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Sorry about forgetting this story ive decided to finish posting it by jefferson from wolfpub

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Magical Hearts chapter 3

Of love and The Duke: Chapter 3
The priestess was browsing the market and shops of house Morgan when she overheard the rumor that a blessed couple, a young wizard and Isabel Morgan have entered the tent of her father. The goddess spoke to her giving her the feeling that she must see the couple. She dropped what she was doing and immediately walked to the tent of Jeremiah Morgan.
Entering she witnessed for herself the couple glowing, and proclaim that they are a blessed couple. She lingered having the feeling she needed to witness a little more. The couple kissed again and she wondered why Jeremiah become irritated seeing them glow. It is a gift from the goddess to the couple.
The priestess watches in wonder as the young wizard displays and offers his dowry to Jeremiah. A large gold block that opens to present an astonishing number of uncut diamonds that are even more valuable than gold, she has never seen a dowry so large. Truly, a dowry fit for a princess. When she hears the young wizard proclaim it to be mere dust compared to his love, she can hear the truth in his words. She then takes her leave, thinking the goddess for letting her witness a love so great.
The priestess of Aphrodite returns to the Temple as quickly as she can walk, it would be undignified and lack the grace required of her if she ran. Entering the temple, she needed to discuss the events she has witnessed with the head priestess and what she had learned. After a long and intense discussion between the priestess and head priestess of Camarillo’s Temple of Aphrodite, they send a message by magical means to the high priestess in New Cowan. They fear the Duke has become unstable. They also know of the love’s discovery spell in limited time the couple have. The message simply informs the high priestess of what they intend to do, and request her blessing.
The priestess wondered why the Duke insisted on such a hastily performed wedding between Isabel and his youngest son. Even though house Morgan was quite wealthy, surely, other matches would be available for the young boy, someone of higher standing, another Royal closer to the King perhaps. Isabel’s dowry was quite extensive, but barely met what one would say expected for a commoner marrying a noble. Isabel had not truly wanted to wed the Duke’s son, a boy four years younger than she is.
It will take hours before the message received at New Cowan, and most likely the morning before reply sent. The head priestess does not believe there is enough time; she believed the wedding between Julius and Isabel should be this evening if possible. If the two give into their carnal lust, they would incur the wrath of Aphrodite, as tradition and experience in these matters have taught. The head priestess wondered if there would be time to summon the clan, and prepare the Temple for the wedding this evening. Surely if the girl is already married, the Duke would give up.
The Duke had been strongly insisting that the wedding performed as soon as Isabel could be located. Now with her return to the city, it fell to the priestess to inform the Duke that no ceremony between Isabel and his son will ever occur.
The head priestess orders that no one should perform the marriage ceremony requested by the Duke. To do so would be an affront to Aphrodite herself, not something any of her priestesses would ever consider doing. The head priestess retired to her chamber to pray for Aphrodite’s intervention, as she sent the priestess to inform the Duke.
The priestess enters the keep, requesting an audience with the Duke. An hour passed before she granted an audience with the Duke and brought to the lavish and over ornamented audience chamber where the Duke waited impatiently. She kneels before the Duke and begins to explain, “Your Lordship, with all humility I regret to inform you that your son’s wedding to Isabel Morgan cannot be performed.”
The Duke infuriated shouts, “You dare come before me to tell me you cannot do something your head priestess has already promised.”
The priestess tries to remain rational and calm, knowing it would be death to show anger at his superior attitude. It would not be the first time someone it had an audience with this particular Duke only to be struck dead by him. Sometimes she wondered why the King still has not replaced such an evil man, she wondered if the rumors were true that he was not even in the kingdom and had not been for years.
In a respectful voice she apologizes, “Your Lordship I am sorry, but we did not know that the goddess had other plans for the young woman. She has a blessed bonding to a young wizard. They must be married before the first night of the full moon.”
The Duke and his smug attitude questions, “Has this young wizard a name, and provided a dowry one greater than my sons.”
The priestess answers, “He is Julius, apprenticed to Justin of Benton. His dowry is her weight in gold, and a third of her weight in uncut diamond. I have beheld the treasure myself and it is far greater than any I have ever seen before. His love for her is strong sire; he called it mere dust compared to her. Their bond is so strong when they kiss they glow. Only a very few bonds have ever been blessed so by the goddess.”
The Duke was also a greedy bastard, and he knew how the laws worked. If Julius were unable to marry Isabel, his dowry would transfer to Isabel. Then upon Isabel’s wedding to his son, and her eventual death, untimely of course the treasure would be his sons, for him to take. The Duke pondered all this as the priestess kneeled there in front of him. Unknown to the Duke that their bond is so strong, so blessed that who would interfere with it risk the wrath of Aphrodite. One should know Aphrodite first is a woman, and hell knows no fury greater than a woman scorned, or in this case, a goddess scorned.
The Duke coming out of his throne he stocks forward, anger drips from him. Only two paces separate the kneeling and unmoving priestess, “If she had not run away, the wedding to my son would have been performed. I insist that their wedding be performed dowry or no.”
For the first time she raises her eyes to the Duke. In a shocked and concerned voice she warns, “Your Lordship to do so would be an affront to Aphrodite, and mean the death of both Julius and Isabel.” She drops her gaze, uncomfortable with the evil she sees in his face.
The sound of his sword as it withdrawn from its scabbard is the only sound otherwise in the silent audience chamber. The Duke orders, “You will perform the wedding ceremony.”
Again, the priestess raises her eyes and says, “No…” The next sound heard is the priestess’ lifeless body falling upon the floor.
A gasp from the Captain of the guards alerts the Duke to his presence, the guard Captain had been a leftover from the former Duke who he had taken over from five years ago. The Duke knew he suspected him and many of his wrongdoings, the message from the runner he had intercepted and killed earlier confirmed that. The Duke was going to either corrupt the man or see to his death, he had already been working to corrupt Captain Michael, but the captain had resisted. The Duke had another plan one he knew would work, as his loyal guards escorted the Captain’s wife and young daughters through the hall as the Captain turned seeing their presence.
The Duke waves the Captain over, “First I will have you know if you do not follow my orders I will kill you surely as I killed the priestess who failed me. Then I will enjoy your wife and daughters as your lifeless head looks on from the post of my bed.”
One look over his shoulder, after seeing the four evil man now holding his family the guard Captain’s resolve is broken, the look of defeat in his eyes tells the Duke all he wants to know. He orders to the guard Captain, “Follow me then or you know what will occur. We have business in the Temple.”
Meanwhile back at the tents of house Morgan a feast has been prepared. It is tradition that the wedding announcement held in such a manner. At the beginning of the feast, Jeremiah gives a toast to the newly betrothed. Jeremiah toast, “As you are aware, my daughter disobeyed me recently. She refused the Duke’s son. Running off to her uncle Justin, she ran into Remus on a dark night a werewolf attacked. Before his death, Remus managed to defend my daughter, and prove his love and bravery to the clan. Young Julius having heard the beginnings of the fight ran with all haste unfortunately he was not early enough to save Remus. In his own words, he found magic greater at that moment within him than he ever knew. He easily defeated the werewolf, and defended the life of my daughter.
Julius is a member of the clan because of his apprenticeship to my brother-in-law Master Wizard Justin. Therefore, falls under the laws of the clan, not being a direct blood relative to Isabel Morgan by those laws they are betrothed.
Isabel requested her uncle to do the discovery spell to verify Julius and her bonding. Justin perform the spell, finding them bonded strongly. The young wizard has provided an incredible dowry, greater than any I have ever seen. I give them my blessing.”
The clan cheers, and toast the betrothed. When the noise dies down Rebecca shouts, “Come on Isabel give him a kiss. I want to see you glow.” Isabel and I kiss; as the glow begins, there is a moment of stunned silence before it is broken with even greater cheers.
As the feast comes to its conclusion, the Captain of the guard appears. It almost looks as if he is fighting back tears, he so angry. He steps forward, and places a charm set of wrist restraints on me. I look at him questioning and he says, “The Duke orders your arrest.”
I ask, “Surely my arrest is not enough to anger you so greatly.”
Captain Michael whispers, “I watched the Duke murder the priestess of Aphrodite. Before I could gather enough loyal men to seize the Duke for his crime, he took my family hostage. I am sorry. I have no choice.”
I whisper in return, “For your family I will offer no resistance. If you promise, my family will be left alone.”
Michael whispers, “I will do what I can, I will put loyal men on the East gate tonight so they may slip away.”
The Duke with the smell of death about him strolls in to the tent. He behaves as if he is above all law and justice cannot touch him. Accompanied by four of his personal guards, who knows how many stand outside, walking up to Isabel he says, “I knew you would come to your senses, my son waits for you.” He roughly handles her, it is all that I can do not to break free of these shackles; I sense I have the strength. However, lives depend on my cooperation. The Duke pulls Isabel out of the tent, and I am led behind her. At least half the city guard is there, I knew then that the man was a coward.
Isabel pushed into a carriage, and a chain connected from the carriage back to my shackles. A momentary flash and I know the goddess’ judgment is coming and she will protect us. As the carriage pulls away at a trot, the Captain of the guard left behind. I can feel Justin’s anger boiled before I mentally tell him, clear the righteous from the city. Let none even look upon it until the sun rises tomorrow; you have until dusk, for the goddesses’ vengeance falls on the city tonight.
The Duke orders his driver to make better speed, yanking me from my feet, and dragging me over the ground, and yet the Duke orders him to move faster. I barely managed to get back to my feet, and at this pace I slam into walls nearly on every turn, the driver takes pity and slows down only to have the Duke screaming for him to speed up yet again. Even before we arrive at the Keep, I am already bloody and bruised.
Only the righteous heard the call, the ones who feared justice left quickly. In the years that I have not been within the gates of the city, many have fallen from the true path. The Duke’s corrupted guards seem to be blind to the people leaving. Captain Michael even managed to walk into the keep unopposed and retrieve his family and leave. The righteous took only what they could carry, leaving quickly in the four hours before sunset they all had departed the city and walked out of sight of the East gate. All seemed to fill the need to be away from the city, even the guards that did not follow the Duke closely left.
The Duke had decided to try me for treason at sunset. He needed the time to bring his lackeys and to exclude all others to ensure his victory by trial. He thought to direct justice down his chosen path, but sometimes justice is not that blind.
I was to endure four hours of torture before the sunset; my time had not yet come. I am beaten and thrown in a cell only to allow the guards to rest. Then removed from the prison cell to allow the guards to continue their evil game, one will punch me knocking me into the other and again. Finally, they chained me to a whipping post. Nevertheless, the hour of my salvation rapidly approached. As the whip reopens old scars on my back, the sun finally set, they dragged me bleeding and bruised to the audience chamber of the Duke. Chains were about my feet, their shackles still dug into my wrists, even in this dark hour I did not feel abandoned.
Thrown roughly to the floor only a few yards in front of the Duke, I still see the bloodstains from the priestess. I could hear Isabel’s soft cry above all other sounds even though the guards were shouting for my death.
My mind reaches out to Isabel, (Are you all right my love? Have they hurt you?)
Isabel’s mind answers, (They have been unable to break me, but they threaten that if I do not allow the Duke’s son to have his way, that you will be dead before morning.)
A smile is on my face as my mind reaches out again to Isabel, (Justice comes now my love. Only the wicked remain in the city, except us two prisoners. I say let us be prisoners no more.) With that thought my shackles drop from my wrists, the chains slip off my ankles and rattle on the floor. The bindings holding Isabel vanish, before anyone can react. Isabel and I rush to each other, we meet in a kiss in the glow instantly surrounds us.
Like always, our eyes close in the world outside vanishes. Isabel and I only exist in our kiss. Nothing will disturb us once were in our kiss. The wounds I suffered vanish under the glow that surrounds Isabel and me.
To the rest of the castle they hear the Duke screaming to have us killed, he orders his archers to fire. Each arrow vanishes in the glow that surrounds Isabel and I, and the glow grows brighter the longer we kiss, with each attack the glow grows brighter, with each attempt of violence the light that surrounds us grow stronger. The Duke orders his mages to attack, their magic rebounds and again the light becomes even more blinding.
Finally, the Duke himself using the same sword he struck down the priestess with steps forward trying to kill his hated enemy. The sword tip enters into the light and the Duke begins to scream as the sword begins to glow red-hot. Lightning travels down the length of the blade, the Duke screams in pain with every jolt that travels through him, the lightning arcs out striking all who followed his commands. The lightning continues on striking all who followed the Duke, the city glows now as the light travels with the lightning. No corner in the city left dark, not a single follower of the Duke left untouched.
As long as our kiss continues the light grows yet brighter, and nothing has caused us to break our kiss.
Justice has come, all of the wicked all who would do evil to his fellow man, who would deny love punished, only one left to witness that punishment, and he left unseeing and cannot feel, or taste his life would know no joy, so disfigured that all who saw him shriek and recoiled at his presence. No one would ever recognize him as the Duke. He could speak no orders and only knew pain and suffering, he would hear this shrieks and cries of fear at his approach, to remind him of the monster he is.
As the sun rose, the light took on a form, her hand touched our cheeks and we knelt before her presence. With a wave of her hand she sent the Duke away, no one would ever guess who he was.
All we felt was the overpowering love and joy in her presence. She placed our hands together and we draw back into a kiss, when we broke this time we were truly alone. When we kiss next, we found that we could leave our eyes open and see the glow for ourselves.
Hatred had struck at love, when love finally struck back nothing could stand against its power. All who denied love felt it sting, leaving them empty and lifeless. Perhaps that is the real lesson here; never deny love even if it is for someone else.

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Oh Brother (Part 2 of 3)

(Caution: this hot story ends, as a continuation, at a pivotal moment 🙂 )
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A few days have passed since that incredible night under the stars. My brother Bryce has acted like nothing had happened. If I didn’t know any better, I would think the whole thing was a dream. But I knew different. Maybe pretending nothing occurred between us was his way of coming to terms with what really did occur.
My pussy was still sore from the incredible sexcapade in the hot-tub. Jim, my boyfriend, certainly was a fantastic lover, who really knows how to use his equipment, and also defines staying power very well. I always need at least a few days to recuperate from the major pounding I receive from his hefty cock. Even though days had passed, I still had the feeling, whether just in my mind, of two huge cum shooting cocks embedded in my mouth and the other deep up within my wet pussy. I certainly held the fabulous visuals in the front of my mind. The entire scenario of having two cocks buried in me at the same time has always been a fantasy. I never imagined it would really happen, but now that it has, I long for it again. Since that beautiful night, every time I think of it, I get so excited and wet. And believe me, I have thought about it non-stop.
I took a long bubble bath before going to bed and lying there with my eyes closed I replayed that entire night. I saw every fine detail; every inch, every throb, every drop of delicious cum. Soon I was thrusting two fingers knuckle deep into my quim and sucking on two fingers as if they were a throbbing dick. I could not believe how this incident has consumed me entirely. If I don’t act on it soon, I thought, I’d go totally crazy.
Climbing out of the tub, I dried off quickly and threw on my robe. I headed downstairs to get a glass of water, but as I walked past Bryce’ bedroom door, I heard a sound that made me stop suddenly. I quietly placed my ear closer to his door. No it was not the television as I first thought. Instead I heard Bryce saying my name repeatedly. “Yesss Brandi, oh yes…oh yea that’s it Brandi…fuck me sweet sis…” It was barely audible but loud enough to hear every word. I could also hear other sounds that grasped my curiosity. I reached out and turned the doorknob; unlocked, I excitedly learned. Slowly I turned the handle and the door quietly opened. I pushed it ajar about two to three inches. It took only a second for my eyes to adjust to the rooms surroundings.
Bryce lay on his back on his bed, totally naked. His eyes were closed tightly as opposed to mine, which were now open as wide as silver dollars. He had his hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock and he was masturbating slowly. I was mesmerized as his hand slid up and down the length of hard flesh. My eyes were glued to his magnificent hard-on. The swollen purple head glistened with leaking precum. Only did I look away, when his words filled the room. Again he was saying my name intermingled with sexual content. He was fantasizing that I was on top of him and he was fucking me. I instantly felt the tingling sensation between my legs as a watched him. Soon Bryce quickened his pace and started muttering the words “yesss here it comes sis, I’m going to fill your tiny puss full of cum”, he barely got the words out when his hand stopped, held his cock at the base tightly and then let go. His semen shot out forcefully. The first glob went up over his head towards the headboard; the second hit his shoulder. The next few throbs released cum onto his chest and belly. I could see the streams of spunk streak across his tanned chiseled abdomen. His face was twisted almost pain-like as he released his torrent of hot sticky cum. Cum that I, mentally, had caused. I smiled at the thought.
To prevent getting caught spying, I looked once more at my brothers gorgeous cock which was now deflating, and then silently closed the door. I went to bed feeling so naughty and fell asleep with the beautiful thoughts of what I just witnessed.
It was Friday night around 11:00pm when I came home angry. Jim and I had a great night out until we ended up in a stupid argument and I left his house in a huff. My phone was ringing off the hook as I got home, tossed my purse onto my bed and kicked my shoes off. I didn’t answer it however, knowing it was Jim wanting to apologize. I would let him sleep on his rudeness for a night. I quickly disrobed and put on just a T-shirt, as no one was home I didn’t bother leaving on any underwear. I went downstairs to the kitchen fixed a bowl of chips, poured a glass of milk, and then headed to the den to see what was on TV.
Mom and Dad were out at one of Dad’s corporate parties. Knowing they’d be drinking heavily they were to stay the night at the hotel where the event was being held. Bryce had gone out on the girl prowl with his best friend John and I couldn’t help but wonder what lucky girl my brothers’ fat cock was thrusting in to. “Some cheerleader probably”, I stated out loud with envy as I retrieved the remote control and laid back into the couch pillows under an afghan. Somewhere during the episode of “Sex in the City”, I guess I dozed off.
I opened my sleepy eyes slowly at the sudden sexual sounds that filled the now non-lit room and glanced to the television. Two men were screwing a gorgeous blonde kneeling on all fours. I heard my brother and John laughing and crudely commenting on what they witnessed on the screen. By the way they spoke, I could tell that they had been drinking and were feeling pretty good. As I feigned sleep, I watched the movie they obviously bought; “It sure as hell wasn’t cable”, I thought to myself. One guy lay under the girl and was thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy. The second guy was straddling her from behind, holding her long hair like reigns and pounding his huge cock into her ass. The girl was screaming and writhing in absolute pleasure as both slippery cocks slid in and out of the girl’s two overly stretched holes. My mind again started wandering aimlessly, wishing I were that girl. I felt my pussy get increasingly damp the longer I watched. I felt my nipples pressing against the thin cotton fabric of my T-shirt, and with each heavy breath they rubbed gently against the fabric. As the two guys sped up and synchronized their thrusting, I had to suppress my moans as I watched them withdraw their throbbing dicks, then one at a time, spray the lovely girl down with their hot, huge loads of jism.
Bryce broke the sexual ice with his sudden comment, “damn I’d love to do that with my sister”. John just laughed and said, “You are one sick fucker you know that. But I guess having a sister that is as hot as yours, could cause a guy to think that way.” I was smiling at the sweet comments and wondering what I could do to get something started. With the movie, the comments, and all my wicked thoughts, I had become unbearably horny. I had an idea.
After a few minutes, I tactfully and slowly inched my T-shirt up enough that I knew my bare pussy would be in full view, and then, still pretending I was asleep, I tossed and turned slightly, kicking the afghan down just enough to reveal myself. As I felt the cool air of the room suddenly caress the dampness of my womanhood, I knew I was totally exposed.
It was only a matter of a few seconds that I heard the two guys whispering. Barely opening my eyes I saw them looking at my crotch with lustful eyes. Bryce suddenly moved towards me and whispered my name, “Brandi, Brandi, are you awake?” I continued to pretend I was sound asleep. “She is out cold,” he said to John. “She looks so hot man,” he said. They were then whispering too quietly to hear. I kept my eyes closed, knowing they were close to me. The next thing I felt was the afghan being slowly taken away. Then very gently my outside leg was lifted up and draped off the edge of the couch to the floor. I knew my legs were now spread and my pussy was very accessible to anything. I stirred slightly just as someone would that was sleeping.
The next thing I felt took me by total surprise. I felt the wet warmth of a tongue licking my inner thighs. Gently it lapped at my tender skin working its way upward. I felt the hot breath against my now wet pussy and then the tongue slowly slid up the outer edges of my excited lips. I did everything I could to not moan out loudly. I felt the tip of the tongue push, gently pry me open, and then slither its way into my tight opening. No hands or fingers were touching me at all, just a tongue. Oh but what a talented tongue it was. Embedded deep inside me now, wiggling artistically around, it lapped at my inner walls. I opened my eyes just slightly to see that it was my brother who was tongue lashing me with such perfection. Out of the corner of my eye I could see John standing, watching, and rubbing the crotch of his jeans.
I felt my hips involuntarily begin to swivel slightly and quiet moans escaped my sleeping lips. “She’s waking up” I heard John say, almost panic like. Immediately the tongue was removed from my pussy and again Bryce called out my name. I did not respond, but silently I was upset that he stopped. I smiled inside as he began licking me again. This time he licked my entire pubic region. He commented to John about how my newly shaven pussy was as smooth as a babies butt and so sweet. I had shaven totally, just recently, and every day I shave my legs, I shave my pussy, keeping it as smooth as silk always. I don’t know what it is about a bald pussy, but it drives the guys wild.
Bryce lapped at my cunny like it was a Popsicle or something, completely covering it with his warm tongue. Every now and then it would slip in between my pussy lips and lap all the way up. Suddenly he stopped and then gently locked his lips onto my clit and using his tongue and his lips he worked my clit over like I have never ever felt. I could not help but moan out loudly and my eyes opened wide. I screamed out “oooohhhhh Godddd yessssss….pppleeeease don’t stop..oh pppleeeeaaaasssseeee yesssss.” He did not stop, whether he wanted to or not, my hands grasped his hair and pulled his mouth firmly into my mound.
I begged for him to continue as I placed one foot on the coffee table and the other onto the back of the couch. I spread my legs almost into the splits. He continued the ravishing assault on my clit with his sucking lips and swirling tongue. I was sucked right into heavenly bliss, pussy first. As the first shudders of my orgasm raced through my body, he sensed this and stopped abruptly. I screamed for him to not stop, but he did. He stood and quickly took off his shirt, almost ripping it off. Bryce looked at John and told him to lose his clothes too. Then I watched as my brother undid his jeans, lowered them swiftly, underwear included and kicked them off. He was already erect and his huge cock reared up its ferocious head, followed by a fat rippled shaft that protruded from a tuft of curly hair.
I watched as John more apprehensively disrobed. He too was sporting a nice erection. He grasped it and pumped it in his fist a few times. I watched as his balls bounced between his legs. My eyes quickly turned to Bryce who was also pumping his cock. I couldn’t help but notice how perfect his cock looked. It was about 8; maybe 9 inches long, actually bigger than I prefer, and very thick. It had a perfect upward bend, just slightly and was otherwise perfectly straight. The head was perfectly proportioned to the shaft. And the veins, ooohhh the veins. They rippled so predominantly around the length of his meat. It was definitely a picture perfect cock.
He kneeled again before my spread legs and again began munching on my now dripping pussy. His hands pushed and squeezed my spread thighs as his mouth continued to work me over. He then sat up, grasped both legs, and turned me around so my pussy was square to the edge of the couch, and in line with his raging dick. I watched as he took his trophy cock in one hand and gently open me with his other. He then placed the excited head to the tight entrance of my Promised Land. With a gentle thrust he pushed the head inside with a pop. I felt my lips stretch wider than they ever have before and wrap tightly around the intruding member. They closed around the ridge of the bulbous glands at the start of the long shaft. I breathed in heavily at the first feeling of his immensely thick penis.
He did not move for a few minutes as I got accustomed to his size. Then he began the slow descent into my hot, tight tunnel. My pussy felt as if it were being ripped. “He was so thick”, I thought to myself. He continued to push, gradually pulling back then slowly pushing again. Inch after inch of super hard cock flesh entered my tightness and eventually was embedded completely. I screamed with each throb as the tip was touching me deeper than I had ever been touched. Bryce’ pubic hair tickled my bald pussy as I clamped onto his unbelievable cock. I could feel his balls squished up against my ass. I could not help but think of how heavenly it felt and then the realism struck that it was my brother’s cock that was buried so deep inside my pussy; my brother’s cock that hurt so good.
After a little while he began to move, slowly at first, then much more quickly. I watched as his cock pulled all the way out and then slid back in, all the way. Over and over he did this and I watched as his cock glistened more and more with my juices. The shaft was now coated with my excitement. With each thrust of his manhood, a scream and moans exited my throat. I am definitely a screamer, a very verbal lover. When I’m getting fucked, believe me the whole neighborhood could know. “For shit sakes John,” Bryce then said, “will you please do something to stop her screaming.” It took only a second for John to be standing on the couch, one leg on each side of me and his hard-on thrust into my mouth. His swollen cock instantly muffled my screams. As I sucked on John’s cock, Bryce began to fuck me much harder. As the pleasure began to grow, so did the pain that his huge thrusting cock was causing. My screams were much more intense now, which only seemed to excite John even further. He was now sliding his penis in and out of my mouth just as fast as Bryce fucked my cunt. I could feel the cum-carrying balls both slamming against my ass and my chin.
It was only a matter of time before John screamed out his arriving pleasure. I placed my hands on his ass and held him there as I felt his cock explode in my mouth. I drank as he spurted and spurted. His cum was so hot as it slid down my throat. Never letting his cock out of my mouth, I felt him throb repeatedly, as he emptied his entire load into my throat. I reached around to his cock and squeezed his balls gently. I took his pulsating member in my hand and squeezed it upward, licking up any remaining goo that I appeared at the tip. I continued to lick and suck on John’s cock well after it began to go limp. I did this until his legs were ready to give out. He climbed down off the couch and went and sat down in a chair across from us.
I reached down and held onto Bryce’ hips as he continued to thrust his mighty dick in and out of me. Again I was moaning and screaming with each powerful thrust. “I have dreamed of this,” he said to me. “I have longed to feel your pussy wrapped around me, Brandi. Now I finally have and it is much better than any dream I ever had.” Through my moans I told him that since the hot tub incident, I hadn’t stopped wishing to feel his cock inside me. He grunted and thrust himself harder. I could feel his cock head pounding up inside of me. I clamped my legs around his back until he grabbed them and brought them up over his shoulders. In this position his cock felt even bigger and longer. He thrust into me so much deeper now. From the fucking that my dear brother was giving me, my emotions were running wild, and my immense orgasm was racing forward.
With every powerful thrust he lifted my ass right off the couch. He reached forward and pushed my T-shirt up revealing my breasts. He grasped the full flesh in his hands and massaged them. My nipples perked up further against his palms. He then began pumping his cock at a furious pace. His hips were a blur as they drove his nine inches of flesh in and out of me. Suddenly withdrawing completely, he stood up, took his cock in his hand and then released it. I watched as the tip erupted like a volcano. His white hot cum sprayed across my face and my tits. He came over and over, soaking me with his seed. I licked up the semen that was on my lips and savored the sweet taste of my brother. I rubbed the hot cum around on my breasts and belly and then brought my hands to my lips to lick clean. I love the taste of cum. I watched his hand slide up and down his cock finishing off his powerful orgasm, until I was wearing every last drop of his sweet sperm. I leaned up, feeling the cum tickle my breasts and tummy as it slowly trickled down my skin, I grasped Bryce’ softening cock and took it in my mouth. The taste of my own juices mingling with his cum was deliciously intoxicating. I licked every inch of his glorious cock clean.
My pussy throbbed from the tremendous fucking I just received. It was sore from the friction the sheer monster had made against my tender insides. But I still wanted more. My orgasm was right there and had been building for a while now. John was ready to go again, and Bryce asked him if he wanted to fuck his sister. John’s eyes gleamed and he quickly replied “hell yea”. Bryce told him to lie on his back on the floor. “Brandi wants to ride you to heaven and beyond.” As John lay down, his heavy cock really got my interest as it slapped against his lower belly. Bryce said he’d be right back and left the room. I didn’t hesitate at all in moving toward John and straddling his hips. Once in position, I quickly grabbed his new erection and directed it to my well-fucked pussy. I sat straight down on him. As wet as I was, John’s nice cock slipped into the hilt, fairly easy. Still as tight as I was, I felt the lips stretch to accommodate his girth. Not nearly as big as Bryce, his cock actually felt much better. It was closer to the size I prefer.
He immediately began thrusting his penis into me. Soon he was lifting his ass all the way up off the carpet to pound his pole into me. I reached up and removed my T-shirt and threw it aside. John took advantage of this, pulling me forward, his mouth sought out my nipples and sucked on them hard. “Damn girl, you have the sweetest body I have ever seen. And these tits, they’re perfect.” He again went to nibbling and sucking on the globes of flesh. Soon Bryce came back into the room drinking a beer and announced that he was going to try something new. “I just know my lil’ sister has been longing to feel this. So I shall make her fantasy come true.” I was slightly puzzled at what he was up to. It didn’t take long to find out.
He rewound the tape in the VCR to the blonde getting fucked by the two guys. Immediately I felt a shiver go up my spine as I learned what his intentions were. “No way”, I immediately shouted out, “There’s no way I’m taking a cock up my ass. I have never done that and don’t want to start now. AND I’m certainly NOT going to start with yours, even if I did want to try. Your dick is way too big.” “Even better”, he replied, “A virgin ass, that I get to have first. I promise I’ll be gentle. Hold her John”. John quickly wrapped his arms around my back and held me tight. My breasts mashed against his chest. For the first time I could smell the alcohol on his breath and realized suddenly that these two were still quite drunk. I was competing against two strong guys that were fueled by hormones, alcohol, and lust and driven by the scent of an excited, wet pussy.
I panicked and fought against John’s grip but to no avail. I also pleaded with my brother to please stop. “This was just not funny any more,” I screamed out. The more I fought and wiggled the more I felt John’s cock throbbing inside my cunt. The more I screamed and panicked, the more excited my brother seemed to become. “C’mon sis, you know you want this. Two big cocks buried in you, side by side,” he said. “Both thrust up into your depths. Every woman fantasizes about that. Hell the only thing missing will be a third cock crammed in your throat to muffle your screams,” he continued. “Trust me, you will love it.”
He was right; I did want it and would love it, but was petrified. The sheer size of his cock scared me more than anything. Surely he would injure my tiny virgin ass. I felt him behind me and realized that I was in a perfect position for him to take my ass if he wanted to. The tiny puckered entrance was inviting him to come in and play. Skewered by John’s steel-hard cock and held down by him, I knew I could not escape the impending ass fuck I was about to receive. My mind was racing in a million different directions looking for a way out…
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An idea that if the girl is the reader it will make it a bit more interesting, and make up for my awful writing skills.

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Desert Road trip with Elysa

This is the first of a series of stories from my wilder, younger days. Partly a challenge to get myself writing more prolifically, and partly an exercise in nostalgia. I’ll keep writing them as long as people are interested!

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Games with Authority – Ch 1

The party had been wild, you seventeen.
When it was busted you and three of your girlfriends ended up together, giggling drunk, sharing a cold cell. Finally they’d had to switch off the lights to shut you up.
You were rudely woken at dawn – cold, hungover and aching from the rough concrete floor – by the heavy cell door clanging open. The officer selected one of your two friends, sharing the relative comfort of the narrow bed head to toe, and took her away, locking the door behind him.
You were still groggy, sick in your stomach, when she was brought back threequarters of an hour later stark naked, tangle of skimpy party clothes clutched to her chest, sandals hanging from her fingers. Her cheeks were red and . She droped her clothes to the floor as the door slammed closed, covered her face and started to sob.
“My god! What did they do to you?” one of your friends asked, stupidly.
“What do you fucking think they did to me?” she yells “two dirty old fucking cops gave me ten strokes of the cane, that’s what they did to me – and you’re all getting the same, plus 20 hours community service”.
“But I’ll tell you what, the caning’s not the worste bit, the worst bit’s stripping in front of those smirking dirty old fuckers, being strapped down legs apart so they can get a good look between your legs and being made to walk back here through the station, in front of dozens of people, like this –
naked”. The tears have dried up with her sudden anger and she starts to dress, leaving her panties off.
As she finished dressing the door swung open again, and it was your turn. You were lead from the cell by two officers, one you guessed to be in his early thirties the other mid forties. They said nothing as they lead you to the superintendents cluttered office and handed him your rap sheet.
He gave it only a cursory glance, not bothering to acknowledge your presence, “same as the others?”, “yes Sir”, “OK” he signed the bottom of the form with a flourish and handed it back to the older officer – “the same for her; 10 strokes and 20 hours – take her downstairs”.
Before you could object you were led from his office, a firm grip on your forearm. They pushed you in front of them down the corridor, through the station. You could feel them looking you up and down appreciatively, finally the younger sniggered “you know what … I think I’m going to enjoy this one even more than her friend – don’t you just love these naughty little tenagers and their little strip shows?” to you know, “can’t wait to see your little tits and tight pussy girl”.
Your your cheeks flushed in embarrassed trepidation of the upcoming act of punishment and humiliation.
Finally they lead you down a clanking metal stairwell to the basement where a woman officer stood waiting in front of another heavy iron cell door.
Inside thie cell was even more depressing than the one you shared with your girlfriends, just a few square metres of windowless dirty whitewashed concrete, a single low watt bulb hanging, hot, on a length of cable, from the ceiling and a cheap steel legged formica table bolted to the floor square in the middle of the floor. Four pairs of handcuffs hung, two from corners of the tabletop and two around oposing legs, ready to restrain you.
The female officer locked the cell door and stood, barring the exit, arms crossed, indifferent and bored. She’d been witness dozens of times before and doesn’t care – she’s a token legal requirement when a female offender is to be naked with male officers.
Turning to face you, both grinning, the older of the officers pointed at your chest; “it’s time – strip”.
When you didn’t move he started again, more slowly “take off your clothes, your jewellery; absolutely everything and leave it on the floor. Offenders are to be completely naked when they receive punishment”.
With no choice, and not wanting to subject yourself to an assisted strip you started to undress. It didn’t take long, your thin party clothes little impedemant to imminent nudity, your sandals, tee-shirt, then shorts joined one another in an untidy pile on the floor between you and the police officers. Then, with your cheeks flushed hot, your skimpy black bra and panties topped the pile and you were naked.
“Jewellery” the younger officer reminds you – and your earrings, necklace and watch fell in turn on top of your bunched up panties.
They made short work of strapping you down. Bending you roughly to double up over the tables edge and clamping your wrists out in front of you at opposing corners of the table. Then crouched at your feet to enjoy your utter humiliation as they slowly pulled your legs wide and cuffed your ankles to the table legs.
“Cute pussy”. You didn’t know which of them whispered it to you as they stood again.
The ten strokes were applied quickly and mercilessly. You writhed in agony with each seering stroke and tried in vain to hold back the tears and screams. By the fourth stroke you were no longer able to and began to struggle ineffectually against your bonds, trying somehow to escape the next blow, howling your agony into the soundproofed room. Tears ran over your hot cheeks and fell to the tabletop in front of you.
It was over as quickly as it started, you don’t remember being released or having your bundle of clothes thrust into your hands. You do remember the humiliation of the long walk through the station back to the cell and your girlfriends, policemen those being interviewed looking up from their desks to smirk at the naked young woman as she’s lead between them.
———
This time, in your mid thirties, you’ve been stopped at a checkpoint returning from a late night at the office. The tax disk on your steady boyfriends car is a month out of date – 40 strokes and 40 days in jail, a well publicised punishment and the end of your career amongst other things.
They’ve left you alone in the squad car whilst they try their luck picking up other offenders to make the trip back to the station worthwhile. You look down at yourself, dreassed in your best office clothes; a short sleeved ivory satin blouse, charcoal grey knee-length pencil skirt, slit up the back, dark pantyhose slicking your long legs and shiny patent heels. Underneath your boyfriends favourite underwear is hidden, skimpy and black.
You realise there’s not a lot you won’t do, or risk to avoid this punishment – quite aside from the remembered pain and humiliation of the beating, now four times as many strokes, there’s the fact that 40 days in jail will loose you your job, your apartment and quite possibly your boyfriend.
After a lonely hour the police officers return to the car with two more offenders, young men. They let one in each side of the car so that you’re sandwiched between them straddling the central column. They’re damp from standing in the insistent drizzle whilst the police took their particulars, neither looks happy or utters a word.
The two officers, a man and a woman, remove their regulation waterproofs and get into the front seats, the man on the drivers side. The car starts and pulls away from the curb slowly.
Five minutes into the journey you realise the officers are dawdling, taking a very long back street route to the station. There might be a chance; you lean forward to the perforated Perspex that separates passengers from drivers, clear your throat, “officers, is there some way we can make this problem go away?”
“Are you offering a bribe to an officer of the law?”. The response appears to preclude any leeway.
The car rolls on through the night. After a few more minutes of silence, still no nearer the station, the woman in the passenger seat turns, opens a small hatch into the rear of the squad car and dangles the keys to your handcuffs between thumb and forefinger; “take your clothes off”.
You have to twist awkwardly in the confined space to turn your back to her and take the proffered keys. You close your eyes head down, your hair hanging over your face, as you fumble to insert the key in the cuffs and turn it. One of the hoops slides open with a sequence of clicks, and you’re free. You rub the circulation back into your wrists after you hand the cuffs and key back through the little hatch, and it is closed.
Knowing they will quickly loose interest if you hesitate you draw forward on the seat and start to undress. You unbutton your satin blouse in the, knowing their eyes will be aclimatised to the gloom by now, and shuck if off your shoulders and down your arms, revealing your pert breasts cupped in your thin black bra. Glancing up you catch the drivers eyes in the rear view mirror and feel the hot expectant gaze of the other passengers. You drop your blouse into the lap of the boy on your right, you don’t want it to get ruined in the footwell.
You edge your buttocks further forward in the seat, until your pantyhose’d knees rest against the Perspex divider between passenger and driver cabins, your elbows underneath you pushed against the other passengers, arching your back to raise your bum from the seat, inadvertently pointing your breasts at the ceiling, you work your skirt around your waist to bring button and zip to the front. As you do you meet the quizzical gaze of one of the boys sitting next to you. He gives you a quick shy smile and nods, suggesting you continue.
You slide back to a sitting position to undo your skirt, put one hand on the seat behind you again to raise your bum so that you can use the other hand to shuck the skirt over your bottom and panties and down to your knees. Sliding back in the seat you bend double to undo the ankle straps of your patent black heals, discard them in the footwell and strip your skirt off, folding it quickly and dropping it on top of your blouse in your neighbors lap, catching his gaze as you do so, he winks.
As you edge the first of your pantyhose down your thigh two handed the squad car rolls through the derelict gates of a dark foboding disused factory on the industrial outskirts of town. Slowly, tires crunching on gravel, making it’s way deeper into the compound as you toss the first bunched up pantyhose into the footwell and start on the second. By the time you’ve removed the second the drivers found a dark secluded corner, an overhanging tree hiding you from the moonlight now that the rain has ceased and night sky cleared, pulled to a stop and killed the lights. The driver turns, with a grin, to join the others watching you strip, you meet his gaze and he smiles and nods for you to continue.
You arch your back forward and reach both hands to the small of your back and the fiddly clasp of your bra, biting your lip as you work it open. The female officer, without looking away from you, reaches to the ceiling, feels around until she finds what she wants and, just as you are pulling your bra off your tits and painfully erect nipples, presses a switch and the central of three small reading lights flicks on over your head, illuminating your sordid little strip show. You can no longer see the officers in the drivers compartment, reflections in the dividing Perspex hiding them from you, but you know they’re still watching intently.
You cup your breasts in your hands and role your nipples between finger and thumb, eyes closed, seeing the reading light red through your upturned eyelids. But the male officer is impatient for the show to go on; “no need to mess about – get your panties off” after a brief pause he adds “slut”, just to make you feel good about what you’re doing.
Knowing what’s required of their “slut” you slide down until your back is flat on the seat, your head bent forward umcomfortably, your bottom hanging out over the footwell and plant your bare feet on the cold Perspex divider, your knees wide and legs doubled back, your half translucent panties pulled taught. Your breasts hang flat against your chest, your still erect nipples pointing slightly outwards. Your neighbors lean in over you and you can see the silloutes of the officers peering at you illuminated from behind by moonlight through the windscreen.
You slip your panties over your buttocks, until the elastic taught around the top of your thighs, their translucent crotch taught between your legs a centimeter above your pussy, hiding it, then you pull the dark triangle of material up to your belly and hold it there for a few seconds, letting them take a good long look at the pink sensitive frills of your pussy and neat little triangle of carefully cropped pubic hair, spreading your knees wider until the muscles of your inner thighs stand rigid, splaying yourself for their viewing pleasure.
Quickly you put your knees together, slide your panties over them and, leaving them hanging from one ankle spread yourself again, stark naked.
The woman instructs you from the dark of the drivers cabin; “play with yourself, get your pussy wet, spread it for them”. You comply, putting two fingers in your mouth, taking them out glistening with saliva and running them down your cleavage, and belly until they’re stroking, caressing and moistening yourself. As you feel yourself release slick fluids you push your fingers deeper and then part them in a victory sign, spreading yourself, exposing your pink insides, tight vagina and your engorged clitoris dangling in the middle. With the other hand you play with your clitoris with increasing urgency, until you’re ready, and plunge two fingers to the hilt deep inside your silky wet hole to frig yourself roughly.
The little hatch flips open between your legs, the blunt black end of the female officers night stick is offered to you; “get it inside you” she instructs, voice hoarse. Retracting your fingers, soden with lubricating fluids you grasp the end of the shaft with one hand, spreading yourself even wider with the other, and slowly run its hard blunt end up and down between your lips to lubricate it. It’s thick and unforgiving, too wide for you to get in easily, it takes both hands to spread yourself wide enough to get the tip through the tight ring of vaginal muscle, you arch backwards and a loud moan escapes you involuntarily as the baton is roughly twisted and thrust up you from the other side of the hatch. She forces three inches of it inside you before beginning to languorously fuck you with it, twisting it slowly in and out. The men are enjoying watching you squirm, abandoned in this rough perversion, your hot breath has steamed up the side windows and the beads of sweat pool on your flushed chest and a trickle down between your breasts.
Finally she withdraws the baton, the hatch closes and you collapse back into the seat panting for breath, mopping the sweat from your brow, allowed to relax for a few seconds.
“Now, I’ve waited long enough”, it’s the female officer. “Get these boys out of their pants, I want to see their cocks – you can leave them cuffed”.
Complying, you turn to the boy on your left, look him in the eye, grin and wink, and brush your folded blouse and skirt from his lap. Daintily you pluck his belt, button and fly apart, fold his jeans open, to where his erect penis is pushing against his boxer shorts trying to escape. Briefly you push the thin cotton apart revealing his head to you alone as your body is twisted in front of him hiding him from the wpc. Then you put your arms around his waste, grip his jeans at the back, and with him raising his buttocks slightly, yank his trousers and briefs roughly down to his thighs, watching amused as his cock springs to rigid attention, freed from the constraining material. A few more shoves and you manage to get his trousers and pants around his ankles.
Sitting back, you hook his nearest knee over your leg, put your lips to his ear and whisper, loudly enough for everyone to hear, “spread, bitch!”.
He obliges, sliding forward on the now sweat slippery seat, jacking his knees further apart, his engorged helmet bouncing against his taught belly. You cup one hand gently around his balls, thumb and forefinger wrapped around the base of his shaft, you jerk him gently, pointing him at where you know the woman to be sitting unseen – “what do you want me to make this bitch do?” you ask. “play rough with him”, comes the answer.
He’s helpless, hands still cuffed behind his back, as you pull, squeeze, roll, slap, lick and nip playfully at his cock and balls, making sure the womans view is unobstructed, you ask him repeatedly, with a playful grin, “do you like it bitch? you want it harder bitch?” when his cock is slick with sweat you bend over it an take it into your mouth, lapping up the salty savoriness of it, pushing it down deep, unable to breath, until you can take no more in and pull back, gagging.
You turn to the other boy, “ready to show her your cock?” you ask and, without waiting for an answer, yank his trouser open and down around his knees. You get on all fours across the back seat, your legs in the other guys lap, your buttocks in his face as you take the next guy straight into your mouth, bobbing up and down over his cock enthusiastically whilst trying to get into a position where the other man can use his tongue on you, eventually wrapping one leg around the back of his neck and forcing your wet pussy into his face, not caring about his tongue, mastabating yourself on his face, nose and chin.
When you stop and turn and kiss him hard you can taste your sweet secretions all over him. You sit back between them, relaxing a second, a hand on each ramrod cock, teasing slowly as you draw breath.
“Play time’s over – time for you to fuck”, it’s the man, the command in his voice clear.
You swing your legs over one of the boys at random, helping him to shuffle into the middle of the seat, reach between your legs to spread yourself, the other hand on his chest, then lower yourself onto him, you’re so wet he slips in easily. You start to fuck, gyrating yor hips slowly, letting them watch as you slide onto and off him, rubbing your tits in circles on his chest, licking his face.
After a minute the gruff mans voice comes from behind the Perspex shield; “You” he’s talking to the unoccupied boy, “get your hands to the hatch so I can uncuff you”. In order to let him to the hatch you have to slide the boy you’re fucking down flat onto the seat and let him slide into the footwell awkwardly bending over the pair of you. You hear the cuffs slide undone.
“Now, get on top of her”
You stop undulating on the boy beneath you and wait as the next one climbs on top, slips one arm around your neck so that he can hold you down, grips his cock in the other hand and lays it carefully along the sweaty crease of your buttocks. Quickly he raises himself to make room and runs the head of his rock hard member between your buttocks until you can feel it pushing against your puckered arsehole. You try to relax. He pushes harder into you, at the same time pushing you down by the neck, risking the other boy sliding out, you gasp and arch backwards until your sweaty cheek is resting against his as he penetrates your tight sphincter and slowly twists himself into you inch by inch. Once he’s in up to his hilt you both relax a second, you feeling impaled, the two fat cocks stuffing you, only an inch apart inside you.
You are helpless to contribute as they both start to thrust and withdraw, squirming above and below, sandwiching you between them, you close your eyes, bite your lip and moan without control as they simultaneously fuck and sodomise you, sometimes in rhythm, sometimes juxtoposition.
You take it for as long as you can, finally in drooling delirium climb up the boy beneath you to escape and evacuate them, gasping for breath in the sweaty humid confines of the passenger cabin.
You take control again, shove the boys to either side of the cabin and get up onto the seat on elbows and knees, give them your mouth and pussy, let one fuck you whilst you service the other with your mouth, hard and urgently.
You turn around to share your favours fairly.
Finally you feel both of them reaching the point of no return, pull off them and slide into the footwell, head back mouth open, breasts ready for the photo finish you know the watchers want. Grasping both boys around balls and hilt you draw them in over you, let them masturbate themselves urgently, occasionally drawing one or the other of them to you and sucking his head quick and hard.
They cum almost simultaneously, twin hot jets squirting onto your cheeks, lips and into your open mouth, running down your face into your hair and down your neck and cleavage. They squeeze more out onto your tits and then shake the last drops so that they fall randomly all over you. You swallow the viscus salty cum that they ejaculayed into your throat and then take each rapidly deflating member into your mouth and suck it clean before falling back into the seat to clean yourself as best you can – licking around your mouth, rubbing the cum out of your eyelashes on the back of your hands and scraping as much of it as you can from your cheeks.
The boy on your left has already pulled his pants back on, the woman officer dangles the key for the others cuffs through the hatch so that you can free him and he can dress. You lie back naked as they do, strangely pleased with yourself, you never thought you had it in yourself to be that wantonly abandoned and it had been an extremely exciting and satisfying experience, you long ago lost count of how many times you’d orgasmed. You reach into the footwell and slip your blouse over your shoulders, leaving it undone and soaking up some of the rapidly cooling drops of cum, you collect your bra, panties, hose and skirt in your lap and wait.
“You two boys can fuck off now and walk back to your car, we have some unfinished business to see to with the chick”, the door locks click open And they get out without complaining about the two kilometre walk through the unlit streets back to their car. As they walk away you hear one of them say to the other “well that was an unexpected turn of events …” then they are gone into the night.
If you thought that was to be the end of things you’d have put your clothes back on, but you hadn’t. The woman turns to you; “we were only bringing those boys in for a record check anyway, they’d forgotten their ID’s”.
They both get out of the car, her for a cigarette, him to slide into the backseat next to you. She sits on the fender facing away smoking languorously, not wanting to see what her partner does with you.

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Amy’s Rape

Part 1 of a multipart story. Mother is raped, daughter finds her. This isn’t a true story. Constructive comments are appreciated.

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The Stand

The Stand
I bought a German Sheppard two years ago. A friend had some puppies and offered to sell me one. I had always wanted a dog, never had one and decided why not? He was a great pet. We would go for walks and he would keep me company on nights when I didn’t have my kids staying over. Plus my kids loved him. He listened well and never gave me a hard time. Maybe some unwanted face licking, usually in the morning when he wanted out and I was still asleep. He seemed to know that would immediately wake me up. My children named him George. I know not why. But it actually seemed to fit him.
Living alone and not always having a steady girlfriend (they all hated being second in line behind my kids), I had a habit of finding ways to keep myself entertained. My toy collection grew over the years since my divorce. It wasn’t intentional, it just sort of happened. I’d see a toy online, think it looked cool and buy it. When I received it I’d play with it for a few days or weeks and then put it in my collection. Rarely to be used ever again.
I read about self bondage on the internet and I quickly became a fan. I felt some weird need to try it. Once I tried it I fell in love. The helplessness. The frustration. The horniness that inevitably became part of every scenario I tried. It was all good. I learned quickly that being tied, cuffed or restricted meant I had to keep the bedroom door closed. My dog was a nosy kind of guy and nothing would ruin a good scenario for me than having him try to bound into the room looking to play when all I wanted to do was try to get out of my self inflicted bondage or bask in the glow of being restrained.
About six months ago I saw plans for a locking stand on the internet. I knew as I read about it and saw the pictures that I would have to build one myself. To me it was simple and ingenious. You would be restricted, yet have a possible way to cum while in bondage.
After failing to do anything about building it for about 5 months, I finally constructed my small stand on a piece of plywood approximately 3’ by 5’ to which I could lock myself on. The base was to prevent me from tipping over. I could attach myself in a kneeling position and still rest my torso lengthwise on the two foot high stand. My arms would be locked underneath me with my elbows resting on two small foam pads. My legs would be attached to the backside of the stand with my knees also on two small foam pads. In this position my knees would actually be outside of my elbows. On the back of the stand my penis would be pointed straight down against the back. I attached some leather to the back so that I could grind myself against the stand in hope of achieving orgasm while locked.
My wrists and ankles would be cuffed to the base. Leather straps were attached to hold my knees and elbows down. The knees could be locked down fairly easily. Elbows would come next, with the first elbow easily strapped down. The second elbow would be tricky. My solution was to use a one way ratcheting device which I bought at my local Home Depot. With it I could slide my elbow into the loop and use my teeth to tighten it. At that point closing the handcuffs around the post underneath me would complete the self bondage. My release was an ice timer. Attached to the ceiling would be a ring and a sock full of ice which also held the keys to the handcuffs. When the ice melted the sock would fall through the ring and drop the key right in front of me. I could then unlock my cuffs, undo the strap holding my first elbow in place and proceed to reverse the ratcheting device and free myself.
I was going to do this bondage on a Saturday on my off weekend. I tested it without actually locking my wrists to see how it felt being locked into that position and for that length of time. It was wonderful. I got aroused being in that position knowing that I would soon be locked in that position. My hard on was kept pointed straight down and I rubbed it against the stand as much as possible in an attempt to cum. Although I could get close, I couldn’t get myself over the edge. With my movements restricted to almost zero I knew this devious contraption would frustrate me beyond belief. I could hardly wait to actually lock myself in and go through with this. Afterwards I did some tinkering for comfort. I added some more foam padding for my knees and elbows. If I was going to be locked in this thing for a few hours, I needed to make sure I wouldn’t get sore on the pressure points. And though I could rest my chest and stomach on the small stand, my knees and elbows still bore some of the weight. I also added a strap around the middle which would help keep me even more immobile, if that was even possible.
I tested it 3 more times each time not fully locking myself in. I would cuff my feet, strap down my legs and put my arms in the straps. I would simply not cuff my hands so I was able to end the practice session anytime I wanted. All three of those times I had George right outside the door wanting to get in but unable. All three of those times I could get myself close to cumming, but never over the top. Each time when I could not withstand the frustration I would undo myself from the stand and get myself off immediately.
I decided that Saturday would be the day. I pulled the pieces out of my garage (with kids around I could not leave it in the bedroom) on Friday night. I put the device together and just stared at it once again. I could almost hear it calling my name. I spent a restless night sleeping knowing that I had no responsibilities the following day. I would do my chores in the morning and once completed I was going to lock myself to that stand.
I did my shopping and did some laundry. I laughed at myself for almost running through the store grabbing food as quickly as I could. It wasn’t as if the stand would disintegrate. And I had all day to do a self bondage session. But still I did not want to waste any time. I should have just done the shopping the next day. Oh well. Always a creature of habit.
Once my food was put away, George was fed and my laundry folded I was ready.
I stripped naked and went down to the kitchen to grab my ice. I put the ice into a sock and set up the timer so it would fall right in front of me. I figured with the amount of ice I used I had at least two hours before the key would fall. I was fully erect while setting this up. My excitement was off the scale.
I was interrupted by George, who came into the room to join me. I quickly shooed him out and closed the door. I even locked it. With his lack of an opposable thumb I was not sure why locking it made me feel any safer. I could hear him lay down outside the door. I checked the ice timer one more time. It was set up perfectly. I knelt down and started in. I strapped my knees to the base, locked the ankle cuffs on. I added a ball gag for good measure. It always increased my feeling of helplessness. And I loved the fact that drool would eventually work its way out and down my face. I tightened the body strap around my middle. I slipped my arms through the loops in the straps. I tightened down my right arm and put my left arm into the special strap with the ratcheting device. I pulled it tight with my teeth. I was now ready for the cuffs to officially lock me into the stand for the next few hours. I clicked one cuff closed and using the stand for leverage I pushed the other cuff closed. I felt an extreme rush. I always got that same rush whenever I closed up the final cuff. I was now trapped. No escape until the ice melted and my key dropped. I reveled in the helpless feeling. I ground my cock against the leather. I was hoping for some relief, but at the same time I almost didn’t want to cum. Knowing me if I came I would lose all my horniness and desperately want out of this predicament. Yet I continued to try to grind away with my cock. There was a little friction, but there wasn’t enough. All I succeeded in doing was increase my frustration. I decided that the next time I tried this I would attach my magic wand in some way to make me cum early and often. Maybe not often, but definitely early.
My thoughts were interrupted by George. He suddenly decided that he would start whining and clawing at the door. Perhaps my moans caused his reaction. I’ll never know. I told him to stop. Well, I made some noise. I could not form words around the ball gag. He did stop for a few minutes and then started up again. I made some angry muffled noise, but this time he ignored me. I heard him push against the door and I also heard the door give way and swing open. I was facing away from the door, but in came George. Damn. I knew I had closed and locked the door. The damn thing was obviously not closed completely. The bolt must not have fully engaged. Regardless here was George walking around me, checking me out. I muttered angrily, but he sensed that I could not make him leave. He put his face right up in front of mine and licked. I could not get away from him or his tongue. He licked some more and I had to endure it. He tired of that and walked around me. My long awaited self bondage scenario was quickly ruined. He sniffed at me and circled me. His curiosity was beginning to annoy me. He came around and licked my face again. I muttered “Get out.” But even I would have had no idea what I said had I been on the listening end. The voice inflections were there. The articulation was not.
He walked around me and he went behind me. I felt his wet snout touch me on my side. And then I felt him near my ass. It suddenly occurred to me how vulnerable I was. I was locked to this stand for about two more hours. My ass was perfectly positioned and completely exposed. However, George was a virgin. He had no knowledge of sex. So I wasn’t too concerned. And then it happened. He gave me a long lick right above the underside of my balls and over my exposed ass. I stopped struggling against my bonds. My concentration moved to George doing what he wanted and me being unable to do anything about it.
He sniffed some more and licked me again. I had forgotten about my cock for a minute. Now I became very aware of how hard it had again become. The sensation of being licked in that place and the knowledge of my complete inability to get away from it wreaked havoc in my mind. It was pleasurable. It was also bizarre.
Before I had a chance to think about this any more George decided to start a continuous lick. His tongue was on my ass. It was on my balls. He even licked my cock as it pointed downward. It felt really fucking good. I tried to grind my cock against the leather but could not move it very much. George’s licking was phenomenal. When he licked the underside of my cock head I thought I had died and gone to heaven. It threw a wave of pleasure through my body that I had never experienced before. I groaned loudly and it seemed to encourage him to concentrate on that spot. He was relentless in his tongue assault on my cock. The more I moaned the more he licked that spot. And wouldn’t you know, within a minute I felt that familiar feeling in my cock and in my balls. This damn dog was going to make me cum. He was going to make me cum! When I realized he was in complete control of my orgasm I knew I had reached the point of no return. As my cock built towards an orgasm I found that it was a feeling I had never felt before. Instead of top of my cock head getting all the friction and that bringing me off, it was the underside of my cock head, from the tip to my circumcision scar that was bringing on this orgasm. Not only was I feeling it in my balls it was my whole body that felt like it was coming. I shook on the stand grinding my cock against the leather. I pushed forward so I could get the base of my cock to feel more pressure against the back of the stand. I felt a warm rush and it hit me. I was cumming. Hard! I was squirting straight down the end of the stand. I moaned louder than I have ever moaned before. It was incredible! I was shaking and pulling at my bonds. The bonds held tight. However, my loud moans startled George and he suddenly stopped licking. The sudden lack of his tongue sent me into a frenzy. I mumbled for him to keep going.
Whether he was listening to me or not didn’t matter. What mattered was that he went back to his licking. He was lapping up my cum from the base where it had puddled and back up to my cock. I continued moaning and pulling at my bonds to no avail. Within 30 seconds I reached the point all guys reach where the cock is too sensitive to want any more pleasure. We were now working at cross purposes. Poor George wanted nothing more than to get the entire drink I was providing him. I wanted nothing more than to have my cock left alone. I was quickly reminded that I had no control in this situation. George kept licking. My only possible reaction was to pull at my bonds and moan. I also begged him to stop. It had no impact on him. My only job here was to go along for the ride. I was at his mercy. I continued to struggle to get away from George while he continued to lick. I wondered if this was going to drive me insane.
Finally, since I had stopped squirting any more cum his drink was gone and he mercifully stopped his assault on my cock. I was sweating and still moaning. Only now I moaned for the relief he had granted me. The relief that his assault stopped. I noticed that my hair was wet and my body covered in sweat. I was dribbling around my ball gag. I was still locked tight to my beloved stand. I had no way to get out until those keys dropped. I tried to look up, but I could not lift my head high enough to see what progress the melting ice had made. I knew it was melting though because there was a small wet puddle in front of me.
George came around to my front and started licking my face once again. As disgusting as it was to have him lick my face, I was not repulsed now. Hell, he got me off so fucking much harder than I could have done. Harder than I have ever cum inside a woman. Now his licking made me laugh. His tongue darted around my mouth and the gag cleaning up the spilled drool. It made me feel quite submissive as it was something he wanted to do and I did not do anything to deny him, bound as I was. It was then that I noticed his cock was poking out of his sheath. His lipstick was showing. Not only was it showing it was poking way out and hard as a rock. I felt bad for him. I thought if I could have helped him with his “problem” I would have. No doubt at that moment.
However, he knew for what he was searching. In no time he went around behind me and jumped right up on my back. I am not sure why that thought had not occurred to me previously. It was probably due to knowing he had never had sex before. I didn’t think he would know how. But when he mounted me I became keenly aware of exactly what he wanted. He wanted to cum himself and it was me he wanted to mate. I tried to verbally assert myself. I yelled through my gag for him to get down. He was not going to have any of that. I was helpless to stop him and I am sure he knew it. I felt his claws dig into my sides. His claws were digging hard into my sides. That hurt, but felt good at the same time. The strength I felt from him was powerful. He had a death grip on me. My ass was exposed and I could feel him poking away at me. He missed at least 10 times. He poked my butt cheeks and poked my crack, but nothing too close to going in. I struggled against the bonds and even tried to look up to see the progress of the melting ice. I figured I had only been bound to my stand for maybe a half an hour. I had a long time left at George’s mercy.
I felt some fluid on my crack. I must have been his precum that was leaking down. He tried to thrust his cock into me only to have it slide up my crack towards my back. This went on for a minute until he jumped down. Obviously frustrated I thought he might give up. He circled me twice as if looking for another way to mount me. I meekly mumbled and asked him to go away. I no longer had any influence on him. He was horny. I was restrained. I was his toy. And as I found out, he was going to use his toy to mate and cum.
He again jumped up on my back, grabbed my waist and began thrusting into my ass. It had been lubricated with his juices and he slipped along my crack with his big cock. Then he found a good angle for him and I felt his cock right at my hole. It seemed to surprise him as much as me, because he didn’t shove it in. He just froze right there. I was thinking he was going to give me the fucking of a lifetime. But he just held his cock right at my entrance. He held that cock for maybe five seconds. Then he shoved forward. Hard. I think he got it all the way in in one fell swoop. I am not sure because the pain was immense and I was literally seeing white. He didn’t care. He was inside my ass. Without giving me any time to adjust he began this wild thrusting. It was powerful and it was fast. He was fucking faster than I could have thought possible. Seemingly three full strokes a second.
I would like to tell you I grew to enjoy it, that it felt sensational. The truth is it continued to hurt like hell. My ass felt like it was being ripped apart. It didn’t matter to George. I was just a bitch at that point and in his mind. The lubrication got better as I think he was still shooting precum which helped line the walls of my ass. The pain wasn’t so much as close to tearing, but being stretched much more than an ass was supposed to be stretched. I was full of his cock. And I knew from reading stories about this he was also growing thicker. At least that is what it felt like. Fortunately for me, he slowed after just a few minutes. His cock was definitely thicker, but he did not knot me. I could feel him try to push his knot in, but he never succeeded. What did feel strangely good was when I felt him cum. He stopped completely and I could feel my insides get filled with a hot liquid. I could feel it very distinctly. Though I was not at all horny at this point I felt a tremendous mind fuck. Hell, I had now been fucked by a dog! Hell, I had now been raped by a dog! At least he was kind enough to make me cum before he raped me. Somehow that made it better in my mind. It is funny how your mind can rationalize things sometimes.
He continued to cum in me for a few minutes. I wasn’t sure my insides had much room left for his cum. Despite the size of the cock some of his cum pushed its way out of my ass and down my legs. Even my cock and balls were soaked with his cum. Several minutes after that I could feel him begin to get restless. He was like a typical guy. Once he cums he is done and wants to get away. He started squirming on my back and managed to turn himself around. He was now pointed away from me. His paws back on the floor. He tried pulling away, but he was still firmly entrenched in my ass. I suddenly feared that neither his cock nor my ass would give. Instead what if he managed to pull me and the stand and the base across the room? My keys were set to fall in a certain place right in front of me and within reach of my hands. What if he was strong enough to move the whole contraption? I would be stuck until someone missed me and came over to check on me. What if it were my kids? My head filled up with these thoughts. But George stopped pulling. He seemed to know he was not ready to plop out of me. So he waited patiently occasionally testing the bond between us. After a few minutes he pulled one last time and he did indeed plop out. Plop is the only word that adequately describes that moment. I heard him go into the hall and lay down. I could hear him licking at himself. I am sure he was cleaning his cock. Despite all the stories I have ever read on K9 sex, George did not clean me at all. No licking up the mess he made of my ass. Nothing. Fucker.
So I laid there and waited for my keys. I guessed I still had an hour or so to go. But I really couldn’t be sure. I had no clock to look at. I knew I was a fucking mess. Mentally fulfilled, physically in some pain. But in no distress. I felt a fucking smile on my face, like I was the kinkiest person on the planet. Yet this ordeal was not what I wanted. It was what George wanted. Plain and simple. I had been his bitch and I didn’t feel too weird about it. Although weird enough that I have never told anyone until now. But I have the anonymity of the internet to protect me. So I guess I still haven’t told anyone about it.
My pain in my ass gradually subsided to the point where I still felt stretched but empty. As my mind recalled the fucking George had giving me I became aware that my cock was again getting hard. I have almost always been a one and done kind of guy, so this was surprising to say the least. I found myself grinding again at the leather on the back of the stand. I needed to cum again despite having just been taken by my dog. I ground away but only succeeded in frustrating myself. I was hard but I could not cum. Knowing that it was not going to happen and I still had some time before I could unlock myself, I called for George as best I could. Sure, I could have waited and let the frustration build until the keys dropped. I again made a choice. George came walking into the room. I tried to encourage him to lick my poor cock. I am sure he had no clue what I was telling him to do. But he had his own ideas.
He went behind me and again jumped up onto my back. He was going to fuck me again. I heard a noise in front of me and recognized the sound of my keys falling in front of me. I grabbed them easily and started to move the keys around so that I could unlock myself. However, George started grinding his huge cock against my ass. I stopped trying to unlock myself and instead concentrated on relaxing for what I hoped was going to come. He found his mark easily this time and drove himself right into me. He grabbed my sides and basically locked himself onto me. My sides were still very tender from his first fucking. They hurt even more this time. However, my ass didn’t seem to mind his intrusion. He felt powerful and began his second assault on my poor ass. There was some pain, but it did not last. It turned into pressure and I could deal with that. He fucked me furiously and my mind fuck was back and living in my brain. I realized that I was thinking for him to fuck me. Harder. Faster. I wanted him to mate me. It was so fucking naughty. My cock was hard and I was trying to push back on him. He fucked me for what seemed like a long time. I remember thinking that he was again like a typical guy. It was taking him much longer the second go round. He rested his body on top of mine while still fucking me at incredible speeds. He was drooling on my back and it was running down my shoulder and down the side of my face mingling with my own drool. I could feel his cock growing thicker and I could feel his knot right at my ass. But it was just too big to push into me. I felt like I had to pee and realized later that it was the friction he was causing by rubbing against my prostate. I ground as much as I could trying to cum. I wanted to cum with him. I desperately wanted to cum with him. I failed, but it didn’t bother me. Having George fuck me and use me was all the pleasure I really needed. He slowed down again and I could feel his cum shooting into me. It was a great head rush. He was cumming in me and it felt wonderful. I felt full and I did not want it to end. George relaxed and put his full weight on me. My precious stand was now bearing all our weight. George’s cock was buried inside me and was not going anywhere for the moment. I hoped he would just take all the time he needed.
After about 20 minutes he moved off me and plopped out of my ass. He retreated to clean himself again. I stayed on my stand for another 10 minutes or so. I felt weak. I felt used. I felt great. And I knew this was not going to be the last time this happened. I used my keys to unlock the handcuffs. I loosened my right strap, withdrew my arm and then reversed my ratcheting device and removed my other arm. I undid the strap holding my body to the stand. I slowly maneuvered my fingers to loosen the ball gag strap so I could pull it out of my mouth. It took all my remaining strength to push my self up to a kneeling position so that I could undo my legs straps and cuffs. Once done I crawled over to George and sat down next to him. I grabbed a nearby rag and put it under me as my ass was leaking his cum. I rubbed his head and began rubbing my straining cock. As hoped George quit cleaning himself and started licking the head of my cock. Despite already having cum the sensation was too good to not cum again in a matter of a minute. And as I shot George eagerly licked at the head to get as much of my cum as he could. My orgasm was explosive. He kept licking the head of my cock until it no longer felt good. But I let him continue to lick. I was exhausted and I had this submissive need to let him do whatever he wanted. It was as if he owned my cock and if he wanted to lick then so be it. It did not matter if it felt good or it did not. It was his decision.
When he was done and was showing no more interest in me he laid his head down and quickly drifted off to sleep. I managed to get to my feet wobbly as they were and head toward the bathroom. I sat down on the throne. I was going to take a shower, but felt too weak to take one. Instead I managed to get into my bed (with a towel under me) and took probably all of 15 seconds to fall asleep myself.
It was three hours since I first locked myself onto my stand. It was the most memorable three hours of my life.

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True Story

Local Pool

So summer had just started and i decided that i needed to loose some of the excess fat i had gained over summer. I’m 19 years old, 6’2″, 84 kg (185lb), muscled but not defined, dark brown hair and deep blue eyes, so just pretty average.
Ever since i was young i had always loved swimming and needless to say any exercise that i can do that doesn’t result in my having to deal with sweat heavy clothes is good with me. So i decided to go to my local pool.
I had college in the evening on wednesdays so i headed to the pool at about 2:30 just the right time that i wouldn’t have to share it with many people.
I arrived at the pool, into the change room through the door and into a dark concrete room lit with flourescent lights and it had a strong smell of chlorine. I looked around me, there were naked men everywhere, i lived near a business park so lots of office workers came during their lunch hour. I never really thought of myself as gay but i always allowed my mind to wander, and i didn’t mind observing a few of the guys in the room. Most were quite old so i wasn’t too interested and the younger guys never really got completely naked, but i still enjoyed the view.
I changed into my board shorts (i didn’t like the idea of the female life guards laughing at me in my speedo, even though everyone else wore them) and wandered down to the pool. I jumped into the pool and started doing laps. I loved the fact that you could see small groups of bubbles scattered across the guys in the other lanes speedo’s accentuating their bulge, and all i could think was “thank god for goggles.”
After swimming for about 40 minutes i decided that i needed to get out have a shower and head to college. I jumped out of the pool and grabbed my stuff and headed for the change rooms again.
Now unlike most public showers that i had used this place had absolutely NO privacy, not even small dividers between each showerhead, just straight in a line over a tiled floor, guys standing next to each other soaping up, and getting out. I walked over and dropped my towel on a nearby bench. There was only 1 guy in the shower about 4 showerheads down from me. He was late 40’s early 50’s had a bit of a belly, no bum and kind of hairy, nice cut cock though, about 4 inches soft, and i snuck a few peaks when he shampooed his hair. I dropped my board shorts, revealing my dark blue speedo, and threw them over a nearby ledge, and stood under the hot stream of water.
After about a minute the older guy left and i was alone in the shower so i started to untie the draw string on my speedo, just as i was about to drop them, another guy walked in. Now this guy was what i loved about public pools, mid to late 30’s, about 5’10”, blonde hair, a nice covering of light blonde fur over his chest, brown eyes, and a toned body. He walked stood under a shower head 2 away from me, and i could see from his speedo he was quite blessed. He nodded at me and i nodded back and then i started soaping myself up, (i chickened out on dropping my speedo.)
I had my eyes closed as i washed my face but when i opened them i was welcomed by the site of my handsome friend standing completely naked under a hot jet of water. I was right. He was VERY BLESSED. His dick was about 6 inches, uncut and to me, looked beautiful.
At this point i walked from the shower and stood at my bench. I started drying myself off, bending over with my ass directed towards the shower so that my friend could get a few of the whole thing even if it was covered by my speedos, whether he liked it or not (i knew earlier i said i was shy, but only around girls.) I heard the shower turn off, and the soft patting of his feet walking out. I continued to dry myself slowly, just as he moved a few benches away. I saw him look directly at my bulging cock, and i couldn’t help but smile. I dropped my towel onto the bench and started going through my bag trying to find my underwear. I caught him staring again. I put on my clothes and left. Feeling very satisfied.
So i swam every day, and on the same time every tuesday, and i always ran into my blonde haired friend. About 4 weeks after i had started, our greeting had become more than a nod, they had moved to a “hi” and then a “back again i see.” We would always manage to shower together, often alone, each catching the other glimpsing at his cock.
But on the fourth meeting something happened. I was soaping myself up and he walked up right next to me and turned the shower on. I was wearing speedos and as soon as he pulled his down i couldn’t stop my cock. I kept soaping up ignoring my clear hard on.
“Can i use some of that soap?”
“Sure” i stuttered and passed him by bottle of liquid soap.
It was then i noticed that he too was nursing a raging hard on, and i couldn’t help but feel completely in awe of it, it 6 inch cock grew to pleasing 9, the foreskin pulled back just enough to show the red tip.
I stood dumbly staring whilst soaping myself (probably spending a little more time that usual doing so) and i looked at his face. He simply smiled and continued washing.
He turned off the shower, and started for the benches, i enjoyed his nicely rounded ass bobbing up and down as he walked over to his bench.
I followed him over and started drying off when all of a sudden he started talking. Just the usual, hows your day? Where you from? What do you do? nothing too intense and then:
“hey, i run in the evenings and you seem like you are pretty dedicated to getting fit, i’ve been trying to find a running buddy but no one seems to want to.”
“Sure, i love running” I lied.
“Well lets start tonight”
“you said you lived near me so it works out really well”
I gave him my address and he said he’d be there at around 8 that night.
A decided to just wear normal shorts and a baggy t-shirt to run in, i stood waiting around in my kitchen, getting hassled by my parents asking, why if i’m going on a run am i waiting? I checked my watch and saw that it was almost 8 so i walked out the front.
Within about 30 seconds i saw him rounding the corner to my street. He was in a tight white sleevless t-shirt, and short running shorts with the splits on the side, i couldn’t believe my eyes but i could clearly see his cock bouncing up and down in his shorts, all of a sudden i felt grossly overdressed.
“Hi!” he said as he came up to me, “ready?”
“Almost” i replied, ripping off my shirt “i hate doing any sport with my shirt on” i laughed.
He smiled and said
“Ok lets go”
We ran around the block, every now and then i would drop slightly behind to enjoy the veiw of his ass as the shorts flipped up at the back, and then i would run to catch up. After about half an hour we stopped to have a drink at a drinking fountain. I bent over to take a sip, then suddenly. he smacked my ass and squeezed it. I looked up shocked.
“Great glutes, see what you’ve got there is genes, i just can’t get that” I laughed and continued to drink.
He then bent over to take a drink, and i could clearly see his big balls straining on the fabric between is legs, i groped them and said
“great balls, see what you’ve got there is genes, i just can’t get that” he looked at me shocked.
“hey you grabbed my ass, of course i’m going to get my revenge.” He laughed and grabbed my ass again.
We ran back to my house and said goodbye. We then started running every second night together it was awesome. He would always where his short, very revealing shorts, and i wouldn’t wear my shirt.
Wednesday came around it was a rainy day, not the best weather for swimming, I had decided that in the four weeks i had been swimming and now running, i was toned enough to wear just my speedos in public, so i bought some new ones. I turned up to the pool, and noticed he wasn’t in the change room, i stripped down to my baby blue speedos and walked out to the pool. I dived in and started doing laps. I’d been swimming for about 20 minutes when someone stopped me at the wall.
“Hey mate, not swimming in your board shorts i see.”
“na i decided to start swimming in my speedos, you know, more streamlined” I laughed
“new ones i see.”
“yeah the old ones were getting a little worn, anyways back to it.”
I continued to swim, he was in the lane next to me and i had been completely oblivious to this. I saw him cross my lane, heading for the ladder. So i made a fast shortcut and jumped in front of him. (I forgot to say my new blue speedos were very shear on the back, very shear.) I turned around to see him staring directly at my ass, that could quite clearly be seen through my speedos.
“Beat ya” i laughed
“whatever” he shrugged it off and we walked to the change-rooms.
It was empty, not a soul in sight, and we were the last guys in the pool. I walked up to the shower and stood under the hot water. He strolled over, not wearing his speedos, i couldn’t help but stare at his pendulum like cock. He stepped under the shower directly next to mine.
“Why are you even wearing that thing mate. I can see right through it” he joked
“trying to have a look at my cock eh?” i asked jokingly.
“Well you always have a stare at mine. Its only fair.” He wasn’t joking.
I undid the waistband and dropped my speedos, revealing a semi hard uncut cock.
“See nothing to be embarrassed about is there?” he asked
“Ha ha, who said anything about me being embarrassed. I didn’t want to embarrass you.”
He laughed and i started soaping myself up. I kept staring at his steadily growing cock and i could feel mine also starting to react to his body. It was when i started shampooing my hair (by this time we both had full blown boners) that i felt a hand on my cock, with a good amount of soap for lube, i opened my eyes and had to close them quickly because i got shampoo in them. I stood under the jet of water. Eyes closed enjoying a hand job off my pool friend.
When i opened my eyes he was staring directly at my face. I reached down and grabbed his cock and started rubbing it, faster than he was rubbing mine to make him cum sooner. He leaned in and started kissing me. It was amazing. His tongue rolling and fighting with my tongue, the taste of the pool and him blending in my mouth. He pulled away and started kissing my neck, then chest, my stomach, my thigh and my balls all the while stroking my cock.
His deep brown eyes looking directly into mine. He opened his mouth. The next thing i felt was pure ecstasy. He mouth was warm and his hand jerked up and down my shaft as his mouth worked on my head. I could feel myself on the verge of cumming and i started breathing deeply, trying to control myself, slow down the eventual orgasm. He moved his hand from my shaft to my balls, all the while working my head.
All of a sudden i could feel the familiar feeling, the swelling of my cock, my balls contracting and a flood of euphoria rushed over me as a released load after load into his awaiting mouth. He stood up, my cum on his chin. He grinned and using his finger pushed it between his lips, and then swallowed. He leaned in to kiss me, i could taste the pool, him and myself all in this one kiss. He pulled away.
“What about you?” i asked
“Don’t worry about that.” he said and walked over to his clothes.
We dressed in silence.
“See you tonight for our run, meet at mine at about 8:30 ok”
“sure” i said, feeling a little dumbfounded and confused but still very pleased with the events of the afternoon.
I reached his apartment. It was nice, i waited outside, this time i had decided to wear no shirt (as usual) and an old pair of rugby shorts. They were about 2 sizes too small and i may as well have been wearing just a longer version of my speedos. He came out the front door to his apartment block, glanced at my shorts, smiled, winked and off we went.
We had run for about an hour, and i was hot, sweaty and tired. We stopped outside his house.
“you look tired mate. Want to come in for a drink.”
knowing that this was no casual drink invitation i accepted and followed him upstairs.
His apartment was beautiful. I stood in the kitchen as he poured two glasses of water.
We drank them in silence. Still exhausted from the run.
“I’m gonna go get changed” he said, and walked down the hall towards what i assumed was his room.
I decided that it was now or never.
I waited for him to go into his room, leaving the door open. I walked down the hall, and peaked around the door to see him pealing off his sweaty shorts revealing his beautiful cock.
“your turn” i said as i stepped from behind the door and pushed him onto his bed. I rubbed his bare cock up and down firmly enough that i could hear him gasp every so often. He slid down the bed and started working on his cock with my mouth. I’d never given a blowjob before so i didn’t expect i was very good, but he didn’t complain. I felt him shudder, as i played with his balls and he pulled my head up to look into his eyes, just as he came. I wasn’t expecting what happened and it burst out of my mouth. He shot 3 loads into my mouth and the other 2 ended mostly on him. He reached down and scooped up the spare cum with his finger and stuck it in his mouth. I crawled up to him and kissed him. My mouth full of his cum. He greedily sucked it out, using his tongue to fight mine over possession of his load. When it had been swallowed. I looked at him. Staring beautifully up at me.
“I want to fuck you” i said.
“you have to rim me first”
He pulled out a bottle of lube and handed it to me then he rolled over. I rolled off the bed and pulled his legs off the edge, so i could get a clear view of his asshole. i went in with my tongue.
He ass had a light fuzz which tickled my face. I stuck my tongue in and out of his hole, using a finger now and then to see what i could do. I could taste the sweat from the run we had been on, and it was sweet.
I grabbed the bottle of lube and started pouring it onto his ass and over my cock.
I leaned into him. I put my head against his hole, and eased it in. With a pop and a gasp (from him) it was in. I couldn’t believe the feeling. It was so much tighter than a pussy. I started diving in with long steady strokes. I could see him grabbing the pillow at his head, his hands clasped tightly holding on as i fucked him.
He stopped me. He turned over, lifted his legs up and presented his gaping asshole to me again. I started fucking him. His face was sweating and i could see the pleasure of it running over him. I pulled all the way out and pushed back in. All the way out, back in. Every time i did this he gasped and smiled. I started speeding up. Knowing i was about to cum. I started to moan, and he pulled away from me, jumped around and threw his mouth over my cock, just as i started to cum. 2 loads later we were lying side by side satisfied with what had happened.
“Its not over yet” he said
“what?” i asked
“your turn”
He turned me over and started sticking his tongue in my ass, it was amazing. I couldn’t believe how good it felt having him stick it in and lick around my hole. He started slipped a finger in, which made it even better, then 2, and i started writhing in pleasure.
He then pulled out the bottle of lube and started rubbing it on and into my hole, and also on his cock.
“This is going to hurt at first, but i’ll take it slowly and you will enjoy it.” he said
“ok” was all i could muster up.
He told me to get on all fours, so i did, ass in the air, waiting for my ass to be invaded for the first time.
I felt the heat of his cock head against my hole. Then a little bit of pressure. It seemed easy enough. He then started applying more pressure. It was still ok. He then started pushing harder. Now the pain started. I started breathing deeply, panting a little bit.
“Just relax and push out a little” he said
I did as i was instructed and i felt his head go in. It hurt like hell. I couldn’t believe the pain i was in. He started slowly pushing forward. Each millimeter seemed more and more painful. I gasped for air. He slowly pulled back and slowly pressed forward. As time passed. My ass seemed to grow accustomed to its new visitor, and he was able to pick up his speed a little bit a go a little deeper.
Within 15 minutes of him entering my ass we had a rhythm going. Not all the way in. Not too fast. But it was there. It was the best feeling in the world. I squeezed my ass just to make it more enjoyable for him. He laughed and kept going.
“Now I’m going to fuck you hard” he said
“fuck” i responded
I felt him edge inch by inch, the pain increased but only marginally, until i felt his soft pubes rubbing against my ass crack. He then pulled out, and shoved it back it. I gasped, from both agony and pleasure. He pulled out slowly again, and pushed it back in with such force that the only way i could describe it is that i felt like i was being plundered. He increased speed pulling out and pushing in. I grasped at sheets around me, wrapping them around my hands as i felt more and more pleasure. He picked up speed and by now he was fucking my ass so hard that i was delirious from the feeling. His breathing sped up. I new he was cumming. It then happened. He moaned and then gush after gush of cum flooded my ass.
He quivered standing there with his slowly deflating cock still inside of me. He pulled out. Then i felt him lick my ass.
“can’t waste a drop.” he said
I just lay there. The feeling of pleasure still rushing through me, and the feeling of fullness in my ass, i didn’t want to let it go. I rolled over and he kissed me on the lips.
“that was good” i said
“it was” he replied.
“i better get home” i said
“yeah its late” he replied
I got home and went to bed. I didn’t know what to feel, happy about my encounter with my dream man, or guilty about it.
The next night we didn’t go for our run and we didn’t go 2 nights after that. When wednesday came around, he wasn’t at the pool.
I was happy with it. I had one of the best sexual experience i have had in my life to date. and there were no strings attached.

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True Story

The Ice storm.

It was the winter of 1984 when our state was hit by a major ice storm. I was fifteen at the time. I can remember the trees cracking all around the house, and then the power being knocked out for most of the rural communities in our state. It would be three very long days before the power company would be able to restore all power in our area. It was because of the loss of power to our home that my mother and I were forced to sleep in the same bed to help keep each other warm.
My mother was thirty-five at the time, and had lost my stepfather to cancer about three months earlier. My biological father had been killed in Vietnam before I was born. He had left for Vietnam without even knowing that my mother was pregnant with me. He was killed before her letter telling him about the pregnancy could reach him.
My stepfather had been very ill for six months prior to his death. Most of that time was spent in and out of the hospital. My mother took his death, and the loneliness that it left her with, very hard. Although, my mother and I were already extremely close, my stepfather’s death seemed to draw us even closer together.
My mother met my stepfather (Dave) when I was around a year old. They went together for a while before getting married. She was twenty years old when they finally did.
My mother and Dave had tried for year to have kids but never could. It was after around two years of trying to get pregnant with no success, that my mother went to the doctor to see why she hadn’t been able to get pregnant. She found out that she had some scare tissue in her fallopian tubes that was making conception all but impossible.
Part 2
It was lucky for us that the weather forecast gave ample warning of the winter ice storm headed our direction. It gave us plenty of time to store up the necessary provisions. Living in the country, with an all electric home, taught you the necessity of being prepared for winter storms.
It was just after dark when the temperature began to fall rapidly, and then the rain began to freeze on the trees and power lines. It was only around an hour later when the power went out in our area. The house became cold in no time. The candles did help with the darkness, but gave little in the way of any heat.
My mother started to put several layers of quilts on her bed. She told me to get ready for bed, because we were going to have to sleep in the same bed tonight to help keep each other warm. I didn’t think that much of it at the time. I knew that it was going to get very cold in the house and figured that it made good sense to use each others body heat to keep warm.
When my mother came back from the bathroom she had on one of her long flannel nightgowns. I stripped down to my boxers and crawled into the bed pulling the covers up to my chin. I watched as my mother pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed. She reached over and blew out the candle, and then it was now totally dark in the room.
“Hey! Come over here and snuggle up against me,” my mother requested. “You’re going to have to keep me warm tonight. Okay?”
“Sure!” I replied as I snuggled up behind her.
She pushed herself back into me, and then took my hand and pulled it over her, holding it against her belly. I lay there against my mother with her butt pushed back into my groin. I could feel the warmth of her body radiating through her flannel gown. I wasn’t sure that I was going to be able to go to sleep this way. I was starting to feel a tingle in my balls and my cock was beginning to grow steadily harder with each passing moment. I hoped that my mother would not notice the lump in my shorts; it would be embarrassing to have to explain to your mother why your cock was stiff and sticking between her ass cheeks.
It was only a few moments before I could tell by my mother’s breathing, that she had already drifted off to sleep. I wasn’t so lucky, my cock was hard and aching, there was no way that I was going to drift off to sleep soon. I shifted my position until my cock was wedged deeper between the crack of my mothers ass. I was scared to move much for fear of waking her up. I was almost certain that my mother had nothing on under her gown. I moved my hand that was against her belly down to where the waistband of her panties should be, and sure enough, she wasn’t wearing any. I moved my hand farther down, and then could feel her coarse pubic hair through the fabric of her gown. She grabbed my hand and pushed it between her legs. I thought at first she was awake, but then could tell by her breathing, that she was still asleep. I kept on feeling her pussy as she slept.
I could tell that my mother must be having a horny dream or something, because she began to push her ass back into my stiff cock. I knew that I just had to feel her pussy without the gown in the way. I pulled the gown up over her waist and put my hand back between her legs. My finger easily slipped between my mothers soaking wet pussy lips. She was so hot and wet that she had juice running from her gaping vaginal opening. I guess that she was so hot and wet because she hadn’t had a man between her legs in over nine months.
I began to hear soft sighs and moans coming from deep in the back of my mother’s throat. I softly rubbed the hard little bump at the top of my mother’s pussy slit. She began to roll her hip back against my cock. I knew that I just had to have my cock inside of her dripping snatch. I desperately need to experience my first piece of ass. I didn’t care at the moment that it would be my own mother’s pussy that I’d be sliding my cock into. Right now, pussy was pussy! Didn’t matter to me who it belonged to.
I moved my hand down to pull my boxers down, and then put my cock between my mothers slimy wet pussy lips. I pulled back and started the head of my cock into her slimy wet pussy opening. It was so fucking hot and so fucking wet that I slid all the way in with no trouble at all. She sure was loose and sloppy, but she did make up for that, with her wetness. I really wanted to fuck her, but was so afraid of waking her up. I lay there for a minute perfectly still, with all 8 1/2 inches inside her, not sure what to do next.
Then it happened. I felt her vaginal muscles contract around my cock, sending a shock wave from my asshole to the tip of my cock. I couldn’t hold back my urge to come and began spraying her insides with my hot sperm.
How in the hell was I ever going to explain in the morning the mess that I had just made in my mother’s pussy? I was probably going to get the hell beat out of me when she realized what I had done to her in her sleep.
I continued to lie perfectly still inside my mother’s pussy as my balls drained their last few drops deep inside her belly.
“Well! Are you going to make me come too?” My mother said. “Come on baby! Give mother what she needs! Give me some of your hot tongue on my clitty! Make me come honey! I need to come so fucking bad!”
I didn’t need any coaxing and began to pull my cock out of my mother’s pussy. I rolled her onto her back, slid down under the covers, and began kissing my way down her belly to the place that I had been conceived years ago. In my wildest fantasy, I had never even thought of licking my mother’s pussy before, let alone, busting my nuts inside her pussy like that.
I suddenly craved to taste my mother’s hot pussy, and the fact that I had just filled it with my semen, did little to detour me from my decent to her most private place. I felt my heart pounding as my tongue felt the beginning of her pubic hair. I lingered there for a moment, and then continued my downward decent to find and lick her big hard clit.
It felt great as I slid my face deep between her wet and cum soaked pussy lips. I slipped my tongue as far up her pussy hole as it would reach, and then licked up and over her hard clit in one long and smooth motion. My mother grabbed me by the hair, pulled my face tightly against her overheated snatch, and began to hunch her sloppy gash all over my face. I figured that it was not going to take much more to give the her that much need orgasm, so I began to lick her clit as fast and hard as I could.
When I felt her body begin to stiffen, and then felt her thighs begin to quiver against my cheeks, I knew that she was going to orgasm into my mouth at any moment. I immediately increase the intensity of my licking, and she went off like a rocket on the fourth of July.
“Ooohhhhh! Fuck! You’re making me come baby! Aaarrggghhhhh! Nnnnggghhhhh!”
“Mother’s commiiinnnggg on your tongue sweetie! Suck my clit hard honey! ”
“Nnnnggghhhh! That’s it! Ooooohhhhh! Ffuucckkkk! I’m commmmiiinnnggg again baby!”
My mother almost broke my nose as she hunched her exploding gash all over my face, and the excitement from it had my cock raging hard again.
“Come up here and get on top of me baby, and then fuck me like a real man!” my mother said as she spread her legs wide open for me. I crawled in between her legs and buried my cock to the balls inside of her. She began to hunch herself up against me and began clawing my back. I thrust myself hard into her and started kissing her neck.
I had been pounding her pee hole for close to ten minutes when I felt her begin to stiffen her legs, and then she pushed her cunt up toward me holding her ass off the bed.
Suddenly, her entire body stiffened, her once loose pussy, tightened around my cock like a vice. Damn! That felt too fucking good to hold out for very much longer. I knew that I would have to come soon.
“OH! GOD! I’m going to come again! Fuck you’re going to make me come again baby! OH! SHIT! I’m cuomminnggggg on your big fat cock! Fuck me baby! Fuck me hard!” My mother panted into my ear.
My mother exploded in orgasm and bucked frantically against my pounding cock. I was once again at the point of pouring cum deep down inside of my mother’s heaving belly. I stiffened and began to shoot wads of cum into her boiling cunt. I collapsed on top her and lie there panting like a dog. My first piece of ass had been just wonderful. Even if it had, come at the hand of my own mother. I knew then, that I was going to have to keep fucking my mother on a regular basis. I hoped that she’d be willing to keep on fucking me after the lust of the moment had passed.
I don’t know how many times that I made my mother come that night, but I know that I shot five loads of cum into her pussy that first night. The next morning I woke her up by licking her pussy to an orgasm, and then climbed on her and fucked her hard until I blasted her cunt walls again.
I never went back to my own bed to sleep after that first night. We fucked every night for the next year, with exception to the week when see had her period. I would fuck her at night, and then lick her pussy and fuck her first thing each morning. My mother was one horny fucking woman, and I’m sure that I pumped more semen into her pussy in that one year, than most women get in a lifetime.
It was around a year later, when after throwing up three mornings in a row, she came out the bathroom with a bewildered look on her face. I asked her what was wrong, and she answered that she wasn’t sure but was going to the doctor that day to find out.
“I think that you may have gotten me pregnant honey,” Mother said. ” I need to go to the doctor and find out for sure. I didn’t think there was any need to use any protection, since I couldn’t get pregnant for all those years. You won’t be mad at me if I am pregnant will you?” my mother asked with teary looking eyes. “I’ve always wanted to have another baby, and since I know it could only be yours. I want this baby even more. I want to feel life inside my belly once again, life put there by our love for each other.” she smiled ear to ear as she finished.
“I won’t be mad mom. I’m glad that you’re pregnant. I can’t wait to feel my baby kicking inside your belly. I want to lick your pussy and make love to you right now. Okay?” I asked.
I heard my mother say I love you, as she lay back on the bed and then gently began pulling my hungry mouth toward her almost for certain knocked up pussy. I couldn’t wait until I got to lick her pussy when her belly was blown up bigger than a nickel balloon.
After she had recovered from her orgasm, she pulled my up and onto her, while at the same time spreading her legs wide open. She was opening her most intimate place to be penetrated freely by her own son’s rigid manhood.
As I sank to the balls deep between my mother’s sweet pussy lips, she put her lips to my ear and whispered passionately that she loved me, and that she was so thankful that I had given her the baby that she couldn’t have for so many years.
“I love you too mom, but I should be the one thanking you. You were the first woman I made love to, and the only woman that I plan on making love to for the rest of my life. It is you that has made the ultimate sacrifice, you have allowed yourself to conceive this baby out of your love for me. You made your son a man first, and then a father. I should be the one thanking you.” I hugged her as I finished my statement.
“Enough! The only thing I want to thank you for is the orgasm that you’re about to give me. So fuck me hard baby, and fill me full!” Mother giggled as she began to hunch herself up against me.
Life is about as good as it gets, when your buried to the hilt inside your mother’s hot and knocked up pussy.
All credits to Tray Homaker-original writer.Prince Leon.enjoy.

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Fantasy

My new futanari life redux

It all started the day I met my paramore, Adel. I was a normal 16 year old guy, around 5’9″, thin; with pale skin and very little muscle. I was barely passing my classes, mainly because I was worrying about girls, and popping boners like nobody’s business. It was a huge trouble for me, and it was actually a medical condition. I can’t remember the full name, but the layman’s nomenclature was spontaneous erections.
The condition was made worse because I had a massive cock, around 11 inches; which was really hard to hide sometimes. I went to a normal public school, and everywhere I went, I saw other boys talking to girls, sitting with them, hugging them, and touching them. I was extremely shy, and every time I tried to talk to a girl, my dick would pop up like a rocket, and I would have to run to a bathroom to relieve the pain.
One day I was walking back from school to my house, worrying about an upcoming math test, when this girl in a dark red sweatshirt with her hood up ran straight into me. We collided, and I went sprawling to the ground, and my books went everywhere. I got up on my knees and started picking up various books. The girl started helping, and she was apologizing nonstop.
“I’m really sorry, dude. I didn’t see you there.” She said quickly.
She handed me the books, and I got a god look at her face. She was gorgeous! She had straight, raven-black hair, full, red, pouting lips, and mismatched eyes; one green, one mauve. My cock started stirring in my shorts, and I realized, dismayed, that it was actually pulling them down. She quickly looked down, and her face reddened. She smiled, took my hand, and said, “My name’s Adel.”
Adel started walking briskly towards the business section of town. I was waddling along behind her, desperately trying to hide my still-growing penis. While I was trying to keep up with her, I sized her up in my head. She was fairly short, probably three or four inches shorter than I was. Underneath the sweatshirt she had on she was wearing extremely tight shorts that went down right past her butt, and didn’t leave much to the imagination.
While I was filling out my mental survey of her looks my dick was getting longer and longer, filling out to it’s full size; which of course made walking harder than it already was. I realized that this was the first time I had actually held a girl’s hand. Luckily, my sore cock soon became long enough for me to set it straight up against my belly and pull my shirt over it. After about five minutes of brisk walking, we got to a huge house on the side of the street. Adel let go of my hand, ran up and placed her hand on some sort of locking mechanism. The huge doors opened, and we went inside her house.
As soon as we were inside, I saw this woman who had the same basic features as Adel walk up, and my dick grew to an even greater size. The woman was nude! Her rack was magnificent! Those tits were the perfect size and shape. Her chest tapered down to a thin waist, and then ballooned out into a magnificent ass. Her pussy was cleanly shaven, there wasn’t a trace of hair down there.
She looked at me carefully, and asked Adel, “Is this another one?”
Adel blushed and looked down. “Yes” she replied in a whisper.
“Then you’d best go to your mother” the woman said, with a large grin on her face.
Adel grabbed my hand and took me further in the house. She opened a large black mechanical door to the left after a ways. Inside was a dark room with gadgets that looked extremely futuristic. We walked in and suddenly she backed out and shut the door.
“Adel, what’s going on?” I asked nervously.
“Don’t worry, you won’t be harmed” I heard a voice behind me say.
I turned around, but I didn’t see anyone. Suddenly, a robotic arm shot out of the wall and pulled off my clothes. I was standing there in my birthday suit, with my penis so hard it was hitting my chest.
“That’s quite a nice dick you have there” The voice said, “I have a few questions for you.”
A chair rose out of the floor behind me, so I sat down in it.
“Question one: What is your sexual preference?”
I turned a deep red as I answered “um… girls? I think…”
“Question two: have you ever felt attracted to a male, or shemale?”
“Um… Sometimes, when a guy or girl has a really nice dick…” I said, and looked down at the floor.
The voice went on to ask me about a dozen more questions, all aimed around my so far nonexistent sex life.
After a while of this, the voice said, “Alright. I have what I want. Good Night.”
Suddenly the chair under me expanded, metal ropes and gears coming out of the back and sides, and I was inside a pod. A tube with what appeared to be a breathing apparatus attached to my mouth, and the pod filled with an opaque blue liquid. Suddenly I felt really drowsy, and fell asleep.
When I woke up, I was in a bed that I didn’t recognize. I turned over, and suddenly felt an extremely pleasant feeling on my chest. I looked down, and saw two lumps under the blanket. I ripped the blanket off and saw breasts: large, ebony brown breasts with chocolate areolas and hard nipples that were jutting off of the round mammaries.
I jumped out of the bed, and looked in a mirror placed on a counter nearby the bed. There was a cute, black girl staring back at me. She indeed had the magnificent rack I found adorning my chest, and my waist had gotten thinner. My hips had expanded outward, filling out beautifully.
I turned around and saw that, while the rest of me had become a girl, my penis had actually increased. It was dangling between my legs about halfway down to my knees. If I had to guess, I’d say it was about a foot soft. My cock began to rise, like it usually did around girls, but it was accompanied by another feeling. A tingling between my thighs followed by dampness. I lifted up my slowly hardening dick and saw that I had a full fledged pussy. I had become a futanari, a hermaphrodite!
I touched my new pussy tentatively, fearing what may happen. Of course, nothing did happen except that the touching was met with a weird, new sensation. It was extremely pleasant, and I sat back down on the bed and started just rubbing full out, moaning ever so slightly.
“Ahem” I heard a voice cough from the side of the room. I saw Adel staring straight at my masturbation. I sat up quickly and attempted to cover my dick with my hands.
“What the fuck happened?” I asked Adel.
“My mom’s a scientist who changes peoples DNA to make them what they’ve always wanted to be. Just look at yourself.” She replied, looking between my legs.
I looked down and saw that my cock was growing again, longer, way longer than what I was used to. Though I desperately tried to cover it, it was futile. The fantastic phallus stopped growing right around the middle of my new tits. I leaned over, and the marvelous lumps enveloped the head of my new cock.
A heat ran through my tits where my cock had touched them, reaching my new vag and setting off a wave of good feelings.
I looked at Adel, and to my surprise, saw that she also had a cock, though not as big as mine, and was slowly jerking it off!
“What the?” I exclaimed, “You’re naked! And a futanari!”
She looked up and smiled at me. “Yep, I’m a futanari just like you. I was mom’s first experiment. I was a girl, but I was unsatisfied, so she gave me a dick, and told me to help others find what they want. You would be surprised how many people want to be futanari. Almost every famous female actor or model is a futanari made by my mother.”
“So, I wanted to be a black futanari with an enormous cock?” I asked.
She giggled. “Apparently. Now let me help you out with that” she said, and she motioned at my dick.
She stood up, went to a cabinet on the opposite side of the room. While she was up, I got a good look at her ass without the shorts impeding my view. It wasn’t all that big, but it was tight, and it didn’t jiggle when she walked.
She opened the cabinet and took out a big purple, double-headed dildo and a bottle of lotion. She closed the cabinet, and as she came over to me I saw her tits. They were also smaller than my new ones, but they had big nipples with large areolas, and they looked perfect on her.
She came over to the bed and sat in front of me. She grabbed my dick, and put it against hers. An electric thrill ran through my spine, and I unconsciously started dry humping our cocks together. She slowly poured the slippery lotion over the heads of our dicks, making sure to completely cover them. She put the bottle down and started rubbing the lotion over our cocks with her petite hands. She then sensually took my hand and placed it on her rock hard dick, and put hers on mine.
We both started rubbing each other’s cocks, and it felt great! I felt hers jump a little in my hand, and saw it move in my hand. She let a moan escape from her mouth, and she started jacking my penis off as fast as she possibly could. I felt the familiar feeling of orgasm welling up in my dick, and the huge purple veins along the side stood out clearly against the ebony skin.
“I-I’m coming!!!!!” I shrieked at the same time that she shrieked something with the same basic meaning.
My orgasm hit me like a wave, as ropes of cum my cock. The first one arced over Adel, and hit the bedpost. It was followed by a couple more that managed to drench Adel from the top of her head to her navel. As she kept moving her hand up and down my throbbing shaft, more semen pushed out, and trailed thick lines down my cock, covering her cock and hand in my thick jism.
I was still unconsciously jacking Adel off with my hand when she got up on the bed and pointed her dick; still coated in my cum and the lotion, at my face. She pumped her hand over its length a couple of times, and then waves of semen shot out of the slit of her beautiful cock and hit me all over my face. The next few ropes hit me square in the mouth, and I swallowed it before I even could think. At first it tasted weird, but then I decided that I liked the taste. It was slightly salty, and tasted pretty good.
We both just sat there, in pools of our cum, with our dicks slowly wilting for a while. After a few minutes, Adel sat up, picked up the massive dildo, and beckoned me to follow her.

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COMMON BETWEEN WOWEN AND PRAWNS

What do prawns and women have in common?
Ans: Their heads are full of shit but the pink stuff tastes great!

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