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After a silly conversation, Daniela finds a terrible truth.

Chapter 3: What now?

It was three in the afternoon when Bianca and Daniela each took a mug of hot chocolate out in the porch. After opening the awning they sat on garden chairs to watch the snow fall, and relax as they digested their lunch.

“Oh, damn. I’m full. How can those people eat so much. Your mom’s rice pudding, though. I hope she brought more.” said Bianca as she sat down.

“Heh, maybe we should ask her for the recipe and we can make some while I stay here.” suggested Daniela.

“That sounds pretty fuckin’ amazing, not gonna lie.” Bianca replied.

“Hey, what do you think of that Brazilian grill restaurant we always go to in Newark?” asked Daniela, taking a sip of her chocolate.

“Well, I don’t know. It’s not bad. I mean, the ‘rents seem to like it. Personally I think their rice is pretty good, the Picanha is decent, and it’s always fun to drink Sumol. But I guess if you want something more hardcore you’d have to go down to the city. Why, you don’t like it?” asked Bianca.

“Nah, I do. It’s not bad. You’re right about the Sumol though, sometimes I feel like that’s the only thing I look forward to the most there. W-well, besides getting to see you and running off to the bathroom with you.” said Daniela.

“Heh, that’s my girl.” Bianca replied, taking a sip of her hot drink.

For a few minutes they just sat around, sipping hot chocolate and appreciating the snow as it fell. They could hear the faint static-like noise the snow flakes made landing on top of the awning. Aside from that, the silence the snow created was almost comforting.

“Hey, so, have you made a decision on what colleges to go to?” asked Daniela.

“I don’t know, was thinking about Purchase. I heard their dance program is like, balls deep.” Bianca explained.

“Hahahah! It’s what?” Daniela wasn’t sure if she heard her right.

“I mean they’re fuckin’ serious, man! Hahah!” said Bianca.

“Oh, heh, I was like – ‘Balls deep? What the fuck is that?’” said Daniela.

“Hahahah! You never heard people say ‘balls deep’ before?” Bianca asked.

“No, dude! Where did you get that from?” asked Daniela.

“I don’t know, man. People just use it. You really never heard of ‘balls deep’ before?”

“No! W-why are we having this con-“

“Like ‘Hey! Check out that girl’s tits’ man!’ ‘Aw, man! That’s balls deep, yo!’”

“Bianca!”

“‘Dude… this joint, it’s called the Balls Deep.’ ‘Oh, yeah? Why’s that?’ ‘It’s because soon enough, I too will be balls deep.’”

“Hahahah! Please, stop it! I get the -“

“‘My grandma made some brownies and I told her to use this special herb I got from Mexico. I told her it helps relax your muscles. She totally bought it.’”

“Oh, my God, Bianca that’s horrible.”

“‘Yea, she wanted to know what the herbs were called and I told her the old people in Mexico call it the sacred Ballso el Deepo. Dude, she was totally all for it. She even wanted to make some tea with it when I showed her the huge bag I had. Dude, she was so high that night. How high was she?’” Bianca pointed at Daniela expecting her to have grasped the concept well enough by now to know the answer.

And so, as if they had rehearsed it they said at the same time: “Balls deep high.”

“Bianca… What the fuck?” said an amused Daniela with her hands hovering above her head.

“Your hot chocolate is balls deep.” continued Bianca under her breath.

“Augh! C’mon! That made me think of some old dude dipping his balls deep in my chocolate! I don’t even wanna drink it anymore!” said Daniela.

“Well then give it to me! Don’t waste it!” said Bianca, extending a hand out to Daniela. “Old man balls is the best hot chocolate in the world, man!”

“Hahahah! I’m done! I’m going back in your room to enjoy my disgusting old man balls by myself. Bye!” said Daniela as she walked back inside the house giggling. Bianca however almost spurted hot chocolate out of her mouth after what Daniela said. She began to laugh so hard she could barely focus to put her mug back on the table without spilling a few drops.

Daniela passed through the living room where her parents and Bianca’s were hanging. They were watching “O Programa do Jo”, a popular Brazilian talk-show hosted by a sweet, chubby fella whom Daniela always enjoyed to listen to. She noticed how old he’s gotten over the years though and that made her a little sad. As she was about to continue on her way to Bianca’s room Bianca’s mother started a conversation with her.

“Dani!” she called as the commercials came on.

“Wassup?” Daniela answered.

“How was the hot chocolate, love?”

“Hahahah! It’s good, I’m still drinking it!” Daniela answered holding up her mug.

“Have some of Jorge’s Camel Drool, Dani.” said her mother. She was talking about the caramel mousse desert that Bianca’s father had made. It was actually one of Daniela’s favorites.

“Can I have some later after dinner? I’m full right now.” she answered.

“Of course! Don’t listen to these old jararacas, Dani! They just wanna fatten you up for the boys!” said Jorge.

“Jorge! That’s not nice to say! I’m sure she’s got boys crawling all over her. Right, Dani?” said his wife.

Daniela simply laughed at the comments. They were simply trying to patronize her and didn’t mean anything by it. It’s not like they knew anything anyways.

“You should see Bianca’s friend. The poor boy is so shy around her, but she’s got him all wrapped up around her finger I bet, otherwise he wouldn’t be here so often.” said Bianca’s mother.

Daniela’s heart jumped a little. Something she thought was a bit ridiculous. Bianca’s allowed to have friends over. Guy friends.

“Oh, you mean that kid, Hayden? I’ve no idea what she sees in that kid. He barely says anything. I think she just feels sorry for him.” said Jorge.

“Well, they do spend a lot of time together. I hope he’s not gay, I can’t stand people like that.” said Bianca’s mother as the show came back on.

“Eh, I’d rather not talk about them either. Look, here comes Jo.” said Jorge as he raised the volume.

Daniela couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. She felt like she wasn’t supposed to have heard that, ever. More like she’d rather not have heard it at all. At that moment Bianca came in from the porch and sighed of relief. She looked at Daniela, wondering why she wasn’t in her room like she said she was. For a second Daniela wasn’t aware of her deer-in-headlights expression as she made eye contact with Bianca. Quickly, she gave Bianca a smile that, although fake was good enough to hide her thoughts. Bianca smiled back and Daniela turned and headed to Bianca’s room. What now? Was this okay? It’s not like it mattered, right? It’s not like they have to tell their parents. What about Bianca? Does she know her parent’s think this way? …Does she even care? As she walked down the hallway everything she felt about the Lima’s over the years began to crumble. It began to feel fake. Or like it was never there. The bathroom was open so she went in, locked the door and sat on the floor against the sink cabinet with her hands on her head. What now? …What now?

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I am writing about some things that have gone on recently in my sex life with my gorgeous Wife Robin and our friend Heather.
It was a Friday morning and Robin my Wife had me up and off to the store for supplies early, for a big surprise she had planned. She planned a night at home, cooking out, having some beers and relaxing. As she hands me the list for the store, she pulls me close and kisses me deep. As she does this, she reaches down and grabs my cock through my shorts. Robin smiles at me and tells me that when I get back from the store, she was going to suck my cock until every drop of my hot cumm was in her mouth. Then suddenly pulling away and pushing me out the door, with a very mischevious smile on her face, Robin says go, go, and hurry back.
As I walked through the store, I looked over the list and on there was a note. It read,
” Honey, tonight I have plans for you and I, so I need you to do what I say and get exactly what I need on the list, Love you, xoxoxo”.
Wondering what she was up to, I decided to call her and see what she was doing at the house. The phone rang and rang, but she never answered. I was curious why she didn’t answer, so my mind wondered while I shopped. What could she be up to that would keep her from answering the phone. I thought maybe she decided to take a shower, or maybe she had went outside. Then my mind wondered to the thought that maybe she decided to play with her pussy. Maybe she was laying on our bed, with her pussy spread and her fingers working over her swollen clit. Realizing as I walked through the store I was getting a hard on, I looked over the list again. Whip cream, strawberries, chocolate sauce, Ice cream, ice, sodas, and some other stuff. As I shopped, I wondered to myself, what the hell is she up to. Giggling to myself, I decide to call the house again to see if I can reach her. This time the phone is busy, so I figure cool, I’ll try again in a minute and I should get her. After walking through the store and collecting the goods I was instructed to get, I made it to my truck and started to put the groceries in, and my phone rings. It was Robins cell ring. I answered it and it’s Robin telling me the house phone was out. She said she had some things to do, and sorry she had missed me. Robin asked what I needed and I told her I was wondering what she was up to, so I thought I would call. Robin told me, never mind that, I would find out soon enough.
That’s when Robin told me that I needed to go and pick up her friend Heather, who couldn’t get a ride to work. Now just so it is clear, Robin is smoken hot, with brown hair, gorgeous eyes, nice tits and an ass that is just amazing. Robin has some hot friends, but Heather in particular was hot, and from what we could tell, somewhat open and dirty minded. She has long brown hair, nice tight small tits, a wicked tight ass, just yummy. Robin and I had discussed while having sex, Heathers body, how hot she was and what we would like to do to her. So as I drove to pick Heather up, my mind wondered some. Before I knew it, I was getting hard again, so I focused on diving and figuring out where I was supposed to go.
Not knowing where Heather lived, I had to drive around a bit. Finally I called home to ask directions again and no answer again. Not sure what to do, my phone rings. I look down and it is an unknown number. Not sure what is up with the phone at home, I answer it and it’s Heather. She asks me where I am and as I tell her I am lost, she laughs and proceeds to give me instructions on where to go to get her. With that, she says bye and she will see me soon.
Finally getting to Heather, I pull up and go to her apartment. As I knock on her door, I hear her yell from inside to come on in. Hearing this, I stepped in and closed the door behind me. As I looked around, Heather was no where to be found. I called out for her, and she said she was in her room and to come on in. She said she still needed to finish getting ready. So I walked down the hallway and stepped in to her room. Heather was standing in the mirror, with only a sheer white bra and a tight sheer white g-string. I said to her, “oh excuse me” and went to turn around, when Heather said, no, stay. Come in and relax, I will be ready in a minute. With that, I sat on her bed and watched this gorgeous brunette stand in front of me, with only her g-string and bra on. What an ass let me tell you. I was getting so hard, especially after Robin teasing me before I went to the store, the thoughts I was having and the thoughts I had on the way to pick Heather up.. Suddenly I thought, Oh shit, the stuff in the truck. I told Heather there was ice cream in the car and I should get it in the refrigerator soon, or I would be in trouble. She looked over and said I should go get it, she may be a few more minutes getting ready. As I walked down stairs to the car, I called home to let Robin know of the change in plans and that it would be a few minutes longer until I got back home. No answer again? Now I was somewhat worried, but figured the phone was still down, and maybe she was working on her plans for the night. Not thinking anymore of it, I got the ice cream and went back to the apartment.
Heather had told me to just come on in and not to knock, so I did. To my surprise, Heather was on her couch in the living room, still in her G-string, but no bra this time. Heather told me to put the ice cream away and then asked me to come help her, she said she broke her bra strap and wondered if I could help her fix it, so she could get off to work.
As I sat next to her, I looked at her gorgeous firm natural tits and couldn’t help but to let out an approval. It came out as yummmy. Heather said thanks and asked me if I wanted to touch them. I told her no, I can’t, Robin! She looked at me and said, it’s ok! Joking Heather tells me, I know you would just end up squeezing and sucking my hard nipples anyway.. Surprised she said that, I was blushing, then suddenly Heather said fuck it, come here, I want to feel your hands and mouth on me. Without any further invitation needed, I leaned in and pulled Heather close to me as I sucked her hard nipples, nibbling on them, sucking them hard and deep, while squeezing her tits hard, pinching her nipples lightly, then harder. Heather moaned and told me how good it felt. I could tell she was getting hot, her breathing was quicker and she was flush. Still in her sheer white panties, I moved a hand down and worked it over her pussy. Feeling her pussy all wet through the material, she moaned as I stroked my fingers over her pussy. Her moans and whispers in my ear were so hot. She was driving me crazy. Heather told me she had been wanting some cock bad and that Robin had told her how good of a fuck I am.
Looking up at her, I said we needed to hurry. Robin was expecting me back soon. Heather said ok and told me we should go in the room. I said, I meant we should get to the house and that I was sorry. Putting her finger to my mouth, telling me hush, she said not yet, she stood up and said follow me, I have something to show you. Following her sweet ass into her room, I walked in and sat down on her bed. Heather bent down in front of me, showing me that ass and wet pussy, covered in those tight white dripping wet panties. She placed a video in the player, then came and sat with me. She said she wanted me, leaned in and kissed me. I wanted to feel her tight body against mine and I wanted to taste her, but I was worried about Robin. Heather said no worries I would like the video, so watch close k. Suddenly she was pulling my pants open to free my rock hard cock. I watched as she took my cock into her hot mouth. It felt so good. As I watched her, then the video, I could see it was two women kissing, then undressing each other. As I looked closer, I recognized the women, it was Robin and Heather. Stunned and so fucken turned on I could barely contain myself, I looked at Heather to ask about it, when Robin suddenly stepped out of the closet. Giggling and telling me “surprise”, Robin came over and knelt next to Heather, then pulled her mouth from my cock and kissed her deep. As I watched, I glanced back at the video, it was Robin fingering Heather.
Turned on to the maximum, I told them they were in trouble. Heather liked this and told Robin they should get a spanking. Agreed, they bent over the bed and told me to punish them. Seeing those two gorgeous asses with only g-strings on, I worked each one slowly, squeezing it, slapping it softly, then harder, then hard enough to where I was leaving hand marks. Heather would moan loud as I did this, to the point where she finally said enough, and turned, going to her knees, she went back to my cock, sucking it deep and hard. She was gagging on it, over and over. Looking at me the whole time, moaning on it, spitting on it, getting it all wet. It felt so fucking good. Robin told me she hoped I liked her plans for this Friday night. With that, she said she had met Heather here earlier and the two of them fucked while I was at the store and lost. Giggling, she said she wanted to see my reaction to another woman flirting with me and then seducing me. Robin told me I was a good boy for being so good and not completely going for it, but also a bad boy for playing even a little bit. Then she said that she was happy though, because now I was going to get to fuck them both. Heather was still sucking my cock so deep, I couldn’t hold back and told Robin, “I’m cumming, I’m cummming so hard in her mouth”. Robin told Heather to get all of it, but make sure to share. That she did. Fuck Heather sucked me dry, taking each drop. Then they kissed, sharing it between them. What dirty girls. Robin told Heather she was a good girl and now my turn. With that, Robin grabbed Heather by her hair and pulled her to her pussy. Robin told her to eat it and fucking eat it good bitch. Shocked at how my wife was treating Heather, but turned on as well, I noticed Heathers wet pussy in the air, doggie while she ate Robins pussy. Robin was moaning, telling Heather how good her mouth felt on her clit. Moaning into her pussy, Heather wiggled her ass as I reached over and slid a finger into her wet, super tight pussy. Robin looked at me and told me to fuck her, to fuck Heathers pussy good and hard while the bitch ate her pussy.
As I worked my cock into Heathers pussy, I could see her eat my Wife’s pussy. Robin was so wet I could see her juices running down her ass. It was so hot to see Robin getting it on with another woman right in front of me. Looking into her eyes, we looked at each other as I slid my cock into Heathers tight wet pussy. Hearing Heather moan into Robin’s pussy, I went deeper and harder, then harder and deeper, until l was balls deep in her hot pussy, pounding her hard and long. My cock was so wet and creamy from her pussy, I was able to fuck her with long deep strokes, filling her hole over and over and over, with hard thick cock like she wanted. Heather was screaming for me to fuck her, while she tried to eat Robins pussy. Robin told her to shut up and lick her pussy, pulling her hair, Robin pulled Heathers head into her pussy, smothering her this time, making her lick it. Seeing this was so hot. I couldn’t believe we were fucking Heather like we had fantasized about. Suddenly Robin screamed out “I’m cumming, eat my pussy bitch, I’m cumming, oh my god, fuck yeah, make me cumm”. Robin shook hard, pulling Heathers mouth into her. Robin kept shaking, while I kept fucking Heather hard and deep. Running my thumb over Heathers asshole, then slipping it in. Heather started to shake and moaned out of Robins pussy that she was cumming. When Robin heard this, she told me to drill her. Doing as I was told, I stepped it up and I pounded Heather, fucking her hard, hard enough to make her squirt all over. Her pussy juice went everywhere, soaking my cock and balls and the bed. Robin said fuck yeah, cheering me on for fucking her so good. Heather was shaking so hard, I had to hold her hips to keep her close enough. Robin kissed her and told her how hot it was to see her get fucked by me. With this, I pulled my cock out of Heathers pussy slowly, then worked it over her asshole. It was so wet from her juices and me fingering it, I worked the head of my cock in slowly, leaning in to kiss her back. Robin looked at Heather and asked her if she had been fucked in the ass before. With a deep grunt and moan, she said no, but it felt fucken good. Hearing this, I went deeper, stretching her tight asshole, filling her deep with my cock. As I pumped my cock in and out of her tight ass, Robin moved under her and began to lick her pussy. This sent Heather over the edge and she came again, shaking and screaming out how fucken good it felt. Finally I lost is and filled her ass with my cumm.
Collapsing on the bed, we all took a break for a few minutes. As we did this, I looked over to see the video still playing. This time I was really surprised, it was Robin, tied up while Heather and another girl fucked her with strap on dildo’s. I was locked on and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Robin asked me if I liked what I was seeing and before I could answer, she slipped her hand from her wet pussy straight to my mouth. She told me not to worry, and that I was now going to be getting a lot of pussy and that I needed to get used to watching her fuck other women, because she liked it and that Heather was her slave, which meant she was there to be used however she deemed fit. Being a smart man, I agreed with this and took full advantage of the situation. I took Robin and Heather and told them to bend over the bed again. Once they were in position, I fucked each of them, one at a time, in there hot tight dripping wer pussies, then in there tight asses, until they both came again, then I came hard, showering my cumm over there asses. This was a Friday night I wont forget anytime soon.

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To award the winner of her beauty pageant, Becky must be satiated by the three finalists and their naughty toys!

The World’s First Futa – Futa’s Beauty Pageant

Chapter Three: Futa’s First Naughty Award

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

“So I think everyone in the audience and watching live around the world is interested in who won, Becky,” Adelia, the talk show host interviewing me, asked. “Which one of the three finalists impressed you the most?”

“Well, it wasn’t an easy decision,” I said. “All three of them blew me away with their talent portion of the contests. They were all so eager to win and be crowned Ms. Bred 2019. Their horny and pregnant bodies quivered to please me.”

“So that’s what it came down to?” she asked. “Which of them made you cum the hardest in the toy portion?”

I smiled at Adelia. “Well, they all made me cum hard during the talent contest for different reason. I mean, Cass’s amazing control of her pectoral muscles to make her tits bounce and squirt breast milk was amazing. And Sabrina’s angelic voice, belting out one of the hardest songs to sing while having toys buzzing inside her pussy and asshole… Well, that was a sight to behold.”

“And she was kind enough to share her toys, too,” added Adelia. “It’s called the Sabrina Rule, right. Where the contestants can’t give sex toys to the judges to try and influence them.”

“Mr. Mondale implemented it for the second year,” I said. “I think he was just jealous he wasn’t given a vibrator.”

Adelia laughed at that, a genuine sound bursting from her lips. She leaned over, her tits jiggling in her dress, moving in such inviting ways.

My futa-cock was so hard. I was looking forward to the upcoming commercial break. I needed another cum. Enjoying my wife’s asshole before the last break was great, but… talking about my life was just so exciting.

It just kept me hard all the time.

“And, of course, Jacki gave that amazing magic show,” Adelia continued when she regained her composure. “She proved how skilled she was with sex toys.”

“I still don’t know how she switched the egg vibrators,” I said. “I know I pushed a blue one into her cunt with my girl-dick and then pulled out a red one a moment later.” I shuddered, remembering that wicked delight. “That’s what makes stage magicians so much fun. And, yes, she was skilled with toys.

“They all were.”

“So whose idea was it to have the finale come down to the three remaining contestants to please you with their favorite sex toys?” Adelia patted my thigh. Heat rippled up my skin to my pussy. Then it throbbed up to my futa-dick tenting the front of my skirt. “You?”

“Mr. Mondale,” I said. “He knew it would be a huge rating boon advertising that you’d get to see me fuck the three finalist. The advertising rates he charged alone made us both rich.”

Adelia leaned closer, her hand stroking higher up my thigh. Her eyes had a naughty glint in them. “So, why did you vote for the winner?”

“Because she infected me with her enthusiastic charm,” I purred, licking my lips.

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March 23rd, 2019

“So the rules for the toy demonstration are simple,” purred Karissa Walmsley. Last year’s Miss Universe held her pregnant belly, covered by her silver dress, with both hands as she faced the audience. “The three remaining finalist have each selected their favorite sex toys. They’re going to use them on Becky Woodward. Then she and the other two judges will select the one they think pleased our naughty futa the most.”

Applause thundered through the Dolby Theater in Los Angeles. I shivered, listening to it, my futa-dick so hard beneath my little, black dress. I rose once more from the judges table and strutted out onto the stage on my heels, feeling so glamorous. This was the same stage that the Oscars were held. In the year-and-a-half since I became the world’s first futa, it never really hit me just how powerful having a girl-dick was.

The audience loved me. Many were women, their desire for me sweeping over the stage. I heard my fellow cheerleaders whooping in the front row. They were here to support Mei Wen, a Chinese girl on our squad, who made the event but was disqualified in the first round.

Now they were just eager to watch me have my fun.

“Mmm, Becky,” Karissa said, her right arm slipping around my waist and pulling me against the swell of her pregnancy. She wasn’t showing as much as the contestants, but it still made my dick throb knowing my daughter grew inside of her. “I bet you’re just excited.”

“Can’t you tell?” I asked, glancing down at my clit-dick tenting the front of the skirt. “I’ve been looking forward to this all night. It’s not often that women bust out their toy collection to please me.”

“Too busy working their fertile pussies up and down your cock to do much else?” Karissa asked, her voice throaty. I remembered meeting her four months ago and how the caramel-skinned, mixed race beauty queen exploded on my girl-dick.

“Yep.”

“Good thing you’ve already bred all the finalists so they concentrate on pleasing other parts of you.”

The crowd whooped again.

My cheeks actually blushed. I didn’t think I could still blush, but right now, before them all, a surprisingly virginal wave of nervousness washed through me. My stomach gave a little turn even as my pussy grew hotter. Juices trickled down my thighs. I was eager for this to start while hoping I didn’t make a fool of myself before the world as the cameras broadcast this live.

It wasn’t on one of the big networks, but on cable where the FCC couldn’t object.

“So, who are you leaning towards?” Karissa asked.

“It’s a close race right now,” I said. “But… Jacki did let me fuck her asshole.”

Karissa gave a wicked laugh. “Which was so naughty of her. You almost ruined her magic trick with your horny cock.”

“It was her fault for inviting me to thrust my dick into her pregnant snatch,” I said, my cock twitching.

“Mmm, it was,” she said, her hand around my waist slipping up my dress. “Now we need to get you naked.”

I shivered as the beauty queen’s hand slid up my naked back to the ties of my dress behind my neck. With my blonde hair piled on my right side and spilling down my cleavage, she didn’t have any obstruction. In moments, her deft fingers had it open and the top fell away to expose my round breast.

“Mmm, I love these tits,” Karissa said, her free hand gasping my right mound. She squeezed it and shook it at the crowd. “Don’t you?”

The crowd roared their agreement, their lust washing over me. It was a powerful wave that had me shivering. Then I gasped as Karissa leaned over and sucked on my nipple. Her tongue swirled around it, making me quiver.

Her lips popped off after a moment. “Mmm, just getting you warmed up for the finalist.”

“Mmm, you got me boiling,” I groaned then gasped as she worked off my skirt down my hips, the fabric rubbing on the sensitive tip of my girl-dick. Pleasure flowed down my shaft to my pussy. “Ooh, Karissa, that’s nice.”

“So’s this,” the pregnant beauty queen purred and grabbed my girl-dick. She stroked up and down it. “Mmm, the finalists are lucky to get to enjoy this.”

I nodded my head in agreement as I stepped out of my little, black dress. I stood naked save for my heels before the world. With Karissa’s hand stroking up and down my dick, the virginal nervousness vanished. This wasn’t my first time having sex live on the air.

Not by a long shot.

The stage lights blazed brighter, spotlights flooding down to illuminate behind me. I turned and smiled at the bed on a round dais. It slowly rotated, not fast to be distracting to the pregnant contestant and me, but enough so the crowd and the world could see us at so many different angles.

Cass Alymer stood naked by the bed, her collection of toys on a small nightstand also on the platform. Karissa broke away from me and sauntered to the pregnant contestant with the large breasts. The black-hair contestant had a big smile on her face as she rubbed her swollen belly.

“So, what have you brought to play with Becky?” she asked as I lightly stroked my futa-cock.

“Lots and lots of vibrators,” Cass said, a big grin spreading on her lips. “Including ones for her nipples.”

“Fan of nipple play?” Karissa asked.

“Always. And now that my milk has come in, well, it’s an exciting delight.” She hefted her own left breast, brought her fat, dusky-pink nipple to her mouth, and suckled from it. She moaned as she tasted her own creamy treat.”

My mouth watered.

“And I see you have several ben wa balls,” Karissa added.

Cass popped her own nipple out of her mouth. “Mmm, yes, we’re going to have fun with those.”

“I bet you are.” Karissa glanced at me as she backed away. “Enjoy, you two.”

“Yes,” I groaned and advanced on Cass, my pussy on fire. So much naughty fun.

Cass caught me in an embrace the moment I mounted the rotating dais. Her pregnant belly pressed into my stomach as she kissed me hard. Her tongue danced with mine, her mouth nibbling and teasing. I shuddered, squirming against her, my stomach caressing hers. I tasted something sweet and melony, like cantaloupe.

Breast milk.

Cass broke the kiss and smiled. “Mmm, just slide onto the bed, and I will take care of everything, Becky.”

“I’m putty in your hands,” I moaned as I sank onto the bed.

She grabbed a pair of small, cylindrical vibrators, shorter than my pinky finger, but also wider. Which one had surgical tape already on them, ready to be attached. I shivered as she positioned each one over my nipples, smoothing the tape down to hold them in place. The cool plastic caressed them. She pushed buttons on top.

Buzzing delight teased my nipples. I let out a wanton moan, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as I squirmed on the bed. It was such a tease, my dick throbbing to the puling vibration. She grabbed two more vibrators, also cylindrical, but larger.

“Now these are for your cock,” she said, grabbing an elastic band and bringing the toys to my dick.

“Really?” I asked.

“They’re meant for men, but I think we can improvise,” she purred.

“Do you like to use these on the men in your life?”

“While I suck on their balls or lick their assholes.” Cass gave me a wink. “But with a futanari, why, I’ll have to play with your pussy, instead.”

My snatch clenched in delight.

She pressed both toys against my cock and put the band around them. It held them in place. She hit the buttons on both, and they came to life. I groaned, the vibrations even more intense against my cock then my nipples.

My dick’s tip and frenulum drank in the buzzing bliss. The electricity churned by those naughty toys met the sparks jolting from my nipples. The sensations all mixed inside my hot pussy. I trembled, rubbing my thighs together while she grabbed the ben walls.

“This is such wondrous torture,” I groaned, my futa-dick twitching, aimed right at my breasts.

“Mmm, and it’s about to get better,” the pregnant woman purred as she knelt between my thighs. She stared at my blonde bush, the ben wall balls in hand. They were a swirl of clearly crimson and pure diamond, the red almost milky at times. They were connected by a string.

She pushed the first ball against the entrance of my pussy, teasing me. My dick twitched, drinking in the buzzing vibrators. I whimpered, squirming my hips. My hands found my breasts, squeezing them, brushing the surgical tape holding the humming toys against my nubs.

It felt incredible.

She pushed the ben wa ball against my pussy. I gasped as my soaked labia stretched and stretched to accommodate it. The sphere was wider than any toy I’d put in there. I groaned, my pussy swallowing the first ball. I felt in inside of me as I squirmed, adding its own delight to the pleasure building in me.

Then she pressed the second one against my pussy lips.

“Cass,” I whimpered as my twat swallowed ball number two. I had two of them in me, stretching my cunt to her limit. I wiggled, my futa-dick swaying as it thrust out above my stomach. “Ooh, that’s naughty.”

“Mmm, and it’s about to get better,” she purred, leaning down. I felt her breath on my pussy, hot and teasing, as she worked the third ben wa ball into me.

I groaned at it nuzzling at my pussy lips. Her tongue lapped at my folds around it as she wiggled it into me. The other two balls filled me up and… and… she managed to pop the third one in while her tongue fluttered up and down my slit.

The vibrators felt like they hummed faster as her tongue danced up and down my pussy lips. My cunt clenched around the ben wall balls. I shuddered, squirming. Her tongue caressed my labia, gathering my sweet juices flowing out of me.

“Oh, Becky, you taste so good,” moaned Cass as she licked again. “Mmm, just so yummy.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, not sure what to say. I jiggled my breasts, the vibrators shifting as they buzzed away against my nipples. My dick throbbed more and more. The buzzing bliss brought me closer and closer to my orgasm.

As the ache built at the tip of my girl-cock, the vibrators humming against my sensitive crowns felt even more intense. I gasped, fingers digging into my tits. I whimpered, back arching. I felt the cameras and the audience watching me in breathless anticipation.

“Oh, my god, Cass,” I groaned, my cunt clenching down on those ben wa balls. “This is… This is amazing. Ooh, you’re just so naughty!”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned.

Then she tugged.

I gasped as all three ben wa balls were ripped out of my pussy. My labia spread wide as they jerked out. The rapture sent a surged through me. My pussy transmitted this delight right to the tip of my futa-cock.

“Cass!” I cried out as my futa-cock erupted.

Hot cum spurted up my body. Blast after blast of jizz splashed along my round tits, spilling over the surgical tape and the vibrators. Cass licked at my snatch, gathering up the pussy cream flowing out of me as I bucked on the bed.

The vibrators kept my dick erupting. The stimulation on my cumming cock only sent more rapture into me. More and more jizz flowed out of me as I bucked on the bed. I gasped and cried out. The ecstasy washed across my brains.

“Mmm, yes,” the busty, pregnant contestant purred. She licked at my pussy again. “You just want more! You want to enjoy my pussy.”

“Yes!” I gasped as she sat up and grabbed a green dildo off the table. It had a curved shaft, ending at a blunt hook. She slammed it into my cunt.

The curving upward tip caressed my pussy walls. Making me shudder. She just gave me a naughty grin as she pulled off the vibrators around my cock. I whimpered, wanting more stimulation to ripple down my cock. She moved, her belly heaving as she went to straddle me.

Before she did, she turned on the vibrator in my pussy.

“Holy fucking shit!” I gasped, shocked by what I felt. It didn’t just buzz, though that felt incredible, it also rotated.

I shuddered as the rounded tip spun inside of me. Not fast, but it was incredible as it teased me. It stirred me up. Cass grinned at me as she straddled me. I whimpered, her pillowy breasts swaying, her hand guiding my futa-dick to her shaved, pregnant pussy.

I gasped as her thick, butterfly-like labia kissed my futa-dick. Those engorged petals engulfed my dick in her warmth. I shuddered as she slid down my body, engulfing me in her heat while quivering in delight. My nipples throbbed, still teased by the vibrations.

“Mmm, now isn’t that nice?” she asked, leaning over me, her breasts dangling towards me. Milk beaded her dusky-pink nipples.

I seized her tits and moaned, “Uh-huh.” I licked my lips, staring at those creamy droplets. “Just amazing.”

“Go ahead,” she moaned as she slid her pussy up my shaft, her cunt clenching down my clit-dick. “Nurse. Enjoy yourself, Becky.”

Pleasure racing through my body, I lifted my head and latched onto her right nipple. My lips formed a tight seal. I suckled. Her treat squirted. Hot, creamy, sweet breast milk splashed across my tongue. I whimpered as I enjoyed the delicious taste. It melted on my mouth.

I gulped it down, my cunt clenching down on the rotating dildo. I whimpered, squeezing her breast tight. More breast milk squirted into my hungry mouth. I swallowed the treat as fast as I could. She groaned, working her snatch up and down my dick, squeezing and massaging my clit-dick with her silky flesh. The bottom swell of her pregnant belly rubbed against my stomach as she rode me.

The bed creaked. Cameras moved around us, capturing us for the world to enjoy as the bed slowly rotated. I groaned, my toes curling. The vibrators buzzed against my nipples. The naughty dildo churned my pussy to a hot froth.

My ovaries swelled, the pressure building and building in me as she worked her cunt faster and faster up and down my dick. Her silky pussy worked faster and faster. Her moans echoed through the air as I nursed from her mouth.

Her breast milk coated my tongue. My throat. The warmth poured down my belly and spread through my body.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes, Becky!” she groaned. “I’ve missed this cock so much! Ooh, yes. You’re going to cum so hard in my pregnant pussy, aren’t you?”

I could only moan about her nipple as I suckled again.

Her hands stroked my blonde hair as she bounced faster and faster on me. She worked that silky, bred pussy up and down my dick. She swiveled her hips and stirred around inside of me while her dildo rotated in my snatch. That massaging tip caressed different parts of me as I squirmed.

“Ooh, you’re going to make me cum, Becky!” she whimpered. “I’m so horny all the time. And now you’re in me. You’re nursing from me! And the world… Oh, god, the world’s watching.”

“Yes, we are,” purred Karissa. “Cum like the little pregnant slut you are, Cass.”

Cass slammed her pussy down my cock. Her pregnant belly rubbed into my flat stomach as she heaved. Her pussy convulsed, spasming about my cock. Her back arched, ripping her nipple out of my hungry mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped, squirming above me. Her moans sang across the stage as the pleasure shot through me. “Becky! Cum in me!”

“I will!” I moaned as she worked her convulsing snatch up and down my dick. My nipples throbbed. My pussy clenched on the rotating dildo. All these sensations shot through me, mixing and warring, driving me wild.

Her silky, convulsing snatch engulfed my cock. My dick throbbed. I unloaded into her bred depths. My body shuddered. My tits heaved as I cried out in orgasmic rapture. Pleasure surged out of me, boiling into her juicy cunt.

My mouth popped off her nipple as the pleasure spasmed my body. My pussy convulsed, sending waves of rapture to mix with the pulses of ecstasy jolting from my futa-cock. I pumped her pregnant snatch full of so much cum while the exciting flavor of her breast milk lingered on my lips.

“Becky!” she whimpered as her pussy wrung out the last drops of my futa-spunk.

“Mmm, Cass, that was delicious,” I groaned, lost in a daze. “Thank you for sharing all your favorite toys with me.”

She beamed at me, holding her pregnant belly.

As I recovered, Sabina came out naked with her tray full of naughty objects. She came up to Karissa, the beauty queen letting out a naughty gasp of surprise. “Well, look at what you brought, Sabrina. Who’s going to be tied up?”

Tied up?

“Since Becky fucked me in front of my boyfriend, Tavon, and bred me, we learned he enjoys being cuckolded. We’ve been having a lot of fun with that. And, well, we’ve found it’s even hotter when I’m tied up and being fucked by a strong man while he watches in the corner.” She turned and blew a kiss towards the side of the stage.

I blinked, noticing the Black man sitting there. The quarterback for the University of Oregon’s Ducks had thick dreadlocks that fell about his ebony face. He wore a suit, cutting a dashing figure in it. My dick throbbed. I would get to cuckold him.

“So I want Becky to do that to me,” Sabrina continued. The caramel-skinned, mixed-race beauty trembled beside Karissa, her naked ass wiggling at me. “I brought all my favorite BDSM paraphernalia.” She held up a leather strap. “I especially love being spanked while giving a blowjob. I’m just such a naughty girl.”

“I’ll say,” Karissa said. She looked over her shoulder at the bed and me sitting their naked, my futa-dick throbbing hard again. “Well, I think Becky’s recovered from what Cass did to her. Your turn to rock her world.”

“Mmm, yes,” Sabrina said.

Her round breasts jiggled as she rolled her table towards the slowly rotating dais. I trembled as she had such a smoky look on her face. She walked with that sexy, pregnant waddle, leaning back slightly, her swollen belly thrust before her. I licked my lips, my futa-dick aching. I’d never done this before, but I was willing to try.

Sabrina lifted her tray onto the dais and joined it. Then she knelt on the bed and put her hand behind me. “Mistress Becky, please tie me up and fuck me while my boyfriend watches. Use my body! Make me your slut while he sits there and let’s you use me!”

Her boyfriend groaned.

I didn’t blame him. Those words made my dick ache and throb.

I grabbed the pink, fuzzy handcuffs as I looked at the rest of the toys. I think I knew what they were all for. My pussy dribbled juices down my thighs as I brought the cuffs to her wrists clasped behind her. Metal ratcheted as I slapped the restraints on both her wrists. She gave a tug and let out a whimpering moan.

I grabbed the matching blindfold, black and ringed with pink fuzz. Her moans only grew greater as I pulled it over her face, seating it on her eyes. Now she couldn’t see what I was doing. What must that be like?

She trembled, her pregnant belly quivering before her. Juices ran down her thighs. Her brown bush was soaked, her trimmed curls beaded with dew. She was so turned on. I could smell her spicy musk. I grabbed the pink butt plug next and sucked on the rubbery end, soaking it in my saliva as I stared at her rump.

I could feel the audience watching with breathless awe. It was so quiet save for Sabrina’s whimpers and the rattle of her handcuff chains. I shivered, feeling the expectant lust. I popped the butt plug out of my mouth and brought it to her asshole.

“Mistress Becky!” she whimpered as I worked it against her sphincter.

I remembered fucking that hole before I bred her pussy, making her wash my cock clean in her cunt. Her sphincter widened as the cone grew thicker and thicker. I twisted it back and forth, working it deeper and deeper into her asshole until it popped in, the handle nestled between her butt-cheeks.

I picked up the ring connected to several straps. I frowned at it for a moment. It was meant to tie around something and… Was it a type of gag? It was a thick ring. It would force her mouth to be open wide enough to… suck my cock.

My girl-dick witched as I brought it to her mouth. I shoved it in, forcing her lips and teeth to open wide. I secured it tight behind her, matting down her short, brown hair. She quivered, her breasts swaying, her nipples so hard. They begged for the next items.

I grabbed the clamps, a strange surge of lust shooting through me as I brought them to her hard nipples. I squeezed the ends, the mouth opening, covered in pink felt. I brought it to her nub and released it.

She squealed through her ring gag. Drool ran down her chin as she whimpered.

“That is kinky,” Karissa said over the PA. “But Sabrina loves it. Look at her back arch, thrusting her tits at Becky. She wants the other one clamped, too.”

“Yes,” I groaned, more pussy juices flooding out of my hot cunt. I picked up the last clamp and brought it to her nipple. I opened it and held it around her nipple. I just had to release it and she’d squeal again.

I clamped her nipple.

She bucked. Her tits heaved. She moaned, her tongue wiggling in her open mouth. Her body quivered. My futa-dick throbbed, aching for the pleasure of using her body. I grabbed the last item, the leather strap. It was thick, like something a barber would use to sharpen his straight razor. I smacked it into my open palm.

It stung. Sabrina quivered.

I moved before her, feeling the audience waiting for this moment. I seized Sabrina’s hair with my left hand, holding her head at the right level. I brought her mouth to my dick and slid my cock through the ring and into her warm depths.

It was different from a woman able to clamp her lips about my dick. Sabrina couldn’t suck that hard, but her tongue could move, and her mouth was still hot and wet. I whimpered and fucked her mouth while I stared at her ass.

I smacked the strap down on her ramp.

A stinging smack echoed across the stage.

Sabrina whimpered about my futa-dick.

The watching audience moaned.

My pussy clenched.

SMACK!

I landed it harder. A bright, red stripe crossed her rump. I shuddered, my breast jiggling as I smacked it down again and again. I had to stretch my arm forward and lean over the pregnant slut to spank her while fucking her mouth.

SMACK!

“Oh, you are a naughty slut, Sabrina,” I groaned, plowing into her mouth hard and fast, my dick ramming to the back of her throat. Her tongue danced around my shaft.

SMACK!

She moaned about my cock, the humming bliss shooting up my dick.

SMACK!

“Yes, yes, yes, you like this, don’t you, you naughty slut!” I groaned, gripping her hair.

SMACK!

She whimpered about my dick, wiggling her rump covered in bright, red stripes.

SMACK!

“Yes, you do!” I growled, my pussy tightening. This was so hot. “Your boyfriend’s watching while I use you.”

SMACK!

“You’re his girl, but my slut!”

SMACK!

“I’m going to use you!”

SMACK!

“I’m going to fuck you so hard!”

SMACK!

“You’re my slut!”

SMACK!

Every word swelled my orgasm. It rose inside of me. I shuddered, my pussy squeezing tight while my dick throbbed in Sabrina’s hot mouth. I slammed forward, driving my girl-dick deep into her mouth. My back arched. My tits heaved before me. With a gasp, my cock erupted.

I fired my girl-spunk into her mouth.

SMACK!

Pleasure rippled through me. She gulped it down with noisy pleasure. She quivered, wiggling her body as I pumped her mouth full of my futa-cum. It fired out of me, leaving me dizzy. My mind drank it in. I drew in deep breaths.

“That was good, slut,” I groaned, my dick still hard. Still aching. “But I need more from your slut-body. I need to really defile you while your wimpy, pathetic boyfriend watches.”

Sabrina moaned her agreement around my girl-dick.

I ripped my cock out of her mouth and threw down the leather strap. I moved around the bed, my dick throbbing and aching. My cock nudged into her ass as I settled into place. I seized the handle of her butt plug and tugged.

She let out a wordless moan of rapture as the cone ripped out of her asshole. Her sphincter gaped open for a moment as I lined up my girl-dick. Before her whimpers even stopped, I slammed my dick deep into her bowels, sodomizing her.

Hot, tight, wondrous pleasure engulfed my cock. I buried to the hilt in her velvety bowels. My crotch smacked into her welted ass. She moaned, clenching down on it. Her fingers twitched and curled, her wrists pulling on the fuzzy cuffs binding her together.

I seized the chain of her cuffs, gripping it tight, and thrust hard into her bowels. I pounded her. I fucked her with such passion. I jammed my girl-dick to the hilt in her. She gasped and whimpered, her asshole squeezing down on my girl-dick. Her hips rotated from side to side, stirring around my dick in her tight asshole.

“Oh, you love it, slut!” I growled. “You love taking the cock that bred your slut-cunt in your asshole, don’t you?”

She moaned what could have been a yes.

“Mmm, and your boyfriend’s watching, just like last time,” I gasped, plowing so hard into her asshole, using her, fucking her.

My orgasm built so fast. This was intoxicating. I licked my lips, the flavor of Cass’s breast milk still lingering. My tits heaved. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. Sabrina’s bowels clenched and relaxed on my dick, the friction driving me to my climax and…

I yanked out of her asshole. I grabbed her hair and wrenched the pregnant slut around. She gave a wordless gasp moments before I rammed my dirty cock into her mouth. She wanted to be used, and this perverted part of me wanted to use her.

“That’s it!” I moaned, my pussy clenching, my orgasm about to ripple through me. “Suck my dirty cock clean, whore!”

An explosion came from the studio audience. They clapped and cheered as I drove my filthy girl-dick so deep into Sabrina’s gagged mouth. The girl’s tongue swirled around my dick as my eyes squeezed shut.

Then rapture shot out of me. My body heaved as my cum erupted from my girl-dick. Blast after blast of my jizz erupted into her mouth. I pumped her full of my spunk. I shuddered, a dizzy wave sweeping through me as I used her for my pleasure.

She drank it down. She gulped my spunk. It was so nasty of her. I loved it. A dizzy sway ran through my body as the slut gulped it down with such hunger. I sucked in a deep breath, my eyes fluttering. Rapture burned through my mind. Stars exploded across my vision.

Then I released her hair and drank in the cheers and applause. She panted and groaned, my cum running down her chin along with her saliva. I ripped off her blindfold and shuddered at the glassy joy in her green eyes.

She loved it.

Then her boyfriend was there. He scooped her pregnant form up in his arms and carried her away while I gasped and panted. A wave of dizziness washed through me. I couldn’t believe that just happened. That I spanked a pregnant girl, fucked her ass, and then came down her throat. It was all a blur.

An exciting blur.

I was dazed as Karissa called out the blonde Jacki. I didn’t hear at all what she had planned for me as I trembled on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. My hand opened and closed. Did I… like dominating girls?

No… It was nice, but I liked them free to touch me. I enjoyed them able to cry out their rapture. I wanted them riding me. Fucking me. I wanted them dripping for me to just breed them, not spank them. Not tie them up. Once was nice…

Once…

Then Jacki was standing over the bed, a strange object in her hand, a thick dildo strapped to her pussy, thrusting from beneath her pregnant belly. She gave me such a wicked grin, her heavy tits swaying as she mounted the bed.

I blinked, staring at the strange, pink shaft in her hand. It looked like it was made of rubber, but it didn’t look like a sex toy. Too… cylindrical and blunted. I caught a glimpse of a small hole centered around what look liked pussy lips sculpted into the fleshy latex.

“Going to use a magic trick to convince me you won?” I managed to ask as she settled between my thighs.

She winked at me. “Nope, just gonna use this onahole on your dick and fuck your pussy hard.”

“Ona… hole?” I asked, frowning at the pink cylinder.

“It’s a Japanese sex toys for boys.” She gave me a grin. “And hung futas. It’s a fake pussy. You’re gonna love it.”

I frowned as she grabbed pillows and hiked my ass, shoving them beneath, elevating my pussy to the level with her dildo. My futa-cock flopped on my belly, so hard and aching. My precum dribbled from the end. She brought her strap-on to my pussy, lined it up with my hungry hole, and thrust into me.

I groaned as she sank into my silky depths. My pussy clenched around her thick shaft, feeling the little bumps adorning it. They stroked my flesh, sending tingles of delight racing straight to the tip of my girl-dick. It had me whimpering. It felt incredible in me.

Then she brought the onahole to the tip of my dick. She pressed my cock against that small hole. It was the size of my pinky finger. There was no way it could…

I groaned as the elastic rubber stretched and stretched and stretched. It swallowed my cock in a tight grip, cool and slicked by lube inside. Then I gasped as the rubbery depths rubbed at my flesh, textured with ridges and bumps, tighter in some places than others.

“Holy fucking shit!” I gasped, my dick throbbing while my pussy clenched down on her dildo. “That’s different.”

“But hot, right?” she asked. “I always love jerking off a guy with an onahole while I peg his ass.” She gave me a wicked grin. “And now I get to fuck your pussy.”

“What sort of Christian college did you go to?” I groaned.

She winked at me and then the pleasure began.

My eyes bulged as she pumped the onahole up and down my cock at the same moment she fucked the thick, bumpy dildo in and out of my cunt. The pregnant blonde’s big tits heaved as she plowed me. Her pregnant belly jiggled. I groaned, my twat squeezing down on the fake cock pumping in and out of me while the sensitive crown of my dick drank in the feel of the naughty toy.

She squeezed the onahole about my dick as she fucked me. My toes curled. The stretchy rubber felt different from a pussy, but it also felt nice. It stimulated me, shooting bliss down to my pussy being stirred up by her thrusting cock. My tits jiggled and heaved as she reamed me. Such delight rippled out of me.

“Oh, wow, Jacki!” I gasped as the blonde fucked me hard, my pussy squeezing down on her bumpy toy, drinking in the friction.

“Mmm, I knew you’d like it,” she grinned. “You’re such a futa-slut, Becky! Now work those hips. Ooh, yes you’re grinding the dildo’s base against my clit. You’re making me feel good, too!”

“Good,” I moaned, my tits bouncing and jiggling as she plowed me. I squirmed on the table, my dick throbbing in the onahole’s tight embrace. “Oh, fuck, keep stroking my cock and fucking me. I’m going to cum so hard!”

“Gladly!” she panted, thrusting hard, her tits heaving. “Ooh, the world is watching us make such wicked passion! There are guys beating off and girls rubbing their cunts right now watching us.”

“Yes!” I gasped, my pussy growing hotter and juicier. I whimpered as she thrust in harder. “Just getting off on how sexy we are!”

“So sexy!” she groaned, driving that bumpy dildo over and over into my pussy.

The pleasure swelled through me. My head arched, spotting one of the cameras recording this moment, immortalizing this hot sex. I shuddered, rotating my hips, meeting her thrusts. My futa-cock ached in the onahole, stimulated by that rubbery delight. My tip drank in the friction, my sensitive frenulum shooting rapture down to my cunt.

Every thrust of the dildo into my cunt brought my pussy closer to a boil. I groaned and shuddered, squeezing down on the shaft. The dual delights rippled through me. I gasped out my growing rapture, shuddering on the bed, my fingers clawing at the sheets.

“Jacki!” I groaned, my face tightening, my pleasure swelling.

“Just cum!” she groaned. “Let’s cum together while the world masturbates to us!”

She drove her dildo into my cunt’s depths. She slammed the onahole down my cock’s length.

“Yes!” I howled.

My girl-cum fired into the onahole. Pulse after pulse of rapture shot out of my cock and through my body. My pussy convulsed on the bumpy dildo, drinking in the texture. Hot gusts of ecstasy howled through my body and triggered a storm of euphoric bliss in my mind. Lightning jolted from my cock, mixing in with the typhoon blowing my thoughts to and fro.

She gasped, trembling. Her moans joined mine. I knew she was cumming as she pumped the onahole up and down my dick, milking out all my cum into the rubbery hole. My pussy convulsed about her delicious dildo. My body shook as the pregnant woman fucked me into ecstasy.

I collapsed, panting. “Jacki, you wonderful slut. Mmm, that was incredible.”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned. “Now it’s time for my treat.”

I groaned as she ripped the onahole off my dick and brought the sex toy to her mouth. I watched as my pearly jizz ran out of the hole and onto her tongue thrust out of her lips. She groaned as my cream poured into her mouth, her body quaking through another orgasm as she gulped down my jizz on live TV.

I loved this beauty pageant.

“It’s got to be Sabrina,” Amelia said ten minutes later after I’d recovered from my fun with Jacki, my pussy still aching from her bumpy toy. We were at the judge’s table while Pharrell performed his signature song, Happy. “It was so hot the way she had you tie her up.”

“I liked Jacki,” Mr. Mondale said. “She fucked you hard. You look like you exploded. And when she drank your jizz out of the onahole… Fuck, that was hot.”

“I did cum hard,” I said, my dick remembering that onahole. “But…” The taste of Cass’s breast milk still somehow managed to linger after all the naughty fun. “What about Cass…?”

“Cass was so boring,” Amelia said, rubbing at her pregnant belly. “Jacki had fun fucking you.”

“Boring?” I gasped. “Cass was lactating.” I shivered and licked my lips. “Mmm, when your milk comes in, you’ll know how delicious it is. Nursing from Cass, gulping down her creamy treat… It only sweetened the pleasure of her pussy riding my dick. All the girls were amazing, but… To me, that creamy milk gives Cass the edge.”

Amelia swallowed.

I leaned closer to her. “It was so sweet and warm. It squirted into my mouth, not like an erupting cock”—I used to suck Kurt, my one and only boyfriend, off before he took my virginity and triggered my transformation—“but… like a water pistol. But it tastes so much better. It has a melony flavor, like cantaloupe. And it feels so naughty sliding down your throat to your belly. Made my pussy so wet and my girl-dick throb.”

Amelia whimpered. “Cass. I’m voting for Cass. That does sound hot.”

“Yeah,” Mr. Mondale groaned on the other side of me. “Two for Cass. It looks like she won.”

Amelia’s hands slid up to her tits, squeezing them. “Mmm, I really, really want to lactate now.”

Cass looked so beautiful as I awarded her the crown and made her the first ever Ms. Bred. She wore a blue gown that set off her braided, black hair. It clung to her pregnant curves like a lover’s caress. She beamed at me as I placed the sash over her shoulder and the silver tiara, tipped with diamonds, on her head. Tears built in her eyes.

I gave her a hot kiss while the world watched and the audience roared in applause. My girl-dick throbbed, and I knew Cass would be spending the night in my hotel room. I would celebrate her victory in style.

I would let her enjoy my futa-dick however she wanted.

The first beauty pageant was such a success. I couldn’t wait for next year and the year after it. I would have to reed so many women during late June, July, August, and early September so there could be plenty of candidates.

I couldn’t wait.

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April 17th, 2047

“You never forget your first,” I said, smiling at the cameras, my futa-cock so hard and throbbing. Remembering those wild sex acts with those three beautiful, pregnant beauties—women I bred—had my dick in such need. My wife, Sharron, waited on the wings. I knew she would be more than happy to satiate me. But so would Adelia.

“No, you don’t,” purred Adelia. “Your first time losing your cherry, or your first time with a futa.”

“For some it’s both,” I said with a smile, glancing at my wife, her strawberry-blonde hair framing her face, that supportive smile on her lips. So much like his… “The other pageants I judged have blended together over the years. I’ve hosted just over twenty of them, I think, but I’ll never forget the first. It was definitely one of those high points of my time at the University of Washington.”

“How did the rest of your college career go?”

“The next two years were a lot of fun,” I said, “but went much like those first two. Every year, I bred the new members of the Sigma Lambda Tau sorority. Of course, I never stopped cheerleading. There was a shortage of cheerleaders because so many of them were getting pregnant. I hosted two more Miss Bred pageants. I had my weekly visits with the school’s president, Cherie Pop, and my weekly orgies at my dorm. I fucked so many wives of the college’s donors. I can’t even remember how many rich men spanked it to me breeding their young trophy wives.”

“I bet that was a treat,” Adelia said, sparking a giggle from the audience. “Usually, they can be so jealous even while cheating on their wives with their mistresses or secretaries.”

“But everyone enjoys watching a futa fuck.”

The audience cheered in agreement.

“Let’s watch you fuck right now, Becky!” an excited woman screeched.

My girl-dick throbbed.

“What else…?” I said, thinking back thirty years. “Kurt shared at least another dozen girlfriends with me in search for that perfect girl. Lucky for him, he found her.” I couldn’t help staring at my own perfect girl and smiling.

Sharron beamed back, her blue eyes twinkling as she rubbed her pregnant belly just starting to show with our third daughter.

“So, when you graduated, you didn’t know what to do with your life?” Adelia said. “What career to go in?”

“I was restless. I didn’t need to work, not with the money from the beauty pageants and other sponsorship deals I made. I forget how many commercials and adds and products I endorsed over those few years.” I shrugged. “Since I didn’t really feel like I found my place, I decided to hitchhike. To see America, the world, to find out where I belonged.”

“I bet you have some naughty stories to tell.”

I nodded my head.

“Well, when we get back from our commercial break, and the exciting words from our sponsors,” Adelia said without a trace of any annoyance, “we’ll talk to Becky about some of those highlights.”

“Mmm, those nuns were were memorable and that cult…” I shuddered. “They were weird but hot.”

“So don’t click away, we’ll be right back,” Adelia said.

The lights on the cameras went red. I groaned and said, “Someone, make me cum!”

The END of This Tale of the World’s First Futa

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Commander Jane Shepard would fuck anything and anyone. She didn’t care if it came with a dick or a pussy, Commander Shepard simply liked to fuck. What she didn’t realise is that many of the women on her crew were just as deviant. And it all started thanks to a particular yeoman who had some rather deviant tastes indeed…

Themes listed will appear throughout the story.

Chapter Four – Commander Shepard: Future Varren Slut

In the privacy of her own cabin, Shepard was constantly having the time of her life. Before her accident, as that’s what she called it now instead of dying, her libido was ridiculously high. It’s often said that men are constantly thinking about sex. Shepard thought that was bullshit. The only time she wasn’t thinking about a nice big dick being inside her or feasting on a gorgeous pussy was when she was on a mission.

Miranda and the Illusive Man were very aware of her libido and list of conquests upon her waking up. That’s why she was delighted to find a that the bottom drawer of her nightstand was full of sex toys. So many varieties of dildo and butt plugs. She had smiled to herself, wondering if Miranda had chosen them herself or if she’d had a little assistance. If she thought about it, probably with some help from Kelly.

Then there was the machine in her cabin. Shepard was aware that some people repurposed mechs to be sex machines. The machine Shepard had in her room was simple in comparison. There would be a dildo or two at one end. The problem had always been feeling the climax. Shepard loved fucking herself, but there were few things better than feeling a big cock throbbing away as she was filled with cum. This new toy fucked her solidly for as long as she wanted, able to control the angle and speed, before she could finally press a button and feel her pussy filled with fake cum.

And that’s where she was at the moment. Head on a pillow, arse in the air, her pussy being pounded by one of the large dildos. Attached to her nipples and clit were devices that heightened her arousal even more. She considered a plug in her arse though thought that would be too much in the end. She’d already cum a few times, feeling her body glistening with sweat.

“EDI… Open channel to Miranda’s quarters…”

“Channel open, Commander.”

“Miranda… Fuck… Best thing ever… Thanks… You know me well…”

She heard Miranda chuckle. “Are you having some fun up there, Shepard?”

“Fuck yeah… You got one of these things?”

“I had one on Lazarus. I didn’t bring it with me.”

“Want to come up… Have a turn… Oh fuck… Miranda, I won’t want to do anything because of this…”

The channel cut and Shepard smiled to herself as she was still wondering if Miranda would ever be interested in having fun. Hell, Miranda didn’t even have to eat pussy. Miranda would have known about the harness in the bottom drawer and the fact more than one of the dildos could be used as a strap-on. Shepard had used strap on dildos plenty of times, particularly with Liara.

Hearing the door open, she felt another orgasm tear through her body. Turning her head towards the doorway, Miranda was standing there in her blouse and short skirt. Shepard smiled as Miranda and Kelly had both taken to wearing short skirts. Kelly rarely wore underwear and Shepard enjoyed teasing her yeoman.

When Miranda walked towards her while unbuttoning her blouse, the click of her heels on the tiled floor, Shepard felt her smile broaden as Miranda’s tits were simply magnificent. Shepard fiddled with the controller to bring the toy to a stop, moving forward and feeling empty for the first time in what felt like hours. She felt her juices down her thighs as she sat on her knees for a few seconds.

“I thought I’d just come up and…” Miranda trailed off and smiled as she lowered her skirt to reveal her naked body, only heels now on her feet. Shepard rose to her feet and approached her colleague, Miranda chewing on her bottom lip. “Shepard… When Aria fucked me… She fucked me into submission… It was honestly the best sex that I’ve ever had…”

“Why are you up here now?”

“Because hearing you just then turned me on. But I’m… Well, I’m a little… Just admitting curiosity can still be a big thing. All my partners have been men until Aria. But there’s always been something about you. And I’ve fantasised about other women before but never had the courage to do anything.”

“We don’t have to fuck, Miranda. You know I have a harness?”

“Kelly insisted on that being left there. I think she really hopes you fuck her with more than one big dildo.” She paused and chuckled to herself. “I’m curious, Shepard. I’ll be honest about that… But what about this machine?”

“Want to have a go?”

Once Miranda had a new dildo and was in position on the floor, the dildo slowly working in and out of her pussy, Shepard sat back with a drink and watched the brunette slowly be fucked to one hell of an orgasm. Shepard fondled her pussy at the same time, Miranda watching with interest as Shepard wasn’t concerned about having another orgasm, she just wanted to put on a little show for Miranda.

“Fuck,” Miranda whimpered, “Not quite like being fucked by Aria, but damn…” She turned up the speed of the thrusts and that made her moan louder. “Fuck yeah… God, I miss this thing in my quarters…”

“Come up whenever you want. I’m going to invite Kelly as well. Make her eat your pussy while I have a toy buried in her arse and her pussy.”

Miranda moaned again, Shepard smiling as it was obvious that she was close to her first orgasm. When it happened, Miranda’s eyes seemed to roll back in her head, her arse moving back against the toy as she was desperate to feel it as deep as possible. Shepard was impressed that Miranda simply wanted to keep going, and she eventually got to her feet to visit the bathroom, returning a few minutes later to find Miranda lying back on her bed with the toy continuing to fuck her.

“You know, I’m tempted to sit on your face right now,” Shepard warned.

“Had to lie back… Better to fondle my clit and make the orgasms fucking… Oh god… Another one…”

Miranda eventually had to call it quits after her sixth intense orgasm, Shepard moving the machine away before she laid on the bed next to Miranda. When she ran her fingers up and down her torso, Miranda turned her head and smiled at her.

“You’re so fucking fit, Miranda,” Shepard stated softly, “If I knew you were one hundred percent interested already…”

Miranda’s body glistened with sweat and Shepard could see her thighs were also damp from her orgasms. Her otherwise pale body did have a pinkish tinge due to her workout. It was rather late in the evening, the pair finally getting up and dressed so they could join the rest for dinner.

After dinner, Miranda returned to her quarters still with a slight grin on her face. It led to more than one curious glance from Garrus, Kelly couldn’t stop smiling as Shepard thought that her yeoman was assuming things, while even Jacob was looking perplexed as to Miranda’s rather good mood. Shepard wandered down to a small area underneath the engineering deck where the latest recruit had based herself.

Her name was Jack. She was an incredibly powerful biotic, and there was no missing the fact she was one hell of an angry young woman. She’d hated them all on first sight because they were on a Cerberus ship. A lot of her venom was aimed at Miranda, calling her ‘cheerleader’ straight away. As for Shepard, at least Jack had heard of her, and Shepard managed to convince her to at least come with them.

Missing at dinner wasn’t a real surprise. Jack looked up from the datapad she was reading as Shepard approached her.

“The fuck are you wearing, Shepard?” Jack asked, unable to stop the smirk forming which Shepard thought made her look cute, “I would have taken you for trousers and a jacket.”

Shepard lifted the front of her skirt to show off her bald pussy. Jack chuckled as Shepard lowered her skirt though then lifted the vest she was wearing. “I like easy access, Jack,” she stated, “Fingers, mouth or cock. I’m not particularly ***********ive when it comes to having something in or at least on my pussy. Or arse…”

Jack looked at her in slight surprise before she chuckled. “Damn, I had you pegged as some girl scout. If you were fucking anyone, it would have missionary only. Lights off. Shirt on. One orgasm before you rolled over and fell asleep.”

Shepard smiled before walking over to sit next to Jack. When she rested a hand on the young biotic’s thigh, Jack’s eyes widened for a moment. “Jack, we were on Omega before we came to recruit you. Want to know what I did on Omega before we left?” She ran her hand up between Jack’s legs, not missing that the young biotic immediately spread them enough for Shepard to press into her pussy. “I was gangbanged. Ten batarians. Blowbang first. They all came on my face. Then they took turns fucking me. Filled my pussy to the brim. The last bit was the best. I was made airtight constantly. Mouth, pussy and arse full of thick batarian cocks for an hour.”

“Holy shit,” Jack murmured.

“That was me. Talk to Miranda, see what she got up to. She might be a cheerleader in one regard, but if you get to know her…” Shepard pressed into Jack’s pussy and the younger woman whimpered slightly. “When were you last fucked, Jack?”

“Well… I did fuck one or two people in prison. Favours and shit. That was before they put me on ice.”

“Got a long story? I’m guessing you do. And if I were to keep guessing, it’s pretty fucked up.”

“Totally fucked up. Explains why I am the way I am.”

“But you love to fuck?”

“God yes.”

“Males and females?”

“Definitely.”

“Well, I’ll put it to you right now, Jack. You want to fuck, let me know. We can just use what we were born with, fingers and mouth. Or we can make use of my toys.”

“Just let me settle in first, Shepard. But I’m interested…” Then a smirk formed. “Think the cheerleader would like me to fuck her? Give me a big dildo to strap on and I’ll pound that bitch hard.”

“To be honest, I think she might even like that.”

Shepard took a chance and kissed her. She only kissed her female lovers, never her male lovers. She wanted no intimacy whatever with men or males. Women were different. Jack was surprised for the first couple of seconds before kissing her back. Tongues were soon swapped as Jack rested a hand on Shepard’s thigh, making her smile when it moved up. Shepard spread her legs as Jack trailed a hand over her wet slit.

“Fucking hell, Shepard,” Jack finally stated softly, “You don’t waste time.”

“Jack, I’m always really fucking horny. The only time I’m not horny is during a mission. I crave dick all the time, and I absolutely love pussy as well.”

“Good to know, Shepard.”

Shepard slept well that night as the long masturbation session had taken the edge off. She only needed a fondle to three more orgasms before she drifted off easily into a sleep filled with plenty of lust-filled dreams. When she woke up in the morning, she laughed to herself, thinking that if she’d been a man, she would have had constant wet dreams.

After breakfast the next morning, she was doing her normal rounds when she strolled into Mordin’s lab, wondering how the countermeasure to the Collectors bugs was coming. To her surprise, he looked up upon her appearance and immediately locked the door behind her.

“Ah, Shepard. Good timing. I need to discuss something with you.”

“I’m guessing it’s important and we need privacy for this?”

“Yes, for this, definitely.” He paused and Shepard was surprised he appeared to be gathering his thoughts. “Shepard, much study done regarding all other species. Aware humans have only recently started mating with other species upon discovering the likes of asari, turian, batarian… Seeing humans with other species no longer a surprise but understand there are still rules.”

“Okay, how do you mean, Mordin?”

“I believe that humans would not normally mate with canines.”

Shepard couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped her. “Dogs? I mean… Sure, there is probably an incredibly small minority who do things with dogs. It’s never been something that I’ve thought about.”

“Okay. Well… Trying to determine how scale-itch got onto Normandy. Sexually transmitted disease. Only carried by Varren. Implications unpleasant.”

“Are you saying that someone on the ship has this issue?”

“Yes. Doctor Chakwas came to see me last night.”

“And has that person gone to Doctor Chakwas?”

“I don’t think the person who got it from the varren. Someone else went to see Doctor Chakwas about an issue they were experiencing.”

“Well, doctor-patient confidentiality will mean dick regarding that. Mordin, to be clear. Are you suggesting, and I’ll use that term, that someone on this ship has had sex with a varren? Then they’ve had sex with someone else on this ship and there is now an STD floating about.”

“Yes. As not seen normally outside of varren, will need to synthesise vaccine.”

Shepard walked out to her terminal by the galaxy map afterwards and wasn’t sure whether to be disgusted, curious or even a little aroused. She’d seen numerous varren before. They were incredible beasts. Far more intelligent than they were given credit for. Ferocious in battle. Incredibly brave. Favoured war beasts of the krogan. But to actually be fucked by a varren?

“Kelly, I’ll be up in my cabin for the next hour or so. Just got something to check.”

“No problem, Shepard. I’ll let you know if anything important comes up.”

She walked over and felt up her yeoman, leaning down to nibble at her cheek, provoking a giggle from the young woman. Heading up to her cabin, she was still taken aback by what Mordin had told her. Sitting down at her desk, she started to do a little research. First was just about varren. What she read suggested that getting one to fuck anyone would be difficult without training or with the varren being raised by others, more than likely krogan.

Then she went looking for their sexual proclivities. And that’s when she hit a minefield of information. It didn’t look like the krogan would fuck or be fucked by varren. But there were more testimonies than she could count of asari who happily talked about encounters with varren. But there were no stories from any humans.

She then used her knowledge to look into the darker regions of the extranet and that’s when she found videos of varren fucking asari. And the size of varren cocks had her mouth watering and her pussy growing moist. They were incredible!

“Holy shit… I should not be turned on by this,” she murmured as she watched an asari with her arse in the air being fucked hard by a varren, its big red cock pounding her blue pussy. Shepard didn’t even realise that she had a hand fondling her pussy until she felt the stirrings of an orgasm.

Shepard flicked from one video to the next. One asari was taking a varren cock in her mouth and one in her pussy. Shepard found herself wondering what it would feel like to have a varren cock in her mouth, intrigued to its taste… She shook her head and laughed to herself. Another asari was taking one varren cock in her pussy, another in her arse.

“Okay, I don’t give a fuck… That’s hot…” Shepard moaned as her fingers worked her pussy even faster, “I should not orgasm to this… It’s so fucking wrong… But totally fucking hot…”

She couldn’t stop watching videos. There was a part of her totally disgusted by it. But the curiosity had turned into fascination, and then she couldn’t stop the thoughts invading her mind of what it would be like. Given they were beasts, it would be exactly what Shepard enjoyed. A hard, fast fuck. The varren wouldn’t want to snuggle afterwards. It would pound her pussy until it came, knot and make sure that its cum was buried in her pussy, before it would simply trot away. Or it would be happy to fuck her again.

Switching off her terminal after experiencing a tremendous orgasm, she rose to her feet and walked into her bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror.

“No, Shepard. You were curious. Even though all those asari were enjoying themselves, and there’s no doubting those varren had wonderful…” She paused and laughed to herself. “God, I watch a few videos, and my mind is already a mess. Well… You did just masturbate and cum to them, Shepard…”

Washing her hands and face, she straightened herself up and wandered down to the mess and walked into the med-bay. Doctor Chakwas looked up from her terminal and immediately smiled as Shepard perched her arse on the desk. Chakwas knew that Shepard was attracted to her and the pair were always flirting.

“Doc, Mordin just told me something and I need the information. Apparently, someone came to you with an issue that Mordin confirmed was scale-itch…”

Shepard heard the door lock behind her and the windows mist over so no one could walk in. “I’ll confirm who the person is after I explain what I found otherwise.”

“You’ve been investigating?”

“I was curious, Commander. Someone on this ship, a human nonetheless, had sex with a varren and I was wondering why. Human relations with canines have happened in private for millennia. It happens, no one talks about it, and anyone discovered is usually charged and thrown in jail. Having sexual relations with a varren… I don’t think there are any laws we have that would cover it because varren are considered a foreign species. I find it difficult to even consider them canines compared to those back on Earth.”

“How thorough was your investigation?”

“Video evidence, Commander. I had to know if there is any evidence of human relations with varren.”

“Find anything?”

“No video. But I did find testimonies from a couple of women who admitted to having sex with varren. They were adamant that it wasn’t wrong, that no laws were broken. And more to the point, they spoke in glowing terms about the sex they enjoyed with them.”

“Who came in with symptoms?”

“Garrus.”

“Really? Well… Hand on heart, Doc. I haven’t fucked a varren. He didn’t get it from me.”

“He gave me a list of his previous lovers from the last person he had sex with. You were not the last person he had sex with, Commander.”

“Damn, Garrus has been having fun? Good on him. Okay, lay it on me, Doc. Who was it?”

“Kelly.”

Shepard gave that confession a moment of though. “You know, Doc, I’m actually not that surprised to hear that she’d fucked a varren. She suggested very early on that she had enjoyed sex with numerous different species.”

“I heard about your time on Omega with batarians, Commander.”

“I’ll be honest, Doc. It was some of the best sex of my life.”

“I’m not sure what you plan on doing with Kelly, Commander… The one thing that was correct about the testimonies was that she technically hasn’t broken any Earth laws, and I did check on Council laws. There’s nothing that exactly states it’s illegal.”

Shepard was about to walk out when she met the eyes of Chakwas again. “So did you watch a few videos?” she asked quietly.

“Yes.” The reply was in a whisper.

Shepard slightly spread her legs and lifted her skirt to show off what would have been a glistening pussy. “So did I when Mordin told me,” Shepard said softly, “I was curious about it. My god, Doc… Watching all those asari being fucked by those varren. I knew it shouldn’t have aroused me, but the orgasm I had while watching this beautiful asari taking varren cock in her pussy and arse…”

“I masturbated too,” Chakwas admitted, “I couldn’t help it. The cock that the last varren had was simply magnificent. Did you… Commander, were you imagining things as well?”

“Are we fucked up or just curious, Doc?”

“I’m not sure. I was having orgasm remorse afterwards, feeling disgusted that I’d masturbated and then came while watching such things, but there was no missing how much the asari enjoyed every second, and the varren also seemed quite happy after they came.”

“Keep this between ourselves for now?”

“Probably for the best, Commander.” Shepard noticed where her eyes went next. “Love the bald pussy by the way.”

“You know that you can have a taste whenever you want, Karin…”

Chakwas smiled at the use of her first name. “I might take you up on that one day, Shepard. Maybe one day.”

Shepard walked out into the mess and made herself a coffee. Gardner was preparing both lunch and the evening meal. She knew that the first stop would need to be Garrus. The turian would no doubt be embarrassed. She strolled into the front batteries to find the turian keeping himself busy.

“Garrus, you got a minute?”

“Sure, Shepard.”

“Settled in okay? You were in good form when we recruited Jack.”

“We were killing mercenaries. I’ve spent the better part of eighteen months doing it.”

“We’re recruiting a krogan next. Hopefully we’ll have news on the Collectors after that.”

“I’ll be ready for it, Shepard. Don’t worry about me.”

“So… Garrus, have you fucked Kelly lately?”

She chuckled at how the jaw of the turian dropped. “Oh… um… Shepard…”

“Garrus, I’m going to put a pin in that balloon right now. I’m not jealous at all. Frankly, I prefer it when any man I might fuck gets some pussy elsewhere. You learned two years ago that I call it sport fucking for a reason. We get together for a few hours, enjoy some orgasms, then putting it bluntly, you fuck off.”

That had the turian chuckling before he replied, “Yeah, I fucked Kelly. She was quite easy to get on my dick, Shepard. She admitted that she pretty much wants to fuck every species possible. Good on her!”

“But…?” Garrus immediately turned awkward. “Garrus, tell me what happened.”

“I had to go see Doctor Chakwas yesterday as something didn’t feel right. Mordin told me after breakfast about the scale-itch. The only two people I’ve fucked in the past six months is you and Kelly. So unless you’ve been fucking varren, Shepard…”

“How does that make you feel? Knowing Kelly fucked varren?”

“To be honest, I wasn’t particularly surprised given some of her kinks. If she has been fucked by a varren, and I’m guessing it’ll be confirmed soon enough, then it’s her life. I know turians don’t fuck them. No idea about krogan. I always thought they were kept as pets…”

“Have you been told that you’ll be okay?”

“Warned to avoid sexual contact until Mordin can give me a shot of something.”

Heading upstairs to the command deck, Kelly was typing away at her terminal as Shepard came up behind her. Kelly gasped as Shepard’s hands moved from her tummy up to her breasts, Shepard kissing at her neck lightly as her lips moved up to her ear.

“Five minutes, come up to my cabin…” she whispered.

“Straight away, Shepard.”

Shepard was sitting on her couch naked with the large vidscreen when Kelly came strolling in. She stopped at seeing Shepard sitting back naked, her legs spread nice and wide, slowly stroking her slit. Shepard knew her pussy glistened with her excitement. Telling Kelly to get naked and join her, she patted the spot next to her as Kelly eagerly plopped herself down next to Shepard.

She turned to kiss the young woman, Kelly immediately kissing her back as Shepard flicked on the screen. She’d already organised a playlist of videos, a compilation video of beautiful asari being fucked by varren. Breaking the kiss, Shepard smiled at Kelly before she turned to the vidscreen to see an asari with her arse in the air and a varren mounted over her, driving his big red cock into her pussy.

“Shepard…” Kelly whispered, Shepard glancing to see fear etched on her face.

“Just watch for now. And masturbate. Dear god, please masturbate with me.”

Kelly whimpered as her fingers immediately got to work on her pussy, both women spreading their legs nice and wide, Kelly’s right leg over Shepard’s left. Two fingers were quickly in her pussy as Shepard already had three, palming her clit at the same time. She turned up the sound, the asari whimpering and moaning as the varren fucked her harder. The varren grunted and growled as it fucked her.

The next scene was of two varren with an asari, one at each end. Kelly moaned softly as the focus to begin with was of the asari sucking the thick varren cock. Shepard couldn’t help but find the scene totally arousing, and when the focus moved to behind the asari, her blue pussy being spread wide by the varren cock, Shepard picked up the pace of her masturbating.

“Oh fuck,” Kelly whimpered, “So good, Shepard…”

The next scene that appeared was double penetration, the asari having the time of her life as she was pounded by a pair of varren. Shepard glanced at Kelly to see nothing but arousal. Her nipples were rock hard. The couch was already wet from how her pussy was leaking juices. Kelly turned to meet Shepard’s eyes.

“Omega… I had one fuck me on Omega, Shepard. It was the best sex of my life. By far. I want one to fuck me again. I want one on board to just fuck me all day and night.”

“Scale itch, Kelly.”

Kelly didn’t even stop masturbating as she comprehended it. “Mordin? I guess Doctor Chakwas told him… Worth it. Shepard… Does this turn you on?”

“It shouldn’t,” she replied, looking back at the screen, the two varren now pounding the asari in both holes as hard as they could, “But fucking hell, Kelly, there is a carnal part of my mind that wants to be that asari right fucking now.”

Kelly shuffled a little closer and leaned into her ear. “That first insertion, Shepard. Trust me, when it happens, you’ll want it forever.”

“And what about sucking their big cock?”

“Oh, it’s weird to start. But when it starts to hump your face and try to dominate, you just let it. It’ll take time getting used to the taste of their cum, but during Omega, it filled my pussy four times. I was dripping for hours.”

“I’ll have Mordin make a vaccine so you can fuck them again.”

Kelly’s lower lip immediately started to tremble. “You mean that, Shepard?”

“Part of me wants to watch you do it.”

“Fuck, that would be totally hot, knowing you were watching while a varren pounded my pussy red raw again.”

Both women enjoyed powerful orgasms more than once as they watched the entire two-hour long compilation. When it was over, Shepard pushed Kelly onto her back and the pair shared an intense kiss, running her hands down Kelly’s body and sliding three fingers into her pussy. Kelly moaned immediately as Shepard turned her fingers and made sure that she was manipulating her special spot.

“Kelly, I’ll be honest with you here. I’ve never really looked at varren before, but I used to have some toys that would be considered weird… I totally want to buy them again and we can fuck each other with them…”

“Not just us, Shepard. Let’s get… Think we can get others involved in our…” The smile on Kelly’s face almost had Shepard laughing. “Get everyone involved in our deviancy?”

“Fuck yes,” Shepard whispered, “I think we’re going to get on very well in the future, Kelly. And we can definitely watch more of these movies.”

“You really like them?”

“I was masturbating within ten minutes of the first one. I’m not sure what it was… But it was so fucking naughty.”

“And then you started to imagine, didn’t you?”

“God… I scared myself whenever I closed my eyes and imagined being on all fours with a varren over me, feeling its big cock…”

Kelly enjoyed an orgasm as her pussy squeezed Shepard’s fingers. Shepard smiled as she removed her fingers, allowing Kelly to slowly recover. Sitting back up, Shepard opened the system and showed Kelly what she’d found. Just an absolute treasure trove of videos starring varren with asari. Kelly asked about any humans, Shepard shaking her head though didn’t miss the smirk on the yeoman’s face.

“No… Or, at least, not yet,” Shepard stated, “But we’re off to the Citadel after we recruit the krogan. I guess that reporting into the Council would be a good idea. And we can go shopping when we’re there. Get some more toys. We’ll invite Miranda and Jack, see what interest they show.”

“Do the toys… were they based on animals?”

That’s when Shepard smirked. “Maybe…”

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All events in this story are fictitious and all persons in this story are over 18.

Any similarities to any persons or events in this story is purely coincidental

and should be regarded as such, Enjoy.

All events in this story are fictitious and all persons in this story are over 18.

Any similarities to any persons or events in this story is purely coincidental

and should be regarded as such, Enjoy.

The Babysitter part 3

Nancy sat there shaking her head “what a mess, I’m supposed to be the one getting the cum!”

Nancy stood up “I’m grabbing a shower while you lot get sorted”, “I’ll join you” said Mum getting up as well.

Bob and Darcy just lay there relaxed and calm so I had soon calmed down myself, I left them too it and headed for the shower but when I opened the door Nancy was kneeling in front of Mum in the shower and was obviously licking her out going by the look of lust in Mums eyes.

I walked back to the bed, “sorry Darcy it just doesn’t want to go down, you are too tight” I heard Bob say “lets try turning over” said Darcy.

Bob shuffled to the edge of the bed and managed to stand up while Darcy clung to him still fully impaled, Bob got down on hands and knees and moved back to the middle of the bed, Darcy tried to drop away from him but she cried out in pain so Bob leaned down and rested her on the bed but not putting too much weight on her.

“why don’t you try thrusting in and out to see if that works its way out, Its already too late to worry about cumming” I grinned.

“may as well try it, I couldn’t get it in until just before I came so it might work to get it out” said Darcy laughing.

“Well I don’t mind” said Bob as he gently pushed himself in

Darcy pulled him down to kiss her as he started to pick up speed and pretty soon they were both getting into it. I was getting horny watching so was stroking myself off, Darcy would occasionally turn to watch me as I laid back and stroked myself which she seemed to enjoy.

It looked like Bob was getting enough movement to pull out but neither of them were stopping and they both climaxed at the same time amidst lots of grunting and groaning.

Bob was shattered but Darcy seemed energised looking like she had only started.

Darcy slipped off him with a loud pop and dribble of cum as Bob moved backwards then collapsed on the bed beside us.

I hadn’t got there yet and was still stroking as Darcy watched eagerly, she leaned over and kissed Bob then sat across my thighs asking “can I have a go, I want to watch it spurt”, I just grinned and took my hand off.

Darcy moved further up acting like it was her dick she was playing with, “that feels really nice when your rubbing up against me as your stroking it” I said softly.

Darcy would stroke me then hold me against her slit and use her lips to slide along my length, occasionally she would let go and lean back to slide her pussy and the erection trapped against her belly using the cum still seeping from her pussy as lube, we were both puffing and panting, her firm boobs jiggling with her movement.

After a few minutes Darcy got a little carried away with the slide job and went a bit too far up, my knob was at her entrance and as she slid back I entered her wonderfully smooth slippery sheath with a loud growling moan, Darcy stopped suddenly as she realised I was in her and moved back off but it was too late and my orgasm rushed up just before she was all the way off.

She slid off my throbbing member and watched fascinated as it spurted several times then she lifted up again and slid along my length while rubbing her clit until she came herself.

Bob was mumbling “so hot, sooo damn hot” but there was no life left in the old tool and it laid there softly.

Darcy had calmed down and moved off my half soft member finally satisfied and cuddled up to Bob leaving me with cum all over my belly so I headed back to the shower.

What a sight !!

Nancy had managed to work her whole hand inside Mums pussy and had the shower nozzle spraying her clit while Mum was pulling hard on her own nipples, Nancy was not pushing her hand in and out but in a round sort of way.

Nancy heard me and turned her head and grinned, Mum was oblivious to anything around her and continued to wriggle on Nancy’s hand and stretch her nipples moaning the whole time.

Mum was starting to get Frantic and Nancy had to stop fingering herself to maintain balance. The look she gave me left no doubt she wanted me to take over so I knelt to the side of her and easily slid my fingers inside her and decided to see what would fit.

My hand was smaller than Nancy’s and as soon as I got in a better angle between Mum and Nancy it slid right in.

I was easily able to slid my hand nearly out then all the way back in again as I rubbed her clit; Nancy dropped the shower nozzle as her lust took over and her elbow lodged against my shoulder so Mum started to slide up and down on Nancy’s hand, she was groaning and thrusting harder as she neared her climax, Nancy was writhing around as she neared hers.

Mum dropped down hard digging Nancy’s elbow hard into my shoulder as she violently shuddered in her orgasm and pushed me down, Nancy grabbed my arm to hold it as she thrust herself quickly onto my hand smashing her clit against my bent wrist as she Joined Mum a few seconds later.

I was a crumpled mess between two thrusting writhing bodies for what seemed like hours but was probably only 20 seconds or so until they both crumpled beside me and I was ably to slip my hand out and disentangle myself.

It had hurt a bit so my erection of a couple of minutes ago had disappeared and I took the opportunity to put the shower nozzle back in its holder and aim it for the other end of the bath and quickly washed myself, the water had lost its heat so I turned the water off.

Mum finally spotted me and grinned sheepishly, Nancy was ever so slowly working her hand out of Mum and I scooted down to watch more closely as her lips stretched tightly around the invader.

Ever so slowly Mums lips stretched and shrunk to mould themselves to every nook and cranny as Nancy’s hand slid out of her depths and with a final rush gaped open just as much as my mouth.

It had been quite an exhausting event and we all soon fell into our respective beds.

Things changed with Nancy over the next few weeks, Bob loved to watch Nancy with me so our mornings started a bit earlier and he pounded her from behind while she sucked me off.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed it a lot but after a good taste of pussy on my cock I was missing it.

Darcy invited Amanda over on the weekend and as usual I walked around naked but they didn’t take much notice as usual; Late Saturday night I could hear a lot of moaning and slurping so I stood in the bathroom wanking to the sounds muffled by the door.

I could hear the unmistakable sounds of someone nearing orgasm and my own was approaching fast which overruled my common sense and I opened the door and walked in.

Darcy gasped as she saw me, Amanda scrambled out from between Darcy’s legs and slid back up beside Darcy with her legs tucked up to her chest trying to cover her bits at the same time. Both girls were staring at my bobbing, drooling and weaving erection so I walked over and knelt in front of Amanda’s legs and gently tried to prise her knees apart, She held them tight watching my face in apprehension but I held a consistent light pressure until she relaxed a bit and I moved them apart to see a beautiful shaved pussy before me.

Before she could object I shuffled forward and slid my knob inside her slippery sheath until I met some resistance, she was about to say something when I slid back a bit then thrust forward again and that initial resistance gave way and I slid all the way inside.

“Owww” she exclaimed as she clamped me in place with her legs and arms but it was already too late and with a loud grunting moan I exploded inside her.

I had been wanking for quite a while so my spurting eruption went on and on for ages as all that built up tension finally released and I collapsed against her nude body.

“What the fuck Bro!”exclaimed Darcy as the shock wore off, Amanda was still staring at me dumbfounded so I grabbed Darcy’s head and guided it to Amanda’s nipple then moved her fingers to Amanda’s clit and started thrusting gently again.

Amanda’s mouth was trying to form some words with no effect but as I looked deep into her eyes there was a slow shift from confused to lust as Darcy worked with me to reinstate the previous level of horniness I had interrupted.

Never taking her eyes off mine Amanda started to thrust back and before long started to moan and groan in ecstasy, I leaned down and took her other nipple in my mouth and together my sister and I brought her crashing into orgasm, her back arcing high and her hand on my chest indicating she wanted me to stop moving.

I leaned right back to raise my hips to stay inside her until the tension drained from her and her pussy slid deeper on to my straining erection.

Slowly she started to rotate her hips as her excitement built again then she pushed Darcy’s head down to where our body’s joined “lick it … please lick it” she exclaimed as she started to slide slowly up and down my shaft.

“awww fuck, that’s it” she moaned “don’t you dare stop”

Our thrusting grew harder as we crashed together in perfect harmony until we simultaneously crested that peak of pleasure followed a few seconds later by Darcy joining us courteous of her own thrashing fingers.

I lay beside them with a sheen of sweat covering my exhausted body but Amanda was only just getting started and rolled over on top of Darcy and started to lick all of Darcy’s juices from her wet inner thighs and in between the folds of her pussy, at first Amanda held her pussy clear of Darcy’s mouth and I could see my cum starting to gather on her inner lips and start to form a large glob which began to hang down. Darcy was getting turned on and she had her eyes shut and mouth open as I watched fascinated by the gathering glob swinging from its tentative hold on Amanda’s pussy lips.

I wondered how the aim would be when it finally let go, would Darcy get a mouthful of our combined juices?, would the swinging glob arc off to the side?, would Darcy accept it and get even more turned on or would she freak out and disrupt the highly charged sexual situation in front of me.

Slowly but surely the glob stretched towards the waiting mouth below it, my erection returned with a vengeance as I anticipated the swing glob of cum dropping into Darcy’s now panting mouth … my reverie was interrupted when Amanda looked to the side and noticed my hand stroking my shaft “I want that inside me … NOW” she croaked looking into my eyes in a lust filled gaze.

I tore my eyes from their fascinating subject and quickly kneeled behind her sliding my knob down her butt crack to her waiting hole so as not to disturb the growing glob which I could no longer see.

I started to slid my swollen knob inside that cum filled maw while at the same time pressured Amanda’s butt downwards wishing I could watch the glob enter my intended target.

My shaft was now all the way inside and my balls were getting closer and closer to Darcy’s face as Amanda’s cock filled pussy lowered, I heard a surprised “Oh” from below then the unmistakable sound of slurping began as I felt movement at the junction of our sexes with Darcy’s lips and tongue.

I watched as Darcy wrapped her legs around Amanda’s head and started to thrust up against her mouth to bring on her impending orgasm while at the same time her frenzied licking and mouthing was bring Amanda to a peak and they climaxed together, my own thrusting slowed and deepened as I felt the rippling along the slick inner walls of Amanda’s pussy as her orgasm coaxed another load from me but this time I pulled back and finished with short sharp strokes with my knob pushing in and out of her entrance intensifying the feelings on my glans.

As the spurting finished I leaned back and squeezed every last drop from my cock into her entrance.

I started to soften and I looked down as my cock and a fair portion of my cum plopped down into Darcy’s open mouth.

Her tongue ran around her lips as she gathered what she could and then sucked on my cum drenched cock so I pushed forward and had her clean as much of me as she could reach. Amanda lifted up to tilt her hips down as I scooted back to watch Darcy slowly and lovingly run her tongue inside to scoop the cum from Amanda’s hole.

Amanda sat up and pulled me to her, “thanks, I didn’t expect to lose my virginity to my best friends little brother but I’m glad it was you … it was a special moment for me and I’ll never forget the look on your face as I let you have me” she said as she kissed my forehead and sent me back to my room.

One evening a couple of weeks after our “sex talk” Bob came rushing over to say Nancy was pregnant and was strutting around proclaiming he was gunna be a Dad, Nancy joined him giving me a sheepish look before beaming in sheer joy.

Mum and Darcy initially congratulated them but then the realisation struck that they too could be pregnant as he had also had unprotected sex with them both as well.

The good part was that Bob insisted that I could now “do the proper job” with Nancy which was something I took to with great vigour at least twice a day.

The bad news was that a few weeks later Mum and Darcy found out they were both pregnant, Bob was proudly beaming and stating that he would be able to look after all three of them.

Luckily Amanda was not pregnant and after that first time brought some condoms with her when she came around for a session until the Pill started working.

With Amanda joining in our 6 way sessions Bob was finding it hard to keep up and rarely did Nancy and Amanda so luckily the girls were often helping out each other and things settled into an easy peace.

When Amanda stayed over she would often take advantage of my morning wood and I loved getting woken by her pussy kissing my knob as she started to work her way down my shaft, I’m sure she only did it so she could ride Darcy’s face and feed her a mouthful of my cum, she was kinky like that and when she had the chance would try and get Bobs load to feed her as well.

Luckily Amanda developed a strong liking for rough sex and a pussy full of cum as we had to be gentle with the pregnant ones so she loved us finishing hard inside her after gently doing one of the others.

Everyone except me is looking forward to the births … I’m just not sure whats going to happen.

But enough of my problems, Amanda’s little brother Aaron was my best friend at school and he often came to visit. We kept out sexual adventures secret from everybody else so Aaron didn’t know what went on at home and Amanda wanted to keep it that way.

Aaron had started going out with Christie a few months before and Aaron would boast that he was getting close to losing his virginity and their sexual play was getting pretty full on but he was acting really weird on Sunday and didn’t seem to want to talk about it when Amanda and Aaron came round to our place, I asked him several questions and he finally started to open up admitting he didn’t know what to do about Christie.

His answers were very disjointed but at least he was answering so finally I just straight out asked him to start at the beginning and explain the full story. He seemed embarrassed and disgusted and joyous and worried all at once but took a deep sigh and let it all out so I patiently let him talk and this is what he said …

On Saturday Eddie found a bottle of Vodka that his Mum had hidden and he didn’t like it when his Mum got drunk so he pinched it, Harry and I decided it would be a good idea idea to head up to the waterhole and have a campfire and drink it there so we said we were going to go camping and headed up late in the afternoon. Christie decided to tag along as well and told her Mum she would probably stay out late, She told me she wasn’t sure if she would stay the night or go home late so we grabbed a few blankets, some food and snacks and headed up to the clearing.

We were just sitting around sipping the Vodka, chatting and enjoying the campfire and Christie and I were pashing on a bit as she was feeling the effects.

Eddie and Harry decided to jump in for a swim and since we were alone things got pretty heated and I got her knickers off so I could get better access under her dress.

One thing led to another and she didn’t stop me when I took my shorts off and got between her legs and rubbed my cock up and down her slippery slit.

She had taken several swigs from the bottle to give herself some courage and said she wanted to do it but everyone said the first time hurt so she made me promise to be gentle, of course I said yes and she was so wet that my knob was slipping in easily, when I felt some resistance she asked me to push it in quick but then stop.

I pushed fairly hard then she just grabbed my bum and thrust herself at me and I slid most of the way in, she yelped and held me still but it was enough for me and I came inside her anyway. Man it felt so awesome I couldn’t help grinning.

We just stayed still for a while and started pashing on again and I stayed hard inside her.

She finally relaxed and I let her do the moving and after a bit she was breathing pretty heavy and moaning out loud and started urging me on harder and deeper.

We were really going at it when I noticed Eddie and Harry had returned and were kneeling sort of behind and to the side of me watching us in the light of the lantern and fire so they had a very good view.

Christie either hadn’t seen them in front of her or was ignoring them but I could hear Eddie panting and the sound of him wanking, I think Harry was too but I was too far gone to stop and Christie then just closed her eyes and arched up and started shuddering and moaning so I think she was cumming and I came as well.

After I finished spurting I leaned back on my haunches so look at my handiwork and Eddie kneeled closer to get a better view.

He reached between her legs with his free hand and started rubbing her inner thigh, I should have stopped him right there and half expected Christie to stop him but she was rubbing her pussy and still moaning with her eyes closed so he slid two fingers inside her and was furiously wanking as he shuffled closer in front of me.

I was sort of mesmerised as I watched him push the cum that was leaking out of her back up to her hole with his dick then slipped it in a bit, Christie was still rubbing her clit and wriggling in pleasure with her eyes still closed so Eddie arched forward and I watched mesmerised as her inner lips wrapped themselves around his knob as it slid up and down between her lips. He was shuddering and softly moaning as he started to move in and out of her hole and then slid his cock right inside her and after a few thrusts pushed deep and held it there as he came inside her with his balls winking in time with his spurts.

He moved back out of the way and Harry kneeled in and started thrusting his cock inside her.

Christie was moaning and humping pretty wildly then Harry started a low grumbling moan and came inside her as well then shuffled back out of the way.

The whole thing took less than a minute and turned me on so much that I moved straight back in and thrust deep like they had for several thrusts then I leaned all the way over her and started pashing on with her again until she came loudly thrashing around and moaning while I rapidly built towards my own orgasm.

She held me tight to slow down for a short while then started getting into it again and after a fair while she came again just before I let go with several strong spurts as I held my cock deep inside her.

Now that I was satiated I rolled off her and on to my back, Christie turned on her side towards me and draped one leg over me and rested her head on my chest as we both calmed down and our breathing slowed back to normal.

My thoughts were then all confused … I was sooo damn happy I had lost my virginity and she had given me hers. Did she know Eddie and Harry had both fucked her?, was I an arsehole for letting them? Did she see them come back from their swim? Did she want them both to fuck her? Did I basically let them rape her? Did I take advantage of her when she was drunk? Did I still want to go out with her if she was going to let other guys fuck her so easily?

After laying there for a while turning it all over in my head I realised she was moving against me rhythmically and I noticed the heavy breathing from behind her, she didn’t seem to be doing anything as one of the guys was obviously fucking her again and I wondered how long he had been going before I realised it. Once again I thought should I be stopping this or was she letting him?

Pretty soon he grunted a few times and she remained still, I heard some movement and then the other one took a turn until he too grunted as he added another load inside her.

I turned to look down at her and Christie stirred, kissed my chest then moved up and her knee rubbed my erect again cock, she straddled me and kissed me then impaled her sopping wet pussy on my hardon and I heard the loud squelching as my cock forced some of the cum out of her, it didn’t take long for her to orgasm again but I wasn’t ready yet, she sank down as far as she could and ground her pussy on me for a little while until the tender phase passed then started a long slow rhythm that built the both of us up, I managed to somehow hold back until she reached her peak and I crossed that exquisite threshold in sync with her and then relaxed not even feeling the weight of her as she laid on me with my soft cock still inside her.

My brain was hurting thinking of what I should do but I was too exhausted to stay awake, next thing it was daylight.

I looked around and noticed Eddie and Harry had already left us.

Christie stirred and stretched as she looked around then smiled and kissed me as she reached for my morning wood and pretty soon I slid back inside her again wiping all confusing thoughts from my head.

After we had done she stripped off and I joined her for a skinny dip to wash away the dried cum and the river of cum leaking from her pussy. We had to rinse off the blanket as well.

I didn’t know how to broach the subject but her words and actions seemed to indicate that she didn’t know about the other two, she was telling me she loved me and was happy we had finally done it.

I didn’t have to balls to bring it up or ask but she seemed elated and had not mentioned Eddie and Harry at all so I was thinking that she didn’t know and I was just a huge arsehole… but the next minute I was thinking she was just a slut who let my two mates fuck her as well.

Christie had to go home early to shower so when I got home I tagged along with my sister thinking maybe I could ask her but then I though maybe I should just talk to you about it.

I’m going to meet up with Christie this arvo and we are going back to the waterhole to collect the blanket we left to dry so I really need to make a decision by then.

What do you think I should do?

After Aaron had finished his story I looked at him in wonder and sorted through some of my own thoughts.

“OK, just answer yes or no only … first I have to ask what you want to do if she’s a slut?” I asked, “dump her I suppose” said Aaron.

“are you going to tell her that you let them fuck her?” … “umm … I don’t know”

“well we are getting nowhere this way so how about doing a few things first” I said.

“ok, what things?” asked Aaron.

“ask her a whole heap of things when you meet up!” “Do you want to see if Eddie and Harry want to join you at the waterhole?. When did Eddie and Harry leave?. What was the most crazy part of last night?. How are you feeling after the drinking?. How pissed were you?. How many times did we do it last night?. “

“you should be able to get a good indication of if she knew from that but either way I think you should tell her very soon.”

“Either you dump her because she’s a slut, she dumps you because your an arsehole, she only did it with them to please you so you stay together, she didn’t know about it but stays with you because you were both pissed and didn’t know what you were doing, you decide that you like seeing her with other guys and stay with her and invite me along next time” I said with a grin.

Aaron looked at me in confusion for a second then burst out laughing “fucking arsehole” he said with a grin.

“Nah seriously, tell her the whole complete truth of what happened last night including your feelings at the time and your feelings today … it will only come out later anyway so better to be upfront now!” I said.

“Yeh I know your right, I guess her reaction to the truth will help me with my decision” he said with a wry grin.

“In the meantime quickly go find Eddie and Harry and tell them she didn’t know what they did and if they speak a word of it to anyone she would likely yell rape” I suggested “and make sure you tell Christie what you told them”.

“oh yeh, good idea, I go do it now” he said as he headed out the door

“Let me know what happened” I yelled at him as he ran up the path

In the meantime I was horny and wandered off to find Amanda or Nancy!

Turned out Amanda and Darcy had gone out shopping and Nancy was visiting some friends, Bugger!

I waited for a while then decided I’d just have to take care of my self but halfway through there was a knock on the door and I only just managed to pull some shorts on when Aaron and Christie walked in their eyes both drawn to the obvious tent in my shorts, Aaron snorted and Christie just stood there with her mouth agape.

It was lucky that Aaron decided to knock as he was walking in, usually he just walks straight in.

“lucky I knocked dude” he laughed “sorry” I squeaked hoarsely “I guess its no point trying to hide it now” Christie just giggled in an embarrassed sort of way as I invited them to sit on the couch.

Christie bent over to move some cushions and I poked my erection in her crotch as her short dress raised up, she quickly spun away shouting “hey, what the hell do you think your doing!” angrily.

“sorry, I didn’t expect you to move backwards like that”

I asked them if they wanted a drink as I moved towards the kitchen whispering “well she’s not a slut” as I walked past Aaron.

They hadn’t answered but I grabbed 3 cokes anyway and walked back in with my erection still poking out a bit as it was still subsiding, I sat two on the coffee table before sitting opposite the couch.

“Well I took your good advice and told Christie everything I told you, she was a bit speechless at first so I suggested she tell you her side before saying anything to me just to be fair”

Christie blushed “I agreed as I really don’t know what to say or think about it all”

Aaron grabbed his coke “I’ll be back in an hour, you can tell her anything I said when we chatted earlier”

I stood and grabbed the other coke and handed it to her, her eyes went straight to my crotch but it had gone down nearly completely and she looked relieved “see you in a bit then” I said as Aaron headed out the door.

“You should know that I will not say anything to Aaron or anyone else about what either of you two have told me, that included what Aaron said but since he told me its OK I will answer any question you ask”

“So he told you about us and what Harry and Eddie did?” “yes he did so you should also be completely honest as well, I won’t say anything to him unless you say its OK”

“Just start at the beginning so everything is in proper context” I urged

Christie sighed then started.

“I’ve been friends with Aaron, you, Eddie and Harry since I arrived at school and hang out more with you guys than I do with my girl group mainly because I always like Aaron more than anyone so I was really happy when he asked me out but all the girls keep saying that guys only want one thing and when they get it they get dumped, That’s why I didn’t want to go all the way for so long, I’m pretty sure I was the last one of our group to lose it.

Anyway, last night, we had some booze and I when Harry and Eddie went for a swim we were pashing on a lot and I though ‘fuck it’ and decided to let him. I knew we were all virgins [although I heard that you weren’t] So Aaron and I were going to be each others first. I was so worried about him dumping me after but I’d wanted to go all the way for so long that the booze let me lose my inhibitions and I told him he could put it in.

I knew from what the other girls said that it hurt when your hymen broke but if it had already broken from exercise or whatever that it didn’t and since I still had mine it was going to hurt and asked him to be gentle and stop once it was in.

We were both very turned on but he was a little too gentle and it was hurting as he put pressure on me so I just grabbed him and thrust as hard as I could, it stung like a bitch so I locked him to stop him moving, I was really tender down there but I could feel his cock throbbing and by his look I knew he was cumming in me.

I thought ‘I’m losing my boyfriend for 3 seconds of sex’ and would have cried but he held me and was telling me he loved me etc so I started to feel a bit better, the stinging stopped and he was still hard so when I started to gently slide off his cock it felt really nice because I was still very turned on so I started to slowly move up and down it.

Aaron started thrusting with me and pretty soon we were getting into it when I sort of vaguely noticed Eddie and Harry come back but was too turned on and drunk to think about it.

It was feeling pretty awesome as I built up and pretty soon a started cumming and I felt and heard Aaron cumming at the same time. It was the best and most exquisite orgasm of my life and I didn’t want it to stop so I put me hand between us and was rubbing myself to keep that feeling going.

Aaron pulled back and I opened my eyes for a second and saw him looking down at my fingers so I closed my eyes and let him watch me playing with myself as he pulled all the way out.

I felt his hand rubbing my thigh then he put his fingers in me for a bit, it was feeling so nice I never wanted it to stop and knowing he was watching me really turned me on.

He rubbed his cock between my lips and slid back inside and I was just about to cum again when I felt him start spurting already, I opened my eyes to see and was shocked to see him a bit further back looking down with so much lust in his eyes before I realised that Eddie was in me and cumming.

The feeling of that cock pumping inside me was still awesome and I was so close to cumming that when I thought ‘so this is how I get dumped but this is what he wants to watch’ so I closed my eyes again and concentrated on the feelings in my pussy.

When he finished I was so very close I didn’t want to stop and somehow knew that Harry would go next and just played with myself as I waited.

I felt another hard dick push inside me and this one was a bit faster and harder and I was quickly building back up to my peak when he finished, I was so disappointed but started rubbing myself faster to get there when I felt another hard dick slide into me then he leaned down on me and tried to kiss me.

I know its weird but I didn’t want anyone else to kiss me and when I opened my eyes and saw it was Aaron I felt relieved he still wanted me and kissed him so passionately that I came straight away.

We calmed down for a sec as I went through the tender phase then got back into it again pretty hard until a came again and I felt Aaron cum as I was in the tender phase.

I cuddled up to him as we caught our breaths and he didn’t try and push me away or anything so I thought maybe he doesn’t want to dump me after all but just wants to share me?

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that but kissing him and making love were so very special and I felt the other dicks were like being fingered, more like foreplay than sex and with this thoughts wandering through my horny brain I fell asleep with my fingers still lazily stroking my pussy.

I dreamily started to wake up again, I could smell Aaron and could feel that nice feeling of a cock pushing gently through my slippery canal while my fingers softly rubbed my clit. I realised that I was still cuddled up to Aaron and could feel his soft cock start to harden under my knee and realised he had shared me again. It felt nice so I didn’t really mind if that’s what he wanted and just let whoever it was pleasure me until he stopped and the throbbing cock inside me spurted several times.

I vaguely wondered who it was and if it was Harry and Eddie was that the first one or the second one, he pulled his softening cock out and it was replaced a few seconds later by another one who also thrust gently inside me almost as if they didn’t want to wake me.

Then I thought, maybe Aaron doesn’t know as I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest but realised his cock was now hard so he must have known and was sharing me.

Pretty soon I felt the deep convulsions inside me as that cock added several more spurts before pulling out.

I had a moments shock as I realised we had not used any protection but it was too late to worry about that now and besides that I had just felt Aaron move and felt like he was looking at me, I kissed his chest and looked up, I could see the lust in his eyes and moved up before dreamily straddling him and kissing him as I heard the loud squelching from all that cum inside me, it didn’t take long for me to cum as the other two cocks had pushed me fairly close already and kissing Aaron was a huge turn on for me.

I was grinding down deep on his cock when I realised the tenderness was no where near as bad this time so I happily kept going and after a while we had a pretty amazing simultaneous orgasm together and I fell back to sleep while he was still inside me.

It was daylight when I woke up and looked around again wondering if it was all just a dream as there was just the two of us, I noticed Aaron hard a stiff one so I kissed him and pretty soon we were making love again, we were so in tune with each other that we came together again.

We jumped in for a skinny dip as I had come dripping and dried on me everywhere, I washed my dress of cum and Aaron washed the cum off the blanket but I don’t know what happened to my knickers.

I had to go home before mum and dad woke up so I rushed home and had a proper shower.

I was pretty worried about getting dumped, getting shared and getting talked about and wondered what would happen when we met in the afternoon but Aaron come around earlier and sat down with me to tell me his thoughts and feelings and I am as confused as all hell now.”

“So did you tell me everything?” I asked her

“Yep, total honesty just like Aaron suggested”

“whew, ok, that was hot” I murmured

“yeh I could use another drink if you don’t mind” she asked

I stood and her eyes went straight to my hardon as I quickly tried to turn around and headed for the fridge.

Handing her the drink her eyes again locked on my cock as she said “well what do you think I should do?” but I suggested we wait for Aaron to return and we chatted for a bit until he showed up.

“Well” I said as he took a seat next to his girlfriend “It looks like you both love each other but it also looks like you both liked the idea of sharing so perhaps you could try it again when sober and not pretending to be asleep or pretending not to know. You are both guilty of that!”

“I love you and I’m sorry I didn’t stop them after I found out, please don’t dump me” pleaded Christie as she turned to look at Aaron.

“I feel like an arsehole for letting them in the first place but I’m glad your not upset about it as it really did turn me on so I’ll leave it up to you if you want to be shared and I’ll promise to stay with you either way” he replied as he leaned in to kiss her.

The kissing turned into pashing then Christie looked at me and my cock was hard again and she smiled before turning her attention to stripping off her underwear and throwing them at me.

I grinned and Aaron laughed as Christie beckoned me over, “I’m so hot thinking about last night and seeing your hard on so can you just please put it in while Aaron and I pash on”

I reached for her legs and pulled her pussy to the edge of the couch and quickly pulled me shorts off and slid my knob inside her with a few gentle thrusts to get all the way in.

She did not waste any time before she grabbed my butt and urged me faster. Her pussy was so wet and slippery and tight and smooth and just plain awesome that it was not long before I was near breaking point … but just then Darcy and Amanda walked through the door with a couple of shopping bags each.

Both Aaron and Christie froze like a deer in the headlights, Christie had freed Aarons cock and had a hand wrapped around it, I kept pumping, Darcy started giggling and Amanda tsk tsked and said “Aren’t I enough for you?” as she calmly walked over and slapped my thrusting butt with a laugh.

“Gnnnuhh, Gnuhh” I grunted as my cock erupted in a fountain of cum inside Christie before I fell back panting.

Amanda wasted no time in kneeling down beside me and taking my cock in her mouth to clean me up as Aaron stuttered “your fucking my sister?”

Amanda looked up and grinned then spread Christie’s knees “do you mind?” she said as she moved in close and took a long gentle lick up Christie’s cum soaked slit.

Christie jerked in surprise but did not stop Amanda. Aaron groaned “fuuuuck” then Darcy decided to get in on the act and kneeled closer looking at Christie as she said “do you mind?” as she reached out with her mouth open poised to engulf Aaron’s cock.

Christie grinned “why the fuck not”

Looks like we have a couple more players for the menagerie!

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Anndie is a young teacher with a wild sex drive and has begun to expand her experiences

Chapter 8 Getting Deep

Owen was working on a special project over the weekend. He was struggling to get the paper finished. Writing was never his strong suit and after 15 pages of research he was almost done. He asked his wife, the teacher, to review his work for grammar and structure. While Anndie studied his work he continued with his presentation deck. Anndie was totally impressed with his work and couldn’t find any errors. She was so proud of him, and she wanted to reward him somehow. She had seen a advertisement on a porn site for local girls. In the last few weeks, she realized that she really got turned on watching her husband pleasure another woman. She thought that she would be jealous. What she also started to realize is that giving up control also turned her on. In fact, just thinking about this was causing her clit to throb and her pussy to flood. “Shit, I got to do this.” A few clicks on the keyboard and a IM thread began.

Owen was still working past 7:00 when he heard the doorbell. He was so wrapped up in his work that he really didn’t pay much attention and continued to work. Anndie had been upstairs setting up the bedroom for Owen’s surprise. She made her way downstairs dressed in a red see thru nighty and a lace G-string. She got to the door, took a deep breath and said to herself “you got this; this is your fantasy come true. Just open the door and the fun will begin.” She opened the door, and she was staring and a 6-foot-tall blond goddess in leather and lace. “You must be the wife” the Amazon said to Anndie. The teacher knees began to shake, and a moan escaped her lips. “Well, are you going to let me in or am I just going to turn you around and smack your ass right here in the doorway?” “Oh my god, I am so sorry, I’m Anndie and I am the one that messaged you.” “Where is your husband?” “He’s in his office, he has no idea this is happening.” Anndie whispered “Are you sure you want to do this?” the double D breasted woman asked. “yes” Anndie said. “What do you call me?” the blond raised her voice. “mistress, yes mistress Stacey.” Anndie meekly stated. “That’s better”, the internet escort brushed passed the shaken wife. “Here, while I am here you are to wear this collar.” She handed the wife a leather dog collar with a ring and a silver leash. Anndie, moaned and as she locked the collar in place she could feel the first waves of a orgasm begin to make its way through her body. She handed her new mistress the leash. Mistress Stacey turned to her new plaything and said “you keep your head down, you do not speak until I tell you, and most importantly, you do not cum until I say its ok. If you do not obey, you will be thoroughly punished.” The mistress led the sex charged wife down the hall to the office door. She knocked and Owen looked up from the desk and said “come in”. His jaw dropped when he saw what walked through the door. Mistress Stacey introduced herself to Owen and explained to him why she was there. Owen began to laugh a dark and sinister laugh. “Is that so?” he said, “well then let’s bring the bitch upstairs and see if you can please me like she hopes you can.” The tall blond then asked, “what should we do with her?” Owen said, “bring her along, maybe she’ll actually get something out of watching us.” Being dragged up the stairs and hearing the conversation between Owen and Mistress Stacey had her on the edge of orgasm. She knew it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge. She only hoped she could hold it off until she had permission.

Once in the bedroom Owen moved a chair to the side of the bed and Anndie was forced to sit. Her ankles were tied to the legs and her left hand was tied to the arm. Mistress Stacey purposely left her right arm free. “Now my little worthless pet, you keep your hand off your pussy.” The humiliation was turning her on, she did not know why, but the way they laughed at her, talked down to her, and ignored her only served to increase her desire. Owen could see it in his wife’s eyes. This was as turned on as she’d ever been. Her deepest darkest fantasy coming to life. She was about to watch her husband make love to a beautiful young woman. This woman she gave total control to. Anndie felt her life was now in the hands of stranger. The deep pangs of jealousy started to enter her thoughts. “What if Mistress Stacey pleased Owen better than she could? What if he liked the feel of her mouth on his hard cock better than hers? What if her pussy felt better than hers? As these questions started to rattle around her head her pussy began to throb. Why is she so horny? In front of her Owen and Stacey were locked on a sensuous kiss, both grinding on each other. Stacey couldn’t believe her luck. She had just about given up on the add she put online. Nothing but creeps and wierdos. Finally, someone answered the add that could stimulate her. A couple she could be a part of. This was hot. Owens cock felt so good, she couldn’t wait to see it, his kisses were melting her from the inside. She loved to dominate a woman and be subservient to a man. All throughout her life she searched for the ultimate couple and so far, this is adding up to paydirt. Owen broke from the kiss and looked Anndie in the eye and winked, then he turned to Stacey and in a deep powerful voice said “STRIP!” Stacey groaned, “yes” she thought, “he gets it.” “Yes master” she said. Quickly Stacey pulled off her leather vest, revealing a black bra with holes for her nipples. Anndie, gasp, “look at those nipples, they have to be an inch long.” She thought. “so red, so hard!” “Please let me suck on them” she moaned. Stacey looked at Anndie reached into her bag and pulled out a little wand with a glass ball on top. She walked to the chair that Anndie was tied to, grabbed Anndie’s right nipple, pinched it and brought the wand to it. Zap, a electric shock went through her nipple and Anndie screamed. The pain coursed through her body right to her clit, she groaned. “I’m so sorry Mistress Stacey” Anndie whimpered. “If you don’t keep your mouth closed I will do it again” the Mistress whispered in Anndie’s ear, then leaned in and licked her ear sending a shiver down the submissive wife’s spine. Owen moved behind Stacey while she was bent over with her hands on the arms of the chair and slid his hard cock right into Stacey soaking wet pussy. Stacey, eyes grew big and she looked right into Anndie’s eyes. The pleasure she was getting was doubling every second, she could hold it off she looked at the helpless wife and smiled as the orgasm began. Stacey moaned, “ccccumming….ugh ugh ohhhhh, your…husband….fee….fee…feelllllls so good…….hes going to shoot in me” Anndie looked at Owen who was jackhammering his pole into his new plaything. “I’m not sure you are worthy of my cum Anndie. Maybe I should only give it to Stacey!” Anndie couldn’t stand it any longer. “Please Mistress Stacey let me cum. I am so close. I can’t stop it….OHHHH God…Please.. P..l..e…a..s…e…..”Stacey moved her face closer to Anndie, Anndie could feel the hot breath of the beautiful play thing as Stacey groaned and moaned. As her orgasm took over she whispered to the bound wife in a hushed tone, “YES” and both women fell into a deep kiss as their orgasms rocked their bodies. The site in front of Owen was too much to take and he unloaded his baby making juice into the blond.

Stacey and Owen spent the rest of the weekend fulfilling Anndies cuck queen fantasy. Owen and Stacey made love over and over while Anndie watched. Some of the time she was tied to the chair, some of the time she was on the bed. The instance that Anndie thought was the highlight of the weekend, Stacey had Owen lie on his back and she rode him reverse cowgirl style. Stacey pulled Anndie to her with the leash and made her get down with her face inches from Stacey’s dripping pussy and Owens hard cock sliding in and out of her. Anndie could see the dripping pussy cream on Owen as Stacey rode up and down on it. Anndie couldn’t help but rub her clit while this was happening. She tried to remember how many times she had come this weekend, but it was all blurring together. Stacey reminded Anndie not to come until she had permission. Anndie moaned and stuck her tongue out licking Owen as portions of his staff appeared from Stacey’s cave. Stacey watched Anndie as she felt Owen harden and expand as his orgasm was beginning, triggering her own massive cum. Owen pumped everything he had into Stacey, again with a loud groan. The exhausted blond dismounted quickly and issued a one word command to Anndie. “Clean!” Anndie shoved her face in Staceys pussy and licked and slurped and drank every bit of Owens cum, bringing Stacey to another orgasm. Stacey brought Anndie up to her face and the two women kissed passionately for what seemed like 20 minutes. Stacey reached down to Anndie’s soaking wet, dripping pussy and finger fucked her to the most powerful orgasm of the weekend.

As Stacey was ready to leave she and Anndie were at the front door while Owen was passed out in the bedroom. In a symbolic gesture of release, Stacey unlocked the dog collar from around Anndie’s neck. The two women kissed a true lovers kiss and Anndie breathed the words “Thank you” into Stacey’s ear. Stacey groaned and Anndie pushed her against the door, dropped to her knees, shoved her face under Staceys skirt and licked her to another orgasm. Stacey then walked out the door and headed to her car. Anndie licked the clear liquid from her lips and headed to bed. She had school in the morning and couldn’t wait to tell Terry about her latest adventure.

Chapter 9 The Aid

Anndie walked into the school an hour before the students arrival time. She headed to her room and as she turned the corner to her hallway, out of her Terry’s room strode her friend. “Oh man Terry, I need to tell you what happened to me this weekend.” Terry could tell from Anndie’s tone that what ever the story is it would be a good one. “Before you start in on all the juicy details, we are being requested in the office. The email just came in.” Terry said. Anndie, shrugged her shoulders, dropped her bad in her classroom, then headed to the office with her sexy friend.

The teachers were greeted by June with a smile. “Good morning ladies” June said, Principle Stone will see you both now. The two teachers walked into the office straight ahead. “Hello and how are my two favorite teachers this morning? ladies, I wanted to talk to you both about a special project I need you to help with. My daughter Sky wants to follow in her mother footsteps and become a teacher. So, I thought it would be a good idea to have her intern here with one of my best teachers. So, which one of you will be my daughters coach?” Anndie looked at the stunning red head principle and said “I’ll take her.” She looked at Terry, “you got a handful with you class, I have more time to assist, plus I could use a hand with my ESL kids.” Anndie looked back to her principle and asked, “didn’t you say Sky is fluent in Spanish?” The red head smiled at Anndie and said “why yes, I surprised you remembered. Thank you, ladies, Sky will be in at 9 and I will send her right down to your class.”

“Great” Anndie thought. “Well, Terry we have 45 minutes still” Anndie whispered, “Terry quietly gasped, winked at Anndie turned and walked out of the office with Anndie right behind her. As the 2 got to June’s desk they both blew her a kiss causing the secretary to jump and groan. Her hands dropped right to her pussy and began to rub under desk. The she heard Principal Stone over the speakerphone. “June, can you come here for a minute? I have a itch that needs scratching and I can’t seem to reach it.” The secretary came. She knew what that request was for and got out of her chair only to see a big wet spot on her seat cushion. She smiled at herself and thought “what a great job I have!” as she headed into her principle’s office unbuttoning her blouse….

Anndie and Terry walked to Terry’s room as Anndie broke down in detail how her weekend unfolded. Listening to Anndie as she whispered as they walked down her hall, Terry’s panties were soaked by the time she got to her desk. She sat down and immediately pulled up her skirt and jammed her right hand into her pussy. Terry moaned “Oh shit Anndie I’m drenched, gonna cumm…Oh…Oh…Ahhhhhhh!” she slumped in her chair. Anndie sat on the edge of Terry’s desk with her legs spread on either side of the heavy breathing moaning young beauty. Anndie slid her hand in her leggings and started moaning. Terry, slid down to her knees and slid her face into the soaking wet crotch in front of her. Anndie moaned, “Oh my god Terry, I’m coming!” She tried to stifle her moaning as Terry’s tongue found her clit through her leggings and G-string. Anndie could hold it off and gushed a huge cum, soaking her leggings and giving Terry a face full of cum. “Shit Anndie, the kids will be here in 5 minutes and you have me so firkin horny.” Anndie laughed, thinking to herself, “at least I got my cum.” As she turned and left for her room. Terry looked down at her desk and saw a puddle of girl juice right on the corner. She couldn’t help herself and leaned over and lapped it up.

Anndie made her way to her room, sat at her desk and felt the cold wetness of her last cum. “Damn. I wish I had a change of clothes” she thought. “Damn-it Terry, what did you do to me?” Anndie was just thankful her top was long enough to hide the wet stain on her leggings as her class marched into the room.

The morning proceeded as usual. The kids went through their typical Monday morning routine, but Anndie chose to stay seated. At about 9:15 there was a knock at the door. Anndie got up from her seat gingerly, making sure her back was to the wall and slowly made her way to the door. She opened the door and her jaw dropped to the floor. There before her was a 20-year-old version of Principle Stone. Anndie thought this is just about the sexiest young lady she had ever seen. “Ms. Masters?” “Yes, you must be Sky” the awe-struck teacher managed to stammer out. “Yes, my mom told me that you volunteered to mentor me through my internship.” The young red head smiled. “Come on in, class this is Miss Stone, and she is going to join us in class. Everyone, say hello to our new helper.” The classroom erupted in a “Hello, Miss Stone!” Anndie directed her new assistant to a chair right next to hers at her desk and preceded to review the schedule, the lesson plans, and each of the students. The two sat at the desk for most of the rest of the day as the teacher reviewed how she had her class set up and how she went about planning her day. Throughout the day Anndie would catch a hand on her leg or shoulder, or a glance and start to wonder about the gorgeous long-legged young lady sitting with her. At the end of the day, Sky left while Anndie continued to work on her plans. After she finished for the day, she headed out to her car. As she was sitting in her car getting ready to leave, she looked over and saw Sky climb into the passenger seat of her mom’s car. Principle Stone was in the Driver’s seat and the 2 met with a kiss that was anything but familial. Anndie gasped and her jaw dropped, and her pussy began to flood. “Wow, this is too wild” she thought to herself. As she drove home, she called Terry. “you will never believe what I just saw!

The drive home was consumed with speculation by the two teachers, laughing and oohing and aahing about Principle Stone and her daughter. Anndie was totally turned on though, “is it bad,” she said to Terry “how can you be turned on? That so bad, that’s incest!” Terry’s response hit Anndie like a ton of bricks…”there is nothing wrong with it, they are two consenting adults, they aren’t hurting anyone. If Mom and daughter want to make themselves feel good, what could be bad?” Then she heard a moan come out of Terry. “Are you playing with yourself? Anndie whispered. “Uhhh huuuh, Terry groaned, “the thought of those two 69ing, oh my god, I’m gonna cum Anndie, uh uh uh ohhhhhhhhhh” “Shit!” Anndie explained, “listening to you made me miss my turn. I’m so wet right now, between the vision of those two and hearing you cum.” Anndie could not help it now, she was in full internal argument, was it ok or was it not? Is this another taboo she could overcome? Her left hand reached up under her skirt and rubbed her clit. She was soaked, could she see herself having sex with one of her daughters? What would they think of her depravity? How bad a mom is she? She pulled into a parking space just as a massive orgasm washed over her. Terry heard the whole thing. “wow, nice cum!!” Terry said, shaking Anndie from her afterglow. “Oh man, I totally forgot you were still on the phone.” Anndie moaned and Terry laughed, “so much for your high morals, which daughter were you fantasizing about?” “Never you mind I have to go, talk to you in the morning.” and she hung up the phone.

As she walked in the door Anndie was greeted with a sight she was not prepared for.

Chapter 10 A Daughters Love

“Hi mom, surprise…” came a from whisper from the couch. It was Anndie’s youngest daughter Carrie. She was sitting in the dark nursing her daughter Chane. “Hi baby, what are you doing here in the dark?” “I’ve left him for good, that ass will never touch me again.” Anndie turned a light on and saw the black eye on her daughter and let out a gasp. “Don’t tell Owen. He’ll do something rash, and I just want it to be over. I called a attorney today and I started the divorce process.” It had been a rocky 2-year marriage a marriage Owen advised against from the very beginning. The “Prick”, what Owen called him, could barely hold a job, and drank his paycheck away, leaving Anndie and Owen to basically subsidize their place. “I grabbed as much as I could after he went to work and came right over. I hope its ok. I put everything in the second bedroom, with the crib.” Anndie ran over to Carrie and wrapped her in a hug. “Anything you need, you let me know. You will be living here now until you can get back on your feet and away from him.” As Anndie released the hug she looked down and saw little Chane unlatching from Carrie’s left nipple, still trying to suckle. Carrie moaned and Chane latched on to her right breast. Carrie squirmed, her hips starting to hump up and down. Anndie let out a barely audible gasp as she saw the big, brown nipple with milk squirting and landed on Anndie’s leg. Anndie was mesmerized. The earlier conversation running through her head, the sight of her daughter’s breast, the memories of breastfeeding her daughters herself. Anndie remembered the feelings she had in the middle of the night as her daughter Carrie sucked on her nipple, the electricity that ran from her nipple right to her clit. The orgasms that started in the middle of her gut and would slowly build as she rocked back and forth while Carrie fed on first her left nipple then her right. The memory of taking her left hand while she held her child in her right and slid it between her legs to slowly coax the orgasm out of her. Stifling her moans so she wouldn’t wake Carrie, the orgasms would roll through her night after night. Now, with all of these memories coming back to her she looked at her daughter right in the eyes, she could see the desperation in her daughters’ eyes, the want, the need. “Baby, let me help you, I know what’s happening, I know what you need.” The sexually charged teacher, couldn’t stop if she wanted to. As Chane’s mouth let go of her mom’s nipple she bent down and latched her mouth right on the milk filled breast, sucking down the warm, sweet milk pouring into her mouth. Carrie gasp, and moaned “ooohhhhh mama, what are you…ohhhhhhhhh” and as Anndie reached down with her right hand she brought up under Carrie’s skirt and found her daughters soaked panties. She slid her finger under the leg band and found the large, hard throbbing clit. She began to circle it putting more pressure each time on it as she continued to suck and drink until Carries biggest orgasm she ever had took hold of her and she moaned and groaned “MAAAAAAMMMMMAAAAAA….CUUUMMMING!!!!!” Anndie had to grab Chane as Carrie nearly passed out from the powerful orgasm. “Let me put the baby down” Anndie whispered. “nnnnnnawww yesssss” was all Carrie could barely mouth as her muscles were still convulsing. Anndie came back to the couch, noticing out of the corner of her eye, Owen came out of his study to investigate the commotion. He basically watched the whole thing, and his hand was wrapped around his throbbing cock. Anndie nodded to him to just stay there for now as she went back to her daughter. She put her arm around her daughter, kissed her on the cheek and as she did that Carrie turned her face, met her mother and pulled her head in for a deep kiss. She wrapped he arms around he mother and whispered, “oh mama, thank you, thank you, I love you so much, please love me mom. I can’t believe I’m saying this but please take me, make me yours’s mom. I am soo horny mom I need it so bad.” “shhhhh baby, I got you, I’m here for you, mommy’s here to take care of her baby” whispered Anndie. “We will make sure you have everything you need. All of your needs…..” as she slid off the couch in front of her daughter Anndie slid her arms up the legs of the mother of her granddaughter. Slide them all the way up to her sodden lace panties, she flipped the skirt all the way up and grabbing the crotch of the panties and pulling them down her legs, throwing them at the feet of Owen. Owen’s eyes met Anndie’s and she motioned for him to be quiet and stay there while Carrie still not seeing her horned up step-father, began to accept her mother’s sexual advances. Anndie moved her face to the dripping wet lips of her daughter and licked up the right side and down the left then sticking her tongue into the hole as deeply as it would go. Her nose pressing against the rock hard throbbing 2 inch long clit. “OOOHHH MMMAAAAMMMAAA, I’m goonna,…….gonna, ohhhh I’m cuuuuummmmming!!!!” The orgasm was so intense that she passed out on the couch. Anndie stood up and grabbed the baby who managed to sleep through the whole thing, and quickly took her down the hall and put her in her crib. Quietly closed the door, came back to the family room, walked over to own and gave him a hot kiss and whispered to him “I bet you want some of this action. Be patient, you’ll know when the time is right.” She reached down and stroked his throbbing cock.

Anndie went back to the couch and gently lifted her daughters head, scootched under her and sat back on the couch, unbuttoning her blouse. Whispering to her little girl “come on baby, there ya go, suck on mommy” As Carrie felt the soft nipple brush her lips, she instinctively began to lick and then suck. Still half out of it she wasn’t even aware of her surroundings. Now, when Anndie was much much younger her siblings and her were all pregnant with their kids around the same time. Anndie became somewhat of a wet nurse for all of the children. Once her milk came in for her oldest daughter Stacey, it never stopped flowing. It took her sisters by surprise, but she became the feeder for all of the kids when there was a family get together. The babies would just line right up, one after another all evening. The other sisters never had to pack a bottle.

Well it had been years since she had fed anyone and she was sure there wasn’t any milk, but as her daughter realized what she was doing, and the comfort she was feeling she began to suck harder. Of course this was having an impact on Anndie. Her clit started to throb. The old feeling, she used to get literally came flooding back and her pussy filled up with lubricant. She moaned, and Carrie looked up at her and reached her hand down to her pussy and began to masturbate as she sucked. As she rubbed her clit harder, she sucked harder and the beginnings of another orgasm started to form in her gut. Building and building as she sucked harder and harder. Anndie rolled Carrie over slightly so she was on her side facing into Anndie. Carries eyes got big as she felt a trickle of colostrum shot across her tongue. She began to rub her clit faster. Meanwhile, Owen moved quietly to the couch and locked eyes with Anndie. Anndie nodded her head and Owen moved in behind Carrie. He grabbed his cock and knelt down. Then with one thrust he slid into his stepdaughter wet, tight hole. Carrie moaned, “OHHHH Mama he’s fucking me……OHHHHHHH uuuhhhhhh” she screamed as she came. Owen pumped and pumped and with a growl he unloaded into his stepdaughter. Seeing this caused Anndie to cum squirting her cum all over her daughter. Carrie turned and kissed Owen deeply, then turned to her mom and kissed her deeply, and said “Oh mama thank you so much for loving me. I’m all yours guys. Whatever you want me to do I will do. Please love me and fuck me and eat me and feed me!” “Shhhhhh my baby, we are here for you. You are safe here with us. Now come to bed with us, our bed is your bed.” Anndie whispered in her ear, “you are about to be thoroughly fucked.”

Owen climbed into bed with Carrie in between him and his wife and he was getting hard again. Carrie looked at her mother and they kissed. Her moms tongue made the kiss anything but motherly. Both women running their hands through each other hair as the kisses became more passionate. Carrie’s eyes popped open and she gasped. “He’s….he’s licking me momma, oh his tongue is on my clit, it feels so good. Please keep licking..don’t stop…momma he’s gonna make me cum.” Owen continued his onslaught and start to suck hard on the extra long clitoris. It stood straight out and was sticking out of the hood nearly a whole inch. Anndie stared in amazement and she watched her husband suck on her daughters clit. Anndie whispered in Carrie’s ear, “that is the longest clit I’ve ever seen. Look and him, he’s sucking..He’s sucking your clit baby girl!” Anndie moaned and Carrie looked up at her mother, looked at the breast in her mouth, looked at her stepdads mouth on her clit and screamed “OHHHHHH FUUUUUCK…..Cuuummm Cummmm Cummmmming…..AHHHHH!!!”Her body convulsed, tremmors like an earthquake rocked the young mom. Her eyes closed, and off to sleep she went…..Anndie rolled her daughter over to the other side of the bed, pulled Owen up on his back and climbed onto Owens hard cock. “just lay there and let me cum” was all Anndie could say before her climax caused her to soak Owen with her cum. They both looked at the clock, laughed and snuggled up to their daughter and fell asleep.

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A fanfiction for Cinderella

Cinderella walked into the music room- where her step-sisters Drizella and Anastasia practiced the flute, violin and their vocals. The sisters had rang their bell indicating they needed Cinderella for something. Since the Step-mother was out she expected the bell to be ringing non-stop but in the two hours since she had gone to town this was the first ring. And it was odd. Though Cinderella was grateful she was still a bit suspicious.

The music room had light purple walls with a mismatching red and gold rug. Her real mother had had it decorated differently but when her father remarried after her mother’s death, Lady Tremaine redid almost every room with money her father didn’t have.

The sisters were standing on the other side of the black grand piano, Drizella’s arms were crossed over her flat chest and Anastasia’s picked at each other in front of her.

“Cinderella, have you finished cleaning the floors?”

“Yes Drizella, just now.” Cinderella resisted the urge to roll her blue eyes. Drizella was the snobbier of the two and definitely the bossier. Her brown hair made her brown eyes seem oh so normal and her nose was most certainly too big for her face.

“And have you finished the laundry?” Anastasia chimed in.

“Yes, with the exception of folding it all to put it away. The sheets are still drying.” Cinderella explained. Anastasia could be nice.

As children she had been more willing to accept Cinderella in their games than her older sister. But Anastasia also had a rather large nose. And her ginger hair did nothing to complement her pale freckled skin and dull brown eyes.

“Good.” Drizella practically hissed.

Cinderella stood for a moment, Drizella’s eyes raking her clothes with a malicious gleam. Probably mentally gloating that my father’s dead and can no longer spend money on me that would be “better suited” for her “needs”. Cinderella bitterly thought.

Anastasia was avoiding Cinderella’s eyes, which wasn’t actually that unusual but she still felt uneasy.

Drizella must have had a reason to call her in there.

“Was there something-,” Cinderella started.

“Have you ever touched a man, Cinderella?” she interrupted.

The blonde-haired beauty was so caught off guard she just stared wide-eyed at her step-sister before stammering, “N-no. I’ve had- no reason to.” Cinderella knew she was blushing but Drizella seemed to believe her.

“And yourself?” she asked.

“I’m sorry?” Cinderella asked, honestly confused.

Drizella rolled her eyes and unfolded her arms, taking a few slow steps toward Cinderella.

“Yourself Cinderella! Do you ever touch yourself?!” She stopped a couple feet in front of Cinderella and put her hands on her hips.

Cinderella immediately began to picture herself, with her hands under her skirt, her panties thrown across the floor. One hand in the top of her dress, caressing her nipples till they perked up reaching for the warmth her own hand offered; the other rubbing that sensitive spot- back and forth and then up and down till she thought her eyes would pop out of her head and her stomach would explode from the pressure she felt within.

“Lie to me Cinderella and you will regret it.” Drizella threatened. Cinderella knew her answer had to be written all over her face but her eyes hardened when Drizella spoke.

“No. Never.”

“Liar!” she hissed stepping forward and grabbing Cinderella’s soft blonde hair. She jerked it down and Anastasia gasped when her step-sister cried out in pain. “Come here!” Drizella barked to her sister. Anastasia quickly stepped forward and helped her sister yank Cinderella’s dress over her head, leaving her in her slip, panties and stockings.

“Hold her!” Drizella gave the handful of hair she held to Anastasia so Drizella could stand before Cinderella.

“You little harlot! Did you think I could hear you moaning in the night? Your room is right above mine. Did you think I didn’t reach for my cunt the same time you did yours?” she undid the bow around her waist and let her dress fall to the floor, she pulled her under clothes off and grabbed Cinderella’s hand putting it against her wet pussy.

“Feel it little Cinderella? Feel how wet and warm it is? It only gets that way when you moan and your bed creaks as you move.” She pushed one of Cinderella’s fingers inside her hole and pulled it out, soaked in her juices. “Taste me Cinderella. Taste how I want to touch you.” She shoved Cinderella’s fingers into her own mouth and watched as Cinderella’s eyes grew just as wide as Anastasia’s were. “Do you like that Cinderella? Do you like how I want you?” Cinderella said nothing.

“Take her slip and underwear off.” Drizella demanded. Cinderella started to fight back but the sisters over powered her, tearing the slip to near shreds and yanking her panties up so high she was sure it would rip her in half before the fabric gave way and she was left in her stockings.

“Why?” Cinderella croaked when Drizella and Anastasia forced her to the ground and Anastasia sat on her chest.

“Because Cinderella! Hearing you orgasm every night above me is torture! I want to touch you this time! I’m getting what I want from you and you aren’t going to tell a soul because no one would believe you.” Drizella lay down between Cinderella’s legs and flicked her tongue out.

Cinderella flinched but Drizella could see her pussy lips getting moist.

“You like that little step-sister?” Drizella purred, licking Cinderella’s lips, parting them with her tongue. Cinderella squirmed but with Anastasia on her chest she could go anywhere.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. The first time you started touching yourself I could see you through the crack in your door. And you are going to do it for me now. Anastasia get off her.” Cinderella lay still not knowing what to do.

“Please don’t make me do this.” She cried a tear escaping her eyes. Drizella raised a hand, parted Cinderella’s nether-lips and smacked her clit.

“Oh!” Cinderella moaned. While it left her stinging it felt good.

“Say my name.” Drizella’s eyes suddenly brightened. She slapped Cinderella’s clit again but Cinderella only moaned. “Say it!” She screamed.

“Drizella!” Cinderella moaned when her step-sister slapped her sensitive skin again. Drizella moaned and put her mouth on Cinderella’s dripping wet cunt.

“Cinderella! Oh my God!” she murmured into her hole. Drizella put one finger first into her sister’s virgin hole and watched as those blue eyes she loved so much began to widen. Then a second finger and Cinderella flinched. “Say my name!”

“Drizella!” then surprisingly she said more, “Drizella curl your fingers make me scream!”

Drizella was taken back but did as her step-sister asked and shivered as Cinderella’s walls clamped down on her fingers and Cinderella moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

“Again! Uh! Yes! Drizella! Deeper! UH! YES! YES! YES!” she screamed thrusting against Drizella’s fingers. “I’m close Drizella! Sister, make me cum! Come on, Drizella!” Drizella withdrew her fingers and Cinderella propped up on her arms. “Drizella what are you doing?”

“I didn’t wait years for this moment to be over that quickly.” Drizella growled. “Get up. Anastasia take off your clothes.” Anastasia who looked horrified hesitated. “Take them off!” Anastasia obliged and Cinderella sat up.

“Lick it!” Drizella commanded pointing to Anastasia’s now naked pussy. “Now! Like I did to yours.”

Cinderella looked first from Anastasia to Drizella then obliged. She stuck her ass in the air and flinched when Drizella smacked it. Anastasia grabbed the back of Cinderella’s head instinctively and shoved her cunt down on Cinderella’s tongue. Anastasia began moaning louder and louder and all of a sudden she was bucking against Cinderella’s mouth. Drizella put a finger in Cinderella’s pussy moving it back and forth quickly making her hips twitch. She pushed against Drizella but Anastasia had a hold of her hair and was riding out her orgasm on Cinderella’s sweet face. Anastasia sat down on the floor breathing heavily.

“Oh God.” She whispered.

“Anastasia put your clothes on and go wash up.” Drizella commanded. “And don’t come back unless I ring for you.” Anastasia looked surprised but did as she was told.

“Now Cinderella.” Drizella pushed her over and sat on her stomach, putting her hands on Cinderella’s tits. “They are so big Cinderella. So beautiful.” She bent over and put her mouth on them pulling on them with her lips then nibbling them with her teeth. Cinderella cried out and Drizella twined her hands in Cinderella’s hair. Cinderella ran her hands down her sister’s back and cupped her ass. Drizella rocked back and forth on Cinderella’s body before putting her cunt up against Cinderella’s huge tits. She pulled her lips open and rubbed the giant globe against her clit. The skin was soft and lush and though she knew Cinderella was having hard time breathing because of the weight she didn’t care.

“Lick me!” Drizella commanded sitting on Cinderella’s already sticky wet face. “Lick!” Cinderella did as she was told, working her tongue on Drizella’s clit and hole the way she had Anastasia’s.

Drizella roughly rocked back and forth smashing Cinderella’s nose against her clit.

“Cinderella! Yes! Yes! Oh faster! Harder!” Cinderella wedged a hand under Drizella’s leg and immediately two fingers into Drizella’s hole, shoving her pinky into her asshole. Drizella screamed in pain and smacked Cinderella’s tit six times, leaving hand prints red and swollen. But Cinderella’s fingers began to feel good. She worked them in time with her tongue and soon Drizella was pouring her cum onto her step-sister’s hands and face. “CINDERELLAAAA!” Drizella screamed loudly. She fell backwards her head cushioned between Cinderella’s legs.

“If you would have said something earlier I might have been doing that a while back.” Cinderella said with a chuckle.

Drizella stood and rolled Cinderella over with her foot. She parted Cinderella’s ass cheeks with one hand. She put a finger in her mouth and got it a little wet before dipping it in her cunt and shoved into Cinderella’s ass. Cinderella cried out in pain again and again as Drizella retracted and jammed her finger inside Cinderella to emphasize her point.

“You! Will! Tell! No! One!” Cinderella nodded whimpering.

Cinderella turned back over when Drizella sat back wiping her finger on the carpet. Her step-sister sat up and cuddled into Drizella’s chest, stroking her nipples softly.

“Let’s do this again.” She whispered as Drizella stroked Cinderella’s messed up hair.

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Kurtis has a berserk orc beauty to tame. Can he survive her passion?

The Son of Lust

Chapter Twenty: Taming the Orc’s Wild Passion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Pyrriah – Ankush, the Queendom of Naith

Solja’s ram-dao slammed down at me, the two-handed sword flashed in the sunlight. The crowd cheered, roaring with hunger for my death. For blood to be spilled in this cruel and terrible place. I hissed and rolled to the side.

The sword buried into the sand, kicking up a spray of particles.

I rolled to my feet, feeling energized. My fires burned hot in me, fueling my limbs. I moved quicker and felt stronger as I whirled around. My hair flashed by, glowing bright red, shining with my power.

“What are you, red?” growled the troll. He stood over me, his woody body looking unharmed, the wounds I had dealt having regenerated.

“Pyrriah, twin sister of Kurtis and daughter of Las!” I growled.

“A demigoddess?” The troll slashed in hard blows. “You’ll still bleed!”

I danced back as the ram-dao hacked through the air before me. The hulk swung that blade so fast. He didn’t leave himself open. He wielded that blade like it were an extension of his tall and lanky body. I could only dodge and dance.

Merely a flame rippling in the wind.

My tulwar flashed out, the curved blade deflecting his thrusts, nudging them from impaling through my body. I had to find a way to hurt him. It wasn’t just how impossible it was to get inside his guard and hurt him.

He healed.

He was a troll.

If I didn’t have my flames burning hot in me, if I didn’t hear Lasla cheering me on from the stands, I would have given up. But nothing was ever lost. Nothing was ever hopeless. I just had to figure out how to take him down.

He slashed in at my right. I flowed to my left, glowing hair whipping behind me, only for his blade to change direction. A feint driving me right into position to be cut down by the hard slash now hurtling at where I stood.

Instincts blazed through me. I thrust my tulwar out before me, grabbing the back of the blade with my left hand. I held it braced before me, a rod that caught his sword. Sparks burst from our weapons. My tulwar flexed, on the verge of bending or snapping. My arms burned, bending at the elbows from the force of his blow. I slid back on the sands.

“How many times can you block blows like that before that little twig snaps?” Solja growled.

I grinned back at him, my resolve blazing inside of me, and roared, “For Kurtis!”

He slammed another blow at me. Solja slashes swept down in rapid succession.

I gasped at the speed. They came one after the other, hardly a pause between them. Even with my new found speed, he was faster. I dodged and danced. I whirled out of the way of the attacks, but they were pinning me. Anticipating how I moved more and more.

He was understanding how I fought and countering me.

The next slash hacked in at me with blurring speed. I gasped, unable to dodge it. I thrust up my tulwar again to block, bracing the back of my blade against my left hand. Would my blade hold. Fear swept through me as the sword slammed into my tulwar. Sparks flared. A notch appeared in my sword’s edge, the weapon damaged. He drew back and hacked in before I could retreat.

I was dead.

There was no way I would survive this. He would cut through my blade and my body.

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Kurtis

The berserk Tharaka slammed her fist into my face. I groaned, lying on my back on the coliseum’s sands. I had thought I had her beaten, but then she unleashed her bloodlust. Her rage roared out of her. I groaned, my head throbbing from the impact.

She raised her fist again.

My brain ached. Blood trickled from a cut on my brow. If I didn’t get her off of me, she would kill me. Berserk, she had a massive increase to her strength and would feel no pain. I had no way of overpowering her.

Which I had to do. There was only one way to stop a berserk orc: let them fight everything until bloodloss or exhaustion overwhelmed them, or make them cum. Sex would turn that rage into a mad passion. It would be almost as dangerous fucking a berserk orc as fighting one.

But it was the only chance I had.

I thrust a powerful surge of lust into her. I was Las’s son. I could ignite desires and manipulate them in people. I rarely did it beyond giving a woman just a nudge to lose her inhibitions and fuck me hard.

I didn’t give Tharaka a nudge.

I punched her with pure lust.

Her next pummeling blow faltered. She arched back, roaring. Spittle flew from her pierced lips. Bones adorned her swarthy face. Her head tossed from side to side, her breasts heaving in her chainmail top. She grabbed her tits and ripped the armor off of them, roaring as the lust surged through her.

I bucked my waist, thrusting my crotch up into her, and rolled her off of me. I scrambled to my feet, my head ringing as her naked breasts heaved. She had bone pierced through both her fat nipples. She growled and then focused her eyes on me.

“BASTARD!” she roared, her anger stronger than the lust. It hadn’t even blunted her fury.

“Gods damn!” I cursed as she threw herself to her feet with her arms. She flew at me.

I raised my armored, left arm to block. She slammed her fist into my bracer. I groaned as she punched again and again, her swings wild and brutal. I moved my arm, lifting it up and down to parry her.

She dented the armor. The bracer, strong enough to block powerful sword strikes, deformed before the strength of her punch. Spittle flew from her as I retreated. I thrust more lust into the fury brimming in her.

Tharaka had a boundless sea of rage that festered in her. The choppy fury battered waves of anger against her mind. I swelled the lust in her, trying to form some sort of barrier to keep that black hatred from consuming her mind.

I just had to turn her on.

My shoulder joint throbbed from absorbing the impacts of her wild blows. She growled like a beast, her eyes wild. Spittle flew as I backpedaled. How much lust could her fury swallow? Did I have enough power to awaken her lust for me?

If I couldn’t she would rip me apart.

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Pyrriah

“KURTIS!” I screamed as death hurtled down at me.

My world burst into fire.

Flames erupted around me. The fire swept down my arms and then engulfed my weapon. Solja’s sword slammed into my burning sword. I tensed, expecting the snap of the metal and then the ram-dao cutting me in half.

My sword held.

“Illth’s poxed cum!” snarled Solja. He stepped back as fire burned over my body.

I shuddered, staring at my sword. The flames went out. The sword was whole. The nick had vanished. I stared at it in shock. I didn’t understand what I had just done. Where had all that power come from? The flames had blazed over my body but I hadn’t burned.

“Las, what did you give me?” I whispered.

Movement drew my eye.

I looked up and gasped. The ram-dao thrust right at my gut. I had lowered my guard and left myself open to death.

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Kurtis

I threw off my damaged bracer as I faced her. I had to get through to her or she would kill me.

As she swung her fist, howling in mindless fury, I gathered a huge blast of lust. A desperate thrust of passion that I plunged into her soul. I had to get through to her. I had to awaken her passion for once. I had to get through to her.

The lust slammed into her rage and wasn’t swallowed.

“Yes!” I hissed.

Her fist slammed into my chest.

Air burst from my lungs. My feet left the ground. I groaned and struck the sand, wheezing. Pain radiated over my rib cage. Tharaka snarled as she threw herself on me. She straddled me, her eyes blazing with furious passion.

I had awakened desire in her, but her lust and violence had wrapped about each other. Instead of her desire being a barrier to her rage, it had united with her fury. She growled at me, her large breast heaving.

I couldn’t tell if she wanted to fuck me or kill me.

Or both.

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Pyrriah

A burst of fire-enhanced speed exploded out of me. Flames licking over my body, I dove to the right. The sword slashed past me, missing me by a few fingers width. I hit the sand and rolled. I rose to my feet, the flames burning down my arms to my sword.

The fires reflected in his eyes. He stared at me, his chest rising and falling. I rose and stared at him. And then something clicked. He had a wary look. He had retreated when I first burst into flames, and now he looked equally as cautious, his reckless attacks gone.

Why?

Then it clicked in my mind. Realization burned across my thoughts.

Fire could hurt him. I didn’t know why, maybe because he looked to be made of animated wood. Suddenly, I had a weapon. A way to hurt him. Even kill him. I focused on the fire that burned through me, keeping it burning up my blade.

“You can’t regenerate from fire, can you?” I asked, his eyes fixed on my sword.

“Believe what you want,” he growled.

I slashed at him. His ram-dao parried it.

“No, no, you can’t,” I said with such certainty. “Fire’s the one thing you can’t regenerate.”

He growled and swung at me, but it lacked that wild, brutish force. I flicked the blade aside and darted in, looking to close the distance, but his reach was too long. He slashed the air before me, driving me back.

“Why do you want to be the ambassador so badly?” I asked as I faced him. “You have to overcome my fire to get it. And trolls hate fires.” Stories from my youth, told by my dragon-mother, came back to me. Trolls did despise fire. It was the only way to kill them.

Did Mother know that I had this fire? Does she understand what I am?

“You’re going to burn, Solja,” I said. “Is that worth being an ambassador to the snakes?”

“Yes!” he snarled.

“Why?” I demanded and darted in for an attack.

He drove me back as he snarled, “Vengeance!”

His previous recklessness had returned, swinging at me, driving me back. I had the fire, the way to hurt him, but his attacks were furious. It was all I could do, the flames blazing hot through me and over my skin, to keep from that massive sword cutting me in half.

It didn’t matter at all that I could hurt him if I couldn’t reach him. His energy appeared inexhaustible. How long could my flames burn? I was relying on a power I didn’t understand at all. One mistake, and I would die.

I’d never see my daughters again. My nieces. I’d never hold Lasla and Kurtis in my arms.

The blade slashed down at me, almost cutting through my body. Fear tightened in me as the flames burned hotter. How could I win?

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Kurtis

Tharaka snarled at me. Was this it? Would she kill me? Fuck me.

I slashed my sword at her, not willing to take that chance. Better to kill her than to die.

She grabbed my wrist and squeezed. I gasped as pain burst through my tendons. My sword fell from my limp fingers. Her furious eyes stared down at me. Lust and rage roiled through her, twisting and twining about each other. I couldn’t tell where one began and ended.

She lifted herself and thrust her left hand down between her thighs, her chainmail skirt rattling. She ripped mine up and grabbed my cock in her hand. I gasped at the surprising softness of her fingers around my dick, the feminine touch of the berserk orc.

Tharaka’s tits heaved over me as she raised herself and pointed my cock upward. I throbbed hard, always ready to fuck. I had her. I could see it in her eyes. She snarled and impaled her cunt down my cock.

Before the entire city of Ankush, the citizens roaring in the stands, she plunged her twat down my dick and took me to the hilt in her juicy snatch. I groaned, savoring that wonderful pussy squeezing about my dick. She felt awesome around me. I groaned, my back arching. Pleasure surged over me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned. “Oh, damn, that’s good. You like that, don’t you? You like my big dick in your pussy.”

She snarled like a wild beast and draped herself over me. Her big tits piled into my chest, pierced nipples rubbing across my oiled muscles. Her pussy worked up and down my cock. I grabbed her ass, squeezing.

She bit my shoulder.

I howled in pain as her teeth dug into my flesh. She growled as she did, working her cunt up and down my cock. The agony shot down to my shaft. This fury built in me. This angry lust, this mad passion, roared inside of my soul.

“Gods damn bitch!” I growled and rolled her over.

Her teeth spilled from my shoulder. My blood matted her lips. Her pussy clenched down on me. I drew back my cock and slammed into her pussy. I thrust to the depths of the orc’s cunt. She moaned, her face twisting with pleasure.

“Yeah, that’s what you get!” I snarled, hammering her cunt hard. My balls smacked into her flesh. “Want to bite me like an animal? Then I’ll fuck you like a bitch!”

“YEEEESSSS!” she snarled and grabbed me. Her fingernails dug into my back. She clawed at me. “Fuck me! Pound me! Show me strength!”

“Las’s big dick, I’ll pound your cunt until you can’t walk for a month!” I snarled, the words not making sense as they tumbled out of my mouth. I slammed into her, my balls smacking into her taint while her fingers clawed my back.

The burning pain of her fingernails tearing across my back only spurred me on.

I thrust into her hard and fast. She stared up at me, her eyes full of rage and lust. She squeezed her thighs about me, holding me tight. I groaned, slamming into her juicy cunt, my balls smacking into her taint.

The crowd roared. They watched me fuck the orc hard. Her nipples rubbed into my chest, both nubs pierced by bone. I struggled to read her lusts. The anger was too wrapped around in her passion for me to follow it.

I had to overwhelm that anger with pleasure.

I pushed up on my left elbow. My right hand grabbed her large, ripe breast. I squeezed her tit as I drove my cock into her pussy. Tharaka moaned as my fingers dug into her tit. I shook her boob, the rod of bone thrusting through her nipple drawing my attention.

“You want to cum, don’t you, Tharaka,” I growled. “You want to explode on my dick!”

“Do you have the strength to survive long enough to make me cum?” she growled, her thighs squeezing about me, her eyes mad with rage. “You’re weak!”

I groaned at the strength of her thighs. My hips creaked. Her fingernails raked more wounds across my back. I drank in the pain. It was another form of pleasure. Another experience to enjoy. I thrust hard into her, slamming into her cunt.

I grabbed her pierced nipple and twisted it.

She gasped as I twerked her nub around. Her pussy clamped down on her. Pain flared through her, mixing into the lust. She moaned in delight, her passion building and building. I grinned at her as I rammed my cock into her cunt.

“That’s what you want!” I growled, twisting her nipple in the other direction.

I abused her little nub. She snarled like a beast in heat. Her big tits jiggled from the impact of my thrusts, her pussy squeezing around my dick. Tharaka’s pussy clamped down hard, holding me with all her force. All her passion.

I grinned at her, knowing that I had her. I just had to survive her crushing embrace. I could make her cum. The orc beauty would explode on my dick. Her pussy would go wild around my cock. It would be incredible.

I pumped away at her. I slammed into her cunt as I rose further. Her fingernails clawed down my sides as I sat up, her legs about my waist. I twisted her nipple with my right hand while my left went down to her chainmail skirt.

I found the buckler and opened it, exposing her shaved bush. The fingers of my left hand slid into her thick curls as I thrust my cock hard into her cunt. The crowd roared. They cheered us one, watching me fuck their champion like a whore.

I found her clit.

Pinched it.

“YEEEESSSS!” she snarled as I abused her sensitive nub.

Her passion swelled. Desire attacked her rage. The lust won. Her fury drowned beneath the growing tide of her pleasure. I twisted her nipple. Pinched her clit. She gasped, her cunt clamping down hard on my cock as I thrust it into her pussy.

“Gewin’s mighty cock!” she snarled. “Yes! Fuck me!”

Her pussy convulsed around my dick. Her hot flesh writhed and spasmed, that delight rippling about my shaft. I buried into hers, savoring her pleasure spilling over me. The fury vanished from her face. Now it all a woman’s passion.

“Your dick!” she moaned. “Your dick has defeated me! Yes, yes, yes, cum in me! Spurt your seed into my pussy, warrior!”

I grinned and slammed to the hilt in her cunt, her hot flesh convulsing around me. That wonderful, massaging delight of her pussy swelled the ache at the tip of my dick. I threw back my head and howled out in rapture.

“Las’s big cock!”

I fired my cum into Tharaka’s pussy.

Her cunt spasmed harder around my dick. She moaned, her back arching. Her swarthy tits heaved and bounced together. Her pierced face twisted with rapture. I growled, dumping my cum into the orc’s pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned.

Her flesh milked me. She worked out my fertile seed into her pussy. I bred her, completing my defeat of her. I had bested her, showering her in my cum. Pleasure slammed into my mind, drowning out the fire burning in my back and the throbbing bite to my shoulder.

I had won.

I had tamed Tharaka!

“Yes!” I growled and turned my head to see Pyrriah’s fight.

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Pyrriah

I danced about Solja. I flowed from fighting stance to fighting stance, looking for my opening. I would find it. I would ram my burning sword into him. I just had to uncover the right opening, act at the perfect moment. I had to be patient. There was no other choice.

The crowd roared louder and louder. They were excited. Did they think I would die? Had Kurtis won his battle? Lost?

I couldn’t let my focus fade. I had to keep it on his sword and—

He slashed at me and I flowed into his guard. I was inside of him and thrust my sword into his belly. I plunged my tulwar deep. Flames burned up his body. His woody skin charred, but he didn’t even flinch.

His elbow slammed into my head.

I stumbled back, my sword almost yanked out of my grasp and left behind in his body. Stars danced before my eyes. I shook my head.

His sword slashed at me as he roared, “I have been forged into the naga’s crucible! I have faced fire!”

I jumped back, worry rippling through me. If flames didn’t cause him pain, how could I burn him long enough to do real damage? His flesh had still charred from the flames but he fought on despite the wound that wasn’t healing. He slashed at me, driving me back.

There had to be a way to beat him.

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Kurtis

Tharaka panted as she held me. “You tamed me.”

“I did,” I panted, looking around for my sister. I spotted her blazing as she retreated from Solja’s sword strokes. Their fight was still going on and it didn’t look good for my sister. She was dancing, barely avoiding any blows. “Gods damn, we have to stop it.”

I tried to stand up, but her thighs gripped me.

“You lost!” I growled. “Don’t interfere.”

She stared up at me. “Only one man has ever stopped my rage this way. My brother. You’re better at sex, but fighting… You will die. So will she. What a pity.”

Fury surged through me. I had to do something. I couldn’t let my twin sister die. I would save her life. I would win this match.

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Pyrriah

My strength flagged with every step. Every dodge.

I couldn’t keep this up for much longer. My flames were guttering out. I pressed towards the limits of my body. He hadn’t even come close to his. He looked unstoppable. A force of nature more than a living creature.

I had to distract him. Disrupt him. Do something to knock him off-balance.

He slashed at me. I knocked the sword away and retreated, barely making it to safety. He recovered for his next attack. I blurted out, “What did the nagas do to you?”

“They hammered me into a weapon,” he growled. “They forged me into a weapon. They had hoped to use me, but I broke free!”

“And that’s why you want to go to Shizhuth?” I demanded. “To get revenge on them for hurting you.”

“For hurting her!” he bellowed and slammed his sword down at me.

I jumped back. Anger was good. That would make his swings more reckless, more out of control. “Tharaka? This is about your sister?”

“Our mother!” he snarled. “She was taken by them, pregnant with Tharaka. They wanted to breed trolls and ogres. Most women do not survive, but an orc warrior… A berserker… Well, she just might have the strength and fortitude to do it. So they brutalized her. Tharaka grew up hearing our mother’s torment. I was born…”

His face twisted in rage.

“She survived bearing me, but then they thought she could survive an ogre. After all, a troll is just as deadly. But she was weakened by delivering me. By surviving my violent eruption into this world. I can barely remember it. How she screamed as the ogre-child ripped her to pieces. She died.

“I grew up in their facility trained to fight while my sister, Tharaka, was prepared to take our mother’s place. To be another womb taking troll and ogre seed. I knew she wouldn’t survive. She had always been kind to me. The only one.

“The nagas forged me into a weapon, and I turned on them. I broke out my sister from that terrible place and came here. In the arena, we have been fighting to win Queen Athirmi’s regard. We have endured her tests to be her diplomats. We will stand before the naga empress and rip her black-damned head off for what was done to our mother!”

I stared at him in horror. Such pain swelled across his face. Rage and despair. He swung his sword hard at me. I spun to the right and then slashed my blade, striking him in the face. I scored a hit down his jaw, cutting through the bark-like skin. Fire burned over his face. He roared his fury, not caring, and swung his blade at me in a cutting arc.

I ducked it and rolled to my feet. I heard him rushing at me. Out of desperation, I threw a ball of fire over my shoulder. I heard it explode on his chest, flames crackling. He snarled his fury. I gasped in realization.

I could throw my fire.

I spun around, his chest scorched, flames licking at his shoulders. I dropped my tulwar and formed another ball of fire. “I’m sorry about your mother!” I growled. “But I’m not going to die so you can get your vengeance. Yield!”

“Kill me if you can, bitch!” he growled.

“Solja!” Tharaka called. She was by my brother, both of them naked. Of course, he had fucked her. “It’s over! We lost!”

“I will get my vengeance!” Solja howled and rushed in.

I threw the ball of fire at him. The troll slashed it with his massive ram-dao, cutting the flames. They burst into a conflagration. Heat washed over me. The crowd whooped their delight. Solja burst through the flames, fire burning on his arms, and slashed his sword at me.

I dove to the ground, dodging it, but he howled his fury, flames crackling over his body. He didn’t care about my fire. He would kill me. I didn’t have much heat left in my body. I felt so weak as I staggered to my feet.

Solja snarled and pounded after me.

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Kurtis

Fear swelled through me as the crowd clapped and cheered. They loved the display. They watched the troll barrel through my sister’s fire. That hulk would hack her down. He would kill Pyrriah. My twin would die.

I couldn’t let that happen.

I snagged up my sword and thrust it at Tharaka’s throat. “I’ll kill your sister, Solja!” I shouted. “I’ll slit her throat!”

As I did, I threw out incestuous desire into Solja, waking any lust he might have for his sister.

“It’s over!” I shouted.

Solja whipped his gaze around. Fire licked at his woody body. He must be in such pain.

“Do you want your sister to die?” I demanded. I knew that fear coursing through me. He had to feel it, too. “I defeated her, but I’ll spare her life if you yield.”

“Defeated you?” growled Solja. “How?”

“I raged,” she said. “And he still bested me, brother. He’ll spare me, but if you don’t stop trying to kill his sister… He’ll execute me.”

“You want me to surrender?” growled Solja. “This is our chance.”

“You’ll be doing it on your own,” she said, swaying. “Surrender, Solja. It’s over.”

“NOOOOO!” He faced us, flames guttering out across his body. Smoke rose from the charred patches of his woody flesh. “You want to abandon our vengeance?”

“We can still avenge our mother!” Tharaka shouted back. “There are other ways. But… If you love me… You have to yield to save me.”

I sent more lust into Solja, reminding him of how much he cared for his sister. Lusted for her. I could feel that desire in him. Life stirred beneath his loincloth. That itch, that sexual ache that demanded release, rose in him.

It was so hard for any living creature to ignore that primal desire. So hard to deny it. Especially if you were a race birth of Las’s passions.

He raised his two-handed sword in one, aiming it at me.

“I will kill her!” I shouted. To save Pyrriah, I would do anything. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to protect my sisters. “I love my sister as much as you love yours! This is no bluff!”

“Is vengeance worth losing me, Solja?” asked Tharaka.

He growled in disgust and threw his sword down. It struck the sands. “I yield.”

The crowd burst into cheers. The thunderous applause rippled over the training sands. I lowered my sword. Tharaka glanced at me and then smiled. She winked at me before running over to her brother. She reached him, gingerly touching his burns. He cupped her face, staring down at her. I had heard trolls were brutes. Monsters.

There was real affection in his eyes as he stared at his sister.

Exhilaration rushed through me as Pyrriah raced to me. The flames on her body went out. The glow in her hair faded. Her breasts bounced in her chainmail bikini, her skirt of metal rustling about her thighs. Then she reached me.

She threw her arms around me, tears in her eyes. I dropped my tulwar and pulled her to me. She kissed me on the mouth, clinging to me. Her tears spilled down her cheeks and seasoned our kiss with her salty pain.

I lifted her, holding her in my arms, and spun her around. We had lived. We had won the day. The crowd’s enjoyment thundered around us. I shook as the battle excitement bled out of me. I felt clammy for a moment then hot as I kissed my sister.

The cheering swelled louder and louder. It was deafening. I held my sister tight, spinning her around. I never wanted to let her go. I didn’t care how my back burned from Tharaka’s fingernails or how my shoulder throbbed from being bit.

I just loved this moment.

Then a hush fell on the coliseum. The applause petered out.

I set down my sister and broke the kiss. Panting, I turned around, struggling to get my bearings. Tharaka and Solja were heading out of the arena together, my cum dripping down her swarthy thighs while she stroked her brother’s cock that she’d pulled out of his loincloth.

Where they lovers? They could only do oral or anal since Troll cum had a similar property to mine: it knocked up any woman. And troll pregnancy progressed fast and was usually lethal. I shivered, remembering the words he shouted.

I finally spotted the reason the crowd had gone silent. Queen Athirmi stood in the royal box staring down at us, her face implacable from here. The two twins that served her knelt on either side, their lips gleaming with pussy juices. How many times had the queen cum on their faces.

Holding my sister to my side, I headed out to the middle of the arena and knelt before her.

“The winners!” Queen Athirmi announced. “Kurtis and his fiery sister have vanquished Tharaka and Solja. Let all of Naith know of their deeds and the prowess of Kurtis, tamer of the berserker Tharaka’s pussy!”

I grinned at that.

“I don’t know if I should be angry that you were fucking her while I was risking my life,” my sister whispered.

“Trust me, I risked my life,” I said, my shoulder throbbing.

“You have passed the Trial of Steel,” Queen Athirmi announced. “Tomorrow, I shall deliver the instructions for your final task.” Then she swept around and marched off.

The applause resumed, the cheers deafening. I stood up, my cock throbbing before me. I was down to the sandals strapped about my feet and ankles and the pauldron adorning my left shoulder. I headed towards where our family waited.

Lasla burst onto the sand, her purple robes flapping around her legs and her black hair streaming behind her head. She threw herself at me and kissed me. I held my sister to me, picking her up as she thrust her tongue into my mouth.

I carried her to the stairs and vanished into the gladiator area. Moans and grunts came from a side room. I caught a glimpse of Tharaka on her knees getting pounded in the ass by her troll-brother’s huge, woody cock.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she growled as she took that big dick in the ass.

My cock throbbed, my lusts swelling through me. I needed to satiate my passion. I set Lasla down, breaking the kiss with her, as my slaves surrounded us. Princess Lavhi crawled on the ground, her leash held in Princess Naryu’s hand. My mother smiled, nodding.

“I knew you would prevail,” she said, glancing over at Pyrriah. “Both my children are too strong to fail.”

“Yes, we are,” I said, savoring my victory. The scratches in my back throbbing.

“Master, let me attend to your wounds,” said Princess Naryu. She pulled me to a padded bench with a hole cut in it. “This is for champions to be massaged on.” She yanked on the leash attached to her cousin’s collar. “Time to put that whore mouth of yours to use, slut.”

“What?” whimpered Lavhi. Then she gasped. “No, no, turn on the vibrations! Please, please, Mistress Lasla! I need it. I need to feel good.”

“When you suck your master’s cock and drink his cum, you’ll get it,” Princess Naryu said. “Master, if you would kindly slip onto the massage bed.” Her face blurred. Furs sprouted, orange striped with black save the white patch on her throat. Triangular ears twitched and whiskers quivered. She licked her chops. “You shall enjoy this.”

As she spoke, my mother unbuckled my pauldron and pulled it off. She smiled at me and kissed me where Tharaka had bitten me. I groaned at the soothing, motherly gesture. I glanced at my sisters. Lasla and Pyrriah kissed with a mad passion, Lasla ripping the armor off our sister’s body.

I smiled and sank onto the padded bench. My cock thrust threw the hole, dangling down. I watched Lasla duck her head down and suck on Pyrriah’s pink nipple. My twin moaned, her fiery hair dancing around her face. She had come through unscathed.

Good.

Lasla crawled beneath the bench. She lay on her back, her large breasts quivering. Her lips kissed at the tip of my dangling cock. I shuddered as she licked over my spongy crown, bathing it with her hot saliva. Then the rakshasa-slave swallowed my cock.

“Las’s big dick,” I groaned in delight as she sucked on me. She nursed with sloppy sounds. My dick throbbed in her mouth.

“Enjoy, Master,” my other princess-slave purred. The daughter of Queen Athirmi straddled my ass, rubbing her wet pussy into my rump.

I couldn’t see her, but in moments, I felt the soothing licks of her tongue. Her thick, hot feline tongue dragged over my scratches. Her touch was soothing. I shuddered, my dick twitching in her cousin’s mouth as she banished the heat.

I groaned, letting her tongue massage away all my hurts and pain. I watched Lasla’s sucking at Pyrriah’s nipple and rubbing at her pussy. My twin groaned, her head thrown back. Nephi stood to watch at the door, her arms folded beneath her breasts.

“Mother, lick Nephi’s pussy,” I groaned.

“Yes, Master,” my dragon-mother purred. She crawled to the watching sphinx. A smile spread on Nephi’s lips.

Then she gasped in delight.

I watched the lesbian passion unfolding before me. Lasla dropped to her knees and buried her face into Pyrriah’s pussy, licking at our sister’s cunt. The wet slit of my mother’s pussy gleamed, the chastity belt covering her clit. I hadn’t even thought of calling on her in those desperate moments.

My sisters and I had to be strong on our own.

Princess Lavhi’s sucking mouth had my dick twitching and throbbing. I groaned while Princess Naryu’s tongue lapped over my back. Her tongue banished the pain as she lapped over my scratched flesh, soaking me in saliva.

And enjoying my blood. She was a predator.

She purred as she licked me. So did Princess Lavhi, her passion buzzing around my cock. It wouldn’t be long before I would be cumming in her mouth. Just basting the slut with my cum. My balls tightened as she nursed and purred around my dick.

“Gods, yes,” I groaned, savoring every minute of this delight.

Her tongue bathed me as Princess Lavhi’s suckling brought me closer and closer to cumming. Her tongue danced around my tip as she whimpered and moaned. My balls twitched as the pressure grew and grew in them.

“Mmm, just relax, Master,” Princess Naryu growled, her tongue lapping over another cut.

“Yes,” I sighed. Her tongue’s wet stroke felt incredible.

My pain forgotten, I just savored the hot mouth suckling on my dick. The sexy princess nursing on my cock. I watched my women, the sphinx shuddering. Nephi’s big boobs jiggled as she came closer and closer to her orgasm.

Closer and closer to exploding with her passion. It would be grand. Her suckling swelled that ache while the other princess-slave bathed my back in passion. I watched Nephi toss her head and Pyrriah shudder on Lasla’s mouth.

I smiled, savoring my triumph and my rewards.

“Gods damn!” I growled and came.

My cum fired into Princess Lavhi’s hungry mouth. I spurted my spunk, the pleasure slamming through my mind. I groaned, stars dancing across my vision. I bucked on the massage bench, the ecstasy sweeping through my body. I groaned, my heart pounding as the pleasure slammed into my mind.

Princess Naryu’s tongue licked across my back. She coated me in her spittle. I shuddered, savoring the comforting lick of her tongue. She soothed away the ache. I groaned, closing my eyes and luxuriating in her touch as I pumped the final blasts of cum into her.

I wanted more. I had one today.

“Princess Naryu,” I groaned.

“Yes, Master,” she purred. Her tongue licked up my back, her hands stroking my sides.

“I want your asshole wrapped around my cock. I want you working your bowels up and down my dick. That’s the sort of massaging I need right now.”

“Of course, Master,” she moaned and then lifted herself.

I turned over, sliding my cock out of Princess Lavhi’s mouth. She whimpered and moaned, needing to cum more, but Lasla was too busy feasting on Pyrriah’s pussy to do anything about it. I shuddered as I stretched out on my back.

Princess Naryu, her face still in her feline form, winked at me. She licked her chops, her whiskers twitching. She moved up my body, her hand straddling my hard cock. She lowered her hips down, her small breasts quivering. She pressed my cock between her butt-cheeks and pressed it against her asshole.

“Enjoy, Master,” she moaned and then impaled her bowled down my dick.

Her anal ring stood no chance against her passion. Her sphincter slid over my cock in a flash, and then her hot asshole engulfed my cock. I groaned as more and more of her velvety bowels slid down my dick until she had taken every inch of it. She roared in delight, wiggling her hips.

As she slid up me, Nephi moaned in delight. Her big boobs heaved. My sexy sphinx came on my dragon mother’s mouth. I shuddered, my dick throbbing in Princess Naryu’s tight bowels. She slammed her asshole down my dick again.

“Master, Master,” Princess Lavhi moaned. “Pleasure! Pleasure!”

“Lasla, turn on her toy!” I groaned.

“Yes, yes, turn it on!” Pyrriah moaned, her red hair bursting with fiery delight as she came.

The toy hummed to life. The princess-slave moaned in delight, addicted to the pleasure of it. I shuddered, her cousin working her asshole up and down my dick. The sexy Princess Naryu roared her pleasure as she rode my cock.

“Mother,” I groaned, dismissing her chastity belt. “I want to eat your pussy. I want to devour the cunt that birthed me.”

“Yes, Master,” the busty dragon said. Her azure hair swayed as she stood and darted over, her tits bouncing. “Mmm, I am honored to feed you my pussy, Master.”

She straddled my face and planted her pussy right on my mouth. I groaned at the sweet scent of my mother’s snatch. Her hot folds rubbed on my lips. I licked through her folds, savoring the incestuous rush of worshiping my mother.

I feasted on her, my hands, gripping her thighs. I licked and lapped, Pyrriah moaning through her climax in the background. Princess Naryu purred with such delight as she worked her asshole up and down my dick, massaging me.

“Oh, Lasla, let me eat your cunt,” Pyrriah moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes!” my other sister answered.

I thrust my tongue deep into my mother’s cunt. I swirled about in her sweet depths. I groaned into her cunt, the pressure building and building at the tip of my dick. Princess Naryu worked her asshole up and down my cock, her hands massaging my chest.

Mother moaned as I feasted on her cunt. Her blue hair danced down her silky back. Her hairless folds rubbed on my mouth. I groaned, lapping at her cunt with hunger. I slid my tongue through her folds, teasing her.

“Gods damn, I love your pussy, Mother!” I groaned, my voice throaty from the pleasure Princess Naryu gave me.

“Yes, yes, I can tell, Master!” she moaned. “Ooh, your Mommy-slave is so glad to feed you her yummy pussy.”

“Such a loving Mommy-slave!” the rakshasa purred, her bowels clenching around my dick bringing me closer and closer to cumming.

We were all hurtling towards our orgasms. Princess Naryu’s cunt simmered, her asshole reveling in working up and down my dick. Mother’s twat grew hotter and hotter, my tongue caressing her folds in just the right way. The pressure in my nuts swelled. The ache at the tip of my dick grew.

I growled, fluttering my tongue up to my mother’s clit. I lapped at it, savoring the sweet flavor of her pussy. I sucked on her bud. She gasped, her butt-cheeks clenching before my face. Her hair danced down her back.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, Master. I… I… Yes!”

Sweet cream flooded my mouth. I drank my dragon-mother’s passion. I gulped it down, loving every moment of drinking her delight. My dick throbbed in Princess Naryu’s asshole as I feasted on my mother’s cunt cream. Every son should have this delight.

“Gods damn, yes!” I growled as my rakshasa-slave impaled her asshole down my dick. She took me to the hilt and then gasped out in ecstasy.

Her asshole spasmed around my dick. Pussy cream gushed from her pussy and splashed my stomach. She soaked me with her passion as her bowels massaged my cock. The pleasure I craved, the delight of her spasming anal sheath, surged through me.

I exploded.

“Las’s mighty cock!” I growled, my cum firing into Princess Naryu’s receptive asshole.

“Oh, Master, you honor me!” the princess-slave moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes, your Mommy-slave is honored to cum on your mouth, Master!”

The pleasure slammed through my mind. My cum fired over and over, flooding the rakshasa-slave’s asshole. I growled, my mind melting beneath the pleasure shooting from my cock. I rubbed my face into my mother’s pussy, savoring her sweet pleasure.

Stars burst across my vision. I shuddered, my heart pounding fast. I licked at my mother’s cunt. I feasted on her cream as Princess Naryu worked out every drop of my cum from my balls. I groaned my delight, trembling through that heavenly rapture.

“Master,” whimpered my two sex slaves.

I buzzed with triumph. I had passed the Trial of Steel. Now all that was left was the Trial of Pain. Tomorrow, I would find out what I had to do next. I would face it with my loving sisters, my submissive mother, and my obedient slaves. I would gain that ambassadorship.

I would fuck the naga empress and then her Serpent Oracle. I would find out how to rescue my father and breed every woman, demigoddess, and monster girl I could in the meantime.

To be continued…

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

This is a fantasy. I tried to throw in enough details to give it some sense of plausibility, to help with immersion, but I recognize that it probably can’t really work in reality. Probably better to just treat it like magic, or just ignore it.

I have included multiple binary and non-binary tags, although as the story mentions, Intersex would probably be more accurate. I want to apologize in advance to anyone who is transgender or transsexual, if I have misjudged the tone of the story.

I sat on the bed, and viewed the marvel before me, close enough to reach out and touch. A sweet oval face, framed by long blonde hair. Long blonde eyelashes too, around massive pale blue eyes, sparking with life and personality. A button nose. Thick, pink, kissable lips. Moving down, a slender neck, high collarbones, and oh, such breasts! Large – maybe the size of grapefruit – and perfectly shaped, hanging deliciously from a pale chest.

Further down, a smooth belly, tapered to a narrow waist, with the slightest wisps of the longest golden locks poking out to either side. Then wide, flared, feminine hips.

And just at the meeting of long, lithe, shapely legs, a proud, erect penis, mirroring mine a few feet away from it. Hanging just below the engorged member, the unmistakeable wrinkled skin of a scrotum, slightly distended by the testicles it contained.

I looked back up, from those male genitals, across the perfect feminine body, to those shining eyes. I saw the hope and fear at war there, the desperation, the entreaty. And I made my decision.

~#~

I had just come back from a holiday with family. It had been a great time, but really busy. We had been out all day seeing sights and taking in the attractions of our destination, coming home late, so I hadn’t had much time for anything else… and besides, with family around, you don’t think about the other stuff.

So I hadn’t really noticed, but I had actually been dry for a good week or so, and now that those distractions were gone, I had spent the entire journey back feeling pretty fucking horny.

With no obvious partner around, and not really having the liberty to find one, I had intended to satisfy myself over an evening in front of my computer and a couple of well-chosen porn streams. I had even gotten a bit of a head start, discreetly browsing my favoured sites on my phone as I rode the train and then the bus home. Building the anticipation and then letting it slip back can really up the final climax.

But then, just as I was settling into my desk chair, pants off and my finger hovering over the play button on the first vid, I heard a ping. It was a message from one of my friends, inviting me to the pub.

I tried to say I was busy, but my heart wasn’t in it. They were all there, and I hadn’t seen them in a while. They knew I had the rest of the week off, so I didn’t have any urgent business (so to speak). Besides, a bit more anticipation would only increase the buzz even more.

It turned out to be the kind of night where people bring their friends. There must have been a dozen of us in total. One guy had brought his girlfriend – who we had met a couple of times before, admittedly – and she had brought someone new, a friend called Hermy. Hermione, I presumed – she looked about 23 or 24, so probably the daughter of a Harry Potter early adopter.

And she was gorgeous. She looked like a fashion model, in a long dress that flowed and fluttered in folds around her body. You could tell all the attention was on her, especially the guys. Maybe it was my sex-starved condition, but I found myself focused especially on her. I tried not to stare, and hoped to god she wouldn’t notice – I couldn’t bear her finding me creepy or intense.

She didn’t say much though, and didn’t seem that interested in our usual subjects of conversation. She dropped in the occasional comment, but seemed mostly content to sit passively, like a classical painting by a Renaissance or Pre-Raphaelite master, and listen.

I was on the verge of giving up – I could barely admit to myself that I was trying, with a girl so far out of my league – but I gave it one last go. I asked what she was drinking. She said it was a gin & tonic.

I happen to know a bit about gin, so I asked what kind. Before I knew it, we were in deep conversation about the different types of gin, different mixers, and garnishes that suit them best. We went to the bar together, and came back to sit together with our G&Ts, chosen for interest and experiment as well as taste. The next pair, we shared. I tried not to think about her full pink lips on my glass, about sharing saliva by proxy.

The conversation moved on to more subjects, and we seemed amazingly in tune. Others tried to step in and contribute, but although she was polite, it seemed Hermy only had eyes for me, and they soon gave up. I tried to ignore the jealous looks I was getting as they made their excuses and went home – smugness is not my style.

The only exception was Mike, my best friend, a gold-standard wingman, and camp as Christmas. Hermy noticed my rainbow keychain and asked me about it. I said I considered myself an ‘ally’, and had been to a few Pride events over the years. That was when Mike chipped in to talk about the times we had gone to them together. Pretty soon the three of us were enthusiastically sharing stories of partying and the outrageous things we’d seen there. Gay clubs, drag and burlesque shows… We spent a while discussing RuPaul’s latest series and assessing the contestants -I had not followed it closely, but I knew enough to take part, and ask just the right questions.

Mike casually dropped in (he’s always been far smoother at that kind of thing than me) that guys had propositioned me, and he had ‘had to’ distract their attention to himself. So she knew I was open-minded but not gay. It couldn’t have been better.

As the expert wingman he is, Mike also knew how to read a room. Having established that the ice was well and truly broken, he made his excuses and stood to go, dropping me a sly wink as he left the two of us alone in our corner of the bar.

We kept drinking, and talking. We moved closer together. Her thigh almost brushed mine, and her hand touched mine when she wanted to emphasize a point. It was intoxicating. SHE was intoxicating.

I learned more about her. She knew Kate and Farron from university. She was visiting them while in town for a work event. She lived in a town fairly close, but had taken a room at a hotel because it was more convenient for the work event. She worked for a charity that advocated on LGBTQ+ issues, although her role was really just administrative.

Hold on, I thought. She goes to gay clubs, watches Drag Race, and works for an LGBTQ+ charity. Does that mean she is a lesbian? With regret, I began preparing to set aside any amorous intentions and shift gear to a more friendly Platonic interaction. After all, the last thing I wanted was to distress her by imposing on her when she wasn’t interested, and I could still enjoy her company on a purely social level.

But no, she *was* interested. It was clear in the way she smiled at me, the way she leaned towards me, the thousand little signs that, against all the odds, this beautiful girl wanted me as much as I wanted her. We had a connection. Or so it seemed to me.

Last orders came and went. Closing time came, and we went out together into the warm summer night. We turned to face each other, so close that I could feel her breath on my face.

It was now or never. Slowly, giving her plenty of time to pull away, I leaned forward and placed my lips on hers…

She did not pull away. She did the opposite. Her lips parted, locked with mine. I was kissing the most beautiful girl I had ever seen! She tasted of sweet lip gloss and the last gin we had shared, underlaid by that delicate, unmistakeable feminine musk.

I made to bring her closer, to press her body against mine, but she pulled away, and I thought for one sickening moment that I had blown it! But then she smiled a smile that shone like daylight. “My hotel room is very near here,” she said. “Do you… want to come up?”

YES! Yes yes yes! “Sure, why not,” was what came out of my mouth.

Despite my stupid coolness, her dainty fingers intertwined with mine, and she led me forward.

~#~

No sooner had her hotel room door closed than she was in my arms again, our tongues battling eagerly. It was a small room, dominated by one double bed – the kind of room you could find in a thousand chain hotels across the country – but I was not focused on the décor.

Before I knew it, our clothes were on the floor and we were down to underwear. She wore a nice off-white bra, a pleasing balance between lacy and practical. More concealing than most bras, it still could not hide how perfect her breasts were. Her panties were slightly odd though – opaque and wide, they covered her entire pelvic area, almost like bloomers, if they had been a bit baggier. Still, I wasn’t complaining: having this angel in her underwear, in my arms was a dream, and things were only progressing in one direction from here.

Then she pulled away again. She pushed me down so I was sitting on the bed. All of a sudden, there was doubt in here eyes. Trepidation. Was she not as eager as I had thought?

I had to say it. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t respect myself as a man if I didn’t. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I told her gently. “If you are having second thoughts, we can call a stop to this right now. I’ll leave. I…”

She interrupted me with a delicate, gentle finger on my lips. “It’s not that,” she said, shaking her head, her golden mane weaving back and forth behind her. “Well, not exactly. There is something I want to show you. That I have to show you. Something I don’t think you have realized until now. I think I can trust you – this is between us now.”

She turned her back. “Once I am done, if you want to go, I won’t stop you. I just…” she trailed off, then heaved a massive sigh, tinged with inexplicable sorrow. She reached behind her, and I saw those dainty fingers undoing the clasp of her bra.

Of course! I thought. She must have breast implants. I should have known those tits were too great to be true. And some people could be self-conscious about that kind of thing. It explained everything. Well, I was not picky about something like this, and the surgeon had clearly done a great job, from what I had seen so far.

But the bra fell to the floor, and she stayed there, facing away from me. Then she heaved another sigh, with a little catch in it that I could not identify, and bent down. Her thumbs went under the waistband of her big pants, and pushed down. I pushed down my own boxer shorts, and my engorged cock sprang free.

Then she turned. And I was greeted with the most exquisite, supreme display of womanhood… except for the undeniable organs of manhood between her legs, where a vagina should be.

She waited there, controlling her impatience with effort and deep breaths that lifted and lowered those perfect breasts, while my mind span like a washer-dryer.

Her – his? – cock was a little smaller than mine, both shorter and thinner, but it was still undeniably a penis. As often happens, it was a darker shade than the skin around it. I could see the purple traceries of veins running up the surface. A few traces of hair could be seen on the scrotum, but the whole pubic area around it had been shaven clean and smooth. It pointed upwards at around a 70-degree angle, signalling her arousal. His arousal.

I had been on the internet. I had seen porn, and drag shows and the like. It had always seemed to me that, when you saw a transvestite or drag artist, no matter how convincing, you could almost always refocus and ‘see’ the maleness in the shape of their face and body. I tried that for a moment with Hermy. But no matter how I looked, I could only see pure femininity. There was not a trace anywhere in her of masculine traits, except that genitalia. But then again, how would I know? Maybe there are loads of them, wandering around with their reproductive organs hidden, as we all do. Maybe the truly authentic ones online are reserved for the premium rate sites that I never bothered investigating because I didn’t think I was interested. Or maybe they all have too much sense and dignity to do porn, as one does.

All I knew for sure was what I had in front of me. And she was all woman. With a cock.

And the strange thing was that it didn’t look out of place. I cannot explain it, but with this one woman and only her, the phallus and testicles protruding between those wide womanly hips, above those long, smooth, shapely legs, it just seemed the most natural thing in the world. Natural and… beautiful.

I don’t know how long we were like that, facing each other, motionless but for our breath. Seconds, certainly. But too many seconds. The beginning of a little tremble ran across her succulent lips, and her blue eyes shone a little brighter with a build-up of moisture. The erection was beginning to fade a little, droop to more like 50 degrees. She took a deeper breath, and I thought I detected the hint of a shudder in it.

“You can g-” she began, but I was already moving. I stood, and closed the distance between us. I lifted my hand. My palm brushed her cheek, went to the nape of her neck, and pulled her towards me. I kissed her. Kissed him. It didn’t matter any more.

I pressed my mouth against Hermy’s, harder than before, forcefully conveying my approval. Two pairs of arms went around two bodies. Full, supple, rounded mammaries met a male chest. Two bellies, one smooth and toned, the other lightly haired, made contact. Two penises touched, and slid across each other, nestled side by side between the two stomachs. Two moans of satisfaction vibrated across each other through two pairs of lips, locked passionately together.

We maintained contact as we fell together onto the bed. Every moment in which I could feel the touch of that warm skin was a blessing. My hand went down, and encircled the member, which was already rapidly engorging back to its full size and turgidity. I did not know what I was doing, only that it felt right, and must be right as long as it pleased this wonderful creature. From the response of the body entangled with mine, I knew that it did please them. Warm, slender fingers wrapped around my own penis. We moved our hands in time.

Acting on a further impulse, I separated our faces slightly. I stared into stunning blue eyes. “You are perfect,” I said, and separated further, but only so that I could kiss her neck. Then her breasts, swirling my tongue around each delicious brown areola in turn. A part of my brain noted in passing that there was no trace of surgical scars – this flesh, this glorious flesh, was all natural. Then down to her stomach. My tongue probed the indent of her navel, and she gave a little giggle.

Then I moved further, and there it was, inches from my eyes, framed against the gentle pink valley of her cleavage. I thought I would hesitate, but I did not. My lips enveloped the bulbous end, my tongue swirled the skin around the glans, and I was rewarded with a high, long, feminine groan.

I was actually doing it! I was sucking a cock!

I had asked myself about my sexuality. Of course I had. If you haven’t, ever, then I have sour news for you, pal: you are repressing something. Back when I was a teenager, I had forced myself to honestly consider the question. And especially later, when I made gay friends, and went to gay clubs with them, and got propositioned by guys. A couple of times I had even reciprocated a bit, just to try it out, although I had never taken it further than a long kiss and embrace.

I had thought about male bodies, and female bodies, pressed myself against each, and I knew which of them turned me on. Sexuality isn’t a matter of choice; I am what I am, and what I am is pretty much straight.

Of course, I don’t believe people are 100% straight. Or at least, very few people. It’s a spectrum. It takes a real super-hetero not to look at the hunks of the day – for my generation, it was the likes of Brad Pitt and George Clooney – and feel a tingle that is more than just a recognition of objective beauty. But I thought of myself as maybe 90% or 95%, and confident enough about it not to feel challenged or threatened by other people expressing their own sexuality in front of me.

Well, let me tell you, as a result of that night, I have moved myself along the spectrum a few pegs. Notches. You know what I mean.

There was no doubt, I was fully sexually aroused by this situation and this woman (or whatever she was). And it was not ‘despite’ her girl-cock. It was because, just like it was because of her womanly hips, and slim waist, and round breasts, and long golden hair, and great big blue eyes, and the feminine scent that wafted about her.

She shifted back a bit, and I followed her, latching back onto that proud phallus like a baby seeking its mother’s nipple. She had her legs bent at the knees, trailing off the side of the bed, and sat up with her tits gyrating just above my head, but she turned to lie on her side, swinging her legs up to the other side. Her penis rotated in my mouth.

She kept moving back, inch by inch, and I followed her, resting my hands on the bed, then my knees. I had to stay close to this beautiful creature and her aura of raging eroticism.

Then suddenly she span, pivoting around the unmoving centre of my suckling mouth on her erect shaft. Grabbing at my legs, she pulled herself forward, and enveloped my own cock-head in her own pink, pouting, kissable lips. The sensation was amazing. Before I had even realized it, we were 69ing! Lying on our sides, each with our heads bobbing on each other’s penises.

I can’t say I have a great deal of experience in licking pussy, although I am no novice either. I have always tried to give as much pleasure as I would ask for, but I am not a mind-reader, and always feared that I was not doing it in quite the way she would have wanted.

With Hermy, it was different. She had a cock and balls, just like I did. I know what gets me off, so I just had to reproduce that on her, and surely it would have the same effect, right?

It did, judging by the sounds she was making. As I alternated between bobbing on the end of her cock and trying to open my throat to take her deep inside, she kept up a constant stream of porn-star sighs, gasps and moans. When she groaned in particular, the rumble vibrated her throat, giving my penis the most incredible sensations.

And here’s a funny thing: her dick tasted just like a pussy! Maybe all dicks do – I don’t have the experience to know. Perhaps all our secretions and pheromones are the same, whether we are male or female… or anything in between. All I know is that it was wonderful.

We lay there for some minutes, revelling in each other’s bodies – my hands around her slender waist, my head between her smooth, toned legs, suckling on her rigid, womanly-tasting penis.

Then, as I was starting to build to an incredible climax, she rolled over to rest on top of me and swung her leg over. Surprised, I heard the pop as her schlong left the pursing seal of my lips. Now she was resting beside me. She moved over to hold my face in her hands, and kissed me on the lips. Her eyes looked deep into mine, shining with pure sincerity and devotion. And then she said something that made my heart cartwheel.

“I want you inside me.”

Those five words, in her high, girlish voice. I had not known until just now, but those were the five words that I wanted to hear most in the world.

But there was a problem. “I can’t,” I said. You don’t have… the equipment, you know? I’ve just been down there, I saw!”

She smiled a lascivious smile, and hugged me. Then she whispered into my ear, “I have another hole.”

Was she saying what I thought? I leaned back, and looked into her face again. She took my hand, and put it between her legs. Singling out my middle finger, she brought it down, past her hanging girl-scrotum, to the pale brown pucker of her butthole. She nodded, giving me a stunning, cheeky smile.

The surprised delight must have shown on her face, because she giggled, then hurried excitedly out of bed to the bathroom.

This was incredible! The most beautiful woman I had ever seen – possibly the most beautiful woman ever to have existed – was going to let me have anal sex with her. She wanted me to! She had asked me to!

She came back, holding a bottle of some clear liquid. In her excitement, her step had a bounce to it that had both her breasts and cock jiggling mesmerizingly.

I looked at the bottle. “Lube?” I asked.

She nodded, that cheeky smile showing again.

“You carry a bottle of lube with you when you travel?”

She looked at me reproachfully, but with a teasing smile underlying it that made clear she was joking. “You carry a couple of condoms in your wallet all the time, right?”

I smiled wryly and nodded.

“So do I?” she whispered again. “Lube and condoms both. We live in hope. And I am so glad I do. Now lie on your back.”

I did as I was told.

First she squirted out a generous dollop of lubricant into her palm, and applied it to my cock. The initial coolness soon changed as the gel was warmed between her hand and my penis. If it had softened at all in her absence, her gentle ministrations restored it to steel-rod rigidity. Just her soft hand lightly polishing my genitals was bliss in itself, but that paled into insignificance when I knew what was to come.

Once a layer of lubricant was thoroughly spread all over my groin, she reached between her legs and applied some of the remainder on her hand to her butthole. I saw her eyes widen fractionally and the cutest little squeak emerge from her lips as she slipped the very end of a slick finger into her pucker. Then she lifted one shapely leg high, and straddled me.

A naked feminine dream was towering over me, her angelic face framed in the cleavage between her glorious breasts. “Are you ready?” she asked.

I nodded emphatically. What could I possibly say that would express how incredibly goddamn ready I was?!

The idiotic glee of my expression must have made it clear, because she chuckled happily, her breasts and cock jiggling with the convulsions of laughter. Then she began to lower herself.

She reached down behind her to take my penis in hand and guide it to the sweet entrance of her poop chute. I grasped her cock in one hand and nestled her balls in the other, fondling them gently. She moaned her approval. Should I tell her that I was partly doing it so that I could lift her genitals out of the way and watch as I entered her? Maybe she would be fine with it… but better not to risk puncturing the moment, I thought.

It took a couple of attempts to get lined up. Lube is designed to be slippery, of course, and that goes in every direction, not just the ones you intend. Besides, an anus isn’t really biologically designed for big thick things to enter it – quite the opposite, in fact.

But where there’s a will, there’s a way. On the third try, my bulbous cock-head nestled into the groove of her café-au-lait pucker. Then Hermy took a deep breath, and pushed down again. I felt the resistance hold, then give way with an almost audible pop, as the sphincter passed the girth of my bell-end and squeezed tightly below it. She continued to press her weight down, and I watched with amazement as my shaft slowly disappeared into her butthole.

I looked up. Her mouth and eyes were wider than I had seen them yet, screaming silently towards the ceiling in rapturous delight. At first, I thought she had orgasmed then and there, but no, she was just revelling in this rare and special sensation. I stared, trying to fix the sight of that glorious expression in my memory forever, just in case cold reality re-manifested and prevented me from ever repeating this wonderful act.

Then she looked down on me, placed her splayed hands – one still quite slippery with the remaining lube – on my bare chest, and began to raise and lower her pelvis in the rhythmic motions of passionate, sensual intercourse.

With her on top, she would have complete control of the pace, and I could understand that. Anal sex, when done wrong, can be very painful – she had to be sure the angle going in was right. The fact that it gave me a great show of the most intimate – literal – lap dance while her sphincter massaged my cock was just a wonderful bonus. For a hole that isn’t biologically designed to take an erect penis into it though, man, it fits so perfectly! It was so tight and snug and warm, it felt like every millimetre of my manhood was being caressed, from the bifurcated tip to the base when she bottomed out, her ballsack coming to rest momentarily on my lower belly.

And in my turn, I returned the favour as best I could, matching her rhythm as I jerked her cock. It was slightly different to masturbating myself – the angle was different, for a start, and I did not have the feeling to guide me either, but I know what makes me horny, and reproduced that for her. The way she throbbed in my fist made it clear that I was doing it right, even if her moans and sighs and occasional exclamations (“Oh yeah!” “Fuck yes!” “Yeah baby, that’s good!”) were not enough.

Every now and then I reached up with my free hand to squeeze one of those glorious breasts, or cup her neck so I could sit up and take a perfect, nub-hard nipple in my mouth, or plant a passionate kiss on those gorgeous, full lips that met mine with hungry eagerness.

Mostly though, I just lay back, my wrist working away while an angel bounced on my cock. Not a bad life, is it?

The only sad thing is that it was over too soon. I felt my orgasm building, and I warned her, “I’m cumming soon.”

“Me too,” she replied. “Jerk my cock faster!”

I picked up the pace, bringing both hands in to give her genitals as much stimulation as possible. She in turn increased the rate and volume of her dirty talk. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Jerk your girl’s big cock. My butthole feels so good, full of your hard penis. We’re gonna come together, baby!”

It was getting me closer and closer. I knew what I wanted, but I was afraid to ruin the moment, so I hesitated, and finally I could put it off no longer. “I’m going to cum inside you, baby!” I almost shouted.

“YES!” she cried back. “CUM in my arse! Fill my arse with your sexy hot spunk!”

It was all the encouragement I needed. I orgasmed like a goddamn volcano, emptying my testes deep into her rectum. I anointed that luscious anus with floods of my precious, warm white seed. As I did, waves of delight rolled over me.

And while my body was still tense, she leaned back, pushing her entire weight down on my geysering cock. “Oh my God, I can feel it!” she cried, her voice a full octave higher than before. “It’s so warm, I’m so full- I’m cumming! AAAAAHHHH!”

Nobody has a pretty orgasm face. Nobody. I guess that in terms of evolution, if your partner hasn’t been convinced of your attractiveness by that point, either it is much too late or it never mattered in the first place. Everybody looks dumb and grimacey when they orgasm.

Except her.

She looked even more heavenly than before. Her eyes were wider than ever, her face flushed prettily, her mouth gaping. Every muscle screamed her ecstasy. A literal angel, of the host of heaven itself, radiant with divinity. Glory hallelujah!

Her ecstasy was so hypnotic that I had forgotten that I was still masturbating her cock, unable to feel her orgasm building. So when she came, it went everywhere. Gobbets spurted up onto her tits and neck, down her toned belly, and also all over my chest and stomach. A drop landed on my cheek, and another on my forehead. As I let go, the phallus oozed a bit more, slowly losing its rigidity, until it came to rest, pooling ejaculate into my navel.

Hermy had been very energetic throughout, building up a sweat that I had tasted when I kissed the smooth skin of her face and her hard, luscious nipples. Even I, mostly lying there, had exercised enough to be breathing heavily. She was gasping, her breasts rising and falling hypnotically as her chest swelled. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but it felt like a golden eternity.

Then she looked down at me, and fixed me with her dazzling smile. She planted her hands on my shoulders and lifted herself up. My steadily shrinking penis emerged inch by inch, with an almost audible ‘pop’ at the end and, like an upturned bottle when the cork is removed, a gush of white creamy liquid spurted out. She had moved forward as she lifted, so my semen gushed onto my belly, mixing together in my navel with hers in a small pool of shared ejaculate. The flow slackened quickly, until one last stubborn string of viscous ooze connected her now-closed, gooey pucker to my jizz-coated stomach.

Her beautiful eyes left mine to look down at the creamy post-orgasmic mess, and then returned to meet my gaze. Suddenly, her expression changed. The happy smile took on a twist of mischief that almost made me gasp with desire. Then she lifted her leg, leapt off me, and bent down to my belly. Her bright pink tongue emerged from her full, gorgeous lips and made a long stroke of my skin. She was licking up our cum!

She worked at it for several minutes, her head bobbing industriously. She briefly popped the head of my cock into her mouth to lick off the residue there, but she mostly left my penis alone; it rose obediently out of the way as her ministrations took effect on my body, occasionally brushing her cheek as she passed by.

She was thorough, catching every drop that had not already dribbled off me and onto the bedclothes. Twice, she turned to me, opening her mouth so that I could see all the man-mayonnaise she had collected, then slowly, deliberately swallowed. Just the fact that we had ejaculated more than two entire mouthfuls of semen was a thought that brought a real thrill.

Having harvested everything on my belly, she worked her way up my chest. Her cheeks now had a slick residue of mixed bodily juices. Then her hot mouth travelled up my neck, kissed off the drop on my cheek and the one on my forehead, and finally came to rest, an inch from my own lips, where she hesitated.

Again, I made the decision for her. I rose up and our mouths met. It did not have the urgency of previous kisses; it was more tender, even comfortable. I tasted the salty tang of sperm in her mouth. I turned her cheeks to either side to return the service, licking each one in turn and ingesting the remainder of our shared love juice. There was still some on her own body, but it would do for now.

“I’ve never done that before,” she said quietly, “licking up cum like that. Did you like it?”

“I think it was the single sexiest thing I have ever seen,” I replied. “It’s hard for me to judge though, because at least the half-dozen sexiest things I have ever seen have all happened in the last hour or so.”

She giggled prettily, then settled in to lay down beside me, her head resting on my shoulder. Our arms went around each other. Her now-limp cock draped across my thigh – I noticed that, purely by accident, our penises were now pointing directly at each other, the heads a mere inch apart.

I love a good, comfortable post-coital cuddle. In some ways, it is as nice as the actual fucking, albeit in very different ways. Having just let each other into your most intimate inner sanctums, the fading orgasmic glow becomes a feeling of profound shared peace. Try it. It’s bliss.

It does give you time to think, though. I had known I was sex-starved, having not orgasmed the entire time I had been on holiday. Was I sure that this glorious night had not just been an overdrive of lust, making me desperate for any kind of sex? Even kinds I never would have considered before? Had I done something crazy, solely due to blue balls? Lord knows, I have had a case or two over the years of letting my libido run away with me, and then regretting it as soon as the deed was done.

I looked down at the body pressed against mine, resting peacefully in companionable silence. Now I had gotten my end away, surely those raging hormones and endorphins should have settled down a bit, leaving my perceptions clearer.

And yet, the beauty was still there, undiminished. The hips, the breasts, all perfectly proportioned. The cheekbones, jawline, defined and chiselled. The long golden eyelashes, smooth blonde hair, thin delicate eyebrows. The long, toned legs wrapped around one of mine. All exactly according to my picture of feminine beauty. There was no doubt about it. It wasn’t just my cock thinking for me. She really was an absolute stunner.

So why wasn’t the one blemish, the major deviation from normal female anatomy, putting me off? We’ve all seen the somewhat dated comedies with that moment, where Ace Ventura or Frank Drebin is confronted with the sexy “woman’s” male junk and reacts with horror and revulsion. Am I some kind of deviant? A sissy boy? A pervert? Well then, call me a pervert, I thought. As long as it was between me and a consenting adult, I didn’t care what anyone thought. I just couldn’t imagine how anyone could look at what I was looking at and not love it.

We lay there a while longer, listening to the sound of our own breath, and then she gave a deep sigh that pressed her naked breasts into my side. “Okay,” she said, without lifting her head from my chest or turning to look at me. “It’s time for the questions.”

“What questions?” I asked, surprised.

“You will have questions, I know you will. I’m… different. Let’s get it all out of the way right now. You’ve already seen my greatest secret, so I am an open book to you. I just don’t want those uncertainties, those questions, to sit there between us, festering and growing because you aren’t sure you can ask them. So I am declaring a moratorium: all the questions now, stupid or otherwise, and then you’ll know who I am and what we should be together.”

I nodded. It made sense. And that part at the end about ‘being together’ made my spirit soar a bit. “Alright,” I replied, “but the same goes for you. Ask me anything. Perhaps we should take turns?”

I felt her cheek move as she smiled. “I’d like that,” she said, “but you first, while my nerve holds.”

I pulled her tighter into my embrace. “Very well then. First stupid question: are you a man or a woman?”

“I am a woman,” she replied firmly but quietly, her voice exuding cast-iron certainty. “I have a penis, but I am a woman. I have always known that, deep in my soul.”

She hesitated for a moment, before continuing. “I tried for a short while, living as a boy, when I was in school. I was fourteen years old, and my parents moved me to a new school so I could have a clean start.

“I hated it. It was awful. It wasn’t just the physical discomfort either. My breasts were growing, and I strapped them down tight, making excuses in gym class changing rooms about an ongoing back problem. I was sore and aching all the time I wore that strapping, but I could have endured it if it had made me feel like I was fitting in. It didn’t. I was never like them, no matter how I tried to be. I was so depressed. I felt like a fraud, constantly.”

Her voice lowered as she continued. “I lasted six months. My parents pulled me out of school in February when they found out I was self-harming – nothing that left any permanent scars, thank god. They home-schooled me for a few months, and I endured the disguise for a couple of weeks so I could sit end-of-year exams. Then I moved schools again and went back to being a girl for my GCSEs.”

I stroked her golden hair, trying to ease her trauma in any way I could, although I knew it was futile. “Hermy,” I said gently. “… Hermione?” I tried experimentally.

“It’s Hermia,” she replied.

“Nothing to do with JK Rowling then.”

“We don’t speak that name,” she said sternly. “Not any more. I take her behaviour these days personally.”

“Fair point,” I agreed.

Then I had a thought that stopped me mentally in my tracks. “Hermia?” I tried to keep the incredulity out of my voice. “As in Hermes? And Aphrodite?”

“Aphrodite is my middle name.” She sounded a little embarrassed.

I could have laughed, but I knew it would be a really bad idea at that moment. “That’s a little on-the-nose, isn’t it? Being named after Herm-Aphrodite?”

Hermia sighed deeply again, and shifted against me. Her forehead was now touching my jawline. “Mum and dad meant well,” she said, a little defensively. “I think they really wanted me to make peace with my body, to find a way of being happy with who I am. In fact, I know they did. They told me they didn’t want me to live in denial of anything about myself. And I suppose it worked. I know who I am, what I am, and I accept it. I just hope other people can too, even if it seems unlikely sometimes.”

“They knew right from the start?”

She nodded, her forehead brushing my cheek. “It showed up on scans. You know, ultrasound and stuff? I don’t fully understand it really – I’m not a doctor or anything. The kit is all in there, somewhere inside my body, but sorta dormant: I don’t ovulate or menstruate. There are probably a couple of scientific papers all about me in medical journals somewhere. Anyway, I don’t know what their first reaction was, but by the time I was born, it seems my parents were ready to raise their little dickgirl.”

The sardonic way she said that last word made it clear she was not happy with it, and I made a mental note never to use it with her. She had clearly been through a lot of hurt in her life, and I meant to make sure none of it ever came from me.

“At least it solves one mystery,” I said. “I wondered if you were an angel. But Hermes and Aphrodite? You aren’t an angel. You’re a goddess!”

She lifted her head and playfully whacked my forearm, but the warmth in her eyes told me I had said the right thing. Her lips on mine confirmed it.

“So how about you?” she asked. “My turn for a stupid question: are you gay?”

“I didn’t think so,” I replied. “For sure, it’s still your feminine body and look that turn me on. But I can’t deny, so does your cock and balls. Maybe I am not homosexual, heterosexual or bisexual. Maybe I am just Hermiasexual. Whatever it is you are, that’s what I want.

“If I had to pick a category though? What are those initials… LGBT?”

“LGBTQIA+,” she said. “Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transexual, Queer, Intersex, Asexual, and a few other smaller groups that have been accepted into the movement. Remember where I work?”

“Well there we go then. That’s what I am. My sexuality is on the spectrum but doesn’t fit into any of those other categories, so I guess it’s Q. I am a queer man.”

“And obviously I am intersex,” she added.

“He was a Q. She was an I. Can I make it any more obvious!” I quipped.

It was not a very funny joke, but she laughed with what seemed genuine delight, and I found myself laughing too. Perhaps it was our elation at having found each other.

Then her face turned serious again. “Are you… Am I…” she hesitated, a note of vulnerability entering her voice that made me want to fight the world in her defence. It was not her turn, but I stayed quiet to hear what she would say.

“Am I… big enough for you?” she asked finally. “I- I’ve seen things on the internet. Hentai. They call it ‘futanari’. When you are looking for any kind of representation for someone like me online, you are bound to end up finding stuff like that. And some of them are massive. Huge breasts. Huge cocks, like as thick as their waists, and two or three feet long. I thought maybe when guys are into women with penises, they like…”

“No!” I replied emphatically, partly to reassure her and partly out of honesty. “I told you: you are perfect.” I put my free hand on her flaccid cock, and used the other to turn her cheek so my lips could meet hers. “Perfect: adjective,” I said, my eyes an inch from hers. “Bearing the greatest possible similarity to Hermia Aphrodite Corfield.”

That made her smile again.

“Seriously though,” I continued, “those images don’t do it for me. I think maybe that is one reason I was so sure I wasn’t interested. What you have seems so much more natural, and appealing. I love a sexy, feminine, well-proportioned body. Like yours.

“In fact,” I continued again, “you look a lot like a model. Have you ever done modelling?”

“I did a bit, when I was younger,” she replied, “back in my very early teens. I did it for a couple of years. I had an agent who seemed like the best in the business. He knew everyone, every step was planned out. He kept me moving in a constant program of clothes catalogues, adverts, and the like. It seemed as if my life was set.

“Then one day, after a late shoot with a magazine, he drove me back to his house instead of home. It was a great big place, like a mansion, in the middle of nowhere. He got me in his bedroom, and told me to take off my clothes. Looking back, it is so obvious what was going on, but I was young and naïve, only 13 years old. He told me he had to check something, make sure I was ready, before moving on with the next stage of my career, and I just… believed him.

“But it all changed when I took off my knickers. Suddenly he changed, from looking at me with hunger in his eyes, to screaming at me. “Get out! Get the fuck out!” The rage in his voice, the horror… I thought I must be the worst creature in the entire world, to make him suddenly so scared and angry.

“I left there in such a hurry that I forgot my purse and my phone, so I had to walk. That walk was probably the worst hour and three quarters of my life.

“The next day, I tried to call him, but he had blocked my number. I couldn’t contact him in any way. Worse, nobody else in the industry was answering my calls. I kept calling round, looking for another agent, but got nowhere. It wasn’t until months later that one of them took pity on me and told me: he had blacklisted me. He hadn’t told anyone why, but the message was clear that I was bad news. They assumed it was probably drugs, but it didn’t really matter. I was out.”

“That’s horrible,” I said comfortingly. “But hey, at least you didn’t get fucked by him. He probably does it all the time: picks up a pretty girl, grooms her, and eventually has his way with her. In fact, imagine not being worried that any of them will out you as a paedo, but being shit-scared of getting outed for this.”

“That occurred to me too,” she said. “Somehow, that made it worse. Like being intimate with me had that much more stigma than even child molestation.”

“That guy was a total creep,” I insisted. “Who gives a fuck what a pervert like him thinks.”

“I know.” She smiled, but it was a fragile smile. “I realized that eventually, but it did set me back years in mental health.”

“Do you think that is why you tried to pass as a boy for a while?” I asked.

She pursed her full, rosy lips in thought. “You know, I never thought about that, but yes. That incident happened when I was 13, and it was only a few months later, at 14, that I changed schools and identities. I must have still been feeling the effects from that awful night.

“He got his eventually, at least. Some of his victims came forward during the MeToo campaign. I may not be able to work in the fashion industry any more, but neither can he. His career is over. And at least I don’t really want to, now. I had the chance to get back into it, but I decided it isn’t really for me. I like my job, and I like the people I work with.”

“Do they know about… this?”

“My boss does,” she said. “They have a pro-LGBTQ+ hiring policy, so I put it on my CV. I think the rest of them have the impression that I am non-normative in some way, but I don’t talk about it, and they are fine with that. It’s really a great team, lovely and supportive.”

“They probably think you are lesbian,” I offered.

“Yes, that or asexual.”

“I am glad you aren’t asexual!” I said, laying my hand on her cock, which twitched a little in response.

“So am I!” she replied. “It’s difficult to find partners, but I really enjoy fucking.”

The dirty talk was starting to bring my libido back into play. I partly blame that for my next incautious question. “Have you ever tried it with a woman? I mean, you have the equipment…”

“Once,” was her response. “Like I said before, I’ve been to a lot of gay clubs, where I feel free to express myself without judgement. I get a lot of attention from the girls there, though. They are nicer than some guys, so I don’t usually have to worry about turning them down, but it is tempting sometimes.

“There was this girl; short hair, slim build, walking cliché in some ways. You get that sometimes, especially with the ones who have recently come out – they feel like they need to play up to their new identity. But this woman wasn’t a newbie. She had experience, and she was pushing my buttons. I’d had a few drinks, and thought, fuck it, why not?

“We got back to hers, and when I showed her what I had down there, she didn’t hide her delight. But I was sobering up, and realizing I wasn’t sure I was feeling it.”

“But you did it,” I prompted when she hesitated.

“Yes. My body wasn’t responding at first, which is a big clue for me. But you know how it is, when someone fiddles with your knob enough, it’s going to stand up, and she was really enthusiastic. She was so nice too, she really seemed determined that I should enjoy it as well, and it was clearly an absolute dream come true for her. So I just… went along with it.”

Despite myself, the thought of Hermia fucking a girl’s willing pussy was turning me on. My dick was starting to rise. She saw it, and as her hand wrapped around my shaft, the tone of her voice changed slightly. She was making the most of it now – not lying or embellishing, but emphasizing the details in ways she knew would get me going.

“I sat down on the sofa, and she straddled me, guiding my cock right into her cunt. She moaned with pleasure as she bore down, and her nipples brushed against mine. Her breasts were small, but mine are much bigger. She rode me for ages, so that I didn’t have a choice but to keep entering her, and the friction kept me hard. I wasn’t aroused, not really, but she was in heaven, and seeing someone totally having the time of her life right in front of me like that… I think it was kinda worth it anyway.

“She came really loudly, screaming and howling, all girlish glee; lovely to hear, but a turn-off for me that meant I wasn’t anywhere near orgasming at the same time. Then she hugged me, and said she had to thank me. She moved around, and took my hard cock in her mouth, still slick from her own juices.

I was fully hard again now, and I had started jacking her, so she was too. “Did that work?” I asked, my voice gruff with need. “Did that turn you on?”

“A little bit,” she replied. “She seemed determined that I should cum as well. It was so sweet. So I imagined she was a slim guy, and that helped. She wanted me to enter her again, hoping I could finish inside her, so I pushed her onto the rug, on hands and knees, and slid my cock into her from behind.

“When I looked down at her, all I could see was her back. With a bit of effort, I could imagine she was male. I ejaculated eventually, but it was really difficult, and it wasn’t a proper orgasm. Not like I had with you. I had to screw up my eyes, and imagine a guy was there. I wish a guy had been there. I wish you had been there.”

Her lips met mine again, hungrily this time. Our fists were now pumping out a regular tempo on each other’s cocks, bringing them back towards full engorgement.

“I wish I’d been there too,” I said. “But it would definitely have made the mood different. There aren’t many situations that aren’t fundamentally changed by adding in a guy wanking in the corner.”

She laughed again, that wide-mouthed, full, open laugh. I felt the vibration of her voice where her chest met mine.

Then she looked down at our proud members, standing erect and ready. And she asked the question that needed no answer: “D’you want to go again?”

I answered anyway. “Sure, but this time, you do me.”

She gasped and sat up suddenly, her eyes wide in astonishment. “Nobody has ever let me do that!” she almost whispered.

Some people will tell you that the most beautiful sight in the whole universe is a beautiful woman. They are wrong. The most beautiful sight in the whole universe is a beautiful woman in a moment of surprised delight. My heart seemed to swell to three times its normal size, and my guts turned to syrup. At that instant, if I had thought that my blood could keep that rapturous expression on her face for a little longer, I would have started tearing at my wrists with my own teeth.

“Then it’s long past time that they did,” I insisted. “You deserve it.”

She jumped up excitedly on the bed, towering over me like an adorable colossus, her dick bouncing up and down between her legs. “Oh my god, this is going to be amazing! I love you so much!” Again, my heart did a 360 at those words. “Now get comfortable, while I… Where did I put that lube?”

She hopped off the bed, searching around for the bottle of lubricant, which seemed to have been knocked off the bedside table at some point in our sexual gyrations.

“I love you too,” I said, and she looked up to reward me with another of those laser-guided, rocket-propelled, armour-piercing radiant smiles.

The lube bottle turned out to have rolled under the bed, so I was treated to the delicious sight of her pert buttocks in the air as she reached for it. Then we arranged ourselves for what was to come. I hung off the edge of the bed, on my back, a pillow under my head and another under the small of my back, lifting my pelvis for easier access. She stood on the ground – it was quite a high bed – between my spread legs and held the bottle in front of her, her palm in front of the nozzle to receive a dollop.

“Let me do that,” I offered, taking the bottle from her. I pressed the top to pour some into my hand. More than I had intended: some sprayed over onto my belly.

She stifled a giggle. “I’d offer to take it back, but you have the lube, so go ahead.” She pushed her hips forward, bringing her hard dick into my reach.

I transferred some of the clear gel to my other palm, then wrapped both hands around my lover’s rigid member. For a moment, it felt weird – what was I doing? – and I almost receded a bit into self-consciousness, but then I looked back up to her beautiful face, enhanced by an expression of excited eagerness, and all doubt fled.

She gave a long, deep sigh as the lubricant did its job, my meat-filled fists gliding up and down, applying an even layer from summit to base. A small dollop remained at the very tip, and she dipped her thumb in it to rub around the pucker of my waiting bumhole.

She lined up her shaft. “I am going to go slow,” she said. “Having your rectum stretched out can be painful if you do it wrong. Tell me at once if it is hurting and I will slow down, change the angle, make sure this is as pleasurable for both of us as possible.” She bent down and fixed my lips in a passionate kiss, then rose again. “I think we are going to enjoy this a lot!”

Then she moved forward. Her bulbous cockhead met my sphincter, pressed, and entered. She was inside me! A long, deep moan escaped her lips.

She was only a couple of inches in when she stopped, withdrawing part of the way. Then she pressed forward again, going deeper the second time. She repeated this several times, steadily feeding me her meat as my back passage progressively opened up. Within a couple of minutes she was all the way inside me, her scrotum resting on the curve of my arse.

Then she placed both her hands on my dick, which was standing proud and erect. “I am going to start pumping now, baby. Remember, says so at once if anything feels wrong.”

“It feels amazing, honey,” I replied. “Go right ahead.”

And so she did. She was still going slow, setting up a rhythm which matched that of her hands, moving with deliberate, passionate strokes. I suddenly realized with astonishment: this was not just sordid, lustful buttfucking. She was making love to my rectum. And it was wonderful.

I had not expected this. My only intentions in the offer had been a combination of courtesy in returning the favour, and hope that it would encourage this glorious creature to see me again. I had only hoped that it would not be too uncomfortable, a small price to pay for a chance at such elevated company.

But I did not have to endure – it was joy. Her sultry hips brushing back and forth against my inner thighs. The indescribable warm feeling inside, and a stretching and expanding that made it seem like I could feel every vein and contour of her fairly small but perfect penis. Each entry accompanied by another deep sigh or moan of erotic satisfaction in her gorgeous feminine timbre. Her warm, supple hands on my cock, teasing out the maximum stimulation, playing my organ like a musical instrument to the rhythm of her thrusts. The sight of an unparalleled beauty looming above me, perfect breasts heaving, lips wide in an expression of rapture, perfect smooth skin glistening with just the slightest hint of sweat. Even that added to the experience: at that moment, hers was not a sour stink of stale sweat, but the musky, natural aroma of vigorous womanhood. Every sense – touch, sight, hearing, smell, taste – was filled with the most delightful, erotic sensations imaginable.

Maybe she really is a goddess, I thought. Maybe she lied to me, poured honey in my ear with supernatural effectiveness. Perhaps she really was the god Hermaphrodite, come down from Mount Olympus to mess around and play games with humans, the way they so often did in those old Greek legends. Maybe her divine powers had infiltrated my mind, penetrating as softly and sweetly as her penis was penetrating my anus.

Even if it was so, I still couldn’t bring myself to regret being caught in such a gorgeous trap. Whatever followed this glorious night, be it abandonment by someone who had gotten their rocks off using my body, a genuine connection with a wonderful woman, or the divine retribution of the ancient Greek supreme powers, it would all be worth it for these endless moments of perfect intimacy.

Endless it seemed, in the most wonderful way, because she was taking her time. Our first lovemaking had been frantic, eager, full of the raw animalistic energy of desire. We had both been driven by our visceral, passionate need for each other, and for orgasm.

Now though, it was not about need, it was about want. Hermia moved slowly, so that we could savour every sensation of our deep, intimate coupling. The pleasure of the experience was not just in the pushing towards ejaculation – although that was definitely a part – but also the skin on skin, the sights and smells, the joy of taking every pleasure in the body of another, and in your own body too. By not forcing the pace, we shared equally in the bliss of connection.

It might have been minutes or hours we kept at it, my arse receiving her throbbing rod again and again as her hands caressed my own manhood. Having spent our seed earlier, we did not feel the bodily pressure toward imminent release again yet. However, such stimulation of the genitals must lead somewhere. The body instinctively craves procreation, and rewards us with conscious pleasure so that it can lead there. Slowly, Hermia’s hips and hands began to increase in speed.

“Oh, baby,” she purred, “your arse feels so hot, so tight. My cock loves it so much.”

“And my arse wants your cock, babe,” I found myself replying. “It wants everything you can give it.”

A few more thrusts entered and withdrew, faster each time. It was amazing, but I was starting to feel my muscles protest a little at being stretched in such unaccustomed ways.

“I want…” she said as she pushed forward. “I want… I want…”

“What do you want, my darling,” I asked, even though I knew there could be only one answer. “Tell me what you want!” I heard the intensity of emotion in my voice.

“I want… I want!… I want!…”

“What do you want? What do you want?!” I matched her rhythm, so that we chorused the word “want” as one, a combined growl of lust.

The thrusts grew faster and faster, as our words did too. Soon, we were just repeating “Want! Want! Want!” together, as her fists pumped, her hips pistoned and my anal cavity welcomed her rapid penal invasion.

I was on the brink, and I knew she was too. I pulled her down, devouring her lips with mine as we returned to the intensity of before. “TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!” I shouted.

“I WANT TO CUM IN YOUR BUTTHOLE!” she roared back.

“DO IT!” I growled, grabbing her hips. “Fill my arse with your spunk.”

That pushed her over the edge. With a thrust more powerful than any before, she pushed her cock deep into my anus. I felt it pulsate as it pumped semen deep into my bowels. The warmth seemed to spread as my anal cavity overfilled with sperm, and it squeezed out around her penis. My bumcrack became warm and sticky with the excess.

At the same time, my own cock was spasming, spraying white goo onto her rapidly moving fingers. I felt the orgasmic bliss flow through my body, simultaneously tensing and relaxing every muscle.

She threw back her head, her back arched in the ecstasy of release, then she slumped forwards. The ends of her golden locks trailed and matted through globules of jizz that had sprayed onto my belly. She gave another few thrusts, making deliciously obscene squelching noises as her still-rigid member pushed through the flow of slippery seed. Then her hips came to rest against mine and stopped.

But her hands kept moving. Seemingly not content with the ejaculate I had released, she kept jerking my cock, milking it for every drop of precious semen. The ongoing stimulation extended my orgasm, and I found my penis still pulsing to release more. The movement of her hands also smeared it out, coating her fingers, her palms, everything from the wrists down, in a layer of my slippery cum.

Finally relaxing, she withdrew her slimy member and, losing balance, she fell back onto her bum on the (thankfully clean) hotel carpet. She giggled a bit, then we fell silent for a few moments, catching our breath.

After that pause, she moved forward again, crawling on hands and knees. “Your arse looks incredibly sexy with cum leaking out of it like that,” she said.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” I replied. “I enjoyed it too. And next time, it will be in a position where you aren’t doing all the work. That’s only fair, after me just lying here twice while you make all the effort.”

“You’ll want to do it again?”

“Any time.” I tried to sit up to look at her, but winced as my body protested. “Except perhaps right now.”

“Oh no, I hurt you?!” she cried in dismay, jumping up to take me in her arms.

“It’s nothing, I’m just not used to some of these muscles getting this kind of workout,” I reassured her. “I fully intend to get lots of muscle training in with you.” I put my own arms around her, and we kissed.

“You’ll probably want to take a shower,” Hermia suggested after a long, comfortable phase of enjoying each others’ soft lips. “I can wait for mine until you are done, if you want.”

I counter-offered, “Or we could shower together…”

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That was three years ago. We are getting married next year. It would have been sooner, but we had to get some details cleared up around her legal gender, which turned out to be a mess in the documents. We are talking about adopting, although I suppose we could go the surrogate route. One from each of us, by the same surrogate mother, seems like too nice a balance not to explore.

If someone had told me that I would spend the rest of my life regularly sucking cock or getting fucked, before taking a load of semen in my mouth or ass, I probably would have punched them, or at least asked why they were so determined to insult me. But when it is with an absolute goddess like Hermia, let me tell you, that really stops being a problem fast.

My friends don’t understand how I managed to bag such a gorgeous girl. I haven’t told them – it really isn’t any of their business. I just tell them to keep an open mind, and leave it at that. I think they have probably concluded that it’s the fact that I absolutely and openly worship her that’s allowed me to punch far above my weight, which is true enough. Not literal goddess worship, I hasten to add. I may have speculated briefly about her divinity a couple of times, but there isn’t an altar in our house, and there isn’t going to be… unless maybe she decides that would be sexy, for a bit of a bedroom game.

So is that the message here? That love comes in many different forms, and you’ll miss out if you close yourself off to any of them? Or is it that bigotry is not an attractive trait, and you will lose more from it than just the partners you are rejecting? Maybe it’s that life is strange, and will take you in unexpected directions. Or maybe it’s just that dickgirls (sorry Hermia) are fucking hot!

All I know is that, if things ever go wrong between Hermia and I – I mean, surely she’s got to realize at some point that there are far more attractive guys than me out there who also aren’t bothered by unexpected items in the package area… Well anyway, if that were to happen, I would be looking for love on a much wider spectrum than before. I think my next partner would probably be a ‘normal’ woman, but if not, that will never be any kind of deal-breaker for me again.

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Well there we go, there’s my story. I hope you ‘enjoy’ reading ti as much as I ‘enjoyed’ writing it.

I might come back and revisit this subject area some time in the future, except have Hermaphrodite as a genuine ancient Greek deity, coming down from Mount Olympus to mess with the lives and libidos of 21st century humans. I fancy the narrative contour map could be fairly similar, but very different in tone. We’ll see.

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