Celebrity Jerk-A-Thon Ch. 02

The parade of handsome, nude musicians sent the celebrities into an uproar. Seeing this fine display of male flesh forced many of the women to stand up on their chairs to get a better view. They jostled each other for position and made lewd comments about the size of the men's penises and which man had the nicest butt. The barrage of sexual slurs continued unabated until every man was seated—the din being so lively that the performers themselves were compelled to come out of tent to see what all the fuss was about.

"Blimey!" Joey remarked. "The whole fuckin' lot of 'em is bloomin' naked!"

"Let me see!" cried Olga. "I want to see!"

The Russian impresarios' charges were just as excited to watch the naked men as she was. The sight of the stern woman ogling all the nude musicians with the seven little men surrounding her prompted Barney to remark to Craig:Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. He said it softly enough so that no one but Craig could hear him, but it didn't stop Craig from laughing out loud just the same.

As soon as all the band members were seated, the orchestra broke into an old show song called, "I Want To Be Happy". Joey knew that he was to go onstage as soon as the song ended, so he diligently checked the Velcro fastening that secured his pants in place and then took his position at the door of the tent awaiting his cue. He glanced over at Ashley and Mary Kate, who were standing only a few yards to his right. Both of the girls gave him the "thumbs up" sign and wished him luck.

"Thank you, my dears," the dwarf said. "This should be a ripper!"

Joey had prepared a stage number that he had much success with when he performed with his world famous international circus. The song was called, "I May Be Small, But I'm Mighty," a ribald, foot stomping offering that he assured the twins always brought the house down. He had sung a little bit of the song to them earlier in the day and had both girls laughing their heads off. He now smiled broadly at the twin lovelies, his right hand reaching down to his crotch to once again adjust the Velcro fasteners.

"I hope these damn things keep my pants up until the big moment!" he said to the girls, looking a little annoyed.

A few moments later the orchestra finished their opening number and now it was Joey's turn to entertain the crowd.

As soon as the celebrities saw the little man waddle onto the stage in his Australian bushman getup, they went berserk. In addition to his extremely baggy pants, he wore his traditional bushman hat and oversized black leather boots. In his mouth was an unlit cigar, a prop he had adopted soon after watching "A Night At The Opera," and a blatant nod to his affinity for Groucho Marx. He stood center stage and bowed politely to the audience. And then the music began.

It was a song whose meter was in cut time, like a polka. He stood motionless in the middle of the stage for a few moments and then broke into a little dance. His enormous balls bounced up and down underneath his pants as he gracefully made his way from one side of the stage to the other, always with a smile on his face. Finally, he began to sing:

Hi there, my name is Joey, Joey, Joey Balls,

I'm here to entertain you, all you little cupie dolls,

I know you must be wondrin' what's beneath these pants unfurled,

They ain't nothin' but my beauties, two of the Seven Wonders of the World!

And with that, Joey thrust his hips outward toward the crowd and the Velcro fasteners that held up his pants came undone, revealing his prick and an astounding set of testicles to an awe-stricken audience.

At first the majority of the women simply fell silent, and then gawked openly at the sight. Ashley and Mary Kate, long looking forward to seeing Joey's equipment for themselves, stared in utter astonishment as the dwarf danced merrily up and down the stage, his huge balls swinging back and forth like two casaba melons hanging in a net. It was too much. Both sisters joined the rest of crowd as they erupted into laughter and applause.

As Joey danced, he continued to sing:

Some folks they find me charmin',

As charmin' as a bloke can be,

But if you find my balls alarmin'

It'll do you well to remember,

I may be small, but I'm mighty!

For the finale, Joey invited Brooke Burke, Kate Winslet, and Jessica Alba to come onstage. It wasn't long before he coaxed them into fondling his pendulous ball sack. He even got the girls to sing along with him for the final Chorus as they all danced around the stage together. The applause was deafening.

"Thank you ladies, thank you," the little man said to the audience as he bowed over and over again.

At the urging of the crowd, Brooke gave Joey a big kiss. The tan and lithe beauty then took it upon herself to reach out her hand and caress Joey's nut sack. "I'll bet you have a lot of seeds in those melons," she jibed.

"Nothing short of a gallon's worth my dear," Joey answered with a big grin.

"Jerk it off!" a voice called out from the crowd. This was followed by more requests that soon took on the form of a chant.

Joey looked a bit unsure of himself. "Well, I hadn't expected to..."

"Go ahead," Mary Kate shouted to him. "Give the girls what they want."

"But I haven't finished my routine yet," the dwarf replied. "What about my jokes?"

"Forget the jokes," Ashley said. "Everybody wants to see what you've got stored up in those huge nuts of yours."

"We want to see some huge ropes, Joey!" Mary Kate demanded. "Jerk it!"

It wasn't said as a request. It was an order.

"Well, okay, miss. If that's what everybody wants, I'll oblige."

Joey started to masturbate, slowly at first, and then with increasing rhythm. At some point Brooke removed his hand and replaced it with her own, much to Joey's surprise and delight.

"I hope you don't mind," she said to Joey. "I just can't resist."

She pulled on his huge organ with increased speed, giggling at the sight of his gargantuan balls swaying back and forth in tandem with her strokes. Mary Kate and Ashley moved to the front of the stage and stood a few feet to Joey's right, watching intently as Brooke worked the dwarf's ten-inch shaft closer to orgasm. Kate and Jessica stood on Joey's left, but when they moved closer to watch Brooke masturbate him, Joey warned them to stand far away.

"You don't want to be caught in the line of fire," he said to the women. "This one's going to be a gusher!"

"It certainly is!" Brooke remarked, her right hand pumping the tense flesh of Joey's turgid prick with ever increasing speed.

Mary Kate was fascinated by the size of Joey's balls and was curious to see if his size had any direct correlation to the amount of semen he could produce. "I'll bet he creams at least a few quarts," she said to Ashley.

"At least."

"Ropes, Joey," Mary Kate said to the dwarf. "We want to see lots of ropes."

"What's that miss?" Joey replied, perplexed. "Ropes did you say?"

"Ropes of sperm," Ashley explained. "We love to see long jets of cum...ropes, you know."

Brooke laughed. "I don't think you'll have long to wait for those ropes, girls!"

Joey's prick was now fully extended, the huge purple head glistening with a patina of pre-cum. Brooke's hand was almost a blur, moving up and down the dwarf's slick meat stick with abundant ease. The crowd teased him mercilessly, chanting Mary Kate's favorite mantra, "ropes, ropes, ropes..."

At the base of the stage, and situated on Joey's left and right, were the camerawomen, their video cameras recording every moment. Flashbulbs were firing off one after the other in an effort to capture the impending orgasm. Finally, after a full five minutes of determined stroking, Joey's proud penis could take no more. His balls, rising in their sack, were a signal to every woman present that the dwarf was ready to surrender his vast amounts of spunk to Brooke's incessant stroking. Joey looked out at all the beautiful faces encouraging him to cum. Such loveliness, such wantonness. He had never felt so alive.

"I give him ten seconds," Mary Kate told Ashley.

"Start counting," Ashley replied, her eyes fixed on Joey's tool.

Mary Kate liked to pride herself on predicting the exact moment of a man's ejaculation, but this time she was off by five seconds. With a growl, the dwarf's penis reared back and fired off a thick, hot jet of white spunk, just as Brooke's hand reached the tip of the shaft. It was a violent eruption, with the cum shooting out a good ten to fifteen feet into the air. The entire crowd gasped at once, their incredulous gazes unable to comprehend the prodigious amount of sperm that just been launched from Joey's remarkable tool.

"He was right!" Mary Kate squealed. "It's a fucking gusher! Go Joey! Ropes! Ropes!"

On her next upward pull, Brooke forced another giant cum blast that sailed out into the front seats where Beyonce and her friends were standing. They had to dodge quickly to avoid getting hit, but the woman standing behind the singing star wasn't so lucky. She took the hit head on.

"Oh fuck!" she cried. "Right in the eye!"

It was some minor starlet who had been hit. The crowd reacted with glee as she searched frantically for something to wipe the sperm from her face. Meanwhile Joey was just getting started.

"Some more! Some more!" the audience chanted.

And Joey delivered.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven huge shots of cum flew out of his prick in quick succession. Brooke laughed when she saw the unending stream of spunk and invited Kate and Jessica to gently squeeze Joey's balls with the intent of encouraging more sperm production. This they two women did, and sure enough, Joey responded with another half dozen creamy salvos, earning him the gratitude of the fascinated crowd.

Brooke's arm was now growing tired and she asked Kate and Jessica take over. The two women stood on either side of Joey, pulling viciously on his cock with their hands. Another barrage of hot sticky sperm found its way beyond the lip of the stage, some of the spunk landing in the orchestra pit. Ashley and Mary Kate laughed uncontrollably when they heard one of the band members cursing because he had gotten hit with an errant volley of cum.

"Heads up!" Mary Kate laughed.

It was an impressive orgasm, and by the time he was done ejaculating, the ever-efficient Ashley had counted no less that two dozen separate ropes of sperm jettisoned by Joey's now softening penis.

"It's those fucking balls of his!" Mary Kate explained. "They hold so much cum."

"I think it's great," Ashley said, watching Joey take a bow. "The crowd loves him."

"And we have it all on tape."

That thought made Ashley smile.

Joey thanked Brooke, Kate and Jessica for giving him a "hand" and then thanked the crowd for their appreciation of his sexual talents. The three women walked off the stage to a round of applause as Joey walked back toward the tent.

"You were great," Ashley said to the dwarf, his clothes in hand.

"Absolutely!" Mary Kate added. "Go get dressed and relax."

"Thank you, ladies," Joey replied, looking exhausted but immensely satisfied. "I intend to."

Joey's performance had been nothing less than superb. The little Australian man from the Outback had put on quite a show and the twins were elated. But his act, as good as it was, was nothing more than a warm-up for what followed.

It was the twin's initial reaction that tipped the audience as to what was about to happen. Ashley was the first to lay eyes on the men moving past her onto the stage, and she let out an audible gasp. Mary Kate, at first unaware of what was occurring because her attention had been diverted by someone in the audience, now turned her head to the side to see what had attracted her sister's interest.

Walking onstage in a precise and stately manner were the three Maasai warriors: Mbatiany, Senteu, and lastly, King Matumba, all of them resplendent in their traditional tribal dress. Mary Kate and Ashley looked like munchkins next to these giant, lumbering figures, all well over 6' 5" tall and each carrying a seven-foot long spear. The women in the crowd were nothing less that awestruck at the sight of these mythical-looking warriors, and even the most inebriated amongst them stood slack-jawed, staring in utter amazement at the behemoths standing silently, proudly, at the center of the stage.

"I didn't know they were going to dress up like that," Ashley said, her eyes focused on the three men. "They look incredible!"

Mary Kate grinned broadly, her face registering the same wonderment as the crowd. "Christ Ash, do you think the other two guy's dicks are a big as the King's?"

Ashley chuckled to herself because she had thought that very same thing when she first laid eyes on the two men. "One can only hope," she replied.

The audience was now quite silent, waiting patiently for something to happen. Many of the women began hurling catcalls at the warriors, demanding they do something. They didn't have to wait long.

From somewhere in the back of the orchestra the sound of African drums began beating out a steady, measured tempo that was carried by the gentle ocean breeze over the heads of the curious onlookers. Other percussive instruments were soon added to the mix, creating a rich tapestry of sound that was both incessant and enervating, its seductive, hypnotic beat inducing the crowd to move their collective bodies in tandem to its undulating rhythms.

The three men began to dance; at first slowly, and then with increasing speed as their individual routines became more complex. The tribal dance they were performing was actually a symbolic representation of a hypothetical animal hunt, the men waving their spears high in the air as if to strike out at some imaginary prey. For the most part, all their movements were highly coordinated, which indicated that they had either performed this dance many times before or it was a well-rehearsed routine designed specifically for this particular event. Whatever it was, the dance itself was a study in grace, elegance, and superior ability.

Around the stage the warriors went, sometimes making savage faces at the women or waving their spears at them in a mock-threatening posture. And all the time the tempo grew faster and faster until the three men looked as if they were going to crash into each other. The twins were amazed at how the warriors' complicated dance movements were executed in such a seemingly effortless way. The crowd, too, were equally spellbound as they watched the men leap high into the air only to land on their feet with the utmost precision, evocative of their singular physical stamina and a testament to their artistic skill.

As the warriors' dance continued, six women from the King's tribe came dancing onto the stage holding paper mache images of a lion, a rhino, and an elephant. The women joined in the elaborate dance, swirling around the stage in a frenzy of excitement, the animal images they held poised high above their heads. It was as if these props had themselves become part of the dance, so elegantly were they wielded.

Mary Kate and Ashley were enraptured by the dynamism of the dance unfolding before their eyes. Neither girl had ever seen anything quite like it. The crowd echoed their hosts' responses, so enthralled were they by the mesmerizing tribal dance.

Now the six beautiful Kenyan women began to lay down their images in front of a tall wooden wall on the far left section of the stage, positioning them against the wall sideways so that the flanks of the images were exposed to the warriors' spears. As the women gingerly danced their way behind the three men, each man raised his spear and, on the King's command, hurled their weapons at the images. The music suddenly came to a halt as the weapons flew across the stage. The crowd let out a huge roar as each spear found its mark. And where the spear had penetrated, a cloud of red dust appeared, symbolizing blood. The applause was deafening.

"That was fucking great!" Mary Kate shouted into her sister's ear.

"It's not over yet," Ashley said, noticing that the women were now helping the warriors to remove their robes.

As the one-piece garments came off, the audience screamed with wild abandon. Mbatiany was the first to disrobe, then Senteu, and finally the King himself. Both sister's presumptions about the size of each man's penis was now visibly confirmed: Mbatiany and Senteu did indeed rival their king in both the astonishing length and width of their penises.

"I knew it!" Mary Kate exclaimed, moving closer to get a better look at the men's equipment. "These guys are fucking hung!"

Even semi-erect, as all three men now were, their cocks were an imposing sight. Ashley thought she was looking at a threefold abnormality, such was the image presented to her eyes. She knew the King's dick was two feet in length because she and Mary Kate had seen it up close once before. Both girls had even touched it and had played with his equally large scrotum. But to see a similar appendage on the other two men was completely beyond her expectations. Taking her sister's hand, she walked in front of the men, inspecting each cock as though they were on display at some meat market. She then turned to the ecstatic crowd.

"Have you ever seen anything like this, ladies?" she shouted into the microphone.

"No!" came the overwhelming response, followed by roars of laughter.

The King and his companions smiled. "It's time," he said to his tribeswomen.

Stepping back, the King allowed the women to come forward and fondle Mbatiany and Senteu. Three women to each man, they began to stimulate each man's penis with energetic and long strokes, using a bottle of white lotion as hand lube. As the women masturbated each man, the drums once more began to play, slowly building in intensity to match the efforts of the women.

"They cum soon now," the King said to the twins. "Not powerful cumshot as mine, but still good."

"What about you?" Mary Kate asked the King. "Don't you want to shoot your load too?"

The King chuckled. "I am hoping you help King with that."

"Oh!" Ashley laughed. "You were, were you?"

"Please," the King implored. "It would make for good show."

The girls really didn't need much encouragement. Mary Kate openly expressed her desire to her sister that she wanted to jerk the King's big dick off at the first opportunity. And although Ashley was not as forthcoming, being the more demure of the two, she nonetheless harbored a secret desire to masturbate the huge prick as much as her sister did.

"Yes?" the King asked, searching Ashley's face.

"Okay," Ashley replied. "But only if you let us use our extended masturbation cream. We're going to need it on that big tool of yours."

The King laughed heartily. "Anything you wish, my beautiful ladies! Anything you wish!"

Mary Kate was thrilled. "As soon as these two guys get off, I'll get the cream out of my pocketbook."

Suddenly the King and the twins' attention was drawn to the two warriors as the music rose to a crescendo. It was clear that both men were now on the verge of shooting their respective loads. In the front row stood a few celebrities that the girls had not noticed before. Wearing a skimpy pink blouse that revealed her extruding cleavage was Christina Aguilera. And to her right was Andrea Corr, looking as beautiful as ever with her long brunette hair and sexy blue bikini. Both women were very vocal in coaxing the two men to cum. And as the lovely Kenyan woman stroking Senteu pulled up on the warrior's fully expanded shaft, a thick white rope of sperm shot out of the tip with portions of the milky fluid hitting both Christine and Andrea head on.

King Matumba laughed at the sight of the two women, their upper bodies doused in sperm. "Senteu always come first. Like a fucking horse!"