Erectile Fitswell Saves Holland
by Jack Corbett

"He’s reverting again," Dr Kwan noted in her memoirs, which she had entitled "My most unforgettable fucks." "I need that driving cock inside me again guided by his animal mindlessness.  I want the beast pummeling me.  I have to have him because he doesn’t give a shit about whom or what he fucks.  I need to make him well-- to make him whole again so that I can feel him reaming me while he's exploding inside me. "Dick," she silently prayed to herself, I want to feel that huge piston of yours inside me and the thought of you not caring about me as you inject me full of your precious fluids.

She couldn’t sleep that night but the next day a solution came to her. "I need to shock him.  Have to come up with something that will remind him of his past that will really piss him off.  Only then can I force him to release that animal passion  lurking in his subconscious.  And hopefully, this time, my cure will be long lasting. But that was the doctor in her reminding her of how she had taken the sacred Hippocratic oath that admonished all doctors to look after the welfare of their patients above all other considerations.

On a baser level a little voice kept telling her: "I need to make him need me.  So that I will become indispensable to him.  Only then can I always count on good sex. When he looks at me as the only way he’s going to get it up and come he will be mine.

*****

That night she brought to his hospital bed a photocopy of a painting.  Dick Fitswell looked at the photocopy, narrowing his eyes as he studied it. Then he lost it, bellowing, "That is not what happened. For hundreds of years the Fitswells have been deprived of the recognition that they deserve.  I hate history.  It’s made up by a bunch of fucking liars."

The photo copy was of a famous painting of the Blue Boy saving Holland by sticking his finger into a dike which kept the low lying countryside and towns from flooding. The painting depicted the Blue Boy as a town idiot, the kind of fool that would have gladly volunteered to be shot out of a cannon.

"That is not what happened!" Dick Fitswell exclaimed. "My great ancestor, Erectile Fitswell, saved Holland as only a true hero could.  He should have been revered and immortalized forever.  Instead, he was forgotten."

"What actually happened?" Dr Kwan asked calmly.

"My ancestor, Erectile Fitswell, was the first great man in the Fitswell clan.  He was born with a huge cock but he suffered from poor eyesight since birth.  Which was the best thing that ever happened to Holland until the Germans invaded that swampland during World War II.  He tried to fuck everything in sight.  So he was a lot like me.  But being half blind a lot of ugly women had a chance with him. Legend has it that he really made the rounds."

"You’ve had hundreds of women yourself, Dick.  Any idea, and I mean we’ll never actually know the exact number, but have you any concept of how many women Erectile Fitswell fucked?"

"No one knows for sure but it had to be in the thousands.  Thousands.  I have proof of that because it is a known fact that the average Dutchman has a seven inch penis whereas the average man only has six inches.  Erectile impregnated a lot of women back then.  Since he couldn’t see worth a damn he started to get bored since all the women looked pretty much alike to him.  And the more bored he got the hornier he became as he started  visualizing himself in all kinds of bizarre sexual situations."

And that’s what did it.  Dick’s bringing up his ancestor being in bizarre sexual situations, not to mention the name itself, Erectile Fitswell.  Dr. Kwan’s mind went into a dream like state as Dick Fitswell’s voice continued.  The event----Erectile Fitswell’s saving Holland with his huge cock became as real as watching the History channel.

******

At six foot seven, Erectile Fitswell was tall for a Dutchman in the old days.  His height made him conspicuous enough.  But his eighteen inch penis was something he wanted to keep under wraps until he had to use it.  Since he was fourteen he had gotten into the habit of using a leather harness his father used for the horses to strap his cock to his leg.  But today it had gotten very hot and the heat had made his leg sweat underneath the leather strapping.  Perspiration started to seep down huge appendage which got his cock tingling.

"I need to fuck someone fast,"Erectile Fitswell bellowed. "And I need a hot bitch. One that won’t peter out on me after just a few minutes of my dick."

He saw the dyke just yards away but because of his poor eyesight he hadn't noticed that she had been there for long, watching him. The woman had a reddish cast to her skin, was around seven feet tall and was very broad in the hips.  Erectile couldn’t be sure but he thought he saw a greenish liquid oozing out of her. "Aha, he exclaimed triumphantly, "it must be one of those lesbian bitches I’ve heard about. There’s very few of them around. They used to burn them at the stake."

Erectile Fitswell remembered how his father had once told him about witches and how one could always tell a witch from a normal woman. "They will often have seeping from their genitals a discolored fluid that can be yellow or green. Sometimes it is red although one can easily mistake a menstruating woman for a witch when there’s a red discharge present," said his father. "And take my word for it.  A lot of witches screw each other.  I’ve often wondered what it would be like fucking one of those kind of witches.  But I’ve never had the chance."

It was the chance of a lifetime.  Erectile’s father had never fucked a dyke before. And never even met a witch.  "Forget the preliminaries," Erectile shouted at the woman. "You want my cock and my cock is sweating up a storm wanting to release itself into your hole.  Stand aside, woman as I introduce you to the best cock in Holland."

Within seconds Erectile had torn off his pants, not even bothering to undo his belt. Taking off the leather harness was a different matter since all the sweating had made it stick to his penis. Carefully peeling off the leather strap, Erectile had the gnawing feeling that somehow the dyke would run off and leave him, naked out in the field.  But she patiently waited for him to finish unlimbering his huge member, still oozing that greenish watery substance that proved once and for all that she was indeed, a witch and a woman who preferred other women to men.

By the time Erectile Fitswell got his cock ready for action the oozing had become a torrent, a virtual stream of liquid gushing out onto the ground.  "She wants me," Erectile said to himself.  "She’s so excited she’s already coming all over her own legs. "I haven’t a moment to lose," he shouted, as he plunged his penis deep inside her hole.

Fucking the dike was like nothing he had ever experienced before.  As his dick expanded into its opening Erectile felt a wall harden around his shaft that refused to yield. "It’s a dyke," he shouted excitedly. "It’s a dyke and I’m fucking her so hard she will never have anything to do with another woman again."

But it turned out to be the other way around. The dike was made of stone masonry which is the reason Erectile’s penis failed to sense any give in the hole he was fucking.  Had he not been so excited he would have noticed that shoving his shaft back and forth in that hole was like fucking sand paper.  His penis started to bleed into the hole of the dike just as he started coming.

Several local farmers found him stuck to the dike with his penis still inside it. Erectile Fitswell had passed out from the loss of blood.

"Look at that idiot," one of the farmers said to the other.

"But look at the hole in that dike.  If he hadn’t started fucking it it would have gotten bigger and bigger.  In no time the whole dike would have burst and all our fields and crops would have been flooded.  Most of Holland would be under water right now. That man’s a saint."

*****

"So what happened to him?" Dr Kwan asked.

"They put him in an insane asylum.  Some gratitude, huh?  Erectile Fitswell saves the whole fucking country and they reward him by putting him in a nuthouse."

"So did he die there?"

"He got leprosy. Then he died.  But before he died I am proud to report that he fucked all the female lepers in the place.  He was truly a great man, always thinking of others, giving a lot of pleasure to all those lepers before they passed away."

"Well.....he was obviously a little more than crazy," said Dr. Kwan.

"No he wasn’t," said Dick Fitswell. He was just half blind is all.  But I’m pissed off right now from just thinking about the raw deal he got. Turn over.  I’m fucking you in the ass."

For the first minute having Fitswell’s eighteen inch cock up her ass hurt.  But it should have hurt a lot more.  In fact, her whole anal area started to get numb as Dick repeatedly rammed his raging penis into her tight opening.  Dr Kwan started to feel a peace she had never felt before.  "I am needed," she told herself.  "I am here to cure him and to be an outlet for his rage.  I must sacrifice myself to this great man."