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Chapter 4: Tiffany, Dee Dee & Mystique

The trio of women arrived at Tiffany’s quarters.  Despite the eagerness she felt for the afternoon of incredible sex she knew would follow, Tiffany managed to restrain her desires and ask some questions to Mystique as she and Dee Dee undressed. “So how’d you become a shape-shifter, Mystique?” “And how much can you do with your powers?” added Dee Dee. “I was born a mutant, and my powers showed up in my teens.  I need to either make eye contact with someone or have photos or video footage of them and I can make a pretty close copy of someone, but it wouldn’t be a perfect or exact match.  If I have the chance to make physical contact with someone for a few moments, then I can mimic them so closely, even an expert couldn’t tell us apart…unless you count these little things.”  Mystique help up her hands to show the special restraints.  She finished removing her clothes and let Dee Dee and Tiffany admire her lovely figure.  “If I’m not deliberately copying someone, I look like this with the dark blue skin.  Once I was an adult, my physiology changed into this.”  Mystique definitely looked different with such a unique skin tone, but she could tell it didn’t deter her new friends at all, judging by their intent stares.  “So, who wants to go first?” “Dee Dee will be happy to do it with you first, while I get ready,” said Tiffany, gently push-ing her friend towards her.  “After all, it was your idea to use that funky Vectran ‘love gas’ out there in the auditorium.” “Okay, so I’ll admit there’s a few wrinkles in the software I’ve got to iron out,” grumbled Dee Dee. “I knew something was up when I saw Rogue and Storm both lose control so quickly.  But even without that ‘love gas’, I’ve always been willing to try new things.”  She reached out and clasped Dee Dee’s hands.  “This won’t hurt a bit, sweetie.”  There was a moment of silence as Mystique absorbed the details of Dee Dee’s face and figure. “Okay, we’re about the same height and you’re only a little bustier than I am, so that’s no problem for me.  But as for that ‘surprise package’ between your legs…it’s harder for me to duplicate body parts that I don’t already have and aren’t used to using…but I think I’m up to the challenge.” Mystique concentrated and suddenly her body transformed from head to toe, until she was a mirror image of Dee Dee, perfect in every detail.  Dee Dee stared in awe at what appeared to be her own reflection, until Mystique placed her hands on her shoulders.

“Now I know how the other amazons and especially the new girls feel when they see me for the first time,” she thought, looking at her own incredibly thick cock only inches away from her face.  “It’s a good thing I developed all the hormones and vitamins we take, so we can handle pieces of meat this huge.” Mystique looked at her heavenly form in the mirror.  Dee Dee was fascinated as she watched Mystique’s cock grew beyond a foot long, stroked by what appeared to be her own hands. “Dee Dee,” Tiffany interrupted, “Perhaps you could get her cock nice and wet.  After all, how’s she supposed to fuck your heavenly ass if it’s not all nice and lubricated?” “Get on your knees on the bed, Dee Dee.  I want to see how the other half lives.”  Mystique was now fully erect, and all fourteen inches were on display in front of Dee Dee.  The real Dee Dee opened her mouth, and started sucking her off, the huge cockhead disappearing easily inside her mouth.  Tiffany had kept quiet, but now had brought herself fully erect, slowly fondling her cock and balls as she watched the two of them together.   Now Tiffany moved so she was standing next to Mystique, letting her grope her huge melons, and the two of them kissed passionately, their tongues dancing as Dee Dee continued to suck her off.  For a moment, Dee Dee alternated between giving loving attention to both of their shafts, but then she stopped.  Mystique smiled to herself as she now knew she had all the information to make herself a perfect clone of Tiffany when the time was right. “As talented as I may be, I can’t really give these cocks they deserve, two at a time like this.  And didn’t you say you wanted to see ‘how the other half lives’, Mystique?” “Indeed I did, honey.  I think I’ll move to the other end of you and see what kind of fun I can have with you there.”

Once she was in position, Mystique moaned, as she ground her hips against Dee Dee’s body seductively, letting her huge prick lay along her backside, amazed at its size and weight.   “Quit teasing me,” the real Dee Dee panted out accusingly, as her lustful young body reacted to Mystique’s fondling. “Anything worth having is worth waiting for, sweetie.”  Dee Dee let out a loving grunt as Mystique wrapped her arms around her waist.  The feeling of Mystique’s body against her own, combined with feeling the touch of her own cock was sending shivers of delight up and down Dee Dee’s spine.   A big pearly drop of pre-cum oozed out of Mystique’s shiny cockhead.  She rubbed it over her glans and then on Dee Dee’s anal lips, making the sensation hot, slick and feel oh, so wonderful.

The real Dee Dee let out a slight moan, as Mystique’s hands rubbed her ass cheeks. Seeing this ‘dual action’ caused Tiffany’s cock to grow even harder, and long strands of pre-cum oozed out Dee Dee’s mouth as she struggled to pay equal attention to her.   As more and more of Tiffany’s sweet sticky pre-cum oozed and went down her throat, Dee Dee squealed in delight while her hot mouth slid over her pulsing cockhead.  Tiffany became even more aroused and continued to slide more and more of her throbbing length into the real Dee Dee. “That feels so good,” Tiffany moaned loudly in pleasure, hips bucking slightly as her body reacted lustfully to Dee Dee’s attention.  Biting her lips as the pleasure of Dee Dee’s hot wet mouth made her cockhead grow wider as her arousal grew, as those silky soft lips slid farther and farther down on her throbbing pole.  The genuine Dee Dee briefly slid her mouth off of Tiffany’s tasty cock to try and look at Mystique.  “I’m glad your enjoying yourself back there…” “This feels incredible!  You must get to do it all the time, but it’s a first for me,” Mystique confessed as she favored Dee Dee with a huge smile.  “Would you like it in your sexy tail hole, sweetie?” Mystique asked, flashing Dee Dee a teasing smile, even as her long stud stick bounced up and down eagerly on Dee Dee’s rump, splattering more sparkling pre-cum over her.  There was a touch of hesitation in her voice.  Being new on the Island, Mystique had never seen any dick as big as Dee Dee’s, much less Tiffany’s, and had to wonder if her new partner was ready for anal sex with something this huge. “Well, that is one of the ways I like it…”  Dee Dee replied. “She’s had me in there as well as Ebony,” Tiffany explained.  “Don’t worry, you’re not gonna hurt her.” “Gee, thanks…remind me to return the favor to you sometime, Tiffany.” Mystique stood over Dee Dee’s rump, while she wedged her big blunt cockhead firmly between her sleek buttocks, the oozing mushroom-shaped head leaking hot slick pre-cum onto the smooth dry rim of her anus.  Carefully Mystique leaned her weight against Dee Dee’s anal pucker, pushing it open slowly as her eyes rolled in pleasure at the heat and silky sensation on her erection.  The real Dee Dee let out a low moan as Mystique pushed further and deeper into her sexy pink pucker.

“Oh…just how I like it…great work, girl,” Dee Dee moaned.  Panting heavily, Mystique’s strong hips pushed her big cock deeper and deeper into Dee Dee, letting out a long gusty sign of ecstasy, as her shiny stud stick sank over halfway in.  With another strong push, she was now buried balls deep into the real Dee Dee’s fine ass. “Damn, you’re so tight,” Mystique puffed lustfully, as she pounded her thick cock into Dee Dee’s ass harder and faster.   At the front of Dee Dee, Tiffany moaned as she arched her back, trying to hold off from cumming as long as she could, her fat pink, fully erect member thumping deeper into Dee Dee’s throat with every thrust into her.  Grunting with pleasure, her balls began to slap against Dee Dee’s chin as she was claimed from both ends by the two of them. Now the trio of women settled into a symphony of sexual pleasure: Tiffany being sucked off and Mystique enjoying the feeling of fucking someone with a cock for the first time.

After several minutes of pure bliss, Mystique had to stop and catch her breath. “This is indescribable, it feels so good!” exclaimed Mystique, as she paused in her hump-ing of Dee Dee’s rump.  “But now it’s time for part two!”  She clenched her teeth, and suddenly Mystique had changed herself into a perfect copy of Tiffany, while still being inside of Dee Dee. There was a startling moment of reaction from her partners.  Dee Dee gasped as she suddenly felt Tiffany’s much huger prick inside of her, but she was more than used to this from previous experience.  The sensation of suddenly having so much extra cock inside of her was unnerving for a moment, but Tiffany’s prick also wasn’t as thick as her own.  The real Tiffany’s eyes popped open as she now felt like she was looking into a mirror, seeing her own face and figure, with her dick wedged in Dee Dee’s butt. “Now you know how I felt, when she did that to me earlier,” Dee Dee teased Tiffany. “Whoa!” exclaimed Mystique.  “Having to recreate that super schlong of yours, as well as these two gazongas you call breasts…I nearly threw my back out!  How do you manage to walk around looking like this and not tip over?” “It takes a lot of practice,” was all the real Tiffany could think of to say.

Wrapping her arms around Dee Dee’s sleek torso, Mystique’s fingers reached around to begin fondling her hard on.  Gathering some of the slick pre-cum on her fingers, Mystique mov-ing them up and down Dee Dee’s aching hard length, stroking her in time with the genuine Tiffany’s passionate thrusting in and out of Dee Dee’s hot sweet mouth.  Panting and grunting Mystique’s pleasure grew with each hard fuck thrust as she mastered using Tiffany’s larger prick. “You’re so beautiful…I wish I could do this every day!” Mystique moaned through her clenched teeth, as one hand left Dee Dee’s hips slithering up over her taut belly to find her huge boobs and tweak her erect nipples.  Passionate whines escaped from Dee Dee, and her legs quivered beneath her as Mystique’s long cock continued to pump in and out of her wide- stretched anus. “Well, if you you stick around here, I think we could make that happen,” the real Tiffany panted.  Dee Dee moaned louder, as Tiffany reached out and rubbed her nipples.  Dee Dee’s trembling arms nearly collapsed under her, the front end of her sexy body trembling with a pleasureful look on her face. “My own personal riding pony, huh?” Mystique grinned lewdly, as her hard crotch slap-ped louder and louder against Dee Dee’s sleek round ass.  “Somehow, I don’t think Storm and Rogue are gonna go along with that, though.”  Mystique’s big cock tensed and throbbed wildly within Dee Dee’s body.  Her nostrils flared wider, their bodies grinding and mashing against one another more and more lustfully, as their sexual excitement reached new heights. 

Mystique thrusted her hips, fucking her mighty cock hard against Dee Dee’s pleasure gland.  Mystique moaned as her strong hips bucked and slammed against her firm tight ass savagely.  Dee Dee pinched and tweaked her own hard nipples, stroking Tiffany’s long hard cock, then reaching out and squeezing Tiffany’s balls almost unpleasantly tight as she became more excited.   “Fuck…I’m gonna…” Mystique whined, as her strong young body slammed back harder and faster against Dee Dee’s hard rutting hips.  The real Tiffany struggled to hold back just a moment longer, her pleasure peaking higher and higher. “Fill me up,” Dee Dee invited, even as Mystique’s firm testicles swelled up within their sac, as her long throbbing cock surged and erupted.  Wave after wave of hot jism was pumped into Dee Dee’s anus.  On the other end, Tiffany pulled out of Dee Dee’s mouth, her big cock-head flaring wide, as she unloaded gush after hot creamy gush onto Dee Dee, some of the sperm dribbling down to the clean white sheets.  Even as Mystique’s long cock pounded her smooth hot hole, Dee Dee was whining in joy along with her.  Mystique continued blasting her load deep within her sexy body, as the two of them bumped and ground a minute longer. Finally, Mystique pulled back out of Dee Dee, surprised that it took her multiple steps to be able to extract the full length of Tiffany’s prick.  Stroking her cock, she was able to shoot off one last burst of jism that traveled from Dee Dee’s rear all the way to the real Tiffany, splattering all over her huge boobs.

“I’ve never seen anything shoot off like that,” she gasped as she relaxed on her back against the headboard, and returned to her normal dark blue skin appearance. Tiffany and Dee Dee gave her deadpan looks.  Mystique was going to learn about some of the amazons the hard way.  Dee Dee crawled up next to her on the pillows, with Tiffany on the other side.  Throughout the sex session, Dee Dee had deliberately avoided stroking her own cock and not let herself cum.  She proudly displayed her prick to her partners, letting it point up from her crotch towards the ceiling. While it was nowhere as long as Tiffany’s erection, Dee Dee’s prick was much thicker and had a network of fine veins running along the shaft.  By now her two nuts had swollen to the size of two softballs.  No words were necessary as Dee Dee began stroking her shaft with one hand and squeezing her nuts with the other.  In less than a minute, Dee Dee’s stomach grew taut with suspense, and she began emitting moans of pleasure far more intense than anything she’d made while she sucked and fucked.  Mystique knew what was about to happen and became absorbed as she watched Dee Dee’s prick and moved in for a closer view. “I wouldn’t get too close if I were you…” Tiffany cautioned Mystique. The blue-skinned mutant seemed to pay no attention until Dee Dee gave a high-pitched scream that signaled she was about to erupt.  A massive fountain of jism spewed out of Dee Dee’s prick like a fountain going off for the first time, traveling over five feet straight up and nearly hitting the ceiling.  Mystique could only gape in awe as stream after stream came out of Dee Dee, some of the hot sperm coming down to land on her face and body.  She tried to count the number of times Dee Dee shot off, but gave up when some of the cum nearly landed in her eyes, obscuring her vision.  Judging by the amount of time that passed and the condition of the bed covers, it had to have reached double digits. By now, Dee Dee had caught her breath and looked at Mystique with satisfaction.  “Too bad you didn’t stay in my form long enough to experience this,” she gasped. “I never would’ve thought you could do what you just did, girl,” Mystique admitted. “We’re just full of surprises here on the Island,” said Tiffany.  “And one of the very most important ones is ‘staying power’.”  Tiffany had shot off only just before Dee Dee.  They each got up from the bed and stood in front of Mystique.  Both of the amazon’s cocks were still rock hard, almost looking like they were demanding still more attention.

“If you thought that last episode was something special, get ready for ‘round two’, honey,” said Dee Dee. “While it was cute that you imitated us while we did it with you, now you’re gonna get to have it done to you by the real thing,” said Tiffany.  “Since you’re our guest, I’ll be sporting and let you choose which one of us bangs your pussy, and which one fills your ass.” By now Mystique’s mutant metabolism had allowed her to recover.  “All right girls, I’m sorry for pulling the old ‘doppelganger’ trick on you two, and it’s only fair that I pay the price.”She paused as she considered her next words.  “I’ve got a little psychic ability and caught on really quick to what kind of ‘business’ you do here on the Island.  How about if I change into various celebrities while we do it, and you can either save it for your private collection or put it on the web later, if you’re not afraid of lawsuits?” Tiffany and Dee Dee whispered together for a moment.  They each had fantasies about doing it with famous people; some had passed away and some simply wouldn’t consider having the kind of sex that went on at the Island.  But with someone like Mystique offering to fully co-operate…it definitely presented more possibilities.  After a few moments, they came up with a short list of ‘requests’ for Mystique.

“Those all sound like they’ll be a lot of fun, and I’m pretty sure I can pull them off for you.  But since I’ll be doing a lot of changing, I can’t duplicate those bazookas between your legs at the same time I’m imitating them…even us mutants have our limits, you know.” “That’s fair enough,” said Tiffany.  “Nobody complained that Toppsy and Lulu never had dicks of their own when we started releasing the films we made when we had them here and had our way with them.” Mystique raised her brows.  “And I thought superheroes had weird names…” “They’re two dancers or strippers that we had some fun with,” explained Dee Dee.  “If you’re here long enough, we’ll show you some ‘home movies’.” “Never mind that, Dee Dee,” said Tiffany.  “It’s time for your first challenge, Mystique.  I want to see you look like Marilyn Monroe in that movie with the white dress, ‘Seven Year Itch’.” “Ooh, a fan of the classics are we?  I must say you girls have good taste.”  Mystique knitted her brows.  Suddenly a spitting image of Marilyn was standing before them in the infamous dress.  “Too bad we don’t have something to blow my skirt up, like in the film.” “Fantastic!” exclaimed Dee Dee.  “Now make her boobs bigger…larger than mine, but not as huge as Tiffany’s.” “You never complained about these before, smart-aleck,” Tiffany retorted. “You two are just like kids in a candy shop,” laughed Mystique, as she made the request-ed change. “And as for blowing something up your skirt, we’ll take care of that, no problem,” Tiffany stroked her hard-on. “Tiffany, you get to fill my pussy for this scene; Dee Dee, my back door is open for you.” Relatively normal sex followed next.  Tiffany and Dee Dee knew that just having some-thing like this on film in the first place would be a bonus for their web site.  They also knew that they’d have to pace themselves, to be able to film so many fantasy scenes in one day. After a rigorous session of double penetration action, Dee Dee and Tiffany pulled out and  shot off onto Marilyn’s face and dress. “I’ve gotta admit, that white dress of Miss Monroe’s is a classic,” said Mystique as they took a brief respite. “Yeah, but would she ever have been able to clean off this much cum in real life?” laughed Tiffany.

“For your next trick, I’ve gotta see Raquel Welch in that ‘caveman’ film she made in the 1960’s,” Dee Dee requested. “Oh, I think I remember that one,” said Mystique.  “The movie itself was supposed to be crapola, but they must’ve sold a million posters of Raquel wearing that ‘bikini’.  You know, I can picture her face, but if I had some pictures of her I could do a really killer job for you.” “Just hold tight, honey.”  Dee Dee went to Tiffany’s PC, entered a few keystrokes to bring up a new screen to gain access and found some images on the Internet. “Since when do you know my password for my computer, smarty pants?” asked Tiffany. “Because Ebony and I set these all up and set up a ‘back door’ to have access to them, in case we ever needed to, that’s why.” Tiffany made a mental note to discuss this further with Dee Dee later; she didn’t want to shatter the mood now. “Trouble in paradise, girls?” Mystique teased.  “Don’t worry, I’ve got just the thing to take your mind off that…take a look at this.”  Standing before them was Raquel in all her glory, wear-ing the tattered rags that somehow stayed in place during the film.  Mystique knew by now that her partners wanted to see her with fuller boobs, so she augmented herself to roughly the size of Busty Dusty or Pandora Peaks for this scene. For this scene, they alternated between one fucking Raquel normally as she sat on their hips on the bed; the other shoved her huge prick down Miss Welch’s throat for some nice blow-job scenes.  For the climax, both Tiffany and Dee Dee shot off at close range on her face and chest. “Once this one is ready to post, I think we’ll call it ‘One Million Years DD’,” laughed Dee Dee. “Now for the next scene, you wouldn’t believe how many requests we’ve gotten to have Dolly Parton in some kind of action with us,” said Tiffany. “But she’s one of those gals that we could never lure here, and while she still looks good, she’s getting on in years,” added Dee Dee.  “Make yourself look like Dolly when she was in her twenties, and make her boobs even bigger than you were just now.” “Yeah, we get requests for nothing but tittyfuck scenes for her, if we could ever pull it off,”  Tiffany remarked.  “It’s like guys forget she has other places to have fun with.” “The only problem is who gets to do it first with her…”  Tiffany and Dee Dee looked at each other jealously. “I think I know just the trick that’s needed here, ladies.  Be patient, because it’ll take a minute or two to work up to it, but I think I can make you both happy at the same time.”  After resting for a few moments, Mystique changed into the country superstar, but with a big differ-ence…she was now seven foot tall! Tiffany and Dee Dee were flabbergasted.  For the time being, Tiffany’s claim to having one of the biggest sets of tits on the Island was shattered.  Each mountainous melon on Dolly was nearly twice the size of each of Tiffany’s breasts. The new Dolly laid down on her back on the bed, waved seductively and imitated her voice with a southern drawl.  “What are yuh waitin’ fer girls?  I told ya I’d find a way tuh make both of ya happy at once, didn’t I?” With Mystique imitating Dolly in this huge size, there was enough room for both of them to straddle her chest at the same time, and sandwich their huge cocks between the vast globes of flesh.  Dee Dee’s somewhat smaller prick was instantly absorbed by her knockers.  Tiffany briefly frowned when she saw that even her huge pole was completely hidden by all of the breast flesh. “C’mon girls, use yer imagination,” Dolly cooed at them.  “Just scrunch up a little closer tuh me, and aim those dicks of yers a little higher.”  Once they did this Tiffany and Dee Dee could begin to see their cockheads poke out from the doughy valley of Dolly’s new knockers.

They settled in and gave Dolly a nice long, tittyfuck, taking turns to let one have the best position, while the other sucked and teased on her huge nipples.  After each of them had shov-ed her dick through Dolly’s cleavage numerous times, Tiffany and Dee Dee could feel them-selves coming to the point of release.  They each shot off onto the ‘new’ Dolly’s tits, painting them liberally, even at their new larger size.  Each girl was so turned on, they still had enough left to nearly gag Mystique as they leaned closer to shove their cockheads into her mouth.  In her larger size, Dolly had no problems engulfing them both and swallowed nearly every drop. By this time, Mystique could tell that even her mutant powers were reaching the point of being exhausted.  Dee Dee and Tiffany had other ideas, and were still bubbling with various suggestions about who she should turn into next. “I wanna see her as Elvira next,” said Dee Dee. “Forget that, you already got to do it with the real thing, remember?” replied Tiffany.  “How about turning back into Ginger, like you did when we first met?” “How about becoming a Valkyrie warrior?” “I can see that I’ve created a monster here,” thought Mystique.  “If these two have their way, they won’t stop until I’ve passed out.”  After thinking for a moment, she came up with a way to finish things.  The new Dolly began squeezing her nipples, shooting off streams of milk into the air, which Tiffany and Dee Dee couldn’t help but try and catch in their mouths.  They quickly gravitated to clamping their mouths over her enormous nipples and sucked more and more milk-nectar from them.  When they finally stopped, the two amazons looked like they were staggeringly drunk as they got up from Dolly and looked around the room. “Who’s the tit monster…I mean, who’s the girl with the monster titties?” babbled Dee Dee. “I dunno, but I think we’ll have shum more fun with her,” slurred Tiffany.  “C’mere girlie…I wanna get somethin’ straight between ush…” as she fondled her prick. “Good grief,” thought Mystique.  “They’re like two boxers who don’t know when to quit.”  Despite everything they’d been through, their cocks were still hard and erect.  “If I ever want to get out of here, I’ll have to resort to some stronger tactics.”  She thought for a moment and then came up with another idea. Mystique concentrated and quickly changed herself in to a normal-sized version of lovely Lieutenant Uhura from Star Trek, filling out her shapely red uniform with even bigger boobs than  were ever shown on the old TV series. In their current state, neither Tiffany or Dee Dee could really comprehend what was happening, but like drunks stumbling out of a bar, almost everything seemed hilarious to them. Dee Dee finally recognized her, and imitated like she was holding a communicator.  “Beam me up, Shcotty.  There’s no intelligent life on thish planet.” “Boy, you can say that again,” Mystique thought.  “It’s been fun, but it’s time to say good-bye.”  She moved between the two inebriated blonde vixens, wrapped her arms around their shoulders, and gave her best imitation of the Vulcan nerve pinch.  To her surprise, both Dee Dee and Tiffany collapsed and fell to the bed almost immediately. “Well, what do you know?  It really does work…thank you, Spock.” As she left Tiffany’s quarters in search of Rogue and Storm, Mystique realized that her two partners were so plastered, almost anything would have put them down and out.  “That last little bit will make a perfect scene for their ‘blooper reel’ if they ever decide to release a video.” After the incredible afternoon of sex, Storm, Rogue and Mystique had the Island to them-selves.  The other amazons were either still having sex in their rooms, while Dee Dee, Clyda, Tiffany and Ebony were all left incapacitated after a bout of sex with meta-humans. Since the Island was outside of the ‘borders’ of the Bermuda Triangle, and after sitting for several hours and allowing the quinjet’s systems to reboot, it now functioned normally again, and Rogue and Storm resumed their trip home with Mystique still their prisoner.

Ebony awoke first in her room, to find herself alone.  A glance at her PC showed that the quinjet had left the Island, presumably taking the three mutants with it.  Ebony grimaced as she looked at her wet, stringy hair after being drenched by Storm’s weather powers.  “My hair’ll dry out in a little while.  It’s time to have some words with Dee Dee.” As she strode through the corridors, she was joined by Clyda, who raised her eyebrows in surprise when she saw her hair.  “Let’s just say that Storm lived up to her name…literally, in-side my room.” “At least she only messed with your hair,” replied Clyda.  “That girl Rogue was some kind of bloody absorbing woman!  She somehow took my cock and balls away from me, and then gave them back to me at the end.  I thought Dee Dee was going to need to do another oper-ation on me.” “And here’s Tiffany’s quarters now.”  Ebony tried the door, unlocked after Mystique had made her exit.  Tiffany and Dee Dee were coming awake after being put through the wringer by Mystique.

“After what just happened, I don’t want anybody wearing any costumes when I have sex,” Tiffany grumbled.  “I’m probably gonna have nightmares after all this…” Once she was fully awake, Dee Dee was fully aware at just how upset her three friends were with her.  Clyda and Ebony gave short summaries of what had happened. “I’ll make this short and sweet, little miss mad scientist,” said Tiffany.  “Ordinarily, I like having a good time as much as any girl on this Island.  But you’ve got to give us some more warning before using that Vectran ‘love gas’ again.” “While we all like doing it with new girls,” added Clyda, “we can’t let things spin out of control like they did today.  I almost wound up like I did when I first came to the Island!” “We’ve been friends for an awfully long time, Dee Dee,” Ebony warned her.  “Don’t screw things up like this again.” “Okay, girls, I get the message.  As soon as I get back to my lab, I’ll make some tweaks to the program.”

Back in her lab, as she sat in front of her computer, Dee Dee experienced an epiphany.  During the afternoon of sex with Mystique and Tiffany, Dee Dee’s ability to absorb sexual energy had a bizarre effect while doing it with the shape changer. Dee Dee’s fingers began to blur across the keyboard as she began creating a new software program that would let her mimic some of Mystique’s chameleon-like powers in a CGI application.  “If this does what I think it can do, it’ll take things to a whole new level and we won’t have to worry about any adverse effects on the girls.”

The Chateau

A few years earlier I purchased what was once a fine chateau atop a hill overlooking the Moselle River. It was surrounded by thick forest, occasional clearings and genial brooks. Two main levels, an extensive attic with gable windows, and a few cellars. Fireplaces in every room. Good floors that creaked only a little. A long, curving, rutted drive leading from a road that ran along the river, between Metz and Pont-à-Mousson. Only forty rooms, as the agent said, but perfect to refurbish.

He thought he had unloaded a disaster onto a fool, since I paid cash for it. And even more foolish on my part was how there were now rumors of war with Germany, since the frontier was not so very far away. Only an idiot would put down hard-earned money for such a place.

Except, I knew something they did not.

Actually, Loronce did. And it was at his encouragement that I considered it.

“It would be smart to have a place where we could center ourselves,” he had told me. “A headquarters, if you prefer.”

“But currently we travel to where the food is,” had been Tellis’ response.

“And do not remain long enough for anyone to wonder much about us,” Doric had added.

“Loronce was not born with gypsy blood,” Gregory had chuckled.

Which was true. Loronce had been the indentured servant of a moneylender in York when he was taken by Prior Pious. It just before the millennium and he’d been alone on a high balcony of the man’s home, considering jumping off. Seems his master had caught him being buggered by the drunkard son of the magistrate and had run to the Bishop to turn him in, to be burned for sodomy. Of course, the son would not be subject to any punishment; his father would happily bribe the church to do nothing against him. Quite the choice — a fiery death or eternal life with me.

And it’s true, Doric and Tellis were from a gypsy encampment that was under attack by villagers the following century. Not far from Salisbury, as I understand. One of those appallingly human instances of being so fearful of strangers that you had to kill them. So under the cloak of night they had slaughtered the men, raped the women before enslaving them and their children, and set the tents and carts ablaze.

My two lads had survived the raid only because they had snuck off to be together, in private. Something they knew even their families would not approve of. They had returned in time to find themselves orphaned and had been grabbed by the mob, bound, beaten, and nearly burned at the stake. They had been saved by Prior Pius setting the village church on fire. When the human monsters had hurried back to stop the flames, he’d carried Doric and Tellis off.

Doric was turned, immediately, because he had been badly hurt. Tellis agreed to join with them, then they had exacted revenge on those who’d slaughtered their families. Some of the stories the two would tell could be wonderfully intense, made more-so because Prior Pious merely watched as he fed on the town master’s fat wife.

“The world is becoming ever smaller,” Loronce had said, and in a condescending tone, I might add. “Industry drawing people to cities. Telegraph communications. Newspapers. Letters passing quickly, everywhere. Carriages, trains and ships travelling at twice the speed they used to. We need a place we can not only retreat to, but that helps the locals believe that we are not marauders out to loot and pillage in the night.”

“Even though that’s what we do,” Stephane had chuckled.

“But won’t you need to change your manner of foraging?” Meron had asked. He was a doùlos, not a vampire, but his input had proven useful on many an occasion. “Currently, you have the flexibility to appear where the best feeding will be.”

“If we find a location with rooms enough,” Gregory had all but purred, “we could always lay up stores.” And the wickedness in his grin was very telling.

“Then it would need to be away from any city,” Reyndahl had said. “A country estate. Isolated, but understandably so. A way to keep prying eyes, and ears, out of our business.”

At that, Stephane had nodded. “They are making more and more laws against anything and everything, with men to enforce them. I hear the Tsar has even established a secret police to work out of St. Petersburg. Help him control his population.”

“Oh, that’s a way to build loyalty to the crown,” I had sneered.

“England is doing the same,” had been Reyndahl’s comment.

“Only in Ireland and the colonies,” Gregory had smiled. “Can’t have the English thinking they’re being spied upon. At least, so far as they are aware.”

“There will be war here,” Stephane had said, “the way both Paris and Berlin are yapping. Like excited poodles. This area will figure into their battles. Much of it is flat and arable, but also perfect for armies to go head to head.”

“That would be good for Tellis,” Meron had added. “Plenty of fertilizer to enrich the land. But what about in the future? Wars are becoming fewer on the continent.”

“But greater,” Gregory had shrugged.

“There is always crime in the cities,” Reyndahl had said.

“And fighting in the Balkans,” Doric had added.

“Plenty to feed on, there.”

“Too bad they’re not worth anything more than that,” Loronce had smirked.

“You’re too picky,” Stephane had said.

“I think they have tasty blood in that region,” Gregory had purred. “And some lovely men.”

“And Austro-Hungary has a great deal of interest in the area, now that Bismarck’s lording it over them. Perhaps too much. I wouldn’t be surprised if it finally leads to another war.”

“I like the notion of keeping livestock,” I’d added. “The chateau’s cellars were used for wine and to keep meat and vegetables cool.”

“I never drink wine,” Gregory had snickered, “but the meat…”

Tellis had swatted him, laughing.

So I had agreed to the purchase. But not only as a residence. It was also to be a center for our growing business dealings. I had always been wary of doing anything that would tie my pack down to one area, but with commerce growing more and more worldwide, it looked more and more like our gypsy-like lifestyle was a dead-end path to follow. I’d learned Gabrielle was doing the same, becoming part owner of a munitions manufacturer in Poland as well as with one in England.

So appropriate for her.

Gregory had joined Loronce and myself at the chateau and liked the look of it. Reyndahl had followed him but was not so agreeable. He had walked along each floor, looked out each window over the surrounding countryside…well, what could be seen beyond the trees, and finally given a long sigh before finally saying, “I don’t know. What of the land around Strasbourg?”

“Not bad, but not quite as conducive,” Loronce had replied.

Gregory had an I know what you’re up to expression on his face as he said to Reyndahl, “I noticed a couple of chateaux near there, if you really want to look.”

“This one is best,” said Loronce. “Not far from good hunting. And when that war’s done, you’ll be able to purchase the surrounding land for next to nothing.”

“Won’t that depend on which side wins?” I’d asked, just to be contrary. Thanks to Gregory and Stephane, I had grown to know too much about the respective abilities of the French and the Germans to have any doubt. “And do you really think this is the only place they will fight each other?”

Loronce rolled his eyes, irritated, but Gregory jumped in with, “As Léonidès has already noted, this chateau has plenty of storage space in the cellar. And Stephane agrees this will be a major route for both armies, even without battles. And Berlin will want to take Paris and Paris, Berlin, but still…”

“The former might happen,” Reyndahl had growled. “The latter never will.”

Tellis hurried in, happily chiming, “They have nice garden areas blocked off, at this one. I’d like to grow flowers. Lilies of the valley. Poppies.”

“Those are a weed,” Doric had laughed, directly behind him.

“Not the way I plant them.”

Then Reyndahl sighed, still growling, “Security is about the best you will find, for a mere house. But if the locals wanted to burn this place, they could fairly easily.”

“Then we should give them no excuse to,” I’d replied.

“It’s certainly more cost-effective than letting flats and rooms at inns,” Loronce said.

I had laughed. As if money was an issue for us, by that point. Deposits in banks that were then allowed to use them for investments had proven profitable. And Stephane’s ability to sus out trends towards financial panics and runs on those banks had protected the large portion of it.

It was at this point that Stephane finally arrived to be part of the discussion. “I met with the heads of a few trades unions in Metz,” he’d said. “In a couple of different restaurants. One even invited me into his home.”

That had made Gregory perk up. “Anything worth feasting on, in there?”

Stephane had just shaken his head at him. “Daughters, only, and he tried to set me up with two of them.”

“Pretty?” Reyndahl had asked. He had always been more inclined towards women than men.

“Both. Fortunately, neither seemed interested in me. Too young.” We all chuckled at that. “But you might have a chance, Ren.”

He’d nodded.

Stephane had continued with, “They never said so, but they think repairing this chateau is laughable. Though they would be happy to take on the jobs as needed. They will overcharge us, of course, but if we work it properly, this will also make them very loyal.”

“What?” Reyndahl was less than impressed. “Them defrauding us will make them like us?”

Stephane had cast him a gentle smile. He liked Reyndahl far more than Reyndahl liked him. “If it’s worked properly, and they know we know they are overcharging but are happy to do so to help them, they could see that as a quiet gesture to help the local economy. My thought is, they would shift from seeing us as rich fools to benevolent neighbors.”

“Perhaps.”

So it was settled. The task for refurbishing and furnishing the place fell to Meron and myself, because we could work during the day without protective covering. The rest prepared their own room to their liking, during the night. We had carpenters, masons, painters and cleaners working dawn to dusk, at which time they were quietly ferried off home in carriages I provided.

Well…except for one well-fitted masonry lad, whom Tellis took a strong liking to and who stayed a bit late, on more than one occasion. Remaining in Tellis’ room, of course. The man may have had a wife and four children, but I caught the light jingle of extra coins in his pockets, more than once, so had an idea of what was happening. Money is an excellent tool for seduction, and Tellis’ un-life was his own. So long as he remained within the Oiym’s boundaries, I honestly did not care what he did or with whom.

Therefore, it was to here I brought young Franz. And I must admit, carrying him was one of my more pleasant experiences. The form of his body against mine. The gentle rhythm of his breath. My only complaint was that we were so close to Mars-le-Tour, it took only moments before I had him laid out on the kitchen table. I would love to have held him for longer.

I set water to heating over the hearth, collected soap and towels and a sleeping shirt, next, and found a bottle of bromine I had taken from an obnoxious surgeon after the first battle. He had been having far too much fun pouring it into open wounds and watching men scream in agony. I was more than happy to stop the sadistic bastard. Besides, a young Dutch colonel I’d become acquainted with during the German campaign against Holland, some years earlier, had mentioned how well bromine did against gangrene. If carefully applied.

I didn’t take the time to enjoy the elegant view of Franz lying there, but washed the poultice away from his head wound with hot water. He would have a very sexy scar, if I let it heal before I turned him. I daubed a bit of the bromine over the cut skin.

He grunted and began to wake. Apparently, it really does hurt, and oh does it stink. I wondered if that was a good thing.

Gregory arrived, then, stripped down to his shirt, trousers and boots.

“He’s awake,” whispered from him.

“How is his mount?”

“Favoring that leg but Tellis is handling him, now. What is that red stain on his forehead?”

I showed him the bottle.

He frowned. “It’s an ugly color.”

“It’s not permanent.”

Franz shifted and his eyes opened. He frowned and started to rise.

“Hold him down,” I said.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Gregory climbed onto Franz to straddle his belly and gripped his elbows to keep him lying on the table.

“No,” Franz said, in German. “No…let me…up…let me go to…to my regiment…“

He was semi-delirious, so I whispered, in German, “Shh, we’re only trying to help you, sir.” Then added, “Gregory, hold his shoulder still.”

He gently took Franz by the throat and bicep and would not let him budge. Then I dribbled a scarce amount of the bromine around the edge of the bullet wound, to let it soak into the poultice.

Franz grunted, in pain, breathing hard and now afraid. He bucked at Gregory but there was no way he was getting free.

I stroked his hair, murmuring, “It’s all right, we’re not going to hurt you. We’re helping you.“

The look on Gregory’s face, however, was not conducive to trust, so Franz only tried to fight harder. His shoulder began to bleed and his voice grew panicked as he begged us to release him. Until he grew woolly in his words. And passed out.

Gregory relaxed, let himself lie against Franz and nestled his face in the crook of the lad’s neck. He let out a long sigh then said, “Oh, this was difficult. Léon, if by any chance you do not want him, I do.”

I could see he was very ready to have taken the struggle to the next level, so I put the bottle aside and ran a hand along his spine, lightly touching.

“You’re a good boy,” I whispered. “Stay good for another hour, I’ll reward you, handsomely.”

His voice was ragged as he whispered. “In what way?”

“Well, if you are no hungrier than I am,” I said, stroking around his lovely ass to encircle his right thigh and tickle his balls. Then stopped. They were enclosed in some odd material.

“What are you wearing?” I asked.

He managed to look at me, a goofy smile on his face as he said, “A Union Suit, from Chicago. It’s the latest thing. Covers me from neck to ankle, like leggings for your entire body.”

“Why?”

“It’s the fashion.” He sat up and back on his haunches, his ass nestling against Franz’s groin. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and removed it to reveal a form-fitting garment made of wool, with an open set of buttons at the neck. And I had to admit, it enhanced his every muscular line, including his nipples. I could not help but reach over and caress them.

A low, happy growl drifted from him. “I assume you like?”

I wrapped a hand around his fine head and pulled him into a kiss. I so loved it when our lips met. Every time was like the first. Every sensation I had felt, then, danced back into my very being. Perhaps it was because he had saved me, at great peril to himself. Perhaps it was because he was my first time with a man. Perhaps it was because, even after eight-hundred years, he was still struck me as unbelievably beautiful. It didn’t matter. I would do all I could to keep him.

Finally, I whispered, “Do you remember how you took me, the first time?”

That made him blink. His look went wary as he nodded.

“Keep this on you. There’s a pool in a stream to the west of Tellis’ gardens…”

“I know it.”

“I want to see how this looks on you, wet.”

“And then…?”

I smiled and took his right hand and moved it around to hold my ass. Oh, how his grin widened. The randy little bastard. So I had to put a finger to his lips and add, “But first, we take care of Franz. Undress him. Wash him. Bind his wounds. And put him to bed in my chamber. You may see what he has but you may not touch.”

Then I kissed him, again.

This time, when I pulled back, his expression was almost ethereal, but still with a glint of mischief in his eye as he murmured, “You’re the boss.”

And squeezed my ass, nice and hard.

We did not undress Franz; we shredded his trousers to reveal linen undergarments buttoned tight around the hips and extending to his knees. They were still wet and clung to his hips and thighs in ways too erotic to describe. The manner in which the muscles of his sides and belly slid into them was heartbreaking. To think he had almost been killed in this idiotic war was too much to contemplate.

I ripped the undergarments away from him to show his dick was not insignificant. It flowed out from a bush of hair darker than what was on his head and maneuvered over his balls like a snake, daring us to touch it.

I did.

Stroked the length of it as Gregory watched. Collected it in my hand to fondle its girth. His balls wound up in my other hand, and the heft in them was promising. I couldn’t help but sigh with anticipation.

“You never did that with mine,” Gregory pretended to whine.

“You did this to me, remember?”

He huffed and puffed and pouted. “That’s beside the point.”

I chuckled. “Wash his legs. I’ll do his body.”

“I’ll bet you will.” Then he poured some hot water into a basin, dipped a cloth in it and rubbed on soap as he said, “It’s fortunate for you I like legs, especially those like his. The form of them; I’ve rarely seen such elegance.” He shot a smirk at me before adding, “Even with you.”

I sneered back as I took my own cloth, mimicked his actions with the water and soap and worked down from Franz’s face and neck to his chest.

Gregory wasn’t done with me, yet. “Do you still plan to turn him, even if he isn’t inclined, like you?”

“I haven’t decided anything, yet.”

“Leeee-onnnn,” he droned. “I am the only one you know whom you cannot fool. I see how your fingers linger as you wash. How your heart grows quick. And your breath shallow.”

“Is that why you would have taken him? Because you knew I would want to, and you would rather he be for yourself?”

“Of course.” He was done with Franz’s feet and working up his calves. “It would be nice to have someone for myself.”

I washed under Franz’s arms and down to his hands, the tone in my voice mocking. “Are you lonely? Even with all of us around you?”

“Ha, ha, ha,” he said, but his tone was not joyful. “I know what you meant, and your comment got me to thinking. You are the only one I feel close to, and that does not extend to more than something occasional. I can enjoy myself with someone I’m about to feed upon, when they’re attractive enough. And sometimes with one of the others, but I understood what you meant when you said you still feel apart from us all, at times.”

My cloth swiped over Franz’s belly, into his navel, and down to his groin. “I thought you and Loronce were partnering.”

“No. He has taken Stephane hunting. And I know they’ve fed together. Which makes sense, I suppose; they are the two most happy handling the world. Learning about it. Knowing about it. Reyndahl loves his solitude, and did from the moment he was turned. Even Prior Pious was surprised to find how standoffish he could be. Tellis and Doric have always been close to each other, which is no surprise, considering the horror of their past.”

“What about Meron?”

He sighed. “I almost wish I had turned him, when I had the chance. I like him. Like having him as our helper. He’s been so good at it, I hesitate to raise the possibility because we would need to find someone to replace him.”

“Still, I could ask the Oiym, for you.”

“I very much doubt they will let you have both Franz and Meron. It would smack of favoritism.”

He was now rinsing soap off Franz’s thighs as I washed his dick and balls. Slowly. Loving the feel of them. Working up a bit of an erection from him. Which Gregory noticed.

“Léonidès, please,” he said, his head bowed. “His blood calls to me. His body torments me.”

“Have you not been with Meron?”

“No. It would be unseemly.”

“How so?”

“We are not equals.”

Just as he and I were not, when we’re together. I hadn’t even considered Gregory might not be completely happy with the arrangement.

“I never thought that would be a difficulty.”

“I am not as complicated as you.”

We rolled Franz onto his belly to clean his back and both were caught at how lovely his ass was. Not too big; not too small; merely elegant in shape and smoothness of skin. Without thinking, Gregory caressed it with his cloth. Then he froze and glanced at me.

I sighed. “I do not mind you touching him, on this side.”

He continued washing Franz’s cheeks, as gentle as you would with a child. I shifted to behind him. Wrapped him in my arms and let my teeth grow just a little before nibbling his neck. He gasped and pulled my arms tighter around him.

Finally, I said, “You have a strong affection for Meron, don’t you?” He nodded. “I will insist the Oiym let you have him. If he wants to.”

“That will bring our number to eight…no, with Franz it will be nine young men. Living together, alone. Without female companionship. People will think that we’re sodomites.”

“Which many countries frown upon. How would you handle that?”

“Switzerland,” he said, as he rinsed off the mounds of Franz’s ass. Twice. A third time.

“They frown upon it, as well.”

“Not in Zurich. Not if you have money enough in Credit Suisse. Which we will.”

Now he caressed Franz’s back with clean hot water as I said, “I like Lloyd’s.”

“By all means, keep that account. It helps us with an Empire upon which the sun never sets. But I think we should shift away from France and Germany.”

“Into St. Petersburg?”

He snorted. “Trust a Russian with our money? Never. Sweden, perhaps.”

I released him and unfurled a towel. “Hold Franz up,” I said, “and I will dry him.”

“Must you be such a bastard?”

“Consider it foreplay, for later.”

He took Franz under the arms and lifted him into a sitting position at the side of the table. Then he said, “His hair.”

I looked and saw the blood in it. And flies. I’d been so focused on his wound, I’d neglected to notice that.

“You can wash that,” I said, drying his legs and crotch.

He laid Franz’s head back in his lap and carefully ran soapy water through the lad’s tresses. Massaging gently. His trousers were soaked by the time he was done rinsing, but the boy looked as fresh and clean as the day he was born.

“I like your idea about Zurich,” I said as I prepared a bandage for the wound on his chest. “The Swiss are so rabidly defense-oriented and proudly neutral. Set it up.”

“Would you want everything in your name? If so, I’ll need you to…”

I cut him off with, “Work it like a corporation, you as a high officer. Parcel out responsibilities, with you on the same level as myself. I will sign whatever documents are needed.”

“I’ll speak with an attorney about how to do that. I know we’ll need a charter. And a board to control future decisions, and have a justification for the business.”

“Or would it be better to arrange it in London?”

“No. Their rules and regulations are nearly impossible to understand. I’d establish an office in Lugano. But keep the banking in Zurich.”

“Why Lugano?”

“One, it’s not obvious,” he said as he rubbed Franz’s head with the towel, “and two, I’ve been working on my Italian. I’ve even dropped down to Italy for dinner, a few times. Unification was quite bloody, but now that Rome is captured, things are much quieter.”

I nearly laughed. “In Italy?”

“Which is why I say Lugano and not Milan.”

I slipped the nightshirt over Franz’s head and down his body. “Whatever you need to do, I will back you.”

Gregory was not looking at me as I lifted the lad into my arms. “So be it,” he said.

“We should have a meeting to discuss the new company. Figure out what we want to do with it. What goods to manufacture. Crops to grow.”

“I would emphasize shipping. Land and sea. Services instead of specifics. But yes, do maintain agriculture, if only to keep Tellis happy.”

“Travel?”

He offered a slight shrug. “It is happening more and more.”

“We can think on it. All of us, can,” I said as I laid Franz back onto the table.

Gregory’s eyes froze on him, then he quietly said, “I hope he brings you what you need.”

“Thank you.”

Then we bound Franz’s wounds and I took him up to my bed.

Surprise Visitor

So if you haven’t ready part 1, I’d suggest you do that first to get some context! 

I was working from my office at home for the rest of the day, and waited for the expected Amazon deliveries. Whilst I was really horny I didn’t want to waste anything, just incase the Amazon driver wanted to have some fun after catching my balls deep inside of my gf’s hairdresser! It had been a fairly hot day, and I didn’t have any team meetings scheduled so was just in a pair of shorts as I sat working away. 

There was a knock at the door, and I bolted upright thinking this might be the driver. I give my soft cock a few strokes so that my bulge would look a bit more impressive as I walked to the door. I took a deep breath, horny but nervous too, but it was all for nothing as it wasn’t him…. This one just passed me the package and walked away! 

Convinced that I wasn’t gonna get any more action for the day, I went back to my computer and logged on to dirty roulette to at least have a decent wank with someone else. 

Nothing else happened that day, or the next, but then today I was working at home again when there was a knock at the door. I wasn’t really thinking about the Amazon man anymore but as I opened the door there he was, package in hand. His mouth dropped open, as did mine and there was a very awkward moment between us. I felt my cock start to swell instantly, but also a massive sense of fear, knowing that the parcel that he had in his hand wasn’t for me but for my gf, and that he could get me into a lot of trouble. I knew that he knew who I was, and so I just had to be open. “About the other day” I said “I would appreciate it if you could not mention it to anyone else who lives here”. 

“Yeah” he replied “it was quite a shock to see”

I glanced down at his crotch and could see that he was starting to grow in his grey shorts. It was now or never, so I asked “did you like what you saw?”

He was nervous as he ummed before saying “I don’t know, but I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve only ever thought about sex with girls, but that gave me a hard dick for the rest of the day”. 

I reached out with my left arm to take the package and with my right I took hold of his other arm, pulling him in from the open door. I placed the package down and closed the door and then touched his chest. “You think you want to explore a little more”

“I’m not sure” he said, but the bulge in his shorts was telling me that he definitely did, so I slid my hand down and started to rub his cock through his shorts. He just stood there, stunned, but as I leant in to kiss him he practically jumped down my throat. I dropped to me knees, pulling his now fully erect 5” cock out from his shorts, giving it a quick shake before taking it in my mouth. 

He let out an instant moan and I could taste his pre straight away, as I instantly took it all the way into my mouth. I looked up at the Eastern European delivery man to see he was still very nervous before devouring his cock again. Suddenly though he pulled out, telling me that he had to go, putting his cock back inside his shorts and opening the door. He practically ran to his van, although, rather embarrassing for him, he realised that hadn’t taken the picture of the parcel so quickly returned, took it and then was gone. 

I returned to my desk, hard and confused. I’d never had complaints about my head before so presumed that he just got scared and did a runner! I tried to concentrate on work for the next few hours but was so horny, so opened up Grindr to see if there was anyone else I could meet up with later. My gf is away for the week with work so I wouldn’t be able to have sex with her. I made a decision that I would only mess about with guys behind her back, never with girls, telling myself that this was ok. 

I was talking to a young lad, and we arranged for him to come over later that night. He had great pics and his ass looked perfect so I was quite excited. I finished work, tidied up the house and jumped into the shower. My cock was hard but I resisted the urge to get myself off. I was just getting dry when there was knock at the door. My Grindr date wasn’t meant to arrive for another hour so I wrapped myself in a towel to see who it was. My face must have dropped as I opened the door because there stood the Amazon man again, but with no packages in his hands. 

“Come in” I said, but he was already half inside anyway. 

“Sorry about earlier” he said, as I closed the door behind him “I just freaked out, and had to get back to work”. 

“No worries” I replied, with my hand reaching out towards him, “sorry if I came on too strong” 

He told me that he couldn’t stop thinking about what he had seen and about the blow job I had started to give him earlier, and that he really wanted to try being with a man. So I leant in and started kissing him again, my hands quickly moving all over his body. I took off his t-shirt to reveal a beautiful fuzzy chest, huge pierced nipples and some muscular arms. It was clear from his physique that he spent time in the gym. He was already hard so I pulled out his cock again and started where I had left off earlier. He was a lot more vocal this time moaning as I took his balls in my mouth. I continued sucking him but could feel that he was getting close, so invited him up to the bedroom, taking my towel off as I went. 

I think the site of my smooth naked body and big dick flipped a switch in him as he started to become more active now pushing me onto the bed and taking my growing cock in his hand, wanking me off whilst forcing his tongue deep in my mouth and then down to my hard cock. He was a good kisser but very forceful, which was good because his cock sucking skills weren’t great, but in the moment I didn’t care, I just couldn’t believe that the man who had walked in on me the other day fucking the hairdresser was now on my bed with my cock in his mouth. 

I really wanted to fuck this guy and so started to move my hands round to his hole, wanting to entice him more, but as I did he kept on moving them, before pulling his mouth off my saying “no, I want to do what you were doing”. I haven’t bottomed for over a year, being much more of a top, but in that moment I flipped over to reveal my tight and smooth hole. Immediately he got his cock ready practically jumping on it, before I had to tell him to slow down and that he would have open me up a little first. 

Thankfully I had just showered before he arrived so was nice and clean as his tongue started to try and make its way into my tight hole. Whilst he had clearly never rimmed a guy before I got the impression that he had eaten out a fair few women, as soon his tongue was starting to fuck my hole. He was going at it for ages, not that I was complaining, before he flipped me over and told me that he was going to fuck me now. I reached out to his cock and was about to guide him in, when he stopped. I thought he was going to back out again, but instead he said “have you got a chair, I want to fuck you like you were fucking that other guy”

We moved to my office as I sat down on the chair lifting my legs up and he positioned himself before he pushed his cock inside of me, making me scream out in both pain and pleasure, but in doing so the chair was also rolling around. He tried to thrust again but this time I fell of the chair, as it clearly wasn’t going to work. I got up and led him back to the bedroom, lying on my back at the edge of the bed so he could fuck me whilst standing, which he did for about 10minutes. I couldn’t believe the pace he was going and wondered how he had managed to not cum yet. I knew I was very close and I told him that I was going to cum, and that was all I needed to say, as he let out a loud moan and unleashed his load deep inside of me, just as my load sprayed out all over my chest. We collapsed together on the bed, him still inside of me as we kissed again. Eventually he pulled out leaving me feeling empty despite his full load still being buried deep. 

We were silent for a while as I could see him thinking about what he had just done, trying to process the many emotions and feelings inside his mind. After a few minutes I left his embrace and went to the bathroom to get him some wipes. We both got dressed and I led him to the door, kissing him again and telling him what a great fuck he had given me. I asked him again to keep it a secret before he headed out the door. 

I walked to my kitchen to get some water not quite able to believe what has just happened when there was another knock at the door. Presuming the Amazon man had left something behind I went and opened it only to see my Grindr date stood there…

I’d had a pretty good work out at the gym and was ready for a shower. What I wasn’t expecting was to see my best mate’s dad Gavin to walk in bollock naked to join me. I hadn’t seen him in the gym so it was a bit of a surprise to say the least particularly as he was a fucking hunk of a guy with a hairy chest and beautiful cock. I had a good look at his body as he hadn’t noticed me and was feasting my eyes on his soapy dick as he washed himself. Our eyes met and at once I turned with my back to him and in so doing stopped him from seeing my semi hard on.( Too late it seemed!)

“Hey! Is that you Joey?” he said completely at ease with his nakedness.

I just turned my head to say hello.

“Mike said you worked out once in a while” he said beginning to wash himself again.

“Yes, I don’t come here too often” I replied.

“Well you look pretty fit to me lad, at least your back is quite muscled. What’s the chest like lad?”

Gingerly I turned around and threw caution to the wind by letting him see me full frontal. My semi had shrunk fortunately but it was still a brute of a cock though I say it myself.

“Mmmmm! Looking good lad. Michael said you had a bigger cock than his. or mine for that matter!” he said looking straight at my stiffening dick.

“Don’t be shy lad, we all have the same or rather you have perhaps a little more than this” he said grabbing his cock and waggling it up and down.

“Now you’re the same age as  Michael, 21 is that right?” he said.

My eyes wandered down his body and I stared at his dick as I got the feeling he wanted to show it off.

“Yes I’ve just turned twenty one” I said, my words awkward as y mouth was so dry.

Gavin’s cock began to stiffen and he began to soap it really well keeping it nice and hard.

“Nothing like a soapy wank in the shower lad”.

He said completely at ease wanking in front of me.

“Need somewhere more private than this though” he finally said.

“If you want to watch me come into one of the changing cubicles with me” he said. “Come on don’t be shy, Michael will never know”.

He turned off the shower and walked to get his towel.

“Come on, follow me lad” he said winking at me.

My heart was thumping in my chest and I was really excited. I almost chickened out but then I followed him to one of the changing cubicles.

The cubicle was a little cramped for two but luckily we only had or towels wrapped around us. I sat on the small bench seat and Gavin whipped his towel off in front of me, his cock springing up stiff and gorgeous.

“You can touch it if you want” said Gavin “I want you to touch it “.

Bearing in mind this man was my best mates dad gave me reason to ponder the situation but I was so horny by that time so I reached out and held his cock. The heat and throb of it was just divine and my own cock jumped up stiff and rampant.

“Wank it for me, nice and slow” he said and I began to work my hand back and forth which he seemed to like according to his moans.

Gavin’s knob was a juicy looking orb, the foreskin tightly drawn back a crystal bead of pre cum balancing on the tip.

Without being asked I just took his cock into my mouth and began to suck on it.

Gavin didn’t stop me, he was in the throes of ecstasy loving the suck of my hot mouth and the feel of my tongue around his knob.

“Fuck! Joey! You are one greedy cock sucker. Bet you’ve sucked off loads of cocks boy”.

I nodded yes keeping Gavin’s cock firmly in my mouth and feeling it throb with excitement.

I looked up at his fantastic hairy abdomen and chest and directly into his eyes which were wide and sensual.

“Keep this up boy and you’ll get a load of spunk down your throat”.

His words only made me want to suck harder, the thought of his cum creaming my mouth and throat was a good reason to tongue lash his knob.

“You’re heading for a spunk coated throat lad, I’m telling you now” he said his breathing pretty laboured.

The thought of actually sucking off my best mate’s dad made my prick jump and throb helplessly.

With a cum blast in the offing I slurped ravenously around his knob until the hunky man began to spurt his cum into my mouth.

“Fuck! I told you boy! I can’t stop it now” he said and he flooded my mouth with spunk and I swallowed greedily.

His cum was pretty nice and I savoured it by swilling it a round and around before downing the lot.

“Fuck! Boy! You sure like cock sucking” he said. “Now I need to get your lovely dick off”, he said working a load of his saliva around my cock..

Without any warning Gavin backed down onto my prick taking it right up his hot arse,

“Fuck me boy” he said “Fuck me and shoot your cum right up my fucking arsehole”,

His sudden move impaling his arse on my dick took me by surprise and I had to catch my breath. Our groans together were like a chorus as he rode up and down on my prick.

“Can’t beat a stiff young cock up your arse boy” he said panting “Fuck me good Joey work that cock off inside my arse”.

I’d not even thought of fucking him but it felt so damn good and he was doing all the work nearing me to my climax.

I was just about to spurt when we both heard his son calling out.

“Dad? Are you still here? Mum wants us to pick up a takeaway”.

“Fuck!” said Gavin “Shag me faster boy I have to have your cum flooding my arsehole. Fucking flood my hole boy. Now!”

I was so close, my balls were tight and ready to pop and thee sound of Michael’s voice calling for his dad just made me want to pump my load even more.

I grabbed hold of Gavin’s hips and forced him down hard on my prick my spunk beginning too spurt.

“I’m coming” I said in a frantic whisper and Gavin backed onto my prick and milked me off, his arse muscles drawing the spunk from my balls.

“Thanks boy” he said “That was fucking great” then he grabbed his towel and was gone leaving me with a cum dripping cock and a mouth still seasoned with cum.

Seeing Michael the following day was pretty weird and I longed to let him know that I’d sucked and fucked his dad but of course I kept quiet. The rest of the week I was thinking about Gavin and wanking off remembering the tight feel of his hole and the taste of his cum. I was so besotted with him that I went back to the gym same time and day in the hope he would be there.

Sadly there was no sign of him and so showering on my own and leaving the gym had me in a pretty low mod. That is until the sound of a car horn alerted me.

There waiting in the car park was Gavin. He beckoned me over.

“I’ve been waiting for you boy, get in and we’ll go to my place”. he said.

I eagerly jumped in beside him and he drove off.

“Michael is driving my wife to Bournemouth to visit her aunt and he’s staying over the night too so my house is free for us to use”.

I hadn’t banked on using Michael’s bedroom but Gavin insisted and we soon found ourselves on Michaels double bed, naked and in the throes of a hot sixty nine.

With Gavin’s balls in my mouth I couldn’t help but wonder what Michael would say if he could see the both of us. Me munching on his dads balls and his dad with my cock half way down his throat.

It was so fucking exciting and the sixty nine lasted some time with us both cock slurping and ball chomping to the edge a bout eight or nine times.

“I really want to fuck you son” said Gavin “Will you let me do that?”.

I liked being fucked though had only had about four different cocks up my arse and none of those were as gorgeous as Gavin’s.

“If you have some lube go ahead” I said.

“Oh! I have lube son don’t worry about that” and he produced a tube of KY from Michaels bedside table.

His fingers felt good smearing my arsehole with the KY and then pushing a load up me with two of his fat fingers.

I was moaning and trying to relax my hole to get his fingers deep my mind racing and excited at the thought of Gavin’s big cock pushing into my hot arse.

A groan and Gavin shoved his dick hard driving half of his thick throbbing shaft into me.

“Oh! Fuck!” I cried and the rest of his prick pushed right inside me.

“Oh! Son your hole feels so hot and so good. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long” said Gavin beginning to fuck me with long lusty thrusts of his rampantly stiff cock.

“Is it good for you Michael? Do you like your daddy fucking you hard?” he said.

“What the fuck!” I thought.

Michael? Why did he call me Michael his son’s name? Then the penny dropped, he was obviously using me as a replacement for his son, the son he wanted to fuck!.

I was shocked at first but then he was fucking me so good I just let him carry on the charade, even calling him dad to keep the fucking going.

“Oh! Dad” I said “I’ve wanted your cock for so long too. Wanted it fucking my arse. I need your spunk dad, need it flooding my arsehole. Oh! Fuck me dad, fuck me good and hard”.

Gavin was thrashing his prick back and forth, his heavy frame keeping me pinned to the bed. To Michael’s bed where he wanted to fuck to be close to his son.

“Oh! Michael, your dad loves your hot arse it is so fucking good. Work it against my cock, draw the cum out of me so make me cum Michael For fucks sake make me cum”.

I worked my muscles against his prick as he wished, his dick loving the pressure of my arsehole and the heat and throb of my stretched sphincter.

“Oh! Sweet fuck son. I’m coming, you’re making me cum. Oh! Fuck I cant stop it now son you’re drawing me off. Oh! Fuck! It’s so good, so good”.

“Fill me up dad” I sad wriggling my arse “Shoot all of your cum up my bum”.

The continued thrusting of his cock drained his balls dry and he was almost weeping with pleasure.

He pulled his dick from my burning hole and sat on the side of the bed.

He looked a little embarrassed now and could not turn to me.

“It’s O.K.” I said “I understand”.

He slowly turned to me and then slid down to my cock which was straining stiff and solid as a rock.

“Do you want to suck Michael’s cock?” I asked and before I could say anything else, his mouth was half way down my prick and he was sucking me with a lustful hunger.

He stopped briefly, pulled my dick out and just looked at it lovingly.

“You have a lovely cock Michael, as big as your daddy’s and so good to suck off”.

He looked up at me and then wad own on my cock again this time taking it right down his throat.

I lay back and wallowed in the feel of his throat closing around my cock, his hand pulling frantically on my balls.

I shot a greedy load of spunk down his throat without giving any warning. It didn’t matter, he just kept sucking and sucking my randy dick until a dull ache in my balls told me it was time for him to stop.

I dressed pretty quickly afterwards. with neither of us speaking.

“You’ve been so good and understanding Joey” he said. “I hope we can meet up again?”

“Well” I said “You fucked me so good how cold I refuse?”

I could feel Gavin’s spunk seeping from my pulsating arsehole, the absence of his cock still a memory in my arse.

I knew that I needed Gavin again, knew that he was going to use me as a substitute for his son who he desperately wanted to fuck.

It was weird but we were both getting a lot of pleasure so where was the harm?

An hour later I was in Gavin’s arms under the sheets of Michael’s bed. Gavin as kissing me passionately our cocks were stiff and touching each other.

“Shall I get the KY Michael?” he said.

My arsehole twitched frantically.

“Yes dad” I said

Decision Time

With Lulu now safely under lock and key for the time being, the amazons held a meeting with Summer Cummings and her two friends from the mainstream porn world, Ashley Renee and Magenta. The two of them would’ve turned heads anywhere they went, but Ebony couldn’t stop staring at Ashley.  “Your face is really familiar, but I’d never forget a set of tits like you’ve got.  The Ashley I remember wasn’t put together like you are.”  Ashley had a stunning figure topped by boobs almost as large as Tiffany’s. “I get that a lot nowadays.  Along with regular modeling work, I did a lot of catfight and fetish videos back in the day.  I wound up being a ‘bottom’ most of the time and losing most of those ‘bedroom brawls’.  But it paid well, and I saved my money and eventually upgraded to where I now have a world-class set of tits.  I remember doing some films with you for that one studio, Ebony…but you weren’t as big then as you are now.” “That’s a long story that we’ll get into another time,” interrupted Tiffany.  “Forgive us if this place isn’t as neat as I’d like it to be.  We had a minor snafu with Lulu filming a scene yesterday and haven’t had the chance to properly clean up.” Ashley and Magenta’s faces began to light up when they heard Lulu’s name. “Minor snafu, Tiffany?” teased Clyda.  “Godzilla did less damage to bloody Tokyo than she did here.” “You don’t mean Lulu Divine, do you?” asked Ashley.  “Blonde dancer, two enormous gazongas and a mouth that never seems to shut up?” Tiffany, Clyda and Dee Dee nodded as one.  “Yep.  That’s her all right.” “That oversexed bimbo cost me several video parts in the past.  The directors would take one look at her and her tits, and decide that they didn’t need me anymore.  She was one of the reasons I decided to get my own implants.”  All the amazons could sense Ashley’s resentment towards Lulu. “It’s too bad you weren’t here when they first brought Lulu and her sister Toppsy to the Island earlier,” said Summer.  “We had a lot of fun teaching those girls a lesson they wouldn’t forget.” “If the two of you have time, we’ll let you watch the videos of what we did with them later,” said Dee Dee. “This is the same gal who refused to do any videos or photo sets with me,” added Magenta.  “Even though I could’ve paid her double what she’d make doing regular porn.  She said she was too good to work with someone like me and wasn’t into any ‘weird stuff’.”  It was plain to all that Magenta carried a grudge against Lulu too.  Magenta was a dark-haired brun-ette, similar to Summer Cummings, and was famous for wearing leather and corsets like no one else and taking things to extreme levels in her B&D videos. “Okay, it sounds like both of you’ve got a score you’d like to settle with Lulu,” said Tiffany.  “It’s only fair to warn you that we’ve made her a shemale like the rest of us, and that she’s been a little out of control since she got her ‘third leg’.” Magenta and Ashley turned to Summer.  “You said these gals could make us just like one of them for a few days, right?” questioned Magenta. “And that they could turn us back to normal if we didn’t want to stay that way?” prompted Ashley. Summer smiled at them and nodded seductively. “We’ve got some terrific new tech from the Vect…” Dee Dee started, but was cut off by an elbow from Clyda. “Ixnay on the tech talk, girl,” she whispered to her. “Thanks to some special strap-on dildos, you’ll both just as big and hung I am,” said Tiffany, realizing she had two eager participants.  “And then you take ’em off when you decide you’re finished.” “Get things ready Tiffany,” said Ashley.  “I’ve been waiting years for the chance to turn the tables on that blonde bimbo.” “And what Ashley said goes double for me, Tiffany,” added Magenta.  “I think we both need to settle in and get a good night’s sleep.  Tomorrow, we’ll show Lulu that there’s a fine line between pleasure and pain.” Tami walked off with the two new girls to show them their quarters. “On the way back, tell Jordan we want to see her in here, Tami,” asked Tiffany.

“After what happened between the two of you the other day, Jordan, we aren’t risking putting you and Lulu together again,” explained Tiffany.  “But it’s obvious that you need to let off a little steam and just be away from here for a while.” “This new studio in the Hollywood hills I discovered might be just the ticket for you, Jordan,” added Summer.  “They’re okay with working with shemales as long as you work well with the other girls.  I made some films with Ashley Renee and Magenta while I was there; and Akima Mars, Pandora and Kitten were great to work with too.” While Summer had made films and posed for photos with the Galactic video starlets, Gerta had cast a spell on herself and the Southern sisters, so that they weren’t as easily recognizable and had them use different names when they returned to the Hollywood hills.  Summer had no idea of the bad blood between Jordan, Gerta, Kate and Kaz. “I remember Barocca mentioning that she’d met those gals back on the space station she was stuck on, and only had good things to say about them.  Okay, I’ll give ’em a chance and spend some time there, until you’ve decided what you’re gonna do with Lulu.” “Great idea, Jordan,” said Tiffany.  “Dee Dee, get in touch with Ramirez and have him get out here to pick up Jordan and then take her to the airport.”———————————————————————————————————————————

The next day Magenta and Ashley were ready for their revenge on Lulu.  Tiffany and Dee Dee had promised them free reign to do whatever they wanted with her.  They gathered along with Clyda and Ebony to watch the events from a separate room.

Ashley and Magenta came into the room where Lulu was being held.  Dee Dee had kept her sedated through the night, but by the morning, the blonde dancer was waking up.  They each stood on one side of her, admiring her incredible figure.  Even with upgrading her own breasts, Ashley still wasn’t as huge as Lulu.  An assortment of sex toys had been provided and were lying on the bed next to her.  They each donned the ‘micro flesh bond’ dildos and turned them on, letting their new cocks come to life between their legs. “Holy shit,” exclaimed Magenta.  “There’s no way you could ever tell this dick isn’t real.” “And I’m not even hard yet and it’s bigger than any guy’s dick I ever did it with,” said Ashley.  Within moments, each girl had a spectacular erection just over two foot long.  They forced themselves to overcome the urge to simply jerk off and experiment with them and turned their attention towards Lulu.

“So how do you want to play this scene out, Ashley?” asked Magenta. “You can fuck her first.  Since this bimbo and her ‘two friends’,” she slapped one of Lulu’s tits, starting to rouse her, “cost me video parts, I’m gonna go to work on these two mountains of hers.” Magenta moved between Lulu’s legs, and let her cockhead rub against her pussy and anal lips.  “Decisions…decisions…” Ashley moved closer to Lulu’s head and clamped her mouth over one of her nipples, engulfing all of it and biting down.  To her surprise, Lulu’s teat responded by squirting some milk into her mouth.  This combined with the attention from Magenta between her legs now brought Lulu fully awake. “Glad you’re awake, super-jugs,” said Ashley.  Lulu’s eyes popped open as she recog-nized Ashley’s face and then saw her new breasts, which were nearly as large as her own. Magenta pulled out so Lulu could see her face, as well as her huge hard-on, thrusting out over two feet from her crotch.  “Remember how you told us you weren’t into any ‘weird stuff’ blondie?” “And how you thought you were better than us, just because you had massive tits?” Lulu remembered telling them off, but thought the odds of meeting them again in the porn world were unlikely to make it ever happen.

“Rumor has it that you’re the one of the toughest girls on the Island,” said Ashley. “Even tied down, you were almost more than Jordan could handle yesterday,” Magenta added.  “Today, Ashley and I are gonna have our way with you, and we’re definitely gonna get weird and kinky with you.” As Lulu laid on the bed with her legs wide spread, Ashley and Magenta felt her up.  Her big cockhead started to peek teasingly out from under her thick foreskin. “Delicious…truly delicious,” Magenta grunted, reaching down to fondle Lulu’s plump ass with one hand, and her nuts with the other.  “Well, I was thinking of having my revenge right about now!”   Ashley searched through the sex toys and found some silver cock rings.  She swiftly reached out and fitted one around the very base of Lulu’s dick and another ring around her balls.  She cinched them as tight as they would go, not caring how it might feel to Lulu.Instantly her pillar of flesh started to come to life.  “Hey…” Lulu almost choked as she realized what just happened. “That’s it, make ’em nice and tight on her,” Magenta snickered fondling her big shaft.  “I want to see if your new dick is as impressive as those boobs of yours.” Ashley briefly stopped playing with Lulu’s boobs and gripped her hefty balls shamelessly with her strong hands.  “Oh yes…it’s all part of our wicked, naughty revenge…” said Ashley.  “If you’re lucky, we might even let you keep your cock and balls when we’re done with you.”

Lulu shook violently on the bed trying to escape.  One of Ashley’s hands hooked into her blonde hair, and waved a scolding finger.  “Now where do ya think you’re going?”   Magenta rubbed the thickening, swelling sheath of Lulu’s prick roughly, tracing along the tip of that delicious cockhead. “I love it when they try to fight back,” her deep voice already thick with lust.

Lulu gulped as she realized she couldn’t simply run off.  The fear and submissive feelings began translating to sexual energy, making her huge organ thrust out even more.  Ashley had a big lewd grin, lips twitching when she moved closer.  She hooked her thumbs into Lulu’s fore-skin pulling it wide and exposing her huge cockhead letting it slide out into full view.  Magenta’s hands stroked Lulu’s firm tummy, exploring downward until her fingers trailed along Lulu’s swelling balls. “Oh, look what a slutty thing you are,” Magenta teased her.  “It seems at least your big cock likes the thought of being punished…” added Ashley. Lulu tried to think of some kind of denial, but her long sleek organ was swiftly hardening, and her body was starting to show sweat as her sexual excitement grew.

Ashley laughed softly, as she admired Lulu’s struggling body.  A long, hot lick of her tongue left a trail of warm spittle across her nipples.  Magenta’s strong fingers wrapped around her cock firmly, letting Lulu feel a slight sting of claws nicking that quickly hardening flesh.  Now Magenta’s thumbs pulled and stretched her foreskin, adding a teasing tingle of pain to the pleasure. Lulu whined loudly as their fingers teased, her lips hung open, panting for breath, as Ashley’s hot licks on her nipples forced her to tremble, knowing they were in control of her. Slowly Ashley leaned in, hot breath washing over Lulu’s face.  With a lewd smirk, she repeated her slow, slimy licking along Lulu’s nipples.  A guttural and warm growl rose from the blonde dancer’s sweaty body as her nipples began to puff out and rise from her breasts like cookie dough in an oven.

Ashley fondled her own prick while she firmly held and lightly kneaded Lulu’s nipple in her grasp.  “You’ve already whetted my appetite…” she leered.  She couldn’t help but gape as she saw Lulu’s nipples grow and enlarge like miniature pricks mounted on her boobs.  “I had heard people say you could do really kinky stuff with your tits on the web…I thought they were just making stuff up…” Lulu shivered as Ashley’s slick tongue played over her nipple, making her gasp for breath.  She could feel Magenta’s big stiffening organ press against her butt, sending her body into fits of trembling.   Now Ashley moved back so she could bring her cockhead close to Lulu’s face, the big blunt head painting her tongue and tits with pre-cum.  Then she inserted one of Lulu’s nipples directly into her prick head.  To Ashley’s surprise; Lulu’s teat was like a glutton, sucking the inside of her glans like a vacuum.  When she pulled it off, Lulu’s nipple was even longer and thicker. Lulu panted and dangled weakly, amazed at what her body was doing.  As her cock was licked and stimulated by Magenta, feeling all the more submissive, her nipples were savagely tongued and kneaded by Ashley.  Magenta’s huge organ was burning like fire as it pressed tauntingly against Lulu’s naked buttocks.  As if they had a will of their own, Lulu’s long shapely legs spread wide, fully exposing her fat nuts, and her own long thick prick began waving back and forth in sexual excitement, drooling long strings of shiny pre-cum.

Magenta lubed her cockhead with the strings of thick pre-cum leaking down from Lulu.   Her fingers played along Lulu’s cunt and anal lips, briefly lulling the dancer until with one brutal thrust she sheathed over half of her immense cock into Lulu’s totally unprepared anal depths. “Argh!” Lulu half screamed, half squealed as her body bucked from the massive invader that was pounding into her anus.  But the attack was too swift and savage and Lulu couldn’t escape, cruelly impaled on Magenta’s broad organ, panting wild-eyed and drooling. Instantly Magenta followed with another shove, that had her in balls-deep. Tearing and ripping Lulu’s depths open without mercy, as Ashley’s fingers played with her engorged nipples, smearing more pre-cum and their own milk onto them, watching them grow like tiny trees. “Oh…” Lulu panted weakly, sagging back down onto the bed, as another thrust from Magenta rammed into her, forcing her stingy hole open even wider.

Ashley’s teasing hands smeared the pre-cum on Lulu’s belly.  After she buried herself fully, Magenta’s attention quickly turned to Lulu’s big balls that looked so ripe and helpless. Quickly she looped a thick string of leather around the base of Lulu’s cock and then several times around the shaft itself, grabbing onto both loose ends to hold them up, Magenta pulled lightly with a cruel grin on her face.  “Beg, little whore…beg for us to dominate you.” “Oh, fuck,” Lulu panted breathlessly, as her own big organ was toyed with.  Watching in terror and excitement as that leather string was now tied around her precious orbs.  “No…”  Magenta grinned gloatingly, as she pulled the string of leather taut, making it slowly bite into the stretchy band of scrotal skin, even as her hips bucked hard for another fierce, deep thrust into Lulu.  Lulu’s cock grew even longer and the veins on it began pulsing like they were alive.  Her already impressive nuts swelled bigger, looking almost like two softballs. This had Magenta’s damp crotch slamming viciously hard against Lulu’s firm round ass, plowing her big fat cock in and out relentlessly.  It seemed Ashley and Magenta just enjoyed those whines and squeals of pain and pleasure coming from Lulu even more.  Magenta now found herself nearly worshiping Lulu’s large pillar of meat in front of her, until she nearly lost control.  Lulu’s beautiful cock looked magnificent as it was caught in that leather ring, throbbing and grown to a size even most of the amazons would simply have nightmares about.  But Ashley and Magenta happily started to squeeze and play a bit rougher with Lulu’s cock and balls.

Lulu’s head twisted from side to side, as her cries of protest and pain turned into whines of pleasure and submission.  Her body reacting to Magenta’s long thick cock pounding into her ass…as with every thrust it smashed into her pleasure knot and sent more waves of pleasure rushing through her body.  Magenta’s long dick thrusting up into her felt like it was made of iron, and Lulu’s cock looked like it was even larger than when she finished with Jordan the other day.   Her nipples were beyond belief; they were bigger than any normal man’s prick Ashley had ever had sex with. Magenta groaned and panted in feral heat, as she enjoyed Lulu’s sounds of sub-mission and pleasure while she roughly and brutally claimed her prize with deep violent thrusts that came in quick succession.  Her fat organ rammed Lulu’s tight tail hole again and again, while the dancer’s panting pleads made her smile and nod, as cum oozed from her ass and drooled onto the flexing sides of Magenta’s cock. “Now I want your balls!” Magenta growled, before her arms tensed as her hands jerked on the leather again, pulling it even tighter.  A quick biting jolt of lustful agony ripped through Lulu’s hefty sac, when the string tightened.  Now instead of holding Lulu’s hips for leverage, Magenta gripped her huge nuts tightly and kept pummeling her ass. Lulu’s eyes, which had been squeezed tightly shut, as she was being so savagely abused flew open very wide, the black pupils shrinking to tiny pin holes.  Lulu’s big cock surged like a bucking bronco, desperately trying to release its seed.

A loud, thundering growl rose from Ashley as she continued working on Lulu’s nipples, working on each one like she was giving a guy a hand job.  Lulu’s body clenched and her teats felt like they might explode,  Instinctively, Ashley gripped one in each hand, pulling them towards her and stuffing both into her mouth.  Ashley couldn’t believe it, but Lulu’s nipples were actually shooting into her mouth, like when she received a blow job, the unique nectar they produced was sweeter than any cum she’d ever tasted.

Grinning and laughing cruelly, Magenta gave Lulu’s cock another slow, slimy lick, as she crunched her balls tighter in her hands.  Lulu bucked harder still on the bed, enduring the violent and demanding penetration of her ass.  Magenta groaned and snarled as she felt that futile clenching and tension as Lulu tried to climax in vain, the erotic sensations serving to increase her pace and strengthen her thrusts between her long flailing, kicking legs.  Magenta leaned over and began rutting in feral heat, her big organ’s entire length ramming back and forth into Lulu.  As she bent so her tongue could lick at the tip of Lulu’s long, thick cock, her sharp nails raked up and down along its throbbing, straining length.

“I’ll make you mine!” Magenta promised darkly, licking and kissing Lulu’s huge cock. “So delicious… I want it all!” she growled, giving Lulu no rest, even as her strong anal muscles tried to pinched down on Magenta’s mighty shemale cock.  Magenta pounded it even more lustfully in and out of Lulu’s tight tail hole, as it clenched and released, milking her dick with a wildly desperate lust, her own cries  drowning out Lulu’s passive moans of pleasure.  Now Magenta’s soft lips caught Lulu’s cockhead, suckling it into her panting mouth… even as Lulu’s body writhed on the bed below her. “Yes…” Lulu squealed as Magenta’s hot mouth found her big, uselessly flaring organ, and first licked, and then began to engulf it.  “Take it…” she panted.  Lulu’s pleading words made Magenta just plow and fuck her harder and harder.  Driven wild by Lulu’s lustful tailhole clenching around her mighty length, her mouth moved further down along Lulu’s pulsing cock, inch after inch it vanishing deeper into her hot moist throat.  A muffled roar from Magenta heralded her own release, long ropes of hot, burning sperm shooting off into Lulu’s clenching ass.

“Yes!” Ashley laughed as she saw Magenta begin to cum.  Holding up one of Lulu’s  hefty boobs, she swallowed the big engorged nipple to the hilt.  Lulu bucked up into that hot maw, even as she felt Ashley’s teeth along her nipple’s throbbing length.  She couldn’t resist the desire to push more and more of her nipple-cock into Ashley’s hot throat.  Even as deep inside, her prostate began to quiver and spasm, as she felt a burning stinging gush deep inside of her, that seemed to fill her with fiery hot spew. Ashley couldn’t hold back any longer, and released Lulu’s breast.  Her own prick felt like it was ready to cum, even though she’d spent most of her time working on Lulu’s boobs.  She twisted Lulu’s head so it pointed straight at her throbbing cockhead and shoved it into her mouth.  To Ashley’s surprise, Lulu engulfed nearly the entire glans and greedily sucked all of her cum down her throat. Magenta drooled warm spittle, that quickly pooled and oozed into Lulu’s wonderful musky cockhead.  She ground her lips against it, almost kissing it.  While Lulu’s long sleek prick throbbed and leaked its fluid down her throat.  Another hard, painful thrust followed, injecting more of Magenta’s sperm into Lulu.  Magenta released Lulu’s prick from her mouth, pulled back and out, semen spurting from her dick to splatter thick globs of sperm all over Lulu’s twitching body. “I hope that little ‘protein shake’ won’t spoil that girlish figure of yours, honey,” said Ashley.  To her amazement, Lulu was no longer screaming or trying to escape.  She had a look of smug confidence that seemed to indicate she was in charge now. “Oh, I’ll be just fine, Ashley.”  Lulu knew from experience that it took girls time to really build up stamina and experience using their cocks; this was the very first time for Ashley and Magenta.  She couldn’t begin to explain how her body did it, but Lulu realized that when she absorbed a massive amount of sexual energy, she could use it to make extreme changes to her body, even if they might only last for short periods of time.  “You girls got to have your fun with me…and now it’s my turn.”

Lulu closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and strained her muscles.  First, her nipples returned to normal, the huge teats shrinking back into the surface of her breasts. Next Lulu relaxed her anal muscles.  “Fuck me one more time in the ass while you still can,” she commanded Magenta. “Nobody tells me who or what to fuck, especially not you,” she retorted.  “But since you’re a glutton for punishment today…”  She thrusted her prick back into Lulu’s back door, the big shaft traveling smoothly.  “Looks like I finally loosened you up.”

Suddenly, Magenta’s balls were sucked into Lulu’s butt, her thighs mashed against Lulu’s hips.  “You thought it was so much fun to see how much pan I could stand…let’s see how you like it, bitch!”  Lulu exerted enough force to show she was deadly serious, but not enough to make her pass out.  “I want both of you to see and feel everything that happens next,” she said menacingly. Then Lulu summoned enough strength to her arms to break free of the restraining straps, like she had somehow managed to do the other day.  She reached out and held Ashley’s nuts in a grip like a vise, her other hand gripped Magenta’s arm, keeping her pressed close to her. “Lean down close, so you’re right next to my cock, like your partner,” she instructed. Neither Ashley or Magenta were clear-headed enough to remove or turn off the strap-on dildos they were wearing.  They were so realistic, they were fearful of what Lulu might do to their balls. Now Lulu directed all of her remaining energy towards her cock and balls.  Ashley and Magenta looked on in fear as Lulu began to transform.  Lulu’s prick became thicker, causing the leather straps around it to fray and snap.  It became a foot longer, surpassing even Ebony as the largest piece of cockflesh on the Island.  Her balls swelled until neither girl could hold one of them, even using two hands. “Now put those hands of yours to work and get me off, quickly!” Lulu shouted.  Ashley and Magenta looked at her in disbelief.  “Or else I’ll fuck one of you and then the other with this beast if you don’t!” The two dominatrix did the best they could with something so huge and only their hands as tools.  Fortunately, Lulu was near the breaking point already after so much pent-up frustra-tion and she quickly climaxed.  Huge torrents of cum shot out of her prick, drenching all three girls and the bedcovers.  Lulu’s prick thrashed back forth, bumping into Ashley and Magenta, making them look like kids trying to catch a greased pig. Lulu climaxed for nearly a minute, before the excess sexual energy she was using ran out.  By now her muscles relaxed and Magenta and Ashley freed themselves from her grasp.  Both of them collapsed on the carpet panting for breath.

Dee Dee hit the button on her palm pilot to flood the room with anesthetic gas and the three women were quickly unconscious. “Good fucking grief, Lulu’s turned into some kind of monster,” Tiffany gasped. “I don’t care how much she says she wants to be one of us,” exclaimed Ebony.  “There’s no way we can turn her loose with other girls, knowing she may do something like this again.” “There’s no bloody reasoning with her, that’s for certain,” said Clyda. “And I make it unanimous,” said Dee Dee.  “Lulu’s got to go.  I’ll get the software set up to take away her cock and balls.  Tiffany, contact Ramirez and pay him whatever he wants to pick her up as soon as possible.” “The first step is to turn Lulu back into just a woman again,” said Tiffany.  “By the time you’re done with her Dee Dee, Ramirez can either take her back to Florida or we’ll box her up and ship her back via UPS or FedEx if we have to.”  She shook her head at how things had turned out.  “I though she was ready to turn over a new leaf and make a fresh start…I guess I was wrong about her.”

“What’ll we do when Ashley and Magenta wake up, love?” asked Clyda. “I gave those two fair warning about what to expect when they did it with Lulu,” Tiffany replied.  “We’ll give ’em the footage we’ve shot and if they want to post it on their own, let ’em. We set up shop here to film shemales jerking off and having fun while they have sex…not hate fuck or catfight films.  If they want to stick around and make some more or less ‘normal’ films with us, that’s great.” “I agree with you,” said Dee Dee.  “We thought we could trust Lulu, but we were wrong about her.  We’ll hope Ashley and Magenta aren’t too pissed off and are willing to try regular sex with some of us…look at how many converts we’ve gotten over the years when they were treated nicely by us.”

Ian had been busy with his job hunt and interviews. Although he had already attended several interviews, he continued his search until he received a job offer. Since his last encounter at the church with Fr. Mark, he hadn’t had any notable interactions with anyone.

On Sunday, Ian decided to take a break from his job hunt, but he received a call from his mum.

“Ian, are you still on the job hunt?” his mum asked over the phone.

“Yes, Mum. Why do you ask?” Ian replied.

Ian’s mum said, “Good. I hope you’ll be free tomorrow, Monday. Your sister is scheduled to work late, and your dad and I have a late lunch gathering with friends. I’d like you to pick up your niece, Shelly, from school and bring her to our place. Is that okay with you?”

“Sure, Mum, but could I stay for dinner at your place since I’m doing you a favour? Besides, I miss your cooking,” Ian replied, reluctantly but with excitement.

Ian’s mum responded, “Okay. I’ll make dinner for everyone tomorrow. Just remember to pick up Shelly at 1:30 p.m. She’s at Tatahan School. She has a mobile phone, so you can call her number six if you have trouble finding her.”

“Got it, and thanks, Mum. See you tomorrow,” Ian said happily, looking forward to saving on dinner and visiting Tatahan School.

Tatahan School, situated in the southern part of the city, stands as a beacon of academic excellence and holistic development. Renowned for its distinguished heritage and commitment to fostering intellectual curiosity, the school offers a robust curriculum designed to inspire and challenge students. The institution takes pride in its diverse and inclusive community, preparing students to become global citizens and leaders of tomorrow.

 

The school principal, Mr. Vaughan Collard, is highly respected both locally and nationally. He is frequently interviewed by the media for his insights on education-related issues. Ian often saw Mr. Collard on television news and found him quite compelling. Whenever Ian watches the news, he gets an erection and sometimes fondles his erect cock while watching Mr. Vaughan get interviewed. 

Mr. Vaughan Collard was in his late 40s, had a fair complexion and short, neatly styled hair that was gray with darker shades. His hair was combed to the side, and his face was oval-shaped with a broad forehead and defined jawline. He had a prominent nose, thin lips, well-groomed eyebrows, and a clean-shaven appearance. His expression was neutral, contributing to his composed and professional demeanor.

The following day, Ian drove to Tatahan School to pick up Shelly. It wasn’t difficult for Ian to find her, as Shelly had anticipated his arrival and waited in a spot where he could easily see her. Ian got out of his car and walked directly towards her.

“Hey, Shelly! How was school today?” Ian asked as he met up with her.

“Not too bad, just a bit busy today. Hey, Uncle, I know Grandma asked you to pick me up at 1:30 p.m., but I have a project meeting with my classmates at 1:45 p.m. The meeting will last about an hour. Could you wait for me here until I’m done? I’m sorry I didn’t call or text you sooner; I just got my phone back five minutes ago. I’m really sorry, Uncle Ian,” Shelly said, sounding guilty.

“Hmm… okay, it’s not a big issue. I’ll wait for you to finish your project meeting. I guess I’ll just wander around your school if that’s alright,” Ian replied.

“Oh, that’s great, Uncle! Thank you! But just a heads-up—visitors are only allowed in the open eatery area and the small garden park next to it. The rest of the school is off-limits. So, you can only hang around there; I hope it’s not too boring. There are also vending machines if you want some snacks or drinks while you wait,” Shelly explained.

“Thanks for letting me know. I’ll either be sitting in the eatery area or the garden park, reading news on my phone while I wait. Don’t worry about me; I’m an adult, I can take care of myself. Okay, you should go now, or you’ll be late for your meeting. See you later!” Ian said.

Shelly left, and Ian headed towards the outdoor eatery area, hoping to find a table since it looked crowded from a distance. On his way, he passed the toilets and noticed they were quite interesting. The school had separate toilets for different genders, as well as distinct facilities for children and adults. Ian decided to use the men’s toilet. It was small, with two cubicles (one specially built for special needs), a urinal, and a hand basin. The restroom was clean and had a fresh smell. The restroom was empty, and Ian entered the standard cubicle, pulled down his pants, and sat down to pee, as he always did. While he was relieving himself, he was surprised to notice a glory hole connecting his cubicle to the adjacent special needs’ cubicle. He hadn’t expected to find something like that in a school.

Just then, Ian heard a female voice greeting someone near the entrance of the restroom.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Vaughan,” the female said.

“Good afternoon, May. Have a good day,” Mr. Vaughan replied.

Ian heard it was the school principal, Mr. Vaughan, whom Ian had fantasized about every time he saw him on the news. Then came the footsteps sound. Ian kept himself calm but his cock wouldn’t as it was fully erected now. Mr. Vaughan entered the special needs cubicle. Ian took a quick look through the glory hole and vaguely saw Mr. Vaughan’s face as he was removing his pants and sitting on the toilet bowl. As Ian didn’t want to get caught peeping at Mr. Vaughan, he pulled away from the glory hole.  

“Aahhemm… Ahhemmm…” Mr. Vaughan cleared his throat with a deliberate sound and made footsteps approaching the restroom.

Ian quickly understood the signal and decided to investigate. He cautiously approached the glory hole, lightly tracing the edge with his finger to see if there was any response. Moving his face closer to the glory hole, he took a careful glance and saw Mr. Vaughan beginning to stand and move nearer to the opening.

Ian pulled his head back and a cock entered through the glory hole with full glory in front of Ian’s eyes. Even though Mr. Vaughan’s cock wasn’t long, it was thick and veiny. The cock’s head was quite purple too. Ian couldn’t believe Mr. Vaughan’s cock looked so angry and tough unlike his looks, which were well-groomed, gentle, and fair facial color.

Without further ado, Ian opened his mouth widely and swallowed Mr. Vaughan’s cock in a gulp. His lips touched the divider board as he pushed his head forward.

“Ooh…. Yes….. Suck it!” Mr.Vaughan moaned.

Ian was getting excited and working hard. He started to thrust his head in and out, with one hand holding Mr. Vaughan’s cock and the other hand rubbing his own hard cock. On one side you could hear Mr. Vaughan moaning and enjoying Ian’s blow job, on the other side you could hear the slurping sound of Ian’s blowing hard on Mr. Vaughan.

Ian wanted more and asked Mr. Vaughan, to slide his lower body under the divider. The divider board had about a 15-inch gap away from the floor. So Mr. Vaughan’s lower body easily slide over and Ian bent down and continued blowing Mr. Vaughan’s cock while his hands played Mr. Vaughan’s hairless balls.

“Oh…. Fuck….. this is fucking awesome!!!” Mr. Vaughan groaned.

Ian then stopped blowing and spilled lots of saliva onto his hand. Ian then went to finger Mr. Vaughan’s arsehole while he went back to blow Mr. Vaughan. From inserting one index finger to three fingers, Ian got excited and so was Mr. Vaughan.  

“Ohhh… Fuuckkk … yeah… go deeper… yeah… you can go deeper…” Mr. Vaughan’s moan got a bit louder.

Ian suddenly pulled Mr. Vaughan’s hips down towards him, causing half of Mr. Vaughan’s lower body to be over Ian’s cubicle side. Ian then lifted Mr. Vaughan’s legs and finally saw Mr. Vaughan’s hairless pinky arse hole and he went down to rim Mr Vaughan.

“OOOOOOOooohhhh… My Gooodd…… Fuuccckk!” Mr Vaughan moaned.

Then Ian brought Mr. Vaughan’s legs down and laid on top of his lap. Ian spilled some saliva on his cock and then he brought his cock near Mr. Vaughan’s arsehole.

“Yeahh….. give it to me…. Give it to me…. Fuck me!” Mr. Vaughan said.

Ian then used his hand and pushed his cock into Mr. Vaughan’s arse. Ian didn’t do it slowly, once he felt his cock had entered, he pushed his hip all in till his thigh pressed hard against Mr. Vaughan’s butt cheeks. Then Ian lifted Mr. Vaughan’s legs and spread them wide open and started slamming his cock hard and deep into Mr. Vaughan’s hole. Throughout the fucking session, Ian didn’t make much noise except hearing him panting and perspiring, he was so excited as his fantasy had come true.

“Ohh… Ohh… Ohh… Mmmm… Ooohh… Harder… yeah… right there…” Mr Vaughan moaned…

“Ahhhhh… ahhhh… ahhh…..” Ian panting.

“Are you cumming soon…. I gonna cum soon… Fuck me harder and I gonna explode….OOoooohhh…” Mr. Vaughan said

Then Ian started to pick up his speed and slam harder and harder.

“Fuuuuuckk…. I cummmmmin…. I’m… cummm….OOoooooohhhh ….. Ahhhhhhhhh……!” Mr. Vaughan exclaimed as he cummed in an explosion. His cum had shot all over his face and floor.

“Arrgghhhh…. Argghhhhhh……Ahhhhhh” Ian groaned and cummed hard too. He had fully unloaded all his seeds deep inside Mr. Vaughan’s arse.

After resting a minute, Mr. Vaughan shifted himself back to his cubicle and started to clean himself. Ian’s cum was slowly leaking out from Mr. Vaughan down to his inner thigh. Mr. Vaughan did not notice about it but hurriedly dressed himself. Then Ian started to dress up too after cleaning himself. Mr. Vaughan had opened his cubicle door and left the toilet.

“I’m sorry I came in late; I thought you had already left. I appreciate you waiting for me. Today’s session was great. Let’s arrange another time soon. Bye,” Mr. Vaughan said before exiting the restroom.

Ian was taken aback by Mr. Vaughan’s words. It became clear to him that Mr. Vaughan had mistaken him for someone else, likely someone he was expecting for a different kind of meeting. This realization hinted that Mr. Vaughan might have diverse personal interests and a regular partner for such encounters.

Afterward, Ian left the restroom and headed to the eatery area to grab a drink. He needed to replenish his energy after the unexpected situation.

New Girl On The Block

Lulu sat in one of the conference rooms surrounded by the senior amazons, who were all regarding her with cold stares.  After Dee Dee had used the new surgical software and tech-niques from the Vectrans to transform her in to a shemale, Lulu had become hard to control. “Look, Lulu, we know it’s impossible for you to forget how we brought you and your sister to the Island the first time, love,” said Clyda.  “But you’ve got show some more control.” “Tami’s the third girl who’s complained about you being too rough with them when you have sex,” said Dee Dee. “Like my grandma used to say ‘if you can’t stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen’,” Lulu retorted. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” asked Tiffany. “I can’t help it if the ‘girls’ here aren’t ‘woman enough’ to keep up with me.  I’m a big healthy girl, and sometimes I don’t know my own strength.” Now Tiffany got close enough so that their noses almost touched.  “Listen up and listen good, ‘super-tits’.  When we brought you here again, it was with the understanding that you’d make an effort to fit in and get along with the rest of us.  Not to try and carry out your revenge on us one by one.”  Lulu swallowed hard as she realized just how serious Tiffany was.  “But I’m smart enough to know that just talking to you is only going to accomplish so much.  So since you want to play ‘queen of the mountain’ so much, I’m gonna make the next video we film with you a little more challenging.  I’m telling the next girl you’re paired up with not to hold back either as she does it with you.” “Bring it on sister!  I ain’t afraid of you or any other gal on this Island!” “Just be in the auditorium tomorrow morning and check your attitude at the door, if you know what’s good for you, Lulu.” “I’ll be back,” Lulu responded, trying to sound like ‘Arnold’ from the ‘Terminator films’, and stormed out the door.

“You know, we just might need to work on your ‘people skills’ a little, love,” said Clyda. “That was an ‘iron fist’ with no sign of a ‘velvet glove’ anywhere,” added Dee Dee.  “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” “I’m willing to admit that I may have made a mistake, bringing Lulu back,” said Tiffany.  “I’m gonna tell Jordan that she’s doing it with Lulu tomorrow, and that she can grow to her seven-foot size and not hold back while she’s with Lulu.”  Clyda and Dee Dee’s expressions grew in shock as they heard this.  “Jordan had to put up with Lulu and her sister when she picked them up at the airport, and had to hold back most of the time while they were here earlier.  Now’s her chance to deliver a little payback.” “I have a hunch that if we can market this video at all, it’ll have to be some kind of cat-fight or hate-fuck film,” said Dee Dee.  “I’d better look at some wrestling websites and see if I can borrow any good material for promoting this one.” “I think it’d be a better idea if we could borrow one of those steel cages they use,” quip-ped Clyda.  “It sounds like we’re going to need it tomorrow.”

The next morning, Jordan entered the auditorium and looked at Lulu sleeping on the bed.  Using hologram technology, the room now looked like a dungeon setting and Tiffany had several girls with cameras stationed nearby to film everything.  She’d brought a small tote bag with sex toys that she might use, depending on how things went and set it on the bed next to her body.  Restraining bands were over Lulu’s upper and lower arms to keep her secured to the bed, but her legs were still free. Jordan couldn’t help but be turned on as she saw Lulu’s incredible knockers rise up and down with each breath she took.  As she looked at Lulu she could see that her tits were even bigger than she’d remembered, with a beautifully proportioned body.  She relaxed the mental control over her cock and balls, letting them expand and increase in size while they were still flaccid.  Within moments, Jordan had a huge two-foot long erection, with nuts the size of two tennis balls hanging below it. “Tiffany said I could do anything I want with this gal, and didn’t have to hold back,” she thought with a wicked smile.  Jordan couldn’t remember if Lulu had fully seen her when she increased her size at the end of the massive gang-bang the amazons had done to her and her sister, Toppsy Curvy.  “Well, she’s sure as hell gonna see me like that today.”

“Oh, aren’t you a sexy beast,” said Jordan quietly to Lulu before reaching a hand up to her head and gently stroking the side of her face.  With her other hand she reached across and gently stroked Lulu’s neck.  Slowly Jordan began working her way down Lulu’s side stroking her gently.  As her hand reached Lulu’s belly button she felt something touch the back of her hand; a quick glance showed that it had been Lulu’s cock that had touched her as Jordan’s touch had brought it to life, encouraging Lulu to swing her thick member up to her belly. “You’re getting excited,” said Jordan to Lulu.  “Almost seems like she understands me,” thought Jordan to herself.  Carefully she moved her left hand until she felt Lulu’s cock becoming firm in her hand and she gave a gentle squeeze which caused Lulu to buck her hips slightly, thrusting her cock forwards and up towards her belly and fire a few spurts of watery pre-cum onto the bed. Jordan released her cock and let her fingers move until they were stroking the smooth hairless skin and she found Lulu’s pert little anus.  Jordan slowly moved until she was standing between Lulu’s legs.  Jordan lodged her cockhead against Lulu’s sphincter for a moment and then with no hesitation slowly pushed it all the way in.  Jordan wanted nothing more than to sink more of her cock into the warm embrace of Lulu’s hole, but wanted to make sure that she was wide awake when she did so.  Now Jordan reached out and found Lulu’s nipples.  Almost immediately, the huge teats grew and lengthened and looked like she was holding two minia-ture pricks.  “Never had a chance to see these on her before she left us…let’s see if I can make ’em cum.”  After a short time stroking them, Lulu’s nipples shot off some milk in all directions, some of it landing on her face, causing her to start tossing and moaning. “This is your eight o’clock wake up call, girl!”  Jordan seized the moment and slammed the rest of her prick all the way into Lulu’s asshole, burying herself to the balls which quickly brought her wide awake. “What the fuck is going on here?” Lulu shouted.  Then she recognized Jordan staring down at her.  “Get that fucking toothpick you call a ‘cock’ out of me before I rip it off and shove it down yer throat!” Watching from the seats in the auditorium, Tiffany, Clyda and Dee Dee, along with other amazons, took in the scene intently.

Jordan’s eyes narrowed and she glared at Lulu.  “I was hoping you’d act like this, bitch.  Now I don’t have to hold back when I do this…”  Making threats would do no good with Lulu, and actions would speak louder than any words she could think of.  She locked hands with the blonde dancer so she wouldn’t be able to move and then used her mental control to increase in size to her seven foot height.  When she did this, everything grew proportionately larger on her, including her cock and balls. Jordan gripped Lulu’s hands until her knuckles turned white, using her increased strength and not letting her move and listened to her scream as her anal passage suddenly absorbed another twelve-plus inches of cock inside it in an instant.  Lulu’s head thrashed back and forth and her tits flopped and bounced uncontrollably, smashing into her own face.  After a moment, the dancer finally ran out of breath and stared up at Jordan with a look of pure hatred. “Ooh, that’s gonna leave a mark…” Tiffany gasped. “I gave Lulu the same stuff as everyone else, to be able to take our big dicks,” whispered Dee Dee.  “But Jordan may have overdone it with her.” “Lulu needs to be taught a lesson…let’s see what happens.”

“I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to fuck your irresistibly tight little bottom like it’s never been done to you before,” instructed Jordan.  “And then when I’ve filled your butt with cum I’m going to go to work on your pussy…when I’m done with you, your gut’ll be as fat as your tits.”  Jordan moved back slightly so she would have more room before the pressing need to penetrate took over.  With her hands she pushed down on her legs and held Lulu steady on the bed, then began powerful thrusts in and out of her butt. Between seeing Jordan change size and the agony in her ass, Lulu was in a daze.  Smart-mouth comebacks and threats would do no good now.  She wasn’t sure what she could do, but knew something had to happen, to be able to save herself.

Jordan felt the tight heat from Lulu’s butt start to envelope her cock and that over-whelming need was coming back and she thrust forward hard, hilting herself completely inside her poop chute.  The sudden invasion caused Lulu to groan as well as to clench her sphincter tightly, causing the thick powerful band of muscle to squeeze the base of Jordan’s cock pain-fully tight.  The wave of pleasure that swept through Jordan was more intense than anything she had ever felt before and she sank her nails into Lulu’s rump and started fucking her with brutal abandon.  Instead she leaned forwards over Lulu’s hips as much as she could and clamped her arms on her waist as tightly as possible before starting to thrust her cock into the delicious warmth that surrounded it.   It only took Jordan a few minutes before she realized that she wasn’t going to last long.  Lulu was somehow rhythmically squeezing Jordan’s cock in a way that she had never felt before and already the edges of her cock were growing and snagging against Lulu’s sensitive internal walls.  Jordan wanted to slow down and savor this feeling but something just wouldn’t let her.  It only took half a dozen more violent thrusts before Jordan felt her balls beginning to draw up and then with a growl she unloaded deeply into Lulu’s tight little ass.  It was truly an immense orgasm that matched the incredible intensity of the short hard fucking she had just given Lulu.  Jordan pumped stream after stream of hot cum into her, shooting off for almost a minute. Jordan finally pulled her prick out of Lulu, and she was anticipating the relief it would bring.  She left all but her cockhead inside Lulu, and reached down and found a butt plug from the tote bag of sex toys.  With a quick movement, it was inserted into her and Lulu felt like she had a gallon of hot water sloshing around inside of her rump. “My cum is only for you today, honey,” teased Jordan.  “Enjoy.”

As she positioned herself for round two, Jordan got a good view of Lulu’s arousal and her ferocity.  The look on her face was like Kara when she used her heat vision, and the blonde dancer was firmly erect with her cock pointing straight outwards from her crotch.  “I guess you must’ve liked what just happened after all, honey,” said Jordan.  “A boner like this doesn’t lie.”  Jordan pulled on it like a lever, letting it slap back against Lulu’s boobs.  She stepped towards her and without warning grabbed Lulu’s head and pulled her towards her. “Okay, now your pussy gets the same treatment,” she said to the blonde dancer.  “But you gotta let me lube up first.”  Jordan rubbed her dick with some lube from the tote bag, admir-ing how it glistened in the lights.  Lulu’s hatred of Jordan was off the scale in her mind, but she knew she’d lose in any kind of physical contest with Jordan being a foot taller than she was.  As she strained her thoughts for some type of plan, she felt a tiny change in the core of her being.

The combination of the lube Jordan had applied and the copious amounts of juices that were leaking from her pussy meant that the barrier of Lulu’s entrance was not hard for her rigid cock to enter and the force of the thrust when it did sank a good half of that length inside the dancer.  Lulu let out a pained yelp and tried to ease the pain by moving backwards but realized she was trapped firmly by Jordan’s hands gripping her like a vise.  Jordan drew back and then bucked her hips again, slamming her cock back into Lulu and forcing a path deeper into the cloying tightness of the passage that surrounded it.  The pain of the brutal fucking made Lulu clench involuntarily which only helped to magnify the pain inside her as Jordan just pushed even harder into her constricting cunt.  Lulu tried using her anal muscles to expel the butt plug, but Jordan’s inward thrusts had her thighs mash back against her own, keeping it firmly inserted in her. It was almost too much for Lulu.  She wanted it to stop but she knew there was no way to do that now, she was in it for the duration.  All she could do was grit her teeth and hope that she’d be able to repay Jordan in kind for this.  Every time Jordan drew back Lulu felt like her bowels were being dragged outwards due to the tightness with which they clung onto the thick pole of muscle which was invading her and then with every thrust in it felt like she was being pushed inside herself.  Worse still was that every new thrust brought a squirt of lubricating juices allowing Jordan to work herself slightly deeper into the painfully sensitive insides of her protesting partner, Lulu.   Suddenly with a new deep thrust, Lulu cried out in pain as Jordan’s dick was forced even deeper inside of her.  The new depth was even more painful and Lulu tried to roll her body to relieve some of the pressure inside her.  It didn’t work, Jordan simply thrust in a rolling motion from up to down to up which literally lifted the dancer’s hips off of the bed and slammed her  painfully hard onto the mattress, making her scream in pain as almost three foot of thick she-male cock buried itself deep inside her. Neither girl knew it or understood it, but after so many unique sexual experiences with the Vectran women, primarily Rhiannon, each of them was simply different from the other shemale amazons.  With Jordan, it manifested itself as the ability to increase her size and the tremendous intensity that she was fucking Lulu with.  In Lulu’s case, she only wanted to strike Jordan and to fuck her as hard as she was doing to her.  Thanks to the bizarre mix of energy and the strange situation the two women were in, Lulu could see and feel her cock getting even longer and harder before her eyes. Now Jordan changed from long thrusts to short firm ones, pistoning just four or five inches in and out of the hot, tight depths of her partner.  She didn’t care if Lulu was uncom-fortable, and paid no attention to her growing cock; all she cared about right now was the tight wet heat wrapped around her rock-hard cock and the desire to fill Lulu’s passage with a flood of potent shemale seed.

Lulu felt Jordan’s prick begin to grow larger deep inside her and flailed on the bedcovers as a new discomfort spread through her already agonized guts.  Her face was a twisted mask of discomfort that was getting worse with every new swelling of Jordan’s cockhead inside her.  Suddenly Jordan gave one final thrust and Lulu felt the flare expand even further making her scream in pain again, as the cock torturing her insides began to unload within her.  She could feel the pulse of each spurt where her hole was wrapped around Jordan’s cock and could feel a further agonizing swelling inside as her cum pumped into her. Lulu couldn’t take any more, her only thoughts were of somehow attacking Jordan.  In part due to the flopping of her body on the mattress, her dick was like one of the giant balloon streamers seen outside car lots, waving in every direction in the wind.  Lulu was able to lift her head and shoulders slightly, letting her aim her frantically gesturing hard-on.  Flexing her crotch muscles, Lulu’s cock lunged forward and the head slammed into Jordan’s chin with surprising force. “Take that, smart ass!” Lulu shouted.  Realizing she now had a way to retaliate, Lulu increased her efforts.  Thanks to the bizarre shifting and melding of energy, her cock was now every bit as huge as Jordan’s. Jordan gaped in surprise.  It was almost like getting hit with a fist.  With her prick buried in Lulu, she couldn’t pull back or away from her.  Lulu’s nails were gripping her hands so tight, she was almost drawing blood.  Despite being secured to the bed, Jordan could see that the straps were starting to come loose on her arms.  Jordan gritted her teeth as Lulu’s dick began shooting off at point blank range in her face, while continuing mash into her chin and cheeks.  She increased her thrusts into the dancer, and it didn’t take long after that till she felt her cock empty itself within her and she pulled out from the depths of her cunt with a lewd squelch.  Lulu’s prick was like a fountain that was out of control, spewing off huge torrents of cum in all directions, before it finally stopped.  By now, both girls’ cocks had spent themselves and were hanging limply between their legs at a much smaller size. Lulu had never had her body abused like this before, even when she and her sister had been brought to the Island the first time.  Jordan stepped away and stood looking at Lulu lying on the bed, still gasping for breath, and trying to ignore the pain that was running through her. Suddenly, anger and adrenaline somehow gave Lulu a strength she never thought she had.  With a loud ripping sound, Lulu pulled her arms free from the restraints on the bed andlunged at Jordan.  Her sudden attack took everyone by surprise as she and Jordan locked in combat.  Before they knew what they were doing, the two women had collided with one of the girls who was filming the scene with a hand-held camera, knocking things over and causing chaos in the auditorium. “Don’t think this makes up for the way you treated the others girls.  The whole Island’s pissed off at you!” Jordan shouted to Lulu. Ebony leaped from her seat and grabbed Lulu by the hair.  She shoved Lulu hard on her shoulders, sending her sprawling back onto the bed.  “Just stay there if you know what’s good for you!” Clyda and Tiffany got up from their seats with others following them and pulled Jordan away, dragging her out of the auditorium.  So much exertion at her larger height was too much for her system, and she had reverted back to her smaller size.

“If that stuck up bitch is gonna be around here, I don’t think I wanna stay much longer,” Jordan exclaimed as they reached the hallway. “You’re right, Jordan,” Tiffany responded.  “Lulu is a problem and she’ll be dealt with.  But I’ll do it my way…do you understand?” Jordan finally calmed down and composed herself.  “All right, Tiffany.  I owe you and the others too much to walk away from here now.  But something’s gotta be done about Lulu.”  She turned and walked down a corridor to her quarters. “Jordan really does have a point, you know,” said Clyda as she and Tiffany returned to the auditorium. “That’s the understatement of the year.  I’m just trying to figure out what to do with Lulu.”

As they entered the auditorium again, Ebony was using her superior strength to hold Lulu down while Dee Dee sedated her.  The blonde dancer was finally unconscious.  There was an awkward silence between Ebony and other amazons after the intervention, as they all realized things were reaching a boiling point. “What the hell happened with Lulu, Dee Dee?” exclaimed Tiffany.  “Her cock was as big as Ebony’s for crying out loud!” “Are you sure you read the manual for the Vectran software, love?” asked Clyda. “I can’t read something I don’t have!” Dee Dee responded.  “I think because Lulu spent some time with Rhiannon, combined with all the cum we pumped into her, and then how we fixed her nipples…that she’s turned out different somehow.  In a way, she’s a wild card like Jordan…only we can trust Jordan now.” “The last thing we need is a joker in the fucking deck,” muttered Tiffany.  “I want you to take extra precautions, just in case, for whoever she does it with next.”

Dee Dee’s palm pilot buzzed, and she read the text message.  “Summer’s coming back to the Island tomorrow, and she’s bringing two starlets with her.  Their names are ‘Magenta’ and  ‘Ashley Renee’.” “I could swear I’ve heard that name ‘Ashley Renee’ somewhere before,” said Ebony.  “I just can’t place her.” “At least we know beforehand that Summer’s coming back,” said Tiffany, “and not unin-vited like those super-mutants earlier.  I know I’ve been leery about letting her make trips back to the US and telling folks about us, but she has a knack for getting dynamite looking gals to come here and at least try things with us…we’ve gotten some killer footage, thanks to her.” “Let’s get a good night’s sleep and see who our new guests are tomorrow,” said Clyda.  “I mean, things can’t go any worse than they did today…can they?” “Just take ‘sleeping beauty’ here to the infirmary,” answered Dee Dee.  “I’m gonna make sure she stays sedated and restrained, until we decide what to do with her.” “Tami’s usually on duty there,” Tiffany remembered.  “Remind her not to get any ideas about getting back at Lulu while she’s like this.” “That gal’s so nice, I don’t think she has a nasty bone in her body.  But I’ll see if anyone can switch shifts with her for tonight.”

My caning that evening in the Punishment Room was more horrific than usual.  Eric gave me fifty strokes instead of the usual thirty.  Twenty were with the sharp-knobbed whangee cane and all fifty were full-force.  At the end I was hysterical with pain and bleeding from my welts, especially where Eric had caned the same place multiple times.   Eric enjoyed slamming the cane repeatedly into my sensitive lower buttocks and upper thighs.  All my nerve-ends seem to congregate there, so Eric caned me in the same place again and again until blood poured down and there was just no way for the agony to increase.  The bruising made it impossible for me to sit even if I had the opportunity, and it made even a touch in that area so painful that I screamed every time.  

The next few weeks were among the worst of my whole time in prison.  The nights in my pitch-dark tiny stinking cell were terrible.  They often opened the little air vent in my low ceiling occasionally but only so Jonny and Jez could shit through it.  One time, Jonny dropped in three dead rats though the vent – ‘you don’t have to eat them, cunt, they’re just to keep you company’, Eric joked.  They stayed and rotted in my cell for two weeks – when I had to clean my cell out, they kept saying ‘leave the rats’, and then they inevitably laughed at me when I said ‘Yes, Sirs.  Thank you, Sirs.  Thank you for the dead rats, Sirs’  

Every day now started with cleaning out the dog enclosure.  I picked up the dog’s shit  and frequently had to stir it with my hands into my morning gruel.  I attended to the nasty little puddles of dog-piss around the dog’s favourite wooden posts; the boy saw another opportunity to humiliate me by making me lap up the dog-piss as a regular part of my cleaning duties.  Sometimes, Jez and Jonny, both of course with whips which they mainly aimed at my genitals, were allowed to supervise my cleaning.  Sometimes they added their piss to the dog’s puddles.  Once, Jez vomited into one of the puddles and made me eat it – Eric just laughed: ‘such a delicious soup of boy-sick and dog-piss’, he said when he heard about it ‘good for the cunt’, he added.   

My hard labour, motivated by the regular use of the cattle-prod on my dick and balls, up my asshole, on my nipples, and on my belted hands, went on relentlessly.  In fact, Eric ordered the guard to give me heavier loads and more at-the-double carrying.  He also devised a new punishment which he called the ‘punishment train’.  ‘Get the cunt on its hands and knees – it hates that anyway – it’s always cutting itself’, said Eric to the guard.  ‘Tie a bit of strong rope round its balls and then attach the balls to a sack with 30kg of rubble and bricks.  Then it has to drag it around the yard.  Plenty of cattle-prodding if it slacks’.  

When they tried the ‘punishment train’ out, a number of inmates and the boy watched on and mock-encouraged me, as my balls were attached to the heavy sack: ‘Get those balls working, cunt, do something useful with them’.  The guard, motivated by the taunts, gave my balls a hard kick which made me double up in pain, and brought some applause.  Then the guard  attached the sack, which I’d been forced to fill with heavy bricks, and pointed to a spot about fifty yards away across rough ground.  It would have been torture to have crawled across that ground even without dragging a heavy sack by my balls, but a couple of heavy cane-strokes from the boy and some electrocution on my dick from the guard, got me started on a journey which would be repeated at least twice a day from them on during my hard labour sessions.  ‘I see the cunt’s getting some extra knee discipline’ said Eric when he saw blood pouring down my shins, ‘That punishment train’s tearing you to shreds, cunt.  Are you enjoying it, cunt?’  ‘No, Sir.  But it’s what I deserve, Sir.  Thank you for thinking up this punishment, Sir, which gives me ball-pain and knee-discipline at the same time.’  Eric used his torture-spray to stop most of the bleeding, making me roll on the ground clutching my knees now in even more excruciating agony. 

Regular visits to the Punishment Room meant hours of caning and horrible tortures on the bondage table.  Probably the worst was a series of severe scrapings of my urethra with a new bigger wire with more horrible barbs shoved down my pisshole now, at Eric’s insistence, by up to six centimetres.  Eric introduced the new wire after my dick-burning with the cigar.  ‘I want to keep your dick in the worst pain I can after that well-deserved burning, both inside and outside’, Eric explained.  ‘We’re going to scrape out more raw meat from your urethra and we’ll do a bit of burning inside there too, not just by hot chillies  like we have up to now, but also by heating the wire – it’s metal so you’ll get the full burn inside you’ he added.  

The boy used a candle to heat the exposed end of the wire and soon the barbs chewing at the soft flesh deep inside my urethra heated up.  I had red hot chilli-dipped barbed wire inside my urethra, burning it in two excruciating ways.  I could barely even scream, just making incoherent guttural shrieks while I endured that pain.  I pulled uselessly against the straps holding me down.  A couple of times, Eric made me eat the smoking burned pieces of flesh which they pulled through my pisshole. ‘We shouldn’t waste meat, even nasty cunt-meat’ explained Eric as he took a small spoon with those bits on it and put it to my mouth.  I was slow to move my lips.  ‘Two more scrapings if this isn’t in your mouth in five seconds’ said Eric.  ‘Savour it – don’t swallow it yet’, he added with his dimpled smile. 

Whole days passed when I was put into the cock-and-ball pillory or in the punishment box in the inmates’ area and there subjected to every imaginable torture and abuse.  The inmates all hated me and they each had particular ways to add to my misery. They would punish me with stinging nettles and brambles, and several of them loved the barbed wire brush and used it repeatedly on my ass and between my legs – they knew that there were no limits when it came to ‘the cunt’.  They would fuck me violently with no lube and sometimes they would force sharp sticks and burning cigarettes up my asshole too.  I had to eat snot and shit, vomit and puss.  One young inmate used to walk all day with his chewed gum on his shoe and then get his mates to come and watch when he fed it to me in the pillory. 

The very worst of my new and more severe regime was that the boy’s vicious dog started to fuck me regularly.  This was an experience which makes me physically sick to think about even now – Eric and the boy laughed so much at this – they would stand by and encourage the dog ‘Good boy – come on boy – get in him, boy’ – they put something in my asshole which drove the dog mad.  

It wasn’t the pain.  It was the sheer degradation.  I was an object, a cunt, a piece of shit, and I was fucked regularly by a dog. 

One day, when I was tied up on the bondage table face-up, waiting fearfully for another scraping, Eric grabbed my cock and used some kind of speculum to force my pisshole open much wider than usual – he forced in a thick sound with ridges, a bit like a thick metal screw.  He used no lube of course, just brute force – and he left it in there.  Then he had me turned over on my front and he used another bigger speculum to force open my asshole so wide that I thought it would split – the boy then used the gaping hole as an ashtray for his cigar and all the others used it for their cigarettes.  The boy then took a thick needle with strong thread and closed up my asshole over the ashtray mess.  It was incredibly painful and a horrible feeling, another degradation almost as bad as the dog-fucking.  They blocked my asshole with ashtray filth.  With these additions, with the thick sound in my dick and the ashtray in my asshole, I was made to crawl as usual to the bungalow and shoved into my cell. 

The next morning, I expected to be sent, despite my blockages, to clean the dog’s enclosure. Instead, I was taken to the iron fence with holes in it.  I was tied to it so tightly, it was hard to breathe.  I realised to my horror that there was a hole in the fence in front of my dick and balls. I could feel the breeze on them.  Eric pulled them through the sharp-edged hole and tied them off so they stuck out obscenely.  He squeezed my dick really hard and yanked the sound out of my dick with a blood pouring after it – ‘We don’t want the dog to hurt his teeth’, said Eric.  I saw clearly and suddenly what was happening.  I struggled and I screamed and begged and yelled for mercy – ‘Please.  Please, Sirs.  Not this – don’t let the dog tear them off – please please Eric, Sir’.  I was shaking with fear and I was squealing, as the dog was brought out by the boy. ‘No – please Sirs, please – No!’   

‘The dog’s going to tear off your genitals and eat them, cunt.  You’ll watch while he does it’, said Eric. 

The boy released the dog.  It only had a few yards to run. 

A shot rang out and the dog fell on its side in front of me.  Men and women in uniform started running around – there seemed to be dozens of them.  The boy was led away in handcuffs.  I was released and put in an ambulance.  Jez and Jonny, who had been watching it all, were taken back to the inmates’ area.   

Eric who had been standing next to me, expecting to watch the dog rip off my dick and balls, whispered something in my ear and I nodded quickly.  Then Eric too was handcuffed and led away.   

I gave evidence against the boy and some of the other guards.  The court decided that Jonny and Jez could finish their sentences in other prisons, but nothing extra.  I didn’t give evidence against Eric – I said that he probably didn’t know what was going on – but I kept a stack of evidence in a safe place about what actually happened. 

To avoid prison, Eric agreed to become my slave at home.  Just like when I had originally abused him.  I couldn’t wait to fuck him without lube and I couldn’t wait to cane him again.   

When Eric knocked on my door, he had no luggage.  He knew he wouldn’t need any possessions – he was now one of my possessions.   

He stripped naked right there on the mat as soon as he had closed the front-door.  Then he knelt down and kissed my feet.   

Our worlds had moved on.  

I am Jerry. I am bisexual and am drawn to cute girls who look like boys and boys that look like girls. In the end, however, I enjoy a boy’s pussy and cock the most. I am 29, am 5-10, weigh 165. My hair is dark brown with a few highlights.  I am into fashion and footwear. I have a fetish for boots and cute sneaks. I like to check out cute sneaks on line.  I love hi top Chucks. A pair of white leather hi top Chucks just arrived. I am putting them and looking at myself in the mirror just in these new white leather Ckucks and am getting hard. I start to jerk my dick and drop a load on my lovely new white leather boots. OH FUCK. I take them off so I can lick my cum on the white leather.  Oh yeah, I love all my pretty sneaks and boots and am always on the lookout for pretty femboys wearing boots or hi tops.

I am at acoffee shop in the gay village and eye a cute femboy. He has short blond hair and is wearing white leather shorts, a white tank top and white Nike Cortez sneaks with the red swoosh and blue trim. He has long eyelashes and finger nails painted in pearl that match his pearl necklace. I am wearing a light pink tee, tight faded jeans and short denim cowboy boots with 2” heels.

I introduce myself to pretty femboy.

“Hi I am Jerry. Just noticed your cool look, bro. White leather shorts look hot.”

“I’m Tommy.  Love your denim boots.”

We chat about fashion and footwear and agree to meet again.  

A few days later I invite Tommy who is 20 to my place. Tommy is 5-7, weighs 145.  He is wearing what he had on before and I am wearing my denim cowboy boots. We drink beer for a while and then start to kiss.

“You look so cute, Tommy. I have a thing for femboys”

I start to rub his crotch which gets hard.  I unzip his white leather shorts and take is 5” in my mouth. As I suck his dick, I rub his white leather ass. Tommy starts to moan as I suck and play with his tight leather ass. Pretty soon Tommy unloads in my mouth. OHHHHHHHHHH. I swallow all of his lovely goo. With some of the cum on my lips I kiss Tommy.

Tommy goes down on my cowboy boots starts to lick them.

“I loved your boots when we first met, they are so hot.”

Tommy kisses the heels and then takes the pointed toe of one boot in his mouth and sucks it. As he sucks my boot he reaches for my crotch which is rock hard now.  I start to moan as he rubs my hardness. I surrender to Tommy’s hand on my crotch and sucking the toe of my boot. I cannot hold back and come in my jeans. OHHHHHHHHHH

Tommy unzips my jeans and starts to lick the cum on my cock. He kisses me and I taste my cum on his lips. As he kisses me, he starts to jerk my cock with his hand. I take his cock and do the same. We rub our hard dicks against each other. I reach for Tommy’s hole and play with it. I stick my finger inside and then fuck him with both fingers.  

“Yeah, do my hole.”

I take my fingers out and start to play with Tommy’s cute ass. I massage it, lick it, kiss it and slap it. Tommy’s gorgeous ass makes me so hard. I can’t wait to rim his pink pucker.  I have a huge hard just looking at that fuckin hole. I kiss it and flick on my tongue on it. 

“Oh, fuck me, Jerry. I want you to fill me up”

“Sure. I love fucking pretty femboys. When I saw you in the coffee shop I wanted you and now I am going to have you, all of you, my gorgeous bitch gurl”

“Yeah ride me with your pretty boots, cowboy.” 

Tommy’s pussy is warm and moist and ready to be filled. I start slowly and gradually go deeper inside his welcoming cunt.  Tommy is on all fours as I ride him.  I feel his cute ass as I fuck him. I reach for his cock and jerk it. I get up on my high heels so I have more leverage and go deeper into Tommy.

After riding his ass for what seems like a half hour. I pull my cock out.

“Suck my dick, pretty boy and enjoy the taste of your hot ass.”

Tommy eagerly takes my dick in his mouth licking it and sucking it.

While Tommy blows me I reach for his sneaks and feel the white leather. I push Tommy away so that I can grab one of his Nikes. I lick it and suck on the white leather toe. 

“I love these pretty sneaks. Get on your back. I want lick them while I fuck you now”.

“Oh yeah, I want to see your lips on the white leather and red swoosh while you fuck me”

Licking the white leather, I come inside Tommy.  OH. FUCKKKKKKKK

I take one of the sneaks now and put it on Tommy’s hole that is dripping with my cum.

“Oh yeah. Fuck me with my sneak. I want to feel the pretty white leather up my ass. Oh fuck man.”

I push his cute sneak deeper into his hole.

“Oh fuck don’t stop. I love feeling my pretty sneak in my hole. I am going to come. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I put the cum soaked white leather sneak in Tommy’s mouth. 

“Suck it pretty bitch gurl.  Your white leather sneak looks so good in your mouth”

He licks the cum and sucks it greedily

I lean down and lick the back of his sneak while Tommy sucks it. 

I take it out of Tommy’s mouth so we both can kiss it now then kiss each other. I rub the white leather sneak on Tommy’s ass.

“Oh fuck you’re such hot femboy, Tommy.  I loved fucking you so much”

“Yeah. That was so hot. Let’s rest and do another round. I want you to fuck my hole with your pretty boots.”

He ducked his head as he walked slowly down the airplane aisle toward his seat, following a man struggling with two suitcases and a woman with a child on each hip. He reached the exit row and sat next to the deadheading pilot in the middle seat. He wedged his briefcase upright under the seat in front of him, leaving room for his size fourteen feet to fit on each side. His khaki shorts rode up as he settled into the seat, and he tugged them down.

His Kindle, iPhone, and AirPods case went into the seatback pocket. He twisted each AirPod into his ears, smoothing his floppy, sun-streaked brown hair. It was neatly parted, straight and thick, cut close around the back and sides, and long on top. His white teeth had obviously been straightened, but he didn’t have the telltale upper lip curve of someone who once had a pronounced overbite. His eyes were a muddy blue-green, rimmed with thick dark lashes; his eyebrows perfectly shaped and neither thin nor bushy. He had the boyish good looks of someone with great genes who was aging well as he entered his early thirties. What some would call a typical WASP.

The flight attendant briefed the exit row, “Are you willing and able to open these exits in the event of an emergency? I need a verbal ‘yes’, please.” He nodded and smiled. “Yes.” After the short safety demo, he pulled out his Kindle and began to read. It was a busy morning, and it took nearly thirty minutes before the plane finally reached the end of the runway and took off.

Flying was never comfortable for him. He shifted in his seat every few minutes, crossing his legs, then uncrossing them and stretching them out, feet on either side of his briefcase. The space underneath the aisle seat was smaller than the window or middle, and he had to turn his feet slightly on their sides to wedge them into the space.

His legs were long and lean, but muscular, with the shapely calves of a runner or tennis player. They were covered in straight dark brown hair. No sign of thinning or the bare patches that older men have from crossing their legs or their calves constantly rubbing on pants. As he shifted in his seat, his thin khaki shorts would ride up, showing the thickening patches of leg hair on the insides of his thigh as it neared his crotch. Every so often, he’d tug on each side to pull them back down again.

The flight continued. He leaned forward, stretching out his long back, then arched back, lifting his hips off the seat. The bulge in his crotch was noticeable. Settling back into his seat with a small sigh, he leaned his head back on the top of the headrest and closed his eyes. Soon he was sleeping. He gradually slid down in the seat, his legs extending under the seat in front of him, his shorts riding up his thighs again.

He had been on the road for days, and was ready to get home to his wife and new baby. The weekend in New York was productive. He’d met with several promising new investors. Evenings were spent catching up with college friends. Like him, most were now married, ascendant in their careers, starting families. There was conversation and laughter; great food and too much wine. The evolution of their college frat parties into something more refined, but just as intense. Always competitive – who was living better, making more, climbing the ladder faster?

He met two still-single friends at a bar in the Village. The usual conversation between people who had drifted apart over time: career, money, apartments, dating. It was interesting to hear their perspectives on being single in their thirties. Both were attractive men, and he assumed it was a non-stop parade of dates and one-night stands. But no, work and some maturity had tempered their wildness. Instead, they struggled to find someone to connect with, to spend time with. They tired of the chase.

Round after round of drinks reduced inhibitions, increased garrulousness. Arms around shoulders, they laughed and talked, swaying a bit as the alcohol levels rose. One friend expressed jealousy at his having a wife, and being able to “get it” whenever he wanted. An assumption he quickly corrected. The other friend, quieter, leaned into his ear and whispered “you know can get it whenever you want.” His meaning didn’t really register.

Their bodies struggled to process the quantity of alcohol they were consuming. They didn’t have the same tolerance as in their frat boy days. From buzzy exuberance and tongue-tripping enthusiasm, they slid toward quiet, slowness, nuance. Important things were said, discussed, debated. Hearts were opened, truths shared, secrets slipping out. Great bear hugs, arms around waists, patting of chests. 

He had to leave. Get back to the hotel, finish packing, get some sleep. His flight was at 8 AM. A round of goodbyes, of promising to do this again soon, of keeping in touch. Holding each other’s heads, staring into each other’s eyes. Hugs again. A kiss on the neck. Brothers forever. Goodbye. 

He slept, head lolling to the side, jerking back upright. He dreamed of college days, of living in the frat house, of parties and roommates and studying and locker rooms. He loved those guys. They were more than brothers. They shared everything, knew everything, had everything. 

Half-dreaming, he remembered the kiss on his neck, the warm breath, the whisper in his ear. It tickled him in places he hadn’t felt in years. Reminded him of forgotten, drunken things he’d done in college. His shorts tightened, a swelling growing down his left leg. Eyes closed, he recalled the comfort of an arm over his shoulders, a hand patting his hairy chest through an unbuttoned shirt.

He dozed off again. The flight hit some light turbulence, vibrating the plane ever so slightly. He felt it in his buttocks through the thinly padded seat. It was soothing, comforting. His shorts tightened further, and the tip poked out of the leg. He slept on, unaware.

Someone was tapping his knee. “Excuse me, can I please get out?” The pilot next to him. He jerked awake. “One sec.” He tugged down the legs of his shorts again, realizing that he was aroused in the process. Holding his left arm awkwardly over his crotch, he unfastened the seatbelt and stood in the aisle. The pilot squeezed past him, and he thumped back into the seat. He draped his left arm on his thigh, willing things to relax.

The pilot returned, and he again stood. May as well go to the bathroom before sitting back down. He sauntered toward the back, hands in his pockets to relieve the tightness. The lavatory was small, and he scrunched his neck to fit inside. Pushing down his shorts, his member bounced out, now at more than half mast. He tried to pee. Nothing. He sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the wall, willing his bladder to cooperate. 

The thrumming of the plane vibrated through his body. Things down below were growing, not shrinking. He was at full staff, eight solid inches pointing toward the ceiling. He couldn’t go back to his seat like this. He’d have to take care of things.

Grabbing hold with one hand, he cupped below with the other. He stroked languidly, gently. Opening his eyes, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Firm, round buttocks and tumescent member, surrounded by thick brown pubes. It excited him more than he expected. He increased his pace, eyes closing again. 

His mind drifted back to the bar last night. To the quieter friend, the one who had kissed his neck and whispered in his ear. To the arm around his shoulder, fingers grazing his nipple. To a memory, long forgotten, of the friend stroking his chest hair at a toga party, where he was dressed only in a white bedsheet. To the friend’s hand moving other places, stroking other things. To a head under the toga skirt and a warm mouth on his member, hands gripping his buttocks. To the most intense orgasm he remembered having.

He opened his eyes and tried to aim for the toilet. He muffled a low growl, biting his shoulder. He shot hard, streaks hitting the raised toilet seat and the wall behind it. Two, three, four times he shuddered, butt clenching, hips thrusting. 

He scrabbled for paper towels, attempting to remove the evidence. Shoving the towels deep into the trash bin, he turned his attention back to the toilet. Now he could finally pee. It came with force, splashing into the toilet, a faintly sour scent of too much alcohol. Washing his hands, the water splashed out of the tiny sink, wetting his shorts. He unlocked the door and walked back up the aisle to his seat.