huge cock

I finished feeding the dogs and had just thrown the cans in the trash when Liz hollered at me to come meet my other master.



I crawled out into the front room where Liz and Dale were sitting together on the sofa.



“He’s already had his first ass whipping but I think he will work out just fine.” Liz said.



Dale laughed and told me to take off his shoes and socks. As I was untying his shoes, she got up and began rubbing my ass and balls. This got me excited and my cock was hard in seconds. She reached up and stroked my hard cock a few times, “Very nice” she said.



“Come along, I need to use the potty.” I followed Liz to the bathroom and she pointed to a spot on the floor in front of the toilet and said “Sit.”



I watched as she undid her pants and pulled them down with her panties. She sat down and began to pee.



My cock was hard again at just seeing her pussy and she laughed when she noticed. “Did I tell you that you will have to lick my pussy dry after I go pee?”



“No, you never said that but I’ll do whatever you ask mistress.”



She laughed, “That’s right, you will do as you’re told or you the belt again.”



She finished pissing and scooted forward on the seat, her wet pussy nearly in my face. As I leaned forward to lick the warm pee from her crotch I could smell the sweet aroma of her shaved pussy and it excited me all that much more.



As I was lapping up droplets of piss from her Dale walked in “One of the fucking dogs pissed all over the floor, so you better go get it cleaned up before it ruins the wood floor.”



Liz patted my head and told me that I was done and had better hurry to the kitchen.



As I went down the hall I realized how bad my knees were beginning to hurt crawling on their carpet.



I crawled over to the kitchen door and called the dogs, hoping they hadn’t made any more of a mess somewhere else.



With the dogs outside, I had just finished mopping the floor when the belt hit my ass so hard I nearly fell over. After the second time Dale hit me I could feel tears running down my cheeks and wanted to run! But I didn’t have a chance to do anything before the third one hit and literally knocked me on my stomach where I laid and took the other three whacks by the belt.



My ass was on fire and I began sobbing but tried to keep quite despite the pain and tears. After a few minutes I got back on my hands and knees and cleaned out the mop and put it away.



I crawled out into the front room and asked either of them if they needed anything, tears still wet in my eyes. The two of them were sitting on the sofa again. “I think Dale could really use a blow job after such a hard day at work.”



“Yes mistress.” I crawled in front of him and unbuckled his belt. As I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants he lifted his ass up and I pulled his pants off of him. His cock was bigger than any I’d ever seen! It was as thick as a beer can, at least as long as a can is tall and it was only half hard!



I looked up at Dale and he was just smiling. Liz got up and sat down on my back. She reached over and grabbed his massive cock and rubbed it all over my face and between my lips, as I opened my mouth she lined his hardening cock up to it and pushed the back of my head down onto it. It stretched my mouth wide as she pushed my head down and I barely had room to move my tongue!



Once his cock was all in my mouth Liz kept my head pressed tight against Dales warm body. “You’d better be able to breathe through your nose.” She laughed. His cock was growing even more and I could literally feel it extending down my throat and causing my cheeks to bulge more. I tried to keep breathing through my nose but his cock was so deep in my throat I started to gag. The two of them just chuckled and Liz grabbed my ears and slowly started to pull my head away from his huge cock. About halfway out I began taking quick deep breaths so as not to gage again but she began pushing my head again, forcing me to swallow his entire length again.



She began pushing and pulling my head as his cock slid in and out of my mouth. I was having a hard time breathing and trying not to gag as that thing filled my mouth and throat. Dale was moaning and said how good it felt and Liz patted me on the head. “That’s it, just keep up the rhythm and don’t stop, or else.”



After a few minutes I could hear Liz in the other room talking to someone. Dale had a hold of my head and was guiding it up and down on his huge cock. Liz came back into the room, “I just got off the phone with Tim and he is on the way over.”



Liz walked up behind me and started rubbing my asshole. “Mmmmmm, that looks pretty tight. I bet you’d love to have that big cock in it wouldn’t you?” With my mouth full of cock all I could do was nod my head yes but that wasn’t very easy with him pushing and pulling on it the way he was.



Liz yanked my head back and Dale’s massive cock popped out of my mouth. “I asked you a fucking question bitch and you didn’t answer me! Now I don’t care if you want his cock in your ass or not because you going to get it period!” she nearly screamed.



Before I had a chance to say anything, Dale pressed his cock to my lips with one hand and pulled my head down with the other, filling my mouth with that monstrous thing again.



“Dale, you’d better hold on to that bitch tight!” He wrapped his hands around my head and guided it up and down on his cock as Liz cracked my ass with the belt seven times in rapid succession.



It’s a wonder I didn’t bite his cock as the belt met my ass. The tears were so bad this time I could taste them as I sucked Dales throbbing cock. I was sobbing and half gagging as Liz began rubbing my burning ass and slowly reached up and caressed my balls and cock.



Dale pushed me back, as he got up his huge cock smacked my in the face and they both laughed. I reached up and wiped the tears from my eyes as Liz pushed me forward so I was leaning on the couch.



I felt Dale’s huge hard cock rubbing and pressing on my asshole. It felt so good I moaned out loud and pushed my ass back towards him. One of them spit on my asshole as Dale pressed that cock hard into my ass. It was so fucking thick and it had been so long since I had been fucked in the ass and I tried to relax as I felt it stretch me more and began to slide in.



It started to hurt so bad. I didn’t think I would be able to take it. “Oh god, that will never fit in my ass and it’s already hurting!” Liz sat in front of me on the couch and petted my head, telling me it would be alright. I had tears in my eyes again as that huge hard cock was pushing into my ass. I could feel the head of it make it in and took a deep breath when Dale grabbed my hips and nearly shoved the whole thing up my ass!



I screamed out loud and tried to get away. It burned like fire and the pain was unbelievable and I was squirming all over the couch and crying out loud, hoping he would pull it out. Instead he picked up the pace and thrust it in further with each stroke, slamming my whole body against the sofa so hard I could feel it move on the carpet.



“Oh god! PLEASE take it out!” I screamed. Liz kept petting my head and told me that I’d get used to it in a few minutes.



“Oh no, please! I can’t take it, it’s hurting too bad!” I screamed again. “Keep whining bitch and I fuck you even harder!”



I felt him slide out of my burning ass and had a second to relax when he slammed it back up my ass again! He pulled it all the way out the next time and I could feel him rubbing it around on my burning hole and then he thrust forward again and shoved it all the way in.



I let out a scream and he began fucking me hard enough that the sofa literally moved back two or three inches with each thrust he made. My body was quivering as he pounded my ass. It felt a little better now but it was going so deep and I could feel it compress my intestines each time he buried it.



After what seemed like an hour of being fucked like this the doorbell rang.



Dale never slowed a bit fucking my ass with his huge cock as Liz jumped up and left the room. As I lay there, finally growing more accustomed to Dales thick fat cock in my ass, I could hear Liz say “Tim’s here and Sue is with him!” Dale never missed a stroke as he hollered “you guys better hurry up! I’m getting ready to explode and fill this bitches ass full of cum!”



As the others walk into the room Tim said “you ought to shove it in his mouth and make him swallow it all!”



“No” Sue said, “You ought to fill his ass full, make him shit it all out and then eat it for us!”



They all laughed at her idea and Dale grabbed my hips and started fucking me so hard his balls were slamming into mine. Dale moaned loud and I felt the first stream of his thick cum shoot in my ass. It was so hot and so deep it made my stomach burn as he pumped what seemed like a quart of his sperm into my ass.



I could feel that massive cock finally begin to deflate when he told Liz to grab a bowl from the kitchen. His cock stayed put until Liz returned; she held the bowl under my ass.



Dale pulled his cock out and instantly I could feel his cum running out my stretched ass.



“Squat over that bowl and force that cum out of your slutty ass” Sue said.



My ass hurt, my stomach hurt, my knees hurt and I felt so humiliated with everyone watching me.



I pushed like I was trying to shit and ripped a loud juicy fart and could hear his cum splash into the bowl. They all laughed their asses of at that.



Dale walked up to me and stuck his half limp cock in my face and told me to lick and suck it clean. As I did this the girls were giggling and commenting on how stretched my asshole was.



“Hey Tim, grab me a beer I’m going to go jump in the shower. We’ll let the girls have some fun with our new slave for awhile.”



I was still squatted over the bowl and farted again and could feel more cum dripping out my ass. “Oh god!” Sue said. “You need to use your hand and wipe that gaping hole of yours and lick that hand clean so you don’t any more of it on the carpet.”



Without even thinking, I did as she said. His cum had a strong salty taste to it as I licked my fingers, but I actually didn’t mind it.



“Wow Liz, you have this little bitch trained pretty well! He didn’t even hesitate when I told him to do that!”



“And just think he’s only been here for a few hours! Imagine what he’ll do after a week!”



“Pick up your dinner bowl now and follow us to the kitchen so Sue and I can decide what you’ll do next.”



That’s when I looked up and saw Sue for the first time, and she was ten times better looking than Liz, and young, very young! My cock got hard as a rock when I saw her. She was about 5′ 6″ maybe 110 pounds and had a smoking hot body with perky yet smallish tits; just the way I like them!



She looked down at me and smiled. I smiled back as she turned and walked to the kitchen with Liz.



I noticed that there wasn’t nearly as much cum in the bowl as I had thought as I carefully walked to the kitchen on my knees, making sure I didn’t spill a drop.



The girls were already seated at the table and I asked my new mistress what I should do with my bowl. Sue looked at her and said, “Why don’t you set it here in front of me and lick it clean. I want to see how good you really are bitch.”



They laughed again as I set the bowl down and began to eat Dales cum.



As I was eating, I looked up and noticed I could see Sue’s flowery panties under the short little skirt she was wearing. I couldn’t help myself from looking and slid the bowl a little to one side so I had a better view.



Sue reached out and patted my head like a dog. “That’s a good boy! Liz, you ought to come watch him, he’s almost done licking the bowl!”



As Liz walked around the corner of the table she saw me looking up Sue’s little skirt. She stopped, squatted down beside me and said “are you peeking up her skirt you fucking perv!” She slapped me hard across my face. “Why you fucking bitch! Everything we have done for you and you’re sitting here peeking up someone’s skirt?”



Sue acted all shocked, got up and slapped me in the face too. “Why you fucking bastard, no wonder you moved your dinner bowl, you were trying to get a better view of my pussy weren’t you?”



I felt so ashamed and couldn’t bring myself to look her in the face so I just nodded as I finished licking the bowl clean.



“You had better answer her boy! I will NOT tolerate you disrespecting anyone in my own home!” Liz screamed. I could feel my eyes well up from the embarrassment I felt.



I looked up at Sue, “I’m sorry ma’am for looking up your skirt.”



“Did you like what you saw under there?”



“Yes, and I’m so sorry for doing that to you ma’am. It won’t happen again.”



“You’re damned straight it won’t!” Yelled Liz.



“How many is it this time you little bitch?” Liz asked me as she handed the belt to Sue.



“It’s eight, mistress. And I’m sorry for disrespecting your friends.”



“Oh we know you’re sorry, and now you’ll pay for it.”



Sue walked around me with the belt in her hand, slapping it into her palm. “Your ass looks like it’s been beaten a few too many times today already, maybe I’ll give it a little bit of a break. Would you like that?”



“Oh, yes ma’am I’d really appreciate that! My ass really hurts and I know that I was bad in disrespecting you the way I did.”



I felt a little relieved in thinking this fine looking young woman was going to give me a break!



She looked at Liz and winked.



“You do know that I will have to punish you though right?”



“Yes ma’am, I know that and am prepared for whatever punishment you decide.”



“Good, I’m glad you understand that. Now why don’t you come over here and sit in this chair for me.” She said as she slid a kitchen chair into the middle of the room.



“That’s a good boy. Now I want you to sit on your hands for me, sit up nice and straight and close your eyes, okay?”



“Yes ma’am, anything you say.” I sat up in the chair, slid my hands under my ass and closed my eyes. “Like this ma’am?”



“That’s prefect. Now just keep your eyes closed and relax for me.”



I sat there for a few minutes and could hear the two of them whispering something and then Liz started laughing. Hearing that laugh my entire body tightened up and I began to feel a little panicky.



“Okay” Sue said. “You just keep your eyes shut tight and relax for me.”



I felt hands on the top of my legs. They ran up to my belly and back down to my sore knees. They gently pushed my legs far apart and began rubbing the inside of my thighs.



My whole body shuddered when they brushed up against my balls.



“Mmmmm, you like that don’t you you little bitch?” I could feel my cock start to get hard as her hands moved closer to my balls and brush up against my cock.



“Oh yes ma’am it feels very nice.”



Her hands reached up and fondled my aching balls, and then one hand wrapped around my cock and slowly worked it up and down the shaft.



My cock was rock hard now and she kept stroking it and playing with my balls.



Suddenly I could feel her breath on my cock and I so badly wanted to open my eyes and see her beautiful face so close to my throbbing cock. My body jerked a few times as I felt her tongue flick across the head.



Then I felt her lips wrap around my whole head and she bobbed slowly up and down while still fondling my balls.



I moaned out loud as she sucked the head of my cock and flicked her tongue on the underside of it.



“That’s it, just relax and keep those eyes shut tight for me.” She said softly. She got up and I sat there for a minute or two, wondering what the hell was going to happen next.



The thoughts of Sue sucking my cock were racing through my mind and my whole body seemed to relax a little bit, when all of a sudden I felt the belt slap square on my raging hard on, smashing my balls into the chair at the same time!



The pain was much more intense than any I had felt so far today.



After the third one hit me like that I literally fell from the chair.



I lay there on the floor holding my balls, crying out loud when another one hit me across the ass and clipped my balls.



I yelped, writhing in pain on the kitchen floor and tears streaming from my eyes.



“Get up on your knees right now!” Sue yelled at me.



I was able to get up but still held my aching balls.



“Please ma’am, please! Please don’t hit my balls again!” I sobbed.



She chuckled and said that she promised she wouldn’t.



“Four more and your all done for now, so quit crying like a little girl and stand up.”



I used the chair to stand; my legs didn’t even feel like they would support my weight as I leaned over onto the table and pushed myself up.



“Good. Now I want you to stand right here at the end of the table and put your hands behind your back and close those teary little eyes again for my okay?”



Her voice so soft and sweet made my body shiver.



“Yes ma’am.”



I stood there with my hands behind my back and my eyes shut tight, although I could still feel the tears leaking from them.



She walked over and grabbed my surprisingly still hard cock and put it on the table and stroked the length of it a few times.



“KRACK!”



“KRACK!”



The belt came down twice on my hard cock!



I was able to stay on my feet but my whole body began to shake uncontrollably.



My balls were tensed up and I could feel my cock pulsing. All of a sudden I came all over the kitchen table!



I couldn’t believe it!



At the same time I heard Liz and Sue say “Oh my god!”



“Finish him Sue, quick!”



With that the belt cam down the final two times on my cock and even though the pain was so fucking intense, I felt my balls tighten again and more cum spurted across the table with each hit!



“You mother fucker! Open your eyes and look at what you did all over Liz and Dales table!”



I opened my eyes and was shocked to see that my cum had shot almost to the other end of the table!



“Jesus, that was fucking impressive!” Liz said. “I have never seen anyone cum in a situation like that before! Have you?” She asked Sue.



“Fucking never! That was totally amazing to see!”



My body felt as though I had been hit by a fucking truck and then ran over a few times by passing cars.



I realized that I was more laying on the table than I was standing up. I tried to stand and my legs buckled as I crashed to the floor in a heap.



Both the girls knelt beside me and they both asked if I was okay. “Yes mistress, yes ma’am. I am fine; I just can’t stand on my own.” I sobbed to them as one of them rubbed my arm and the other my leg.



“Man, that was the most impressive cum shot I have ever seen in my life!” Liz said as she wiped the side of my face off with her hand.



“You lay there for a few minutes and rest, okay?”



“Yes mistress, thank you so much. And thank you ma’am for making me cum like that. I have never cum so hard in my life and for a minute I was afraid that my balls shot right through the end of my dick!”



With that they both laughed their asses off, Liz still wiping my face and Sue rubbing my back. I smiled at the two of them and closed my eyes to rest.



When I rolled over I felt my arm drop over the edge of something and it freaked me out since I thought I was still lying on the kitchen floor.



I opened my eyes and I was in a bed still naked.



I looked around and realized that I was upstairs in their spare bedroom.



My balls still ached, my cock was swollen and my ass was covered in welts. I got up and stretched and the sun was just coming out.



I was in sort of a daze, recalling all that I had been through yesterday. Half afraid of what to expect today, I crept over to the door and listened.



Not hearing any sounds I turned the handle and pulled open the door.



I got down on my knees and crawled towards the steps. Part way down I could hear voices in the kitchen. As I crawled closer I could hear Tim and Dale talking.

Roxy relaxed her grip on Gareth and focused on feeling the wind in her face through the open visor of her helmet.



The sun was still up but by the time they would arrive at their destination it would be about to go down in spectacular fashion by the look of the surrounding clouds.



They would spend some time down at the beach before heading to the pub they were planning to stay the night.



Gareth parked the cruiser and Roxy jumped off and removed her helmet, gloves and leather jacket with practiced speed before unsnapping her blue jeans and jumping out of them.



Gareth paused for a moment to watch the playful, sexy wiggle of her hips as she tried to beat him down to the surf.



He always enjoyed the site of her ass in a thong and he knew that it was her big tits bouncing as she moved which was attracting several interested looks from passers by.



Ditching his gear, Gareth launched into a sprint to overtake her and as he knew he would, he won.



Playing in the surf was always fun with these two because they both had wicked minds and their sense of humor meant there was never a dull moment.



Gareth picked Roxy up and threw her into the water then grabbed her in a surprise attack when she finally surfaced for air.



His mouth closed in on hers for a passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever and caused his cock to harden instantly.



As they floated in the water they moved further and further out until only their chests were visible.



As Roxy’s big tits floated lusciously before his eyes, Gareth uncovered them and began to feast on her large, full nipples.



They didn’t notice at first that they were no longer alone in the ocean.



Several swimmers had moved around them and were getting a pretty good show.



They were all men and they stared openly at the two of them, or rather at Roxy’s tits.



Gareth looked up and saw them but he just smiled knowingly because he fully understood their fascination.



It was then that one of the men recognized him and called out his name.



One of the men, Wolf (Short for Wolfgang I think…), was a professor Gareth had worked with who was a member of a small group of professors that regularly got out on their bikes together during their breaks.



It was a freaky coincidence but Gareth could tell that Roxy was incredibly turned on by this sudden turn of events.



Roxy reluctantly covered her tits back up again as several pairs of eager eyes followed her every move.



As they all made their way back to shore Roxy checked each man out in turn, taking little mental notes on things like how they moved and how they smiled and Gareth caught her gaze moving to their hands every now and then.



Roxy loved hands and he knew she was imagining how they would feel on her naked body…



When Roxy got really excited her nipples enlarged to the width of a large thumb, one centimeter long and on top of that, the surrounding areola became really puffy and changed color. It was obvious from a glance that the ends of her tits were puffed up now and this always made Gareth’s cock jump in his pants.



Once back on the sand Gareth shook hands with Wolf, promising to meet up when they all got back to the pub for a few drinks and some pool, as the group was also staying at the same pub for the night.



With a few last glances at Roxy’s tits the men turned and left them.



Once they were out of earshot Gareth turned to Roxy and asked her if her cunt was now as wet as the rest of her.



She smiled like a cat that was about to get the cream and told him he would just have to wait and find out…



AT THE PUB



The sunset had been magnificent and now they were about to shower and get ready before going downstairs to meet up with the bikers.



Roxy had taken off her bikini and was about to get into the shower when Gareth suddenly grabbed her roughly and shoved her against the wall.



As her back slammed against the hard surface his hand snaked up into her dripping wet cunt and began finger fucking her till she cried out that she was going to cum.



But he released her just as suddenly and teased her with an evil big smile while saying “Not yet my slut.”



Gareth grabbed her again and forced her down on her knees while taking her hair into his fist.



He dragged her to the shower on all fours and fed her his hard throbbing cock, pushing it all the way down her throat till she could not breathe.



When she pulled back he slapped her face several times and asked her what she was going to be tonight.



“A slut” she answered but he slapped her a little harder and asked her to give him a better answer than that.



“Your slut” she tried again and this time was rewarded with more vigorous thrusting of his cock down her throat.



“Will you do anything I tell you to?” Gareth asked her, already knowing the answer.



“Yes, I will be your slut and do anything you wish” Roxy answered.



His cock was less hard now as he mentally willed himself not to get too excited and cum so easily.



He told her to tip her head back and open her mouth and then he proceeded to cum just a bit in her mouth.



“You will take many loads of cum tonight my slut and you will put on a cum show too. Won’t you?”



“Yes” Roxy said as she swallowed his cum.



They showered together and then got dressed, Gareth in blue jeans and a black muscle t-shirt to show off his huge shoulders and awesome sexy biceps and Roxy wore a very tight short white strapless dress with nothing on underneath.



Gareth walked up to her and pulled down the top of her dress to reveal her large tits and perfect puffy hard nipples. He slapped both of her tits a few times, concentrating on just the tips of her nipples and then he sucked them soothingly, groaning as her puffed areola and huge nipples filled his entire mouth like a mini cock. He sucked them hard into his mouth until she began to moan in ecstasy. One or two more slaps and he pulled her dress back up to cover her tits before slapping her ass on the way out the door.



Gareth pushed Roxy ahead of him as they descended the staircase into the bar room. All eyes were on Roxy and several men paused drinking to watch her.



Roxy caught a distinct naughty gleam in Wolf’s eyes as he moved towards them. He offered to get them both a beer and then left to go back to the bar.



A POOL GAME WITH A ‘PRIZE’



There were seven men in the group including Wolf and Gareth which made Roxy wet with anticipation. She knew Gareth well enough to be convinced she was going to get fucked senseless tonight by most, if not all of these men.



They all sat down at a big round table together and Wolf came to join in the conversation, teasing Gareth about some of the times they had together in the past.



Gareth made sure it was obvious that his hand was under the table the whole time and everyone knew that he must be doing something to Roxy by his side. Her flushed cheeks and frequent shifting in her seat left no doubt that Gareth was stirring her up somehow…



In fact, Gareth’s hand had moved up her thigh and was continuously rubbing her dripping pussy and clit.



The conversation was polite enough but the men found it hard to look away from Roxy’s big, beautiful round tits and fascinating puffy ends with large, hard nipples, which visibly pushed through the thin material of her white dress.



As it got later, most of the people left the pub and the pool room was finally emptying.



Wolf challenged Gareth to a game of pool and that was when things started to heat up significantly.



Roxy, being the true slut that she was, got the ball rolling by offering herself as the ‘prize’ for the winner.



Suddenly every man in the room wanted to play!



Wolf smiled mischievously at Gareth and told him that he hoped his game had improved since the last time they had played together because he intended to collect his prize no matter what.



Gareth told Roxy to give Wolf a quick flash of what he wasn’t going to get tonight.



She quickly pulled down the front of her dress to reveal two perfect tits, much to the astonishment of the other men.



Wolf took it in his stride but reached down to shift the bulging contents in the front of his jeans before looking straight at Gareth and saying:



“Game on!”



To cut a long story short, both men played pretty well but Wolf won the game, then walked up to Roxy and pulled down the top of her dress again to expose her tits. He sucked each nipple long and hard in turn while enjoying the sound of Roxy groaning in pleasure.



Gareth then got the show moving by telling Wolf how much of a slut Roxy was and that next she would want a few hands up her dress.



Roxy played along by agreeing with him.



“Yes please! I love hands up my dress playing with my wet cunt!”



The men needed no further encouragement and they leapt forward to oblige her wishes.



Now they all knew they would get into trouble if they continued this in the pool room so Gareth led them upstairs to their room.



Roxy could have sworn that at least three different hands reached up her dress on the way up the stairs as she heard at least three different groans when each one realized they were right about her not wearing anything underneath.



GANG BANG



The door shut and seven men, all breathing very heavily, completely filled the small room.



Strong male hands began to get to work on Roxy immediately as there was no need for words.



Her dress was pulled down to expose her tits and the bottom of her clinging dress was pulled up to reveal her smooth, naked, wet cunt and tight ass.



Hands were pulling and teasing her nipples and probing her mouth and hands were expertly rubbing her clit.



Gareth wanted the men to know the many things Roxy loved to do because they would never be able to guess that she had no known sexual limits.



He knew she would need prompting because he could see that she was already getting ‘drunk’ on sex and turning into a total slut.



“Roxy loves to have her nipples pulled and twisted quite hard, don’t you babe” Gareth said loudly.



“Yes, yes, I love my nipples tortured and my tits slapped!” Roxy confirmed.



Gareth moved around behind her and grabbed her neck in a choke hold while pulling her upper body back towards his chest so her tits were thrust even further forward for all the men.



“Pull my cock like a good little slut!” Gareth commanded.



This made Roxy have to reach around behind her ass and caused her chest to stick out even more.



Two of the men started to slap her tits gently at first while she moaned in pleasure.



Gareth could tell she could take more than that.



“She can take harder slaps than that” Gareth stated.



“Roxy, tell these men what turns you on the most.”



“I love watching men pull their cocks for me.” Roxy said as Gareth slightly released the pressure of his hands around her neck.



“SLAP!” Gareth slapped her face quite hard and reminded her that she should continue to pull his cock when she speaks.



Cocks were now being pulled out of jeans and some jeans were being thrown on the floor for easier access.



Size was of no real issue for Roxy when it came to being visually stimulated, as long as she could see at least part of a cock sticking out of the end when a hand was wrapped around and pulling it.



She was pleasantly surprised by the wonderful array of cocks before her and her mouth watered for a taste of each one.



Perhaps most interesting of all was the cock belonging to Professor Wolf.



It was at least 9.5 inches long and 7 inches around the girth.



His dark olive skin looked very appealing in contrast with his white t-shirt and the color of his cock was darker still.



Roxy knew she would have to try hard when deep throating this cock but she became giddy with excitement at the thought of taking it up her tight little ass…



Gareth watched as Roxy’s gaze dropped to Wolf’s cock and he knew exactly what was on her mind. He knew his slut very well indeed.



He forced her down onto her knees and gave her the command she needed to hear.



“Suck it you dirty little bitch!”



Roxy needed to be pushed no further as she reached for Wolf’s huge cock and began to work it with hands, mouth and tongue all at once.



She was talented when it came to the oral pleasuring of a cock to say the least.



In fact, she could make a dead man cum back to life with her mouth alone.



Two other cocks were being offered to Roxy now as she worked on Wolf’s cock and she took them into each hand without blinking. In fact, she was in such a deep trance-like state that one wondered how she had even seen them coming. A sixth sense? One for each cock…



Gareth got down behind Roxy and spat on his fingers before starting to push each one inside her ass in preparation for what she was about to receive.



Loudly he announced to the eager group that she was a total anal cum slut who loved her ass invaded by any and all things with no limit on length or width.



This information was met with several groans and grunts of thorough approval from the men.



The look on Wolf’s face indicated that he was in a heavenly place which Gareth knew all too well.



Roxy sucked hard while pulling relentlessly at his cock with her left hand, then her right hand alternatively, continuously. Starting at the base of his shaft and moving up to meet her hungry mouth.



Wolf groaned out loud and thrust his hips forward roughly to fuck Roxy’s mouth.



She tried with all her might to take his huge cock all the way down her throat but it was too hard and she ended up gagging and spitting drool every time.



Gareth had willed his cock to soften just a little bit so that he could fuck her face next.



He moved from behind her and held his cock up to her face.



Roxy gratefully took it into her mouth and let it slide all the way down her throat, holding it there until Gareth released his force on the back of her head.



Her hands still pulled at the cocks around her while her juices flowed at the exciting sight of them all before her.



She watched with total fascination as Wolf pulled his cock which was still covered with all her drool, making it glisten.



Strong hands carried her over to the bed and pushed her onto her back.



Hands moved all over her body, rubbing, slapping, pulling, pinching, probing and caressing her while she moaned as her senses went into overload.



Tongues lapped at her neck, shoulders, nipples and cunt till she cried out in a powerful orgasm.



This was the cue the men needed to grab their cocks and get ready to use every one of her holes.



Gareth jumped in first, entering her wet cunt quickly and fucking her rough and hard.



Two men stood either side of her head and she turned from side to side, sucking each one in turn.



At the same time her hands each worked on one cock while one man stood pulling his cock in anticipation while watching the show and Wolf began inserting his fingers into her ass.



Her legs were then held up and out of the way so that her ass was at just the right height for fucking.



Wolf moved in to take his prize.



His enormous cock began to slowly invade her asshole, stretching it wide to accommodate his fat cock head.



Roxy became very vocal as she felt her asshole being challenged to the max.



Gareth went up to her face and whispered words of encouragement into her ear while telling her how wonderful the sight of her ass being forced open by the massive cock was.



Hands pinched and pulled at her nipples to distract her from the intense sensations which bordered on pain. This worked long enough for her to relax and allow Wolf to fill her up with his entire cock.



Up until now he had just been inching forward slowly as he entered her but now he began thrusting into her and picking up the pace.



Her screams of agony/ecstasy were muffled by the cocks in her mouth and the occasional sound of hands slapping her ass, tits and face.



Wolf pulled out of her ass and roughly turned her over so she was face down and ass up.



One by one each man took turns fucking her ass and slapping their balls against her dripping wet cunt.



Whenever Roxy had an empty mouth she would demand more cock and promptly be face fucked by one of the men.



But the men were all surprised when she begged to have two cocks in her ass at the same time and this was quickly arranged.



Gareth got underneath her on the bed with his cock in her cunt and Wolf entered her ass to prepare and stretch it.



Her cries were so loud that she was immediately fed with cock.



They fucked her long and hard and then Gareth took his cock out of her pussy and filled her ass while another man slid his cock in beside Gareth’s.



Roxy felt as though the two cocks in her ass were roughly equal to having Wolf inside it so she begged for more.



A third cock was finally wedged alongside the other two in her ass and the men took turns fucking her.



Hands closed around her throat and each nipple was roughly pinched between hard, strong fingers as she almost passed out from the pleasure.



Finally she came hard and then collapsed from the force of it.



She was placed on the floor with a circle of cocks all around her, being pulled by each owner until the cum flowed almost all at the same time.



Cum landed all over her face and tits, splashing over her back as well and filling her open mouth until it overflowed.



Roxy played with the cum all over her and drooled it out of her mouth and into her hands and back again with a constant sexy smile on her face.



She sucked each cock that was held up to her for cleaning and then swallowed every drop.



Wolf told his friends that they could all go now and he would join them much later after he had ‘cleaned up.’



For the next few hours Wolf and Gareth caught up with each other between bouts of frantic fucking with Roxy the lucky lady wedged between them each time.



THE END

The following is, by a certain definition, a futanari/dickgirl story. It does NOT at any point feature sex with minors (individuals below the age of 18)



*



Melissa emerged from the the shower. With nought but a towel around herself, she plopped down onto the bed she’d been sharing with her sister.



“Did anything happen while I was gone?”



“Well, yeah I guess,” Angela said, “as in, not much, for a change.”



“Oh yeah? How do you mean,” Melissa said as she wrapped another towel around her sopping strawberry blonde hair.



“Well for once they’re dressed and not having sex.”



“Oh, yeah, that is a pretty big change isn’t it?”



“Yeah! It’s pretty amazing.”



Melissa sat down in front of their spyglass, squinted shut one of her eyes and took a look. Through it she saw that Diana and Jenn were snuggled up on a couch, dressed in comfortable clothes, evidently watching something on Diana’s television. “So they’ve been together the entire weekend.”



“Mhmm.”



“I think she’s settling on this girl, then.”



“Yeah, looks like it. I mean she hasn’t seen any of the other ones since, um… last Wednesday.”



“That’s good,” Melissa said. “I think she’s starting to get it.”



Angela nodded. “And I like this brown haired one. You should have seen her walking around in those yoga pants.”



After a couple moments Melissa pulled back from the spyglass and turned to face her sister. “I just hope all those other girls don’t create some sort of backlash about this.”



“Because they’re upset that Diana has chosen this one instead of them?”



“Uh-huh. A woman behaves very unpredictably when she is separated from her goddess…”



“Yeah, yeah… And there’s five of them. Five little hotties, feeling all deprived.” Angela leaned in closer, speaking in a lower, conspiratorial tone. “You know what we’ll have to do?”



“Investigate further?” Melissa said, grinning gleefully.



“Yep.”



“I’ll call front desk and extend our stay.”



Chapter 24



It had been two days since that meeting at Audrey’s apartment, yet still there had been no word from Erica on whether or not she supported her treacherous plans. No bother; the point of that gathering was not actually to come to any group consensus. Their votes demonstrated to Audrey who could and couldn’t be trusted to participate in the plot she intended to put into motion. Shelley and Donna were out, as predicted. Erica would also be left in the dark. She only had Stacy on her side.



She was seated by herself at a coffee house, cupping some sort of frothy chai-latte concoction in her hands pensively. What would her father do, in her sort of situation? Despite his secrecy Audrey had always been aware of his shadier practices. When someone wouldn’t cooperate, his first step was always a warning. He would use their fears against them, to scare them into compliance. That was usually enough, and if it wasn’t… their funeral would soon follow.



But what could she do to frighten Jenn? She regretted paying so little attention to Diana’s girlfriend during that past Wednesday. She still knew next to nothing about her, except for her name and where she worked. Besides, once jolted Jenn would probably go running to Diana, who would see right through such scare tactics and suspect one of her own as the culprit. Then there would be no point in even trying; Diana wouldn’t want to have anything to do with any of them.



There was no choice but to go right to the final step. Jenn would have to be eliminated, by force. Though she didn’t yet know how she was going to accomplish that, she knew she was going to have to tie up some loose ends first.



She began by writing a group text to Shelley, Donna and Erica.



> No vote from Erica means 3 against 2. Won’t be doing anything about Diana’s girlfriend. It was a silly idea, and a dangerous one too. I must have just been feeling caught up in the moment.



Hopefully the others would believe her and forget all about her little plot.



Chapter 25



Wednesday had come around again, though this time Diana was only going to be spending that midweek night with Jenn. After one of her classes they met up at the shopping mall and were casually wandering those noisy halls and browsing items. It was a nice way to start their night, to be as they once had been as a pair of teenage mallrats,

“Ooh let’s take a look in there,” Jenn said as she tugged on Diana’s wrist. Diana was reluctant, resisting slightly and having to be dragged into that pink and black lingerie store.

“Ah, I don’t know if that’s a good idea…”

Jenn turned to face her, grinning playfully. “Oh, come on! Don’t you want to pick something for me to wear tonight?” She stepped closer and added more privately, “something tiny…?”

Diana nodded, already feeling charmed at the thought of having Jenn in something naughtier than just their usual nothing. “Yeah. But, ah, I usually try to avoid places like this.”

“Not today,” Jenn said, and with an enticing sway she sashayed her sexy self into that store with Diana in tow.

Soon enough Jenn was rummaging through the bins of underwear. “Ooh yeah, I like this,” she said as she picked out a tiny black thong. She held it over her tight fitted jeans, modelling it for Diana. “What do you think?”

“That’s good,” Diana said. “But try something more exotic… You’re always wearing those, anyway.” She stepped over to another bin and pulled out a much more interesting item. “Like this.”

It was a lace teddy: Translucent pink ruffled strips would travel up from the waistband to cover each breast, thinning into little straps that would run down her back until meeting the waist on the other side. Lower, a narrow band of the same material would cross over her crotch before narrowing into a g string.

“Pink,” Jenn commented as she took the little outfit in her hands.

“Yeah. You’re always wearing blacks and blues… Why not change it up?”

Jenn pressed it against her body, modelling the item for Diana. She smiled prettily while striking a saucy pose. “Okay. If you say so… Anything for you.”

Diana just chuckled and nodded her head as she imagined Jenn wearing it at home. It looked like it was made for her slender hourglass form, though her wonderful double-Ds would probably be packed a little tightly… not that that was a bad thing. “Okay… okay, that’s good, very good,” she said as she started to shift her purse so it would hang over her front.

Jenn watched Diana fidget. With a grin and a little giggle, she knew exactly what she was trying to hide. “Oh… is this why you don’t usually come into shops like this?”

Diana looked away. “Yes.”

“Well you still have to help me try this on!”

“No! Hell no, that’s not going to be a good idea.”

“Well… We still have to pick something out for you to wear tonight, also.”

To wear tonight. Diana’s cock twitched at the thought of having Jenn in that little lace teddy. “No, no I think I’d better leave before I embarrass myself. You can get me something, anything in fact. Just make sure the cups are a 36G…”

“Okay,” Jenn said with a slightly mocking nod of her head. She was far too amused by Diana’s awkward circumstance.

“I’ll meet you in the food court. Bye for now!” Still pressing her purse against her crotch, Diana gave Jenn a quick peck on the cheek and quickly left the store.




By the time she had reached the food court she’d cooled off enough to let her handbag hang normally. She took a seat and dug her phone out of her purse, something to pass the time until Jenn would rejoin her. Just as she unlocked the phone it began to buzz, and the screen read ‘ incoming call: SHELLEY JOHNSON’. Diana smiled; it was always a pleasure to hear from that pretty and vivacious tattooed girl.



“Hello?”



“Hey, that was fast. How’s it going Diana?”



“Not bad, rocker chick. How are you?”



“I’ve been alright. Long time to chat.”



Diana felt a slight pang of guilt for her unannounced absence from the girls. “Yeah… yeah, I guess it’s been a week! Time flies.”



“It does,” Shelley said softly.



“So, what’s up?”



“Well… okay, Diana. This is going to be a serious phone call, unfortunately.”



“Oh?”



“Yeah. It’s, um. It’s Audrey. Okay… okay, look. Audrey and Stacy say that you’ve been off with Jenn…”



Diana felt another little stab of guilt. She wondered how the two were staying so up to date with her personal life.



“…and that’s pretty much how it’s going to be from now on. And that’s okay. But for some of the other girls, it’s not. Diana, Audrey had some sort of meeting on Saturday, and she asked us to vote on who wanted to ‘do something’ about that.”



“Do something about it…?”



“Yeah. As in, probably something really bad. To get rid of Jenn, for good. Donna and I voted against, and Erica was undecided. Stacy I guess is just following along with Audrey, so they voted yes, and well… you might have heard how her dad does business.”



“So you’re saying Audrey might want to try to have Jenn killed,” Diana said, trying not to inject any emotion into her voice.



“Yeah. She might, Diana. The vote was against her in the end so she said she wouldn’t. But still, I figured I ought to warn you, just in case.”



Diana slumped, palming her face in utter disbelief.



“Diana… are you still there?”



“Yes, I am.”



“Are you okay?”



“I’m fine. I just… wow. Unbelievable. There are no words.”



“Yeah… uh. Well… I don’t know what else to say, either. I guess, just, tell Jenn to be careful.”



“I will.”



“Okay. We miss you, Diana. If you ever want to hang out, just as friends or whatever, we’ll always be here.”



“I know that, and… and I want you to know that you truly are a friend, Shelley. Thank you.”



“No problem babe. Kisses!”



“Kisses. Buhbye.”



Her face still hidden, Diana absently watched the various other people in the food court through the crack between her fingers. She suddenly felt very weary, though her thoughts were racing. I always knew Audrey was a sly one, but this… my god. How could she be so heartless?



Yet there were two sides to that coin. This might be my fault. In that letter my parents sent me, they told me to choose one girl… ‘one who strikes me as more worthy than any of the others’. Diana knew that letter word for word. By now it was a tattered sheet that was near disintegration from all the times her younger self had secretly studied it.



To further quote it: ‘She will become very attached to you, ‘mated’ you might say, as would any other female human who shares your intimacy.’



It was then that Diana realized each of the five girls were mated to her. They each needed her, and yet she had chosen Jenn. Though it was the right choice it didn’t change the fact that the others must have felt extremely deprived and jealous now… so jealous that one of them was considering murder.



With that harsh lesson learned, Diana was suddenly matured. From then on her old ways, the frivolous behaviours of an immature goddess, were behind her. She would live in the manner her instincts dictated, monogamously dedicated to her sole chosen partner.



Chapter 26



They retired to Jenn’s room, for though it was a more humble affair than Diana’s it was also a lot closer to the mall, meaning they would be able to try on their newly acquired lingerie much sooner.



“Okay, so let’s see what you got me,” Diana said as she opened up the shopping bag. She gently dropped the frilly little pink number she’d chosen for Jenn onto the coffee table, revealing below it the item Jenn had picked up. “Oh… oh, wow,” she said as she lifted it out of the bag.



“Yeah. It’s called a ‘skirted teddy’.” The article Diana held was made of fine black mesh and bubblegum pink silk. It was essentially pink bra cups with frilled black details, then from the bra a strip of black mesh trailed down the front to form a tiny fringe of a pink mini skirt that had no hope of covering any woman’s behind, let alone any goddesses’ member. “It also came with a thong, but you won’t have any use for it so I’m keeping it. Amazing that I didn’t have to go into the plus sizes to get cups that would fit you.”



“Yeah, geez. Okay, so you want me to try this on.”



“Um, yeah,” Jenn said with a giggle.



Diana turned around and began to strip out of her clothes, and Jenn was keen to observe her lover’s awe inspiring body as she changed. Black straps criss-crossed her pale back as she slid into the tiny garment. Once that adorable and insignificant excuse for a skirt circled her cheeks Diana began to adjust the bra, positioning her jiggling globes in it properly and making adjustments to the straps. All the while her flaccid member and sac could be seen swaying slightly between her thighs with every movement.



Eventually she turned around and struck a pose, “ta-da…”



“Oooh. Wow,” Jenn said, stepping closer as she eyed Diana’s blessed figure up and down. With just a strip of that black mesh connecting the bra to the skirt, so much of Diana’s fit and feminine body were on display beneath that hefty set, which were packed into that bra and held high and round. Jenn’s fingers played with the pink fringe of her skirt as she stared hungrily at the ivory monster that hung from within it, eight inches while unaroused. “It’s… perfect. I just want you to fuck me now, really bad.”



“Yeah yeah,” Diana said as with a little push to Jenn’s collar she created distance between the themselves. “Now you. Go on…”



Jenn giggled softly and then began to wriggle out of her tight jeans. She tossed off her tank top. Turning around to face the coffee table, she slipped her thong down, presenting to Diana what waited for her as she bent to have it off and grab her lace teddy. She held the strappy pink fluff in front of her for a moment, considering just how one goes about putting on such a tiny thing before gingerly stepping into the mere strings and pulling up.



Diana hissed softly as the G string disappeared between her cheeks. Jenn next passed each strap over her shoulders and adjusted them so their widened front portions would properly pass over her breasts. “A bit small on my boobs,” she said as she turned to face Diana, revealing her cleavage to be packed much tighter than any of the lingerie brand’s models were in advertisements. Finally she secured the waistband, drawing the two broad transparent pink ribbons of the front close to her to compliment her trim figure.



“My god,” Diana murmured as she stepped closer to Jenn, placing her hands on her hips. With each movement her immense breasts bounced inside her garment, her member swaying heavily as already it had lengthened some. “You look… so hot.”



Without response Jenn got closer still, and bust to licentiously presented bust they kissed, softly at first, though with an almost instantly increasing passion. As their tongues lashed Jenn felt Diana’s shaft warmly pulsing against her mid thigh. She traced her hand up and down that irresistable tool, covering the area within her skirt to the lowest extents she could reach without bending down.



The skin of Diana’s member was tightening to her touch as it quickly thickened and grew, for Diana was intensely aroused to see her normally darkly clad girlfriend in something so feminine and vulnerable. She was also thrilled to be wearing something so revealing and overtly sexual. Soon she was so stiff that she had to turn her hips, letting her cock jut out to Jenn’s side as it reached for the sky.



With her fully hard Jenn had access to the entire length, and as she traced her hand along her lover’s huge studly hardness she began to feel that deep need in her loins… but before that, she needed a taste. She stepped back and dropped to her knees, gazing up expectantly at Diana.



Diana slowly lowered herself to sit on the coffee table, and as her bottom hit the cold surface her shaft bobbed dauntingly before Jenn, who licked her lips, rapt with lust. She spread her legs as Jenn shuffled closer.



Jenn slid a hand down, starting just below the head to slowly descend until it disappeared within her tiny skirt. She repeated with the other hand, turning her gaze up to meet Diana’s. She again licked her lips wantingly, and then as if on cue the precum began to slowly dribble out.



“Ohh, babe,” Diana moaned as Jenn eagerly began to tongue and slurp up that sweet treat. She was overcome with an urge to hump that girth into Jenn’s throat, but knowing from her own experience how improbable a fit that would be she resisted. She chose to take Jenn’s hands, fingers weaving together as their palms met and hung in the air at each side of her turgid cock, for if she had to fight her urge to thrust, Jenn’s urges to squeeze and stroke would also be denied.



With only her mouth to connect her to the end of Diana’s lusty shaft Jenn’s head bobbed as she gulped and gagged needily. Her chin glistened and dripped with a lewd mixture of precum and her own spit.



“Hhhho, yes,” Diana moaned as with a stiff lurch of her cock she filled Jenn’s cheeks with pre, eliciting a grateful sigh from the gorgeous brunette. Her unsatisfied urge to abuse Jenn’s mouth was supplanted by mental images of herself carnally thrusting into her on that nearby couch. Seeing her in that tiny frilly little pink thing, she just wanted to fuck her senseless.



Inspired by that imagery, Diana tilted her hips away, pulling her glistening rod away from Jenn’s mouth, and rose to her feet. Hands still pressed together and fingers still tightly weaved, Jenn had to follow. With a predatory look in her eye Diana guided her back towards the couch.



Their barely covered chests jiggled and jostled while Diana’s rod bounced stiffly between them as the few feet of distance around the table were travelled. When cushion hit leg Jenn fell back onto the couch, pulling Diana over her as she went. She wasted no time in spreading her legs, revealing the intense glistening arousal of her hairless slit. “God, I want you inside me. Fuck me,” she whispered.



Wasting not another moment, Diana simply nodded her head, then without hands took aim and slid herself into Jenn slowly. The tense head of her shaft bluntly nudged the thin pink strip of G string out of the way, and inch after tight inch gradually enveloped her. She moaned lowly. Once buried as deeply as she could be she carefully lowered herself on top of Jenn, pinning her hands to the couch while her expansive bust did the same to her torso.



“Oh god Diana,” Jenn whispered, always rapt at the first feel of herself so completely filled, surrenduring to the hold Diana had on her. “So huge… fuck me, please!”



Diana silenced Jenn’s pleads by pressing their lips together in a smouldering kiss. She began to rock her hips, gently pushing herself in and out. Jenn still did not remain quiet, for she sighed and moaned with each pass of that divine endowment.



Finally they released hands as Diana instead filled her grasp with Jenn’s generous breasts. Her nipples were plain to see and feel through the translucent pink material, hardened points prodding against her indulgent touch. Jenn felt a mighty throb and the liquid heat of another burst of precum coating her insides. Her eyes widened with surprise before she giggled softly, breaking their kiss.



Diana shared that giggle, then whispered: “You like that, hmm?” She slowed her thrusts to the tiniest wiggle. Jenn simply nodded, her gaze locked with Diana’s adoringly.



“You want more?”



Jenn nodded again, biting down on her bottom lip with wanton lust.



“Then you’ll get plenty more.” With that increased lubrication Diana was free to thrust faster and deeper. The steady rhythm of lovemaking was soon assumed, and Jenn was utterly incapacitated by the sensation of those huge, constant passes into her velvet confines. She moaned helplessly with a growing volume and urgency until Diana silenced her with another smouldering, messy kiss.

Each subsequent pass had Jenn tightening around Diana’s seething rod, and her muffled wimpers were growing more and more fitful. Not even close to finishing yet, Diana began to mercilessly drive into her, the toned yet feminine muscles of her body flexing beneath her meager straps and frills of clothing with each athletic push. She pulled out of that kiss and Jenn’s cries were no longer silenced: “Oh, god dammit! Keep going!”



“That’s right baby,” Diana said as she repositioned herself upright and held one of Jenn’s smooth bare legs before her for support. In this pose she easily pistoned into her, eliciting animal screams of ecstasy as Jenn entered a furious climax. Diana detachedly kissed that leg, unaffected. “You’re so beautiful while you cum.” She was letting herself go now, subject to the command of the buildings sensations in her huge member, which seethed with the pressure of her pent up seed.



After a couple moments of this Jenn began to recoil from those savage passes, the pleasure having grown too much to bare. Diana took the cue to slow down, and the din of Jenn’s cries decreased until she fully stopped. Diana was panting softly now, having felt a hint of her own climax on its way. She gingerly pulled herself out and backed up to lie at the other end of the couch, heavy shaft swinging with her every movement and occasionally tapping against her sternum. She very slowly began to stroke her last couple inches as she waited for Jenn to regain her senses.



Some of Jenn’s brown locks had come free of their tie during their animal rut, giving her a look of erotic disarray. When her composure returned she crawled toward Diana with a catlike grace and laid over her. They shared a gentle kiss, a brief moment of peace that followed what had just taken place… yet the steady urging of Diana throbbing against Jenn’s chest soon had the brunette dipping a hand low. Her slender fingers encircled that hot pulsating flesh and she began to make the long, slow trip up and down.



“Ooh, babe,” Diana cooed. Her cheeks were flushed.



Jenn just smiled back, glowing from her recent orgasm. She didn’t have to dip her head down too far; lips easily met the head of Diana’s tense cock, and at a measured pace she began to tongue, revelling in her lover’s taste as her delicate hand still gently ascended and descended.



“God, baby,” Diana breathed. “I’ve got so much cum for you… feel like I’m going to burst.” Jenn merely sighed her reply as she positioned herself more deliberately before that throbbing pillar, stroking faster. She was utterly in love with how impossibly long and thick Diana was, along with the heavenly taste of her cum. As if there were too much to hold in, it ever so slowly issued out of that shuddering rock solid rod, teasing Jenn’s addiction.



She was biding her time as she did this, taking a moment to recover from the blessed ravaging she had just recieved, yet all the while she sensed that Diana needed a more direct sort of treatment to be finished off. Jenn eventually rose to her feet, crouching over Diana’s reclining form with obvious intent. “Oh yes, please,” Diana panted as she reached for Jenn’s hips, ready to guide her back down. Those moments of gentle pleasuring had become agonizing to her – she needed to release!



Jenn took a deep breath and started to lower herself. Slowly that long, throbbing treasure disappeared into her until she was filled once more. Diana held back the urge to wantonly buck her hips into her, letting her lead from above. Jenn had gotten rather good at it those past few days, and after a few warm-up passes she was taking Diana at an athletic pace.



“Fuck, oh god fuck me,” Diana wimpered softly. Jenn looked on proudly, continuing those well practiced movements without a care for how her breasts vaulted steadily in her pink teddy. “Oh Jenn, shit… you’re becoming so good at that…”



“No one else can fuck you like I do, Diana…”




“Ah, ah… Uh-huh!”



Jenn leaned in to passionately french kiss her, practically colliding with her lips before commencing that ravaging caress. It didn’t take much for Jenn at that point; she was already experiencing another mini-climax. All other movements ceased as she gasped deeply against her lips, and after the briefest tormented moment Diana took over. Feeling that the end was near, she pumped up into Jenn, hard and steady.



Jenn squealed into Diana’s mouth at that sudden rush, the gentle orgasm she had induced in herself interrupted. Her breasts jostled and jumped in all possible directions, lightly smacking Diana’s chin. She could feel the building tension of Diana about to burst within her, impossible to hold back now, so she pulled out of that kiss: “Yes, yes let me have it!”



Diana let go of Jenn’s hips, her own still thrusting up unrestrainedly. Upon release Jenn quickly dismounted and dropped down to kneel before Diana, just in time to catch that shaft in her hands as it rocketed upward. As her grip collided with Diana’s abdomen that first shotgun blast of cum burst, thickly spraying out, only to rain down on Diana’s chest with a patter..



Diana fell back against the armrest of the couch, crying out with ecstasy as her cock seized and jerked, ejecting her copious gift. With an impassioned moan Jenn plunged the overflowing tip deep in her mouth, and as always despite her concerted efforts to swallow as much as she could the crack between lip and orgasmic flesh overflowed with each burst. She was kneeling over Diana’s hips, and the excess spattered down onto Diana’s cleavage. Jenn vigorously pumped and twisted her hands up and down, milking Diana for all she had.



The flow eventually decreased until Jenn could fully swallow each precious burst, which she did while still stroking and pulling. Meanwhile Diana lay there, twitching and gasping in ecstacy as she continued to empty herself.



Eventually sated, Jenn collapsed beside Diana and gave her a cream-laden kiss. With a moaning exhale Diana accepted, her cock still spasming and drooling pearly fluid as Jenn still slowly stroked its hardness. Dazed, she giggled softly.



“God, there was so much,” Jenn whispered.



Diana just nodded, still giggling a little as her cheeks reddened.



“You’re so amazing.”



Diana smiled dreamily, then pulled Jenn closer. “So are you.”



“I need you, so badly… I love you.”



Looking Jenn in the eyes, she could see that she meant it. She’d always known that she had those feelings, but now she wouldn’t take them for granted. She felt gratitude, and the need to protect and shelter Jenn from danger.



“I… I think I love you, too.”



“Oh, Diana…”



***



There was always a sort of sheepish humour to the cleanup process, for though Jenn adored Diana’s seed one just couldn’t leave it lying around their living room. Save for the occasional giggle or half comment it was a silent and rushed activity.



Eventually the two were cleaned up and lying together in Jenn’s bed.



“Jenn, there’s something I need to warn you about.”



“Oh, yeah? What’s that.”



“I… Hmm. How do I even explain this.” Diana took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts. “Jenn, I think I might have put you in danger.”



Jenn just blinked, quiet and patient now with the mood that always followed sex.



“Shelley called me today. She said that Audrey is… very jealous of us.”



“Oh. Yeah, I never liked her much… She’s very self centred.”



“Yeah, but listen. She comes from a family that has, for generations, taken care of their matters, ah, the dirty way.”



Jenn’s eyes narrowed. “What are you trying to say?”



Diana looked down, too ashamed to meet Jenn’s gaze now as she spoke. “I’m saying, Shelley thinks she might be looking to have you… harmed, somehow.”



“…What? Me?”



“Yes, yes… please, I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do about it, yet. But I think you should try and be careful.”



Jenn was speechless.



“Until this blows over can you try not to go anywhere alone? Always stay in a crowd.”



“I… I’ll try, sure. I mean I’m only ever at home, work, class or with you, anyway.”



“I know, but say you’re going from class to work. Or work to home. Don’t go alone… and don’t be out late.”



Jenn just shrugged her shoulders, “yeah, I guess. Sometimes I’ll be out at night, from work or class. It can’t be avoided.”



“Okay, yeah, but just, be very careful. Keep an eye out.”



“Okay,” Jenn mumbled into her pillow, eyes already shutting.



Diana watched her girlfriend drift off, fearful that her warnings were being taken too lightly. She snuggled up against her, wrapping an arm around her protectively. She couldn’t yet sleep, with such worries on her mind.



Chapter 27



One of the many flaws in Jenn’s under-grad lifestyle was the her school’s strange scheduling. Thursdays were the worst, as she had a lecture that started at six pm and lasted until well after sundown.

It was one of those nights, and now Jenn found herself making her usual bus trip from campus back to her room. The warning Diana gave her that previous night was still with her, and she occasionally found herself peering left and right for danger at the bus stop, but in the end all she could think about after that endless late session was getting home for some dinner and restful quiet time.

Her mind was elsewhere as she got off the bus and by the orange glow of street lamps started the walk to her building. Her eyes were cast down upon the crunchy gravel path to her building. She didn’t notice the two men who got out of their car at the same time and, using the grass to silence their steps, were heading straight for her.

She was completely caught by surprise when a thick impliably strong arm was wrapped around her, pinning her arms to her sides. Her mouth was covered by a large, clammy hand, broad fingers digging into her delicate cheeks with an impersonal roughness. As she screamed into that nasty hand a pillow case was placed over her head, shutting the world out. Kicking and squirming, fighting for her life, she was dragged towards the shelter of a tree by the men, away from the light.



She fought hard, forcing one of the men to pin her down as they got to work silencing and immobilizing her. A strip of duct tape covered her mouth, then her legs were bound at the ankle and knee by thick plastic zip ties, which were affixed with a well-practised efficiency. They did the same to her wrists behind her back, and unlike her legs which were protected by her jeans the plastic dug into her wrists sharply as they cinched it tight.

Bound, gagged and blind, the men wordlessly carried her to their car and dropped her roughly in the trunk. She growled muffled curses as they slammed the trunk shut and screeched off into the night.



***



Diana was sprawled lazily in front of her laptop when the buzzer for her apartment rang. She got up and made her way over to the intercom.



BZZZZ! BZZZZ! BZZZZ!



“Okay, okay, calm down. I’m coming.” She pushed the button. “Who is it?”



It was a female voice: “Diana, Jenn is in trouble.”



A chill shot down Diana’s spine. “Jenn… Trouble? Who is this?!”



“It doesn’t matter who this is! Get down here. Our car is waiting.”



She bolted out the door.



Chapter 28



Jenn spent many terrifying moments in the dark and clamorous confinement of that trunk. She had no idea how long she was in the back of that moving car, for time could not be gauged normally under such harrowing circumstances. However many minutes or hours it’d been, it had gone on long enough.



The car came to a stop. She could hear the doors opening, then feel them slamming shut, the jarring vibrations transferring into her bones as she lay curled up on her side. The vehicle was still idling, as if her kidnappers meant to soon be driving off again when they were done. She began to mentally prepare herself for whatever was to come next.



Is this the end?



With the noise of the road finally silenced it felt as if her ears were especially acute, and considering the amount of adrenaline that coursed through her veins, that may well have been the case. She could hear the muffled voices of men and women. Was that Audrey, speaking to her hired goons? And who else was with her?



Suddenly there was a burst of noise, of feet scuffling against the gravel. There was a dull thud, then something large fell heavily onto the car and slid limply off of it, making the suspension lurch. It was unmistakeably the sound of a body. What the hell was going on out there?! The sounds of struggling continued, and not long after she heard an agonizing scream.



The car engine stopped. Oh god, here it comes…The trunk popped and was hurriedly opened. Light was pouring in, penetrating the fabric of Jenn’s pillowcase, shocking her eyes after so much time spent in total darkness.



“Oh god, Jenn!” Jenn’s heart skipped a beat as she felt a rush of relief at the sound of that voice. She squinted against the bright light as the pillow case was snatched off her head, and she was suddenly in Diana’s arms. “Jenn, babe, you’re alive… god, I’m so glad.” Diana held her close, pressing their cheeks together and peppering her with grateful kisses.



As her eyes began to adjust she could make out the silhouettes of other figures who were with Diana, though what she saw stretched her belief. Was there… two of her? Impossible as it seemed, that dark figure looked like it could have been Diana’s double. It reached in and began to slowly pull the tape away from Jenn’s mouth.



Once the tape had left her face Diana’s double began to work on the zip ties around Jenn’s legs, sawing on them with the dull edge of a set of house keys. Seeing this, the true Diana released her embrace and began to do the same with keys of her own.



“Babe, are you hurt?”



“No, not really… nothing serious, maybe just some bruises.”



“Good.”



Jenn’s sight was beginning to adjust, the world around her ceasing to be a dazzling blur of bright light and darkened shapes. The source of that blinding glare was another car, and Jenn could see that Diana’s companion was not actually her double, though the resemblance was uncanny.



“Who are you?” Jenn whispered.



“My name is Angela,” she replied, her gaze still focused on the resilient plastic of those zip ties. “Shit, I think we’ll need something better to cut this.”



Diana quickly kissed Jenn’s forehead and got off of the bumper of the car, then left Jenn’s range of sight. Angela remained, still working on those plastic ties. There were definitely differences between Angela and Diana: the former looked like she must have been a few inches shorter, and she was also a little smaller in the chest, sized more like Jenn.



“This was in his pocket,” Diana said, returning. She held a utility knife.



“Oh, perfect.”



The knife made short work of the bindings on Jenn’s wrists. Diana passed it to Angela, who easily released her knees and ankles.



“There we go. All done,” Diana said as she sat herself back down on the bumper. Jenn crawled out of the trunk to sit beside her. They shared a brief kiss, then leaned against each other, grateful that she was still alive.



Jenn sniffled, her cheeks wet from a couple tears. “I… I want to see the people who did this.”



“Be my guest,” Angela said. She stepped back and held out an arm, ushering the way.



Diana took Jenn’s hands and hopped off of the bumper. Jenn’s limbs were shaky and sore from her time spent confined in that trunk, but without even the slightest groan she got out of the trunk and was on her feet. She wiped her nose with the back of her arm, then walked over to the scene ahead.



On the ground lay one of the men. He was still breathing, though he was out cold with a bloody wound on his temple. Beside him was another, and though he was conscious it didn’t look like he was going to be going anywhere; his legs were both horribly broken. Standing before them was yet another girl, and though she also bore a strong resemblance to Diana she looked like she could have been an actual duplicate of Angela. She had a phone pointed at the crippled man that slumped before her.



“I see you’re okay,” she said. She was sliding that phone back into her pocket. “I got a full confession out of this one… it’s all right here, in my phone. Isn’t that right, sweetie?” She gave a quick jab to one of his mangled legs with her sneakers.



The man groaned. He bore a look of excruciating pain and defeat.



“Exactly,” she said, smiling with satisfaction. She stepped toward Jenn, “my name is Melissa.”



Jenn had to clear her throat before she spoke, her voice gone after beholding what had become of her captors. “Ahem… I’m Jenn. You did all this?”



“We did,” Angela said as she came to stand beside Melissa. “We’re sisters, if you couldn’t tell.”



Jenn nodded numbly.



“Yeah… actually, um. Apparently, all three of us are sisters,” Diana said with a tone that expressed her own disbelief.



“What… you? They…?” Jenn said. “You never told me you had sisters.”



“Well, I didn’t know that I did until tonight, believe it or not.”



“Come,” Angela said as she gently took Jenn’s arm. “Let’s get out of here. We can explain everything later.”



Chapter 29



An ambulance had been called to pick up what was left of the two kidnappers. They be wouldn’t saying anything about the identities of Jenn’s saviours – not when they were guilty of a crime that they had admitted to on video. It was up to Diana and her sisters what would happen to them, and how they would use the footage.



As they cruised homeward in Angela and Melissa’s little Civic, Diana began to unravel the unbelievable tale of what had happened that night.



“So, I was at home about an hour ago,



…when suddenly the apartment buzzer rang. As I got up to answer it it buzzed again, and again. Whoever was ringing it must have had an emergency, or else they were asking for a lesson on patience.



“Okay, okay, calm down. I’m coming.” I grumbled. I pushed the intercom button. “Who is it?”



“Diana, Jenn is in trouble.” It was a girl. I didn’t recognize her voice, but at her words a chill shot down my spine. I went from cool and calm to fighting mode in seconds.



“Jenn… Trouble? Who is this?!”



“It doesn’t matter who this is! Get down here. Our car is waiting.”



I probably should have grabbed a knife or something before I left, but there was no time to think. I bolted out that door. I wasn’t going to wait for an elevator; I headed for the stairwell and made the four storey trip down, two steps at a time.



When I reached the lobby I saw waiting in the vestibule a beautiful fair haired girl. For just a moment a faint feeling of recognition dawned on me. Seeing me give pause, she banged on the door and started frantically beckoning toward me while pointing at a car idling outside. I shook the thought aside and we both made a dash for the car.



Another girl was in the driver’s seat, and she was obviously the first one’s sister. They were practically identical, save for the fact that the one who drove had reddish blonde hair while the other’s was the same colour as mine.



I squeezed into the backseat of their little two door hatchback, and we were off. The girls seemed to have an idea of where your kidnappers were headed. How they knew the things they knew, I still have no idea.



The mood was strange in that car. I could sense hesitation in the blonder haired one, as if words were on the tip of her tongue but she were afraid to speak them. I broke the silence: “I’ve seen you two before.”



“Have you?” said the blonde. She turned to look at me, showing me that face that moments ago I couldn’t place, duplicated on the strawberry blonde beside her.



“Yes. At the metal show last week, you two were both there. I remember, the vocalist of Shelley’s band ended up trying to leave with you.”

“Oh, Dave?” said the blonde with a smirk. “What a putz. Yeah, that was us.”



“And also… at my usual club, when Jenn and I went on our first little outing together. It was a Monday and you two were the only ones dancing.”



“Guilty as charged.”



“Okay,” I said. Somehow, these two girls had always been in the right place at the right time. I suspected that they’d been spying on us. Now they were here, finally revealing their involvement in our affairs at the most decisive moment. “So… who are you?”



“We’re your guardian angels,” the blonde said, smirking obnoxiously.



I had little patience for their routine. “No, really, who the fuck. Are you.”



“Whoa, okay, okay! I’m Angela, and this is Melissa.”



I just blinked. A pair of first names didn’t really mean much to me.



“We’re you sisters,” said Melissa.



If it weren’t so dark they would have probably seen the look of complete shock on my face. It was an absurd statement, but then, having seen them and being witness to the sharpness of their wit, I knew it had to be true. For all of my life I had never known any of my direct family… the closest thing I had was my adoptive parents, and that old letter from my mothers. To think that I had sisters, and that the day had come for me to meet them? It was unforeseen, but not unbelievable.



“Yes… yes, I can see that. You… must really be my sisters.”



Angela giggled. “Little sisters, in fact! Around the time of your first birthday, we, Angela and Melissa Dennis, were born.”



I needed a moment to digest this knowledge. I was a big sister to a pair of energetic and gorgeous blonde haired twins.



“You have more questions, don’t you?” Angela said.



“Yeah. Tons. For starters, how long until we find Jenn?”



“I can’t say for sure,” said Melissa. “I’m driving as fast as this thing will go. We didn’t buy it thinking we’d use it for any sort of, um, ‘rescue missions’. But if they are where I think they are, we should be there in ten minutes. That is, if this short cut still exists…”



I nodded. In terms of rescuing you, there was nothing more to be said. We could only wait until those men were within our grasp. But I had plenty of other questions.



“Okay. So… Angela and Melissa… You two are both… ah, you both have…”



Dicks?” Angela said, grinning broadly. “Yeah, we’re a pair of futanari babes, just like you.”



I didn’t know what a ‘futanari’ was, but I noted that like me they both preferred skirts over pants.



My next question: “Did you receive a letter from our parents when you were twelve?”



Without even pausing Angela opened up the glove box and pulled out a tattered piece of folded paper. That was it. I nodded slowly, perhaps a little perturbed by how carelessly she handled it, as well as the manner by which they stored it.



Next came the question I was dying to have answered: “Have you met them?”



“We met Jessica once, briefly. She travels a lot, and she isn’t as good at covering her trail as Marla. Marla is… very ancient… and impossible to find.”



“Fascinating. What is Jessica like?”



Melissa was the first to reply this time. “I have her hair,” she said proudly as she tossed a lock, one hand still firmly wrapped around the steering wheel. “She doesn’t look a day over twenty five. So if you ever doubted that we’re immortal… now you know,” Melissa said.



“She’s also the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Angela added. “She really is… a goddess.



I wanted to know more about Jessica, and also ask if they knew anything else about Marla, but then Melissa swerved the car into a small plaza. We were on the edge of town, bordering the woods. Recklessly she careened around a Tim Horton’s, and then we squeezed through an alleyway that connected us to another street.



“There they are,” Melissa said. She pointed at an old sedan, which was turning off of the street onto the country road.



There was no more time for questions… we had you in our sights, and nothing was going to get between and that car.



***



“So you mean to tell me that the three of you were able to take on those two men?” Jenn asked.



“Yeah, no problem,” Diana said with a dismissive swipe of her hand. “We’re a lot stronger than we look.”



“Okay… I believe you,” Jenn said as she gave Diana a sideways look. “So what about Audrey? She ought to pay for what she’s done.”



“Yes babe, we’ll have to look into that. She can’t just go around doing these things… but if you’re seeking actual vengeance, you won’t have any help from me.”



“Nor us,” Melissa added. “An eye for an eye, after all.”



Jenn nodded, pushing retaliatory visions out of her mind.



“Plus, in a way it’s my fault she did this. I brought it out of her, by choosing you instead.” Diana tenderly stroked Jenn’s arm. “You of all people should understand how behaviours can go south in that situation. It brought out the worst in her.”



“Not to worry though, Jenn,” Angela said. “We have an idea of our own of what to do about her, and the rest of the girls, too. You two lovebirds can just rest easy now; the Angels have got everything figured out.”



The Angels shared a lecherous giggle. Jenn didn’t care to ask what their plans were.



Chapter 30



It had been twenty-four hours since Audrey’s men were supposed to make their hit, and still there was no word from either one of them. The anxiety was becoming more than she could handle; did something go wrong? Had they been caught? She’d kicked her habit not long after high school, but at that moment she was lighting a cigarette to ease her nerves.



Easy, calm down, she thought. The first time you do this is probably the scariest. Someday these things won’t seem like such a big deal at all.



She sat herself in front of her laptop and opened up her email.



Amongst her usual spam was a message with an attachment. The subject line was simply “Jenn”. Was this her men finally getting in touch with her? She had been expecting a phone call instead. Opening it, the first thing she saw was a link to a youtube video. Scrolling down, there was a preview of the attached photo. It was unmistakeably the men she’d hired, looking bloodied and miserable as they slumped against their vehicle.



“What the fuck,” Audrey murmured. Eyes wide, hands trembling, she clicked the youtube link.



The video started out as a view of the license plate on the bumper of the hired men’s car. “Don’t worry, we’ve set this as a private video, for your eyes only,” spoke a female voice, “that is… unless you don’t comply with our demands.”



The footage then took motion.”Who hired you,” demanded that same voice. It was definitely not one you would attach to someone who could subdue two hardened criminals… yet there they were, lying at the dainty little feet of the one who held the camera, unconscious or disabled.



“Ungh… please just let us go. This was just a job, nothing personal. You can have the girl!”



“Fat fucking chance, mister. You’re going to tell us who hired you, or else the cops are going to sort you out!” She kicked him in one of his broken legs, hard.



“ARGH!… Fuck, god, oh god… okay, I’ll talk. It was Ben Horne’s daughter… what’s her name? … Audrey.



“To do what?”



“To get rid of that girl there. I don’t know why, probably some high school bullshit.”



The camera turned to the car just in time to catch Jenn getting out of the trunk and unsteadily making her way towards the camera person. She was accompanied by two slim young blondes. Though their faces were blurred out Audrey had no trouble telling that one of them was Diana.



The video went black. “Tsk tsk tsk! You’ve been very bad, Audrey Horne, and for that you’re going to have to be punished. We’ll let you choose who does the punishing. We will be at your place this Friday at 8pm sharp, to personally administer your discipline. Either you welcome us in to your home, or the police will receive a copy of our video. Your move.”



Audrey was agape. Ashes sat beside her mouse, shaken off of her cigarette by her trembling hand. It was already Friday night, in fact, glancing at the bottom corner of her computer screen, she saw that it was 7:57 pm.



“Fuck… Fuck!” They would be with her in minutes. Her gaze shot to the door. “Oh god… Oh god, what do I do…?!”



Frantically, she ran to the kitchen and ripped open a drawer. “No knives,” she breathed. She didn’t keep anything bigger than a dinner knife, as she always ate out, though for some reason she had a rolling pin. It was a solid cylinder of wood and it had some good weight to it. It was the best weapon she had.



KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. “Audrey? We’re early… hope you don’t mind.” It was the very same voice she’d heard minutes before in that video.



With that rolling pin clenched in her hands she inched towards her door.



“Well come on, open up already. If you don’t let us in in thirty seconds we’re just going right to the cops.”



“I-I’m coming,” Audrey stammered. She peered through the spyhole: A pair of blonde haired girls, roughly her size. They were extremely attractive, actually, and a lot like Diana. She could probably take them if she was fast.



The moment she unlocked her door it burst open, knocking Audrey back onto the ground. The two girls stepped inside, both dressed in trench coats. One of them gingerly shut and locked the door while with a deft twist of her wrist the other removed the rolling pin from Audrey’s hand.



“A… a rolling pin?” chuckled the girl. Her hair had a slightly orange tint to it, otherwise she was identical to the other.



“Who are you,” Audrey demanded firmly as she started to get to her feet.



The girl who held the rolling pin gave Audrey a soft push on the chest with her sneaker, sending her back to the floor. “My name is Melissa, and this is Angela.”



“Mel, I think this is a shoes-off apartment,” said Angela as she stepped out of her sneakers. Audrey saw that beneath the long folds of their trenchcoats they wore sheer leggings. Angela’s were purple, while the strawberry-blonde revealed hers to be baby blue as she removed her shoes with a mumbled apology and set them beside the door.



Audrey blinked with disbelief at the polite authority of the two gorgeous blonde intruders.



“Really though, a rolling pin,” Melissa said. “We came here to cut you an easy deal, and you come at us with this? I oughta… I oughta shove this up your ass!”



Audrey winced as she sat helplessly on the floor, backed up against the wall.



“Oh, but we have something better to stick up there, don’t we Melissa?” Angela said.



“You’re right about that,” she replied as in unison they both removed their trenchcoats.



Audrey gasped. Those sheer leggings were attached to the waists of the two young ladies by sexy garters, which each framed the long, beautiful cocks that hung flaccid between their legs, swaying as they shrugged off and discarded their coats. Above that they wore lacy bras on their lush chests, colour-matched to the rest of their sensual mode of dress.



“Okay, Audrey, baby. Now it’s your turn… take off your clothes.”



Audrey nodded meekly as she stared in disbelief. This was really happening, and there was nothing she could do about it… unless she wanted the cops to know about her treacherous little mistake. She began by pulling off her t-shirt, then she shuffled about on her bum, sliding her sweat pants off without getting to her feet.



“She’s got cute little tits, doesn’t she?”



“Oh, yeah. She’s a pretty little fox,” said Angela as she took in Audrey’s graceful slender body, shoulder length brown hair and cute visage. “Too bad she’s so naughty…”



Audrey was unclasping her bra as the twins began to run their hands up and down their limp members. Despite her fear, she looked up at them and felt a familiar hunger as they worked themselves to hardness. It was a daunting sight, but they were every bit as gorgeous as Diana, and it had been far too long…



By the time Audrey was fully undressed the twins were pretty stiff and indeed, huge. “Do you like what you see?”



Audrey nodded slowly, the tip of her tongue running along her lips hotly.



“Well then, go on, cutey.” They stepped closer, twin cocks bobbing as the pink heads came within proximity of Audrey’s mouth.



Her eyes wide with disbelief, Audrey took them each in a hand and began to stroke the hardening rods slowly, her gaze flitting back and forth between either, as if she couldn’t decide which to taste first. Eventually she chose Melissa, who moaned gently, eliciting a giggle from her sister.



Audrey found that Angela and and Melissa were slightly smaller than Diana by an inch or two, reaching a length of roughly twelve inches. Her fingers could more easily encircle their girths. Of course that was still utterly huge, and with two feet of cock between them she both feared and relished the thought of what was in store for her. Maybe… just maybe, she would be able to take them.



They were both as hard as they ever could be when Audrey traded Melissa’s for Angela’s. She tongued lustfully, her fear forgotten now as she indulged herself, all the while steadily pumping her hands up and down those identical lengths.



“She’s pretty good at that, isn’t she,” Melissa said.



“Oooh… oh, yes, she really is…”



Pre was starting to appear at the tips of their throbbing tools, and Audrey moaned deeply at first taste of Angela’s seed. Meanwhile Melissa’s was thickly dripping onto Audrey’s hand and forearm, reminding her of her neglect.



With a smack of her lips Audrey released Angela, then bumped their twin erections together at the head, forming a triangle which soon had her mouth at its vertex. The sisters chuckled and traded comments, very pleased as they stood, hands on hips, watching Audrey moaningly tend to their enormous cocks.



Audrey pumped each of them in alternating motions, doing her best to lap up the precious precum that coated her chin and dripped occasionally onto the hardwood floor. Those rock hard heads rubbed against each other, enhancing the pleasure of tongue and hand.



Her eyes were shut as she concentrated on the sweet taste and feel of the sisters, and Audrey didn’t see the look they shared before they both stepped back, slippery lengths easily leaving her grasp. “Now stand up,” one of them said.



Audrey complied, licking the sweet fluids off of her lips as she rose. As soon as she was on her feet the two gorgeous sisters swarmed in, pinning her to the wall with their sensually clad bodies and insistent erections. Audrey moaned as the sweetly pink painted pillows of Angela’s lips came in to to tenderly kiss her own. Their hands were all over her, getting acquainted with every lithe curve of her body.



Soon those exploring touches crept lower, unashamedly rubbing circles over Audrey’s clit and teasing her pucker. She swooned at that touch, revelling in the moment as the twin goddesses enclosed her in the beautiful space their bodies created, not minding at all when slender fingers entered each of her holes.



So far her punishment was absolutely heavenly, but Audrey knew that the twisting, teasing touches that gently entered her would inevitably be replaced by the two monster shafts that pressed throbbingly against her torso. She loved that they were so huge, but perished the thought of what those twin monsters would do to her!



Suddenly, without a word Angela stepped around Audrey and grabbed her under her armpits. Melissa bent down to grab Audrey by the knees.



“What… what are you…?!” Audrey gasped, battling their grip as they lifted her up into the air. For such a petitely built pair the two girls were terribly strong, carrying Audrey up the stairs to her bedroom with ease. As struggling proved futile she gave up fighting. She found herself eyeing Melissa’s round, soft cleavage, which bounced with her every step as the heads of their cocks occasionally smacked against her stiffly, leaving hot little kisses of precum where they touched. She was warming up to the idea of letting the twin goddesses do as they wished to her.



Entering the bedroom, Angela backed up until the back of her legs touched the bed, then seated herself. Her cock was pointing skyward as they manoeuvred Audrey over her.



“Wait… wait, not there!” Audrey said, again attempting to fight the immovable hold the sisters had on her. Melissa was lowering her, and the hot head of Angela’s cock was spreading her cheeks, pressing against her unwilling pucker.



“Yes, there. You did a very bad thing, and this is your punishment. …Try to enjoy it!”



With an almost evil cackle they wrenched Audrey downwards onto Angela’s precum-lubed spire, and in that moment her anal virginity was lost. “Aghh…! Fuck!” She ceased her struggles, instantly weakened by that huge, piercing length, deflating to lie almost limply against her intruder’s seated form.



“Ohhhh, dammit, Melissa. That is so tight,” Angela said, already jerking her hips slightly. With each small motion of her hips she buried herself deeper.



Melissa just chuckled, slowly working her hand up and down her cock as she watched Angela slowly work inch after inch into the disgraced young lady. Knowing what was inevitably coming next, Audrey weakly placed her feet on Angela’s knees, spreading her legs wide. Her teeth were clenched in agony, her wimpers of pain building as Angela slowly worked herself in deeper.



“Ah, see? She’s cooperating again,” Melissa said as she stepped closer, her gaze on her prize.



Angela only grunted her reply as amidst Audrey’s moans and cries of agony she pushed herself in deeper still, seeking to hilt herself.



“Okay then, this part should be much easier,” Melissa said as she settled the tip of her cock against Audrey’s slit. With a careless push she parted those lips, pressing herself in a couple inches. “Oh…? That’s… fuck, that’s really tight! Angela, I don’t think Diana ever put hers in here!”



“Guess she’s just a full-time cock sucker. A novice.”



“Yeah, guess so,” Melissa said softly. With shallow shakes of her pelvis she gradually worked herself into Audrey’s reluctant depths.



Audrey just groaned, her face wracked with agony as the twins enthusiastically did their best to cram their two slippery feet of cock into her. The amount of time she’d had with Diana wasn’t enough to prepare her body for this; she felt like she was going to be split open. Nevertheless it was happening, whether she liked it or not! Thankfully the twins weren’t so huge that it was impossible, unlike their sister.



Melissa pulled herself out until just the tip lay buried, then pushed herself back in to the deepest Audrey could take her, amidst sighs and groans of intense discomfort. She repeated this, starting to pick up a rhythm, and Audrey’s gasps and cries began to change. It was painful, but Audrey also felt pleasure.



“Ngh… she’s starting to like it,” Melissa said between tight thrusts, “but this… is a punishment… not a reward!”



Audrey wimpered, knowing exactly what that meant. On cue, Angela started to rock her hips hard, passing that deeply penetrating shaft in and out of her. Back there she could bury it deeper than Melissa could ever hope to, with almost every inch disappearing into her anus, only to come rushing out again.



“Nooo! No, god, oh god!”



With a sigh of near ecstasy Angela laid back onto the bed, still forcing herself in and out of that forbidden place. Melissa laid over Audrey, pinning her between them, and silenced her cries with a deep, open mouthed kiss. Their thrusts were alternating in time with each other, taking turns to pack Audrey full, eliciting muffled screams into Melissa’s mouth.



Between their four arms they had Audrey in an inescapable hold. She was theirs to use now, a place to cram their huge, steely shafts until they burst, and all Audrey could do was learn to like it. She was growing numb to the pain and somehow starting to enjoy the savage treatment the unusually blessed blondes were giving her.

DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS INVOLVED IN THIS STORY ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18.



Matt slowly made his way down the hallway. His hand trembled, betraying the sense of calm he had tried so desperately to hold onto. His entire body had been clenched tight since he left the saferoom. He felt completely exposed now. If any of them saw him, he was right and truly fucked.



Everything had gone to hell about twenty days before. That’s when the outbreak happened. It was a Saturday, so no one should have even been in the school. However, it was also the day of the senior trip. The entire senior class (conveniently all over the age of 18) along with several teachers had gathered in the morning in preparation for the trip. Several girls began to behave strangely, so the departure for the trip was delayed. Within a few hours, all of the girls experienced the change. Their genitals were somehow being altered. A quarantine was established by the government. They were quick to the scene. Almost too quick to not have been involved. Anyone in the school at the time was trapped. No one could leave or enter until the situation was resolved.



Within two days of the initial change, all of the girls had completed their transformation. There wasn’t a single vagina left in Jefferson High. The population of dickgirls, however, had risen greatly. None of their other physical features had been altered, save for the new cock between their legs. At first, the boys were a little relieved. The virus, or whatever it was, didn’t affect them. All they had to do was ride out the quarantine, right? So wrong.



The girls’ transformation wasn’t limited to a new dick. They also gained new strength, as well as a new overwhelming sex drive. The dickgirls fell on the boys like lions on gazelles. They overpowered them and forced them into submission. With ravenous vigor, they had their way with whoever they pleased. They couldn’t control themselves. Like newly-turned vampires, they took what they needed, and what they needed was sex, lots of it.



Many of the boys, seeing that the dickgirls could overpower even the strongest of them, fled and barricaded themselves in classrooms behind strong doors. Many weren’t as lucky. The first couple of hours saw an incredible orgy fill the school, centered around the cafeteria. The cafeteria was filled with the sounds of violent sex. Boys had girl-dicks forced down their throats and stuffed up their asses. The girls bent them over tables and had their way with them, lost in ecstasy. Sometimes two or three girls would share one boy, either taking turns on him or going at him all at once.



Cliques and social statuses meant nothing from then on. Popular, plastic girls were seen pounding away at band geeks, and shy, glasses wearing girls were seen dragging jocks into an open classroom for a private moment.



At first, some of the more adventurous boys seemed to actually enjoy it. A few got into it, begging for more and sucking the dickgirls passionately. They did enjoy themselves, up to a point. That point was when they realized that it didn’t stop. The girls never seemed to tire. They could go on and on, always wanting more. They barely even needed time between orgasms to recuperate. That’s when the adventurous boys realized they were in trouble. Many died that first day. Most from sheer exhaustion. Some choked to death on cock and cum. More than a few were found with cum filling their lungs. Some had been killed in more violent ways. Those that resisted, or those with the misfortune of being taken by one of the more sadistic girls sometimes met more grisly ends.



Matt, however, was one of the boys who managed to make it to a saferoom. There were about fifteen of them in his room. They had started with twenty, of course. But, over time they had lost five who had left in search of food and supplies. They drew straws for the job every day, because they knew they wouldn’t always make it back. On this day, Matt drew the short straw. So, he ventured out into the school. If he could sneak into the cafeteria, he could get some food for everyone.



Matt was terrified as he snuck through the halls. He clung to the walls and slowly made his way towards the cafeteria. But, he had a long way to go. As he approached a classroom, he heard voices coming from inside. He froze for a few seconds, not even able to move. When he realized that nobody was coming out of the room, he continued forward. As he passed the doorway, he risked a look in through the window. Inside, he saw two girls he recognized, Melina and Gemma. He used to have history class with both of them. They were on opposite ends of some hipster-looking boy, skewering him like a roast pig. He could hear the sound of Melina’s hips slapping against the boy’s ass, as he gargled on Gemma’s thick cock.



Luckily, the boy wasn’t in danger of being killed. After their initial breakout, the girls had learned more control. Well, not enough control to not rape, but enough to not accidentally kill. Besides, if all the boys died, who would they have sex with? Boys who were caught were mostly kept as pets, still pleasing the girls whenever it suited them, but, other than that, well cared for.



Matt knew he shouldn’t watch. He was in danger of ending up like that poor hipster. However, he shamefully found himself becoming aroused. This had happened to him many times before. On one hand, these girls were raping everything in sight. On the other hand, Matt was an eighteen year old virgin and these were the same girls who he had fantasized about sexually for years. Even with cocks, seeing them naked and engaging in depraved sex acts turned him on greatly. He had always wanted to see both Melina’s and Gemma’s big tits for himself. Now, there they were, bouncing with every thrust. Matt’s gaze feel to the hipster boy impaled at both ends, and he knew it was time to leave.



He turned down another hallway and quickly made his way down it. Along the way, he heard the heavy panting and moaning of girls dominating boys inside the classrooms. A few of them had their doors wedged open and he got full views of girls pinning boys up against walls, bending them over desks, or mounting them right there on the ground. As he neared the end of the hallway, he came to an abrupt halt as he saw shadows around the corner. He heard steps coming closer, headed right for him. There was nowhere to hide in the hallway so he ran back and silently slipped into a classroom that appeared to be empty. He pressed himself up against a wall just inside the door.



The footsteps continued to come closer. Matt bit his lip and did his best not to so much as breathe. Two girls walked past the doorway and continued on down the hall. Neither even glanced in his direction. Matt exhaled in relief and his body relaxed for a bit. That didn’t last very long though. Matt heard a soft, “Ungh, ungh,” coming from somewhere very near. His eyes shot open as he realized he was not alone in the room. He turned his head to look at the opposite side of the room. There in the corner were two girls he recognized, Emily and Claire.



Matt became utterly confused just then, because Emily was down on all fours as Claire gave it to her from behind. He had never seen two dickgirls fuck each other. They were facing away from him, and it appeared as though they hadn’t heard him come in. Matt stared in awe as Claire continued to slowly fuck Emily’s ass, and he felt himself getting aroused again. Both girls were very beautiful and Matt had fantasized about both of them at one time or another. Emily had always been known for being a bit of a whore. She had long, dirty blonde hair with nice, large tits and a thick, jiggly ass. Claire was an athlete. She had a slim, tight body with short, dark hair. Her ass and tits weren’t as large as Emily’s, but they fit nicely with her body and were nearly perfectly shaped.



He watched Claire’s buttcheeks clench as she thrust into Emily. Emily’s asshole stretched around the thick cock, taking it all the way to the balls. Claire’s thrusts sent ripples through Emily’s ass and both girls moaned as they continued to quietly fuck in the corner.



Matt was completely hard inside his pants and he couldn’t look away. What really surprised him was that their cocks didn’t bother him in the slightest. In fact, he found his eyes wandering towards Emily’s cock. He stared at it and felt desire burning through him. Only semi erect and hanging down between her legs, Emily’s cock swung back and forth as the two beauties continued their humping. Matt was so engrossed in what was happening in front of him, that he didn’t hear more footsteps approaching from the hallway. Suddenly, from the doorway, there came a voice,



“Well well, what do we have here,” it said. Matt snapped his head to the doorway and saw two girls standing completely naked, their large cocks swinging down between their legs. The first one was a tall girl with black hair named Ashley. The other was a petite girl with short, dyed hair named Danni. Danni had a punk rock tattoo on her hip and a monster of a cock. Matt saw it jump a little as she looked at him and he realized what she meant to do with it. He sprang to his feet and made to slip past them into the hallway. Ashley caught him and pushed him back into the room. Matt tripped and fell on his back in the middle of the classroom.



Claire and Emily both turned to look at what was going on. They stopped their fucking. Claire pulled out of Emily, and Matt stared wide-eyed at the size of her long dick. It left Emily’s ass gaping wide open.



“Looks like somebody was being a little peeping Tom,” said Ashley in a teasing tone. “What were you doing in here? Were you going to start jacking it to Claire’s big dick?” All the girls laughed. Claire stood with a prideful look on her face as she looked down at Matt on the ground.



“Do you know what’s going to happen to you now?” said Danni. All of the girls stood in a circle around Matt. There was no way he was escaping this. He nodded in response.



“Good,” said Danni with a sly smile. “I would hate for it to come as a surprise.” The other girls all laughed.



“You have two options,” said Ashley. “Either you bend over that desk over there, or we do it for you.” They weren’t exactly the choices Matt had hoped for, but he knew there would only be one way for this to end. No use fighting it. There were more of them than him, and they were a hell of a lot stronger than him. He stood up and slowly walked over to the desk. The girls all found this quite amusing. When Matt reached the desk, he hesitated a little, knowing what was about to happen to him. He felt Emily’s hand gently press against his back and push him down until his chest rested on the school desk.



“Good boy,” said Emily. “Now, you ruined Claire’s fun. She was having a great time inside me before you came along. I think you should make it up to her.” Claire circled around the desk until she was standing directly in front of Matt. Her huge, erect cock stared him in the face. He looked up at her and she smirked down at him.



“Open your mouth, slut” she said. The thought of being forced to suck her cock made Matt shiver. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening to him. Deep down though, underneath layers and layers of suppression, something about the idea seemed right to him. Reluctantly he slowly began to part his lips. Claire though, never the patient one, shoved her cock into Matt’s mouth before he was ready to accept it. His eyes widened and he choked as the head of Claire’s cock drove itself back against his throat. Claire pulled out and Matt coughed. After a short reprieve, she forced her way back in.



Her cock was steaming hot inside of Matt’s mouth. He got a thorough taste of it, the cock that had just recently been shoving itself far up Emily’s butt. Claire fucked Matt’s face, thrusting in and out of his hot mouth. His lips and tongue ran over every bulging vein in her long shaft as it pushed its way inside, hitting the back of his throat over and over. Claire pushed into Matt’s mouth once more, but changed the angle of her thrust, forcing her cock to slide down his throat.



Matt thought she might choke him to death on her cock even though she still had several more inches remaining. Claire held her cock there, with both her hands holding Matt’s head still. Matt then realized that one of the girls, Ashely the tall one, was standing behind Claire with a hand reached down between her legs and was tickling Claire’s balls.



“Oh, fuck yeah,” said Claire. “You were out looking for food, right? Don’t worry, I’ll feed you. UUUUUUNNGH,” she cried. Claire forced as much of her cock as she could manage down Matt’s throat and started to cum. The first few spurts of cum went straight down Matt’s throat. But, Claire pulled out of his throat, keeping her cock in his mouth. By reflex, his throat closed itself off and the remaining cum pooled up, filling his mouth.



Dickgirls don’t cum like normal people. They shoot incredible loads that no other human can match. They may have dicks, but they cum just as long as they did when they were all female. And, they shoot cum for that entire time. Matt’s cheeks bulged as Claire’s hot cum filled him up. It didn’t show any sign of stopping, so Matt tried to swallow some in a big gulp. The semen kept coming though and it was soon flowing out of his mouth in torrents. Claire continued to moan in ecstasy as her cum flowed from Matt’s lips over the shaft of her cock.



Finally, Claire’s water hose stopped spraying and she slid out from between Matt’s lips. He coughed up a bit of cum and gasped for air. With reddened eyes from straining, he looked up at Claire. There was a big smile across her face.



“Oh yeah, girls. We’re going to have fun with this one,” she said. She gave Matt’s face a playful little slap and walked back into the semicircle that had formed around him.



Matt then felt two hands on his bare ass. He didn’t even remember his pants being taken off. Someone must have done it while he was getting his face fucked. The hands spread his cheeks apart, exposing his vulnerable hole. He turned his head to see what was happening. It was Emily with her hands spreading him wide. She smiled wickedly at him and lowered her face into his crack. Matt felt something wet and warm. Emily was licking his asshole, and doing a thorough job of it. Matt had never felt anything like it before and almost moaned out loud in pleasure.



Emily stopped licking and spit a good amount of saliva onto Matt’s asshole. Then she penetrated his waiting asshole with her index finger, working the spit inside. She did this several times until Matt was thoroughly lubricated. Then she stood up, spit into her own hand, and worked it over her shaft. Emily had an average sized cock, but Matt was still scared stiff of it entering him. Yet, there was a sense of curiosity too that he could not deny.



Emily lined up her cock with Matt’s asshole and slowly began prodding. After a few pokes, Matt could feel the tip just barely slip inside. He gasped at the sensation, but it was quickly gone. Emily kept prodding, easing the way for her cock. Eventually she slipped the whole head inside with a deep moan of pleasure and a groan of slight discomfort, but not pain, from Matt. Slowly but surely, she slid the rest of herself into him until she was completely inside. Then she leaned forward, resting her upper body against Matt’s back and hugged his body close to hers.



Matt loved the feeling of her large tits pressing against his back. Her soft body was warm on his skin and he felt a strange sense of caring between himself and the luscious dickgirl. The sense of feminine caring was shattered as Emily pulled out a ways and thrust back hard into Matt’s ass. He grunted as he experienced the first of what he was sure was going to be many, many thrusts.



Emily kept her body pressed against Matt’s as she commenced fucking him. She wasn’t rough with him, but kept a smooth pace. She moaned with pleasure right into his ear. Matt wasn’t exactly in ecstasy, but he had to admit that it wasn’t as bad as he had expected. Emily continued for several minutes until her breathing became stronger and her orgasm neared. With a few final harder thrusts, Emily cried out as she started to cum. She buried her cock as deep as it would go, dug her fingernails into Matt’s ass, and unleashed a powerful orgasm.



A flood of cum shot into Matt, and he could feel it as the warm fluid filled him up; an unbelievable amount of cum. When Emily finished cumming, she pulled out of Matt’s ass and a good amount of cum burst free from his asshole and ran down the back of his leg and onto the floor.



Matt looked back at Emily standing behind him, her cock slick with her own cum. ‘That wasn’t so bad,’ thought Matt. Actually, he could see how he might actually enjoy it. It helped that Emily was very attractive and he had thought about fucking her for years. Matt’s pleasant moment was cut short when Danni pushed Emily out of the way. Matt’s eyes widened in fear as he saw her fully erect cock in her hand. It was enormous. She had been stroking it on the sidelines and was now good and ready.



Danni quickly positioned herself behind Matt and forced herself inside. Matt yelped and began to rise up. Danni’s hand was quickly on the back of his head, forcing him back down.



“Oh, fuck yeah, bitch,” said Danni. “That’s a tight hole.”



He felt more hands on him, holding him down so that Danni could concentrate on fucking him. Danni’s donkey dick split him open relentlessly, reminding him that yes, in fact, he was getting gang raped.



Danni was quite unlike Emily had been. She had been gentle where Danni was quite forceful. Luckily, Emily had coated his asshole with cum which was now acting as lubricant for Danni’s monster. Danni had her feet spread in a wide stance and clung onto Matt’s hips to give her more leverage.



The first couple of minutes were painful for Matt, but, to his surprise, his ass seemed to be adjusting rather quickly considering. He stopped whimpering as Danni filled him completely, plunging over and over into his now well fucked ass. Then he began to feel the pleasure he had experienced with Emily earlier, only it took a different form now. Just as he was finally starting to adjust, Ashley moved in front of him and rested her semi erect cock against his cheek. Matt tilted his head up towards her, and she gave him an expecting look that said “I’m waiting.”



Slowly, Matt took her into his mouth. She didn’t fuck his mouth as much as Claire had done earlier, preferring to let him suck from time to time. Ashley wasn’t as large as Claire or Danni, and Matt was finding it easier to handle her cock. Also, he was delighted to discover that Ashley’s cock had a particularly pleasant taste to it. He was surprised to find himself sucking her rather enthusiastically.



Matt couldn’t believe his situation, and he definitely couldn’t believe how he was reacting to it. He thought back to the hipster boy he had seen earlier. It seemed that Matt was now the one being skewered like a roast pig. He wondered whether the hipster boy was at least lucky enough to enjoy it as he was beginning to now.



Above him, Ashley had leaned over Matt and pulled Danni in to kiss her. The two of them locked lips passionately while they continued to fuck Matt below them. It was strange how giving all the girls dicks had brought them closer together. Ashley was a cheerleader and Danni was a more alternative/punky girl. But, seeing tall, curvy Ashley rolling her tongue over the shorter, narrow-hipped Danni’s, you would have thought they had been lovers for years.



Both girls fucked Matt for several more minutes, each taking their pleasure from him, depositing giant loads inside of him then returning to the group surrounding him. The group had grown since Matt had last looked at it. Other girls had arrived, forming a line to fuck him. First, there was Annie, a small Asian girl with thick thighs who gave him a good pounding. Then came a rather tall and plain girl named Molly. She had a very small cock that Matt took easily into his mouth. In fact, she was so small, that she had room to stuff both of her balls into Matt’s mouth as well. Her whole body shook violently as she came. Her cock slipped out of Matt’s mouth and she sprayed his face and everyone near it with her hot cum.

It’s pouring down rain outside, on a cold, cold night. Lana and I are sitting at home alone, well into our second bottle of wine. I’m drunk, and she’s drunker. Suddenly she looks over at me, and tells me how lucky I am.



“Oh? Why’s that?”



She replies: “I could have any guy I want, but I choose you. I’ve only ever been with you. Well, except for Cliff, but that’s just for your pictures. And let’s be honest here,” she stumbles to her feet, and does a drunk pirouette, “I’m pretty hot.”



I laugh at her boldness. “Well, you are hot, I won’t argue with that. But *any* guy? You can’t get *any* guy.” I say, teasing her.



She gets a defiant look in her eye “Bet me I can’t.”



I pause, unable to gather my thoughts with all the wine in my system.



“I bet you can’t get any guy I pick.”



She stares right back at me “You just pick the guy and I’ll have my way with him, just to prove you wrong.”



Without thinking at all, I reply “Fine. I’ll order a pizza, and see if you can get the delivery guy.”



“Fine. But don’t be all jealous when I do it. You asked for it.”



I laugh, knowing she’s drunk off her ass. But just to prove her wrong, I go ahead and order the pizza.



Realizing that I was serious, Lana stumbles to her feet again.



“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask her.



“I, my dear husband, am going to get ready. I have work to do.” With that, she’s off to our bedroom.



Fifteen minutes later, she returns wearing less than before. She has on a slightly sheer white tank top – her dark nipples are slightly visible through it. It comes down just about the top of her underwear – in this case, a tiny black G string.



“Um, what are you doing?”



“Exactly what you told me I won’t be able to do. I’m going to have any man I want.”



Drunk enough to let this play out, I just laugh it off. A few minutes pass, and the doorbell rings. Lana hops up, steadies herself, and struts confidently to the door. I have to admit, she was right. She is fucking hot. She has the perfect body, and her tight, round little ass is a treat as she bounds across the room.



Lana opens the door, and the a young, twenty-something black man is standing there in the cold rain with our pizza. The poor bastard wasn’t even wearing a jacket. Lana quickly invited him in, out of the rain. He answered without thinking, his eyes drinking in the beautiful woman before him.



She makes small talk with him as she walks in, talking about the terrible weather, and how cold it was. He tried to answer, and did a decent job, as his eyes were glued to her G-string clad ass.



She walked over to the TV cabinet, and bent down, at the waist, to get into the bottom drawer. Her ass was fully on display, and he made no attempt to hide his gaze – he didn’t acknowledge that I was even in the room as he gawked at the perfectly formed ass in front of him. Lana was clearly showing off, and I hate to admit, it was working.



She turned abruptly and caught his gaze, but he quickly looked her in the eyes, red faced. She smiled but didn’t let on that she knew. Instead, she got a concerned look on her face.



“You poor young man, you can’t go back out in the cold with those wet clothes. You’ll get sick.”



The delivery man mumbled something about how it was OK.



“Nonsense. I can put your clothes in the dryer for 15 minutes and they’ll be dry & warm for you.”



He doesn’t reply, as Lana walks right up to him and starts to unbutton his shirt. Undoing the last button, she pulls the soaking wet shirt off. When she does, she smiles at his muscular physique. She is a sucker for a man with muscles, which is why I spend so much of my free time at the gym.



She tosses the shirt on the floor and, bold as ever, reaches down for his fly. He starts to stop her, but she shushes him quickly, saying how awful she would feel if he caught a cold.



So she continues, unzips his pants, unbuttons them, and slides them down. He steps out of them, and hands them to Lana. He’s standing there in a pair of boxers with an obvious partial erection – no place to hide one in a pair of boxers. She picks up his shirt, and says “Just have a seat, I’ll be right back.”



So, he sits down on the couch, and starts to make awkward small talk with me. “Your wife is a really nice woman.”



For some, fucked up reason, I laugh and say “Oh, Lana? She’s just a good friend, my roommate.” And with that, he really lightens up.



Lana comes back shortly, but without her sheer tank top. Our guest nearly chokes as his eyes widen, unable to look away from her magnificent breasts. “I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, being the only one without clothes. I hope you don’t mind?” She says, eyes wide and innocent.



Our guest smiles wide, shocked, and assures my wife that he doesn’t mind. By the look of his boxers, he *really* didn’t mind. Just then, Lana made a point of openly noticing his obvious erection.



“Oh, your boxers aren’t wet too, are they? Let me put them in to make sure. Stand up.”



Almost in slow motion, our guest stands, Lana slides her hands inside the waistband of his underwear, and looking me directly in the eye, slides them down and off quickly.



A quite large, very black, very hard cock springs up and nearly hits her in the face. She giggles, and says “Oh my. So it’s true.”



“What’s true?” our guest replies



Lana giggles again as she wraps her hand around his impossibly thick, 8 inch long cock and begins to stroke, “Black men have big dicks.” Before he could answer, she began to lick it, unable to suck it properly.



After a few minutes of struggling, she stands, slides off her G string, and straddles our guest. She lowers herself onto his lap, careful to keep his cock in front of her pussy, rubbing against it.



She purrs, enjoying the cock between her legs, and this stranger’s hands on her tits.



“Do you have a condom?” She whispers loudly into his ear.



He gets a panicked look on his face before shaking his head, and turns to me.



I managed to squeak out “Sorry man, no way my condoms would fit that.”



He looks deflated, but Lana just smiles, lift up, grasps the base of his cock, points it toward her once-virgin pussy, and lowers herself.



The fat head touched her lips, and she cried out, her body seemingly filled with electricity. This man had a long cock, to be sure, but more than anything, it was ridiculously thick. Twice as thick as mine, probably. She had to slowly lower herself, as her lips stretched wide around this monster.



She made it about halfway down and then begin to rise and fall, slowly fucking this stranger, bareback. With each thrust, she would take more of his massive cock, her lips stretching ever wider, her moans growing ever louder, until she cried out in a massive, powerful orgasm. Just as she was coming down, she was quickly on her way to another when she cried out:



“Fuck yes, You’re so much bigger than my husband! It’s so fucking amazing!”



I feel like my heart is being ripped out. My wife is fucking another man in front of me, on a dare. She’s telling him how much she likes his giant cock. And, oh yea, he has a giant cock, and he’s RAMMING IT IN MY WIFE’S PUSSY.



Just before I manage to tell this man not to violate her any more by cumming inside her, Lana yells out “God YES, cum inside me baby, cum deep inside me!”



Where the fuck did that come from?



The delivery man is mauling my wife’s precious tits as she bounds on top of him, and within minutes, he’s kneading her tight ass and groaning as he floods my wife’s pussy with semen.



Once she’s satisfied that he’s empty, she hops off, leans down to give his softening cock a kiss, and dashes off to the laundry room. She returns with his clothes, pays him, and he dresses and leaves, unable to speak.



As soon as he’s gone, Lana turns to me and says “I *told* you I could have any man I want. You’re lucky I only want you.”



I didn’t know how to respond to the things she said while riding… what was his name?



She fucked a guy and DIDN’T EVEN GET HIS NAME.



Meanwhile, I have a hard on that won’t quit, so I lay her back on the couch and spread her legs. I press my cock between her gaping pussy lips – she’s stretched so wide I can barely feel her. I begin to fuck her, and she yawns, YAWNS. I keep going, getting almost no friction her her sloppy pussy, full of a stranger’s cum.



I look down at my sweet wife, and… she’s passed out. She’s even snoring softly. I can’t even fuck her well enough to keep her awake.



I can’t finish in her pussy, so I pull out and begin to stroke, admiring her still perfect, even at 42, body.



Quickly i bring myself to orgasm, and release it on her chest, coating her perfect tits.



I leave her there, full of a strangers semen, and covered in mine, as I go off to bed alone.

Disclaimer: All characters are over eighteen years of age. This futanari story contains inordinate amounts of sex that never result in chafing, extreme representations of anatomy, and absolutely unrealistic volumes of…well, you’ll see. Oh, and a reminder, futanari.



Editing credit: Blind_Justice



Copyright © 2012 redskyes



There’s something magical about the rumble of a throaty engine between your legs. I considered getting a hog for that very reason, but settled on one of the new Camaros instead. I’ll admit, without shame, it was the Transformer’s package that got me. I saw Bumblebee sitting there on the lot and just had to have him. I’m only twenty-four. Most girls my age couldn’t afford a car like that, but when you did what I did for a living, money came fast and easy, especially these days.



Although, ‘easy’ is a relative term. Some of my Johns can be pretty demanding. You know, kinky stuff, like chains, gags, rubber sheets. You name it, and there’s a John out there that has a fetish for it. There’s this one guy that loves to wrap me up in latex and fuck my face. He pops Viagra like they’re Tic-Tacs. I’ll just about murder anyone that offers me a stick of bubblegum within a week of my appointments with him.



Other than that, my clients are your typical run of the mill Johns, mostly rich husbands bored of their trophy wives. It’s funny though – well, maybe not funny, but definitely strange – in LA, most trophy wives are gorgeous. Plastic, sure, but still runway model knockouts. Why on earth their husbands would want a night of fun with a whore is beyond me. Not that I’m complaining. I want cash and they have it in abundance. Besides, I love my job, which is to say I love sex, so it works out just fine.



But, every hooker has at least one John they’re never excited to see. I’m no exception. I hadn’t met this John yet, and I wasn’t looking forward to it. This was kind of a first time for me, one more cherry to pop, maybe my last one. Everyone else I knew in the trade had already had a demon for a John.



I had my madam on speakerphone while I drove. I’d called her to talk me down from a ledge, so to speak.



“Are you sure about this, Elaine?” I asked, stopping at a red light and checking my lipstick in the mirror.



“Oh, don’t be such a worry-wart,” she told me, sounding very much like any girl’s mother.



Elaine was in her early fifties, and she was the closest thing I’d ever had to a mom. Maybe more like an aunt. That just happens to pimp you out for sex and takes a small cut of what I make. Okay, neither a mom nor an aunt.



The light turned green so I hit the gas. The GPS on my dash said I was only about five minutes out, some freaky house built into the side of a cliff. A movie star had it constructed when their career peaked a few years ago, but sold it not long after, probably because she was more interested in parties and cocaine than making more movies and taking care of her public image.



“Yeah, you’re right,” I said, shrugging a shoulder, even though Elaine couldn’t see it. “Just another demon. No big deal. I mean, they only barter in souls, right?”



Yes, I said demon. That’s what we called them anyway. They appeared out of nowhere about ten years ago, and let me tell you, prostitution has never been the same. Demons trade by nature, and it’s generally a bad idea to get involved with one. Nobody is exactly sure how it works, but when you make a pact with a demon, they get stronger and develop new supernatural talents, like dreamwalking, translocation, telekinesis, you name it.



The problem with demons is that any time they offer you anything at all, if you accept, you give them part of yourself. I don’t know if you give them a bit of your soul, exactly, but what you give them manifests as loyalty, and if you give enough, a kind of a worship. Deal with the same demon long enough and you end up deifying them.



Funny thing is, prostitutes trade for a living too, and the nature of bargaining makes us immune to a demon’s ability to ‘own’ us. That’s not to say that you could just stumble into a bargain with them. It was a long, drawn-out, incredibly formal process. The trick was avoid it entirely.



It was a common occurrence to see demons out and about nowadays. Some of them look just like us, some a little different, and some a whole fucking lot different. I was hoping this John fit in one of the first two categories.



Elaine laughed. “Honey, you know that’s just a bunch of hogwash.”



That wasn’t entirely true. A demon in our realm couldn’t take your soul, not right away, but they sure could entice you to make a binding deal so powerful that when you finally passed on, they owned you lock, stock, and barrel.



“Just remember, if they say the word ‘eternal’, your answer is ‘no’, got it?”



“Yeah, I got it,” I muttered. Seeing my last turn, I took a right and headed up a hill. “So, is there anything you can tell me about this John? It’s my first demon. I don’t wanna fuck this up.”



“You won’t,” she assured me, and I could hear the smile in her tone. “All I know is that this particular demon has been stuck on the other side for over a millennium.”



Uh, oh. That was not good.



See, demons on the other side are pretty much formless. I think the proper term is ‘ethereal’. The point is that there is a whole fucking lot they can’t do when stuck in that formless…form, or whatever. Long story short, when they finally come to our world, they tend to be pretty damn eager, if you catch my drift.



“A millennium?” I squealed, stopping the car, the glass façade of the house just peeking at me over the hill. “Are you fucking kidding me? This is my first demon, Elaine! You’re throwing me to the wolves!”



“You’ll be fine!” Elaine laughed again, only I wasn’t amused at all. “Besides, I left you a gift. Check your glovebox.”



Flipping the door down, a small crystalline bottle tumbled out but I managed to catch it in my palm. It was really quite pretty, but it was the dark fluid within that caught my interest.



“What is this?” I asked.



“Blood of the Hound, sugar,” Elaine told me.



I made a face. “Ew. I am so not drinking this.”



Elaine laughed again. “It’s not real blood of a hound. It’s expensive as hell, but you’re my favorite, so I sprang for it. Consider it a gift.”



“What’s it do?” I asked, popping the top and taking a sniff. Smelled like licorice.



“Let’s just say it makes you pliable,” she told me, and I could hear that smile again.



I still hadn’t moved the car. I just sat there with the open bottle in my hands, my foot on the brake, Bumblebee thrumming under my ass. I glanced up at the house. There was only one exterior wall, and like I said, it was all glass, twenty-foot high panels. The place didn’t even have a proper roof. It was literally a big hole carved into the rock.



The lights weren’t on in the house, which meant my John wasn’t early. Unless they were early and were the kind of demon that despised light, which was possible.



“Hey, I thought you loved diamonds.”



I blinked. “Say that again?”



Yeah, I’m a sucker for the glittery rocks.



“Yep, diamonds,” Elaine told me cheerily. “Thirty carats of them, in fact.”



“Thirty fucking carats? Are you serious?” I balked.



“You being booked for the whole weekend, honey.” I could almost hear Elaine shrug when she replied, “Besides, they said, and I quote, ‘diamonds or nothing’.”



“Okay then. Diamonds it is.” What girl would argue against diamonds? Wait, maybe me. “This isn’t one of those funky tentacle demon things, is it?”



Elaine was laughing again when I ended the call. When I pulled up to the house, small lights lit up along the driveway, guiding me to an open garage that closed automatically behind me. I left Bumblebee safe and sound and went inside.



The house was immaculately clean, simply furnished, all modern lines and neutral shades of white, gray, and black, with a lot of chrome and glass thrown in. Not my taste, really, but hey, I was just fucking here, not living here. Checking the time on my phone, I saw I had just under fifteen minutes before my John arrived, so I stole away to the bathroom to freshen up. Everything I needed for a lightning fast shower was in my purse, so I put my hair up in a bun and got to it.



Freshly washed, I powdered every inch of me with cotton candy flavored body glitter, then checked myself in the mirror. My hair looked okay, black with streaks of purple, though I’d need to get it touched up pretty soon. I could almost see my roots coming in. For now, it would do just fine. I was pretty nervous, so there was a warm flush to my pale skin. It made my lipstick look funny, so I wiped it off with a wad of toilet paper and applied some strawberry flavored lip gloss. I stood naked in front of the mirror and made sure I didn’t have any hair coming in. Nope, baby smooth, everywhere. There was just one thing left.



Blood of the Hound.



If I drink it, I was doing this. I glanced up at the mirror and looked into my own eyes.



“Come on, chicky,” I told my reflection. “Just like any other John.”



Unless they had tentacles, or double dicks. Well, double-dicks might not be so bad, come to think of it.



Grabbing the crystal bottle, I downed the contents in one gulp. There was hardly any flavor though, regardless of what it smelled like. I shrugged when nothing happened. Leaning over, I picked up my purse to pull out my dark purple chemise, but ended up changing my mind. I left it there and put my black pumps back on, happy with what I saw in the mirror.



I’m almost six feet tall but I’m not stacked in the slightest. My breasts are kind of on the small side, at least in my profession, but for most guys, they’re a perfect handful. My hips are narrow but well defined and my legs are long as hell. My butt is nice and tight, perfect for grabbing. I think my favorite feature is my stomach. I work hard to keep it nice and tight, absolutely flat with an almost-six-pack. Honestly, I think I’m pretty hot and well worth what I charge.



But what really makes me a great whore? I love what I do. Knowing I’m about to be paid to fuck someone, that I’m going to be used to get someone off, that I’m going to be someone’s cum bucket, nothing else gets me hotter or wetter. Maybe I’m fucked up, but being a whore just flat does it for me. Appraising myself in front of the mirror, I could feel my insides getting warm and slick, a slight throb starting low in my body. With the lightest touch, I pressed the tip of my finger between my legs and it came away wet.



Yep, I was as ready as I was going to be.



I strode out of the bathroom, ready to make my money. I’d taken two steps into the living room when one of the tall panels of glass swiveled open, and in flew – I shit you not – a huge fucking demon.



Massive wings flapped once, twice, halting the creature’s forward momentum, a blast of air nearly knocking me back on my ass. The demon came down hard on cloven feet and I felt the shock of its landing through the floor. I’m pretty damn tall, but this fucking thing dwarfed me. It must have been eight feet tall, maybe nine, skin a deep purple like the streaks in my hair, and eyes that burned an eerie shade of blue. Long black hair fell in thick braids and a pair of ram’s horns curved forward and back from its head. From head to toe, the demon was covered in black, heavy plate armor.



“Um, hi,” I said meekly, putting my hands behind my back and lacing my fingers, going for shy and sweet. Demons like that, I’d heard.



The thing looked me over from head to toe and back again, gave a shudder, and reached under its left arm with its right hand. It pulled a clasp there and the breastplate fell to the floor with a horrendous clang. I was dimly aware of every other piece of armor falling away at the same time in a series of horrendously loud clangs, except for an armored skirt that fell past its knees, but what really got my attention was the huge pair of knockers with fat nipples on its chest.



“Uh, wait, I think there’s been a mistake,” I shook my head and held out my hands.



“No mistake,” she said, shaking her head back at me, and her voice was undoubtedly female, despite the unearthly sound of it, deep and sensual, wind chimes and boulders crashing against one another, all at once.



“You don’t understand,” I laughed nervously and began backing away. The demon stalked towards me, each stride more than two of mine, closing fast. Don’t get me wrong. She was gorgeous, for a demon, I mean. Long legs – knees bent the wrong way, but whatever – wide hips, narrow waist, huge rack and a really nice looking mouth, but still, not my game. “No offense, but I don’t do girls.”



The demon released another clasp near her hip and the skirt fell to the floor with a heavy thud, revealing the biggest cock I’d ever seen. It was as thick as my forearm, maybe more, and the wide head of it fell halfway down her thighs. Even more spectacular was what was right behind that cock, an absolutely huge pair of smooth balls, each of them bigger than one of my hands. She wasn’t even hard, but she was getting there, and fast. I could literally see the huge shaft pulsing, filling up with whatever the fuck flowed through the creature’s veins.



“Holy shit!” I squealed, and I ran.



She growled behind me, but I didn’t stop. I ran for the bedroom I’d gone through to get to the bathroom earlier, but before I could close the door behind me, the demon forced the door open, knocking me back.



“Oof!” I grunted when my bare butt hit the tile floor.



The demon loomed over me, wrapped her huge hands around my waist, and picked me up off the floor like I was nothing more than a tiny doll. She held me high off the floor so that our eyes were even with each other.



“Wait a minute!” I tried to stall. “Maybe we should…”



But with a hungry growl, the demon brought me close to her face and closed her mouth around my entire right breast. Her tongue was so hot and strong, kind of roughly textured, and fucking huge, licking half my breast inside her mouth with a single swipe.



Only problem? It felt really good.



“Wait! We shouldn’t…oh wow…just…shit, hold on a second!” I yelled, moaning out loud when she sucked on my tit. I grabbed her forearms, afraid she might drop me.



The demon released my breast with a wet slurp and licked her lips.



“So tasty,” she moaned, then sucked my other breast into her mouth.



I groaned at the feel of her mouth sucking my tit. She was moving, I could tell, but my eyes were shut. I couldn’t open them. My insides were growing hot, wet, clenching down on nothing. Wave after wave of arousal washed over me, and I wasn’t sure if it was what the demon was doing to me, if it was just me feeling so helpless against her, or if it was the effects of the Blood of the Hound.



All I know is that she laid me down on the bed and released my tit from her mouth, only to start trailing big wet kisses down my body.



“Wait, seriously, I can’t…” I started to protest, then yelped when she forced my legs open wide. I looked down my body in horror, at the finely chiseled features of her face, her big glowing blue eyes, the delicate brow, cute nose, full mouth. Gods, she was beautiful. But she was a she!, my mind screamed at me. And a fucking demon!



“No waiting,” she shook her head, then she closed her entire mouth over my mound and shoved her tongue inside me with surprising ease.



“God!” I screamed, throwing my head back at the sudden intrusion. Her tongue was huge, thick, so damned hot, sliding into me, spreading me open. Deep, deeper, filling me up more than any cock or toy I’d ever taken.



Fuck me, how long was her tongue? I swear to you, her tongue slithered into me right up to my cervix.



“Mmmm,” the demon groaned between my legs, then she began licking me, inside.



I screamed wordlessly. I loved it when guys went down on me, but what this monster was doing to me was insane, wondrous, downright fucking delightful. Her tongue was so goddamn big, so long and thick, the muscular length of it licking at every inch of my quivering wet walls. I could hear her slurping at my mound, sucking the juices right out of me. Her arms slipped under my thighs and she grabbed my waist in her huge hands, holding me still while she ate me.



I thrashed about on the bed, my upper body free to jerk and writhe on the mattress. My arms were flailing, and my hands suddenly found her horns, warm and smooth. I grabbed onto them and held on for dear life. The demon seemed to like it, because she began fucking that wonderfully thick tongue in and out of my juicy cunt. I felt my walls squeeze down on the hot muscle inside me and I came harder than ever in my life.



I screamed my release and the demon groaned happily, her massive hands clenching tight around my waist, lifting my pelvis so that she could lick me deeper, faster, tongue so long that I felt it curling back on itself when she found the end of me. She brought me again, then again.



“Oh, fuck me!” I wailed, tears falling from the corners of my eyes.



With a loud slurp, the demon slid her tongue out of me and said, “As you wish.”



She let my butt hit the mattress and held herself up over me with one arm, and only then did it hit me, what she’d said. I pushed up onto my elbows and watched her wrap a hand around her huge cock, fully erect, shockingly long and wide and throbbing with power. She stroked her fat dick and the big hole at the end of it widened. A fat glob of pearly precum welled up and fell to my tummy with an audible splat, more goop than most guys let loose with a single shot.



I shook my head and stammered, “N-no, wait, that’s not w-what I meant!”



I tried to crawl away, but my head hit the headboard. There was nowhere to go. She pushed her dick down. The giant knob of her cock rubbed over my clit, taking my breath away and leaving a slimy trail of prefuck down my cleft. I felt her at my slick opening and lodge there.



“Whoa! Seriously, just wait a minute!” I squealed and flattened my hands on her huge warm tits, trying to push her away, but she was too big, too strong. I managed to shift my hips and dislodge her though, her fat cock popping back up into view. “There’s no fucking way that will fit!”



“It will fit,” she told me, and she actually lowered her head to brush the tip of her nose back and forth across mine. It was a strangely affectionate gesture for a creature so damn big.



Another big drop of warm goo fell onto my bare mound, sliding down the crevice where my thigh met my groin. I craned my neck to the side – the demon took the opportunity to lick my exposed throat with that incredible tongue of hers – and looked down between our bodies at the obscenely huge dick she was stroking with her hand. Gob after huge gob of pearly prefuck fell from the big hole of her cock, and I could see it swelling over and over in the dim light of the room. Every time the demon stroked her hand down to the base of her shaft, the head of her cock would balloon, and when her hand stroked back up, it would return to its former size.



Which, by the way, was frighteningly fucking big, in case you missed it.



A series of soft feathery kisses to my jaw and chin tore my attention away from the fearsome demon dick between my legs.



“I will not hurt you,” the demon told me, her voice soft and sweet, and once more she pushed her dick down to lodge it at the opening of my tiny twat.



I watched helplessly as she lowered her hips, and her fat cock pushed inside me.



“God!” I threw my head back at the feel of her stretching me open, so fucking huge, so wide and so damned long. It should have hurt, having something that big shoved inside me. But it didn’t. In fact, it felt fucking incredible.



“It has been so long,” she sighed, and I barely managed to catch the trembling of her voice, almost sad. “So very long.”

Inch after huge inch of her cock filled me up, stretched me out, and I was more than wet enough to take her. When the end of her pushed against my cervix, I cried out, my back arching, shoulders clearing the mattress.



“So tight,” she sighed, and she drew her cock out of me, only to push back in.



She pushed in and out of me slowly, and after a few seconds, the sensation of being stuffed so very full began to fade, allowing me to feel other things. There were knobs all along the length of her fat shaft, big enough that I could feel them rubbing back and forth over that spot inside me. I had a dildo like that back at my apartment, and it was my favorite one, the only one that would cause me to leave a big wet spot on my sheets when I used it. But this…this was un-fucking-real.



She fucked me with that fat demon cock for less than a minute, and I was almost there, almost coming.



“Forgive me,” the demon rasped. She drew out of me until the fat head of her dick spread me open and slipped out with an obscenely loud sucking slurp. I felt so empty all of a sudden, and to my horror, my hips rose on their own, trying to get her back inside me. She was still nuzzling my neck, and her breath was so warm. “It has been far too long. I fear I will not last.”



It was agony that she’d stopped.



“Just fuck me,” I told her, and I spread my legs as wide as I could, brought my knees back as far as possible.



The demon shivered above me, the large tips of her breasts rubbing against my chest. “Thank you,” she sighed, then her hips fell.



“Oh fucking hell,” I groaned, feeling her push into me again, only she felt even bigger now, or I was tighter, or she was just that damned good. My fingers clawed at the sheets, inch after long hard inch of her pushing so deep inside me.



Then she began to fuck me, slow but deep. I wrapped my arms high around her neck when I felt her pick up speed. Her huge tits bounced up and down over my face every time she thrust into me, and it felt like her body was getting warmer. She fucked me steadily, endlessly, pushing in and out, so damn deep, filling me up like no one and nothing ever had. I had the stray thought that this monster might ruin me for the rest of my life, but then she swelled inside me, so big and so hard that I knew what was happening, knew it wasn’t my imagination.



She was going to come.



My belly tightened and my limbs began to shake.



I was being fucked by a demon and it was going to come inside me.



And I was loving every goddamn second of it.



Next thing I knew, that fat fucking cock sent me over the edge. I screamed my release, and still she fucked me, through my climax and into the next. One of my hands found her shoulder and pushed, while the other found her hip and pulled.



I wanted more, and I wanted it over. It was too much and it wasn’t enough. I’d never been so thoroughly and wonderfully fucked in my life. I came so hard that I sank my teeth into the demon’s arm beside my head. Her cock ballooned inside me, swelled up so fucking big that it was almost unbearable. The demon gave a tremendous roar that was both terrifying and incredibly erotic, then she came.



It felt like a garden hose went off inside me, so much hot cum gushing into me that I filled in an instant, spewing forth with so much force into the deepest parts of me. It felt weird, good, uncomfortable, all at once. I actually heard her spunk spray out of me and soak the sheets, felt it flood out of me and down the crack of my butt.



I peaked again and screamed. Her cock lurched. More cum exploded into me, and out of me.



“Yes…yes…so good,” the demon hissed into my ear, her body shivering above me, her beautifully big rod exploding inside me again and again. She must have shot a gallon of thick goo inside me, but still she came, the tip of her monstrous member pressed against the end of me, gushing forth so much cum that I felt the bed quickly soak in it.



Her cock gave one final jerk inside me, but no more cum came out of her. She was done.



My body went limp and my shoulders and head fell back to the bed. The lower half of my body was literally lying in a pool of cum. The demon gave my forehead a soft kiss, then she dragged her monstrous dick out of me. The moment the fat head of her cock cleared my ravaged pussy, a torrent of cum spilled out of me.



“That, my dear, was heavenly,” she cooed, sitting back on her heels, her heavy dong flopping onto my stomach.



I almost laughed at the irony.



“Something amuses you?” she asked, and her tone was almost childlike, innocent in a way.



“Just your choice of words,” I told her with a chuckle.



“Then you enjoyed the sex, yes?” she asked.



I laughed again. There was something so cute about her mannerism just then.



“Did I enjoy it?” I said incredulously, managing to push up onto my elbows so that I could see her. The mirth had fallen from her face, probably assuming that I hadn’t enjoyed myself at all. “That was fucking incredible!”



The demon smiled, and she was actually quite pretty, I noticed. I felt her cock throb against my belly. It was only half erect, but still so thick, long enough that the big spongy tip of her nearly reached my breasts. Reaching down, I tried to wrap my hand around her shaft. My thumb didn’t get anywhere close to touching my finger. I was surprised when her dick gave a strong throb though.



“I can’t believe this fit inside me,” I said, shaking my head in wonder.



One of the demon’s hands caressed my thigh, and it made me shiver. “You consumed the Blood of the Hound, yes?”



I nodded absently, stroking the palm of my hand down her slick shaft. I could just barely feel the bumps from before, like they were smaller when she was softer. Huge veins ran the length of her cock, pumping demon blood into the fleshy python. I could feel her huge balls too, warm and smooth, resting against my cum-coated slit and thighs. As I pet her demonic penis, she got harder, and the bumps along her shaft got bigger too.



“You’re getting hard again,” I told her, but I was still staring at her dick, watching it fill out, lengthening and thickening until it was throbbing against my belly.



Her hand slid around my thigh, underneath, then she took my other thigh in her hand too. “I am afraid it will be some time before I am fully sated,” she said, and she spread my legs and shuffled backwards on her knees. I flicked my gaze up to her eyes, saw them burning bright with what I assumed to be lust. To my surprise, I was eager for her to fuck me again.



She lined up that monstrous dong between my legs and started to lean forward, but I put a hand on her hard as rock stomach. “Wait. I wanna see this time.”



The demon smiled and I noticed her fangs. They weren’t overly long, but her canines were more pronounced than usual. “As you wish.”



With her cock poised at my entrance, I expected her to thrust in, so I kept my eyes fixed down there. Instead, the demon took hold of my thighs and slowly but firmly pulled me towards her, impaling me on her fleshy pole. The feel of her spreading me so very wide threw my head back. It was a struggle to look down there again, but I managed, and what I saw took my breath away.



There was a slight lump in my belly, just past my mound. Her cock was so big for me that I could actually see it from the outside. Inch after achingly hard inch of demon dick pushed into me, and the lump in my flat stomach lengthened. It felt so fucking amazing that I almost came, and she was still pushing inside me. The lump grew longer until she was halfway up my stomach. The fat end of her pushed against my cervix and stopped. I couldn’t believe she’d managed to push that far into me.



“Christ, you’re deep,” I breathed, my chest heaving and hips starting to shimmy up and down just a little, just enough to feel her stretching me out.



She smiled and pushed her hands under me, and with a heave, she picked me right up. I grabbed hold of her biceps, felt them flexing under my hands like bands of steel. I looked down between us and watched as she lifted me up, almost completely off her cock, then lowered me back down.



“Fuck, honey,” I sighed, loving how she filled me up.



The demon chuckled. “Oh, I intend to.”



And she did just that. Her huge hands easily encased my butt. She raised and lowered me, fucking my body onto that big beautiful cock of hers.



“The Blood of the Hound still works its magic on your lovely little body,” she told me, but I barely heard her, so lost in the pleasure of that fat fucking cock plowing in and out of me. “Soon, you will be able to take all of me.”



I didn’t see how that was possible. She was fucking me deeper than the first time, but there was still over half her length outside me. The thought of her cramming every last inch of her monstrous dong inside me was terrifying, and exciting. Before I knew it, I was coming on her lovely dick, crying out for her, shivering in her arms with my gaze locked where she fucked in and out of me. Sure enough, the obscene bulge in my belly was longer, past my belly button now.



“So wet,” she shuddered, and I felt her lips planting delicate kisses in my hair. It amazed me how gentle she was being, considering how fucking big she was. She swelled inside me and I saw the bulge in my belly get just a little bigger. “Not long now.”



I nodded, not really knowing what she meant, but not really caring either. I just wanted her to keep fucking me. She was bouncing me up and down on her cock now, kind of throwing me upwards, then letting me drop onto her huge cock, catching me so that she wouldn’t slam into my cervix. Beneath her cock, I could see her huge balls, and I swear they were bigger, the size of cantaloupes.



I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was being fucked by a demon and loving every second of it. The demon let me fall onto her cock one last time, then she ground up into me. The feel of it threw my head back and I came with a scream. I felt her dick twitch inside me and I managed to look down there just before she came.



Hot cream blew into me, filled me up and sprayed out, a solid wave of white cum that exploded between our bodies onto the bed. Her cock lurched again. More cum filled me up and poured out, adding to the wet mess. She came again and again, so much thick demon goo flooding into me and gushing out that I could hear it running off the bed and spilling wetly to the floor.



“More,” she growled, and she fell forward onto her hands and knees.



With her big boobs in my face, the demon humped between my legs, fucking me until I was delirious with pleasure. I saw the bulge of her dong pushing back and forth. My vision began to darken, then it came back. I saw her breasts bouncing above my face, and I managed to capture one of her nipples in my mouth. It was bigger than my thumb, but not as firm as I expected. I sucked as hard as I could, laved it with my tongue, bit down lightly.



“Oh, sweet heaven!” the demon yelled.



She came inside me without any warning at all, and amazingly, even more powerfully than before. Gallons of cum spilled into me, gushed out of my overstuffed cunt. She never stopped thrusting, that big cock of hers spreading me so very wide, pumping buckets of demon cream deep inside me. She slowed her thrusts, pushing in deep with every spurt, so deep she was shoving me up the bed.



The room was filled with the sounds of her huge balls slapping against my ass, the sluicing of her demon dick plowing in and out of my gooey slit, erupting more hot jizz by the second. She thrust one more time, so firm that she pushed me up the bed until my head hit the headboard, and when her cock flexed with the final eruption inside me, it nearly lifted my ass off the bed.



I screamed at the wondrous feel of her, or tried to, then I blacked out.



When I came to, I felt incredibly soft but very large lips on my open mouth, kissing me, a big warm tongue licking at my lips now and then. It felt good. Instinctively, I closed my mouth over a very plump lower lip and sucked at it gently. That’s when I felt a very long, very thick and very sticky cock throb against my belly.



“Welcome back, little pet,” the demon said.



When I blinked my eyes open, she was holding herself above me on her hands and knees, smiling down at me. Her big blue eyes weren’t burning as bright now, but they still glowed from within. It was the first time that I noticed her pupils were vertical slits, like a cat. The next thing I noticed was my body. It felt like liquid, completely sated, and I was amazed I wasn’t sore down there. In fact, nothing felt out of the ordinary.



Well, okay, one thing did.



I could smell her breath and her skin, like cinnamon, and something else that was subtly sweet. She smelled good. It all came rushing back to me then. I remembered how soft her skin was, how warm she felt, and how amazing she felt inside me, so long and hard, and so fucking big. I also remembered how hard I’d come, harder than ever in my life.



“Holy shit,” I sighed, and I laid a hand over my eyes, and inadvertently palmed my face with cooling demon spunk. “Ah!” I laughed, holding my hand out and blinking the cum from my eyes. Thick pearly cream webbed my fingers, and that’s when I realized I was lying in a huge pool of jizz. The bed was completely soaked in it. I grinned at the demon above me. “You really make a mess.”



“Would you care to freshen up?” she asked me, cocking her head cutely.



When I nodded, she sat back on her heels and held her hands out to me. I took her hands and she pulled me up, and the sound of so much cum pouring out of my hair down to the bed was kind of gross. The demon took my tiny waist in her big palms and stood me up in front of her on the bed. I put my hands on her shoulders to steady myself. Even standing in front of her, with her on her knees, her head was level with mine.



Fuck, she was big.



The demon sighed and tipped her head down to rest her chin on my shoulder, and her strong arms wrapped around me. “You were wonderful,” she breathed, her hands caressing my cum-coated back. I could feel my hair sticking to my back and shoulders too, thoroughly soaked with jizz.



“You weren’t so bad yourself,” I told her, wrapping my arms around her neck. “Cassandra,” I said.



The demon leaned back to look at me, cocking her head again.



“That’s my name,” I smiled, then added. “Most people call me Cass.”



“Cass,” she tested my name, and stroked a finger down my cheek. It still amazed me how tender she was. “To hear my true name would make you ill, but you may call me Vendara’centyria’nos.”



“Wow. That’s quite a mouthful,” I laughed, then asked, “How about just Vee?”



“Vee,” she said, smiling. “Yes, I would like that.”



She just looked at me for a while, studying my face, her fingertips following her eyes, like she was memorizing me by sight and touch. When her fingertips trailed down my neck, she opened her hands and let them slide slowly down my breasts. I couldn’t stop the small gasp that escaped me when her rough palms brushed my nipples. Her hands slid down further and she closed her thumbs and forefingers around them. That time, I moaned. My nipples had never been so hard, nor so sensitive. She pinched them again and it felt like she was tugging on a cord that went deep inside me.



“Mine do not do this,” she said idly, staring at my breasts in wonder.



“Do what?” I asked, watching her.



“Grow so firm as this,” she replied, and she brushed my nipples with her thumbs.



She played with my tits for a little while and I let her have her fun. It was really cute, actually, the way she was playing with me, like I was her precious toy. I always did like feeling like someone’s toy. One of the reasons why I’m good at what I do. To feel her playing with me like that was really turning me on. Vee brushed my right nipple firmly, watching it bend to the side and pop back, sticking straight out. She cocked her head and smiled. I felt her big cock rising between my legs, getting hard again.



“You know, I was starting to like the idea of cleaning up, but…” I told her, pausing until she glanced up at me. I gave her a grin and flexed my thighs around the shaft of her dick. “I have a feeling there’s something else you’d like to do.”



“You are very correct,” she said with a smile, getting up to stand beside the bed, holding my hips to bring me with her, her big purple demon cock sticking up between us. She wrapped her hands around my waist and lifted me right up, like I weighed absolutely nothing.



I grabbed her shoulders and smiled when I felt the huge tip of her dick press against my opening.



“There is something else I would very much like to do,” she told me.



And with that, Vee pulled me down. The fat end of her spread me open and I couldn’t help but gawk at the bulge of my belly when she pushed into me. She didn’t stop either. She pulled me right down onto her fat fucking dong, my flat stomach swelling, her cock reaching higher, pushing up to my navel, and beyond.



“Oh my God,” I gasped, letting my head fall back when I felt things moving inside me, making room for her monstrous pole.



“You are so wonderfully tight, Cassandra,” she told me, her hands clenching tight around my waist, pulling me down and cramming me absolutely full of dick. When it seemed she could push no deeper inside me, she just held me there, impaled on her heavenly dong.



I swear, it felt like the bulbous end of her cock was in my chest. Never could I have imagined what it would feel like to have so much dick inside me, so long and hard, so very wide, and hot, incredibly hot. I could feel the bumps along her shaft growing, swelling up, the veins pulsing wildly beneath her skin, and the entire length of her throbbing within my overstuffed passage. She just held me there, letting my body milk her length, the wet walls of my cunt squeezing every inch of her, and just the feel of her inside me was pushing me fast to the brink.



“So hot and wet,” she breathed softly, pulling me up, lifting me off her big dick until just the end of her was inside me. It felt so good that I almost came. She pulled me back down, faster than the first time, like she was testing my body, seeing what I could handle.



“God, Vee,” I moaned, feeling every little bump on her shaft rubbing that spot inside me as she slid deep, then lifted me up again.



“Are you close, little pet?” she asked, her voice strained.



“Yes,” I hissed.



I felt her throb inside me, and I lifted my legs to hook my heels on her hips. The next time she lowered me, even more fat demon cock pushed inside me. It felt so good. I clenched my walls around her, squeezing her tight.



“Cassandra!” Vee suddenly groaned.



Her cock jerked hard inside me and she swelled up, nearing release. I was so close too, my insides fluttering around her wide length. I wanted her to come, to send me over the edge. Lacing my fingers behind her neck, I looked at the demon, her eyes burning bright blue.



“Fuck me, Vee,” I breathed.



Vee shuddered and lifted me up, then pulled me down fast. Her fat dick speared into me, so deep that it took my breath away. She set a rhythm then, lifting me slowly and jerking me back down. I felt so small in her big hands, impaled on her gloriously huge pole of hot meat. She fucked me deep, every thrust forcing the breath out of me. When she fucked me faster, I could barely catch my breath. Faster, and I couldn’t breathe fast enough at all. I’d gasp to take a breath but her huge dick would knock the wind right out of me.



For just a moment, I wondered if she was so deep inside me that she was literally pushing against my lungs, but that wasn’t possible. At least, I didn’t think it was.



Fuck, what did I know?



I was being fucked by a demon with a cock that was as thick as my arm and well over a foot long. I was a toy, tiny in her grasp, and she was using my body like a masturbation aid, a sleeve for her beautiful demon dick. And I loved it.

The sun was beating down on Sherry’s car as she pulled into her driveway. She would have rather stayed at the cottage, but she had errands to do in town and laundry to do at home before heading back to the shore.



She carried the bag of laundry into the house and set it down beside the washing machine. She opened the cover, dumped in all the dirty clothes and turned on the water. When she picked up the bottle of laundry detergent, Sherry suddenly realized that buying more detergent was one of the things on her list.



‘Damn!’, she thought and resigned herself to go to the store now. As she turned, she looked out the window and saw her neighbour Luke’s truck in his driveway.



“I’ll just go over and borrow some from him. He’s always helpful”.



Sherry went out her back door and across the back yards towards Luke’s house. As she was starting up the steps, she was startled by Luke’s naked body on a blanket on his deck.



“Oh!’ I didn’t know you were out here.” He was lying on his stomach and her eyes wandered down his tanned body. He had a firm, sexy ass that was the same color as the rest of him.



He lifted his head and looked towards her.



“Oh hi, Sherry. Just catching some rays.”



“No tan lines, I see. Good thing you’ve got that hedge there. That cute ass would distract me when I hang out my laundry.” She laughed and Luke did too. “Speaking of laundry, said cute ass almost made me forget why I came over. Can I borrow some detergent? I’m all out”.



“Um, sure, but as you can see, I don’t have a pair of shorts or anything out here.”



“Hey, I’ve seen your ass already, and I am a nurse. Not much I haven’t seen over the years.”



“True, I guess. Okay. Hang on and I’ll get you the detergent. You want a cold beer while I’m in there?”



“Sounds great, Luke”.



As he rose to his hands and knees, Sherry couldn’t help looking down Luke’s nicely shaped stomach. Then she glanced farther down and gasped. His cock was huge! It was very thick and brown as his ass. The foreskin was partly covering the huge purple head. Long thick veins ran down the side, and Sherry saw he had no pubic hair and his large swollen balls were smooth as well.



As he stood, Luke looked over at Sherry, her mouth open. He dropped his hand to cover his cock, but it was a futile move. He only covered a small portion of the shaft. The end was below the tips of his fingers.



“I thought you said you’ve seen it all?”, he asked her.



“Um, yeah, but, but I haven’t seen a guy totally shaved,” she stammered.



He moved a little closer.



“Guess again. It’s all waxed.” He ran his hand over his pubic area, then lifted the massive shaft to show her his balls.



“You don’t see any stubble, do you?”



“um, er,”… Luke grabbed her hand and ran it over the smooth skin just above his cock. He let go of her hand and it slid down the shaft. She pulled her hand quickly back.



“Sorry”, she said quietly, staring with awe at his enormous cock.



“It’s okay. Girls tend to stare at it the first time they see it. I’ll get you that detergent. And your beer”.



He turned away from her and headed into the house. Sherry watched his tanned ass and could feel her pussy moisten. She was glad she had black shorts on, the white ones she had on earlier would have shown a wet spot.



‘Fuck me!’, she thought. ‘Luke is hung like a freaking horse! I wonder if I could get all of that in my pussy…or my mouth?’ With that thought, she felt her clit hardening.



A minute later he came out with two bottles of beer, the brown glass glistening with moisture, and a bottle of laundry detergent. She was staring at his cock again, wondering if he was enjoying this. The foreskin was pulled back completely off the purple knob. Was he getting hard? He handed Sherry the beer and set the detergent on the table beside her. He pulled up a chair and sat facing her. His massive penis drooped over the front edge of the chair, the large piss slot gaping at her like a one-eyed snake.



“I figure there’s no point in covering it up now that you’ve seen it.”



“True. I have to say, Luke, that is one impressive cock.”



“Oh? Don’t nurses say penis?”



“Um, no, not when you’re hung like a horse. Aren’t you a little worried about sunburn on it?”



“Hmm, maybe I should put some sunscreen on it. Hand me that bottle beside you, please.”



She turned and saw a bottle of sunscreen sitting next to her beer, She had been so mesmerized by Luke’s organ that she sat down, not noticing her surroundings. She picked up the bottle, popped open the top and smelled it. The sweet aroma rose up to her nose.



“mmm, mango, my favourite”, she said, pouring a little into her hand and handing him the bottle. Luke noticed her doing this.



“Oh, did you want to put it on?” he laughed.



“No, smartass, do it yourself.” She laughed and rubbed it into her hands, wiping some on her face and turning toward the sun. “this sun feels heavenly”, she purred.



She sat quietly facing the sun and a few minutes later snuck a peek at Luke. His hands were slick with the lotion and sliding up his huge shaft. It looked like he was getting hard and his cock was actually longer. It was lifting off the chair and moving upwards toward his flat stomach.



“Better not forget these big fellas”, Luke said as he poured some sunscreen onto the bald pubic area above his cock. It ran down the side of his now totally hard cock, onto his smooth balls. They were the size and shape of large eggs, the brown color reminding Sherry of brown hen’s eggs. As he rubbed the sunscreen into them, his swollen shaft was riding up his stomach. He bent over slightly and the swollen knob brushed his nipple.



‘Holy fuck!’, she thought, ‘it looks like he could suck that cock himself.’



As if reading her mind, Luke lowered his head in the pretext of looking closely at his balls. The huge round end of his massive erection brushed against his cheek, a long trail of precum sticking to the side of his face as he leaned back in the chair.



“You look kind of warm, Sherry. Why not slip out of those clothes? It’s not like we’re being modest here”.



As if in a trance, Sherry stood up and unzipped her shorts. She slid them down her tanned thighs, leaving only a thin white thong covering her now-soaking pussy. Luke could easily see how wet she was, the thin brown strip of pubic hair stuck to the front of her sheer wet panties.



She slid her tank top off, no bra underneath. Her firm breasts, not huge, but looked to be a respectable 34C were slightly lighter in color that the rest of her skin, capped with large pink puffy nipples. Her face was flushed and not just from the sun.



“Come on, fair’s fair. Take that little thong off, it’s all wet anyway”.



She slid it down her shapely ass and stepped out of it, dropping it on the pile of the rest of her clothes.



“Turn around, Sherry. You saw my ass. I want to see yours”.



Sherry did a little pirouette and Luke quietly applauded.



“Nice. Very nice”.



She sat down in the chair and picked up her beer. She sat with her legs slightly parted, figuring she could tease just as good as he. Her pussy was bald below the little strip of hair, her cunt lips puffy and her clit throbbing. It pushed out through the little fold of skin like a miniature penis. Luke could see how very wet she was, and Sherry could feel a trickle of her moisture dripping down towards her anus.



“Looks like someone else is getting a little hard-on”, Luke said, staring between her legs.



“I think I might need to take care of this problem soon.” He closed his fist around the base of his massive cock, his fingertips not quite touching. As he slid his hand slowly up the long shaft, Sherry felt her legs opening more. Her breathing had increased and her chest was flushed a rosy color. She felt like sliding her hand down her stomach and finger her swollen lips.



“How were you planning on..uh, taking care of it?” Sherry asked, stumbling over her words. A big drop of precum flowed out the tip of his erection and down over his fist.



“Well, I might keep stroking like this”, and slid his hand down the shaft. His other hand caressed his huge smooth balls. “Or I could drive you crazy, like this.”



He bent over and slid his tongue slowly out his mouth and over the huge swollen purple head of his cock. As he did, Sherry moaned loudly and slid her fingers into her dripping cunt.



“Oh fuck, Luke, that is so fucking hot. I’ve never seen a guy who could lick his own cock!”



“Well, keep watching.” He opened his mouth and took 3 or 4 inches into his mouth. Sherry couldn’t believe her eyes and as she slid the wet fingers in and out of her pussy, she rubbed her swollen clit with her thumb. She was so wet and horny, she rubbed the middle finger of her other hand over her anus and then slid the finger in. The two of them were sitting there, masturbating in front of each other, if you could call Luke sucking his own cock masturbating.



Sherry stood up and walked over to Luke’s chair. She was still rubbing her clit and reached over with her other hand, sliding her fingers up his monstrous shaft. She could feel his precum and saliva coating his cock and slid her fingers over it and pushed against his mouth. He let his cock slide out of his mouth and slowly sucked her fingers into his mouth, tasting her juices on them.



“Fuck, you taste good, baby. Want to try this?” He held his horse cock out to her. She said nothing, but reached over, grabbing the shaft and pulling his swollen penis towards her stomach. She backed up a bit so she could pull it towards her starving cunt. Sherry pulled the fingers out of her wetness and slid the huge knob over her swollen lips. She then pushed his massive length into the dripping opening. Luke pushed up a bit, and the head pushed inside her. She moaned and rocked back and forth, letting three or four inches fuck her.



“Luke, you feel so good inside me. You’re so big. This beast won’t all go inside me.”



“No, but you can probably get at least half of it inside you.” He started to stand up, driving another four inches inside her. Sherry felt like she was sitting on a fence post. She reached down and fondled his smooth balls, moaning softly.



“Do you wax these things yourself?”



“No, a girl name Michelle does it for me. She has a salon in town.”



“She must have got quite a shock the first time she saw this big fucker”. She pulled his cock out of her pussy and waved it in his face.



“Yeah, she looked pretty shocked. She handed me a face cloth to cover it while I still had my pants on. When I was naked and holding the cloth in front of me, I thought she was going to faint!” He chuckled and pushed his cock back between her lips.



“You want to try sitting down on me?”, he asked.



Sherry straddled his legs, letting his cock’s huge knob slide back inside her. She started to lower herself down, amazed at how slippery they both were. His horse cock was sliding easily inside her. That is until she had about six wonderful inches inside her swollen cunt. It felt like his penis was bumping her cervix. She pushed down a little harder but that was all that would go in.



“Fuck! I want it all inside me.”



“Just take your time, babe. There’s no rush. You need to get used to my thickness. Once you do, I can go a little deeper into you.” As he said that, he leaned over and took one of her puffy nipples into his mouth. He gently nibbled on it as she rose and fell on his huge manhood. Sherry moaned as they slowly fucked. She had never felt so full in her pussy. As she rode the massive cock, she wondered if she could ever get even the massive knob in her ass. She had only done anal a few times, but found she really liked the feeling. Maybe they could try it another time.



“Sherry, why don’t you climb off for a moment? I’d like you to take me in your mouth.”



“Mmm,” she complained. “I want to keep fucking.”



But, hesitating slightly, she obeyed. She backed up a bit and lifted her hips. Luke’s monster cock popped out of her tight wet cunt and slapped against his belly.



“Fuck, that is one huge cock”, she said, as she dropped to her knees. She grabbed the huge base and pushed his cock back towards her mouth. It was dripping wet with all his precum and her pussy juice. She stuck her tongue out and licked the end of the swollen purple knob. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and just barely got the huge head in. She swirled her tongue around the knob, teasing his piss-slit with the tip of his tongue.



She slid her other hand down the huge wet shaft and under his big meaty balls. His anus had no hair on it either, obviously a chore Michelle added to her list. She wondered if the esthetician had a wet pussy working on this amazing man. She wet the tip of her finger inside her pussy and then rubbed it around Luke’s hole. He moaned slightly and she slid her finger up his ass.



“Fuck, Sherry, that feels so good!”



She slid her finger back and forth, gently fucking his ass while she sucked the huge knob. She pushed another inch into her mouth until she could take no more. She pulled her mouth off the enormous penis and gasped for air.



“Fuck! That is one big cock, too big for me to suck on. I want it back inside me.”



“Kneel down on the blanket and I’ll put the head in your pussy. Just push back as you feel comfortable with it. You might be surprised how much will go inside you.”



Sherry turned and knelt down on the blanket, sticking her cute round ass up in the air. Luke kneeled down behind her and bent further down, teasing her open pussy lips with his tongue. She moaned as he parted her swollen labia and sucked her hard clit into his mouth. Then he pulled back a bit and slid his tongue over her bum. She jumped a bit as he pushed the tip into her anus.



“You don’t like that?”, he asked.



“I love it, but no one’s done that to me before. Just don’t get the idea that you’re gonna slide that tree into my ass!”.



Luke laughed and renewed his oral attack on her bum. He pushed his tongue about half an inch inside her. She moaned and pushed back against his mouth. He figured it was time to start fucking her again. He straightened up and grabbed his enormous cock by the base. A large drop of precum oozed out the tip and he pushed forward, letting it drip onto her bum. He slid the swollen head over her anus and parted her lips. She groaned with lust and pushed back until about four inches of thick hard cock was inside her. They started a slow rhythm with half of his cock, she felt she couldn’t take any more for now. Her pussy was burning with lust for this man’s huge thick penis.



He pulled the massive prick out of Sherry’s pussy until just the huge purple head was still inside her, than he let her pull him back in. He didn’t want to push too far and scare her with his massive size. Luke really wanted to fuck her gorgeous ass and scaring her by feeding too much cock into her pussy would definitely keep him out of her bum. He figured he would leave it for another day. Once a woman got a taste of his cock, she always came back for more.



Sherry was moaning loudly and pushing back a little harder against him. Her cunt was soaking wet with the mixture of their juices and she was really tight. He could feel the start of a huge orgasm building in his large ball sac. He reached down and slid a finger into her ass.



“Fuck, Luke! You’re gonna make me cum like that!.



“That’s the idea, babe, I can feel my cum starting to build, I want us to cum together.”



Sherry groaned and started moving a little faster. She reached under her and started fingering her swollen clit. It had never felt this hard before and she knew she was seconds away from a massive orgasm. She pushed back a little harder and drove even more of Luke’s horse cock inside her tortured pussy. She knew they were on the verge.



“Here it comes, babe, I’m gonna fill your cunt!”



Sherry groaned loudly as she felt herself going over the edge.



“Fuck, Luke, you feel so good, I’m cumming!!”



Just then she felt Luke swell up even more inside her and a gush of hot liquid hit the end of her cervix. More and more cum was squirting inside her from this huge man, this man-horse. She felt like she would never stop cumming. Finally the hose slowed to a drip and her stomach muscles were aching from all the contractions. What an orgasm! She hoped they could repeat this and soon.



Luke slowly pulled out of Sherry and there was a loud plop as the still-swollen knob came out of her. A steady stream of cum ran out of her pussy and dripped down onto the blanket. Sherry reached under her and caught a handful and brought it up to her mouth. She licked at it for a second, then scooped it all into her mouth.



“Mmm. Babe, that tastes so good.”



“It does, doesn’t it?”



She looked back and saw Luke grab his softening cock and bring it to his face. He lowered his head and took the knob into his mouth and licked their juices off it. Sherry felt a slight jolt of her electricity in her pussy and moaned.



“Fuck, Luke. Keep doing that, and we’ll have to start all over again.”



“Tomorrow, babe. Laura will be home from school soon and you have laundry to do, remember?”



She nodded and reached for her clothes. Neither of them saw a small hand pull the curtain back in the kitchen window. Laura saw the two naked lovers and slid her hand under her skirt….

My wife and I recently completed a Guided Backpacking Trip at Yosemite National Park and it exceeded all of our expectations, in terms of the scenery, the experience and the unexpected surprises. Before I share the details of our trip, first let me give you a little background on Ann, myself and our 20+ year marriage.



Ann is gorgeous. I met her when she transferred into the college I was attending at the start of my senior year. From the first time I saw her during the orientation weekend for new students, I was determined to get her into bed. Her body was amazing, with long legs, a great ass, nicely sized breasts and a face that could turn you into a babbling idiot if she looked your way. Her eyes were stunning, hair very trendy and lips that made you melt.



The bad news was that every other guy was also anxious to get into her pants. The good news for me though, was that I somehow managed to draw her eye as well and after getting to know her, my quest of getting into this hot babe’s pants quickly changed to wanting to spend my life with her. The even better news, and very surprising news, was that Ann was still a virgin, so it took a very serious relationship before she consented to letting me make love to her the first time. If I was not already hooked on her, I definitely was after that.



We have had an incredible 20+ years of marriage that has included having 4 wonderful kids, trips all over our great country and an ever growing love and respect for each other. To top it off, Ann has gotten even hotter looking over the years. She still has those incredible, long and sexy legs. Her ass has filled out some, giving her an incredible looking hour-glass figure. She has managed to keep her stomach well toned, despite having the kids and her breasts have plumped up to a very nice C cup. Best of all, she still has her incredible face, with those piercing eyes and sultry looking lips.



With our relative lack of sexual experience before knowing each other, we have gotten to experience most things for the first time together. It has also been a good excuse for us to try to learn new things by watching some porn over the years and even going to an adult club just to see what go’s on. I have been extremely blessed that Ann has always been open to trying new positions and even doing some role playing. The thing that has surprised me the most is that as I’ve gotten older and probably more self confident, my desire to have other guys check out my hot wife has increased.



What started out as posting a picture of her tits (no face) on a web site to see what other guys would say, led to me wanting to see their reaction in person. Fortunately that desire has been filled multiple times when she, at first reluctantly, agreed to go topless at some topless optional beaches while we were vacationing by ourselves. Seeing other guys check out my wife’s tits is a big turn on. From the husbands walking with their wife’s that are trying not to make it obvious to the twenty-something guys that will stop within feet of us and pretend to have a conversation. What I enjoy the most is putting on some dark sunglasses and pretending to be asleep and watching other guys check her out while she sleeps or reads a book. It’s amazing that most guys do not even care when it’s obvious that they are staring at a hot looking lady.



Although Ann has always said that it makes her uncomfortable when she goes topless and that she only does it for me, it has led to some very passionate fuck sessions, so I know that deep down inside her it does turn her on knowing how much these guys like looking at her. Despite all of that, she has been unwilling to let it go any further. We have fantasized or role played multiple scenarios of other guys getting to feel her tits or maybe even check out her shaved pussy, but that’s all she’s been willing to do. When I’ve even suggested that I set something up, like a guy giving her massage that ends up massaging her tits as part of it, she has been adamant that she does not want anyone else touching her.



So, I guess I should not complain. After all, I have an incredibly hot wife that guys drool over, and she only wants to be with me. On the other hand, it would be a tremendous turn-on to see another guy grope her magnificent breasts.



Now, here’s more information about our fabulous vacation. I’m not sure if it was having our first child finish college or what, but when we started discussing vacation ideas for our annual get-away, we looked at things that were much more physical in nature as opposed to the relaxing type vacations we’d done in the past. It was as if we were both trying to show that we were still young and that we could do anything we wanted. As a result, we ended up selecting a guided backpacking tour that went into Yosemite National Park. Depending on the length of tour you chose, 4 or 7 days, you would be doing hiking, climbing, repelling, rafting and even a small amount of zip lining.



We ended up choosing the 7 day tour since the rafting and zip lining were included in that one as you made your way back from the first 4 days of hiking and climbing. They stressed to minimize the belongings you bought with you, as you’d have to carry it with you throughout the hike. They provided the bedding, food and cabins, so all we had to bring were clothes and essential toiletries. We went to a local sporting goods store and when Ann saw the size of the backpacks, she asked if it would be possible for us to just take one and for me to carry it. I think she may have been joking, but I told her that if we keep our items to a minimum, that we could definitely do that. My hidden agenda was that it might force her to pack skimpier clothes for herself that take less space.



When Ann put together what we’d need, she did a great job of limiting it. Since they had indicated that there would be a washer & dryer available on the 4th evening, she just packed for 4 days of wearing shorts and tank tops or tube tops. That in addition to a swim suit for each of us, water shoes and a light jacket in case we had bad weather easily fit into the one backpack that I would carry. Not a lot of additional information was provided, other than they typically had a total of 10 people on each tour accompanied by 2 guides, so we just looked forward to our adventure that was a little over a week away.



The hike began early Sunday morning with all of the participants meeting at one of the park’s offices. From there, all of us boarded into a couple of vans and we were on our way to what they called Camp “A”, which was to be where we would start our hike from on the first day and where any of the hikers doing the 7 day trip would sleep on the 7th day. When we arrived at the camp, as we unloaded from the vans, the previous week’s hikers got on. It was a little unsettling to see how worn out they each appeared to be and the fact that one of the hikers had his arm in a sling, but as we were led down a path to the camp itself, everyone’s thoughts quickly changed to the exciting journey that were about to begin.



Our guides Mike and Nick introduced themselves. Mike was probably about 30, definitely in great shape and had a rugged look to him. When he introduced himself, he shared that he’d been leading these guided tours for most of the past 10 years and that he would be the lead guide for our tour. He then introduced Nick, who looked like he’d probably just finished college with his baby face looks, but he looked equally fit and stood just over six foot.



From there we did a quick introduction of each couple. One of the couples had to cancel at the last minute, so Mike said that there would only be the four couples on this tour, with just two of us doing the full 7 days.



The other couple that would be joining us for the full week was Curtis and Christina. Curtis was an older gentleman, probably in his late 50′s. He seemed pretty quiet and a polar opposite of his wife Christina. She looked like she was 30ish and that had some rather larger breast implants that she was very proud of. She was wearing very skimpy shorts and a top that did a nice job showing off her very ample cleavage.



The two 4 day couples were Bev and Bill, and Donna and Dan. Each were probably in their late 30′s or early 40′s and were fairly attractive, but it was clear that in terms of the guys checking out the ladies, that it would be Ann and Christina getting the majority of the looks.



Camp “A” was very nice, with a large hot tub and oversized cabin. Mike shared that the other camp sites were much more “rustic”, so we needed to adjust our expectations before we got into Camp “B” later today. He then spent about 30 minutes explaining what we were about to embark on today, some safety rules and then gave us one final chance to use the restrooms with plumbing before we begin our journey.



On that first day, we hiked and hiked and then hiked some more. Mike and Nick tried to keep us going at a reasonable pace, so that we’d have time to “relax and chill” when we get to camp, as Mike kept saying. The terrain was mostly smooth, but a lot of it was up hills, so it was very tiring. At the halfway point, we sat in an open field and enjoyed a small lunch that Nick had been carrying in his backpack. During the hiking and lunch, about 80% of the conversation seemed to be dominated by Christina. She was extremely flirty and even talked openly about the fact that she was carrying a much bigger load than the other women due to her boobs.



Most of the rest of the day was just more hiking and hearing Christina yap. I have to admit though, the thought of her having a wardrobe malfunction and having one of her boobs break out of her tiny top did cross my mind as she talked and we hiked.



As Mike had shared, Camp “B” was primitive compared to Camp “A”. There was no running water and only a generator that provided limited power. When we got to camp, Mike and Nick showed us a path that led down to a lake if we wanted to cool off a bit while they prepared dinner. With the exception of Curtis, who decided he’d rather just lie down, all of us headed to the lake. Everybody did a quick change into their swimsuits and went down the path to the lake. Ann and I were the first ones, which allowed us time for a quick make out session, and allowed us to get into the water and be able to see what everyone else looked like in their swimwear. Both Bev and Donna were slightly overweight and were wearing one piece swimsuits. Bev’s breasts were on the smaller size, but she had a nice round ass. Donna, on the other hand, had bigger breasts and a very large rear.



With the six of us all enjoying the nice refreshing water, Christina finally came down the path. She removed her shorts and top to reveal a very skimpy bikini. Ann was in a bikini also, but it was not two sizes too small as it appeared Christina’s was. When she joined everyone in the lake there was some small talk on how Curtis was, but other than that, it was pretty quiet as each couple seemed to move away from the others to at least allow some underwater touching. It wasn’t long before Nick came down to tell everyone dinner was ready.



After eating, we all relaxed around the camp fire. In addition to talking about what we would be doing on Day 2, Mike shared more about his background and his commitment to nature. When Christina asked him what about the women in his life, he shared that he was pretty much married to his job and figured he’d eventually get married and start a family, but for now, his job took all of his time.



After never sleeping harder in my life, we were awakened on Day 2 to the smell of eggs and sausage cooking over the fire. Since we’d be doing some climbing today, Nick had advised everyone to avoid having anything that was loose fitting that could get caught in the rocks.



After we had all eaten breakfast, Mike and Nick were quick to get us moving. Ann decided to wear a pair of her jean shorts and tight fitting halter top, so I knew she’d be getting a lot of looks from the guys. As we approached the first rock hill we would need to climb, I noticed that the other couples seemed to gradually move from hiking in front of Ann and I, to getting behind us. I’m not sure if it was the nervousness about not wanting to be first to climb up the hill or to get a better view of Ann’s ass and legs when she went up the hill, but in either case, no one was disappointed. We followed Mike up the hill and he requested that we leave at least 5 feet between ourselves and the next person. So, when Ann started having to climb, it was very obvious that each of the other married men and Nick were checking out her long tan legs and great ass.



The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, other than Christina appearing to have intentionally slipped not once, but twice into the arms of Nick while climbing the rocks. On the second fall it, was pretty obvious that Nick ended up getting a handful of Christina’s big tits as he kept her from falling to the ground. When we arrived at Camp “C”, everyone pitched in to help with dinner, so we could eat and get some rest. Mike shared with us that Day 2 was one of the tougher days physically and that the third day would be a little more relaxed, but that we would still be doing some fairly steep climbing to reach the next camp.



On Day 3, I felt like I could barely move. My body ached in places that I did not even know I had. Mike shared with us that they were going to push us pretty hard in the morning, which was all hiking, but then we’d probably have a chance to relax for a few hours on a beach of a little lake where we’d be stopping for lunch. He said there really wasn’t any place to change clothes there, so if we were shy, we might want to put on our swimsuits under whatever we were going to be wearing today, or we could just swim in our underwear like Nick does. I looked at Ann and was thrilled and suddenly full of energy again when she just said she’d change into her suit at the lake and if someone sees something, no big deal.



The thought of these other guys getting to see a glimpse of her naked body, even if only a quick glimpse had me hard as a rock as we started our hike. With everyone moving at a fairly good pace, we actually arrived a little ahead of schedule at the lake according to Nick. Everyone sat down and enjoyed the lunch they provided before Mike informed us we’d have about 90 minutes to swim, relax or lay-out in the sun. With that all of us headed to the beach area.



Nick quickly removed his shoes, shirt and shorts to get down to his boxers. It was very obvious that Nick was well hung, even in the loose fitting boxers he was wearing. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Ann check out his package. As Nick jumped into the lake it appeared all of us were stalling to see who would strip first. Curtis commented to Christina that he really just wanted to lie down to rest his legs, so he went into a grassy area to rest. With that, Christina stripped off her clothes and then proceeded to look through her backpack for her swimsuit. Like the other guys, I did take a quick look at her and her breasts were very large and she had huge areolas that appeared to be 4 inches across. After that, everyone all began to change about the same time. The only difference was that each of us had our swimsuits in hand, so it was more of a quick change as opposed to the show that Christina gave all of our while trying to find her swimsuit after she stripped.



Out of the corner of my eye I caught Mike really watching Ann when she changed into her bikini, but she did not allow much of a view as she quickly covered what she had just uncovered with her waiting bikini pieces. After cooling off in the lake for about 30 minutes, Christina announced that she was going to lay out on the beach. She then proceeded to tell the other ladies that she hopes they don’t mind, but that she planned to go topless, so please don’t be mad at their husbands if they seem distracted.



Ann laughed as if she thought Christina was joking, but then became visibly mad when it was obvious she wasn’t. After about another ten minutes in the water, Ann asked me if I’d like to go lay out with her on the beach. Keep in mind that this beach is only about 20 feet long, so no matter where we lay, Christina boobs will be easily within viewing distance. When we went up to the beach, I and probably every other guy was shocked when Ann laid down and removed her top. She looked over at me and whispered, “let’s see who gets more looks now – me or miss plastic tits”. I had been wearing a ball cap, so I dropped the bill of it and laid back giving the impression that I was sleeping.



Over the next hour, it was a major turn-on watching these other men that we had now known for a few days checking out my wife’s bare breasts while she slept. After that, I would have thought that the rest of the day would be pretty anti-climatic, but was wrong when we were having to climb some of the steepest rock hills we would face. Mike and Nick instructed us to wait until they have reached a ledge that they would need to help us over. Once again all of the other husbands had themselves positioned behind Ann and I, so we once again for the first ones to climb this rock hill. Ann was in front of me and I have to admit that when we reached the point that Mike and Nick were at, it was a huge turn on to see them support her thighs with one hand while placing their other hand on her ass to push her over the rock we were at. The turn on quickly subsided when they did the same for me, as I’m sure it did for them as well.



Even though we had our steepest climb of the journey, the amount of climbing and hiking was significantly less than previous days, so we were all feeling pretty good when we reached Camp “D”. After dinner, everyone seemed more talkative and open, which was probably helped by the brief stripteases each of us had done earlier, so we were all feeling more comfortable. Christina was her typical self sharing how her sex life has changed since she had her boob job. She was even nice enough to say that she went from a B cup size to her triple D’s that she now proudly walked around with. She then floored us all by saying that Curtis can barely keep up with her sexual needs, even when he takes his little blue pill. Curtis just seemed to ignore everything she would say and do and just smile. From the little he shared, he was a very successful executive and it appeared that Christina was his trophy wife and that he really did not care about her childish antics.



Mike and Nick closed the night by sharing what we should expect on Day 4 and letting us know that Camp “E” not only has running water, but that it also had washers and dryers, so those of us continuing on from there would probably want to do some laundry.



Up to this point, the weather we had been having was perfect. Sunny skies, temperatures in the 80s and generally a nice cooling breeze. When we awoke on Day 4, it also looked like it would be a gorgeous day, but shortly into our hike it began to drizzle. Mike commented that if the rain continued, we would need to change the route they were planning to take because it would be too dangerous climbing the rocks, and that would mean a few extra hours of hiking.



One of the times that Mike stopped the group to describe some of what we were seeing, I noticed that he was staring at Ann’s tits while we were all looking into the distance to see what he had pointed out. It was at that point that I realized that the drizzle that we had been going through had given Ann a wet t-shirt type look to the tube top she was wearing. Her tube top was white and became almost transparent as it clung to her incredible breasts. The slightly cooler temperatures were also having an effect as her nipples were rock hard pressing through the thin material. I thought for a few seconds about whether I should let her know, but then decided I’d rather watch the other guys checking her out. She did realize it and asked me if it looked bad. When I told her that it looked incredible, she said thanks but then requested her jacket from our backpack.

The rain continued, so we were forced to take the longer hike to get to Camp E, rather than the combination hike and climb. By the time we reached camp, all of us were sore, drenched and exhausted, so it was nice to be able to jump into the hot showers that they had at this camp. I tried to coax Ann into my shower stall, but she just shook her head and said “not”.



As Mike & Nick were preparing dinner, it became apparent that Curtis was probably not going to be able to continue the tour. His knees and ankles were much more swollen than they had been the previous days and with the repelling that we’d being doing on Day 5, everyone at camp was worried about whether he could do it. With it being the last night before at least Bev, Bill, Donna and Dan would be leaving, everyone talked about the previous 4 days and what we had seen. When Curtis went to bed, Christina shocked all of us by saying that she was considering going on without him, since he’d probably just need to rest for a few days. Each of the ladies told her that she needed to stay with Curtis, but I’ll admit that I had thoughts going through my mind of the fun we all could have with Ann, Christina, two horny guides and myself the final 3 days.



Eventually the talk shifted to families and other vacations, until Christina, as usual, began to take it over. She once again brought up how she did not understand how two very good looking and fit guys could dedicate themselves to a job that did not allow them to have relationships. When she continued to probe about their sexual & relationship backgrounds, Mike shared that his last serious relationship had actually been about 10 years earlier and their relationship ended when he became so immersed in his national park jobs. Nick was at first hesitant to answer, but finally shared that he really had not had any serious relationships yet and he was in fact still a virgin. With that, Christina laughed and asked how he could still be a virgin and had no girl friends through college with his good looks. Nick shrugged his shoulders and just said that he has always been very shy and that in school he was always focused on his studies and sports.



Bev jumped in to change the subject, but eventually Christina would begin her line of questioning again, so we all decided to call it a night and join Curtis in the cabin.



When we woke up the next morning, Curtis was sitting by the fire pit clearly frustrated that his knees were still very swollen. Mike was looking at his knees and ankles and checking his mobility when both of them came to the conclusion that it would not be wise for Curtis to continue. When Christina started talking about possibly continuing the tour, Curtis put a quick stop to it and said that she would be coming with him. There was a part of me that was disappointed, but then I realized that with just Ann & myself remaining, it would be like getting a private tour for the next 3 days, so it would be a great chance to really enjoy ourselves while getting all of the attention from our guides.



We all said our good-byes as the vans pulled up and the 3 couples left.



Ann and I were excited and a bit nervous about the Day 5 activities. Not only would we be doing a fair amount of hiking, but we’d be repelling down some very steep rock faces that we had passed on the previous day. Repelling would be a new experience for us, so we were anxious to give it a try. The first part of the morning was spent hiking with Mike and Nick stopping frequently along the way to point out points of interest. With the now much smaller group, especially without Curtis slowing us down, it allowed us to move along at a very good pace between points of interest.



When we sat down for lunch, Mike used it as a chance to describe what we would need to do to repel. He indicated that he would go down first and then suggested that I follow him and then Ann and Nick. When we came up on the first ledge or better said cliff, both Ann and I became very nervous. It was not straight down, but it was pretty close. We could see the bottom and it appeared to be at least 100 feet. As he had instructed, Mike went down first and secured the safety line on the bottom. I then stepped out and began my slow descent. After the first ten feet or so, it became pretty easy to use the bounce out technique and move right down the wall. When I reached the bottom, I was actually disappointed that it had ended so quickly. In Ann’s case, she was much more careful, so her descent was slower.



As she got about 20 feet above where we were standing, we had an amazing view of her ass and legs. Mike apologized to me if it looked like he was staring at Ann’s back side as she was coming down, but he needed to do that to ensure she was safe. I told him no problem that I understood and would actually have been fine if he were doing it just to check her out. He laughed a bit and said, unfortunately not all of the hikers on these tours look like her, so most of the time he gets stuck looking at back sides like mine. We both laughed as we looked up at her tight ass and long tan legs getting closer to us. A few minutes later, she safely reached the bottom and we all watched as Nick sprung right down the wall.



As we continued with the hike, Mike indicated that on Day 6, we’d be doing some repelling again down some even larger rock faces, as we’d be covering a lot of ground to get to Camp “B” from Camp “D” where we’d be staying tonight. The rest of the hike was very nice, getting the private tour since it was just the two of us. We found that Mike definitely knew his stuff and was able to point out plants that you could live on in the event that you were ever lost in the wilderness.



In camp, it was definitely more quiet and relaxed without Christina there. After dinner, Ann asked Mike if there was any way to get a status on how Curtis was doing. Nick indicated that he had spoken to one of the park rangers who had said that Curtis and Christina had checked into one of the lodges and that Curtis spent the day by the pool relaxing. From there, the conversation turned to what an unusual couple the two of them were, with him being at least 20 years older than her and her being as out-spoken and direct as she was. I joked to Mike that they probably were not like the couples you usually see. And he said definitely not. He went on to say that most couples that take the tour are very similar to Bev & Bill and Donna & Dan, couples in their 30′s or 40′s that are looking to try something new.



When I commented that Ann and I also fit into that category, he said “true, but most of the women they see on these tours do not have the body or looks of Ann”. When the Nick and I both agreed, Ann blushed a little and said it was time to change topics. The rest of the evening by the fire was spent learning a lot more about Mike & Nick’s families and the life of a park ranger. Later that evening after we had gotten to bed, Ann woke up and asked me if I minded walking her out to the port-a-potty. The two of us walked over there and as I was waiting in the dark, I could hear some noise that sounded like something was rolling in the grass about 10 feet away behind some bushes. When I quietly walked over there and peeked around the bushes, I was shocked to see Nick laying on the ground with his shorts around his knees and jerking himself off. I snuck back to the port-a-potty and when Ann came out, I told her to be very quiet and follow me.



When we both peeked around the bush, he was still going at it, but you could tell he must be getting close. It was then that I noticed the size of this kid’s cock and it was clear by Ann’s expression that she was mesmerized as well. We watched until he had just begun to shoot his load and quickly moved back to the cabin. As we climbed back into our bed and I put my arm around Ann, my forearm brushed across one of her very hard nipples, so I knew that she was definitely aroused having watched our young virgin guide masturbating. With all of us being in a single room cabin, I knew that I would not be able to get her to do anything even in her aroused state, so I just fell asleep thinking about how much I’d like to see her with Nick’s cock in her hands.



We awoke bright and early to the smell of eggs and bacon being cooked on the fire. After a nice breakfast, Mike and Nick shared what we’d be doing today. In addition to the usual hiking, we would be doing some repelling and a few zip lines to allow us to cover the distance that we needed to to get to Camp “B” by nightfall. Mike indicated that we had a lot of ground to cover, but with it just being the four of us, we should have no problem doing it. He said that if we had a good day, that they may even bust out some beer and wine that they have at Camp “B”. With that, we were off.



The scenery and views were incredible, especially from the perches that we zip lined from. We saw more wildlife than on any of the previous days and had several pictures of Ann & I taken. It really was nice having Mike & Nick to ourselves, as we could ask whatever we wanted and pretty much dictate how fast we moved along. Of course seeing my breathtakingly beautiful wife repel down those rock faces was incredible too. Nick and Mike seemed to trade off which one of them would go first, so they each had chances to see her incredible ass and long legs lowered to them.



We arrived in camp feeling great. The aches and pains that we seemed to have each night earlier in the week seemed to be replaced with excitement and anticipation of what we would experience the next day. As promised, Nick offered some beer and wine. I gladly accepted, but Ann said she’d pass and shared with them that she doesn’t drink much and only really likes a few mixed drinks like Mai Tai’s or Sex on the Beach. When Mike said that the lake is right down that path, Ann quickly came back with she’s not Christina, so it’s NOT going to happen. We all laughed and enjoyed the dinner and our evening conversation.



After another great night of sleep in the wilderness, we both woke up refreshed and ready to go. While we ate breakfast, Mike shared that most of our day would be spent rafting and that depending on how daring we were, we could take on some pretty extreme rapids later in the day or stop and do a little longer hike. When Ann asked what most groups do, he said that there always seems to be at least one person in each group that is not comfortable with the extreme rapids, so they generally raft until just prior to the grade 4 & 5 rapids and end up hiking about an hour longer. I was ready to sign up for the extreme rapids, but Ann requested we hold off on that decision until we at least conquer the smaller rapids.



The morning hike was less than an hour before we arrived where we would be launching our raft. Mike shared that the first few hours until we stop for lunch are very tame and they were fine if we wanted to go without the life jackets to get some sun, but that we would need to wear the life jackets at all times after lunch. Ann commented that she should have worn her swimsuit, so Mike pointed to where there was a clump of bushes that if she wanted she could do a quick change there. Ann thanked him and got her swimsuit out of the backpack. She looked amazing in her bikini and as we boarded the raft, Mike offered the center area of the raft to Ann if she really wanted to relax or if she preferred to paddle she could sit up front. Ann commented that sitting in the middle would be kind of like her being a queen while three good looking men moved her down the river, so she chose that option for the morning. Mike then asked Nick and I to move to the front of the raft to provide the power, while he handles the steering.



Looking at Ann, as she stretched out and got comfortable in the middle of the raft, instantly created movement in my shorts. It was obvious that the best seat in the raft would be Mike’s in the back, as he’d be able look at her the entire time and nobody would even notice. Not long after we had started down the river, Ann’s eyes were closed and it appeared she was asleep. Mike whispered to get our attention and pointed down at my sleeping wife. Nick was clearly uncomfortable, until Mike whispered that I actually enjoyed other guys being able to admire how hot my wife was. Nick looked at me to get a reaction and I told him that I am actually fine with it. So for the next 5-10 minutes, we essentially just floated down the river spending most of our time checking out my wife’s incredible body. When Ann stirred a bit, it brought us back to our senses and we again focused on the river.



The morning ride was very nice and both Ann and I agreed at lunch that we were up for the extreme rafting. Mike said great and that would give us a little extra time in camp tonight to wind down and possibly use the hot tub. The afternoon extreme rafting was great, with the highlight being a mother bear and her two cubs playing in a pool of water right off the main river. We finished the rafting and hiked the remaining distance to Camp “A”. As Nick set up the fire, Mike indicated that he had a surprise for us. A few minutes later he came out of the cabin with a bucket of cold beers, a bottle of rum and bottle of Mai Tai mix. Within a few minutes each of us guys was enjoying a cold brew while Ann was sipping on a Mai Tai.



After dinner, Mike told us that we were welcome to use the hot tub if we wanted. Both Ann and I took him up on the offer and quickly changed into our swimsuits and were relaxing in hot tub. After Nick & Mike had cleaned up camp and gotten the fire going strong, they asked if we’d mind if they joined us, which of course we were fine with. After Mike had gotten his swim trunks on, he asked everyone if they like another round of drinks, to which we all replied absolutely. Mike delivered the drinks and Ann made a face when she first sipped her Mai Tai. When Mike asked if it were ok, she said that it was a little stronger than she normally likes, but that it was fine. Mike apologized and joked that he was just trying to get her drunk. Ann quickly responded that’s what she figured and then shocked me be whispering to herself that they don’t need to get her drunk to do what they want. At first I thought that it had been my imagination, but then based on the look I saw on Nick’s face, realized she had said it, but probably louder than she had intended.



Ideas were now swirling in my head of how or if I could push this along a bit. So, I decided to ask Ann what she felt the highlight of the trip was. Ann responded that she probably enjoyed the zip lining the most, but that the repelling was a lot of fun once she got the hang of it. When she asked me the same question, I knew it was my chance to try to turn the conversation. I told her that I definitely agreed, but would probably place the rafting in front of those. Then, after pretending to be thinking for a few seconds, I commented that one of the most memorable things for me would be at the little beach on day 2, when first Christina essentially did a striptease for all to see, but that even better than that was when Ann decided to go topless on the beach as kind of an ‘in your face Christina’ type move.



When Mike asked what I meant, I shared Ann’s comment about let’s see whether hers or miss plastic tits will get checked out the most. Both of the guys chuckled and as if they were reading from a script I had given them, Nick said that he did not mean to be too personal, but that speaking for himself, he was definitely checking out Ann’s bare chest much more than Christina’s. Mike then questioned whether Christina was still topless after Ann took off her top because he had not noticed since his eyes were glued on Ann.



Ann giggled a bit and then said that she could have guessed we would say that because she’s here. And then she followed that up with, if miss plastic tits were here, you’d be telling her you preferred hers to mine.



Nick was very quick to respond that although he is by no means an expert, that Ann’s breasts were the best he had ever seen and that he found himself thinking about them on more than one occasion through the rest of the trip. Mike added that although he was 15-20 feet away from Ann on the beach when she was topless, that from what he saw he’d agree. Unfortunately though, he did not get the view he would have liked to, because he had been talking to Dan most of the time and he was obscuring Mike’s view as Dan himself was checking Ann’s tits out. Ann blushed a bit and then joked that maybe if we come back again in a few years, that they will have another chance and they can better position themselves on the beach for the optimal view.



We all laughed a bit as Mike got up to get another round of drinks and Nick went to the bathroom. As soon as they left, I commented to Ann that she should surprise them and take off her top. She shook her head, smiled and said that her top is staying on unless all of us take off our trunks. When I asked her if she was serious, she thought for a minute before saying, that as long as I would not get jealous, she definitely would not mind checking these guys out in the buff, but that I needed to understand that is as far as it would go and that I better not push her to do any more. I told her absolutely and that I would not suggest or push her to do anything else, so she could control what she’d be willing to do with no pressure from me. She said then said ok, if you get the shorts off, my top till come off too.



As the guys returned, I thought how I could bring it up and decided to just say it. I told the guys that Ann had agreed to take off her top for all of us to see if we’d first take off our trunks. In unison, Mike and Nick answered “it’s a deal” and removed their trunks under water and tossed their trunks onto the nearby table. When I did the same, Ann said ok I’ll take it off, but it’s not really fair that my boobs are above the water while your cocks are below the water, so you’ll need to leave them off the rest of the night, so I can at least see what you’ve got when you go to get more drinks or use the restroom. With that, she untied her top behind her neck and placed her arm over her still-covered breasts while she undid the clasp in the back. After sitting there for a few seconds with a sexy smile on her face, she pulled her arm away removing the bikini top.



Her breasts looked amazing basically hovering right at the water’s surface. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds before Ann broke it by asking if they were still as nice since everyone now was much closer. Mike responded that they looked amazing and that he had never seen a better set in person. He said the fact that they were curved up, had a nice fullness or plumpness to them, had perfect areolas and nipples, and flawless skin made them a perfect set of breasts. You could tell Mike’s flattering and very detailed comments took Ann a bit by surprise and made her blush. Then, Nick asked if it would be terribly inappropriate for him to ask her if he could touch her breasts. Since he was looking at me, I just replied that it would be up to Ann.



She gulped a bit and said that she would be willing to let them quickly touch her breasts if they stood up and allowed her to check out their cocks. Before she had even finished the sentence Mike was standing up and moving across the hot tub. Mike’s cock was probably about average size, but it was his very fit physique that I’m sure aroused Ann. She slowly reached up for his hard cock, while he lowered both of his hands to her breasts. They did this for about a minute and then Ann said it was Nick’s turn. Even though Nick had that huge cock, he almost seemed shy about standing up in the tub, so Ann reached her hand under the water and pulled his manhood to the surface. Based on the amount of cock above and below her hand, I’m guessing his cock was about nine inches long. As she ran her hands up and down his cock and sac, Nick gently grabbed her breasts paying particular attention to her very erect nipples.

Lucia wandered through the old parts of Copenhagen all morning, travelling the cobblestone streets and taking in the beautiful architecture of the city. It was her first time In Denmark, a detour from the main purpose of her European trip, visiting France and Italy with a group of friends and family. For a quick weekend getaway, she had booked a cheap flight from Paris to Copenhagen in order to visit a friend; one she had never met in person, but had talked with online for ages. She fully expected the detour to be the highlight of her whole trip, even more memorable than seeing the Louvre, the Colosseum, or the leaning tower of Pisa. After the first few hours, Lucia travelled mostly in a daze, her thoughts elsewhere, thinking about the evening to come. In fact didn’t really even snap out of her haze until Martin arrived at her hotel room, knocking loudly on the room’s door.



Lucia greeted him warmly, giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek and ushering him inside the room. Almost giddy with excitement, she stammered and struggled to find words of welcome appropriate to the situation. Despite her copious experience being on the receiving end of a hard cock, she had nothing in her repertoire as appropriate conversation for travelling half way around the globe to suck on a dick. For his part, Martin was nothing but a gentleman, soothing her nerves with light small talk, asking about her flight, if she had enjoyed touring Copenhagen, and how her trip was going overall. She answered him with pleasure, settling down as she did so, and quickly growing comfortable with him despite it being their first “official” meeting. After a few more minutes of conversation, she chose a natural pause to tell him she would go and change into something more comfortable and scurried off to the washroom.



Lucia’s hands trembled as she undressed in the small hotel bathroom, and changed into the lingerie she had pre-positioned there. Picked up in Paris, the expensive outfit was typical of French lingerie, in that the less material was used in its making, the higher the price. She stripped naked before slipping into the sheer red and black negligee, straightening her hair as she examined herself in the mirror. She liberally applied makeup, much more than she would normally wear, complete with dark lip gloss and eye liner. She put her hair back into a quick braid towards the left side of her head, and topped it all off with a frilly black choker with a small golden pendant. Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, she smiled and walked out of the bathroom, hoping to knock Martin’s socks off.



She was more than rewarded by the massive grin on his face as she exited. His mouth opened, but no words left his lips as he took her in. She stopped five feet in front of him and posed provocatively, one hip thrust curvaceously to the side, and her breasts heaving heavily under the sheer fabric. Her nipples were already rock hard as she paraded herself for him, and she found herself growing wet already. After a few moments, Martin found his voice.



“You look absolutely stunning.” He stammered, his voice filled with awe.



“Thank you.” She replied. “I have honestly been looking forward to this moment all month.”



“Well then,” Martin responded “Let us not delay you any longer.”



Reaching out, Martin picked up a pillow from the bed, and placed it at his feet on the floor. Hiding the quiver in his hands, he took off his shirt, and placed it on the table. As he started to undo his belt, Lucia stepped forward, placing a hand on his to stop him.



“No.” she said. “Let me.”



Without protest, Martin watched as Lucia sank slowly to her knees in front of him, landing squarely on the pillow at his feet. She blushed slightly as she looked up at him through long lashes, as if asking permission to move forward. Martin nodded his head unconsciously and her hands reached gingerly to his belt. Her hands shook slightly, but she was able to undo the belt , button and fly on his pants without trouble. She let gravity drag them down, and then paused while he stepped out of them. Reaching up for the band of his underwear, she paused, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Martin’s hand reached out to touch her cheek. Responding to his touch, she looked up, meeting his eyes. He rewarded her gaze with a large and honest smile; she could tell that he was as excited and apprehensive as she was. Somehow, that thought calmed her, and without further ado, she pulled down the elastic band, coming suddenly face to face with the entire reason for her trip to Denmark.



Dangling half-hard before her face, Lucia gazed with awe at Martin’s long, thick cock. Already, despite not being fully hard, it was the most impressive cock she had ever seen, if anything even bigger than the incredible pictures that had drawn her this far. With a slight gasp, Lucia’s eyes fluttered upwards as she said a silent prayer of thanks to Odin, Thor, or whatever Norse God had so blessed the earth with such an impressive specimen of male anatomy. Reaching out with one, hand she gently lifted his heavy shaft, stroking it up and down twice as a test. She moaned unconsciously as she watched the foreskin slide smoothly back and forth, revealing his bulbous crown with each stroke. His cock filled her hand making it look comically small as she grasped it, his thick shaft hardening slightly in her grip. She marvelled as the large veins began to stand out from his shaft, a slight blue tinge against the flesh tone of its skin.



“You are a God.” Lucia muttered, unable to restrain herself.



Martin was unable to find an answer to her statement, and merely stroked her hair as she continued her examination. Leaning in and lifting his stiffening shaft upwards, Lucia planted a wet kiss onto his heavy and smooth-shaven balls. They hung low, and her tongue snaked out to slather their underside, licking and flicking, using the flat of her tongue to balance one by one. Martin moaned as she leaned closer, sucking first his right, and then his left testicle into her mouth gently, letting her teeth drag slightly as she released it. She let go of his shaft, letting it rest against her nose and forehead as she buried herself deeply into his crotch, lifting his balls slightly to lick behind the sack, running her tongue up, down, and all around his balls.



After a minute or two, she slowly pulled, back, letting his cock fall off of her face. It did not fall far, as it reached nearly its full hardness, standing straight out from Martin’s crotch to point directly at her face. His balls glistened with saliva, a droplet forming at their bottom-most part. Reaching her left hand out to cup them, Lucia used her right to once again stroke his cock slowly, revealing his dark pink cock head on each down stroke. She smiled widely as the first bead of precum formed at the tip, and began to ooze down the underside of his shaft. Reacting on instinct, she extended her tongue, catching the drop and pulling her mouth away, forming a strand that connected her mouth to his cock. Smoothly, she sucked it into her pursed lips, smiling and licking them clean as Martin watched. Leaning in, she planted a very wet kiss on the head, bringing forth another bead of clear fluid.



Holding his now fully erect cock by the shaft, Lucia began to make out with the head of his cock, kissing it, rubbing it all over her mouth, and running her tongue occasionally around the revealed head. Martin moaned aloud as she began to take his head slightly into her mouth. Lucia moaned as well, savouring the taste of his copious precum as it flowed freely into her mouth and all over her face. Lucia rubbed his cock onto her lips like a lip gloss applicator, applying it messily all around her mouth so that her whole face from the nose down gleamed with spit and seminal fluid. She began to stroke him as she kissed and licked, occasionally pausing to run her tongue from the base all the way to the head. She slathered the underside of his cock, cupping it with her lips and running her mouth up and down the length, the vibrations of her moans sending shivers up Martin’s spine. She pulled back finally, her face a wet mess, to examine him again.



Martin’s whole cock shone with her saliva and his own fluid, matching her mouth and chin. She licked her lips, tasting him, while using two hands, one stacked on top of the other, to stroke his shaft. She marvelled that even with both fists wrapped around his cock, 2-3 inches poked out of her grip. Looking up into his eyes again, Lucia told Martin exactly how her cock made her feel.



“You make me so wet. I love kneeling here, staring at your huge cock. I love kissing it, stroking it, rubbing it all over me.” She effused. “And now, I want to suck you until you fill me with your cum.”



“Believe me,” Martin answered “the pleasure is all mine.”



Holding eye contact, Lucia leaned in, taking the whole fat head into her mouth in one deft motion. Her eyes fluttered shut as she stroked him and felt his precum roll out to coat her tongue. She swallowed around the huge head, amazed at how full her mouth already felt. She marvelled at his immense thickness as it stretched her mouth, and taking in a deep breath through her nose, she slowly lowered her lips down his shaft. Placing her hands on her knees, she looked up at him, reaching only about half way down before his cock began to bend slightly as it encountered the entrance to her throat. Abandoning eye contact, she repositioned her head, coming at his cock from a more downwards angle, this time pressing forward to reach three quarters of the way down his shaft before hitting the wall. She pressed forward slightly, but was unable to force his wide head into her throat. Pulling back, she let his cock exit her mouth, sucking on the tip as she did to produce an audible *POP*.



Martin caressed her shoulder as she started to work on him in earnest, her eagerness finally getting the better of her. In no time, her right hand was stroking up and down his length, well-lubricated by the copious saliva pouring from her loosely held lips as they bobbed up and down on him. She took him a little more than half way into her mouth on each down stroke, using her hand to create the illusion of going deeper by maintaining constant pressure around his cock. Her left hand tickled his heavy balls, growing wet as her spit travelled down the underside of his dick to drip from his sack. She moaned with pleasure as she sucked and stroked him, one in time with the other, her hand rotating in quarter-turns on each stroke to create more friction.



Maintaining the brisk pace of a professional cocksucker, Lucia began to mix in deep thrusts of her head forward, making herself gag on the end of his cock, then backing off for 3-4 strokes before repeating herself. She began to feel thick, sticky saliva start to work its way from her throat to her mouth, forming a soupy lubricant for his cock that increased the wet slurping sounds she made as she worshipped him. Foamy bubbles formed around her hand and mouth as she continued to suck is cock with a purpose. Suddenly, Martin felt himself begin to peak and approach orgasm. Just as suddenly, and before he could warn her, Lucia stopped cold, pulling back off his cock and instead blowing lightly on it, her breath feeling cool on his sopping wet meat. Martin gasped for air as her climax subsided, his cock throbbing angrily at being withheld climax. Looking up, Lucia waited until Martin’s eyes reopened, and met his gaze with her own before running her fingernails up and down the front of his legs, lightly scratching him while leaning in, slowly bringing her lips to his head. Moving at a snail’s pace, she kept eye contact until his cock was half-buried in her mouth, then readjusted her angle for another attempt at getting his cock down her throat.



She paused as she reached the three quarters mark, just before his cock would enter her throat, taking a deep breath in around the edges of his shaft and through her nose. Slowly but forcefully, she then pushed her head forward with purpose. This time, his cock well lubricated by her spit, he felt the distinctive tightness of her throat begin to give way. She stifled a gag, and pushed again, swallowing as she did so. Immediately, he felt himself drive deep, past her throat opening. Reaching down to cup her chin, he felt her oesophagus expand as he entered her, pushing all the way until her lips reached his stomach and balls. She held herself there, as deep as possible, for moments that seemed to drag into hours. She began to gag, subdued at first, but eventually in almost convulsions as her chest heaved and begged for air. Finally, after a soft prompting from Martin, she pulled back off of him, gasping for breath and drooling thick saliva all over the front of her negligee.



“Oh my god that was amazing!” Martin exclaimed.



As Lucia gasped for air, he grasped his thick, heavy meat by the base and began to slap it wetly onto her open mouth, lips and forehead. Lucia smiled and chuckled in response, urging him on.



“Yes! Slap me with that big, huge cock of yours!”



“You like that? You liked how it feels?” he asked, knowing the answer already.



“Oh god yes!” She responded. “I love feeling your heavy cock rubbing all over my face!”



Martin smeared his whole shaft back and forth like a windshield wiper, rubbing shining saliva all over her face, mangling her makeup in the process. Lucia moaned, reaching down with both hands to touch herself. With one hand she split her pussy lips slightly open, giving the other unfettered access to her clit. Almost immediately, she convulsed in the throes of orgasm, biting her lower lips to half-stifle a scream of pleasure. She never stopped rubbing as she began to come down off her high, and instead seemed to be instantly building towards her next orgasm.



“Fuck my throat while I rub my pussy!” Lucia gasped. “Please fuck my wet mouth!”



Martin, ever the gentleman, was only too happy to give her what she wanted. Slowly and firmly, he reached out, putting his hands on either side of her head. He held her in place while he thrust his cock forward into her mouth, pushing past her open lips and swirling tongue. Lucia moaned with impatience as he paused there, collecting himself for a moment with his cock head tantalising her taste buds at the tip of her tongue. Her eyes closed involuntarily as he pushed himself deeper, and she fought the urge to try and pull away as she felt the pressure on her throat’s opening begin to mount. Even if she had tried, Martin’s hands held her like a vice, while her own hands continued to vigorously rub her soaking wet pussy. She gagged as his rigid dick finally pushed its way into her throat, pulling back almost immediately, only to reinsert again. He started to thrust, moving his cock and out of the opening to her throat, but always maintaining himself deep in her mouth between thrusts. Lucia gagged involuntarily, but never flinched as her fucked her mouth, even picking up the pace of her self-pleasure as she began to feel euphoria from lack of oxygen set in. Before long, she found herself wracked with yet another orgasm, and Martin backed off, thrusting his head shallowly in and out of her mouth while she gasped and writhed, kneeling at his feet.



Looking up, her eyes filled with lust and gratitude, Lucia reached both of her hands up to cup Martin’s butt from behind. Digging in her nails slightly, she urged him back deeper into her mouth, and with her blessing, he began to face fuck her in earnest, this time thrusting the entire length of his cock in and out on each stroke. Every 5-6 thrusts, he pulled out of her mouth momentarily to let her take a deep breath in, and evacuate the copious saliva from her mouth, letting it drool down her chin and chest. Sloppily, he took her mouth, gagging her over and over on the enormous girth of his cock. His breath began to come in ragged gasps as he approached the point of no return. Sensing this, Lucia tapped his bum and backed off slightly, kissing and sucking the head of his cock with gusto.



Replacing his thrusts, she now reached up with both hands, stacked one on the other and began to stroke his cock with both at once. She used the same rotational strokes as before, but this time, her hands moved in opposite directions, adding even more sensation to the handjob. She moaned with desire as she told him how badly she wanted to taste his cum. As she felt his body tense, she held her mouth open, less than an inch from the end of his cock, eagerly awaiting her reward, and the reason she had made the long trip.



Martin’s cum began with two small jets, fired in quick succession, which flew upward to ricochet off of her right cheek and over her shoulder. As she adjusted to try and catch the next shot, his next heavy blast, thick and sticky, bounced off of her top lip, where it formed a distinct rope under her nose towards her left eye. Moving her mouth back to the center, she caught the majority of his next three shots, which catapulted into her mouth, coating her tongue with their salty fluid. She closed her mouth and began to swallow, but pursed her lips and pressed them into the head of his cock, looking into Martin’s eyes as his cum basted her mouth and chin. It began to drip off of her face, and after an audible swallow, she took his cock head back into her mouth to suck out the rest of his cum. Martin’s legs quivered as his head grew sensitive, but Lucia was merciless in removing the remaining quantity of cum from his shaft.



Lucia remained there, on her knees, gently milking Martin’s cock with her lips until he grew mostly soft in her mouth. He stroked her hair, praising her work in English and Danish alternately, amazed at her insatiable love of cum. When she finally pulled off of his cock, she went to work cleaning him up with her tongue, and used her fingers to push the cum on her top lip into her mouth, moaning for Martin’s benefit as she swallowed it down. His cock sagged, soft by still large and heavy between his legs as Martin collapsed onto the hotel room bed. Lucia stood, pulling off the soaked and clingy fabric of her negligee, and tossing it aside. Naked, she curled up beside him on the bed, resting her head on his stomach and planting a wet kiss on his shaft. Slowly, they both drifted off to sleep.

The farm was aptly named Cheyenne Villa because Indians lived there before the settlers. Bobbie found lots of nice second hand furniture cheap and new linens and curtains. I picked up the old Chevy from Pete’s garage and body shop so Bobbie would have a car.



The barn was spacious with a huge loft and stables for two horses but no electricity. Fortunately I had a friend who was an electrician and he agreed to install a bigger panel box in the house and an underground line to the barn.



I was out in the yard doing yard work and decided to go in for some lunch. No one was in the kitchen and it sounded like the girls were upstairs. I walked upstairs and stood at the bedroom door that was partly open.



I felt like a peeping tom as I watched Bobbie and Susie having an intimate moment.



Bobbie was on her back on the bed with her knees up holding Susie’s head between her legs and Susie was feasting on Bobbie’s pussy. Bobbie moaned and her hips gyrated as Susie’s mouth worked expertly on Bobbie’s pussy.



“Mmmmm—yes—yes—uggghhhh—that’s so good baby, suck mommy good” Bobbie moaned encouragement.



The scene reminded me of the first night with Susie and Harold with Susie on all fours on the bed with her little red bush up in the air while her face was locked into Bobbie’s pussy. My cock stirred and I released my pants and stroked my cock.



I wanted to walk in and fuck Susie’s pussy but something told me to wait that I was only a spectator. Bobbie’s hips bucked in orgasm and she released Susie’s head. They kissed for a few minutes while Bobbie’s fingers stroked Susie’s little red slit.



Bobbie stood up and pulled on a strap-on dildo tight around her waist and it hung between her thighs like a donkey’s cock. The thing looked monstrous. It was at least nine inches long and three inches thick as thick as my own cock only much longer.



Bobbie stood next to the bed that monster protruding from between her legs: “Now baby—mommy’s gonna’ show you how to take her big dick,” Bobbie promised as she rubbed some olive oil on the shaft for lubricant.



“Oh mommy it’s so big—I’ll never be able to take such a big thing in my little pussy,” Susie exclaimed.



“Come here like I showed you and get mommy’s cock wet with your mouth,” Bobbie commanded.



Little Susie clambered over and sat on the edge of the bed and held the monster in her small hands. Her fingers did not reach half way around. I watched amazed and sexually aroused watching Susie’s face as she held the enormous dildo in her small fingers.



“Oh mommy, your cock is so thick like daddies,” she said.



“Yes it’s about the same only longer and when daddy’s not here, this is what you get instead,” laughed Bobbie. “Now take it in your pretty mouth,” she demanded.



Susie opened her mouth and tried to engulf the monstrous fat head inside her mouth. Bobbie grabbed her head and pulled her head hard onto the rubber cock. The head forced past her lips that were stretched tight and her nose flared breathing in air.



The olive oil helped penetrate her mouth and soon Susie’s mouth was filled with the huge truncheon and Bobbie stroked it with her hips forcing it past her tongue.



Susie’e lips and jaw were stretched terribly far and her nose flared trying to suck in air. I started to intercede but was transfixed at the sight while masturbating my hard cock.



Bobbie forced the rubber cock to the entrance of her throat and she started to gag. Then the cock would back out a little so she could recover. Then back again and again, over and over.



Finally, Susie took half the monster down her throat. Amazing, half of the huge dildo was crammed inside the little girl’s mouth and throat. Bobbie worked it in and out for several seconds at a time giving Susie just enough time to suck in some air through her nostrils.



Satisfied with Susie’s performance, Bobbie pulled the spit drenched dildo out and had Susie get on all fours. She then presented the fat head to to the girl’s small cunny lips. I was anxious to have Susie take my cock in her mouth one day.



Susie’s pussy was shinny with juice and assumed that Bobbie had eaten her pussy before I came upstairs. The dildo stretched her pussy as the young girl’s little ass wiggled and squirmed under the unmerciless assault.



“Ouwww—Ohhh—it hurts so—Agggghhh—you’re stretching my pussy so—ugghhhh—oh gawddd its too big,” wailed little Susie as more and more of this huge rubber dildo penetrated and stretched her little pussy.



Her litle red pussy mound was dwarfed by the rubber monster. Her pussy lips were gorged and stretched around the huge shaft.



Bobbie had a firm grip on the small girl’s hips and she bucked thrusting the dildo a little deeper each time. Finally the dildo was as far as it could go with several inches still out. I could see tears flowing down Susie’s cheeks as she grabbed the bed linens.



Bobbie stopped bucking long enough for Susie’s wailing to stop and allow her pussy time to adjust to the thick monster in her belly. Then she began a regular series of deep thrusts, and Susie, with a new fire and passion, begged Bobbie for more, she cried out: “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” over and over.



Bobbie’s huge cock made a sloshing sound as it thrust in and out. Her hips bucked violently for several minutes pushing the huge monster in and out repeatedly until finally Susie screamed that she was cumming.



“Ooooo—AWWWWW—EEEEEEE—GAAAAAWWDDDDD,” she screamed as her body wracked and heaved in intense orgasm.



Lucky we had no neighbors because it was a very loud scream. I could see her red pussy leak out a flow of juices as the shaft pulled out and then sluice back in. Susie feinted and Bobbie pulled the big rubber dong from her pussy with a pop.



I took my pants off and walked into the room. Bobbie was not surprised to see me. I told her to bend over on all fours and I stood on the floor next to the mattresses and mounted her cunt with my cock the same way she fucked Susie.



Each time I thrust my cock inside her pussy, the rubber cock swayed up and down. The sight only added more fire to my lust to fuck Bobbie in appreciation for training Susie.



I saw the olive oil we kept on the nightstand for lubricant and decided to fuck Bobbie’s ass. I admired the exquisite shape of her plump bottom as it jiggled just a little each time I pounded her blonde pussy. I stroked her hard for several minutes stopping each time I thought she was about to cum.



I pulled out with a slick pop—rubbed some olive oil on my cock before presenting the head to her crinkly brown orifice—she welcomed my penetration by pushing her ass back onto my cock. Soon, my cock buried itself deep inside her buttery smooth rectum in two or three hard thrusts.



“Oooooeeeeeeiiiii–yes–hmmm–mmmmm–Agggghhh,” she cried out in sweet agony.



I worked my cock in a slow stroking motion, gradually pulling half way out watching her anal ring pull out and then back in. Her breathing was heavy and she moaned pitifully as my fat cock began a pounding of her innards.



“Oh baby, daddies fucking my ass hole—yeeee-mmm—it feels so good,” she mumbled.



I felt her ass channel spasm and milk my cock with each withdrawal.



I continued to slow fuck her ass for several more seconds then picked up the pace. She yelled for me to fuck her harder and I obliged. My cock slapped in and out very rapidly. She began to convulse in an intense orgasm.



Susie watched and grinned as I pounded her new mommy’s tight brown hole. I could feel my balls splat against her drenched pussy. I fucked her until she passed out from cumming so hard.



Then it was Susie’s turn. She obeyed and turned her pretty little ass to me on all fours. I poured a little olive oil in my palm and rubbed my red cock. I placed the head at her small wrinkled fissure and pushed in the head.



I grabbed her hips and thrust more cock inside her. In just three or four thrusts I was in to the hilt. She cried out in agony for a few seconds but the sight of my huge cock lodged into such a small ass and the fissure stretched so tightly around my engorged cock took my senses away.



“AWWWWW—OUCHHH—OHHHH—SHITTTT—IT HURTS,” she screamed and buried her face into a pillow. But I was too far into fucking her ass to care.



I fucked her slow and then hard as her agony turned to pleasure and she moaned and cried for me to fuck her harder.



I felt something between my ass cheeks. It was Bobbie applying that massive dildo in my ass cheeks. It was well oiled and poked at my nether hole as I stroked in and out of Susie’s ass.



I felt that huge monster stretch my hole and push inside my ass—although I was stretched full it didn’t hurt. Everytime I pulled out of Susie’s ass, that huge cock would sink in deeper. My prostate went into orbit and I could feel the ejaculation in my cock even though I wasn’t cumming.



My balls boiled and I started to cum. “Ohhhh awwwwww—I’m cummmiiinnnggg,” I cried out. Bobbie thrust in as I fucked Susie’s ass harder. Susie’s legs began to twitch and her body contorted as she came and screamed again in blissful agony.



My cock erupted with jet after jet spewing inside her rectum. Bobbie pulled that monster out of my ass and Susie and I spooned with my still hard cock lodged in her rectum. Bobbie laughed and said that was the best sex-break ever. Susie and I giggled and agreed.



We spent the last five days moving, cleaning and setting up house. No one thought much about sex after that afternoon. Bobbie and Susie got along very well and every night they took a bath together in the huge tub. I could hear them giggle and moan through the window while I sat on the front porch.



My old Chrysler was a moving target. I went to a local auction with Pete and purchased a used car. Pete fixed it up for me including new tires. The car was manufactured in 1972 for the Texas Highway Patrol but was in a wreck and then auctioned.



Saturday morning came and I was stiff from the hard work but knew I had to be on the road to Brownsville. I awoke early while the girls slept spooning in the king sized bed. I made coffee and wrote the girls a short note of love and be back Sunday night.



I had a phone installed and purchased pagers for the three of us to carry just in case. But the best gift of all was from our new landlord who gave us a German shepherd female who had two male puppies. They were very entertaining.



I prepared an over night bag and cleaned and loaded my super .38 Smith & Wesson revolver and pappy’s old coach gun. The 12 gauge had two 20 inch barrels with hammers and I loaded it with military double aught shot. Each shell carried 9 each 8 millimeter copper coated pellets—each pellet was the size of a .33 caliber ball round.



The drive was uneventful unlike three months ago when the redneck’s family tried to ambush me. They swore to get revenge against me for shooting their redneck hillbilly relative who tried to cut Madeline and did cut several others behind Big Daddy’s bar one night.



Three months earlier:



Madeline could handle most drunks but this one was mean and a little bit crazy. He waited in the back parking lot of Big Daddy’s bar for Madeline to leave. I heard screaming and jumped out of my car with revolver in hand. Madeline came running toward me and this fat bearded moose bounced behind her.



“He’s got a knife,” she screamed. I cocked the revolver, aimed and shot him in the sternum.



He stopped—muttered damn you—dropped the knife and stumbled to his car. The car backed out into trash cans and drove off. The police were summoned and I discovered several employees were cut or stabbed.



I carried a gun permit and the police said it looked like self-defense. A short time later, the police discovered that the Arkansas redneck was at the local hospital with a gunshot wound. He was charged with aggravated assault with a knife.



Big Daddy fired Madeline—blaming her for the fricassee. The fat prick told me to continue bringing him ten gallons of whiskey each week. “No hard feelings,” he muttered with his fat cigar clenched in his teeth.



Two weeks later, I made my usual once a month delivery of five gallons of whiskey to a little bar south of Austin. The old man said that two fellas’ in a maroon Chevy had come by last night and that they were looking for me.



“Oh, what did they look like,” I asked.



“Well,”the old man pondered and scratched his old white head — in his crackly voice,” they weren’t revenuers and they wasn’t pretty.” Meaning they were not government or police and that they were mean looking.



That worried me a lot and I secured the coach gun in the front seat. I figured the fat slob owner of Big Daddy’s informed on me.



I had gone less than a mile when a maroon caprice jumped my tail and then passed me and stopped abruptly 20 to 30 feet in front of me. Two ugly men got out and started walking toward my car as I got out with pappy’s shotgun.



They were both carrying pistols so I shouldered the shotgun and they abruptly turned and ran back to the car but not before the passenger took two wild shots in my direction.



They jumped in the car and just as the driver put the car from park to drive, the back up lights flashed momentarily and I fired both barrels simultaneously through the rear glass.



Boom, like a cannon—the whole back window exploded and I thought I heard screams as tires burned rubber and away they went. If the 16 shots didn’t hit flesh then surely the flying glass must have.



I figured they were not coming back for more and continued my drive to Dallas. Madeline told me that Big Daddy told the rednecks about me and where she lived. She was warned in advance by one of his bartenders. We packed and drove to Atlanta to lay low for a couple of months.



Three months later and I’m back in Texas:



I was on my way south to Brownsville to see Bonnie. I never mentioned Bonnie to Bobbie—duhh—I wasn’t stupid.



I went to an auction and purchased a 1972 Plymouth Fury, a used police car, with only twenty-five-thousand miles. It was in great shape and had plenty of horsepower. I was pleasantly surprised to find that someone had placed the police radio in the trunk and the antenna was still attached to the roof. I paid Pete to fix her up including a paint job and hooking the radio under the front seat.



The road gave way to past memories:—my days in the army and the killing fields in Viet Nam—girls I kissed in High School—summers with my grandparents—my first rifle—things I could have done better.



The one thing that troubled me the most was my feelings for Madeline. My pappy used to say there always one woman who turns a man’s insides out—a woman who gives you the fever. Boy, did I have the fever.



I drove the Plymouth nice and easy occasionally opening her four barrel carburetor and accelerating from 55 to 100 miles per hour in three seconds. Once you got over the whip lash, the hills rolled a lot quicker and smoother at 100. But I also could see a fast depreciation of the gas gauge.



I told Bonnie and Billy about the car so they wouldn’t freak out when I drove up. After I arrived, Bonnie wanted immediate sexual gratification. We both knew that she had other male sex partners—we just didn’t discuss it.



Billy was his usual self, all business. We had dinner and they brought me up to date. Bobbie still worked part time as a waitress in town. She said that some very bad men were looking for me. They came to town several months ago and they asked everyone in town about me and described my old car.



Bonnie led to me to her bedroom where we hastily stripped and kissed passionately. I could feel my cock swell and I was anxious to feel her soft skin and taste her intimate parts.



We lay next to each other swapping tongues. It was a passionate kiss that sent signals to my cock. I cupped her tit and stroked it pinching the nipple while her small hand found my cock and held it. Then I sucked on a nipple and pinched the other.



My cock throbbed occasionally as it increased in size and girth. “O’ I can tell you missed me—your cock is so big,” she moaned in my ear.



I groaned a deep moan and reached down to finger a very moist pussy. My fingers drug into her slit feeling the slick juice and opening her pussy.



Her hand began rubbing my cock in ernest as I found her oily nub and she jerked in reaction. I penetrated her pussy with two fingers feeling how easy her pussy moved on my hand.



“I want to fuck you baby—I missed you so much,” I said.



She responded very naturally and pulled me over and guided my hard cock to her pussy opening. I pushed in half way and we both let out a sigh of relief.



I was stroking in and out with her legs wrapped around my back. Her ankles tapping my back like a rodeo bull rider without the spurs. She coached me on with long deep strokes the way she liked for me to pound her pussy with very long and rapid slaps.



Her face contorted—I could feel her pussy spasm and she let out her emission of cum. “Ohhh mmmmmm immm cumiinnnggg,” she cried out.



She reached my nipples and pinched them hard between her finger and thumb. I could feel my cock spasm and jets of cum filled her belly.



We lay there both of us heaving in deep breaths and relishing the moment—her pussy spasmed and began to push my spent cock from her sheath.



We caught our breath, talked a while and I fell asleep with her soft hair on my chin and shoulder.



Continued in Chapter 16—–

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