Free The Autobiography of a Flea, Book 4 by Anonymous

You have drunk the potion. You will be perfectly ready for any contest of sexual endurance within a few minutes.”
    “By the stenchless turds of Zeus!” exclaimed the exuberant Greek, staring proudly at his own cock and thumping it lightly, causing it to waggle back and forth stiffly, “now I'll not only hammer that stupid pig's empire away from him but I'll outfuck his best effort until he's been wretchedly humiliated and made the laughing stock of this very palace of bawdy enterprise!”
    That cocky Greek was all winner if I ever saw one.

CHAPTER V
    Bullpole awaited the greek as that grinning contestant was escorted into the room containing a brace of broad couches by a docile-faced little attendant who led the scheming man to one of the wide beds and helped him lay himself upon it, after gently assisting him to divest his body of the single garment he wore.
    “Are you ready, old friend?” asked Bullpole in a languid voice. “Servants will bring each of us a girl as we indicate by gesture.”
    “Ready indeed,” replied the smirking Greek.
    “We can interrupt our fucking at any time for rest, refreshments or simply brief conversation. A highly reliable servant over there -” Bullpole pointed to an expressionless man holding a pen and tablet, “will keep score. He's been instructed to keep it accurately and impartially upon pain of death. You needn't suspect any chicanery where the tally is concerned.”
    “Why, I trust your methods implicitly, friend of my youth!” crooned the Greek. “Surely, you aren't implying that I would insult you by entertaining the faintest doubt regarding -”
    “No,” interrupted Bullpole. “I merely wish to assure you that every precaution to insure total fairness and efficiency has been taken.”
    The Greek nodded his approval.
    “Then the contest begins the moment the first virgin is upon her back with her lovely legs opened on either side of us each.” Bullpole resettled himself, holding his mammoth penis ready in one hand, fingering its blunt tip and making it hard with this preliminary excitement. “Good luck to you!”
    “And to you, old friend!”
    Attendants led two naked girls – both of them blonde and beautifully shaped – to the couches where they were positioned upon their backs, each girl averting her eyes as her sexual partner climbed between her thighs and lowered himself upon her quivering belly.
    “One thing more,” said Bullpole. “Each girl is prepared, her artificial lubrication being a time-saving device rather than await her natural juices to come forth which would require fondling and other time-consuming manipulations which would only serve to slow down the contest.”
    “Brilliant!” complimented the Greek. “You seem to have thought of everything – or almost everything!”
    “Everything, I assure you!” Bullpole smiled inscrutably across the space separating the couches. “Including a physician who will examine each girl for proof of male juices within her cunt as we continue to the next girl!”
    “How scientific!”
    Bullpole addressed himself to the frightened wench beneath him, grasping her buttocks and stabbing his huge organ at her velvety-lipped, glistening cunt until, on the fourth thrust, his immense penis sank into her while she bit her lip in pain and moaned hollowly.
    At the same time the Greek was plunging his penis rigidly into the yielding moistness of the girl lying numbly under him, hearing her gasp of shock as his gigantic organ penetrated her – the size of it threatening to split her in halves.
    Both men fucked in silence, the only sound in the room being that of the girls suffering their virginities to be brutally violated, moaning and groaning softly as the Greek and Bullpole pumped ruthlessly in steady rhythms of undulating hips that sent their members lunging in and out of the now opened vaginas with unrelenting motions that soon had each girl sobbing in labored excitement as her involuntary reaction to the