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Before reading please note that this story contains the following sexual orientations, subjects and fetishes:

Heavy:

Bisexual mmf. Bisexual male. Bisexual female. Polyamory. Age gap. Anal. Rough. Fetish. Squirting. Piss-play. Spitting.

Light:

Dominance. Edging. Humiliation. Incest roleplay.

This one was published a while back under my previous pen name and now deleted profile; DeeKay.

I hope you enjoy this new version.

For Liv

Chapter 1

Breaking up is never easy, but sometimes it’s inevitable and absolutely necessary. I wasn’t happy when Brit and I broke up, but I think both of us were relieved that our one-year-long relationship had finally come to an end. We were still young and could move on to find what we were looking for. In her case; she probably needed a mature guy to start a family with. Someone to marry and divorce a couple of years later.

Me? I wasn’t looking for a woman to boss me around. I just wanted to have hot, crazy sex and make my sexual fantasies come true before I got too old or too attached to someone. Sex with Brit was really nice when we first met, but pretty early on she confessed that she really wasn’t into trying new stuff or even repeating some of the old stuff that I really liked. On the other hand I was, and still am a bit of a freak; besides my already unconventional sexual orientation and fetishes, I always love trying new things.

The first time Brit and I had sex, was on the eve of my eighteenth birthday. A month later I moved in with her. She was my very first sexual partner, and I fell in love with her; or so I thought until she gradually grew cold and distant. By the time I was nineteen, I was pretty sure that she would never give me a blow job or a hand job, and she would definitely never give me a rim job, finger my butthole or peg me with a strap-on dildo.

Yes, I love that kind of stuff. I will explain a bit more soon. Anyway, maybe having regular sex once or twice a week should have been enough for me, but I started to have second thoughts about our romantic and sexual compatibility when she started to complain that I took too long to climax when I was inside her for more than two minutes.

“Are you done yet?” Huh? Really? Is it me? Am I doing it wrong? Too much? Too little? Too me? Those four words make up one demoralizing sentence; a sentence that shatters your confidence and makes you feel incompetent, helpless and impotent. Those words were actually spoken by my beloved girlfriend on more than one occasion.

Brit was five years older than me. She was married and divorced once before she met me. Her mentally abusive ex used to take her for granted and cheated on her with one of her best friends. When I look back, I realize that I was the rebound guy. She was way too damaged, and a bit too young for my taste. Here comes the truth: I like having sex with older women, and older men. I can’t help it.

My sexual attraction, and obsession with MILFs and FILFs probably has something to do with my parents never showing me any love and attention. Even as a kid I had crushes on my male and female teachers in school, which is by the way how I met Brit.

She was my English teacher in my last year of high school. I totally admit that I am screwed up, but Brit was screwed up in a bitter, vengeful way. She probably should have been with someone older and more experienced who would reciprocate her feelings of anger and bitterness. Preferably a mean, uncaring premature ejaculator. Now I’m being mean. Brit was a good woman, but not so good to or for me.

Why was I even with her? Obviously; because she was crazy, and she was hot. She was crazy hot! Crazy hot drama is the best kind of drama. You know what I mean? I know some of you definitely know what I’m talking about.

Close your eyes and picture the hottest Swedish blonde you can imagine. Did you do it? That’s not Brit. Brit is that girl’s much prettier sister.

The night we broke up, I was fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit as I held her tightly and whispered an ad-libbed erotic story into her ear. I did that for her once in a while right before bedtime and she obviously loved it, because she usually creamed all over my fingers, a lot. In most of my stories I would bring in a black dude with a huge dick, and a hot blonde with nice tits to fuck her in a threesome.

Sometimes there were two or more muscled hunks and hot girls doing her in a sweaty orgy. Funny thing is that even in my own made up stories, I always had to sit back and watch her get fucked raw by her imaginary partners. She was so selfish that she wouldn’t even allow me to have sex with characters in a fantasy that I was making up and whispering to her while I masturbated her generously.

“That big, black cock is pumping your pussy really hard,” I whispered to her. With my left arm wrapped around her shoulder, and my left hand tweaking and pinching her left nipple, I pulled her hot body into mine as tightly bayburt escort as possible. With two fingers of my right hand I jabbed her pussy hard and fast while I rubbed her clit with my thumb.

“Oh!” Brit whimpered, writhing on the sofa next to me. “I love that big, fat cock. He’s fucking me so good with his black dick. Make him fuck me harder.”

“Watch out, his friend is about to slap your face with his cock!” I continued, sliding one more finger into her creaming pussy; then I licked her earlobe and whispered, “Now the girls are sucking on your tits and spanking the dude’s butt, making him fuck you even harder.”

“Oh,” she sighed as she thrusted her crotch upward, taking my fingers deeper inside her… and then she came.

After she recovered from her intense orgasm, she confessed to me that she wouldn’t mind having a real black dude and a girl fucking her brains out in front of me. When I told her that it would really turn me on to watch her have sex with a black guy, she got all excited. But when I continued to say that I also really would love to play with that dude’s black dick, and even let him fuck me in the butt, she blew a fuse, called me names, hit me in my face with a black rubber dildo and told me that we were over and done.

In retrospect, I really don’t blame her for reacting the way she did. I probably should have prepared a speech about the birds and the bees and how sometimes a bird wants to do it with a bird instead of a bee. Well, that speech wouldn’t have made any sense, because explaining the mechanics of reproduction and sexual relations using the birds and bees metaphor is way too complicated and it is definitely easier to use human beings to explain the magical world of sex to a child, or to an angry woman armed with a dildo.

“You probably bought this fucking thing for yourself,” she yelled at me angrily after she dildo-slapped me pretty hard one more time.

I stood there startled, watching her beautiful, angry face as it turned red, and then she screamed, “Oh my God! You did buy it for yourself!”

A heavy, rubber dildo really hurts when it’s swung at your face by an angry blonde. She probably would have exploded instantaneously if she knew how many times I had jerked off with that thing inside me when she was out partying with her friends.

“Oh my god, you’re gay!” she scuffed when she finally cooled her head a bit. “I should have seen it. I should have seen the signs. You’re a pretty boy, dress well, keep in shape, watch your figure, obsessively clean everything and love eating pussy!”

“Wait a second,” I chuckled. “Eating pussy makes me gay? I care about you. I love eating your pussy because I know you love it.”

“But you’re too fucking caring!” she said, shaking her head. “You have to make me come every god damn time we have sex, and you’re too good at it. Only a girl, or maybe a sissy looooves to eat pussy the way you do!”

“What about you?” I asked as calmly as I possibly could. “You just said that you wanted to have sex with another girl. Does that make you gay?”

“I have done it with another girl!” she blurted, and before I could react or ask her who she had done it with she added, “I did it with Ellie, right after my divorce and before I met you. You eat pussy so much better than she does!”

Ellie? O’ em effing gee! So…Brit has been fucking her older extremely hot friend who flirts with me every freaking time she sees me?

I didn’t know what to say. My girlfriend had just admitted to having had sex with her very hot best friend. I was shocked, turned on and flattered by her compliment; although I doubt that it was actually meant as one. Then I felt betrayed, and mad at myself for being a rebound, cuckold idiot. I could get mad at her and make a big deal out of her hypocrisy, but at that point I had already realized that nothing I said or did would make a difference; because our unhealthy relationship was definitely over.

“So,” I finally managed to say, clearing my throat. “You are actually bisexual, but you are pissed at me because I think I am bisexual?”

“Girls are different,” she said, pouting her lips and shaking her beautiful head like a spoiled little girl.

“If I am gay,” I said with a grin, “then you must be a lesbian!”

“No!” she insisted.”Girls are different!”

“Different how?”

“They just are,” she insisted. “I mean… you… you like sucking cock? Taking a dude’s dick up your ass?”

“I’ve never done it,” I replied. “But the thought of it really turns me on! I know, and you know that I love having sex with women, but I really want to have sex with a guy at some point. I really want to at least try it once, and sooner than later.”

“You’re just a fucking pretty, sissy… kid,” Brit said, losing her calm again. “My friends, my mom, they all said I was crazy for being with you. They were right.”

Of course they were right. What kind of sane woman would have bartın escort an affair with her eighteen-year-old student and have him move in with her after only one month?

“What does being younger than you have to do with me liking men?” I asked, not expecting a logical explanation. Brit just scuffed and looked away.

“Suit yourself,” I said bitterly. “Go find yourself a straight dude who doesn’t give a fuck about you! Or even better, go fuck Ellie and pretend you’re not having lesbian sex with her!”

“So you confess that you’re gay?” she asked as she slumped down in a chair.

“I’m not gay,” I said, “but I’m not straight either. Or maybe I am both. I want to have sex with men and women, preferably at the same time. That’s what I think about when I’m having vanilla sex with you in the dark.”

“Wow!” she exclaimed with a self-righteous smirk. “Not gonna happen. Not with me. Not in this town. You should move to a gay city or join one of those filthy dating sites to find a girl and a guy to fuck you at the same time.”

That was the best damn advice that anyone had ever given me ever. I didn’t want to move to a gay city. What is a gay city anyway? San Fransisco? Sydney? Sodom? None of those cities are close to Sweden, or even Europe.

But she was somewhat right; in rural Helsingborg there were no gay friendly bars or swinger clubs where I could go and find myself a bisexual date. The other option was to hookup with like-minded people online; which by far was the easiest and more viable option without having to move to another continent or traveling back in time or into the future.

At that moment, when I finally confessed my deepest secret desires to my soon to be ex, and I heard myself say what I really wanted, I realized what I needed to do. Neither my absent father, nor my uncaring mother had ever sat me down to talk to me, or give me any advice. Now my morally superior girlfriend had inadvertently shown me the path to happiness and freedom.

Again; I am not implying that Brit was a bad person, she just wasn’t the right one for me. Luckily she agreed that I wasn’t right for her either and that made our break up much easier on both of us. About an hour after our very final fight, I packed my stuff in a suitcase, kissed and hugged her, and then left.

If you’re bi, poly, metro, pan… or just simply know that you love pussy and cock like me, be true to yourself and don’t worry about what people think and say. If they say you’re a sinner or a freak, remind yourself that you are not alone.

One doesn’t wake up one day and decide to be bi or gay just to spite the great, omniscient creator. Those who think you’re a sinner, or a freak of nature; they really need to pick up a couple of books other than those recommended to them by their local deity. People don’t know what to think of you, because they can’t immediately put you in a category that they are comfortable with.

Right. Next time you read this; you have my blessing to skip over these preachy, thinky parts. Now, where were we?

All right, so I knew that I couldn’t change Brit’s mind. I couldn’t and can’t change anyone’s mind who already doesn’t have an open mind. I just had to be true to myself and try to find some sort of balance and happiness in my life. I was done with Brit’s bullshit. I was done feeling guilty. I still remember the sound the door made when Brit slammed it behind me. It was the sound of hope.

I was finally free.

Chapter 2

I moved out of Brit’s place and found a small flat near the sawmill where I had been working for almost a year. At sixteen, I moved out of my mother’s house and lived independently with some financial help from my grandfather. I worked part for a moving company while I attended high school.

People couldn’t believe that I lived on my own and did physical labour for a living. I never made a big deal out of it either. I looked too soft and too pretty to be lifting logs and chopping wood. I loved the physical aspect of my work. I didn’t have to go to a gym to stay in shape, but I ran a few kilometers every morning and swam a few laps in the local swimming pool every evening.

Although I am not big and tall, I am extremely fit and lean. I eat right and take care of my body the best I can. Brit, and later on most of my sexual partners called me pretty, never handsome, probably because of my compact physique, baby-face, baby blue eyes and very light golden hair, all of which make me look much younger than my actual age. I am soft spoken, well mannered and a little shy; which is even surprising to me, because growing up I had no adult supervision or a positive role model. There were no bedtime stories, family picnics or holiday cheers in our house, only chaos.

My mom and dad constantly fought and were even arrested a few times for causing domestic disturbances. After my father left us, my mother started drinking and partying heavily. ığdır escort Every week she came home with a new boyfriend until she settled for a major douchebag and married him. Then the fighting and chaos started again.

So, yeah. That’s my childhood in a nutshell. I could have turned bad and became a criminal, but instead I found peace in science fiction books and movies and later on porn. I was also good at making and fixing things. By the time I was sixteen I was making good money doing odd jobs for my neighbors. Fixing chairs, lawnmowers, radios, making doll houses, baby cribs; you know, that kind of stuff.

Where were we before I started this rant about my childhood? I almost forgot that his was supposed to be an erotic story about me sucking dick and getting fucked in the ass by a hot couple. Too explicit too soon? Dragging too much and too little? If you stay with me we will get there. You might learn a few things from my first bisexual experience and even have a little fun playing with yourself while you are reading about it.

If you’re still with me, let’s continue.

One day, a beautiful and pleasantly warm summer day, I rushed home from work, excited to check my laptop and read the message that was waiting for me in my inbox. This wasn’t a usual message and due to its possible NSFW nature, I didn’t want to read it at or near my workplace. You see, a few days before that wonderful day, I had joined and created a profile at this adult dating site. Yes, one of the most famous and largest ones. I am by no means trying to advertise for that site, nor telling you to do what I did.

You should make up your own mind and be careful not to get cat-fished or fooled when you join any type of online site, especially an adult hookup site. But here is what I did; a couple of weeks after breaking up with Brit, I joined that particular dating site; the one that rhymes with schmadultschmiendschminder.com.

I snapped a series of nude selfies and chose two of them to use with my profile. Thankfully, besides being strikingly pretty, I am also extremely photogenic. It also helps that I am a decent amateur photographer. First I shaved the little chest and body hair I had, trimmed my pubes and shaved my balls. Then I used an advanced compact camera on a tripod with a flip, rotating screen and remote shutter to take the pictures.

The first photo I uploaded was of me, of course, leaning against a kitchen counter, showing off my six pack abs and an impressive hard on. In the second picture, I was wearing black, lace top stockings and a matching garter belt, but no panties, this time sporting an even more impressive stiffy.

I bought the mentioned outfit from an Australian online store, specializing in designing and selling women’s lingerie for men. I jerked off a few times before and after I took the latter photo. This was the first time I had tried wearing that sort of outfit, and it looked and felt fucking amazing. You may think that wearing women’s lingerie makes a man look effeminate. Maybe you’re right. But they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I don’t agree with that saying all the time, but in some cases it’s right. In my case, I think the stockings and the garter belt accentuate and compliment my lean, smooth physique perfectly.

You should see the way a garter belt sits on my waist and right below my V-cut lower abs, and the way lace top stockings look hugging my muscular thighs. When I saw myself wearing that outfit for the first time, I though that I looked like the perfect mash up of my feminine and masculine sides. I looked mouthwateringly fuckable. If men wearing sexy women’s lingerie is not your cup of tea, then delete the described image from your mind and go get a cup of coffee.

After blurring my face, I uploaded those two photos and completed my profile with my likes, dislikes, interests, favorite sexual activities and so on. Then I paid for one moth premium membership so I would be able to send and receive messages from other members. Then I started browsing for couples seeking men in the area.

To my surprise, there were lots of swingers looking to hook up with single men near the area where I lived, but soon I got tired of all the close up pictures of genitals, and couples specifically looking for big dicks.

Now, I am happy with the size and the shape of my cock. I consider my cock a very good friend; he is always happy, never complains, always cheers me up and has my back. He does get me into trouble from time to time, but that’s just normal for a young, dashing hormonal teenage dick. I was looking for some fun for both me and my cock, so those profiles that looked like genitals looking for genitals, were not particularly appealing to me.

A bit disappointed, I left my laptop on my bed and went to get something to eat. Soon the messages started pouring in. I had to messages from a couple of single men who wanted to suck me, and one who wanted me to tie him up and spank the shit out of him. No thanks, next please.

A so-called couple messaged me, but after two messages it turned out to be a single, hairy dude. Another couple wouldn’t send me a picture of their faces, even after I sent them mine. I started to think that I wasting my time and energy on this whole thing, until I received a message that changed my life forever.

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It took Malati a little less than an hour to get her stuff. Two old suitcases and a small cloth handbag. As we sat on my bed resting, I decided to get something off my head. I looked at my beautiful girlfriend( yes, I thought of her as my girlfriend now ) and said, ” Listen carefully Malati, I think we are very attracted to each other both sexually and emotionally. But we need to agree to some house rules if we are to stay under the same roof. First you will stop calling me sir. Second you will have to cook for me and remember to do the household chores. And finally I have some sexual fantasies that I would like to have fulfilled, most of them at night.”

Malati looked at me and smiled ” Alright babe, what kind of kinky stuff are you into”. I told her that I was into BDSM and loved a little mistress and sub roleplay and that I wanted to worship her dirtiest and most intimate places ( hey! Don’t judge me). We agreed that our safeword was Grapes ( I hated grapes ) and that she would have to stop immediately and check on me.

Then suddenly out of the blue Malati slapped me hard and ordered me to kiss her feet. I knelt in front of her and started kissing her foot from toes, licking them and sucking them like a toddler sucking his popsicle. Her black feet stank and that heightened my arousal. I always knew I was into weird shit but to actually worship feet was something else. I went up to her knees and reached her inner thigh. As I peppered her thighs with pecks and kisses I could smell her sex which was only inches away from my face.

Her worn down white cotton panties were drenched completely and I can smell here arousal from my position. She was this wet for me? An average looking Indian teenager who spends half of his day memorising shit from textbooks and then jacks off his frustration before going to sleep.

As I was thinking all of this, suddenly Malati grabbed me by my shoulders and pushed me to lay down on my single bed. I kept watching as she slowly peeled off her clothing, painfully teasingly and sat right in front of me. There she was, all in her nude glory, chocolate skin glistening with sweat and her big bilecik escort black eyes looking with an unknown ferocity that gave me chills. I was rock hard and my 6 inch boner was threatening to rip out of my boxers, when suddenly she leaned down to give me a kiss. Her tongue probed in my mouth and wrestled with mine, as she slowly sucked the breadth out of me. All the while she was just in her panties.

I slowly traveled down to her nipples and large areolas and licked them, very slowly while subjecting her to the same teasing she had done to me earlier. I cupped her fleshy cheeks and started spanking them slightly, and they started jiggling. I kept groping her fleshy orbs as I suckled on to her brown mammaries while she softly kept moaning my name while gently caressing my head. Then she moved off me and took of her panties.

I could see her sex glistening with her ambrosia, her nectar which I was dying to taste. Perhaps she had the uncanny ability to read mind because the next second she straddled my face while facing my feet. I got lost in the glistening pink folds as she pressed on my face and started to ride me. I grabbed her big black asscheeks and started licking her pussy frantically. She tasted like an old bottle of wine, earthy yet very sweet with a citrus kick to it. As she leaned back a bit, my nose came in contact with her anal ring. It stank of sweat and excrement, yet that smell turned me on even more( I told you I was into weird shit).

As I continued licking her lovehole, Malati started pressing her clit on my chin, trying to get herself off while moaning loudly. She pulled down my boxers and took them off as my erection finally got rid of the agonizing contraption of the underwear’s fabric. She spit on her hand, grabbed my dick and moved forward a little bit. She started rubbing my shaft as her black asshole came into my view. It was pitch black and had hairs around it, possibly the poor woman couldn’t shave it off herself. It was smelly and I took long deep sniffs of it, smelling it and loving it. It felt right! I was worshipping the anus of manisa escort my maid who was almost double my age and well below my social standards. The taboo nature of it turned me on like crazy!!! And I could’nt wait to have a taste.

Again she read my mind, because in the next second I heard her almost yell ” Lick my dirty asshole, bitch” and then put her full weight on my face. I snaked my tongue into her pucker and rimmed its crinkled edges. She tasted earthy and bitter, and full of sweat. As I slowly rubbed my tongue flat right on her hole, she stopped jerking me and used both her hands to pincher her nipples. She ordered me to stroke myself but warned me not to cum by any means.

I probed my tongue inside her sweaty asshole, reveling in its bitter taste as she kept pressing her weight on my head with her big black cheeks. My dream had come true! I finally had a black curvy woman smothering me by sitting on my face all the while I was cleaning her anus. I kept licking in and out of her asshole as Malati kept bouncing on my tongue while pinching her nipples. She later told me that her nipples and her asshole were her main pleasure points, even more sensitive than her clitoral extension. After riding my face for quite a while she felt a shock of electricity rising deep from her bowels up to her chest and then radiating outwards. Her body shook, her asshole clenched on my tongue taking it even deeper into her rectum and then she came without even touching her clitoris. She was a squirter and expelled her ejaculate right on my chin and throat.

She took her time coming down from her high, panting and moaning softly, all the while sitting and smothering me. My nose was filled with the scent of her ass and cum and I almost passed when I felt her asshole clench and pucker and she farted right in my face. It stank of shit and was very pungent, yet I became even more hard and started dripping precum on my stomach. I heard Malati giggling as slowly descended from my face and dragged me to the bathroom.

She sat on the toilet and forced me to sit right between her mersin escort legs. I watched with awe as I noticed a yellow stream of piss came out of her twat, like a waterfall forcing its way out of a mountain straight to the stream below. After she was done she ordered me to clean her pussy with my tongue. I licked her sour urine off her cunt without any hesitation, rather I was reveling in it. After I brought her to a second mini orgasm using my oral skills, she seemed pleased and whispered in my ear “Grapes”. I knew our session had been wrapped up for the night. She then kissed my forehead and told me to wash my face. I was still rock hard and my balls were aching, but I did not complain. She led me to the bedroom and ordered me to lie down on the bed.

As I laid down on the bed, Malati went to my cupboard and took some Vaseline and then back to me rubbing it on my dick. I was so enthralled by thinking that she decided to give me a handjob that I was shocked to see Malati straddling my hips, pointing her pussy at the purple head of my dick, and a second later she sat down on it, enveloping all 6 inches of me in her loving warmth. I almost blacked the fuck out!!!! This felt soooo perfect, as if we were meant for each both physically and mentally. She finally took my virginity, the woman I loved and dreamed off finally took my virginity. She clenched her lower abdominal muscles and started riding me, grounding her hips back and forth. Her boobs were dangling in front of me and I instinctively took one of them in my mouth. She moaned and pressed my face to her chest harder and harder. She kept grinding her hips back and forth rotating them and sitting all the way down to my balls and clenching my shaft with her inner walls.

Both of us were on the edge and with one final thrust we came together, our love and lust mixing together creating something way more intoxicating and beautiful. Both of us laid down, tired yet contented. Malati pressed my head to her chest and I took of her nipples in my mouth instinctually and suckled softly. My dick was still inside her and I had no intention of taking it out. She tenderly stroked my head while breastfeeding me, and I started to feel maternal warmth from this woman. She was no longer just a woman but rather a Goddess. She gently stroked my head for a while then got up and went to make dinner. It had been only 6 hours and my sad and pathetic life had taken a U-turn. I have a woman who loves me and is a goddess in bed.

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This story is a work of fiction that contains small penis humiliation between coworkers. If that does not appeal to you, you may want to skip this story. Part 1 has some backstory context and buildup. The ending of this story and Part 2 will contain the juicy explicit details.

I’ve known Sadie for a few months now. We work alongside each other at the Museum downtown. She is about blonde 5’5 tall, and has a small frame. However, that’s all I can ever tell about her figure as she tends to wear oversized attire..

Sadie nudged me with her elbow as I was printing out entry tickets for a family of 3. “Hey, Jack! Guess what? I have an interview for the new lead attendant position in a few days! I was erm- wondering if you’d be able to come over to my place today to help me review?”

I was a bit surprised she was interested in the position. “Oh! You applied? That’s great!” I thought she enjoyed our current mindless job. “I have no plans today, so yeah, I can help you out”

“Fantastic! I’ll see you at at 6pm tonight, Jack. I really appreciate this!” Sadie said.

Our shift had now ended and we’re both walking out to the parking lot. “Jack, you can just follow me straight home from here if you’d like.”

It wasn’t a very long drive, about 20 minutes. We arrived at her place. “Welcome to my casa!” By the way, my parents are out of town for the weekend. So feel free to relax, Jack.”

This was my first time at her place, but obviously for a good cause. “This is a nice place, Sade” It was a Victorian 2 story house, willow trees in the front yard.

Not at all what I was expecting from Sadie’s family. “Here, I’ll give you the tour!” She grabbed me hand and guided me through the entrance.

“This is our Den, where you Jack, will be helping me with a mock interview. This is our kitchen, so if you feel snacky just let me know and I’ll fetch you something. Um, upstairs is the bedrooms, which is off limits kütahya escort for now. We’ll call that the restricted zone. So yeah, make yourself at home.” Again, Sadie’s family had a lovely home, but it was time for business. I wanted to help her progress at work, then maybe we could get some improvements like a new vending machine or a couch for the break room.

“Well, lets jump right into it, Sadie.” Then we proceeded into the mock interview. I asked her questions we thought would pop up during the actual process.

A solid 30 minutes had past, and we decided to take a break. “How awful of me, I never asked you for a drink, Jack. Let me grab you something.”

I noticed as she walked away that through her kitchen was a sliding glass window that led to their backyard. I thought I saw illuminated lights in an oval shape outside. “Sadie, you have a pool??”

Sadie walked back into the Den and served me a glass of sparkling water. “Oh yeah! I forgot about all the pool. Wanna see it?”

Sadie propped open the back door for me. I walked out first and she followed behind me. I was gazing at the pool in amazement. Then all of a sudden a Splash! “C’mon Jack! The water is fine!” Then I noticed something odd. Sadie didn’t appear to be wearing any clothes. “Take off your clothes, Jack. You wouldnt want them to get soaked.”

I was in a bit of a shock, but fuck it. I was going skinny dipping with Sadie Clark. I quickly took off all my clothes and jumped in. “Wooo! Glad you finally made it in here, Jack.”

Wow, I’ve never seen Sadie’s figure…. Until now. She was definitely hiding this body. I’ve mentioned her small frame, but not her breast. Through the pool water she appeared to have massive breasts.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying the pool, Jack. oh, and I’m glad you’re enjoying the view as well” Oh no, Was it noticeable that i was checking her out and I malatya escort now had an erection? “It’s ok Jack, it’s completely normal. I mean are these turning you on?” She stands up a bit past the water exposing her breast. She’s fondling them, and pushing them up and shaking them around. I couldn’t believe this entire time she was hiding these massive tits.

I couldn’t contain myself; I grabbed my semi stiff dick under the water. “Oh fuck, Sadie. You have- “

Sadie interrupted “…..Huge tits? Yeah, trust me, I am well aware.” My cock was getting harder from what I just saw. She continued to press her breast together, then swam to me. “Here, dont just stand there, grab them.” This was a dream come true. There I was feeling up her massive breast. They had to be at least F or G cups.

“I’d love to get a better look what you’re packing too, Jack.” She grabbed my dick. It was now rock hard. This was completely unexpected. I couldnt believe what was happening. “Hmm, nice cock.” Nice cock? that’s it?

“How about we dry off and have some fun in the restricted zone?” Sadie asked as she was stroking me off under the water.

I was in a trance by Sadie, but of course Im going to agree with her, who wouldnt?

“Lead the way, Sade.”

We stepped out of the pool, and dried off with nearby towels. Sadie grabbed my cock again and pulled me as if I was a dog on a leash. “Ok, let’s go!” she commanded as she guided me back into the house, up the stairs and now into her room.

“Lay on your back, Jack”. She rummaged through her night stand and took out some lotion “Close your eyes, Jack.” She started to slowly stroke my cock. “You know Jack, I wasn’t expecting this.”

I was caught off guard. Did she mean how this entire night was playing out? “Yeah, I never thought in a million years I’d be in Sadie Clark’s room naked, getting stroked off.” I responded.

She batman escort chuckled “No, that’s not what I was talking about, Jack. I meant your cock.”

My dick? I’m even more surprised. “Oh, what about it?” She then wrapped both her hands around my cock. Her right hand placed at the base, and her left hand on top. Both her hands more than covered my cock.

“Well, it’s not THAT small or anything, but I have seen bigger. Here, let me compare it to my dildo.” Sadie checked her night stand again, and took out what looked like a thick dildo. She placed it right next to my cock. “This is my 5.5 inch modest pink friend, so let’s see…. Yeah, you are a bit shorter, and not nearly as girthy, but that’s ok, I appreciate all shapes and sizes.”

She was right, her dildo was much THICKER and just a tad bit longer. Though, it looked surprisingly like a replica of someone’s cock. It had a bulbous head, veiny and slightly curved. Maybe it’s a replica of pornstar she admires.

Sadie continued “If I had to guess you are at least 5 inches in length. Which is fine. I have seen all sorts of sizes. I have seen bigger cocks, but also smaller than yours, so no need to feel embarrassed”

I was surprised yet aroused by this. I was surprised I was only about 5 inches. However, it made me feel better knowing she has seen smaller ones too. She mentioned she has seen bigger? Curiousity was getting the best of me. “Oh…you have….seen cocks bigger than your pink friend?” hesitantly asking Sadie.

She placed her dildo back. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” The thing is, I very much would like to know. I’ve never been compared before. I have never known how I properly measured up. Its something I never thought about…. until now.

This was uncharted territory for me. “I kinda would like to know now, Sade. It cant really get much bigger than that dildo. Im just curious. What’s the biggest you’ve seen?” I asked her with more confidence.

Sadie had been stroking my cock now for at least half a hour “Well, I am surprised you’re lasting this long. Maybe you’d like to be Edged and I’ll tell you what….. if you don’t manage to cum in the next 5 minutes then I’ll tell you the proper dicks I’ve seen” Challenge accepted.

….. to be continued in Part 2

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Chapter 2: Dessert Dispute

Sally stood behind her table at the village fete. The festivities had barely begun, but the sun was already high in the sky and shining brightly. Sally took heart in the fact that she has been right to ignore the weather forecast. Despite nearly a week of rain previously, the weather was now warm and cloudless. On a hunch, Sally had disregarded the prediction of a seventh day of rain and dressed for warm weather. Her dress was bright red, sleeveless and very short, barely reaching mid-thigh. It was a bit tight, hugging her belly, but it showcased her body well, especially her breasts, which threatened to spill out over the top.

She straightened the rows of pies on the table, then the cakes. Then the strawberries and cream. Then the pastries and their bowls and pitchers of dipping sauces. She has really gone all out this fete, and she hoped the other women of the village appreciated it. She saw a few approaching, and suddenly felt nervous. Scanning her surroundings, she saw that her daughter was in her place at the Shephardess Display, but there was no sign of her nephew. Maybe she shouldn’t have let him sleep in. But he had looked so peaceful. Still, the presence of someone familiar would be comforting, especially if–

“Hello, Sally,” said a voice that, despite the cordial words, carried an edge of menace. It was Celia, one of the fete planners. She was built similarly to Sally, with curvy hips, breasts and a belly, but she stood several inches taller and had a head of hair a shade of red that competed with Sally’s dress. Overall, her appearance was intimidating. The intimidation was only increased by the presence of Samantha, her lackey, beside her. Samantha had curly dark hair and was the fittest of the women.

“Celia, Sam,” Sally replied meekly. Celia had a glint in her eye, and she wasn’t sure what she was up to.

“Showing a lot of skin today,” Celia went on. “You know, this is the village fete and not a night on the town. You should dress more appropriately.” Celia was wearing a floral print dress with short sleeves and a hem that came to her knees.

“Yeah, more appropriately,” chimed in Samantha. She was wearing a long-sleeved burgundy top and jeans.

“It was a warm day,” Sally responded. “I thought something light–“

“Bullshit. You’ve been wearing skimpy clothes ever since your husband left you. Showing off your body to all our husbands. The women of the village are fed up with your behavior. Just because you can’t keep a man, doesn’t entitle you to one of ours.”

“I don’t that’s fair. It’s not–I’m–” Sally began to stutter, equal parts embarrassed and angry. “Even if–you can’t blame–I wouldn’t–“

“You’re right,” said Celia. “We’re all adults, and it shouldn’t matter. I’m just concerned about your daughter.”

“You are?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t want Tabitha to become a washed-up slut like you.”

Sally could bear personal insults, but bringing her daughter into things was going too far. Before she could even think twice, she grabbed the nearest thing and threw it at Celia’s head.

The nearest üsküdar escort thing happened to be a cream pie, and, despite her flustered state, Sally’s aim was perfect. The pie collided with Celia’s face, leaving it a blank mask of white. For a moment, all three women stood in shocked, silent disbelief at what had happened. Finally, Celia scooped the cream from her eyes, narrowed them at Sally and spoke.

“You. Bitch.” she hissed. “How dare you?”

“Yeah, how dare you, bitch?” Samantha echoed. “How dare you?”

“Oh, you shut up too,” said Sally, suddenly free to speak her mind. She picked up another pie and threw it at Samantha. This time, her aim was off, and the pie collided with her chest, splattering cream all over her top. Undeterred, Sally grabbed another pie and tried again. This time it was a fruit pie, and it hit bullseye. Samantha’s face was plastered with crust and strawberry filling.

Sally surveyed the two messy women in front of her, exhilarated and pleased with her work. Celia and Samantha looked at each other. “We can’t let her get away with this,” said Celia. They charged Sally. Sally, seeing them coming, grabbed two more pies, but her attackers came at her too fast. Instead of hitting their faces, as she intended, the pies mashed into their bodies. A chocolate pie hit Celia’s dress around the boob area, soaking into the flowery fabric, while a lemon meringue pie hit the crotch area of Samantha’s jeans. The pies did nothing to halt their momentum, and the two women were almost instantly at Sally’s side, restraining her by the arms. Sally struggled to break free, but it was no use.

“This was a new dress,” said Celia. “You’re going to pay for what you did.”

“Yeah, pay for it,” said Samantha. “And pay for my top. It was only three months old. And, uh, my designer jeans too, if this doesn’t come out in the wash. You’ll pay for it all! Where’s your pocketbook?”

“Oh, she’s not paying for it with money,” said Celia, and cocked her head towards the dessert table in front of them. Catching on, Samantha smiled wickedly, and they began to frogmarch Sally forwards. It was a bit awkward for Samantha, because she felt sticky between the legs, but she was too excited by the thought of revenge to mind.

The two women acted as one, their understanding so clear that no words were needed. Their destination was a large sheet cake. They smushed Sally’s face into it, revealing the yellow cake beneath the pink frosting. They made good use of the cake’s wide area, repeatedly lifting up Sally’s head and bringing it down into new parts of the cake until it was reduced to a pile of crumb and frosting. Not letting anything go to waste, Celia and Samantha grabbed handfuls of the cake remnants and rubbed them into Sally’s hair.

But using their hands to smear cake weakened their grip and Sally took advantage of the opportunity to break free. She lashed out blindly. First, she grappled with Celia, pinning her on the table. A jar of sauce tipped over next to them and poured itself out onto the table, making a river gaziemir escort that flowed down the back of Celia’s dress. Celia shivered as the cold liquid made its way down her back, through the ass of her panties, and even to the backs of her legs. Had it been the raspberry sauce? Celia became more enraged, thinking of the liquid soaking through her clothes, her dress being even more ruined and her blue silk panties turning purple in the back.

Sally’s hands grabbed the first two things she could find: two cupcakes, which she mashed into the front of Celia’s dress. Two more cupcakes went down her cleavage, and then, feeling very wicked, Sally reached down into Celia’s dress, pulled up her bra cups and shoved in another pair of cupcakes. Regretting only that she had baked a mere half-dozen of those cupcakes, Sally pinned Celia down with her knee, grabbed a pitcher of sauce from further up the table and poured it over her. This pitcher had chocolate sauce, and Sally delighted in turning Celia’s red hair brown. Celia’s face was next and Sally had just stared on her dress when Samantha came up behind Sally and pulled her off Celia and away from the table. Sally had nothing to fight with, so she retaliated with her bare hands. In a swift motion, she pulled Samantha’s jeans to her ankles and pushed her back, causing her to fall onto the table. The front of Samantha’s white cotton panties had been stained yellow where some of the meringue had soaked through. Samantha staggered backwards, finally stumbling over the table and sitting in a chocolate cake.

Celia and Samantha struggled to face Sally while she gloated over handiwork. The stains of Samantha’s panties made it seem like she had pissed and shit herself, while Celia was forced to pull out her dress in front to let the fragments of cupcake out. They were collecting in a pile at her feet, inside a puddle of chocolate sauce, and Celia’s damp, sticky dress was beginning to cling to her body. Sally started to smirk when a voice broke her reverie:

“Hey, what’s going on over there?”

People had begun to arrive for the fete, and a crowd had gathered around the dessert tables.

“Sally attacked us!” shouted Celia.

“Yeah, she attacked us!” Samantha echoed, turning toward the crowd. “Look what she di–“

As Samantha tried to walk forward, she tripped over her jeans, which were still around her ankles, and fell face-first into an apple pie on the table. Her landing also tipped over a bowl full of scoops of vanilla ice cream, which fell out and piled over her head, the white contrasting with her dark hair. Samantha stood up, and some ice cream fell, landing in her pants. Oblivious, Samantha pulled up her pants, and then cried out in shock at the feeling of the cold ice cream being pressed into her nether regions. Frustrated, she shook off her jeans and threw them aside entirely, which left her stood dressed only in her top and stained panties, which were now dripping a thick white liquid from the crotch.

“Sally should pay for what she did!” Celia rallied sancaktepe escort the crowd. There was a roar of assent, and a mob of women rushed towards Sally.

“Whore!” “Tramp!” “Slut!” “Troublemaker!” “Bitch!” Sally was not popular among the women of the village, and they took the opportunity to act out their resentment. Sally tried to escape, but it was too late and several women held her limbs, too many to overpower. They carried Sally over to one of the dessert tables and slid her over it lengthwise. Sally crashed through the desserts more quickly than she could identify individual items. To her, it was like sliding through a storm of creams, sauces, pies and cakes.

Sally was covered from head to toe in mess now, but it wasn’t enough for the crowd. She was bent over another table, and women began taking turns tormenting her. The first few in line satisfied themselves with a pie in the face, or over the head, being sure to rub the mess into her hair. Then Celia came up to her and simultaneously pulled down both the top of her dress and bra, exposing her bare breasts which were still clean.

“This is revenge for what you did to my dress!” she declared, and slammed a pie into each dangling breast. Celia moaned with embarrassment as the cherry pies splattered their filling all over her boobs. Meanwhile, Samantha approached her from behind. Lifting up Sally’s dress, she revealed black panties, which she immediately smacked with a cream pie. After taking a moment to enjoy the contrast between the white cream and black fabric, Samantha ran off and returned with a pitcher of chocolate sauce. Pulling out the waistband of Sally’s panties, Samantha emptied the pitcher. She smiled as the thick liquid filled up the back of the panties, and then chuckled as it began to leak out and flow down Sally’s legs.

The crowd got rougher with Sally, slamming two and three pies into her at a time. Sally struggled, but it was no use. She was far outnumbered, and there was no escape. “Let’s strip the bitch!” someone shouted, and Sally felt hands clutching her dress from all angles. Writhing futilely, she heard a ripping sound as her dress was torn to pieces. She was flipped onto her back, legs kicking until the were grabbed and held still while someone slipped of her panties. Sally managed to sit up in time to see the sodden garment be flung into the distance and glance her exposed pubic region. Her modesty–what was left of it–was saved by a pie thrown directly at her pussy, the cream covering her pubic region and splattering up her body to her face. Involuntary, Sally moaned. In spite of everything, the cream of the pie felt good flowing along her labia and even being pushed into her vagina. For a moment, it was like being pleasured by a soft, gentle tongue. But then the moment passed. More pies came, concentrating on her crotch, tits and face. Sauces were poured over her, and Sally, her vision blocked, identified them only by taste: caramel, lemon, vanilla. She felt that her hair was sticky and matted to her body. She must look an absolute mess, she realized. Someone forced an eclair into Sally’s mouth. Then she squirmed as another eclair was inserted into her vagina, and after that another wedged between her asscheeks. But it was no use. The crowd was going to have its way with her. The deluge of desserts continued, seemingly without end. Sally stopped fighting and just lay there, resigned to her fate of being naked, messy and humiliated.

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It was like a dream come true.

And the dream continued. Just five months later, he and Caroline Bond were married, and (he hoped) would live happily ever after.

Looking back on it, Richard realized it was a dream. The way they met, getting married, the perfect life he imagined he and Caroline having forever was indeed a dream.

It was a dream because you had to be asleep to believe it.

* * * * * * * * * *

They had been married almost seven months. It was almost a year to the day since Caroline Bond had entered his life and changed everything he thought, everything he desired, everything he knew.

It was a hot Saturday morning in June. He was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. The view out the windows was a beautiful vista of the swimming pool and the beach beyond. He ignored it.

A newspaper was open in front of him. He was staring at the pages but not reading any of it. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Caroline, a restless sleep, the familiar discomfort coming from his groin.

He heard the deck door slide open. In she walked, having just come back from a run. She wore a sports bra which did little to hide her ample cleavage, and the tightest pair of gym shorts that he had ever seen, that barely covered her round ass cheeks. Her blonde hair was tied tightly back, and she was covered in a sheen of sweat from her workout.

She didn’t even look his way as she entered. She walked to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. She took a few deep swallows from the bottle, catching her breath. Richard just stared at her adoringly.

Finally, she turned towards him. She came over to the kitchen table and sat in the chair next to him. She faced him, spread her legs slightly, and put her sneaker-covered feet in his lap.

“I had a wonderful workout, Richie,” she said to him. “Help me cool down, would you? I know it’s your favorite thing.”

He knew what she wanted, and it wasn’t his favorite thing, but he would not–could not–refuse her. Wordlessly, he started to untie her sneakers. He slid them off her feet and placed them to the side of the chair. He then removed her damp socks and placed them on top of the shoes.

He then took her left foot, still damp with perspiration, and slowly started to lick the sweat off, from the heel up towards her toes. He closed his eyes as he inhaled her scent, a musky, dirty odor that he craved. He didn’t stop licking until he had liberally covered the entire underside of her foot. Then he moved onto each of her toes, sucking them, licking between each toe. The dull ache in his crotch intensified. He squirmed in his seat.

He then proceeded to lick the top of her foot in the same fashion. Once her left foot was clean, he repeated the procedure, slowly, on her right foot. When he was done, he looked up at her, staring first at her chest, and then her eyes. She nodded at him, and he was immediately between her breasts, licking up every bead of sweat he could bahçelievler escort reach. She reached around the back of his head, holding him in there, almost suffocating him.

Finally, she released him, and then raised her arm, and he knew what was expected of him last. With only a short hesitation, he buried himself in it, worshipping the sweaty smell of her armpit. He was ravenous with his tongue, and she sighed contentedly.

Once he had finished licking the sweat from her pits, he sat back in his chair, red-faced and sweating. He looked and felt like he had just run a marathon himself.

“That’s my good little hubby,” she said, and she reached forward and quickly rubbed his dick, feeling the metal cage that now encased it.

She giggled at his anguished face, got up and walked out of the room, not even sparing a glance back at him.

A minute later, he heard the shower turn on. Caroline started to sing to herself.

* * * * * * * * * *

One year earlier…

Caroline didn’t stay at his house that first night. After he had pleasured her orally to two loud orgasms, she had recovered, gotten up and promptly asked him to call her a cab. Richard did so, thinking that this would end up just being a one-night stand (albeit a BIZARRE one-night stand) and that would be the end of it.

But before she left, she said to him, “I’d really like to see you again. Here is my number. How about you take me to dinner Friday night?” Smiling, he agreed. She smiled back at him sweetly, kissed him softly but shortly on the lips, and was out the door, like a ghost.

He watched the taxi pull away in the darkness, and shut the door. What the hell just happened? And who was that woman? In his haze, he only had two coherent thoughts–first, he HAD to see that woman again.

Second, he was once again rock hard and needed to take care of it right fucking now.

* * * * * * * * * *

A first dinner date led to a second, and then a third. In contrast to their first encounter, these dates were a completely different experience for Richard, who had that sexual encounter with a woman that he knew almost nothing about, aside from her name.

But the Caroline Bond he talked to during those first few weeks was a positively delightful and charming person. She was outgoing and easy to talk to, and of course beautiful, and Richard got to learn a little bit about her history.

She was 38 years old (she offered this information–he wouldn’t dare ask), and had just gone through a divorce of her own about a year earlier. She had left her second husband after fifteen years of marriage, but she didn’t get into the details of why. She said he was a very successful artist in L.A., and they lived very well in a studio he had in Echo Park.

Her first marriage had been to Michael, her high school sweetheart. Late in her teens she got pregnant, and they had a daughter together, named bağcılar escort Hailey. She said Michael was the love of her life, and she was clearly very emotional when talking about him.

Two days before Hailey’s third birthday, Michael was killed in a multi-car accident on the Pacific Coast Highway. His truck caught fire, and by the time the paramedics arrived, he was already dead.

So Caroline was left with a three-year old daughter, no job and no prospects. She hadn’t gone to college, and didn’t have any idea of what to do with her life.

So when she met Marco, the artist, who was successful and handsome and who very much loved her, she agreed to marry him, even though she wasn’t in love with him the same way. She needed stability, and a way to provide for Hailey.

But now that marriage was over–again with no real explanation given to Richard as to why–and Hailey was now a young woman, 19 years old and attending UC-Santa Barbara. While they lived very well with Marco, Caroline confessed that she wasn’t the strictest parent, and Marco wasn’t particularly interested in being a father figure for Hailey. His passions were mostly his art, and Caroline. As a result, she described Hailey as a “brat” more than once in their conversations, but she said things were easier since she went off to college.

She showed Richard pictures of her daughter–she was also very beautiful, another blonde, and you could easily think Hailey and Caroline were sisters.

The other interesting aspect of these dates that Richard and Caroline went on, was that Caroline did not offer anything with regards to flirtation or sexual advances. As good a time as they had during dinner, every one ended with a chaste kiss on the cheek. Their first sexual encounter at Richard’s house was never brought up in conversation by Caroline, and Richard was too embarrassed to mention it, or to ask for anything like it. It was if it had never happened.

But what Richard experienced during those first months with Caroline was definitely love, and he was starting to think that she felt the same way.

* * * * * * * * * *

Two months in, Richard surprised Caroline with tickets to the opera. He was normally not a particularly cultured guy, but he thought it would be a romantic evening for the two of them, or at least signal to her his intentions a bit clearer.

Richard always thought he cleaned up pretty nice in the formal setting, and when he went to pick up Caroline, she was stunning as always, in a black form-fitting cocktail dress and beautiful jewelry. They went to a four-star restaurant for dinner, and then to the show. They were doing “Aida” and it was a stirring performance.

Sitting next to each other in the box, Richard would reach out to hold Caroline’s hand, which she allowed, but offered nothing else.

When the show was over, he drove her back to her place. She had a beautiful three-bedroom ümraniye escort townhome, thanks in large part to the settlement with Marco. She told Richard that she had a lovely time, and to call her tomorrow, and she reached in to kiss him goodbye on the cheek.

Richard stopped her. With a bit of frustration in his voice, he said, “Listen, Caroline. I have been having a wonderful time with you these past two months.”

She sat back. “As have I, Richard.”

“But… I was wondering if I was doing something wrong. After we first met, and did… well, you know–“

Her face grew more serious. “I remember what we did, Richard.”

Screwing up his courage, he continued. “Well… I was just wondering whether we could maybe… be more intimate like that again?”

Caroline sat back and sighed. “I thought you might ask something like that. Richard, I have enjoyed these past two months greatly. You have been a perfect gentleman and I really love your company. But what you are asking for, I don’t take lightly. I want to be sure that I have an emotional connection before getting into that kind of relationship.” She collected her thoughts and continued, “I have some particularly… unique needs when it comes to a sexual relationship, and I need to know that you could support them.

Richard looked at her dejectedly. “And you don’t think that I can. I get it, it’s okay–“

She stopped him. “I didn’t say that, did I?” she said sternly. “Frankly I find this whole sad sack, low self-esteem thing you have to be tiresome.”

He looked at his hands in his lap. “Sorry.”

“I just have one question for you,” she said, and the look in her eye was eerily reminiscent of that first night when she approached him at the party, laser-focused on his every reaction. He could not turn his eyes away.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“When you ask for a more intimate relationship, who are you asking this for? For what you get out of it? Or what I would get?”

He furrowed his brow. “I’m not sure I understand.”

“I think you do”, she continued. “Lots of men, when it comes to sex, are just focused on their needs and their pleasure, and the woman is almost an afterthought. Even if it doesn’t start that way, inevitably they lose focus of what makes the relationship tick. If we were to go down this road, I would expect you to put my needs and feelings first, without question. Would you be able to do that, Richard?” she asked.

In a confident voice, Richard said, “I think you are the most beautiful, amazing woman that I have ever met. I would absolutely give everything I have to have the opportunity to give you the pleasure you deserve.”

Her lips curled into a little smile. “Even if it was at the expense of your own pleasure, Richard? What I am asking may very well be too much for you to handle.” When she said this, she laid her hand on his thigh, very close to his now-growing erection.

“But if you DO trust me, Richard, I can almost guarantee that I can surface desires in you that you never knew you had, and that make that first night on your couch seem like child’s play. I know you, Richie, better than you know yourself.”

His breathing sped up. Hoarsely, he said, “I trust you, Caroline.”

She stared him down for several seconds, before smiling again. “Good boy. Now get in the house.”

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As far as real life goes, my girlfriend and I have started fooling around with a pair of silicone pregnant bellies. So, yeah, that’s going more and more awesomely. Anyway, enough with reality…

Oh, also, I don’t think putting dates on these dreams is doing anyone any favors. Just going with titles from here on out!

Maternity Ward Hero

Sufficiently practiced in lucid dreaming at this point, for the time being I’ll be attempting to realize some of the wildest, most over-the-top fantasies I can think up. Really going all-out and/or all-in (whichever phrase you please, I suppose). These are going to get fantastically ridiculous, and I am pumped, especially given last night’s early success in this particular endeavor.

I opened the door to a hospital’s maternity ward and the doctor ran over to me at once. She was out of breath, sweating, and generally desperate-looking. “Thank God you’re here,” she began, gripping my upper arm. “All of our beds are filled with women in labor who just will not dilate. We need your giant cock, Stephen, and we need it now. These women need to be spread wide open so we can get these babies out and get turn over the beds. We might need you for a while, Chief. Now get to work.”

I love being called “Chief”! Also, I do know, on a more conscious level, that “dilation” in the context of labor is actually about the cervix, not the vaginal opening. Nonetheless, this dream required a misunderstanding of the term in order for me to think my huge dick could help these mid-labor ladies reach their deliveries. I didn’t mind one bit feeling a bit foolish in this regard, especially in the face of all the fucking I was about to do.

All the ladies requiring my assistance were already in the delivery position, legs elevated with feet planted firmly in their beds’ stirrups. And all completely nude, in a not particularly realistic but (for me) particularly awesome detail. Each and every one primed for the fucking, in other words. Considering the roughly circular positioning of the ward’s delivery rooms, I started the fucking around the 7 o’clock position and worked my way clockwise. 6 o’clock being the door through which I’d entered, there were 11 rooms (7-5 o’clock) to work my way through.

My cock was, as the doctor had mentioned, quite giant. Twice as big around as in reality, and sporting a solid 4 extra inches of length. Fantastic, and more than up to the pussy-spreading challenge before me. Lots of work to be done, I got started with the occupant of room
(they were helpfully labelled to correspond to the analogous clock positions). The first preggo in line has contractions every minute or so, providing amazing bump tightness for my gripping hands and pussy tightness for my ensconced monster-dick. This was the story with all of my conquests in the ward, and it was a fantastic, refractory period-free orgy of moan-filled (both pain and pleasure!) sex. One after the other, I made childbirth possible for expectant mother after expectant mother. The phenomenal fucking was more than thanks enough for my service.

After the 11th, I thought I was finished. The doctor ran up to me again, even sweatier this time. She smiled in gratitude, but let me know that my work was far from over: “Well, the first one you stretched out for us has given birth, but now there’s another woman in that bed that needs to be serviced herself. We may need you to take another spin ’round the ward!”

The 12th dream orgasm resulted in a waking orgasm, unfortunately. I wish I could’ve fucked my way around that clock for many more hours…

The Bachelor Party

I was to be married in a week, so I was being thrown a modest bachelor party. It’d just be myself and my three closest friends, I’d been led to believe. When I entered my old college roommate Mark’s apartment, it was indeed just the four of us and a few cases of beer. After downing a few, Mark sat me down for some straight talk:

“All right, Stephen, we’ve never wanted to broach this topic before, but…we know about what you’re into. Like, considering what might be tonight’s bachelor party-style entertainment…Pregnancy. There, I said it, it’s out in the open. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I kinda checked out your browser history when we lived together sophomore year. So, yeah, I saw all the pregnant porn on there. Aaaaannndddd I watched a bunch of it. And I loved it. Then I told a few folks [he nodded towards our other two friends in the room] when I was particularly drunk one night, and they checked it out, too. We all love it, Stephen. We’re indebted to you for the introduction, however indirect and shady we may have been in acquiring it.”

My emotions were a damned rollercoaster, racing from abject humiliation to red-faced embarrassment to genuine confusion to skeptical hopefulness to, eventually, giddy acceptance göztepe escort of the situation. Holy shit. My secret was out, as I’d feared might happen for so many years. But it was okay! More than okay, really: it seemed it was bringing my close friends even closer to me, sharing something so private with each other. To be honest, the overwhelming sense of understanding and community with my buddies had me damn near crying. Things only got better when Mark went and opened the front door, letting in four hot, heavily pregnant women in lingerie. An impressive sight, and an even more impressive feat to have gathered such a pregnant crew. Blessedly, it was expectant stripper time.

In short order, all four of us preggo lovers had a preggo hottie grinding on our laps. One girl liked to keep her back arched at all times, 6 months’ bump impressively appearing about 11 months along as she pushed it out. One was just BBW and far along enough to have her bump wholly obscure her unclothed crotch in a sultrily magnetic display. One had a tiny pair of tits, undoubtedly untouched by her pregnancy, a mammoth belly protruding at least 18 inches further than the tips of her darkened nipples.

The one I chose for myself had substantial breasts that sagged with milk, huge dark brown saucers for nipples that slowly but steadily dripped translucent milk. I mostly chose her for her divine bump, though: alabaster with nary a blemish and perfectly symmetrical, smooth curves. Once we retired to Mark’s bedroom, it was positively gorgeous as I viewed the bump past my cock as she jerked me off onto the her perfect belly, obligingly rubbing my cum into her skin at this guest-of-honor’s request.

I slept through my wet dream, actual cum already half dry between my own belly and boxers when I awoke. A fantasy that was certainly never to be, but a man can at the very least dream for such community and sexy excess, right?

The Farm

It was the 1930s or ’40s, I’d guess. Based on my observations, I was running a carrot farm; or, my uneducated conception of what a carrot farm might be like. You know when they’d send (or, probably still send…) unmarried young pregnant women away for the durations of their gestations, so as not to stain their families’ honor with their shameful expanding abdomens? This was the type of place at which they ended up spending their pregnancies. I was gloriously surrounded by preggos doing light agricultural work.

I roamed the grounds of the farm, taking in the sights. A woman in overalls (snugly buttoned over her substantial bump) took a break from hoeing to stand up straight, arching her back and rubbing her protruding belly. Kneeling and bent over to pick carrots from the soil, one woman’s loose linen top rested on the ground and provided an ample view of the bottom of her bump, which weightily rested on the ground through the shirt. A pregnant lady in a tractor had her seat positioned as far back as it could go to allow room for her belly behind the steering wheel. As she scooped out feed to livestock, a woman’s belly was gently nuzzled by a cutely curious horse.

Inside the farmhouse, a massively pregnant lady in a tight gingham apron stirred a huge pot of stew (a scene of domesticity basically cut-and-pasted from my fantasies). On the couch nearby an exhausted lady rested on her back with her legs elevated over a pillow and a cold compress draped on her forehead. Her bare belly was taking in the cool open air, popped navel visible to any interested party (i.e. yours truly).

So many wonders to behold. Not an ideal historical time to be a pregnant woman in such a situation, but possibly one of the best historical jobs I possibly could’ve had. Only in dreams…

The Coma

“Oh my God, you’re awake! I…I can’t believe it…They weren’t sure you’d ever even wake up! You’ve been in a coma for months, Stephen…as you may be able to tell from looking at me…”

She rubbed her conspicuously huge midsection. We’d been trying to conceive for over a year, last time I was aware of anything. I tried to express my amazement at her condition, but found my voice wouldn’t cooperate. I couldn’t move my arms or legs, either…or anything else I tried to move, for that matter. I could vaguely remember starting to get sick, but I certainly didn’t remember getting coma-level sick. Apparently, I’d impregnated my wife just before falling into the coma, which, by the look of her, was about 8 months ago.

“Oh, you can’t talk, you poor thing! Yes, we got pregnant; I can see the excitement in your eyes, honey! It’s so sweet. I’m so, so happy you’re up before the baby is born. Just a few weeks left now, and I’ve been waiting for you…desperately. I hate that this came to mind so quickly, but I’ve been absolutely dying for something only you çorlu escort can give me…”

She approached my bed, hand going directly to my crotch. I felt myself go rock-hard immediately, the first bodily movement I’d been able to detect in myself beyond my eye movements. Before she even went to get a nurse or doctor to let them know I was awake, my wife had my bedsheets down, hospital gown up, cock exposed and sticking straight up. She truly was desperate for it, and ready for business: she pulled her maternity maxi dress off in one smooth motion, revealing a complete lack of underwear underneath.

She mounted me, already-dropped bump resting heavily (and oh-so-hotly) on the lower half of my abdomen. Her milk-swollen, dark-nippled breasts rested on her huge belly, bouncing up and down dramatically more than her impressively firm and stable bump as she started riding me. It felt ridiculously good, even better than I’d always fantasized fucking my pregnant wife would be. She only rode me for about 90 seconds before I shot right into her, cum leaking out of her and back down my glistening shaft. None of this slowed her for a moment, though, and didn’t lessen the hardness of my cock a bit (dreams rule!). We kept going, both of us getting off three times before we finally stopped with my awakening.

I don’t actually want to be in a coma or anything, but what a fucking scenario! Best way I could possible conceive to learn of your wife’s pregnancy and resultant horniness.

The Babysitter

The new babysitter knocked on the door, and I opened up right away. She was heavily pregnant. I (myself, of my usual male gender) was heavily pregnant. My wife was heavily pregnant. We barely had to exchange a word between the three of us before we came to the conclusion that our dinner-date plans could wait, and that the kids upstairs were heavy enough sleepers to snooze right through a preggo threesome. It was go time before I could even process what kind of glorious mess was to come.

All three of us were naked in the master bedroom and the sexual geometries of our three gravid bodies were clearly going to present some difficulties. We managed to figure a few things out, though. The babysitter knelt in front of me to begin a killer blowjob (while massaging my hairy bump, delightfully) and my wife positioned herself under the babysitter to eat her out while rubbing her own clit. Orgasms and oral acts abounded, every conceivable combination for 69ing getting its time to shine. Our bumps made it difficult to reach each other’s genitals as they smooshed into each other, but we loved the pressure and bump play, getting all the wetter and harder for it.

Both of the ladies lay on the bed with their legs spread-eagle dangling off the side. All I had to do was lift my own bump while they lifted theirs, and the few extra dream-inches on my dick made penetration no problem at all. I moved between the two pussies vigorously, thrusting to my heart’s content, apparently able in this particular dream to withhold orgasm until I was good and ready to cum on my own terms. Finally, after a good 15 minutes of fucking them (which followed the 30 or so of oral), I was ready to shoot my load. I positioned myself over the babysitter’s bump and began cumming, quickly coating her belly with as much of my load as it would take. I re-aimed, over my wife this time, and did the same to her. I seemed to have as much semen to shoot as I wanted in this dream, much to my delight.

Once I’d finished with the wife, I laid myself down next to them and continued to shoot with my cock pointed up towards my own sizable bump, coating myself fully before I finally stopped cumming. All three of us laid next to each other, rubbing my cum into our bellies until we shared an opalescent white sheen covering every inch of every bump in the room.

I awoke with cum in my shorts and happiness on my face.

The Club

I arrived at a meeting of a rather mysterious “club” a friend of mine had invited me to. She was about 8 months pregnant, as were the other three of our mutual friends that made up their little secret society. I’d known they were all pregnant (and roughly on the same gestational timeline), but the existence of these weekly meet-ups of theirs had been a secret to me, the rest of our friends…and their four husbands. My friend who’d invited me sat me down when I arrived to explain what was going on:

“All right, Stephen. We all talked it over, and you’re the most trustworthy and safest guy we could come up with for a job we need done. This club exists because none of our husbands have any sexual interest in us while we’re pregnant, but, as hormonal pregnant ladies we have…needs. So, we help each other out. A few weeks from having all these babies, though, we’re too damn cumbersome ümraniye escort with these gigantic bumps getting in the way of pretty much all types of genital access we can come up with. What we need from you is,

, discretion, and

, to hold our bellies out of the way while we do things to each other. You can ask of us what you will in return, but we kind of figured it would be fun for you to witness all this lesbian action, even if we’re a bunch of huge preggos at the moment. What do you think, Stephen?”

They had no clue I was an avid pregnancy fetishist, of course, otherwise there’s no way in hell they’d have chosen me for this tantalizing offer. This would be an honor, a thrill, and far more than enough payment just to be allowed to witness the goings on I’d help facilitate. I could not believe my luck, and struggled to keep my excitement and arousal to myself as I agreed to the deal.

Once we knew what we were all getting into, my friends all disrobed completely in front of me. At one time or another, I’d imagined all of these women naked, pregnant or not. All massively pregnant at the moment, the sight of all of them was incredibly exciting, overwhelming even. I asked if they minded if I went to the bathroom before the festivities began, quickly jerked off when out of their sight, and returned with what I hoped would be an increased ability to avoid erection. That ability only lasted me three or four minutes, but it was at least time to begin the dalliance in earnest.

I’d sit or stand relatively out of the way in order to hold up one pregnant belly while another pregnant friend went to town on the exposed pussy with her hands and/or mouth. As I’d been invited to watch the proceedings, I eagerly took it all in visually, not bothering to hide my staring. My tight jeans, luckily, mostly obscured my persistent raging hard-on. I held up each belly in turn, then each in turn for another round. Fingerings and cunnilingus abounded.

I managed to only excuse myself to the bathroom once during all this, obviously jerking off while I had the opportunity. Even within the dream, I went home and jerked off twice more. Coming out of the dream, my fist was already stroking my cock furiously. This went on pretty much continuously (or, as frequently as biology allowed) for hours. And continues still. And probably for a while longer. Goddamn, was that an incredible favor to be able to perform for my lovely friends. If they only knew the favor they’d done me…

Outie

Short and to the point last night.

She had one hell of a torpedo belly: full-term twins, minimum, and every bit of the bump protruding straight forward. The taut, shiny skin was miraculously devoid of stretch marks.

The star of the show, though, was the outie at the apex of the bump. It stuck out 6 inches, comparable to my dick, and it’s girth was comparable to my dick’s, too. As I lubed it up with coconut oil, I knew exactly where this was headed.

I bent over, and she fucked me with her belly button, tight bump bouncing against my ass cheeks as the outie penetrated me repeatedly. My dick was painfully hard from the start, and I jerked myself in rhythm to the pounding I was taking. I came in the dream and reality simultaneously.

Delightful.

It’s Real

I was wearing a maternity midi bodycon dress in a bright floral pattern, silicone breasts and bump (under bra and belly bands, of course) completing my crossdressed look. Walking around my apartment like this, hands rarely leaving my fake belly, gave me a real thrill, as it had so many times in waking life.

As I was sitting on my couch appreciating my pregnancy costume, I suddenly felt an odd stirring within my belly. Gripping the outside of my bump, I noticed the hard-to-duplicate combination of soft exterior flesh and firm insides unique to the genuine pregnant belly. In disbelief, I hiked my dress up to just below my breasts; it was my hirsute, male belly that protruded in a maternal manner, no longer the silicone reproduction I’d put on an hour ago. Holy shit: my pregnancy was real!

I was quickly in front of my bedroom’s full-length mirror, enamored of my own beautiful new form. My breasts had turned real and engorged, too, and I loved squirting my milk all over the room. I’d never imagined I’d be able to enjoy these bodily pleasures in real life, and wanted to enjoy and take them all in as much as was possible, knowing they could easily be taken away from me as suddenly as they’d appeared. Most excitingly, I had a contraction at one point, my belly hardening to a rock-hard state, painful but arousing: my dick hardened substantially, too. I reclined on my bed, jerking off with my cock pointed right up at my new bump, quickly shooting onto myself. I rubbed my cum into my hairy, taut gut thoroughly, squirting some breastmilk into the mix for good measure.

Glistening with maternal fluids and more content than I can remember being in my entire life, I awoke in bliss. I had a wonderful day, filled-to-brimming with masturbation. These things may only be possible in dreams, but goddamn are those dreams incredible. And no one can rob me of the wonderful memories I record here.

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RING RING RING.

Thunk. Quiet.

RING RING RING.

Chris looked up with one eye. His digital clock was 4:29 a.m. Is this worth it?, he asked himself, sprawled out on his dorm bed. Across the room, his roommate Kevin was sound asleep.

RING RING RING.

Chris answered the phone.

“GET UP JERK-OFFS! GET UP! YOUR MISSION IS IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING CAMPUS SQUARE. GET IT BY 5:00 A.M. OR YOU WILL ALL SUFFER!!!! Click.”

Pledge week sucks, Chris though to himself, but you’ll get through it. Pledge week sucks, but you’ll get through it.

“Kevin… Kevin… Kevin!!!” He yelled.

“What… huh,” Kevin sat up bleary eyed.

“We gotta get up. The frat brothers delivered a mission and we can’t miss it, or else… you know.”

“Yeah, dude, we’ll have to like drink a case of beer in four hours. Ugh.” Kevin said.

“Let’s get Smalls.” Chris said.

The two freshmen got up, and quickly dressed. 4:36 a.m. Chris rushed down the hall and started banging on Smalls’ door, “Hey Smalls, get up!”

“I’m up.” Smalls opened the door. He was fully dressed. “Hey, do you have your porno mag and dildo?.” Smalls asked.

“Yeah.” Chris said with disgust. All pledge week, the three freshmen were each required to carry a porno mag and dildo. If any frat bother was around, they could tell them to take out the porno mag and look through it. The frat brothers often made them do it during class. The frat brothers could also make them take the dildo out and throw it at anyone. One of the senior brothers made Chris throw the dildo at the most beautiful football cheerleader, Stephanie Kenney, and then take out his porn mag and pretend to read it. Stephanie was not too happy when she and her friends brought the dildo back to Chris.

“At least we don’t have it as bad as Kevin,” Smalls said. “He has to carry a gay porno mag and ben-wa balls.” Steve laughed.

The three freshmen – Kevin, Steve, and Smalls — made their way out of the dorm in the early morning light and headed to Campus Square. 4:45 a.m. It was silent. The ground had a dusting of snow, and the air was cold.

“So where is it, dude?” Kevin said, peering around the empty square. He blew into his hands to warm them.

“There!” Smalls pointed, up to the statute of a cherub in the middle of a fountain on the side of the square. Sure, enough, there was a white envelope hanging from the cherub’s penis. They ran to it.

Smalls pulled the letter off and opened it. There was a note.

OK LITTLE BITCH PLEDGES. IT’S TIME FOR THE WOMEN TO TEACH YOU A LESSON. GO TO KAPPA SIGMA IOTA ON THE EAST SIDE OF CAMPUS. RING THE DOOR BELL AND TELL THEM YOU ARE READY FOR YOUR HAZING.

THE BROTHERS

“Shit,” Chris said, “Isn’t Stephanie Kenney in KSI?”

“I think so dude; hey, didn’t you throw a dildo at her?” Kevin said.

“Yeah.”

“What do you think they’ll make us do?” Chris asked.

They all shrugged.

DING DONG. DING DONG.

The three pledges stood in front of the KSI House. It was a beautifully restored classic white mansion, with huge pillars.

The wooden front door creaked open. Inside, the most beautiful brunette with deep auburn eyes appeared wearing a white Greek gown. It hung off her hard dark nipples, which were faintly visible. She held a small candle with both of her hands. Around her neck rested a Gold medallion in the letters KSI.

“Ummm… uh…,” Chris stammered, “We’re here…. We’re ready for our hazing.”

“Come in,” she said, softly, pleasantly, “take off your jackets, scarves, hats, socks and shoes. Put your backpacks on the floor.” They did so and she closed the door. She put their coats and shoes on a table next to the door.

“Follow me quietly,” she said. Then she turned around, her gown swaying, and then settling on her hips and ass. The gown bounced with each cheek as she walked.

They followed her through the house. The windows were shuttered and draped, and the house was dark, illuminated only by candles. She made a left, then a right. “Watch your step,” she warned, as they descended down a flight of stairs into more darkness.

“This is creepy, dude,” Kevin said. Chris put his finger to his mouth to shush him.

They reached a totally black room. It was cold, maybe 50 degrees. The ground felt bitterly cold on their feet. The only light emanated from the woman’s candle. She pointed into the darkness. She motioned them forward. They followed her finger and walked into the darkness until she was about ten or fifteen feet away. Then she blew out the candle, and everything was dark.

“Hey!!!” Chris yelled, “Where are you?”

Kevin and Smalls were too scared to say anything.

Suddenly a large bright light shined in their faces and they were blinded. They couldn’t see anything except a piercing point of light.

“Water now,” a female voice commanded.

Suddenly, a torrent of freezing cold water was splashed on the three.

“Holy shit, dude, that’s cold!” Kevin screamed.

“Water now!” The voice commanded again.

Another torrent of tuzla escort freezing cold water splashed on three, drenching them to the bone. All their clothes, even down to their underwear was soaking wet.

“Hold it!” Chris pleaded.

“Water now!” And again, a splash. The three were shivering uncontrollably.

“Grain alcohol now!” The female voice called out. Two women in gowns came forth from behind the lights and handed them six glasses of clear liquid.

“Drink!” The voice said. The three freshmen instinctively gulped down the glasses – two glasses for each. The liquid burned as it went down their throats, the fumes rising through their nostrils.

“Holy shit, that’s strong,” Chris exclaimed. Smalls started to cough. The booze only made it seem colder in the room. As their eyes adjusted, they could now see that they were at the end of a dark room, their backs against a brick wall. The floor was concrete and damp with water. In front of them were two large blinding lights pointed at them. Behind the lights, in a semi-circle around them were young women wearing Greek gowns. On the right, one of the women held two leases for a sheep and a dog. There was also a sorority girl with bright red hair holding an opened box of Trojan condoms. Sticking out were a number of what looked liked used and washed condoms.

“What the?!” Chris cried out.

The brunette with the Gold Medallion who led them in stepped forward and yelled “Silence! All hail Stephanie Kenney, first among daughters of Kappa Sigma Iota, wise leader of our sorority, great dresser, anal-izer of twenty-three fraternity pledges —

“Anal-izer?!” Kevin said, turning to Chris.

“– straight A student, future lawyer-doctor-congressman, knee-er of forty-five testicle sacks, and all around great woman.” The brunette stepped back.

The girls then chanted loudly in unison — “We follow in you, most merciful leader, show us the way to haze these pledges” – the walls echoing behind the three freshman.

Then silence. The semi-circle opened up and a tall voluptuous figure stepped forward, covered in a white Greek gown. A hood came over her head, casting a shadow on her face. Around her neck rested a gold medallion right between her large fat breasts. Chris squinted, what did the medallion say? It looked like letters, but no… As she came closer, Chris stared in horror as he saw that the medallion was the silhouette of a woman with a large strap-on anal raping a man on his hands and knees. Kevin and Smalls also noticed, and their faces became white.

“The first haze we will play,” the leader said, “is the . . .”

“Now, hold on just a second here,” Chris said, starting to feel the effect of the grain alcohol, “hold on just a fuckin’ second. We’re leaving, this is not happening.” He staggered.

“Are you done?” The leader said. Chris didn’t say anything. The leader continued, “Where will you go? How will you get away? There are over forty of my sisters here. We have tasers and pepper spray. You are piss drunk. It’s 8 degrees outside, your clothes are completely wet, and we burned your coats and shoes. Maybe we’ll let you run outside and let you get frostbite on your winkle dicks?” There was laughter among the sisters. “And finally, you came here to get into a fraternity, did you not? You want this listing, you play our game.”

Chris hung his head, resigned.

“Wait, don’t I know you?” The leader removed her hood slowly. She was blonde, and looked just like… it was… Stephanie Kenney, the most beautiful cheerleader on campus. “You threw a dildo at me. Now the tables are turned, eh?”

“The first haze we will play is shrinkage. The loser will have his turn with Betty the sheep and Walker the dog. Water now!”

A huge splash of water landed on the three freshman. They were drenched and shivering uncontrollably. The women started chanting “Shrinkage! Shrinkage! Shrinkage!”

“Off with your clothes!” Stephanie yelled, as another torrent of water hit the three.

Chris saw no choice, and took off his shirt and pants, down to his boxers. Kevin followed suit. Smalls took off his shirt, but stopped.

“If you don’t obey me, we will throw you out right now! There will be no fraternity, no nothing. Everything comes off!” Stephanie commanded.

Kevin pulled his boxers off. He was pathetic. His penis was small to start out with, but the cold water had made his genitals extra small. Kevin’s penis was merely a button with too little peanuts suspended below it.

“We’ve got shrinkage!” Stephanie called out to the sorority sisters, who all laughed. “I feel sorry for your future wife, if you ever trick any woman into marrying you – I deem you button penis.”

Chris was next. He dropped his shorts. His normally five-inch hard dick was now a shadow of itself. It looked like the cap of a sharpie pen, all shriveled up. His balls were reddish and shaking in the cold.

“It’s so cute!” One of the sorority sisters called out.

Smalls did nothing.

“What’s wrong, boy?” pendik escort Stephanie said. Smalls did not answer. “What’s your name?” She asked.

“Smalls.”

“Well, Smalls,” Stephanie smiled, “Take it off, or else you automatically lose to button penis boy and you get with Betty the sheep.”

Smalls pulled down his pants. Then he quickly dropped his underwear, and looked up.

There was a hush and whispers among the sorority sisters.

“Well, looks like someone is a big boy.” Stephanie said, smirking.

Hanging from Smalls’ crotch was a fat ugly flaccid cock, the length and shape of an athletic tube sock stuffed with rags. The cock was uncircumcised, and fleshy foreskin hung about two inches past its head. The cock pointed straight down, except the tip or the head, which actually curved up toward his ass. Even though it was cold, Smalls’ penis was still as massive and thick as bottle of shampoo. The cold even made the foreskin tighten around the penis-head, making the whole cock seem more ominous and alien. Kevin and Chris stared down at the alien appendage with their jaws open.

Smalls’ testicles were also large. So large, in fact, that they didn’t fit neatly between his legs like a normal man, but rather bulged out in front of his legs like oranges in a bag against the wall in the supermarket.

“Only one thing is clear,” Stephanie said, “Smalls is definitely the wrong name. I will have the pleasure of smacking your balls later.”

Then turning toward Kevin she pointed and commanded, “Take the button penis and put him with Betty.” The sheep bayed in the background. Two women came and grabbed Kevin, pulling him into a separate room. Betty the sheep, the dog, and the redhead with the used condoms followed.

“Dude no! Dude!” Kevin yelled as he was being taken away, “That’s unfair! I’m larger when it’s not cold.” A door slammed, and muffled noises could be heard from within. Kevin was gone.

“The next haze we play is shootage.” Stephanie says, “And the loser gets to suck the Mabutu. Though I think it’s clear who will lose.”

“What or who is Mabutu?!” Chris asked.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head. Ok, you two bitches, there’s the wooden target on the wall. The first of you to shoot cum from this line and hit the target is the winner. The loser gets Mabutu. Now go!”

“Hold on just a second,” Chris pleaded, “wait just a second here.”

But Smalls did not wait, as he was anxious to avoid “the Mabutu”. He ran to the line, his fat cock bouncing and slapping his thigh along the way. Once there, he grabbed his massive dong and started to jack it. Behind him, the sorority sisters chanted “Shootage! Shootage! Shootage!”

Chris saw that Smalls had started. Chris looked around at the chanting sisters, then he stopped pleading with Stephanie and ran to the line, fretting. I can’t lose this, he thought.

Smalls had started slowly pumping his dong. It was filling up with blood, getting engorged, more and more massive. Like raising a huge flag or a space ship getting ready to launch. His large balls turned and twisted in their sack, building up sperm.

Chris frantically started jacking his shriveled penis off. He was using only his thumb and forefinger, but the cursed thing would not respond! It stayed flaccid and cold, a mere inch in length now. Normally, he could get his weenie hard to five-inches in a jiffy, but there was too much pressure. All the sorority sisters were looking at him, giggling at his shriveled dick, and he was standing next to Smalls’ massive python.

Speaking of python, Smalls’ penis was shaking violently now, as ounce and ounce of blood rushed into it, expanding it, fattening it like a overstuffed sausage. Huge, large, offending – words that might describe the thing protruding from Smalls’ midsection. The sorority sisters could tell that Smalls was close to cumming, because with each pump of his hand down his tree-trunk-like dong shaft, his ball sack would tighten, raising his ample nuts up and down, like oversized fuzzy dice in a truck driving over an unpaved road. The sisters started chanting louder and louder, “shootage! Shootage! Shootage!”, their voices taking on the cadence of female dogs in heat.

Chris turned to look at Smalls jacking his fat cock. And then it there was a slight calm, and Smalls stopped for second. A rippled moved, almost in slow motion through the length of his cock, like a wave. When it reached the tip, Smalls’ giant penis head, all red and gnarly, emerged from the extended sheath of foreskin, pushing it back. The head got larger and larger, and splurrshsit! slpherlrr! Reams and reams of white liquid started spraying out from his giant dick splashing onto the wooden target on the wall. Smalls resumed pumping his penis vigorously. The sorority sisters started chanting “Go Smallie! Go Smallie! Go Smallie!” as more and more cum came spurting out – his cock acting like an out-of-control fire hose. Chris, totally mesmerized, stopped jacking his tiny weenie, and just looked maltepe escort in awe. After what seemed like an eternity, the spurts stopped, but Smalls kept squeezing the last drops out of his fat dong. The drops splashed on the floor. Exhausted, he let his python go and it swung down and slapped his thigh loudly, and then bounced up, pointing diagonally to the ground. It kept bouncing slightly from the release of pressure, the blood returning from penis to body. Smalls hunched over with a look of sheer contentment.

Just as Chris had a second to gain his composure, a hat was forced onto his head. No, not a hat, a blonde wig! What’s going on, he fretted. He tried to take it off, but someone grabbed his hands and slapped a pair of handcuffs on him.

“Stop it!” he screamed.

Another hand started shoving something red in his face, and something blue. They lifted his legs up and put some sort of harness on him around his waist and on his chest – wait, not a harness, but panties and a bra!!!! Pink lingerie. They forced him to his knees on the cold concrete. His handcuffed-hands fell in from of him – he was now on his hands and knees.

Stephanie stepped in front of him.

“Oh my, you are pretty,” she said.

“Let me go.”

“Umm… let me think about it… ok, no. This is what you get for throwing a dildo at me on campus lawn. Here take a look at how pretty you are.” She put a small mirror in front of him. He looked like an old blonde hooker from the pier. He had a blonde wig, mascara, bright red lipstick and blue eye shadow. He was decked out in pink lingerie.

“Very funny. Now let me go,” Chris demanded.

She smiled.

“Bring out the Mobutu!” She commanded.

The white robed sorority sisters parted, and the brunette sister with the golden KSI medallion walked slowly out, dragging a wagon hitch with her hand. Or was she dragging a broom? No, too big. Was she dragging the handle of pick-ax? No, it was darker in color. Was she . . . oh my god, Chris realized, she pulling a black man into the room by his long pole-like penis! Chris’s eyes opened wide with fear. The brunette sister was indeed pulling the man by his schlong – which was about a foot and a half long and so fat that the brunette’s hand only went about 2/3 around it. The black man was not built, but he was tall and lanky. The sorority sisters began chanting, “Mobutu! Mobutu! Mobutu!”

“Mobutu,” Stephanie instructed, “I know you’re blind and have bad hearing, but we have a new pledge this week. Her name is . . . Christine, and for her initiation, she has to give you a blowjob.”

The black man smiled, “I canna see her, but she does smell veree good. And I’m sure she has real nice-like hair.”

The brunette sister pulled the Mobutu closer to Chris, and the let go of his hard erect penis. It bounced around a bit and then settled, pointing straight at Chris mouth.

“Wait a sec – mgommphh mphh slurp mmmffff.” As Chris opened his mouth to speak the large black man grabbed the back of his head, and jammed his schlong between Chris’s lips. The man caressed Chris’s blonde wig. He began to shove his huge cock in and out of Chris’s mouth, rocking his ass back and forth and pushing Chris’s head in unison with his hands.

“Yoouuu haf pretty hair,” the black man said, thrusting his hips back and forth.

In the background, the sorority sisters were singing, “Whose afraid of the big black cock, the big black cock, the big black cock? Whose afraid of the big black cock, the big black cock, the big black cock?”

Chris was gagging, trying to yell that he couldn’t breath; his lips were stretched wide open. He turned his eyes to the side, and saw that Stephanie had taken off her white Greek robe, and was dressed in her head cheerleading outfit—a short pleated skirt, a tank top all in the school colors of red and white. She looked hot, but what was that bulge in her skirt? Stephanie pulled the skirt up to reveal a huge realistic brown strap-on cock. It was not as big as Mobutu’s or even Smalls’, but it was still about 11 inches long and thick, oh yes, very thick.

She pointed her finger at Chris, who was on his hands and knees:

“Ok, Chris, you are number twenty-four for anal-ization.”

Chris’s eyes went wide as he was being face-fucked by Mobutu.

Stephanie climbed onto to him from behind and inserted her strap-on into his ass “sans lubrication”. His screams were muffled, as she began to pump his ass without mercy.

* * *

It was four o’clock in the afternoon the next day. Chris was lying on his dorm bed. He still couldn’t walk without feeling a sharp pain in his rectum. And he couldn’t get the taste of the black man’s cum out of his mouth, no matter how many glasses of water he chugged.

RING RING RING

“Hello,” Chris answered the phone weakly.

“Hey PUSSY-LICKER! WHAT’S UP JERK-OFF? DID YOU COMPLETE YOUR MISSION?”

“Yes, the three of us did.”

“Bring the gold football statute to the FRAT HOUSE IMMEDIATELY!!!! And I mean now!”

“What?!”

“The gold football statute that you were supposed to steal yesterday!”

“I don’t understand. We went to KSI like. . .”

“LISTEN YOU PANSY PLEDGE – if we ever hear you wasting your time on KSI sorority chicks instead of accomplishing missions, we will KICK YOUR ASS! You are never to visit KSI! Now, complete the mission and bring the gold statute!”

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My name is Danny, and I am a 40-year-old man, enjoying the life of a bachelor, living for myself and no others. I had moved from Ireland to the US just out of high school to go to university here and become a successful civil engineer, moving around the country whenever I wanted to see a change of scenery.

For a couple of years now, I have enjoyed living in the Florida keys, at a newly renovated apartment complex. I knew it was a good place because the firm I worked for, had gotten the contract to do the work on it. Once completed, I took a semi-retirement, choosing to do consulting work from home mostly, bought one of the units in the building, and really enjoyed all that the Keys had to offer.

I kept in great shape, too. Hitting the middle ages was not going to take me down like it had to others that I had seen. I was not about to let myself get fat, sloppy and lazy by any means, so I worked out at a local gym at least 5 days a week and did plenty of walking and biking around the islands.

Now it had been a year since a young married couple, in their early 20’s, moved in next door from me, in the building, and since then, I had become particularly good friends with them. Their names were, Julio and Selena, I was so happy for them when they announced to me that they were going to have a baby.

Even though, I never had the desire to get married or have children of my own, I was genuinely excited for them, because they had been trying for a couple of years and were not having much luck up until this point.

Now, as Selena was entering her eighth month of pregnancy, I could not help but be completely enamored by her glowing beauty. Even before she got pregnant, she was gorgeous, standing at most, 5′ tall, petite frame body, smallish B-cup breasts, and a tight little ass.

She had light latte colored skin, midnight black hair, and piercing deep brown eyes, but now, her pregnancy just made all her beautiful Latina features come out that much more, and I began to feel the pangs of desire for her as her belly swelled from motherhood.

One morning as I was beginning to wake up, I could hear what sounded like a growing argument coming from next door, or I should say that I could hear Selena yelling at Julio. I could not make out exactly what she was yelling, but I heard her call him a “cabrón bastardo” and a whole slew of other Spanish profanities that I had not yet learned.

It was not long after that, I heard their front door slam and someone hurriedly going down the steps, to the apartment exit. I got up an looked out of my bedroom window to see Julio, getting into his car, and making a hasty exit out of the complex parking lot.

I sat back down for a moment, wondering what in the Hell could have happened between them that would cause Selena to go off on Julio like that as I had never heard them say a cross word to each other in the time that I had known them. In fact, I used to tease them about being so lovey dovey towards each other all the time.

I did not have much time to think about it when I heard a loud knock on my door. As I jumped up to grab my robe, I could hear Selena yelling for me to open up. I quickly ran to the door and opened it to a very hysterical, very pregnant, Selena.

Before I could even tell her to come in, she threw herself into me, wailing and sobbing like I had never seen. Her body was shaking as she fell apart and I really began to fear the worst. I did not have to ask her what happened because my instinct already told me.

“DANNY! HE CHEATED ON ME! HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO US? HOW COULD HE CHEAT WHILE I AM CARRYING HIS CHILD,” she wailed as I managed to close the door behind her.

I pried Selena away from me and moved her over to the sofa. I sat down beside her and got a good look at just how much of a mess she was. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face was swollen from crying. I shook my head and pulled her into another hug and rocked her back and forth for comfort as best as I could, while she continued to let loose.

I held her there for nearly thirty minutes before I felt her begin to let up. I pulled back and looked at her, but she could only look down towards her swollen belly and softly rub it.

Selena then looked at me and said, “She knows I am upset, because I can really feel her kicking hard.”

I nodded and said, “Do you want some tea? I’ll make us some right away.”

She nodded through the tears still flowing down her cheeks, and managed a soft, “Yeah” before leaning against the back of the sofa.

As I quickly brewed some water for our tea, I realized what Selena had said, “Her.”

The two of them had gone for another ultrasound the day before, and they were going to find out the sex of the baby. I was not home when they came back, so we had not had a chance to talk about it before now.

I finished making the tea and took the two cups back into the living room and set them on the coffee table. Selena sat up, picked up her tea and took a sip. I could tell that she had stopped çeşme escort crying but was still in deep thought. I took a drink from my tea and just waited for her to open up.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Selena finally looked up at me and asked, “Danny, do you think I am an ugly fat cow?”

I nearly choked on my tea and said quickly drawing out some lingering Irish accent, “For fuck’s sake, Selena? Why would you ever say that?”

She just shrugged her shoulders and said with her big brown eyes filling with tears again, “Then why would Julio cheat on me with that whore that he works with?”

“I don’t know, Selena. I cannot explain what goes through another man’s head like that, but one thing I do know is that you are absolutely gorgeous and if anything, pregnancy, NOT FAT, has only made you more beautiful!”

Selena looked at me and smiled a little, as a tear fell down her cheek. “You really think I’m beautiful, looking like this? All five feet of rolly polly pregnant chica?”

I chuckled a little while nodding my head, emphatically, saying, “Yes, I really do, and if I were a younger man and had met you…… well let’s just say, you would not have your heart broken right now. I do not understand how in God’s name, Julio could have done that to you, for fucks sake!”

Selena put down her cup of tea and threw her arms around me, burying her head in my shoulder, saying as she started to sob again, “Thank you, Danny. You just made me feel so much better.”

I held her close once again, the top of her head just below my head as I instinctively kissed her on the forehead while still offering my comfort to her, but no sooner had I done that, and something else kicked in, and I could feel those pangs of desire warming up through my body once more as I caught the scent of her while breathing in.

Before I knew it, my heart started to pound and my cock grew to full mast under my bathrobe. If I were not careful, I would be in danger of being exposed if I moved the wrong way. In all the excitement, I had completely forgotten that I had nothing on underneath.

I glanced down and even though the robe was still closed, you could clearly see the circus was in town under it. I hoped to God, that Selena would not notice it, in her emotional state of mind.

I felt her head move a little as I tried to think of something to make my hard prick go back to its flaccid state, but it was not to be.

“Ummm, Danny? Is that what I think it is?”

I could feel the blood leave my face and fear take its place as my body went cold. I thought any second now, Selena would freak out on me, jump up and storm out of my apartment, however, that is not what happened. In fact, what happened next, completely floored me.

Selena pulled away from me, looking down at the tent pole under my robe, then looked up at me with a devilish grin on her face. She looked back down, then before I could even react, grabbed the flap of my robe, and pulled it back, completely exposing my throbbing 9-inch cock.

She giggled as she gazed at it, then grabbed it with her hand, barely getting her fingers halfway around it. Her touch electrified me and I swear I could feel every beat of my heart as it pounded inside my chest.

“Danny! You have the biggest cock I have ever seen! Oh my GOD, it is gorgeous!”

Selena giggled again and it seemed like she forgot everything that had happened to her. She was like a little kid at Christmas playing with a new toy as she moved her hand up and down my rock-hard flesh, then squeezing the tip of my mushroom shaped bulbous head until the first drop of precum made its appearance.

What could I say? I could not utter a word as the pleasure from her touch just managed to elicit a long-drawn-out moan from inside me. It had been a while since I had felt the touch of a woman, almost 2 years to be exact, since I broke up with a woman I was seeing before moving to the keys.

Selena then untied my robe, threw it open and gazed at my rock hard abs up and down my chest, then back to my cock, and said looking at me with hunger in her eyes, “Danny, I am going to pay him back for what he’s done to me and I hope you don’t mind me taking my frustrations out on you.”

Again, what could I say? This little petite bundle of pregnant fire had complete control over me, so I just nodded without saying a word, while she smiled again. Selena then stood up, and lifted the sundress that she had on, up and over her head, exposing her full nakedness to me.

She was stunning to say the least. Her once B-cup breasts were nearly a D-cup, with her large hard nipples and chestnut brown areolas. Her large swollen belly with just a hint of stretch marks on either side of it, coming around to the front where her once little belly button was now popped out like a turkey timer.

I gazed down further to see her pussy covered in thick fur and I could just barely make out her swollen vulva hiding başakşehir escort underneath. My God, Selena was every bit as gorgeous naked as she was clothed and then some. My cock throbbed even harder and the precum really began to ooze from me.

I just shook my head and barely managed out, “Mmmm mmmm mmmm.”

Selena’s smile grew even bigger as she moved back towards me. She got down on her knees in front of me, took my cock back into her hand and lowered her head, putting her lips around the tip of my hot burning flesh. I could feel her tongue dipping into my small orifice as she sucked, pulling out my fluids into her mouth.

She pulled back and grinned, saying, “Mmm, you taste so fucking good, Danny. I’m not sure I can get much of you inside me, but I can promise you this, you will be inside me.”

Selena went back to sucking my cock, barely getting the head into her mouth before hitting her gag reflex. I was in a state of blissful shock at this point and as much as the little thought in the back of my mind was saying this was wrong, there was no way in Hell I was going to stop her, so I just leaned back against the sofa and let her do whatever she wanted.

She worked more of my prick into her mouth, finally getting just past the head, but I think that was her limit as she bobbed her head up and down, while using both of her hands to wrap around my dick, moving them in perfect sync with her sucking.

Dear God, this woman could suck cock! I had not had a blowjob this good in many years and I could tell that Selena had a lot of experience at this. I reached down and ran my fingers through her tousled dark hair as she worked on me, causing her to look up and briefly pause for a moment to smile at me, then went back to sucking the life out of me.

I had to let her know, so I said in a weak voice, “Selena, if you keep that up, I am not going to last much longer, my GOD, you are fuckin’ amazing.”

She paused again, lifting her mouth off me, kissed the tip of my prick and said with a giggle, “I’m just getting warmed up, Danny, now let’s see if I can get this big cock of yours inside me.”

For being in the latter stages of pregnancy, this woman still had the moves of a cat, as she quickly moved up over my lap and straddled me, leaving one leg up to help give her clear access around her large belly. She reached down, taking hold of my dick and rubbed the head of it around her fully exposed labia.

I looked down and watched the gooey milky fluid flowing from her and coating the tip of my flesh as she moved the head around her clit and between her lips. Selena closed her eyes and let out a soft moan while making sure I was well lubricated with our combined juices.

Then she pushed herself down, ever so slowly impaling herself on my fuckmeat. She let out a loud gasp after the head of my dick made it inside her snug opening where she paused just briefly to catch her breath, then slid down my shaft inch by inch until her pussy came to rest against the base.

Selena threw her head back and cried out, “Oh my fucking God, your cock feels like a log in my cunt, Danny, but it feels so fucking GOOD!”

She then leaned forward still trying to get used to my girth inside her, as she grinned another devilish smile, then kissed me hard and feverishly. I pulled her close, feeling her hard belly and swollen tits pressing against me while she slowly started moving her hips around, gently sliding her pussy back and forth on my prick.

We broke from our kissing as she lifted away from me, putting her hands on my chest for support, while moving a little more aggressively on me, her breathing becoming very heavy in between her loud moans of pleasure.

I could not have imagined her pussy feeling this good on me, milking every inch of my dick as it slid in and out of her. My mouth spoke without thinking what I was saying, “I have fantasized about fucking you since the day we met, Selena! My God you are incredible!”

She opened her eyes again, that wicked smile coming across her mouth as she replied, “I knew you did, Danny, I could tell by the way you looked at me! OH GOD, I’M GONNA CUM, FUCK ME, DANNY! FUCK ME THE WAY YOU HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO!”

Selena erupted on me, her body going into heavy spasms, screaming out her pleasure. I could barely hold on to her, as she nearly came out of my hands from the hard convulsions she was going through.

When her jerking movements began to subside, her body started to become limp. I pulled her close and lifted her up as I stood, then turned and gently put her down on the sofa, keeping myself planted firmly inside her.

I lifted her legs up high and out like a V, then began to piston in and out of her, driving my cock into her like I had dreamed about. Selena’s eyes were wide open now, as she watched me fuck her with abandonment. I looked down, my prick sliding in and out, seeing the juices of her coating it and watching her fat labia hug my küçükçekmece escort flesh as if to keep me inside.

We continued in that position for several minutes before I withdrew and had Selena turnover face down on the sofa. I was only out of her pussy for a few seconds as she repositioned, her belly hanging down low and her ass high up in the air.

I reached down and parted her ass cheeks, exposing her cute little rosebud, covered with as much hair as her pussy. I pushed the head of my cock against her lips and easily slid all the way back inside her fiery wet cunt, with my balls coming to rest against her thick furry mound.

Selena let out a grunt followed by a long-drawn-out moan as I began fucking her hard and deep, driving my cock head against her insides. I wanted to give her the pounding that she wanted, and if this would be the only time we ever got to fuck, it would be memorable for a lifetime.

She powered through several more orgasms before I felt the pressure inside me building up, feeling my cum moving up from deep withing my body. By this time, we had moved back into the missionary position on the thick carpeted floor. I looked down into her wide eyes as I pumped harder into her.

She nodded to me, knowing that I was close and said, “Yeah, Danny, fill my pussy with your cum, baby! I want it so badly!”

The first spasm hit me, releasing the first jet of cum deep inside her pregnant womb, crying out my pleasure as each wave hit me, sending stream after stream of my cream in her, causing Selena to go into one more intense orgasm right along with me, her own spasms hitting her so hard that she pissed all over the two of us.

As the two of us came down from our mutual climax, our breathing out of control, we looked at each other and started to laugh.

Selena said, “Oops, sorry about that, Danny, but between your cock pounding inside me and the baby pushing on my bladder, it just all came out.”

I just shook my head and said, “No worries, that’s what towels are for.”

I withdrew out of Selena, garnering another gasp from her, and quickly jumped up to get some towels. I returned in a flash and carefully placed one towel between her legs and another under her as she lifted her butt off the floor, then laid back down beside her, propping up my head with my hand so I could look at her.

She smiled and put her hand on the side of my face and said, “Danny, you are an amazing man. I don’t understand how you could still be single as sweet as you are and as good of a fuck that you are.”

I laughed and replied, “Well, I guess I just like living the single life too much.”

Selena smiled and nodded for a moment then her face grew sad again, and the tears flowed once more. I quickly reached up, grabbing a throw off the sofa, to cover the two of us, then pulled her close to me as she softly wept into my chest.

I knew that she had a whole mixture of emotions bottled up inside and I just wanted to hold her and comfort her while she let them all out. We stayed like that on the floor for another half hour or so before she finally quieted down and started to talk.

“Danny, I don’t quite know where to go from here, I mean, I still love Julio but now I hate him at the same time. Part of me wants to divorce his ass, but another wants to forgive him.”

“Selena, you have a lot to think about right now, and to be honest, I can’t give you and unbiased opinion because I think he is the world’s biggest dumbass for doing what he did to you. You are a goddess and you are carrying his child, so for him to do what he did, is beyond wrong.”

She nodded and smiled then said, “Thank you for being here for me, Danny, I really appreciate it.”

A devilish grin crossed her mouth and she added, “Oh and one more thing, don’t think this is a one-time deal, I’m getting some more of that cock of yours, believe that. Just maybe not today, because you, my hot stud muffin of a neighbor, have worn me out.”

We both laughed at that and I pulled her back close to me for another cuddle session for a bit before the two of us got up. I took her by the hand and escorted her into my oversized shower, taking time to gently wash her down, paying particular attention to her most intimate spots.

We shared some sweet tender kisses while the hot water ran down between us before getting out and drying off. I threw on my robe while she put her dress back on, then went out and made some more tea.

The two of us talked for hours before Selena said that she needed to head back over to her apartment. We shared a very warm embrace and I could not help but get another hard on as her body pressed so close to mine.

Selena pulled back with a grin and said, “Mmmm, Danny, you don’t know how much it turns me on knowing that you are so hot for me now.”

In a flash, she was on her knees on front of me, untying my robe to let my cock out right into her mouth. Again, she could barely get her mouth over the head, but quickly began using her hand to stroke me while sucking in perfect sync.

She pulled back and said, “I want you to cum in my mouth, Danny. I want to taste your cream, baby.”

Dear God, this woman turned me on to no end and just after a few minutes of her expert oral skills, I felt the cum rush up from my depths. I cried out as my release began flooding into her hungry mouth.

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Over the next several weeks there were many changes to our relationship. I still hoped Debra might want to someday have me as her boyfriend, or husband, but that didn’t seem likely. Still, I did everything I could to please her. I hoped someday she would let me go in her pussy and maybe allow me to at least fondle her breasts, maybe suck on them. But I was losing hope for any of that. She didn’t think much of me as a man, much less at a potential boyfriend.

In our hotel room time, I was now dressing completely as a Sissy for her. This isn’t what I planned for when I placed my ad on the fetish site looking for a woman wanting oral sex. I thought I might just meet a woman who enjoyed that, and it could develop into something more. Instead, now Debra and I were shopping together at thrift stores to help me find more outfits. She would embarrass me by holding dresses, slips and skirts up against my body in front of other customers in the stores. Once she asked a store clerk at the check-out, “If these don’t fit her (pointing at me) can we return them? Or can she try them on here? She has her panties on.” I turned beet red. Fortunately for me, the try-on rooms were for real women only and I didn’t have to go in there. But if I wanted to keep Debra happy, this was my life now.

Debra gave me most of her old dresses and skirts since she only wore pants now. I did like getting her old bras and panties. I wanted to please Debra, so I wore what she told me. I now had many dresses, skirts, panties, bras, garter belts, stockings, pantyhose, shoes, slips and lingerie. I even had a panty girdle and corset. She said I was fat even though she weighed far more than me. I also had to get some gaff panties to give me a smoother look down there. She had me get my ears pierced so I could wear earrings. She wants me to have my nipples pierced. I will do it if it means keeping Debra happy and in my life. She would like me to pierce my tongue too, for her clitoris stimulation. She usually picks out what I’m going to wear. I usually must wear pantyhose since they keep my penis tight against my body so as not to rub against her.

Debra was always taking pictures of me, thankfully sans my face, mostly in Sissy outfits in various sexual and embarrassing poses. Sitting, one nylon encased leg crossed over the other. Up the skirt of my dresses. Caught twirling, with an open flared dress on. Even pics of my cum soaked panties outlining my erection! I looked up her fetish account just to see if she was still looking for a female. What I saw were some of these pictures of ME, posted under her profile page with the words, “A new Sissy I’m training.” It left me little hope she would ever consider me as her lover or boyfriend. Further, it said to me that she may have done this to other men. But I was falling hard for Debra and didn’t want to give up my hopes. Debra was too special for me to give up on. But every time I went back to her account, she added more new pictures. I never mentioned any of this to her. I was afraid she would be upset for me for even looking at her account.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to wear much make-up. Debra said, “You’re a sissy, not a girl!” But Debra always told me to wear lipstick. She loved to see my lip prints on her inner thighs. I had several shades from light pink to dark red. And she liked me to clip little bows in my hair.

She cut her hair and dyed it jet black. Very short and spikey. Some would say it was “butch” or “dyke.” To me it was just sexy. Everything about Debra was sexy to me. I thought if only I had a vagina maybe Debra would make love to me. But I really wanted her to like my penis and let me make love to her like a real man. That was the furthest thing from her mind. She continued to humiliate me and demand more from me.

She had me shave off all my body hair, even my armpits, although hers remained hairy. My crotch also was now shaved smooth. Debra said, “It will make you feel better in your panties and stockings with smooth skin.” I must admit it did feel better. But now I looked like a little boy down there. “It’s a cute look for sissies,” Debra told me. Debra was still hairy, the way I liked her anyway. But we were such a contrast now. I didn’t have to wear the diapers as often anymore either which was a relief to me. I dressed in sissy clothes to pleasure and service Debra. Although she still made me wear a condom over my penis inside my panties.

She wanted me to bathe her now too. Her tits were still off limits to me, but I could wash them if I used a washcloth and not my hands. I secretly maltepe escort longed to kiss her breasts and suckle her. She taught me how to shave her legs and I would wash and brush her hair. I love when she gets on her hands and knees in the tub, and I get to loofah her big bottom. I’m careful when I wash her pussy, not to be too rough. But she lets me use my hands and fingers there and that makes it nice for me to wash her there.

I would always have to apologize Debra for anything she felt I did wrong. The bath water was too hot or too cold. Not enough bubbles or too many bubbles. She liked to play on her phone in the tub while I washed or shaved her. One time I forgot to bring her phone to her phone when I started her bath. I apologized, but she said, “See why I don’t want a man in my life? They can’t do anything right!”

I thought to myself, “Its just your phone,” but after her bath Debra punished me. She sent me to stand in a corner and face the wall.

Debra told me, “Hold your dress up and pull your panties down.” I didn’t question her; I just did what she said. I didn’t want to make her more upset with me. She knew I was jealous of her vibrator because I feared it made her happier than I could. With my back to her, I heard her vibrator turn on. Very apologetically, I repeated, “Oh, Debra, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please don’t do this to me. I know I’m useless sometimes. Please forgive me and let me use my mouth for you.” I felt so foolish. The way I looked. Practically begging to lick her. Doing her bidding.

She ignored my pleas and said, “Just stay there until I tell you.” Then I heard the familiar buzzing. She turned on the TV to cover the buzzing sound and the buzzing and her moaning continued for at least another 20 minutes. When it stopped, I thought she was done, but I didn’t hear her orgasm. She moans out quite loudly during other orgasms. She called out to me, “Bring me a glass of wine and my big black dildo.” I dropped my dress and started pulling up my panties, scurrying round quickly to get what she wanted, so I wouldn’t displease her. “I didn’t tell you to pull up your panties! Hold your dress up, leave your panties down and go get what I told you!” I apologized again, repeatedly as I shuffled around the room with my panties still down. I poured the wine with one hand, still holding up my dress with the other. I brought her the wine and went to get her dildo. I hated that thing. It was so big, and she would take it all in and she wouldn’t ever even let me put my little penis in her. She paid no attention to my little pink boner when she told me to go back to the corner.

I heard the buzzing again and this time her pussy sloshing sounds. I knew she was using both implements. It was another good 10 or 15 minutes until she was done. I knew her vocal sounds when she came. When she was done, she said, “Panties up! Here. Take this dildo out of my pussy and my vibrator. Lick them clean and then go wash them. Next time you won’t forget when I tell you to do something!” Her pussy hole was stretched open, gaping, creamy and oozing.

“Debra, your pussy looks so beautiful right now, all spread, open and wet. Can I just lick you up a bit and clean your pussy for you?” My face flushed red again. Thinking how pitiful and pathetic I must have sounded.

“Ha! You want a reward for bad behavior? Go clean up the toys and bring me a washcloth. Put your nightgown on and get in the other bed. You can lick me awake in the morning.”

Debra became so demanding. I think it was to push me and see how far I would go and what I would do to please her. She often suffered from cramps. A woman her size isn’t eating healthy and caring about her weight. This often left her feeling bloated and cramped. She would have me rub and massage her belly while she laid in bed naked until she passed her gas. I struggled with the smell, but I never showed it. I know the belly rubbing felt good to her and relived her, but she never said “thank you” to me. I also gave her full body massages. And she made me in charge of her footcare. She loved foot soaks and massages.

I was always hard around Debra. It annoyed her and made her mad. She usually ignored it, but once, while I was changing outfits, she was particularly upset seeing my erection in my panties. She angrily barked at me, “Do you always have to get hard every time you put on your panties? Do I need to let you jack-off again?”

“Oh, Debra, I wish you would help me and touch me, just once, please?”

Debra looked angrily at me and grabbed my balls manavgat escort in the pouch of my panties. She pulled on them, stretching them down. “Listen to me! Do your sissy business now, in the toilet, or put your dress back on! And you can have a boner in those panties and not come near me the rest of the night! Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Debra. I’m sorry. Being here with you and…well, yes, the panties do make me hard. I’m sorry.”

I sheepishly stepped towards the toilet and raised the seat.

“Pull your panties down!,” Debra shouted at me.

I dropped them to my ankles, and they fell around my feet. I felt naked and embarrassed with my penis sticking out in front of Debra like this. I tried pleading once more, looking at her pretty face and sexy body…”Debra….please don’t humiliate me like this.”

Debra slapped my bare bottom hard, and said, “Oh, stop your whining! Spread your legs around that toilet bowl, Sissy! It goes in that toilet bowl where it belongs! You know I don’t touch your penis. Spread your legs and slap your balls! Now, two fingers and jack-off! Quickly. In and out. We need to get this over with. We have things to do.”

I was feeling so humiliated but at least I got to cum, by my own hand…just fingers, really. I spanked my balls, like she told me and pushed my hips in and out, simulating fornication. I almost fell forward. My knees bent, I grunted, pointed my penis down and emptied myself in the toilet bowl. Debra slapped my buttocks again. “Such a little Sissy! What man would degrade himself like you do? Clean yourself up and get your panties back on,” she barked at me.

We were spending a weekend in the hotel room. The following morning, after I woke Debra with pussy kisses and her morning orgasm, Debra told me to take a shower. “Clean your asshole very well. Use your fingers inside. Just wear your panties, thigh high stockings and a baby-doll nightie with a condom.” She never said this to me before. When I finished, I came out and Debra was just wearing a top and was bra-less. She said, “Put your heels on too. We’re ready for the next step now.”

I asked, “What next step?”

“In your Sissy training.”

I said, “Debra, please don’t call it that.”

“That’s what it is. You do know I’ve been training you as a Sissy.”

“I thought you said pussy training me. That’s what you said in the beginning.”

“Yes, Sweetie.” (That was the first time she ever called me that.) “It was pussy training, and you’ve done well.”

“Then what’s this all about?,” I replied.

“You didn’t think this was ever going to be permanent, did you? You know I’m looking for woman. I’m training you for both…a man or a woman. There are many men and women looking for a Sissy. Even some couples. I’m preparing you…for your future.”

I hung my head.

“Don’t be sad. Once you accept this, you’ll like it. Maybe even more than pussy. It’s like having your own special pussy back there.”

Debra was attaching a strap-on dildo to her wide hips.

“Debra, it looks so big!”

“It’s a little bigger than average. I’d rather start you this way. If a smaller man takes you, it will be easier for you, rather than the other way around.”

“If a man takes me? What are you saying Debra? I want to be with you.”

“Sweetie, I’ve been seeing a woman now for a few weeks. We’re starting to get more serious. We’re talking about me moving in with her. You knew this was temporary for me.”

“Have you been intimate with her? Has she given you oral?”

“Of course! And I’ve licked her pussy! That’s what lesbians do! Now I’m helping you for the transition phase when you’ll be back on your own. You should be thanking me for this.”

“You’re going to help me with that? A fat cock strapped to your hips?”

“Yes, Sweetie. Just relax.”

“What about plugs? I’ve heard about them. Shouldn’t we start with that?”

“I don’t believe in that. A man is going to plug you with his cock, not a small toy. We just need to give you lots of lubrication, which your partner should do for you.”

“My partner?”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about this.”

I hung my head. I guess I had, but never wanted to admit it. “What do we do?,” I asked her.

“This training takes a little while but the more we do it the more you will like it and enjoy it. You will usually have a suck a man first. That helps him prepare his cock to enter you. The harder you make him, the better for you. You want him very hard, so he slides in easily.”

Debra took şişli escort her top off and was naked with the dildo strapped around her waist. She adjusted the leg straps around her thick thighs until the phallus was sticking out straight in front of her. That is an image of her I will never forget. I didn’t think seeing a big penis on Debra would excite me, but it did. I must admit she looked amazingly hot. She set her laptop in front of me and turned on a picture of a man’s hard cock. “Focus on this picture and try to relax. Let’s bend you over today. It’s an enjoyable position for both the man and the Sissy. Lean forward over the desk, ass out, legs spread. Wiggle your bottom a little to entice the man. Take your panties down to show him how ready you are. Hold your ass cheeks open while he lubes you.”

I felt Debra’s finger circling my anus and her finger slipped into my rectum. I flinched and pulled up. Debra pushed my head back down. “Just relax. It’s just my finger. Focus on the picture,” she said.

I was nervous as the head of her rubber cock pressed against my sphincter. She said, “Push back, Sweetie. Until my head is in. The man is going to push in a little hard until his head gets in you.”

Debra held steady and I pushed back. I felt her bulb go inside me. I could see her behind me in the mirror over the desk. She was smiling. Her tits exposed.

“Oh, Debra, that feels so big!”

“It’s fine. Put your left foot on the chair next to me. It will open you up a little more. Feel your nylon stockinged legs. Men will like that. Just start pushing back. I’m going to hold your hips. I want you to take it all. Go back and forth. Push back into my cock, Sweetie.”

I eased back onto Debra’s thick cock. A little more entered me with each gentle push. I felt stuffed. “How much more do I have to go?,” I asked her.

“Just another 3 inches or so. You’re almost there. Come on, take the rest.”

I was feeling hot now. It was feeling better. I wanted it. All of it. I wanted to do it for Debra. I pushed back for one final thrust and Debra seated the giant phallus all the way in.

“Debra, I feel so full. My penis is so hard.”

Debra patted my ass. “You’re all the way. All 8 inches.”

“Oh, Debra. It feels so big. So full. So fat in my behind!”

“That’s good. That’s how it should feel. You can cum if you want. Stroke it. You can use your hand this time. You have your condom on.”

Debra fucked me. Her long dong reached places inside me that I didn’t know were possible. I used my whole hand and grabbed my penis, pumping it and screamed out, “Debra, I’m going to cum!!”

“That’s my good girl. Go ahead. In your condom. It’s ok to cum. It shows me you like this.”

My ass felt stretched and sore, but Debra said I would get used to it. She led me to the bed afterwards to lick her pussy. She said I did really good for my first time. I wanted to cuddle with her, next to her breasts, her hairy armpits around me, but I knew she wouldn’t allow that, so I just snuggled my face into her warm, wet, hairy pussy to comfort myself. I stayed there until Debra had her orgasm.

Over the next few weeks, we spent most of our time together with Debra pegging me in different positions, on my back, my side, from behind and on all fours. As soon as I saw her strapping on the dildo, I got excited and hard and would lower my panties in anticipation. Debra was so wet after fucking me she would have me eat her for what seemed like hours, usually face-sitting me, riding my tongue while she held on to the headboard. I hated to admit this to Debra, but I got more used to her fucking me and started to enjoy it. She allowed me to masturbate while she fucked me, to associate pleasure with my being penetrated. The last time I remember her fucking me, she gave me a hug afterwards, something she had never done before. I feared the worst; that the end was here.

And then, that was it. I never heard from Debra again. In all those months we were together, Debra never touched my penis, and I never touched her breasts. I tried calling, texting and emailing, but I never got a response. She took her profile down on the fetish site. The last entry on her fetish page said, “Trained Sissy available for you,” that included several more pictures of me. The day after she signed off her profile, I was contacted by another woman. I think Debra waited to remove her profile until someone contacted me. The new woman said she found me on Debra’s profile page. We’re meeting for coffee next week. She wants to discuss our arrangement if she takes me as her new Sissy. I figured Debra was with her new girlfriend now and had done her job with me. I will never forget her, and hope she knows that I loved her. I never expected to end up here, as a Sissy, but Debra trained me for this…whatever happens next. At my age, I would never find a normal relationship with a woman anyway. After Debra, I’m not sure I wanted one…

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The wind whistled past Aanu’s ears, almost blocking the sound of the snow crunching underfoot as she approached the dirt ledge overlooking the icy tundra, and she carefully brushed her messy black hair from her eyes. She made sure to stay low, gripping her spear tightly in her hands, her knuckles whitening with tension. To her left, her hunting partner Eba followed closely, also trying to stay out of sight. The two futas turned to each other, and Aanu grunted, nodding towards the ice plain. Eba looked out and saw their prize: a huge woolly mammoth.

They split up, moving forward as they stalked their prey, staying low in the brush. Aanu creeped closer, and closer still, preparing to take the killing blow, before the mammoth turned and yowled, nearly deafening the hunter. She followed the fleeing beast’s gaze, and saw Eba’s head poking up like a sore thumb from the bushes she was hiding in. Aanu frowned, and gripped her spear tighter; what did she have to be stuck with the worst hunter in the tribe? Not wanting to lose her prize, Aanu shot up and gave chase, sprinting after the retreating mammoth.

Cold air flooded her lungs with her deep breaths as she ran, and she tried to line up her spear to throw it at the beast, hoping to slow it down. She continued her pursuit, further and further into a nearby canyon of ice, then took the shot. Her spear glided through the air, propelled by the futa’s strong, powerful arms before…

It missed. A heavy *thunk* echoed around the icey walls as her stone spearhead embedded itself in the ice and Aanu stopped in place, dejectedly watching her quarry disappear into the distance. As she recovered her breath, the sounds of panting and crunching ice from behind her caught her attention, and she turned to shoot a deadly glare at Eba. Her fellow hunter sheepishly backed away and tried to hide behind her ginger mop, a mix of fear and shame across her face, knowing she cost them the kill. Aanu rolled her eyes, deciding not to cause a scene now. It could wait until they returned home.

She walked over to retrieve her spear from the ice, grabbing it tightly to pull it out before she stopped in her tracks. She peered into the ice and saw a face staring back at her! Aanu recoiled in shock, looking at another futa frozen naked in the wall, and stared closely to see what it was. The person in the ice was impossibly beautiful, with her thick brown hair flowing around her head, held static by the ice, though Aanu was more interested with what was below the frozen futa’s face.

Their tall frame had abnormally large breasts, their size covering her torso almost entirely, capped with wide areolas and thick nipples, and between their legs they şişli escort were more bizarre. The biggest penis Aanu had ever seen hung from the frozen futa’s crotch, reaching to her shins with enormous balls just behind them. She just had to stare for a moment, taking in the sight as she was mesmerized, her eyes transfixed on the giant appendage. She looked down at her modest bulge and small breasts and wondered what it would be like to have such assets.

Eba approached from behind, also engrossed by the ice-futa. They locked eyes with one another and nodded, knowing what they needed to do. If they weren’t going back with the mammoth, they could go back with this frozen goddess. They both gripped their spears tight and began to chip away into the frozen wall, trying to release the futa.

~

Many hours later, Aanu and Eba managed to pull the woman loose, still frozen in a smaller block of ice. They got behind the block, braced their arms against it and started to push. The slippery, icy bottom of the slab made the journey easier as it slid across the ground, but it still took a long time. They crossed the tundra and returned through the frozen forest to head back to camp. By the time the two hunters made it back to their tribe, the sun was setting, and the others were starting the fire.

The tribe’s encampment was at the edge of a large lake, the ground powdered with snow from the icy hills that surrounded them. There were 6 round tents made of pelts all in a circle around a large fireplace, with the tribe members milling about between them. Some were washing their pelts, some collecting berries, and some were tending to the fire.

The other futa women in the tribe all stopped what they were doing to watch the two hunters return with the chunk of ice, now slightly melting. They gathered around, gawping at and ogling the futa within and her large appendages. Aanu guided the block next to the fire to leave it to thaw, then followed Eba to grab some of the food the others managed to collect during the day. She needed to have some angry words about the botched hunt.

~

Later that night, everyone in the tribe drifted to sleep to the sound of water dripping off the ice block melting next to the fire. As the icy brick slowly liquified, the futa encased within began to regain some feeling. Her fingers curled, her eyes blinked, and her toes clenched; she was awake. As the frozen water got thinner, she broke herself free and stretched, her joints popping as she limbered up after over a hundred years of frozen slumber. She took a moment to warm by the fire, starting up at the moon hanging high in the night sky.

As her internal warmth spread through to her extremities, and as her feeling returned, she felt how full her balls were. Many years of building tuzla escort spunk had been brewing in her nuts, and she needed release, badly. She slinked with surprising grace around the tribe’s encampment, stroking her cock as she went to investigate the tents made of warm pelts that dotted the camp.

Moving aside the curtain that guarded the entrance of one tent, she looked around inside, finding two sleeping futas, Aanu and Eba. They were both stripped naked of their clothes, huddled together for warmth, having made up after their argument that evening following Eba’s failed hunt. The hyper-hung futa grabbed Aanu by her ankle and dragged her out of the tent, pulling her outside before straddling the smaller girl and dropping her heavy dick onto her chest.

The sudden disturbance woke Aanu up, blinking into the firelight and staring up in awe at the frozen goddess sitting on her. She looked down, coming face-to-head with her leviathan cock, already dribbling precum all over Aanu’s comparatively meagre bust. For a moment she was terrified, afraid at the thought of what this giant cock would do to her, but then as she breathed in her nose was swamped with the strong salty smell of her pre.

The scent marinated her mind, triggering a lust she’d never felt before! Her body moved without thought, and she pushed her small tits together to cover what little of the log of meat lying on her chest she could, and she started to lick across the head, slurping up precum as she went. The hyper futa moaned, throwing her head back; she was basking in the joy of having her member sucked after so long, and it wouldn’t be long until she got to reach her long awaited climax.

As Aanu continued to slobber over the giant cock, she began to squeeze the hyper futa’s cumtanks between her thighs, forcing even more precum to spurt all over her face. The hyper’s cock got harder and bigger, swelling out further up the smaller futa’s torso. She kept kissing and sucking as much of the head as she could, before the hyper’s balls rumbled and tensed up.

Aanu could feel the giant urethra on the monolith’s underside bulge out as a surge of thick cum began to gush up the log of cock, before it shot from the tip like a fire hose. It blasted Aanu across her face, gumming up her hair and flooding the tent behind her. It was so thick and forceful she could hear it burst out, even over the hyper’s shouting as she loudly groaned in pleasure.

The surge of jizz kept coming for minutes, the futa’s balls seemingly overflowing with backed-up spunk. From within the tent Eba groggily emerged, coated from head to toe in the jism which was still flooding her sleeping quarters. She seemed to be in a trance, hypnotized by the smell and taste of the cum she was painted in. She locked eyes with the pendik escort hyper as their orgasm finally started to end, and she licked her lips. The monster-sized cock was still hard, painfully so, and Eba’s lust-addled brain knew what to do.

Without thinking she walked straight up to the meat in front of her and forcibly grabbed it, stepping over Aanu on the way, to line it up with her waiting pussy. A brief flicker of hesitation crossed Eba’s mind as she looked down at the volleyball sized head lined up against her waiting cunt, but before she could think twice the bigger futa grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down hard. Her lips opened and she screamed in pleasure, her vagina filled in an instant by the fat intruder.

By now, the other futas of the tribe were woken up by the noise, realising something was happening. One by one they started to appear from their tents, all completely naked, and as they left they were ambushed by the overwhelming smell of the hyper’s emissions. They all fell under the same trance as Aanu and Eba, feeling compelled to join in. Individually they started to approach, stroking their own cocks, and licking their lips.

The hyper barely noticed all the attention of the tribe was on her. She was entirely absorbed in Eba’s body as she ferociously pulled the futa up and down, using her as a human sex toy. As Eba was mercilessly ploughed, her own cock was rock hard and already spurting cum everywhere as her body bounced up and down. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and her mouth was agape, her mind short-circuiting from sheer animalism.

As the two futas went at it, the others came up close and began jerking off, desperate to relieve some of their arousal. They started cumming all over Aanu, Eba, the hyper, and each other as they gradually moved into a mass orgy, with the hyper at the centre. Surrounded by the slapping sounds of sex and the scent of cum, the hyper barrelled into her second climax.

Eba’s stomach was already bulging out, her womb being invaded by the hulking dick, but it quickly bulged out more as it became flooded with gooey nut sludge. Her womb ballooned outwards with seed, inflating bigger and bigger until Eba was dwarfed by her own belly. The hyper grunted as her orgasm ended after several minutes, and she took a moment to relish the feeling of her still hard cock engulfed in her own cum.

She slowly pulled her length out, inch by inch, until her colossal schlong came free and she dropped Eba to the floor. The smaller futa dropped to the ground, making a hefty *thud* and sending a wobble through her distended belly. As soon as the thick, fat cock was released to the open air, lathered in goopy jizz and girlcum, the other tribe-futas whipped into a frenzy. They leapt forward on their hands and knees and started fighting over who got to devour the cum from the meaty rod.

The hyper hung futa turned around to sit on the swollen belly of Eba, and watched the sun rise over the horizon as the tribe started to suck and fuck her massive rod. She felt her balls begin to seethe again with a new load, and she smiled.

After so long in the ice, she was going to enjoy herself.