"The 11.000 vergas", or this dimensional door to Venus

... Just arrived from the sticky streets of Barcelona in May, Marc Sala left his rucksack on the table of the kitchen, and walked to the bathroom.



While the hole of his verga ejected a thin and vigorous sabre of yellow piss into the white receptacle, his curiosity about "The 11.000 vergas" got increased: 
shaking his shaft 7 times sala put his cock into the jeans again, and slid the zipper in that direction -up.

Intrigued, Sala returned to the kitchen, served half bottle of horchata in a large and yellow glass, and extracted the cassette from the green and yellow rucksack... as a collector of erotica, Sala knew about these obscure series of pornographic cassettes from the latest Francoist era, in the 70's, that had to be secretly manufactured in France, but he never could see one, til that afternoon, when unexpectedly found "The 11.000 vergas" on a godforsaken record store of the Gothic zone.
The cover showed 2 ardent women having sex... Marc Sala stayed hypnotized observing the brunette woman on the cover, whose body seemed to be ignited by the delight.

Sala felt his garcha getting fatter and longer observing that hot morena masturbating with one hand, and rubbing her humid conchita on the other woman's thigh at once, a blonde who was masturbating, and whose mouth was open in a gesture of delice.... Sala started stroking his cock with one hand, while put the tape into the stereo with the other hand, and pressed "play".

From the speakers, sighs and moans of females started rising, mixed with obscene words and screams of pleasure.... the sound was so vivid, that Sala thought that these noises came from behind his back, and turned his back to see... but he was the only person in that kitchen.

Minute after minute the moans and vociferations full of delight became more and more intense, and Marc Sala left his humanity fall on a chair with astonished abandon, while his hand masturbated his erect shaft.... some minutes later, after reaching his climax, in the middle of a wet n' warm chorus of women screaming and sighing with pleasure, Sala felt a sweet genital contraction, and the head of his verga spat a thick and white jet of cum, that fell on the floor, and on his right thigh, but as his orgasm was ending into a deep sensation of relax, Marc Sala felt how the aural waves coming from the tape started surrounding him physically, touching him, caressing him... all of a sudden Sala felt a delicate and invisible hand holding and massaging his balls, and a couple of transparent and fleshy lips sucking his cock.

Shocked, Marc Sala screamed with horror, and tried to stand up, confused and full of fear with such supernatural event, but more and more female hands started surrounding him, and more and more female lips started sucking him, licking him, kissing him... and more and more yet, and vaginas, rubbing the moist labia all over his body, til Sala felt completely wrapped by feminine flesh, ardor and humidity, and then, with so many bodies holding him, touching him, rubbing him, and even getting hanged on his shoulders, he fell on the floor with his eyes exorbitantly open, multitude of smooth and fuckable bodies crushing him, and his mind prey of a mixture of pleasure and panic...


Some minutes later the side one of the cassette ended, and the silence inundated the kitchen... on the table, some minimal drops of horchata shone on the brim of the semi-empty, large and yellow glass

beside the yellow glass, and the green and yellow rucksack, the tape cover showed Marc Sala in a hot threesome with the unnamed pair of females, motionless in photographic fixedness, in the eternity of paper, forever.


The last rays of an evening sun entered through the window, into the empty kitchen, as the shadows on the Barcelona's streets started getting taller than the day.

"The 11.000 vergas", or this dimensional door to Venus.