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                           The Monkey's Penis
                               Chapter 5

                    Copyright (c) 2000-2001 by Jafar




Summary: mind control, Mf, incest, some ff
David Moreno finds things becoming surreal as a relic of antiquity
collides with his everyday life. He finally figures out what is going on
and tries to turn the tables. But watch out ...

See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect
material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you,
simply stop now.

Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof
of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to
any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all
fantasy, and the actors are all professionals  --  do not try any of
this at home.

Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just
do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it.

Author's Rambling: This story comes in two parts, a yin swing and a
yang swing --  the accolite at the beginning of the tale will tell you
that this is the way of the universe.

Live well!



                       Incontentence of the Mouth
                       ------------- -- --- -----


Patricia Mulholland pulled her car into the Moreno's driveway. David
Moreno was a student in one of her English seminars, but he had been
absent today. Normally she didn't personally deliver assignments to
students that missed class, but this just seemed appropriate to do today
for some reason.

She walked up to the front door and knocked. As she waited, she reached
up and adjusted the position of her bra in front.

Paul Spellman, another student in her English class, answered the door,
catching her pushing her breasts around in the bra cups.

"Just copping a feel from myself, Paul," she smiled sunnily, then
clapped her hand over her mouth. She did NOT mean to say that! "Oh,
Christ! I mean that I was ... uhm ... just adjusting my bra." Whew!
Slightly better, at least! But her mouth opened again, almost of its own
accord. "And doing a little pleasant self-groping while I was at it. You
wouldn't BELIEVE how sensitive my nipples are right now!" She smiled and
rolled her eyes around. "It must be that time of the month," she found
herself nodding and smiling.

Oh, shit! She didn't just say that, did she?!

She shut her eyes. Get control of yourself, woman. She looked back at
her student. Carefully, she warned herself, speak carefully. "Paul, I'm
here to see David. He was absent from class today." Her mouth began
speaking again, in a little girl's voice, "And I miiiiiiiissed him! Him
and his happy little erection standing up so earnestly in the front
row."

Oh ... my ... God! she thought.

"Sure, Professor Mulholland. Step inside," he smiled.

See this through, then go see a DOCTOR, she told herself. You need to
get HELP for this problem!

"I always knew you got all hot and squishy in class, Professor
Mulholland," Paul smirked.

"Paul! You WILL NOT speak to me that way! I am your PROFESSOR, and you
WILL RESPECT ME!" Her mouth began speaking again with a giggle,
"Although ... next time you think I'm getting squishy, ask me if you can
take a peek and see! Maybe I'll give you a gander." She couldn't believe
what had just come out of her mouth, but she glared at Paul. There would
be no doubt that he understood the first part of what she said!

Paul cast his eyes down. "Yes, ma'am. I apologize." He looked back up.
"Can I get you something to drink?"

"Just some sperm, thank you, Paul. I simply love the taste when I burp
it back up. Is David feeling better than earlier today, I hope?"

"Excuse me, Professor?" Paul asked, smirking again.

"I said just some sperm, Paul. I love the taste when I burp--  oh, God!
No! No, that is NOT what I meant!"

"Because I'll be more than happy to whack off some jism for you,
Professor."

"Paul! Don't you DARE! Some water! I'll just have some water!"

"Freud knows what you're thinking about," Paul said, wagging his finger
at her, then walked out to the kitchen.

Maybe she did need to go see a Freud! Why wouldn't her mouth stop coming
up with these creative filthy little things to say?! Or at least save
them up until later when she wasn't in front of one of her students?!

Paul came back in carrying a glass that he handed to his teacher. "I
went ahead and put a squirt of cum-juice in it, Professor."

Oh, God! He could NOT be talking to her like that. But how was she going
to chastize him when she had just been running on with a gutter mouth
herself? She opened her mouth to say something, then thought better of
it --  God only knew what would come out --  and just smiled, taking the
glass from him. She brought the glass to her lips and loudly slurped the
scum off the top of the water, then rolled the substance around on her
tongue, and slowly her smile faded. Yes, it really was semen. And yes,
she really had just --	oh, God! -- tasted her student's cum! Forcing a
smile, she swallowed.

"It's all right, Professor Mulholland, I still respect you. Is it okay
if I call you Patty?"

Patricia Mulholland bit her lip to keep her mouth from opening and
shaming her yet again. She flashed a pleasant smile and nodded. Let's
just get through this and out of here.

"Gee, thanks, Patty. Is it okay if I call you Whoring Slut?"

Angrilly, Patty made a face and shook her head no.

"Gee, thanks, Whoring Slut."

Before she could stop herself, her mouth spoke, "Paaaauuuul, you can't
DO that! You'll make me even MORE WET and SQUISHY than I already AM.
You've already got my stomach rumbling after that seductive shot of
cum-dilly-icious jism of yours. You can't TEASE me anymore, you bad, bad
boy!" She shut her eyes, then sighed. This wouldn't even make passable
dialog in a porno movie!

"I apologize if I make you all wet, Professor."

"You do NOT make me WET, Paul!" She glared at him angrilly. "You do NOT
make me all hot and runny and slimy down my thighs! You do NOT!"

"Yes ... of course I don't," Paul said with that smirk that she yearned
to slap off his face.

"You DON'T, Paul! Really! You DON'T! Stop smirking, you little bastard!
You DON'T make me WET!"

Paul just nodded his head, grinning.

"Damn you! You want to see?! I'll SHOW you!" She turned her back to him,
unbuckling her belt, then lowered her skirt and panties to her knees,
bending over. "See?! You DON'T make me wet? Is that proof enough? You
dirty little boy!"

"Hey, nice cunt, Professor! Nice WET cunt!"

Professor Mulholland's entire body blushed deep red. Oh ... my ... GOD!
She could not BELIEVE what she had just DONE! She stood back up
straight, quickly pulling up her panties and skirt. "Paul ... I don't
... I don't know what I am saying. I am just ... out of control! I need
to give David his homework, then go see a doctor or psychiatrist and get
treated. Or maybe get exorcised by a priest. I don't know which. Is
David home?"

"I can answer that," came a voice from the hallway. Patricia turned to
face Ms Moreno, who was standing with her arm above her head, leaning
against the hallway wall. She was dressed in black, 5-inch thigh-high
leather boots, a tiny black thong that her furry bush showed past on
either side, and nothing above the waist.

"Ms Moreno!" Paul waved. "This is Professor Mulholland, and she's
dropping off David's assignments. She really is quite the hot, wet slut
--  so maybe that should be 'dripping off David's assignment'."

"I can SEE that, Paul," Lydia said, walking forward.

Was this woman a MOTHER?! Or a naturalist? Or an S&M leather fetish
mistress?

"Professor Mulholland, did I just see what I THOUGHT I saw? Did you
really just EXPOSE yourself to that boy?!"

Patricia did not know what to do. She had been caught directly in the
act, obscenely baring herself to a student. She had no idea what to do.
She couldn't ... she just .... "Oooh! I LOVE your boobies!" a giggle
burst forth, and Patricia found herself clapping her hands together and
smiling vacantly. "They are so YUMMY-looking!" Oh, Christ. There she had
gone off again.

"Ms Mulholland! I will thank you, as the teacher of my son, to not
comment on my yummy tits!"

Shit! Shit! Shit! "I'm sorry, Ms Mulholland. They just look so lickety,
jismy delicious that--	fuck! I don't mean to be saying these things.
I--  Could I just pop one of the nipples into my mouth? Just for a
second? Please?" Patricia shut her eyes tightly and cursed. This was
exactly the WRONG way to meet a student's mother for the first time!

"Ms Mulholland!"

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why did her mouth keep doing this to her?!

"Is THIS the way that you lead your classes? Because if it is-- "

"Please, Ms Mulholland! I am SO sorry! I don't know what is coming over
me! I am just your basic slut-covered cunt! Oh, no! I didn't mean to say
that! The last part that is --	I meant to say the first part, just not
the last part. I-- " Shut up, Patty, she told herself, you're just
making it worse. She took a deep breath. "Okay. I am very sorry. I am
just having real problems today. I brought over David's assignments
since he wasn't in class. If I can just show them to you, I will get out
of here and quit pissing you off with my smutty-assed gutter mouth."

"Yes, I think that would be best. Step here to the table and show me the
assignment, and I will pass it on to David when he is feeling better."

Chewing on her lip to keep her mouth shut, Patricia stepped over and
opened the textbook. She tried to focus all her concentration on simply
explaining the work so that she could just leave and get some help. But
Ms Moreno's breasts were SOOO distracting.

Then she felt a hand on her ass.

"Paul, if you're going to fucking grope my ass, at least have the balls
to jab that goddam big pecker of yours up my fucking sphincter and-- "
Sighing, she stopped her runaway mouth again.

"Sure, Professor Mulholland," Paul said, starting to lift the woman's
skirt.

"Paul! Don't you goddam dare!"

"But you said-- "

"Paul, you know very well that I did not mean what I said. I just got
very angry. That's all. In fact, next time that you hear me run on at
the mouth like that, stuff your prick between my lips like a pacifier to
shut me up and keep me-- " Frustrated, she stopped herself and sighed
again.

"You seem to have a problem," Ms Moreno said.

"You have no IDEA," Professor Mulholland sighed. "Okay, back to the
assignment. Paul needs to read from page 135 to 165, then complete the
sentence diagramming exercises on page 167. He should already be
somewhat familiar with the process. The diagrams are the ones that look
like little sluts spreading their legs. Basically, begin by separating
the sentence into noun and verb phrases, perhaps with subordinate
clauses." She drew an example as she spoke, then held it up for Ms
Moreno to see, her fingers "accidentally" brushing against the woman's
bare breast as she did so, causing a visible ripple of pleasure to skip
through Ms Moreno's body.

"Now, the subordinate clauses are hung off the parse diagram separately,
see? Sort of like the way Paul is so well hung." She stepped behind Ms
Moreno, reached around in front and added little branches to the diagram
while the backs of her hands rubbed against the other woman's breasts.
"That indicates ... that they are ... subordinate clauses." She
transferred the paper to the same hand that held the pencil, then cupped
Ms Moreno's breast with the free hand, squeezing and pulling.

"Ms Mulholland ... (siiiigh) ... are you copping feels from me? Because
... there seems to be a great deal of ... fondling ... going on here."

The paper and pencil fell to the floor, and the other hand cupped the
other boob. "No ... no, I'm not doing that ... that wouldn't be right
... you ARE ... the mother of one of my ... pupils ..."

"Good ... because I wouldn't want you to be cupping and pulling and
kneading my soft, tender, yearning boobs ... that would be ..."

"That would be ... just taking matters into my own hands." She continued
cupping Lydia's boobs. "Now wouldn't it?"

Professor Mulholland felt Paul lifting her skirt and tugging her panties
down. "Paul ... you shouldn't ..."

"What a hot ass, Professor Mulholland ..." Paul rubbed his hand over it
and kneaded the cheeks.

"Aaaaawwwwww!" she moaned, cocking her ass out against his hand. "Paul
... you shouldn't ..."

"But I am. So what do you think about that?"

"Nnnnnng!" she whined, grinding her ass around in circles against his
hand.

He began running his finger up and down her crack.

"Paul! ... no! ... not ... there! ... you--  ... I--  ... Oh! Shit! ...
Fuck!" Patricia tensed.

Lydia Moreno pulled the other woman's hands off her breasts and turned
around to see what was the matter. There was a wet spot spreading at the
crotch of Patricia Mulholland's skirt.

"I just fucking pissed myself!" Professor Mulholland squealed, aghast.
"I can't believe that I just fucking wet myself!"

"It's all right," Ms Moreno soothed. "You just can't help it, dear."

Professor Mulholland looked at the other woman. "That's exactly right! I
can't! I just can't HELP myself! I can't keep from saying these things
all of a sudden, and I can't--	OOOH!" Another gush of urine came out
and the wet spot got bigger. "I CAN'T STOP! I can't fucking stop these
things! What is wrong with me?!"

"It's okay, Professor. You're getting better," Paul told her.

"Better?!"

"You're just letting her express herself more."

"Her?"

"Your inner slut, of course. She's just the prettiest little whore
that-- "

"Paul, I want you to shut your mouth unless your tongue is working on my
clit! Oh, fuck! My mouth just won't stop-- "

"Sure," Paul smiled.

"NO! You KNOW that is not what I meant! I--  ooh!" The stain on her
dress grew a little larger again, and she turned to Ms Moreno. "Ms
Moreno, I must use your bathroom! Please!"

"Sure, thimble bladder" Lydia smirked. "Right down the hall and to your
right."

"Thank you. I'll be sure to lick you off later." She rolled her eyes. "I
did NOT mean that last bit," she called as she moved quickly to the
hallway, then back to the bathroom. She stepped in and turned on the
light, but saw a young woman sitting on the toilet and she turned around
to face the wall and give her some privacy. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
walk in on you. You must be Ms Moreno's daughter."

A sob came from the seated girl, causing Patricia to turn around. The
young lady was sitting naked on the toilet, and it was apparent now that
she was holding her face in her hands, crying.

Concerned, Patricia knelt and touched the young woman's shoulder. "What
is the matter, dear?" She noticed then that the woman had a wonderfully
pert and sassy set of D-cups. Don't do it, she told herself, don't DO
it. But her mouth opened. "Oh, gawd! Those are big 'uns! What a RACK,
bitch!" Shit!

Fresh sobs burst out behind the girl's hands. It was obvious that she
was in emotional pain, and Patricia had gone and blur ted something like
THAT!

"Oh, I am SO sorry, sweetie! I can't help the things that come out of my
mouth all of a sudden! I didn't mean that."

Keeping her face buried in her hands, the girl got up and ran out of the
bathroom.

"But you need to wipe your pussy," Patricia called, "Or you'll leak piss
... just like me." The only reply was a door slamming shut.

Patricia sat on the toilet and relaxed to pee. But ... nothing came out.
Patricia strained, but still no urine came. "So I squat and you get
shy!" she complained to her bladder.

She knew what she'd do. She slid off her wet, clammy panties and stepped
to the counter. Taking the rinse glass, she filled it from the tap and
drank it down. She'd flush the urine out of her body. That would fix the
shy fluid. She filled it twice more and drank it down. Let's see if that
stubborn urine could still refuse to come out against THAT much water!

Pleased with herself, she walked back out to the living room.

"I met your daughter," she said, and both Paul and Ms Moreno began
smirking. "She was sitting on the toilet peeing when I went back, but
she seemed pretty upset when she left. Why ... are you two laughing?"

"But, Professor Mulholland, I don't have a daughter." She looked at
Paul. "Or, then again, maybe I do now."

"If that wasn't your daughter, who was that fine lookin' bitch? I mean,
who was that young lady?"

"That," Paul said, laughing, "Was David!"

"No!" Patricia held her hands out in front of her chest. "She had
gazongas!"

"David!" Ms Moreno shouted. "Wiggle that sexy little ass of yours out
here now!"

"NO!" came the muffled reply from his bedroom.

"David!" Paul yelled. "Stroll that slick pussy out here now, unless you
want to spend the whole rest of your life desperately begging me for my
cock-juice."

After a few moments, the bedroom door opened, and a well-endowed young
woman dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt grudgingly shuffled out.
"What?! Haven't you done enough to me?" she whined in her high-pitched
voice.

Patricia's jaw dropped. She could see the resemblance in the face now.
The cheekbones were more pronounced, the lips fuller, the skin smoother,
but that was him! Or her! "David?!"

"Aaaawww!" the young woman moaned, turning to face her teacher. "How
many people are you going to parade me around in front of?!" she asked
Paul and her mother.

"David! You have breasts! Even through that baggy sweatshirt! They gotta
be at LEAST double-D's!"

"Yeah, and you have a big cum spot on the front of your skirt. Did Paul
fire on you, or did you just drool all over yourself?"

"I'll have you know that is urine, David, and it is utterly
inappropriate for us to be standing here, discussing how ... how I can't
help pissing myself."

"I thought I told you that you were allowed to wear high heels and
nothing more," Paul warned the younger woman.

"Paul! I am NOT going to strut around here naked! Not like ... not like
your fucking idea of a wet dream!"

"What? Do you think you're too GOOD to be eye candy for us, David?"

"No! I'm NOT eye candy! I'm not even FEMALE!" she shrieked.

"Yes ... you are, David," her mother told her.

"David," Patricia spoke up, still in awe, "You ARE radiating lusty
succulence the way a dog in heat radiates-- "

"You too, Professor Mulholland?!" David crossed her arms in front of her
chest. "Why can't everyone just leave me alone?! Why can't Paul-- " she
looked at her former friend and gasped.

Patricia turned back to look at Paul too. He was pulling what looked
like a stick out of his pocket.

"Paul! Don't yoiu DARE!" David shrieked.

"Don't dare what?" Patricia asked quietly.

Paul closed his fist around the object, held it in front of himself and
shut his eyes.

What was he doing?

Several moments later, he opened his eyes and smiled nastilly.

"You ... MEAN ... MAN!" David gasped. Patricia turned to look at the
pretty young woman and saw that she wore not a stich now except for the
five-inch heels that were now on her feet.

"How did-- " Patricia began, puzzled.

"Aaawww, her too?" David was gesturing at her. "What have you done THIS
time?!"

Patricia looked down at herself and saw that she was now similarly
naked, sporting only five-inch heels too. "What?"

"Why don't you fill Professor Mulholland in on recent events, Lydia,"
Paul smiled.

"Well ... Paul's been making these crazy magic wishes. First, I get this
magnificent perky rack of boobs last night, then this morning I'm
squirming around so much in my own pussy that I can't think straight.
Then David here stars to sprout breasts too."

"Mooooommmm!" her daughter whined.

"David, stop your bitching, or I'll have Lydia bend you over a chair for
a good spanking," Paul threatened.

"And you're weak enough now, daughter, that I could do it, David," Lydia
warned.

"Ooooh!" David stamped her high-heeled foot in frustrated fury.

"And now," Lydia continued, smiling, "Paul's made another wish.
Something involving both David and you."

"What have you done to us, Paul? What have you done to me?"

"You mean what ELSE have I done to you, don't you, Patricia?"

The naked professor swallowed nervously.

"But first let's find out how far David has progressed. Mighty fine
nipples you have there, David."

Everyone looked at David's breasts. Being the center of attention, the
nipples began stiffening up.

Patricia felt a heady rush of lust wash through her.

"Let's not ... let's not talk about my nipples, please," David
requested.

"Sure, David," her mother smiled. "Is there anything at all left down
below? Of your pecker, I mean --  is there anything left? Or do you just
have a hole there now?"

"Let's not talk about my cock, either, please."

"What cock, honey?" Lydia smiled and asked him.

"It's there! Okay?! I still have my cock!"

"I don't know, honey. I can't see anything of it from here."

"It's right he--  huuuunghghghgh!" David had spread her legs and reached
down to pull the acorn top into view, but there was no cock there now,
only a hole, and her finger slipped inside.

Patricia gasped and clutched at the electric sensations discharging from
her own pussy.

"Oh, mother of GOD!" David gasped and sank to her knees.

"David, stop!" Patricia shrieked, sinking to her knees as well. "Stop
FINGERING yourself!"

The tone of her voice shocked David back to her senses. "I-- " She shook
her head to clear it.

"David," Patricia gasped, "When you play with your pussy, I feel it
TOO!"

"I don't HAVE a pussy!" David snapped back at her.

"David ... stop having delusions. You DO have a cunt now. And when you
play with it, you bring ME to my knees with pleasure!"

"That can't-- "

Patricia reached down and fingered her own clit.

"Oh fuuuu-uu-u-uuu-uck!" David's voice scaled two octaves as she clawed
the carpet.

"THAT'S what you were doing to ME when you pumped that finger in and out
of yourself, David!"

"Orgasmic twins," Paul smiled smugly. "Pretty clever, hungh? When one of
you squeals with joy, the other squeals too?"

"You sadistic bastard!" David hissed.

"An artist's work is never appreciated," Paul sighed.

"Artist?! You're a MONSTER! First you force your way in here and you
rape my mother, who can't think straight enough to stop you, you
monster! Then you-- " David shook her head "--	then you ... you turn me
... me into ...." He spun around to face Patricia. "For Pete's sake,
Professor Mulholland! Cut it out! I can't think straight!"

"Sorry," she blushed and removed her fingers from her pussy.

"Thank you." David turned back to Paul. "You turned me into a woman
against my will, you humiliated me and my ... my mother both, and you
... you ...." He spun around to Patricia again. "Professor Mulholland!
Do you MIND?!"

"Sorry," Patricia giggled, pulling her hands back from her nipples. "I
sorta got carried aw-- "

"Well, DON'T!"

Patricia shrugged.

David turned back to Paul. "So you raped my mother, you created
situations just to humiliate both of us, you turned me against my will--
OH MY ... GOD ... NO!" She spun around to turn on Professor Muholland
again.

She was half-bent at the waist, reaching behind herself, smiling
sheepishly.

"NOT the ASS! Do NOT stick your finger up your ASS! OUR ass, now that
Paul has got--	(gasp!)"

"It doesn't feel TOO bad, does it?" Patricia asked, then pumped twice
more.

David was on her knees now, trembling. "Don't DO that!"

"But ...," Patricia whined, then pumped her sphincter twice more.

"Bitch!" David gasped and brought her hand to her pussy, fingering her
clit rapidly.

"Aaaaaaaa!" Professor Mulholland gasped.

"Take ... your ... finger ... out of ... your asshole ...," David
gasped, continuing to finger herself in retaliation.

"You ... little ... bitch ...," Patricia gasped, then began fingering
her back door continuously. "You get ... your finger ... off ... your
clit ...."

David was on her back now, thighs spread, hand working furiously at her
crotch. "No ... (gasp) ... you get ... (gasp) ... your finger ... (gasp)
... out of your ass! ...."

Patricia was on her knees, face pressed to the carpet, finger embedded
in her ass, pumping rapidly. "No! ... (gasp) ... YOU get ... (gasp) ...
your finger ... (gasp) ... off your clit!"

"No! ... (gasp) ... You first!"

"No! ... (gasp) ... You!"

"Professor ... (gasp) ... Mulholland ... (gasp) ... if you don't ...
AAAAOOOOOOOOEEEUUUUNNGH!"

Both women writhed on the floor, convulsing in orgasms for nearly a
minute. They they just laid there, exhausted.

"I'm jealous," Lydia commented.

"Wanna be triplets?" Paul asked.

"Let me think about it."

That was when the doorbell rang.

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                              (To Be Continued)

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