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From: bobbi jo <bobbijo@operamail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} RP: Well Hung {Hans von Lieven} (FM)
Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2000 15:10:02 -0500
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I first download this story on 6 May 1996, according the
archive date on the 5.25" floppy.  I have searched for both
the author, Hans von Lieven, and "The Collector" without
success so I was not to get explicit permission to repost
'Well Hung.'  Since it was once before posted 'with permis-
sion of Hans von Lieven,' I hope that he won't mind that it
was reposted one more time.  His little story is one of my
favorites.  You will see why when you read it, a classic of
erotic literature.

Based only on the references to an 'Esky' (Eskimo ice chest)
and to 'VB' (Victoria Bitters, an Australian brew, not our friend
Virago Blue), I suspect that Hans hailed from down under.

I you know the author or can provide any information on how
either he or 'The Collector' can be contacted, please let me
know.  What follows is from the old and deteriorating floppy
disk as it was stored in 1996.  This story deserves a life
beyond the lifespan of my error-ridden plastic disks.

bobbi jo <bobbijo@operamail.com>

xoxoxox

bobbi jo
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<1st attachment, "wellhung.txt" begin>

The Collector

Despite some grammar/punctuation nits, I found this piece
hilarious -- hope you guys like it too.

Reprinted by permission from Hans von Lieven.


     There was no doubt about it Marvin was exceptionally well
hung.  There was also no doubt that Marvin was very proud of what
nature had handed him so generously.  It was just as well, he had
little else to offer.  Had it not been for his wealthy parents he
would have found life tough going.  As it was however, Marvin
could afford to strut around at the beach all day, wearing his
custom made swimming trunks designed to display his assets in a
favourable fashion.  He was keenly aware of the admiring looks
the bulge in his pants was receiving.  There was never any
shortage of applicants for his talent; in this department Marvin
did very well.  Life was good.

     Today was no different.  He was going through his usual
routine showing himself off when he noticed her.  She just sat
there staring unashamedly at his crotch.  He could see her
nipples harden under the thin fabric of her bikini top.

     'God, is she beautiful,' Marvin thought as he walked towards
her stopping no more than three feet in front of her.

     Without taking the eyes of his asset she said in a husky
voice, trembling with excitement:

     "My name is Olivia, I collect dicks.  I want to add yours to
my collection."

     For a moment Marvin was stunned.  He had heard many opening
lines but this was new.

     "Go on don't be shy."  She looked up at him and smiled. 
"Sit down, have a beer and tell me your name."  With that she
reached into her Esky, withdrew a couple of cans of VB and
offered him one.  Still somewhat numb Marvin accepted the can and
sat down.

     "I'm Marvin," he said unsteadily.  "What was this about your
collection?"

     Olivia looked at him and laughed.  She reached for him and
sensuously traced an imaginary pattern on his chest.  The bulge
in Marvin's pants began to twitch.

     "I told you I collect dicks," she explained, "I believe I
have the best penis collection in the world.  I want you to pose
for me.  If you do I make it worth your while.  I will bring you
off like you have never come off before.  I guarantee it."

     "This must be my lucky day!" Marvin said, much more
confident now.  He had run into artists before and it would not
be the first time his penis had been immortalised on canvas.

     "I don't live very far from here, why don't we hop into my
car and have a drink at my place," Olivia winked at him.

     Minutes later her Ferrari was following a narrow driveway to
a sandstone mansion at the edge of the water.

     "You must be doing very well," remarked Marvin.

     "Well enough to indulge," she laughed.

     When Olivia and Marvin entered the large lobby Marvin froze. 
He had never seen anything like it.  The walls were covered with
trophies, the way a hunter might display his prize catches, but
instead of the usual animals heads the mounts displayed a fully
erect penis, complete with scrotum and pubic hair, delicately
sculptured in some unknown material.  Each mount had a small
brass plaque with a name and a date beneath it.

     Olivia took him by the hand and led him through her home.
Every race, every nationality was represented on the walls of the
twenty or so rooms that she showed him.  There must have been
some five hundred mounts in all.

     Strange though they were, they were beautiful.  The artist
had painstakingly reproduced every vein, every skin fold, even
the tiniest flaws in texture and the smallest hair.  The result
was incredibly life like.

     Marvin's self confidence returned.  He could see why Olivia
had wanted him to pose.  He could hold his own even amongst the
most outstanding specimens on display.

     They were in the living room.  Olivia poured Marvin a drink. 
The strong alcohol felt good.  He felt himself relax.  Olivia
excused herself and left the room.  Marvin felt happy.  He leaned
back and closed his eyes for a moment.  When he opened them again
he found himself strapped to a table in a brightly lit room,
unable to move.

     Olivia, stark naked, was removing a towel from a trolley. 
She was breathing in short excited gasps.  Underneath the towel
were an array of surgical instruments.  Olivia picked up a
scalpel, testing it's sharpness against her thumb.

     "These are funny tools for a sculptor," Marvin said
uneasily, his senses returning to him rapidly.

     "But Marvin," she said sweetly as the scalpel bit into his
groin, "I am not a sculptress, I'm a taxidermist....
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