse places than that. At first it felt flabby but after licking it a few more times, it started to become erect, and I could feel the tiny ridges pleasing the sensitive tip of my tongue. I continued licking, using broader strokes.