Maggie Experiences Reality Ch. 2

So, I know that usually this chapter is supposed to come first, you know the one that says the origin story and why the person is who they are or what they become. Now let’s start this chapter with something very new, well other than this is all non-fiction and more of a documentation of my slutty nature becoming real and the experiences I am actually happening. I’m not at home writing this, which is very new to me because I’ve only ever written in the safety and comfort of my bedroom on my computer, something else I’m currently not using.

The fact is, I’m at his house, the guy I talked about in chapter 1. Well, I talked to him on the phone yesterday and he came up with an idea based on reading some of the stuff I’ve read. Yes, there is now an actual man, that I’ve met, that knows nearly everything about me without freaking out, almost everything that is, which is why I’m here. He had me come over to the garage apartment he’s currently staying at, at his parent’s house that they are selling and thought it would be a private place for us to chat. Now out of respect for him and something he made a request of as well, I’m not going to be saying his name, give any details about him because, he’s married, has kids and probably wouldn’t look too well if word got out that he had an affair with someone old enough to be his daughter.

However, I am currently sitting at a dining room table, completely naked with a clothed man, on his laptop feeling very exposed as he asks me all sorts of questions to consider while writing. I guess in other words, he’ll ask me questions and I’ll try to be as honest as I possibly can.

He looks at me smirking, his fingers tapping on the wooden table, “why are you narrating?”

“I just thought the readers would like to be able to visualize what’s going on rather just two heads talking to one another.”

“Maybe you should describe yourself first, I think they’d be more interested in a sexy, naked girl than an old guy like me.”

“Um ok, I’m sitting here, naked, having just recently stripped naked, my clothes taken away somewhere as to make me feel supposedly more open and vulnerable.”

“You know you get more open and unfiltered the more aroused you get and the more embarrassed and exposed you are just adding to your arousal.”

He was definitely right about that and now he’s just staring at me as I type things that I’m not reading back to him while giving him the best fuck you for being smart face I can make.

“That’s right, I’m exposed, vulnerable and wet and the hardest, most exposing part about this is, that you know what I look like and no one who has ever read my writing has seen that, especially not sitting in front of me while I do it.”

“Ok, enough foreplay, let’s start, when were you first turned on to stuff like this?”

Now I’m not sure what I can say about certain things, certain ages and sexual content is some place I don’t want to treed on. I mean, I’ve seen movies where they talk about teenagers learning about sex, masturbation and stuff like this but I feel since most of my writing is sexual in nature, I don’t want to get on the child pornography watch list, so I’ll just leave ages out and you all can imagine what you’d like.

“It was late one night; I had always grown up with a TV in my room and cable and The Accused was on. The scene where Jodie Foster got raped on the pinball machine was starting where the guy pulls down her shirt, sits her on it and starts taking advantage of her and then she’s raped by 3-4 guys and runs out screaming.

“How did that make you feel?” I honestly felt like I was having a therapy session, do most therapy sessions have the client naked like this?

“I was slightly scared, slightly sick to my stomach, but for some reason I was really wet too, it was one of the first times I could remember actually getting aroused,” like I was getting right now.

“Did you have any fantasies after that or do anything once you realized that turned you on?

“You mean did I fuck a bunch of guys because I suddenly turned into a hungry, cock craving slut?” I look at him obviously joking, “I didn’t do anything because I didn’t want to be in high school and pregnant, I also didn’t want a reputation in a small town where a girl gets caught with her boyfriend in bed and everyone knew about it, and with my parents so conservative and religious they probably would have kicked me out and disowned me.”

“You man the parents you write about?”

“I love my parents, they love me, they’ve always been supportive of everything else in my life, but for the longest time it’s been, sex is for married couples that are in love.”

“You did have fantasies though?”

“Oh, I had lots of fantasies, not to mention I was reading a lot of sex stories which just added to the fantasies.”

“Like what, what was the very first fantasy you ever had?”

“It was from a story I read, a girl was trying to blackmail another girl by drugging her, tying her up in the boy’s locker room to be found by the football team after a game naked and tied up to a bench for all to use.”

I had never really talked sexually to someone in person, I mean I had online and texted people, but there was something very different than actually saying things and hearing them come out of my own mouth, the whole thing had me so nervous and aroused my whole body was shivering from the two feelings.

“Did you ever do anything with any boys in school?”

“No, no guys really liked me, I dressed like a 12-year-old skater boy and were always surrounded by my group, so no one really approached me and the guys I was with all treated me like a little sister.”

“But you wanted to though.”

“Yeah, but I was just too scared and didn’t think it was worth the risk.”

“Did you ever fantasize about your group of big brothers?”

“Yeah, I once read a story about a girl whose friends found out she like extreme sex stuff, drugged her one night, blackmailed her and used her like their little humiliation sex slave and I would imagine my friends in the story.”

My thighs started rubbing together wanting to give me some sort of stimulation, I’m not sure if it was my breathing, the look on my face or the tone of my voice when he asked me, “do you want to touch yourself right now?”

All I could do was nod, I was too embarrassed to actually ask if I could play with myself, “use your words, do I really have to treat you like a child or a young lady?”

If I wasn’t blushing this whole time the feeling just got more intense, “can I please touch myself?”

“Sir?”

“Can I please, touch myself, Sir?”

“Maybe not there, I have a better idea.”

I watched as he got up, went to one of the soft chairs in the living room area and pulled up like this weird stand on wheels next to it and motioned me over.

“Sit here, put your legs up over the arm rests and let’s continue.”

I did as he told me, didn’t touch the laptop, went over and put myself in a position that made me feel like I was seeing my gynecologist. He sat in front of me on the floor, eye level between my legs staring at my open pussy as I continued to type.

“You can touch yourself now, princess,” his tone more lustful, dominant, “or maybe I should help you out, I mean it’s hard to type with one hand.”

He reaches out and with a single finger, starts toying with my inner thigh, tracing around in areas so intimate to me. He’s just teasing me right now, trying to get me in a state where my filters faulter and I’m completely honest with not just him but to myself as well or maybe it’s just desires that are so dark that I’m willing to say anything to make the fantasies hotter and the feelings more intense.

“What really turns you on?”

Both of his hands right now on my legs, rubbing back and forth with just the tips of his fingers on the soft, silky skin of my inner thighs, “other than what you’re doing right now?”

“Your kinks, your fetishes, the things you write about in your books.”

“I like, exhibitionism, like, doing things and hoping I don’t get caught but getting so turned on by the fear.”

“Oh, I know that from the other night, why else would you have dragged me out somewhere semi-public, wearing only a hoodie and wanting me to fuck you, what else?”

“Humiliation, embarrassment, the feeling of actually getting exposed, being exposed, like how you are staring at my pussy, and how open I feel that it feels like you are practically looking inside of me.”

“Like this,” he reaches forward and opens up my lips even more, “feels just like your first book, doesn’t it?”

“Mmmm, yes,” I worry that I’m leaking like a faucet now, right in front of him.

He leans forward and with a slow, aggressive lick, licks from the bottom of my pussy and slowly licks a circle around my clit, a statement that took me multiple times to right because of how I kept twitching.

“Do you like that too?”

“You licking my pussy,” he gently sucks on my clit and I think I feel him holding it between his teeth, “yes, yes I do, you are the first to ever do it to me.”

“Lucky me, it’s delicious.”

I blush at the compliment, it’s not every day that someone tells me that my pussy is delicious.

“You’re adorable when you blush too, so innocent and yet dirty at the exact same time, so you seemed somewhat ok in public yesterday, so I assume that wasn’t your first time, what was your first time?”

“I used to masturbate in my room late at night, naked, with the blinds and windows open.”

“Why did you start doing that?”

“It was the fear of someone looking in and seeing me, taking pictures, maybe even blackmailing me into doing dirty things.”

“That way you didn’t have a choice, that if you did anything, it wasn’t your idea but theirs?”

“I don’t know, maybe.”

He leaned forward again, his tongue tracing my pussy lips all the way around, his hot breath on my pussy.

“Jesus! I just didn’t want to have a choice, I wanted to lose all control and for them to have all of it.”

“Did you ever get caught?”

“Almost once, I heard some skateboards and ducked for cover,” I was breathing really hard now, fidgeting in my seat as he continued my pussy lips with his talented tongue.

“Do you wish they had caught you?”

“I wish I wouldn’t have hidden and with the lights off, they probably wouldn’t have seen me anyways, but I didn’t want to take the risk.”

“What if they had caught you, taken pictures, video, knew who you were from school, their brothers or sister were classmates of yours, what would you have done then?”

“Probably anything they wanted so they wouldn’t tell anyone.”

I watched, eyes half closed in pleasure as he stood up and walked behind me, his arms around me, his face nuzzling into my neck with gentle kisses, it felt so warm, almost loving as he kissed his way up my right ear, his hot breath making me moan and my blood boil with lust. He reached around me with both hands and started groping my tits, tweaking my nipples, they were already hard and sensitive.

“Would you have finished masturbating for them and let them all watch you cum?”

I bit my lip, my eyes wanted to close to just enjoy the feeling, but I had to keep writing through it all, “yes.”

He reached down and started to rub my pussy, “what if they wanted you to suck their cocks, how about that?”

“Every last one, mmmm.”

“What if they wanted to drag you out and fuck you?”

“Yes, all of them, I would have let them all fuck me.”

“In every hole?”

“Yes!”

“Multiple at a time?”

“Yes, god yes!”

I was so close to cumming and as I typed it, he read it, “oh not yet princess, not yet.”

He stopped touching me and stood up again, I didn’t even realize he took his shorts and underwear off and was completely bottomless with his cock at full attention. I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the mere sight of it, I loved the taste, I loved the feeling of it in my mouth and when he would roughly fuck my throat with it, the whole time him reading my every word like he was able to see right into my mind and take every thought, why am I still typing for him to see all of this.

He began stroking his cock close by me, just enough that it was like I could smell his manliness, but far enough away that I couldn’t do anything about it, “when was the first time you did something outside of your room?”

“Like with people around or…like, late at night without trying to get caught?”

“Let’s start with people around, when there was a greater chance, you could be caught or seen.”

“Um, it’s hard to think with you stroking that thing in front of me,” I was staring directly at it with his hand rubbing it up and down, the tip licking some clear liquid and I wish I could taste it.

He takes the clear liquid with his finger and rubs it across the lips of my mouth, coating them with his juices, “all the better, don’t think, just talk.”

“It was at school; I was in a rush one morning getting dressed and was putting on some leggings because it was cold that morning but the crotch ripped trying to get them up my leg.”

“So, you wore it ripped to school?”

“I did, the tear was right in the front but I didn’t think that was enough, I didn’t wear any panties, or even a bra or a shirt, just a hoodie and shoes and went to school.”

“You went to school with your pussy completely exposed?”

“The hoodie was just barely long enough to cover me,” I was mesmerized by his cock, “as long as I kept my legs crossed, or a book in front of me or my backpack, I was covered.”

“Did you ever have any close calls or anyone catch you?”

“At first, I couldn’t help but trying to finger myself or touch myself a little in my morning class and final class and during Math we had a pop quiz and I almost forgot to cross my legs and had no idea how long I was exposed, but I doubt anyone saw or hoped no one did because nothing was ever said after.”

“Maybe your teacher saw and didn’t want to embarrass you, but probably still masturbates to the thought every so often of your innocently shaved pussy.”

I blushed, I have had fantasies of teachers take advantage of me and using me, I even wrote about it in one of my books, but had yet to ever admit that to anyone in person, till now, every thought I wrote as open and exposed as the ones I was speaking to him.

“Stand up, I’m going to take a seat now.”

I slowly stood, my legs a little numb from the position I was keeping them in and the stinging feeling of pins and needles as I stood up was not a fun or arousing sensation. He quickly sat down and for a second I thought he was going to have me sit on his lap so he could shove his cock back up my ass and I worried that I was lubed enough to do that again.

“Don’t worry that’s not yet, just sit down and I’ll guide you.”

He guided me onto his legs, his hard cock up against my back and then he pulled me back towards him, I could feel his shaft between my ass cheeks, his strong arms holding me tight. He went back to playing with my tits and gently teasing my pussy, not rubbing it or my clit, just tracing it with his finger, slowly, evilly methodical just to keep my blood boiling from his touch.

“So how about the one with no people around, what did you do there?”

“I went out to the local golf course late one night, mmmm, I walked out to the course and left a piece of clothing at each hole, my shorts at the first, shirt at the second, hoodie at the third and walked all the way to the 4th green, masturbated and made my way back.”

“Now that sounds very hot, but risky.”

“I wasn’t thinking straight, mmmm, I was really horny, a little depressed and I really wanted to get off so strongly, it was like 1-2am so no one was really out and most people around here are long past asleep by then. There were a few lights on in houses close by but I figured they were far enough away that even if they saw, didn’t know what they were looking at.”

“Did you put your clothes on as you found them?”

“At first no, but I had a close call of a cop car driving by when I had to cross a sidewalk and decided to put the hoodie on after that, I carried my shirt and shorts with me till I got home though, sometimes I wish I had been wearing, oh god, underwear to have left behind for someone to wonder.”

His finger was gently circling my clit, it wasn’t enough to get me off, but it was driving me wild as he did. I also could feel his cock twitching against my ass crack and the tip poking against my back. God, I really wanted him to fuck me again. He grips my sensitive little clit between two of his fingers, pinching and rubbing it, I’m teasing him as much with my writing as he teases my body with his hands.

“So why did you start writing?”

“Honestly, at first, it was an outlet for all my pent-up sexual frustration, if I didn’t start writing, I was going to start doing riskier and riskier tasks till I probably got caught, fucked and/or arrested, so I started writing on Literotica.”

“Then you started your Patreon?”

“Actually, it wasn’t till I think a year after I started writing that I started my patreon, I honestly didn’t think anyone would join or support me but I got pretty luck people did, the original idea was that I’d post a naked picture of myself, no face and thousands of guys would pay $1 to see me naked, except it really didn’t work out that way.”

“Did you really find glory holes in Georgia when you visited your sister?”

“Mmmph, yes.”

“That’s one way you really want to lose your virginity?”

“Stripped, blindfolded, tied up and gangbanged, mmmm, yes, if not there than anywhere as long as I can keep my identity a secret.”

“You really are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

“So dirty and I want to be dirtier, I want to be made to do all sorts of exposing, humiliating things.”

“Like what?

“Walk to the local pool in nothing but a towel,” he was so good at teasing me, I wanted to answer all of his questions, I wanted to see if I could shock him with my responses.

“What else,” his voice sterner, demanding, aggressive.

“Be taken to the local nudist resort and paraded around naked, secretly with a vibrator inside of me.”

“Mmmm, what else?”

“Brought to Folsom Street Fair in California, bound and a leather hood over my head, walked around naked, letting anyone and everyone take pictures and touch me however they want.”

“What else?”

“To suck that monster of a cock rubbing up against my ass and you finish by fucking my tight, slutty throat till you shoot your cum into my stomach, hell cum on my face and chest and go home with it still on.”

I definitely felt his cock twitch after I said that and he now knows I know that it turned him on as well.

“Go stand over in the corner, you’re being punished.”

This next part I had to write after, which wasn’t as fun as writing as things were happening, he made me stand in the corner next to a window that faced the house behind us. I was too nervous at what my punishment was going to be to even think of looking out the window, which I probably should have to know whether or not there was a chance of getting caught. He walked over to me, put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to be in front of the window. I instinctively covered myself, hands over my chest and pussy but then he put pressure on my shoulders and moved me down onto my knees.

“You wanted to suck it so badly, now’s your chance.”

“We’re in front of a window and the lights are on, people can see us?!?!”

“The sooner I’m satisfied, the sooner we can get back to your writing, the longer you wait, the more chance you’ll get seen with a big dick waving in front of you.”

Suck the big cock I’ve been wanting since I first got here, or get caught naked with it front of me, better start sucking. I grasped it with my hand, my breasts were probably on full display and my predicament, but I couldn’t hesitate being exposed for so long. I learned that from so many stories that hesitation was really got people caught, not the act itself. Into my mouth it went, his pre-cum so delicious and it felt harder than ever. Maybe delving so far into my dirty mind really turned him on as much as it did me. I reached down to rub my pussy and gently began by teasing my clit.

“No, this is punishment, none of that.”

I blushed as a whimper came out of me, it was honestly without thought because I was so disappointed, I couldn’t please myself as I pleased him. I guess he was right though, that a punishment wasn’t meant to pleasurable, even if sucking his cock did bring some pleasure from the dirty act. I could only imagine what someone may have been seeing as I bobbed my head up and down his dick in front of the window for anyone passing by to see. I really had no idea what was out there and, in my mind, there were countless people in the house next to us watching, either aroused or in disgust, maybe a party in the lawn and everyone stopped to stare.

I looked up at him, keeping eye contact, the look on his face somewhere between lust and approval, noticing that the rest of him was hidden from view. I eventually held it in my hand around the tip and bathed the rest of it with my tongue and as I came up to start sucking again, he pulled away and made his way back to the chair. I felt like I had just been driven off on but he motioned me to come over.

“Now write what just happened,” I sat on his lap and wrote it all out to the best of my ability, it had all happened so fast and he had me so turned on with a one-track mind wrapped around his cock.

When I finally finished, he had me stand up in front of him, pulling out a small bottle from between the seat and cushion. He poured it all over his cock, stroking it and making it glisten with much more than just my saliva. Then he took a finger and coated it with lube and began to tease my asshole with it, applying more to his finger and then slowly penetrating me. It didn’t feel as painful or tight when he did and I figured I was starting to get more accustomed to anal between the plug and him taking my cherry.

When he felt I was ready, he had me sit back down, this time guiding me so that his cock began penetrating my once virgin hole. It still felt just as hard, just as thick, but went in much more easily this time, although in this position I felt him hitting spaces I didn’t feel him touch the previous night. It felt so good and it was the one thing I was also craving since the moment he asked me to come over tonight.

He moved my hair away from my ear and whispered, “I have one last surprise for you.”

He pulled the laptop stand completely in front of me and began to lower it till it was between my leg and changed over to the browser which was set to a specific adult webcam site. I wasn’t sure exactly what he was going to do, maybe have us watch porn as we fucked, make me see some slut showing off for money, but after logging the webcam on his laptop came to life and there was me, from the chest down, sitting on his lap, completely naked.

“You wouldn’t, no way, you wouldn’t, you’d show random strangers you fucking me,” I was half scared, half aroused.

“Not until I hit the broadcast button, but I won’t do it unless you tell me to,” he spread my legs back over the arm rests, the added weight and position forcing him deeper inside of me, “however, I’m not going to let you cum till you do.”

“Start touching yourself, but no cumming,” I did as he said, rubbing my clit, spreading my lips with the other hand to have better access, exposing myself more whether by choice or stupidity.

I was so turned on that I was having a hard time thinking straight, my fingers felt so good, his cock made it a thousand times better. I had never been this turned on in my life and I knew that was a dangerous place to be, I mean I guess you couldn’t see my face, and it was some random screen name, there was no way…but what if the camera moves or I slip and my face is shown or someone recognizes the room or, all of these things that should have scared me were turning me on just as much. I moved the cursor over to the broadcast button and much to his shock clicked it. The room was empty and a part of me felt a relief for that but in mere seconds came flooding with people.

I felt like I was in an auditorium as people suddenly came in for a class but instead found me naked, getting ass fucked and touching myself to orgasm not knowing I was about to get caught. In this position everyone could see my bare chest, my nipples fully hard, my pussy fully on display as I rubbed it and his cock buried inside of me and his balls underneath me.

He pulled my hands away and put them to my sides, “do you wish your friends would fuck you?”

“Wait what, you’re asking me this now, they all can hear us?!?!” I felt him reach down and spread my pussy wide open showing all of the viewers a view deep inside of me.

Ding after ding of messages were coming through the chat, but they were so small I could hardly see them and probably knew what they were saying anyways. He started bouncing me up and down on his cock and then started to roughly rub my pussy.

“You want to fuck your friends, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I almost whispered as I felt I was being exposed to God knows how many people now and my secrets as well.

“You want the guys you practically grew up with to strip you naked, find out what a slut you are and have them gangbang the girl they considered their little sister.”

“Mmmm, yes.”

“What do you want, princess?

“I want my friends to fuck me like the slut I am, I want to be gangbanged and used and paraded around and to feel your hot dirty cum all over me.”

He pulled out and pulled me back, his cock in front of me and I couldn’t help but start to rub my pussy against it until I gripped it with two hands and began stroking it as I did. The feeling of being mentally and physically exposed pushed me over the edge, his dick was just the physical object to finally make me cum and as I did, moaning and screaming he began erupting all over me, having being edged just as long as I was.

He shot as high as my face if the cam had been raised that high would have seen it land on my mouth and chin, the spurts they did see were the thick hot ones that landed on my chest, stomach and thighs and pushed me into a second orgasm as I licked his cum off of my lips.

Apart of me thought I could make him cum again and kept stroking his cock, especially around the head, but I didn’t realize how sensitive guys really were after cumming and that just caused him to involuntarily kick his leg up, which hit the laptop stand and pushed it just back enough that my face started to come into view. As what I thought was my nose started to come into view, I was able to shut the laptop closed before I was really exposed. Fantasy was one thing; reality was a whole different ball game that I didn’t need to play just yet.

His finger traced from up my thigh to my stomach and up my neck, finishing its journey by shoving itself into my moaning mouth from how sensitive my skin was, globs of his cum spread out across my tongue by his finger.

“If I wasn’t so exhausted right now, I’d fucking spank you, naughty girl.”

I teased him by scooping us some more cum and putting it into my mouth as he watched, “don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“Where’s your bathroom, let’s go take a shower.”

I pulled him to join me, there was only one towel but we ended up sharing it in the end, but there was something about being a hot shower with his arms wrapped around me, washing me with soap and every so often playing with my breasts that was kind of loving. I had forgotten for a little bit that he was still married, had a family and was never going to be mine, but for those few minutes it was nice just to let myself believe. After we dried off, he sat back in the chair, completely naked, dick at attention once again as I walked in drying my hair, naked as he was.

“So, you’re leaving tomorrow? Heading back to, wherever it is you came from before you got here…”

“Have to get back to work, to my” he hesitated for a moment, was probably going to say family or wife and thought that he probably shouldn’t bring that up to the girl he just fucked again, “life.”

I looked at him, not just turned on, not a love-struck puppy, but to someone who I kind of felt truly grateful for at that moment that actually got me, didn’t freak out at my desires and really understood how to drive me wild. I walked up to him and began to straddle his lap and for a brief moment, I thought about him taking my virginity, I know it wouldn’t have been as simple, I was soaking wet, but even then, with his size and being a virgin, probably could have hurt myself and this wasn’t in the end the way I really wanted to lose it. Instead, I just rubbed down the bottom causing him to tense, throwing my arms around his neck, my breasts pressed up against his hair chest and the weirdest thing happen, I could feel myself start to cry.

“Thank you,” I felt truly pathetic, I was crying and saying thank you and he pulled me back with a look of concern in his eyes.

“What’s wrong, what did, oh god is everything ok are you hurting?”

“I just never thought I’d meet someone like you who got me, and I know, you’re married and have kids and I’m not saying run away and let’s be together, I just never thought I’d find someone like you and I hope I’m lucky enough to find someone like you again, who can actually be with I mean, no offense.”

I could almost feel my emotions brushing off and he wrapped his arms around me and held me close as well, “you’re welcome, and trust me, you will, lots of pervy guys out there that’ll want to probably fill all of your holes.”

I nuzzled into his chest and some time went by before we finally let each other go and got dressed. He emailed me what I had written so far after discretely shutting down the webcam site and walked me out the back way. A man of his age worried that his parents would find him bringing up a girl to his room was kind of hilarious. As I walked down the street and back to my home, I saw him standing out there watching me and in movie fashion ran back, jumped up into his arms and almost as if we both were thinking the same thing, kissed each other deeply in the first and possibly last act of romantic passion we would ever have for one another.

The walk home wasn’t so bad, it gave me a lot of time to contemplate all that happened, replay it in my mind, think of dirty things as I passed through downtown, multiple houses, the golf course and the public pools, and all the while I just couldn’t get him out of my head in all the scenarios. Finally, home, I checked my email and opened up the word doc so I could quickly finish this chapter before I forgot anything good. I wonder if a part of me will ever regret not letting him fuck me in every hole or maybe asking him to bring friends over, blindfold me and have a little gangbang party, hell maybe even invite his father over for a father, son bonding experience with the slut he found downtown.

Knowing my luck his father probably knew exactly who I was from church or some event held downtown that I volunteered for. I guess all I can say now, if he ever reads this is, thank you, and maybe one day we’ll meet again, sexually or as friends, you never know. I just hope you show your wife the same kinkiness and desire you showed me and that you don’t think of me the next time you fuck her, just when she sucks your amazing dick.