Paul and I usually don't play around.  That is to say with 6 arms and 3 penises each there is definately enough for two people, you know what I mean?  Now, of course in our multilimbed community we may run across a guy with some feature that is so remarkably hot that we have to invite him in for intimacy.  But for the most part we're perfectly happy left to ourselves.

Paul, you know, is an artist.  And not too long ago he hired a boytaur to pose nude for him at a bayou just outside of New Orleans.  Geoff is a perfect speciman of boytaur with 4 gorgeous legs and a torso that looks like it was chiseled by Praxiteles.  Actually, I've never met Geoff but I look forward to Paul's sketches everyday and they can be deliciously vivid.  Geoff, however, is incidental to the story.

Late one afternoon, hours after Paul's precious "optimum light" had faded away, he came home and brought with him a normoid.  Now, I'm loath to confess that I can be a bit of a bigot when it comes to normoids.  First of all, their bodies are so boring—two arms, two legs, one set of genitals.  Ho-hum!  But also because so many of them think of us as "freaks" and often I've been called "freak" by normoid scum.  Of course, pounding one into a pulp is no challenge. (Even though I've put the fear of God in more than my share.)

The ones who aren't seeing us as freak show exhibits are lusting after my six arms.  (If they knew about my dicks they'd really freak!)  And I get stupid remarks like, "Are all those arms really real???"  If I'm in the mood to indulge them I flex a few biceps for them and move along.  Frankly, I think they're mostly idiots.  So when Paul brought one home, knowing how I feel, I wondered what was up with that?

"This is Kip," he said.  "He's a friend of Geoff's."

"How do you do?" I said, extending one hand.  He greeted me and accepted my handshake. I gave him a bone crusher!  "Oh!" I said, putting on a Sincere Expression, "I'm sorry—I didn't mean to hurt you.  Paul, may I see you in the kitchen?"

"See?" Paul said to Kip, "I told you I lived with Archie Bunker."  He joined me in the kitchen.  "Hold on before you pass judgement!" he said.

"Pass judgement?  On what?  A fucking normoid who looks like he's had four or five arms sliced off in a train wreck."

"Trust me&8212;he isn't a normoid."  He waited for a response that was not forthcoming.  He laughed.  "Come back in."  We went into the living room where Kip was admiring some of Paul's artwork.  He seemed particularly interested in a portrait study of a 12-legged manipede.

"This one's nice, Paul."

"Thanks.  He was a nice guy.  Randy's dad is a manipede."

"Way cool!  How many legs?"

"Ten," I said, cooly, wishing they'd cut to the chase.  Finally Paul walked behind Kip and said, "May I?"

"Sure," Kip replied as two of Paul's arms came around to massage his pecs.  The other four hands slowly began to unbutton Kip's shirt. Something was beginning to happen under Kip's shirt; his pecs looked like they were starting to bulge out.  Alarmingly so.  Paul kept unbuttoning.  Slowly.  Seductively.

"Kip," he said, "tell him your nickname."

"Kip the Nip," he replied.  At that moment, Paul tore off the unbuttoned shirt. Now, I thought I'd seen everything and I didn't think I could freak out but what I saw was the surprise of my life.

"I'll be goddamned!  Nip dicks!"  Where each of Kip's nipples should have been there was a fully erect penis!   Each one was about 7" long and, on top of that... pierced with Prince Alberts!  My own cocks sprang to immediate attention at the sight of his nipple dick rings. I'd often heard of people with nip dicks but this was the first time I'd ever seen any.  "Are they fully functional?" I asked, like a damned normoid.

"Oh, yes."

"Do they cum?"

"They're leaking precum now." said Paul, offering me a taste on his finger.

"But they actually shoot?  I mean... ejaculate?"

"Keep playing with them and find out."

"Now THAT'S what I call lactating!" said Paul.  Suddenly, I wanted Kip to nurse me.  Paul had the same idea.  He came around to the front and took one into his mouth.  He swallowed it all the way down to the pec, masturbating the other nip dick and rubbing two or three hands on Kip's growing crotch.

"How many do you have down there?" I asked.

"Just the one," he said.  He took Paul's hand off his other nip-dick and offered it to me.  I got very close.  Paul had squeezed a drop of precum out that sat like an opal on the slit.  I transferred it to my tongue.  Kip moaned. I reached over with a couple of hands and touched Paul's fly.  His cocks were struggling to keep from breaking out.  I unzipped his fly while I felt Kip's belly with another hand, his pec with another and used one in tandem with my mouth on his tasty nip dick.  While those hands were busy I used my remaining hands to remove my pants.

Like a magnet, Paul's hands went straight to my dicks.  Kip reached down for a feel and I moaned while I sucked his nip-dick hard and fast.  Paul jacked two of my cocks while Kip took the third.  Our heads bobbed up and down at Kip's chest as we frantically sucked the sex that grew there.  All at once Kip pulled his cocks out of our mouths.  He looked at us a moment and whispered, "I want to fuck you both."  Paul didn't need much encouragement; he used all six hands to practically rip his jeans off.

"How do you want us?" I asked.

"Turn around and bend over," replied Kip.  "Stand so your butts are squeezed beside each other.  We did.  Kip got down on his knees and used the only two hands God gave him to guide his nip dicks into our anxious holes.  The sensation was indescribable!  Usually when you're fucked you feel legs and balls behind you, but now what I felt slapping against my ass was Kip's smooth chest.  By flexing and releasing his pecs he was able to slip his nip dicks in and out.   The feeling was not to be believed!

I reached over with my three left hand and jacked off Paul's dicks.  He reciprocated with his right hands.  I reach behind with one of my free hands and wanked Kips crotch dick.  The nip dicks fucked harder and harder and everyone was moaning and screaming like we were in the throes of death.  

Suddenly Kip cried out, "They're cumming!" I immediately pulled it out of my ass and turned around just in time to see a ribbon of cream jet out from his chest. From the way his left pec was convulsing I knew the other one was filling Paul's hold with cum.  I was so into the nip dicks that I didn't even realize that Kip's crotch cock had oozed its funk all over my hand.

Paul came.  First one.  Then two.  Then three.  Then two of mine.  But Kip got down and sucked the third until I shot down his throat.  Afterwards we all lay down on the bed and Paul and I treated him to a full 12-handed massage.