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Jameson High Ch. 3-4

Chapter 2: Well now that you know about Alex and I, it’s probably time I tell you about my family, mostly, my two sisters. My sisters, Julia and Allie, are identical twins and even through all the genetic modifications, they have stayed exactly identical. My sisters (At least they started as sisters) are hermaphrodites by choice, they modified themselves to grow a 15 inch cock and a set of balls each the size of an orange at will. They are platinum blondes with 34C breasts; I happen to be VERY well endowed in that department, with athletic figures absolutely no trace of their Hispanic heritage. When they registered at the academy a few years ago they ended up being the first ever incestual dom/sub pairing. By this time they had both become hermaphrodites and were wearing rainbow colored robes and when they found that they were paired, mother was joyous having enjoyed the mixed endowments of her twin daughters many times previously.
That night at home in mothers room (father died many years before) it sounded like a shark frenzy on land until the wee hours of the night. Well as they loved to fuck nightly, mom had their room soundproofed to give me my peace and quiet. While I myself preferred the female form over any other, Julia and Allie chased any tail, guy or gal, everywhere. Julia was the dominant one and gave Allie no freedoms. It started with Allie having to have a cock-ring, a dildo, and a butt plug in her at all times; after that Allie had to ask permission to use the toilet and eventually Allie had to crawl whenever in Julia’s presence. Allie was a natural sub even before the evaluation placed her and embraced this enthusiastically. Julia loved using and abusing Allie’s body like a fuck-toy, one time she did this I was watching while my mother fucked my pussy with her 12 inch strap-on.
“On your knees, SLUT,” “Yes ma’am,” “Suck me off,” “Lie down while I take that magnificent cock up my ass,” Allie follows all of these orders without hesitation. Then eventually, after coming many times; Julia twists Allie over, shoves her cock in her ass and takes Allie’s cock deep in her cunt and rams into her from behind. She keeps fucking her sister’s ass in this modified Hermes twist while reaching around to fondle Allie’s breasts while twisting her nipple piercings and pull the chain connecting them. When she does this Allie falls into the depths of an orgasm that, with any other person would require post-traumatic stress therapy to recover from, her cock pulsing and cum flying past the ring into Julia’s cunt, her sphincter squeezing Julia’s cock until she blows her load deep in Allie’s ass. “Fuck!!!” they yell in unison. Julia pulls her cock out and shoves it all the way into her sister’s mouth for a good cleaning. After being satisfied the cleaning is sufficient, she begins dick slapping her on the clit until Allie comes again from the stimulation. This whole time my mother and I had been cumming nearly continuously. Allie soon falls asleep in Julia’s loving arms, their twin cocks pressed together, still leaking cum on each other’s bellies.
Chapter 3: For my 12th birthday, my mother gave me her entire collection of sex toys, over the years I have collected my fair share of fuck toys ranging from anal beads the size of a fist and butt plugs that make traffic cones look tiny to vibrating eggs and womb crawlers, but the size of and things in this collection were incredible, strap-ons as long as a models leg, anal toys that would stretch the holes of even the most veteran whores, bondage equipment and clothing, gags that literally throat fucked you, and nipple clamps that could be used to milk a cow with ease. Most of these toys have been in storage for years; with the exception of the bondage clothing and equipment, of course; but today I was going through them to find one I had loved as a child. It was a black double dildo with a sentient AI that controlled its functions. This AI was my first true love and thanks to Alex’s mom, I could now have its fragmented memory restored by the latest computer and nanite technologies. “Found it!” I yelled to no one while I pulled on its wide tip to free it from the rubble of toys.
As I drove home I began fondling my favorite childhood toy, soon it was too much, I immediately lifted my skirt and jammed the wide head into my cunt while rubbing my clit furiously. When the head entered my pussy it activated immediately and started vibrating the head only while forcing itself deeper, two thin tubes shot out of the other tip and went directly for my heaving breasts. I obliged it by ripping my blouse off (I really don’t like wearing underwear) and offering my breasts to them. I had found early on that my breasts were much larger than other girls around me and were still bigger than some girls with genemods; I also learned that my nipples were incredibly sensitive. The dildo must have sensed that I was pregnant and lactating (One of Alex and I’s latest bondage sessions had “born” fruit and we were overjoyed) and started sucking the milk from my now 72FF breasts. I began cumming from this amount of stimulation and it came with me which is odd because it has never done that before but, I embraced it whole heartedly as I felt it flowing throughout my cunt.
While I was coming, it must have slipped out because I now felt a prodding feeling on my asshole. I allowed it into my ass where it began going deeper and deeper until the whole thing, all 36 inches, disappeared into my intestines; I could felt it going still deeper and it felt mind-blowingly incredible. I began moaning again, thankful that I had cleaned myself out with my twice daily three gallon enema. I fingered myself as the dildo worked wonders on my colon; I brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted milk, “MY MILK!” I thought to myself. Well that’s where it was putting it, and I absolutely loved the mixture of juices and milk and started gobbling copious amounts of it from my leaking pussy. Now I was aware of an odd feeling in my stomach, I realized that it was the dildo, it had traveled through my intestines and was now pushing up into her stomach; as its head popped into my belly from the wrong direction, I began cumming again and blacked out at one point from the sheer amount of excitement the stomach rape was causing. By the time I regained control of my body, the dildo was wriggling at the back of my throat when it began spewing more of my (still being pumped) milk into my stomach and out of my mouth. As the milk was being sprayed throughout my body, I came again and again, the vibrations of my dildo running from my throat to my ass and pussy. I blacked out again and when I came to, the dildo was firmly lodged half in my cunt and half in my ass, all the milk and cum was gone and my clothes were on, “Good Morning, sleepyhead,” I heard a female voice say but I couldn’t quite place it. “Down here, Adi,” I glance down to see the dildo and I remembered it had an AI, but that can’t be; the system has been broken and corrupt for years…

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A Second Life – 1

Well, here’s one from Cathy and I and Cathy’s stepfather. Cathy and I started it then he added a lot of the stuff about the old man’s memories – an old guy who thinks he should have been a girl. In our SF fantasy he gets both that wish and the implicit one. He doesn’t want to be an 82 year old woman. He wants to be a young, gorgeous babe. By the way “Otis”, Cathy’s stepfather, is only 58, so even he is only guessing what goes on in the mind of a really old man.
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Chapter 1: Another Life
I woke up slowly, not having any idea why I was now a female. The breasts would have been hint enough. They were firm and shapely. The kind I’d always adored most of my seventy years living on this world as an adult male. But I was laying flat on a bed or padded table. It wasn’t until I sat up some hours later that I would fully experience the force of gravity reminding me that I now definitely had mammary glands, nice squeezable ones.
The first indication was my missing genitals. I can’t say I was terrible upset because I was very heavily sedated. And besides, my body no longer felt like it should have genitals, at least not male ones. I could hardly lift my arms. But even without touching myself I could feel that I was now equipped with a cavity.
A man walked in the room, a young handsome man, strong looking. I knew, even without noticing his uniform, that he was a male nurse.
I think he said hello but my hearing was still very poor. The man laid his hand on my waist and massaged my belly a little. It felt good. And for some reason my new female body liked being touched by such a sexy male. Until Max touched me, I had not noticed my own nudity.
Phoenix had discovered right from the beginning that sexual eroticism was the best way to revive a sleeper. It was a fact that interested the press and spawned many a cheap romance tale of oldsters waking up in young bodies and falling in love with their nurses. The silly thing is it’s true, happens every time and hardly merits a story. It’s just good medical practice. The other thing is that these nurses hardly ever have mutual sex with their patients. Within a short while Max would start giving me the first of many orgasms. But by the time I could do for him what I wanted to do, I would no longer need his help and he would be working with a new female patient.
I knew about Phoenix. Everyone did. The company was the first and still most successful of those offering un-aging. The process was expensive. Some said unnecessarily so. With population pressure always a problem, recycling oldsters was just another way of adding to the burden. Making it affordable to everyone would make it a significant problem. The government had come up with a compromise. Tax it of course! The rich could afford a second chance, the middle class if they saved. The actual numbers who managed to pony up the fee where not so great. They added insignificantly to the added burden of new babies each year. And starting life again as an already educated adult meant a lot of resources were saved by not needing to educate newbies. Of course, training was often necessary if the person actually expected to work as a professional of some sort, even in the field he had been in fifty years earlier.
People who emerged from the tanks were legally the same age as when they entered. The process un-aged you. It did not un-grow you. It could do that, but tests with animals had shown you only get one chance to mature. If you took an eighty year old woman and regressed her back to a ten year old, she would start aging slowly, but would never mature, never reach adolescence. Most humans do not want to spend a second life time in the aging body of a child. So Phoenix was careful to stop at a point where maturity is completed and aging barely started. For females this left the woman seemingly about sixteen, for males around nineteen.
After my wife and son died together in an accident I had little to live for. I’d been retired for twenty years and was bored with my life of leisure, especially living it as a lonely old fart some eighty-two years of age. What Phoenix offered wasn’t what everyone wanted, even those who could afford it. Marge and I couldn’t afford it so we never had to make a choice. Then there was just me, and my son had this big life insurance policy he’d started in his thirties when he thought he was getting married. Since the girl had gotten cold feet, it turned out I was his only heir. No parent wants to inherit money from their child! I felt like killing myself. I remember wondering at one point if Phoenix was a way out of my misery. But it was only a passing speculation as far as I could remember. Apparently I was the one in three who had significant “short term” memory loss, because I had no memory of ever actually changing my mind and contacting the company. The last thing I could remember for sure was my birthday when I turned 82. Not having either my wife or son there had been especially depressing.
But waking up in the body of a luscious sixteen year old girl, it was hard to let myself be depressed. Martin Hess was some other person who had died a lonely old man. Man? That was the one thing that I could find no theory for. Phoenix didn’t change people’s sex. It only made them younger!
It was hard to communicate with Max. I could hardly talk. Even my whispers sounded like grunts, though that was an improvement from twenty minutes earlier. I could now hear and understand him when he said something. But communication was all one way. The second time he told me his name I understood him. But when his talented hands moved up toward my breasts, I lost interest in everything other than that delicious feeling. It had been so many years since I’d had an erection I could hardly remember being a functional male. And it had been many years before that since the last time a woman had given my penis this kind of attention. My wife had never liked sucking or fondling my member, though she had enjoyed intercourse into our late fifties. I was about forty-five the last time I’d paid a professional to give me a hand job. AIDS hadn’t been cured then so she wasn’t about to suck me. Anyway, I don’t remember her hands on my penis feeling anywhere as good as Max’s hands on my new overly ripe tits.
As a young man I’d always been interested in the question of who enjoyed sex more. Partly I sort of wondered if I was really a man myself. Somewhere inside I maybe wanted to be a woman. I loved heterosexual sex, the idea of male and female genitals locked together, the feel of myself inside a woman. But I always longed to know what it felt like for her to have me inside her vagina, or on those few occasions, inside her heinie. When I had fantasies, I was the female being ravished by one or more very male studs. But being the male in real life was still much better than not having sex.
I often wondered if I would like a homosexual relationship. But I was never tempted to find out. I could fantasize about being a sweet young girl having her pretty ass reamed. But I didn’t think I wanted anything to do with a man who’d find my hairy old ass attractive. And I didn’t feel any temptation myself to fuck other men, even young attractive ones.
Toward the end of the twentieth century they had developed sex change operations, with some interest in the male to female direction. I never heard much about women being given artificial penises, but the creation of an artificial vagina was practiced. Breasts were relatively simple. Give a guy girl hormones and “she” grows breasts, functional ones. With about the same prep as a regular woman who hasn’t had a baby, these breasts can be made to lactate. That part sounded interesting. Imagine having a man suckle my nipples and taste my abundant milk? Certainly orgasmic! Apparently the hormones also made “her” body less hairy and often improved “her” head hair.
But the vaginas they made didn’t sound so good. They cut an incision in the muscle, cut your penis in half and insert it inside out into the hole. This gives you nerve endings inside so you can feel something inside this cavity. But would it feel like you were a woman getting laid? Without a cervix? No womb? And probably not even the right feelings, just stupid feelings. I couldn’t believe it would be worthwhile. And what man would want to fuck such a klugey cavity? “Her” anus would probably be much better.
One thing I didn’t need Max to tell. However it had happened, what now opened up between my thighs was the real McCoy. I knew there was all the right equipment there inside this very female body. I didn’t know if I could conceive and give birth, though it felt like I could. It certainly felt like, with this body, I could have fun trying to get myself knocked up. Boy could I have fun! My life long fantasy, being a young, attractive female with eager men making love to me! I just knew I’d do for all these future men what women had rarely done for me, what women rarely do for men.
Most women like to make love by having sex. Men like to have sex and make love. The difference is women like my wife, Marge, don’t really want sex except to have babies. The rest of the time it’s just something men want to do. Marge always wanted to “just cuddle” especially after we were beyond the baby making stage. Every time she suggested it I felt like I died a little. It made it abundantly clear how little she’d cared for sex itself. And what every man wants, me included, was a woman who craved the sex itself along with the love making.
We have this fantasy, we men do, that there are women out there who crave sex the way we do. We don’t ever meet them, except maybe on the street in the red light district. But you never know if she’s just pretending. And many of them don’t even bother pretending. During my long marriage, in my thirties and forties, I occasionally paid for sex so I could enjoy some variety. It was never anywhere as good as the few affairs I had when a horny neighbor would fuck me only because she wanted me to fuck her. Those few times were always the best, doing it with a sexy woman who had no other reason for having you inside her vagina except that she wanted you there. And one of them wanted it in her fanny almost as much as in her pussy! Anal sex with a woman who liked anal sex! Marge did it a few times when we were first married and never learned to like it.
In my thirties the prostitutes were simply a diversion, putting my penis inside the vaginas of different women. The few really interesting experiences were again with neighbors, bondage, anal sex, fellacio. Cunnilingus too. My lovers always liked that. But the whores who wouldn’t suck my dick would let me eat them. They always seemed mildly surprised when I did it but didn’t tell me not to.
In my forties, my interest in whores became even less demanding. I wasn’t having affairs. My wife was one of the few women I’d ever been in bed with who didn’t want me to eat her, though it became necessary as she got older if we didn’t use KY. I longed for a woman who would spread her thighs in pleasure when I went down on her. Fellacio from professionals was still out, but hand jobs with lubricant was fine. So I’d do coitus with my wife about once a week and about once a year I’d pay a whore to touch my erection with her fingers and let me kiss and lick her vagina, which surprised most of them. I never bothered to explain to them that I was getting enough missionary sex from my wife. I think I was forty-five the last time I paid for a hand job.
God! Almost forty years ago! No wonder I can’t remember it well enough to compare it to the tit squeezing Max is giving me. And here you’d think I could actually make the call, having been a man and now finding myself a young woman. I suppose if I’d just been a young man I’d be able to make the judgment call. But I know my life long prejudices are clouding my feelings. I always believed a woman could potentially enjoy sex more than a man, though I could never understand why they were so often reluctant to do so. Anyway, I am convinced that what I’m feeling is much better than what would be experienced by a male body in this situation.
Max has just asked me something which I didn’t quite understand. I hope he was asking me if I wanted him to be a bit more intimate in his fondling. Whatever he asked I smile because I think I will love anything he does to me.
He is now massaging my legs. It feels wonderful, especially my thighs, even when he isn’t brushing up against my crotch. I even like what he keeps doing to my feet! But now he’s cupping my genitals. My pussy lips cupped into the palm of a beautiful man. I never expected this. I never expected having pussy lips though I’ve often had them in my daydreams. I don’t miss my penis at all, because I’m not even remotely a male any more and don’t even have any residual feelings, only memories. I remember caressing women this way. Did any of them enjoy it as much as I am right now?
My legs are starting to get a little strength in them and my first act is to spread them as much as possible, which is only slightly. But Max can see what I’m doing and trying to do. He’s a professional doing his job. But I can see he enjoys his job and enjoys seeing a girl show her pleasure as much as she can. It’s funny. I’m at least 82 years old. But I feel like a shy girl of sixteen in the hand of a masterful seductor, a man I want to please more than anything.
I can feel the warmth where his hand touches me. I can feel the joy down there as he explores my intimate places. His finger is inside me. It feels good, like he’s massaging my insides. If I could roll over I might be tempted to do so and see if he’d do the same for my anus. But I think he will anyhow when he gets to it.
My whole body needs massaging and Max is attentive. Not all his time is spent squeezing my breasts, feeling inside my crevice, or fondling my fanny. So much time is spent manipulating my limbs and neck and face and feet that I am all the more appreciative when he returns to one of my erogenous zones. This is a sexual massage at its best! If I’d woken up a man the nurse would have been an attractive female.
Max seems so personally interested in my sex. His fingers are constantly inside enticing my interest. He’s now had me on my tummy several times and done the same in my anus. My body is still so disconnected that I cannot fully feel my first few orgasms. They seemed to happen in remote control. My pussy feels happy, then suddenly I’m convulsing down there, twitching in the dance of love. Yet up here in my brain I am only aware of what’s happening, but not taking a part. Each time, however, the feeling become more general, more wide spread. The fourth one seemed to reach my nipples. I could see and feel them swelling up with pleasure. When the feeling gets all the way to my brain I think I will finally know the best part of being a female!
Max will stay with me for about twenty hours. Then he will have a two day break before his next patient. He tells me this is because he gets tired giving, and receiving, so much pleasure. The first massage lasts about an hour and only stops after I have experienced several full body orgasms and shown that I can move my head and limbs.
For about an hour we just talk, with me still lying on my back. I am naked, of course, and would have myself no other way being here with my lover. Max knows how I feel and constantly reinforces my feelings with appreciative glances at the parts of my body. There is no reason I should not want him to look where he has been fondling me. In fact, I much prefer he does. During this break, like a good masseur, Max maintains some body contact, holding my hand, or resting his fingers somewhere on my body. He is not always touching my pussy lips. But he has done this so much that anywhere he touches me feels like he’s still fingering my privates. I would have this never end, even if it meant never getting up off this bed. But my fee did not include paying for Max for the rest of my life. Nor would he want to stay here. He’s a nurse, not a sex provider.
With only slight difficulty I can now form words and ask questions. But it is much harder to talk than think. I want to know how much memory I’ve lost. But I simply ask what day it is.
“January 17, 2087” is his answer. I turned 82 in 2085, and 83 last fall and remember nothing about it. The Phoenix process takes about two months before they wake you up. But around fourteen months seem to be missing. Some time during that year I apparently decided to go ahead and pay for the operation.
“I used to be a man?” I meant to ask why I was now a woman but that wasn’t necessary. Max knew what I meant.
“Yes. I’ve never encountered it before, but I have heard of it happening. I’m only a nurse and the doctors will explain more fully. Do you mind being a woman?”
“No, love it.” I managed to squeak out.
“Good. One of the things they’ll tell you is that the company is not responsible for what happened. It’s possible you might want to sue, but no one has yet. Apparently this only happens to people who really want it to happen. Probably a very careful study before hand might have predicted it. But since the result is benign there’s no reason to go to such an expense with every customer. You know the basic process?”
I nodded, but he still gave me the cook’s tour. In fact, I actually didn’t really know how the process worked. He didn’t either. But he knew a lot more than I did.
“The cells are purged of poisons, and the body is purged of bad cells, even parts of bad cells in many cases. Aging leaves trash throughout the whole body. Cancer is eliminated. But what is cancer? How does the machinery recognize such cells? How does it examine every cell in your body? It doesn’t. It lets the healthy cells throw out the bad ones, like excess fat cells. Or throw out the bad parts of the bad cells. The other cells vote on what’s good. Apparently, in your case, a majority of your body thought you were supposed to be female.
“This probably included your brain which is why you like the result. I’ve been told that men who change during the process are the most female of females when they emerge. They become every man’s dream girl. We try to keep this out of the general public knowledge to protect your privacy. Otherwise, half the world would be trying to sign you up as a porn star the minute you walked out the door. Our only advice is go slow. Enjoy yourself but don’t make it a point of telling your lovers why you’re such a fantastic lover. A female of a different kind is an oddity. But as long as people just think you’re a regular woman at the high end of being sexy, there won’t be that problem.
“By the way, you’re even more fertile than most sixteen year old healthy girls. Apparently the narrow window of fertility each month doesn’t apply. Unlike other girls, you can get knocked up almost two weeks in every month. So if you don’t want a lot of babies or abortions, you have to take birth control seriously. I won’t even suggest abstinence. The records show that it’s absolutely impossible in a case like yours. You’ll go crazy if you don’t fuck multiple times during each fertile period. Apparently, after going to so much trouble making you into a woman, your body is determined to make use of the fact. I can see from your smile that this whole idea excites you.”
While telling me all this, Max started again fondling my crotch. I guess he’d decided I’d had enough physical rest. I now had almost full control of my legs, at least sideways, and used this to open them wide for him. I never realized it felt so good for the girl when she was just being cooperative. Just opening my legs for him felt surprisingly erotic. And it felt wonderful to be able to open myself up completely, not just a few inches like I’d managed earlier. I would quickly discover in the weeks ahead that offering myself to a man in any way or any position was surprisingly, delightfully erotic, even if he did nothing to me immediately. Just bending over and spreading my buns so he can easily fuck me is almost as good as actually getting fucked. I sometimes start having orgasms just anticipating what I hope will come next. Do other women have this much sensitivity or am I really an “oddity”?
While Max squeezed and rubbed and penetrated, I fell open to his touch. It felt so wonderful to be wide open with his fingers inside me! I never wanted to feel my thighs touch each other, never wanted to leave this bed, never wanted to feel his fingers withdraw from my insides. But I knew this would end eventually. The trick would be to find men who wanted to fuck me frequently. I probably knew more about what men wanted than most regular women. I was sure I could arrange something.
As I thought about it I realized that the insurance money would have been much more than the process fee. When I left the clinic, I wouldn’t have to work for a long time. Perhaps with proper management I could even live indefinitely off my dividend earnings. I didn’t have a marketable trade being forty years obsolete in my previous profession. About the only thing I could think of that I might enjoy doing would be prostitution. I could hardly remember what a whore got paid when I was buying the services. I’d heard that with legalization, health issues finally solved, and the changes in morality making the profession more socially acceptable so that women where now more than ever willing to do it, the price had gone down. But with organized crime no longer involved, the girls got to keep most of the money, taxes being much lower than a pimp’s cut. So the profession paid the girls today a better income per customer.
What would I call myself? Martin could become Mary. But that sounded too goodie. Marie or Maria? I wasn’t sure what I looked like as a girl. Could I pass for Spanish? I would change my last name also. Not Hess. Maybe Hermosa? In Mexico maybe “pretty Mary” would sound presumptuous. But in an English speaking country it would sound sweet and exotic. Maria Hermosa I decided just as I suddenly realized that I was having another orgasm, and this one was turning into a whopper! This time I felt it everywhere, in my toes, my ass, my shoulders, my face, and naturally, my tits and clit. I felt myself arching, pushing my crotch up to meet his fingers, gushing my love juice up to his hand, though much of it falling back on my crotch, the insides of my thighs, and the sheet under my fanny. As I calmed down I realized I’d thrown my arms up over my head. It was the first time I’d moved them more than a few inches. Phoenix knew what they were doing using erotic stimulation to get a girl’s ticker back up to speed!

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Sexy Space Opera

This is my debut story. Ive never publicly written before. Please feel free to critique my work. I’ve been thinking of this story for a while and would love to expand it. Enjoy.

Science-Fiction

Mind Fuck – Chapter 1a (Unfortunate Day)

Warning: This tale contains the following elements which may cause an adverse reaction in the overly straight-laced: male on male sexual relations, male/female copulation before marriage/with no intent of marriage, anal sex, multiple sexual partners, masturbation, and humor. Reading this story may cause the following symptoms: hardened nipples, dampened panties, erected penises, male and female ejaculation accompanied by screaming and/or multiple orgasms, and an extreme urge to fornicate. This story is recommended for adults over the age of majority in your jurisdiction (18 for most). Use of this product by persons under the recommended age may result in the following negative side effects: grounding, supervised computer time, complete loss of computer priveliges, embarrassing ejection from public places, uncomfortable discussions with parental figures about sexual habits, and in extreme cases, complete loss of privacy and beating. Use only as directed. Please consult birth certificate and genitalia before using.
Alex groaned in satisfaction when he felt the blunt tip of Brandon’s ebony cock breach his anal ring. The hot greased rod steadily disappeared until the root of Brandon’s meat had been swallowed up by Alex’s pink pucker.
“Shit Brandon. I keep forgetting just how damn big you are.” He pushed his shaggy black hair back from his face.
“I keep forgetting how tight your ass is.”
“As much as you fuck me, it should be a black hole by now.”
“And yet, you still drop your pants for me.” A pleasure filled moan escaped the duo as the Asian squeezed the dick in his ass.
“I’m not at fault. You’ve got an advantage over everyone.”
“Right now, I think you’ve got the advantage,” the college sophomore grunted through clenched teeth.
“Really?” Alex started grinding his bubble butt in circles. “From here, it feels like your dick is in my ass, fucking me.”
“Or, you’re fucking my dick with your ass.”
“Bullshit -”
“Shut up and fuck.”
The Asian bottom raised himself to the tip and dropped, burying Brandon’s eight-inch root in his hot tunnel. He did it again. And again. Soon the dorm was filled with the echo of flesh slapping flesh. Alex added his own pig-like squealing to the cacophony when his roommate grasped his slim hips and started fucking upward into his willing ass. When he could get a thought going, Alex thanked whatever deity there was that it was early in the morning and their neighbors on both sides were heavy sleepers; if either one hadn’t been true, then the entire floor would have been privy to just what was happening in room 305.
This was their daily routine, and had been ever since the two had met over a year ago on move in day. Their alarm would sound at six thirty, and they would dash across the hall – Brandon often nude from the waist down – to relieve the pressure of their bladders. Then, the minute their door closed, the two males would climb into the same bed, and one or the other would sink his turgid erection into the others willing anus, not stopping until their morning wood had been sated. At seven, they would hit the gym together and separate at eight for classes. Between school, work, activities, and their respective social lives, they often wouldn’t meet again until nine or ten at night. Two hours of studying later, they would turn the lights off and Brandon would penetrate his friend one more time, falling asleep only after painting Alex’s rectum with an abundant amount of sperm.
Alex was in his own world with his sphincter stretched and his thin seven inch dick keeping a steady drumbeat on Brandon’s abs. His prostate was consistently being pummeled by the black boy’s knob. Right now, Alex wasn’t having any trouble understanding how so many people got addicted to Brandon and his skills between the sheets. He might have that hypnotic stare, but it was easy to tell that he didn’t rely on it completely. The man truly knew how to fuck. Be it topping or bottoming, man or woman, young or old, he could sense his partner’s hotspots easily, and he knew when and how to target them. He knew when to be easy, and he knew when to fuck someone into the floor. His confident and even dominant nature carried over to his life, and that aura alone was enough to attract nearly anyone he desired. The way he was instinctively in tune with his partner’s sexual needs was so precise that the only way Alex could describe Brandon was as a living sex god.
Before Alex even needed to ask, Brandon had flipped them over without pulling out and really started to pound his bare cock into the the willing ass below him, hooking Alex’s feet over his broad shoulders. The California surfer boy was moaning like mad with his sphincter stretched almost painfully wide.
“What do you think Mel would think?” Brandon growled as he curled his fingers around Alex’s drooling prick. “You on your back, legs in the air, taking as dick the same way you like to give it to her? Moaning the way she’d moan when she’s about to cum?”
“Oh god…” Alex answered.
“How’s it feel with my dick fucking your ass?”
“It feels so good…” Brandon sped up his stroked on Alex’s cock.
“How’s it feel know that any minute now, I’m gonna fill that ass with so much jizz, it’s gonna be running out all day long?”
“Fuck…”
“That’s right. You know I’m not wearing a condom. You know I like to mark my territory. I like to feel my dick soaking in my jizz while its in your ass. Whose ass is this?”
“Your ass.”
“Who gets to fuck this ass?”
“You do.”
“Anybody else gonna fuck this ass?”
“Never.”
“Anybody else gonna spray in this ass?”
“No!”
“Who’s gonna cum in this ass?”
“You are!”
“You want my cum in your ass?”
“Yeah!”
“Tell me! Tell me to fucking cum in your ass!”
“Cum in my ass, shoot your fucking load deep in my asshole…” Alex was unraveling fast, and Brandon was not far behind.
“I’m gonna cum in your ass, empty my balls in your ass, blow my seed in your ass, in my fucking sperm hole, you filthy cum dump!”
It was too much. Alex’s shaved boner shuddered hard in Brandon’s fist and started spraying his thin ejaculate everywhere. The contractions of Alex’s rectum was enough to jump start Brandon’s own orgasm. True to his word, Brandon pushed himself balls deep and let loose his large thick load into his roommate’s bowels with a deep groan. The rippling of Alex’s rectum acted like a vacuum, sucking Brandon’s spunk out of his fat tube and deep into his intestines until nothing else would flow.
Brandon let his cock soak in its warm syrupy bath. They were panting from their exertions, and both could hear and feel Alex’s guts churning as Brandon’s sperm flowed deeper into Alex. Brandon finally pulled out when his meat began to soften, allowing Alex to drop his legs and hide his battered asshole from view.
“C’mon dude,” Brandon said cheerfully. “Time to move.”
“Sorry, but I just got the shit fucked out of me, so forgive me while I take a minute and catch my breath.”
“Seriously? You’ve had your eight hours. Get up.” Brandon pulled on a pair of boxers.
“Brandon, not everyone uses sex as their coffee. Some people use actual coffee to wake up.”
“You’re joking, right? Sex gets the blood pumping. Coffee just stunts your growth. Fucking is a workout that you can’t possibly dread!”
“I don’t dread the sex,” Alex drawled, “I just dread you after the sex.”
“Fine.” Brandon flipped the switch on the coffeemaker. “If you’re not up by the time I get out of the shower, I’m gonna fuck you again.”
Alex moaned in defeat as his roommate left. The man was a taskmaster and had a hard on for time. Alex’s mind flashed back to the first – and last – time he hadn’t believed Brandon’s threat. That had been one exhausting and exhilarating Saturday morning he’d spent with Brandon’s ebony schlong buried inside of him, filling him up with load after load of spunk and milking him for all he was worth. Alex pushed himself upright.
For the second time that morning, sweat was pouring down the faces of Brandon and Alex. This time, however, they were in the gym, making their way around the indoor track. The 5’10 black boy was running in just blue shorts and tennis shoes, leaving his defined chest to glisten in the lighting.
“Dude, what was up with the dirty talk this morning?”
“Huh? Oh, that. I was brushing up for Becky.”
“Who?”
“Right, I forgot. Becky’s the one who works on the top floor of the library.” Alex continued to give him a blank stare. “The one I told you acts prim and proper but keeps a pink dildo suctioned to her chair behind the desk?”
“Oh yeah. Shit, you’re still seeing her?”
“Hell yeah. She’s almost as freaky as I am.”
“Right. Top floor.”
“Exactly.”
“I still don’t understand how you keep all those names and faces straight in your head.”
“Simple. I have superior brain power. Go ahead and be jealous.”
“I would say, ‘you’re an ass,’ but you already knew that….”
“Yep. But I got too much ass coming in to really give a shit. Anyway, I’m gonna hit the showers. I’ll catch you later.”
“No you won’t. I’m spending the night with Mel, remember?”
“Shit man, I forgot. Don’t forget to drink your coffee, big man! Wouldn’t want you falling asleep on her.”
Alex ignored the jibe and kept going as his friend disappeared into the lockers. His mind wandered freely. Most guys would have had trouble reconciling themselves with Alex’s situation, with the pressure of dating a beautiful and deserving person like Melissa, yet still having sex with their male roommate. It would be a tough pill to swallow since it would bring up painful questions about one’s sexual orientation. Alex, however, had not questioned himself once.
It was simple in his head. He was – in his heart, mind, and body – completely straight, no questions asked. Sexually and romantically, all his emotions were tied to the female gender. His relationship with Brandon was completely platonic, excluding the fact that they fucked every day. It wasn’t a mark against his straightness; he had never desired to know what sex with another male would be like. This was him helping out a friend. Brandon had an abnormally high sex drive, part of a package deal with his particular set of skills. Without constant sex, Brandon would have been too busy jerking off to be able to function as a normal human being, made only worse by the fact that Brandon was in possession of a sharp mind. And if nothing else, Alex was unwilling to see a good mind go to waste.
Of course, the fact that he was guaranteed to get his rocks off – regardless of whether Mel was in the mood or not – was only icing on the cake. And Brandon wasn’t egotistical when it came to sex; just as often, it was Alex’s stiff seven incher disappearing into Brandon’s tight starfish. That was a hole that Melissa had definitely not allowed Alex anywhere near.
A cooling trickle began to make its way down Alex’s inner thigh, having escaped his reddened anus four laps ago. ‘Right on time,’ he thought as he made his way to the showers.
Brandon Edwards shifted in frustration as he placed the canned green beans back on the shelf. This wasn’t appropriate at all. Here he was, at work, sporting a semi. Today was a rare day that Brandon cursed his high libido, wondering how he could be so unfortunate. Thankfully, at the moment, he was squatting down but as soon as he finished, he might embarrass himself. With two other people in the aisle, he couldn’t adjust himself, meaning his only option was to pretend to be insane and squat-walk all the way back to the register.
It wasn’t his fault that he was about to pop wood in public. Things had been going along perfectly fine. Sure, both of his morning classes had decided to drop a quiz on him unexpectedly, but that was life and it was no big deal. The material was engraved on his skull. He’d been looking forward to his ‘lunch date’ with Becky. Unfortunately, his phone had rang right as the library building came into sight. And of course, it was his boss, demanding that he show up to work three hours early, meaning that fun time with the naughty librarian had been canceled in favor of his wallet.
It wasn’t like he needed the money for school. Thanks to a high GPA, a few scholarships and a couple of grants had taken care of everything. But Brandon deserved some of the finer things in life, like cash in his pocket, gas in the tank, movies and such. And women; there was no way he’d have a reputation as a cheap date.
Things were bleak in Brandon’s world as he finally stood up, thankful to the gods that the aisle was finally empty which gave him a chance to point his dick upward in his pants. Becky was unavailable for the rest of the day, and with his roommate at his girlfriend’s tonight, his two for-sure nut busters were gone. He could take care of the problem himself, but he hadn’t needed to since discovering how to get others to do it for him. His brain started to trail off as always as he made his way back to the registers.No doctor had been needed to tell him that he was above average; he’d gotten the hint about his high libido in middle school when he got the uncontrollable urge to stroke his considerable six inch prick in the school bathrooms between classes. Every class. The sudden influx of hormones brought on by puberty combined with the arousing sight of nearly every female in his class had spun him nearly out of control. His teachers had been alarmed when one of their top students had suddenly stopped paying attention in their classes, preferring to stare blankly out the window instead. Brandon’s grades had dropped like a stone in the water. Conferences were held with his parents, teachers, and counselors to no result. Brandon finally was referred to a therapist, who got the clue from the young man’s constant shifting in his office.
At first, they tried to tell the youngster not to do that in public. His response had been furious and embarrassed:
“I don’t! You think I like to do it? I just ask to go to the bathroom!”
After several unsuccessful attempts to talk the young man out of it, special arrangements had been put in place for him. His parents were informed of everything; his teachers instructed to allow the young man to leave class for ten minutes, being told nothing more than it was a ‘medical condition.’ Like magic, Brandon’s grades improved. And so, Brandon was allowed a special pass for each class, as long as he kept his grades up. He kept his grades high so he could keep the pass.
He wasn’t stupid, and he knew the other kids weren’t either. It took a while, but they finally figured out why Brandon needed the pass. The rest of middle school passed with students refusing to shake his hand, touch him, or even sit near him. Jerome Sanders led the brigade committed to making Brandon’s life hell.
High school was the chance he needed to get away from the ridicule. It was perfect in every way. Across town from his old middle school, very few of his old classmates would be joining him, giving him the chance to start over. Three years of beating off as fast as possible meant that Brandon could hit the bathrooms, blow a load in the toilet, and still get to class within the seven minutes allowed. And he could be quiet about it too, a necessity in a bathroom of other boys who knew what masturbation sounded like. Things were absolutely fine, until he realized that Jerome had joined him at Ledbetter High. The first day had nearly broken him, when Jerome started to spread his rumors around. Things would change again two weeks later.
Gym being the last class of the day, Brandon preferred to hang behind and spend extra time working on his free throws. It wasn’t that he particularly cared about basketball, but he needed the showers to clear out so he could empty his balls again before his clubs started. Just because Jerome was slowly smearing his name didn’t mean that he had to leave any basis for truth.
Like always, the lockers were empty by three thirty. He knew he had at least half an hour before the sports teams started showing up. As the heavy door closed behind him, Brandon stripped as he walked. The thrill of being naked brought his erection to full mast, and it swayed back and forth like a divining rod, leading him to the comfort and safety of the open showers. He wasn’t long in scrubbing off the grime before he closed his fist around his throbbing member and went to work. The strokes were quick and furious. He needed it today, and badly.
“Whoa dude. Take it easy, or you’ll break it.”
Brandon spun and was filled with horror at the sight of an older teen standing in the doorway, just as naked as he was. He was white, probably a junior or senior, standing about 5’8 with a swimmer’s build and an average cock that was standing erect and pointing proudly to the sky.
“Sorry man. Didn’t mean to scare you. We all do it in here at one point or another. Look, I’m Pete Mills.”
In a few quick strides, Pete had crossed the room and extended his hand. Without thinking, Brandon removed his main hand from his penis and offered it to the other boy. Instead of shaking it though, Pete dropped his hand and curled his fingers around Brandon’s cock.
“My, you were close,” Pete cooed as he slowly stroked the foreign dick. “What had you so wound up today?”
“Cheerleaders,” Brandon blurted out. He was still in shock at being interrupted during a private moment, and now having his most prized possession stroked lovingly by someone else.
“Ah. Those short skirts do advertize a lot, don’t they?” Brandon groaned in response, feeling the fist grow tighter. “Feels better when someone else is taking care of you, doesn’t it?”
“Uh huh.” That was all the freshman could manage through the fog in his head.
“I bet. They were in every class, weren’t they?” Brandon nodded, now so lost that he couldn’t even make basic sounds. “That’s a lot of stress. I don’t think its all going to come out by hand.”
Brandon watched the older boy lower himself to his knees. Pete stared at the cock, watching the clear fluid seep out. He swiped at it with his tongue, processing the flavor. Then, without a word, Pete wrapped his pink lips around the head, holding the ebony monster steady by the base. Pete looked up at the freshman who was watching him, winked, and slowly slid his warm wet mouth down the shaft until his lips were kissing his fist. But he didn’t stop there. He took a deep breath and one by one, Pete lifted his fingers and gobbled down the exposed shaft until Brandon’s balls were resting on his chin, all eight inches of the youth firmly encased in his greedy mouth and throat. Pete could see the shock on Brandon’s face at how easily he had swallowed those thick inches, mixed with the unmistakable pleasure of being completely engulfed.
But Pete had not finished with his signature move yet. With that large penis lodged in his throat, Pete forced himself to swallow around the invader. Then he swallowed again as he reached up and started fondling the tight ball sack, his other hand fisting his own cock. He kept doing this until on the tenth swallow, Brandon’s beef rocket fired, sending jets of piping hot cum directly to Pete’s stomach. His eyes widened as he felt the volume of sperm being pumped into him from the bucking tube. His own cock was expelling it’s slimy contents all over the freshman’s feet.
After nine powerful blasts, Pete pulled Brandon out of his throat and milked the final dribbles out onto his tongue. He made a production of showing off his covered tongue, and then swallowing the salty jizz, moving his tongue around to prove that it had actually been eaten.
“Two things,” Pete said. “First, common courtesy states that you’re supposed to tell your partner when you’re gonna blow.”
“Sorry,” Brandon muttered.
“Luckily, I like to swallow, so all is forgiven. But some people might start choking. Which leads me to the second thing; when was the last time you jerked off?”
“Uh… lunch?”
“Lunch today?” Pete stared in shock.
“Yeah…?”
“Dude, that’s not normal. What’s on your feet is normal. Shit, that’s more than most guys put out in two or three days!”
For the rest of the year, Brandon and the senior would meet in the showers twice a day – before and after school – to share in a male on male sexual rendezvous. Brandon would learn several things from the self-professed ‘Peter Eater’. Among them: the art of deepthroating; the sensuality of feeling a male phallus stretch his sphincter; and the eroticism of feeling male sweat dripping on his back as he grunted, shuddered, and deposited a warm sticky load into his bowels.
Their daily meetings would lead Brandon to two startling revelations about himself. First, he would learn that orgasms with a partner didn’t just feel better, but they actually eliminated the need to jerk off between classes. Controlling himself now was a breeze.. Secondly, Brandon would come to understand that he enjoyed same-sex sexual encounters. The male phallus was a wonderful and sexy creation, as were its warm fluids. Nothing could have stopped him from lapping at the head of Pete’s cock as the spunk oozed and pulsed out, hot and buttery to his taste buds. Nothing was more erotic than watching the piss slit flare open and spit its contents all across his face. The stark contrast between his milk chocolate skin and the chalk white lines always got him raging hard again.
Nevertheless, even though he could control himself for an entire day, Brandon could feel his member start to firm up at three fifteen, and by the time the clock struck half past, the final shot came with a second bounce from below his belt. Thankfully, Pete was always waiting, eager for another round of Pork Sword Swallowing.
Brandon pulled himself off autopilot when a customer approached his line. As he scanned her items, he hid his appraisal behind a polite smile. She wasn’t exactly a model, but she definitely could turn heads. Light skin, a cute face, full lips curled into a smile, and full hips – a sure indication that the rear-view would be fantastic. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough time to seduce her; otherwise, Brandon would have loved to feel those lips sliding back and forth on his soldier. ‘Shame too,’ he thought, watching her ass shimmy and shake in her tights as she left. He knew that soft ass would have felt great in his hands as he pounded her from behind. He saw the little tease pause at the door and look back, catching his eyes glued to her bottom. She winked and disappeared, adding even more of a twist to her walk.
That was the final straw. The semi he had been fighting against now raged at full mast. Brandon needed relief, and he needed it now. It didn’t matter if it was a guy or a girl, he needed to plunge into something hot wet and tight and he needed to do it soon. At this point, he was even willing to settle for the diminished comfort of his palm. He was finding it hard not to press his dick against the solid counter in a crude and desperate simulation of intercourse.
Luckily, Brandon’s manager chose that moment to show up and relieve him for lunch, before he could start testing the boundaries of proper behavior. Perfect timing. He would have thirty whole minutes to scare up a victim. Give ten minutes for a combination of hunting, seduction, foreplay, and convincing his partner to give public sex a shot, and he still had twenty minutes to pound out a fantastic ball buster. Or, should he strike out (and it seemed like today would be the day), that was still twenty minutes he could use to crack out two or three mediocre nuts. Food could wait – his dick needed feeding.
Brandon hurried to the office. It was such a shame that he couldn’t catch up to that wide-hipped cock tease, because he surely would have liked to punish her for driving him to this point. He grabbed his card, punched out, and dropped it in the box while turning. Unfortunately, on this day of misfortune, Brandon collided with someone who had bent over in front of him. And as he slammed into that poor soul, he realized what was going to happen, just a moment before his erect tool was pressed firmly into the soft backside.This chapter ran too long for my liking. Chapter 1b not far behind. Remember, comments and criticisms are welcome; assholes can just get fucked.

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Science-Fiction

Superman-The Triad Chapter 3

Chapter 3 – Lois’s story
Fucking Luthor. He can’t do this to me. My head was hurting and I felt funny. As I opened my eyes, I saw my body on the medical bed. I knew it was me but it couldn’t be me. I am lying here on the floor.
I look down at myself and see a man’s body instead of my normal sexy woman’s body. It is Superman’s body. I look back at the bed and it is my body on the bed. With my new super hearing, I can hear the heartbeat and know that my body is still alive.
But what has happened to me. Luthor had to change my body with Superman’s body somehow. Why and how did he do it? I see a mirror over on the far wall and walk to it. I don’t see myself at all but see Superman. His broad chest and wide shoulders, hidden behind the blue suit. His steel gray eyes and cute little lock of curly hair hanging down. I look down at the crotch and see a bulge as I realized that the warm feeling that I am experiencing is part of an erection. I am getting turned on by seeing myself in the mirror.
I mean by seeing myself in Superman’s body.
I turn and see myself on the bed, still asleep. Luthor is on another bed and is also sleeping. I reach out and squeeze a piece of metal and the metal collapses in my hand as if it was made of tinfoil. As I squeeze my hand, I feel raw power flow through my body. I feel strong and powerful. And good. I have never felt this good before.
I look at my body laying on the bed. It looks so weak and frail and small. So pale and fragile. I look at the naked breasts and wonder why men find them so magical. I have seen women with breasts that I enjoyed looking at, but my own breasts never thrilled me.
For the first time in my life, I admitted to myself that I did not like the body that I was looking at. When I was a little girl, I always wanted to find some magical way to become a man because girls never did anything but play with dolls while boys got to play all the sports and to go everywhere. Then my gangly little girl body started changing into a young woman’s body and boys started hanging out around the house, trying to impress me and to get into my panties. I quickly learned that I had a power that I could use to control them and to get them to do what I wanted. As my body shaped up, my power over men increased. I became very manipulative and learned how to obtain whatever I wanted, by just flirting a little.
But it was not enough for me. I wanted a career and to prove myself in a male dominated world. So I left home and became a reporter and chased tough assignments. I learned how to dress professional and seductive. I learned how to use any method to obtain the story and the byline. But it was never enough. Women would talk to me about their husbands and soap operas that they watched. Or give me favorite recipes. I wanted men to talk to me about the football game, and to ask me to work on old cars with them as we drank beer. And I loved hearing a good dirty joke.
I guess that I had a classic case of penis envy. I remembered my adolescence all too well and what I did to explore that strange feeling I got whenever I saw a penis. I kinda went overboard and let my budding breasts be licked and sucked and fondled by all too many boys. Then there was that night when I let my cherry get popped, and all of the many sexual encounters afterwards. I couldn’t get enough and would sneak out of the house and let myself be the star of a drunken gang-bangs. Then I woke up sick and miserable one morning. All I could think about was the hot, sweaty jousts in the back seats of cars, and all of the guilt and misery that I hid. I didn’t want be a whore. I was just curious about having a penis. A real penis between my legs.
And now I have one of those magical hot dog like things between my legs. I want to pull it out and look at it, but this is not the place. I want to see what it is like to have sex as a man. To live as a man. To have a woman waiting on me and to service me.
I remember college and a very beautiful woman. Her name was Janice Pentelton. When she walked by me, I felt a very different warmth as she smiled at me. I knew that she wanted me and would be available for anything that I wanted. I enjoyed her smell. Once she borrowed a scarf from me and I could smell her warmth radiating from my scarf when she returned it. I could smell her very personal musky odor mixed with her cologne.
When I first met Janice, she was in very good shape. Or so I thought. But she didn’t like her body and started working out at the gym with the guys every day. Before long, she had a build that most men would want to have. Before muscular women became the norm as they are now, she wanted to be able to take care of herself and did not like taking the standard weak women’s role. She discovered that she liked the way that high heels showed off her calves and strong bare thighs from playing tennis and she worked on the rest of her body to develop it to the same high standards. She liked to flex as well as jiggle. She became strong and confident and powerful, as she shaped her body into a mass of feminine muscle. Her calves were two solid diamond shaped bulges. Her thighs were solid trees of solid, sinewy muscle. Her ass muscles were two perfect semicircles of hard, twitching flesh. Her skinny waist showed off her washerboard abdominal muscles. Her pectoral muscles were solid, giving her impressive cleavage just from her muscle. Her back and shoulder muscles looked like wings. Her biceps and her triceps showed the many hours that she spent lifting weights.
I was dating the quarterback then. I always had to date the most desirable man. I felt better when number one was after me. If I had moved to Washington instead of Metropolis, I would be dating the President now. Janice came to my room one afternoon and we spent the whole afternoon laughing and talking as we sipped a little wine. Janice worked out all of the time and was beginning to get a very solid muscular build on her for a woman. I remember that day, that she was wearing a tight, low cut muscle shirt that was showing off the deep cleft of her fine, heavy breasts and the solid wall of chest muscle that was holding the breasts up. At that time, that sort of build on a woman was rare and some people hinted that she was a dyke. But I knew better. I remember her smile as I eyed her powerful limbs, thick and brown, veined and taunting, bared by a revealing tank-top stretched to bursting by her big breasts. And what can I say to describe her long killer legs. After she left, I called the quarterback over and let him fuck me for the very first time.
I set Janice up with one my boyfriend’s teammembers. We went off to a cabin for the weekend. As Larry was fucking me, I was listening to the bed in the next room, as Janice groaned and moaned. The next morning, we let the guys go fishing while we relaxed in the back yard in our bikinis.
Janice suggested a backrub and I let her. I didn’t stop her when she unfastened my top and continued rubbing lotion into my back. When she commanded me to roll over, I did, but I kept my arms crossed as if to protect my boobs. Janice gently moved my arms away and finished covering my body with lotion, making sure that she rubbed it in. She told me that my breasts were dry and needed a second coat. I shut my eyes and let her coat my breasts with the warm lotion and then rub it into my skin. I was in seventh heaven and when she lightly kissed each nipple as she finished, I almost shuddered with delight.
Then she asked me to rub the lotion on her. She removed her top and bottom and rolled over. As I rubbed the lotion into her greedy skin, I watched her butt flex and could almost hear it whispering my name. Her flat stomach showed it’s chiseled muscularity on her abs. Her huge, muscular body was ripe and shining and brown with magnificent breasts that restored the femininity to her wonderful body. As I looked at her long hair flowing down her back, I felt a very strong sexual desire for her.
She rolled over and I was rubbing the lotion on her front and having a difficult time controlling myself. She spread her legs so that I put lotion up in the area where I wanted to put my head. I was feeling very dizzy and wanted her very much. Just as I decided to learn how to become a muff diver, the guys returned. The rest of the weekend went downhill. I didn’t want Larry to touch me and pretended that my period was starting.
I was too young and didn’t know what I really wanted and desired. I wanted her to become my lover, but I was afraid that I would get a reputation as a lesbian. So we never did anything with each other, but desire each other. I wonder what she is doing now and if she still has that same wonderful body?
I stare down at my very unfamiliar erection that my thoughts were having on this male body. It has changed position within it’s confinement. It is almost as if it had a mind and will of it’s own. I felt it slowly stiffen and rise up the center of my body as it hugged my belly from the tight jerkin. When I was Lois, I wanted Superman to fuck me. I tried every trick in the book but he played hard to get. So I turned on the sexual charm and accepted his challenge. He might get to fuck me but I would really win our contest.
I used to lie in my bed and think about what it would be like to have his cock buried in me. And then I tired of my dreams. I restored the wonderful feeling by pretending that Janice was in the bed with us and we were doing a threesome. I went to the local bookstore and bought a big long thick dildo and used to pretend it was his cock in me. And now his cock is my cock. To do with as I wish.
I tried to get Clark Kent in bed once after a party. I think it was more a result of the wine than of my desire for him. He is worse than Superman about trying to run from me. I like Clark, but he does nothing for me. He is a good reporter and I like working with him, but I don’t really want him as a sexual partner. I don’t know why I tried to screw him.
I look back at my body and think about fucking it. But for some reason, I don’t want to. Isn’t that strange. My own body doesn’t turn me on.
My cock feels so hard. I can feel the foreskin easing back as it grows to it’s maximum hardiness and length. It must be eight inches. Shit. I am a man now and can lie about my cock’s length. It is ten inches at least.
I focus on one of the straps holding my former body to the table and watch as my X-ray vision melts the strap, without causing a fire. Then I use my X-ray vision and look at my former body under the clothes. Although I know every pimple and imperfection on it, I have to look at it, to prove to myself that I am no longer that person. I know that I was her, but I am not her now. I am also not Superman. I may be in his body, but I know that I am not him and do not want to be him. I have these strong desires running through my body and I don’t know how to react to them.
I walk over to my former body and touch it. The skin is so fragile. How did I ever survive in that body. With one quick easy snapping motion, I break all of the straps holding her in place. That’s right. Her. It is not me lying on that table. That is no longer my body.
I am very confused. I feel very different. I feel very strange. I feel very strong. I have to go away and examine what I feel and discover who I am. I have to know who I am.
I leap into the air and barely make it through the opening because my aim was off. I quickly rise to a high altitude and go out into outer space. I look back at Earth and know that I cannot return to my former body. I am Superman. Now and forever.
******
I came back to Earth and flew across the ocean. I landed on Mount Everest and enjoyed the scenery for a moment. Although it had to be freezing cold up here, I was not feeling any discomfort at all. And this beautiful vista was mine to enjoy whenever I wanted to come here.
I leaped again and kept heading west. When I reached the ocean, I dived into the water and flew slowly through the water, watching the fish as I followed them and easily kept up with them in their domain.
Then I headed up back into the sky and back toward America. I focused my eyes and discovered how to activate my telescope vision and to use my X-ray vision with it. I focused upon Luthor’s laboratory and saw that my former body was conscious now and was talking to Luthor. As I stared at my half-naked former body, I knew that they could take care of themselves now. As for myself, I had to find out what happened to Janet.
I changed direction slightly and headed to my old college town. I wonder what my former classmates would do if they know that their former alumna was now the most powerful alumni of their school.
With my x-ray vision, I was able to search the school records as I flew there. I found Janet’s address and traced her to her new home through other records in the City Hall. She is married now.
I imagined what it would be like to find her and to let her see me in my new body. I would tell her who I used to be. She would look at me and remember how she used to feel about me. She would stand there in silence, wanting to know why I came back. I would pull her tightly against me and our lips would come together in a very passionate kiss. She would get very turned on and would push my jersey and cape off of my shoulders and began to undo my belt. She would run her hands over my warm, firm chest and lick my neck as I undress her.
I would step back and look at her perfectly sculpted legs and let my gaze flow to her stiff nipples. Then I would take her back into my arms, pressing her up against the wall as I kissed her deeply. My hand would brush up along her thigh until my fingertips found her mound.
I would spread her legs, placing soft kisses on the inside of each thigh, hearing her groan as my lips finally made contact with her clit and rubbed my hungry tongue against her most sensitive spot. I know what a good tongue can do when used right. Most men like to rush but women really like a slow darting in and out.
Then I would pick her up and fly away to a lush green mountain top where I would undress myself completely. She would curl her fingers around my throbbing shaft and draw me to her as she laid back to receive me. She would stroke me softly as she took my cock into her warm, wet lips. She would run her tongue over me inch by inch, and slowly, take my hard cock into her mouth. She would suck on my cock until it was almost ready to explode and then would beg me to give it to her.
I would move carefully at first, stroking in and out slowly, gently, until I picked up speed and intensity until I was plunging into her as hard and fast as I could without hurting her. She would cum hard as her juices flowed down my throbbing cock, causing me to cum also.
I landed on the door step of the address that I had found and rang the door bell. Although I could look into the house, I decided not to. My cock is hard from the most wonderful daydream that I just experienced.
The door opens and she is standing there. I don’t know who was staring more at each other. Me or her. Gone was the trim, healthy, young woman that I remembered. In her place was an overweight, kinda grubby woman. She was wearing an oversized shirt and had a baby on her hip. Where she had always been very neat and kept her body in good shape in college, she was now overweight and her unbrushed hair needed coloring and styling.
“Superman” she whispered.
“Hello, Janet. Uh… A mutual friend of ours, asked me to look you up while I was in town. Lois said to tell you hello.” I said, hearing my voice for the first time.
“Lois who?” she said with a quizzical look on her face.
“Lois Lane, from your college.” I said, feeling just a little embarrassed and wanting to leave.
“Lois. I haven’t thought about her for years. Did she ever get her a job as a model? She was always so pretty and had such a nice body. I married her former boyfriend after college. This is our third child.” she said as she shifted the child.
I took a quick glance with my x-ray vision at her chest. Her once solid chest was now nothing but flab. Her large, wonderful breasts, were sagging and drooping from the volume of repeated child nursing. Her hips had rolls of fat hanging over and her wonderful musky smell had become very rancid smelling to my over sensitive nose.
“No, she became a reporter. I am sorry but I must go now.” I said as I turned and leaped into the sky.
As I flew away leaving a very puzzled woman standing on her front step, I almost shuddered to think that could have just as easily been me. I almost fell into that married woman trap.
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Harry Potter 11 Thankful Thanksgiving

Thankful Thanksgiving
The next few weeks went buy dull. After searching the room of requirement a hundred times over, Harry went and made Kreacher and asked Dobby to help look. Harry awoke the morning of thanksgiving and decided to skip breakfast and search the room. Harry slowly opened the door and stepped inside. Pavarti and Padme Patil were inside at the back of the room and had not noticed Harry enter. Harry crept down the isle and hid behind a bookcase.
“We need to find a place to put these before someone finds them.” Harry heard one of them say. “There’s this cabinet but it looks to open. How about behind that stack of books?” the other one replied. Harry tried to look better to see what they were hiding, but they had their backs to him. Harry just stood there quietly, watching and waiting. They moved over to the stack of books one of them pointed out and put something back there. “We could get one more use out of them.” one of them stated and the other just smiled and reached behind the books.
They both pulled their cloths off and walked over to a bed Harry noticed that just came out of nowhere. They lay down with their knees touching and their pussies were inches apart. Harry finally saw what they were hiding when one of them pulled it out into the open. Harry saw a pink double-headed dildo that had to be 10-12 inches long. The one toward the bottom of the bed put it to the opening of her pussy. She pulled the middle of the dildo and it seemed to slide right in. The other sister did the same thing except she seemed to have a little trouble but it slid in nevertheless.
They both lay down and grabbed the top and bottom of the bed, whichever end they each were at, and pulled themselves apart. They then pushed until the dildo was buried into both of their pussies. Harry was hard as a rock by now, took his cock out, and stroked it slowly. They moved faster and faster until they both screamed at the same time and released their grips. Harry just stood there waiting for what seemed like an hour, when he checked his watch in fact only 15 min past, when he heard them both start to snore.
Harry decided he would like to have some fun to so he walked over to the side of the bed. Harry just noticed that they were indeed twins, everything was the same even the triangle pussy hair, with the same size breasts. Their breasts were allot bigger than Ginny’s and Hermione’s put together, although laying down he couldn’t tell exactly how big they were, so he decided to caress the one toward the top of the bed. Harry bent his head lower and stroked her nipple with the tip of his tongue; she gave a moan of pleasure.
Harry reached down and pulled the dildo out of both the pussies, considering it was falling out anyways, and stuck three fingers in. Her pussy was nice, hot and wet around his fingers. Harry pulled them out and in as fast as he could while sucking on her tits. Harry figured it was not fast enough so he rotated her until her pussy was at the edge of the bed. Harry got down on his knees and stuck only two fingers in this time. He gave her pussy a little flick of his tongue and started going at it. Harry pushed and pulled his hand as fast as he could, after a minute or so he decided thought to himself, “Why should she have all the fun? They are twins after all.” Harry got up, after a little wine from the first twin, turned the second around like her sister, and put them side by side. He then got back down, put two fingers in each pussy, pushed them in and out in a back, and forth motion. He pushed his right fingers in and as he pulled them, out he would push the left hand in.
Both girls were bucking their hips in unison and moaning, “faster” Harry was surprised to hear this because he thought they were sleeping but he had expected it eventually because he did not know anyone that could sleep through this. Harry moved his hands as fast as he could but it didn’t seem to be enough so he pulled his hands out and took off all of his clothes while looking at them in their eyes. He then climbed on top of the first girl and slid his dick into her. Harry noticed the other one got up and went off somewhere. Harry looked around for her while he was fucking her sister. She came back from the stack of book wearing a dick. Well it was a strap on dildo. Harry figured she was going to use it on her sister’s ass so he tried rolling onto his back but they both just held him there on top. Harry did not think anything of it so he kept pounding away.
Harry could feel something wet on his asshole but before he could turn around, he felt a dick shoved into his ass. It was the most uncomfortable thing Harry had ever felt so he stopped humping and tried pulling it out. The girl underneath him just grabbed his arms and held him in a firm grasp. Harry started enjoying it pounding into his ass. Harry decided to keep fucking along while being fucked. All three of them were moaning and groaning loudly. Harry felt the pressure fill up in his balls and he pushed hard and deep into her. Harry’s cum just exploded into her. It was the most powerful orgasm he had ever felt. He pulled out of her and fell to the side releasing the cock in his ass. The other sister was not done yet so she took the cock off and strapped it to her sister.
Harry had gotten dressed while the two sisters continued fucking. Harry slipped out of the room, went back to Gryffindor town, and sat by the fire. “Harry, Harry wake up.” Harry had fallen asleep sitting in the chair. Ginny was shaking him awake and asked him where he’d been. Harry told her he was just searching the room of requirement all morning. It was now closing on lunch and Ginny just sat on his lap before they went and ate. When lunch came, Harry was starving this time and they walked down to the great hall together.
They sat down across from Hermione and Ron waiting for the food to arrive. Harry could already smell the pumpkin pies baking for the feast tonight. After eating, they all went to the room of requirement to do some more searching. Harry went first to make sure the coast was clear, to really look for the Pavarti twins, and they stepped inside. They all searched all over until diner was ready and they left. As they walked, they started talking about the Horcrux not being in there and it might be in Slytherin somewhere. They sat down and the food popped up in front of them, which consisted of turkeys, hams, casseroles, beets and stuffing along with other items. Harry ate as much as he could save some room for pies. After diner, they all went up to their common room to rest. Ginny and Ron knocked off early with everyone else but Harry and Hermione was not tired so they started talking about the Horcruxes.
Hermione and Harry were sitting across from each other talking. Hermione bent over to pick up Crookshank, who was rubbing her legs, and her top fell open. When she sat straight, again she did not seem to notice her nipple was hanging out in the open. Harry got hard right away, which made a tent in his robes. Hermione noticed right away, looked into his eyes, and followed where his glare was. She looked down and noticed her nipple hanging there but instead of covering up she, after putting the cat down, got up and down in between Harry’s legs and released his cock. Hermione put it all into her mouth and sucked on it like a pro. Bobbing her head up and down was a beautiful sit to Harry but he wanted to do something with his hands so he bent over and cupped her breasts from the sides.
Harry looked down as his cock entered and exited from her mouth. Harry grabbed he head slightly and leaned his head back, with his eyes closed, to enjoy the sensation. Hermione released his cock and removed all of her clothes. She then climbed up on Harry’s lap and sank his cock into her pussy. It was a loose fitting, but it felt, and Harry grabbed her hips and helped her up and down on it. Both Harry and Hermione threw their head back and started panting. Hermione also gave some moans every other plunge. Harry reached up and cupped her breasts, giving each nipple a twist. After a few more bounces Harry reached around and shoved his finger up her ass. Harry then grabbed her ass, with his finger still buried, and pulled her down so he could come in her.
After getting dressed and cleaned, they went off to bed. In the next couple of weeks, they had checked the room of requirements but found nothing so Harry decided to give up and try something else after the holidays. Hermione was going home for a few days and then meet up with them at the burrow on Christmas day. That would give her some time with her parents and then some time with the Weasleys.
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A life changer

and so son I am now allowed to tell you the family secret…” My father said I wry smile on his face as he stroked his chin in front of me, silence filled the room as he let my excitement grow before his very eyes

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Harry Potter 12Christmas Snowballs

Harry, Ron and Hermione started their holidays by sitting down at the kitchen table with Mrs. Weasley, Fleur, Gabrielle and Lupin. Mr. Weasley and Bill were still at work and the twins would be joining them in a couple of days. Percy still was not talking to anyone from the family. Charlie was going to be there on Christmas Eve. It was nine at night but no one felt the least bit tired. They all drank hot apple cider while chatting about Voldemort and his followers; and what they were up to. He was now trying to get goblins to follow him but with Bill’s pull in that community, from getting them allot of money, they turned him down. Voldemort did not like the idea so a couple of goblins were killed before the order arranged some protection for them.
Mrs. Weasley shooed them off to bed after a while and Harry/Ginny and Ron/Hermione were aloud to sleep with each other. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what was going on almost before they did. Harry’s items were in Ginny’s room waiting for him so he pulled on his nightclothes and turned to watch Ginny slither out of her Sunday dress she was wearing and pull on a silky gown. They climbed into bed and chatted for a while; they decided to pass on sex for tonight and just go to bed.
In the morning, they all got up and the twins decided to come home early so they all decided to go out side for some fun. Harry, Ginny and Ron were against the twins and Gabrielle in a little game of snowball fight. They each magiked a small fort in which to hide in and magiked snowballs to make them fly at each other. Harry was hit in the head a couple times trying to protect Ginny while she aimed snowballs at Gabrielle. Ron meanwhile tried shooting off two at the same time trying to hit Fred and George at the same time. He failed of course and got pummeled by a group of balls sent by the twins. Harry and Ron worked together, while Ron’s snowballs came from in front; Harry’s came from behind and nailed them. They then took aim at the fort, sent dozens of nice sized snowballs at their fort, and brought it down.
After a fun filled morning, they all went inside for some lunch, and to warm up, before going out for some Quidditch. Gabrielle was not too bad either but Harry’s team had won, as always, they played first to ten goals. The twins had to stop early because they had to go into the village and gather some items for the joke shop which left Harry, Ron, Ginny and Gabrielle to play together. They all decided to go inside for some hot cocoa and rest. Ron and Harry played a game of wizard chess while the girls sat and watched, talking to each other in whispers. Ron had won by only a small margin because Harry was learning Ron’s every move. “One of these days ill win.” Harry said to himself.
After the game the girls snuck off to Ginny’s room, they said they had to do something alone, so Harry and Ron went to see what Molly and Fleur were up to. They were not in the kitchen, basement or living room, considering they just came from there. They took a quick peek outside and did not see them anywhere so they decided to go up to Ron’s room and rest. As they passed Bill and Fleur’s room they heard some noise coming from inside. The door had been left open a crack so Harry went over to peek in.
Fleur was on her back completely naked with Molly in between her legs, naked also. Fleur was stretching and pulling on her nipples while her pussy was being eaten. Ron had whispered, “What’s going on?” but Harry did not hear him as he watched. Therefore, Ron got down lower than Harry and peeked in. With out realizing it both Harry and Ron had their hands inside their pants slowly stroking their dicks. “Oh Molly you are so much better than Bill at this.” they heard Fleur say but Molly just nodded her head and kept on eating. Harry noticed her ass staring them straight in the face so he looked between her legs and noticed her pussy lips opened up and dripped liquid from inside.
This gave Harry and idea so he slowly pushed open the door while Ron looked on in shock. Harry released his cock, which had been straining to get out, and got down behind Molly and shoved it into her pussy. Molly stopped in shock to look behind her but when she saw it was Harry she just smiled and turned back to eat Fleur out. Ron figured it was ok by now so he also whipped his cock out and climbed on the bed. Fleur opened her mouth and willingly took it. The four of them started up one nice orgy working in unison.
Molly’s pussy was so damn loose around Harry’s cock so he decided to pull it out and slide it into her ass. He pumped it into her ass then placed it into her pussy to get it wet some more. Then he planted it back in her ass, he kept this up for a while. Meanwhile Ron had his entire cock planted inside of Fleur’s mouth. Ron decided her head movement was not fast enough so he positioned his waist right on top of her face and fucked her mouth up and down as fats as he could. Ron rested his waist down on her face while he released his cum deep into her throat. Harry noticed this and not to be out done he pulled his cock out and gave it a few strokes to make it shoot across Molly’s back and up to Fleur’s mouth.
Harry and Ron then left to go to Ron’s room. They each fell asleep on a different bed and fell right to sleep. Molly opening the door and stating that diner was ready waked them. When they made it down stairs, everyone was home including the twins, Bill and Mr. Weasley. After diner and a quick chat about what else had been happening, the four young ones went up to Ron’s room. Harry lay down on his bed and closed his eyes to think. He then felt someone open his pants and pull them down. He just kept his eyes close and enjoyed the mouth making him hard again. The mouth had then released and he was about to open his eyes when he felt someone climb into bed and plunge their pussy down on him.
Harry noticed that it was too tight to be Ginny but before he could look he heard “Fuck me, I need you in me.” coming from Gabrielle. Harry snapped his eyes open and looked up and sure enough, Gabrielle was impaled on him. Harry looked around for Ginny and noticed she was naked on Ron’s bed with Ron fucking her brains out. Therefore, Harry grabbed Gabrielle’s hips and pulled her up and down on his dick. Gabrielle bent over and put her breasts to Harry’s chest. Harry looked over and Ginny was now doing the same thing to Ron.
All of a sudden, Harry felt something move on the bed but Gabrielle was blocking his view. He then felt some thing touch his dick from inside Gabrielle’s pussy. Harry looked over at the other two and noticed there were three. One of the twins had his cock buried inside Ginny’s ass. Harry figured the other twin was on his bed fucking Gabrielle in the ass. Harry just though this was better and picked up his speed. Harry pulled down on her ass to push as far as he could and came deep into her. Harry could feel the twin on him cum to when it dripped down on his cock. Once the other twin was finished they left, and Gabrielle and Ginny switched partners.
Harry was now with Ginny and Ron was with Gabrielle. Harry was to limp to continue but Ginny wouldn’t take no for an answer so she got down between his legs and sucked him hard again. Harry figured Gabrielle had done the same for Ron because he was on top of her fucking her brains out. A couple of times her head had hit the wall and Harry giggled. Once Harry was hard, again Ginny climbed on top and planted herself on him. Harry wanted to be on top so he grabbed her and spun around on top. Harry pushed and pulled as fast as he could getting moans from Ginny telling him he was doing it right. Harry bent over, took her nipple into his mouth, and gave it and little nibble.
After they all finished they went to bed there naked next to each other. The next day the girls woke up and wanted a quickie so Harry and Ron obliged. Afterwards they went outside with the twins for another snowball fight that was cut short when Gabrielle was hit in the eye. The next few days were pretty much the same with a couple more orgies that involved the twins. On Christmas Eve Charlie showed up and told Harry, he could tell Hagrid his dragon was doing well.
On Christmas day, Harry awoke to plenty of presents. He and Ron had gotten sweaters again and some chocolate frogs from Molly and Arthur. Hermione had gotten him a really advanced book on the dark arts. Harry just threw away Kreacher’s gift because of what happened last year. Hagrid’s present was tooth-breaking sweets and Dobby gave him a little statue of Harry ridding on a broom. Ron gave him the new copy of play witch and the twins a new Skiving Snack box. Harry looked all around but Ginny had not given him anything, which he though was weird.
They both went down for breakfast after Ginny came and got them. Harry asked her where his present was and she told him she would give it later. After breakfast, they all sat in the living room and had some fun discussions, because Voldemort was never mentioned. Hermione showed up after lunch had finished and joined in a real game of Quidditch because they had enough players. Ginny had to join Fred, Gabrielle, Fleur and Bill while Harry, Ron, Hermione, George and Charlie teamed up. Ron and Bill were keepers, the twins were beaters, Gabrielle/Fleur and Hermione/Charlie were chasers, which left Ginny and Harry to be seekers.
Harry’s team had won spectacularly 210 to 70 because Ron was still having problems with his nerves and Harry was quicker than Ginny. Afterward they all went back inside to eat diner. Mrs. Weasley Made a big diner that they needed two rooms, one for the food and one to eat. They all had a merry old time talking and playing at the table. Ron had reached for a turkey leg and went to sit back down, but the twins had their own idea and made his chair disappear. Ron fell and took the tablecloth with him who pulled all the food toward him but Mrs. Weasley caught the food before it hit Ron and the ground and magiked it back to the table. She also gave Fred and George a stern yelling while everyone else laughed.
After diner, Harry followed Ginny back to her room where they got undressed and climbed into bed. Ginny climbed on top of Harry and sat down on top of his cock. Ginny wanted to wait on the sex. She leaned down, put her lips to his ears, and whispered, “I’m pregnant.” She leaned back and Harry just stared at her. He had no idea what to say to that. He asked if anybody else knew and she told him, her mother did, that is why she allowed them to sleep together. However, no one else had been told before she could tell Harry.
Harry grabbed Ginny by the shoulders, pulled her down onto his chest, and embraced her in a tight hug. Harry rolled Ginny onto the bed beside him and felt her stomach. “Come to think of it,” Harry said, “there is a little pooch here.” Then he kissed her on the stomach and laid his head down. He no longer wanted sex, he just wanted to lay there and hold her.
The next morning when everyone was at the breakfast table they told everyone. Hermione was the first to jump up and rub Ginny’s stomach. Everyone was excited for them except Ron; he had hoped to beat Harry to at least becoming a father that is why he sent the condoms. The next day they would be going off to school so everyone packed that night so there are no surprises the next day. Harry awoke in the middle of the night because he had to go to the bathroom. He crept out of the bed not to wake Ginny and slid out the door.
He made his way down to the bathroom and did his business. Just as he was shaking off the door had opened. Fleur was standing there, naked, with cum dripping out of her pussy. She seemed half-asleep and went right over to where Harry was sitting on the toilet and sat on his lap. She pissed right between his legs right onto his cock, which had gotten hard right away. Harry felt his cock slowly started entering Fleur’s pussy. She did not even seem to notice she had a cock entering her. She started moving her hips back and forth. This just made Harry harder and he grabbed her hips and moved her up and down. It took a little effort but she obliged him and started ridding his cock.
She was wet and hot inside her pussy. Harry guessed a good deal of cum was still in her from Bill fucking her. Harry reached around and cupped her tits in each hand, which made her lean back on him. “Oh god yes” was all Harry could her as he pounded her, or rather she pounded him. Without any warning, Harry just let his sperm fly into her pussy without stopping her. When his dick finally got soft and fell out is when she stopped bouncing and got up and left. Harry just sat there for a second to compose himself and got up to leave. The door had flown open once again but this time Molly stepped in but she looked wide-awake.
Harry’s cock was still hanging in the open. She just walked over, dropped to her knees, and started sucking him off. It took a few minutes but Harry was hard again. Once this happened Molly lay on the floor and spread her legs wide open. Harry removed all of his clothes and lay down on top of her sliding her nightgown above her tits. Harry took his cock in hand and slid it slowly into her pussy. It seemed tighter this time for some reason. Harry pushed in as far as he could and pulled out until him cock was about to pop out. He pushed in as fast and as hard as he could. “Fuck my pussy raw. Please” Molly whispered in his ear.
Harry withdrew and pushed harder and faster with each stroke making her slide on the floor a little. Harry bent his head down in mid stroke and bit her nipple, which made her yell out, “yes” Harry gave each nipple the same attention back and forth. Harry then lifted both of her legs up onto his shoulders and started jack hammering into her. Molly started yelling out it was hurting but when Harry tried to stop she told him to keep it up. After a few more strokes, Harry gave her what cum he had left. Harry rolled off and closed his eyes to catch his breath.
Harry must have fallen asleep because when he opened his eyes the sun was rising. Harry closed his eyes again to will himself to get up when his cock started getting wet again. Harry just laid there enjoying it before they climbed up on him and slid his dick into her. Harry opened his eyes and looked up to see Gabrielle sitting on him. Harry just laid there and let her do all of the work because he was just to tired. He closed his eyes again and grabbed her hips to help guide her. After a couple minutes, she stopped and Harry thought she was done but then he felt a pair of legs on the sides of his head. He tried looking up but all he could see was a pussy coming down. Harry just grabbed the hips (which he recognized as Ginny’s right away) and steered her to his face. Harry stuck his tongue deep inside her pussy while Gabrielle started bouncing up and down again.
After a few minutes, Harry felt Ginny tighten up and he felt a warm liquid slide down his throat. Ginny’s cum tasted good to Harry, which just made him cum in Gabrielle. After composing themselves they all went to get packed for school. Gabrielle was going back to Beauxbatons and the rest were off to Hogwarts. This time since everyone could apparate to Hogwarts they would get there from Hogsmeade. It was a teary goodbye but they all made it to school unharmed.
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Kelly’s Magical Saterday

 Kelly woke to sun cascading over here perfectly rounded size C breasts, She giggled as she pinched he half-inch light pink nipple and sent a shock throughout her body. It was a Saturday which made it all the better. 
Kelly was 21, lived alone, virgin, not particularly social, but if she was she would have no trouble finding someone to share a bed with. She had long brown almost red hair, ideal size C breasts, pronounced abs and muscles that looked strong but are more sexy than gross, her legs looked chiseled out of marble, and made for a magazine, the year before she went and got all of her body hair lasered off except for the hair on top of her head, her eyebrows and a neat little light brown diamond just above her pussy, everyday she made sure that she washed her face, brushed her teeth, took a long hot shower to get the rest of her clean, among other things to make sure her body was in top condition hygiene wise. She also ate well and exercised daily. All this made her body the fit of the fit, clean of the clean, and miraculously she had absolutely no social life. She never played any organized sports, which made Kelly’s talent in fitness impossible to spot. 
She rolled out of bed obviously horny. She did her daily routine of brushing her teeth, washing her face then she slid into the steam of the shower that took all the trouble of her life away. She had a bench in the shower that she bought for one reason, not to rest her feet, or to catch herself if she fell but to mastrabate.
She put one leg up and one hanging down spreading her legs to reveal first her diamond shaped hair tuft, then her light pink pussy dripping it’s juices. Her clitoris already showing itself begging to be touched. Luck for it she was quick to the spot, first she rubbed her clit in slow small circles, then brought her other index finger and slid it along her pussy lips all the way to the bottom, still wet with pussy juices it made it’s way to Kelly’s asshole and started fingering that. Breathing hard now, she had enough and her clit sent a jolt from her thighs exploding into her stomach and spread across her body erecting her nipples.
She was satisfied with the warm feeling in her stomach that told her it was Saturday, there was more to come. She stood up making sure she washed her hair completely, she stepped out and made her way to the closet still wet and nude with here perfect tight ass chasing behind.
 Her closet was a woman’s dream world of sexual enhancers that she had collected over the years. Kelly had tank-tops that didn’t even cover her nipples, spandex leggings that gave easy access to everything it covered, panties with built in vibrators, and many more items so crazy they can only be described with pure lust. But before she could have any fun she had to exercise, she put on a simple pink sports bra and navy blue pink and white running short shorts. 
She set off on her seven mile loop with a amazingly fit 7 minute mile pace that only got faster as she went. She ran along the desert road the brought her farther into the country of Pase, a suburb just north of San Diego. 
As she ran her breasts, a little loose in her bra swayed freely, her sweat made it’s way to the most protruded part of her breasts, her erect nipples making the fabric soaked as a result, it was ever so slightly see through. Her abs flexing with the jogging rhythm, they looked something like a washing board bouncing to her beat. Her ass pronounced in her tight short shorts, two large mounds made of bronze, she had been tanning nude recently.
When she turned the corner to run into the forest that would put her onto the California beach, she was greeted by her best and only real friend Lauren. Lauren was much like Kelly with B size breasts, long flowing blond hair, perfect body, long legs, virgin, not that social, and intelligent. They talk for a minute, then ran into the woods towards the beach.
The path through the forest was 2 miles long. Kelly and Lauren had run it many times, so many it was quite possible for them to run it blindfolded, but recently a storm had knocked down branches and the river they had to cross was swelling so they had to be careful. They ran through, both secretly admiring each-other. The two were both slightly lesbian but not open about it and longed for a taste of another girls pussy. 
They had ran to the creek that cut through the forest. Then decided to go swimming to cool off. The water was very cool and refreshing soaking both their sports bras, shorts, and panties, not that their panties need any more soaking. Then everything went wrong, Kelly slipped, hit Lauren and both tumbled unconscious down through the rapids.
They awoke in a dim lit damp cave with the only light from a small hole in the top of the wall. The sun was just setting, and at the end of their moss bed was a small plant. Kelly was puzzled by the plant, attempted to stand up and realized she couldn’t move. Their arms and legs were held down by thick green vines. They panicked and struggled against the vines only to come to the conclusion that, they could not move, all their cloths had disappeared, and that they thought the other looked extremely sexy. 
Kelly was raised by the vines 5 feet off the damp moss and face the wall with the hole. Then she panicked as the plant now seen connected to all the vines and was at the center of operations, the plant about the size of a golf ball sprouted a thin stem the thickness of a thin string and slowly grew toward her. She saw the same thing was happening to Lauren. It came up to her bellybutton, attached itself and spiraling around her waist as another stem, this one the thickness of a man’s penis came up quickly, split into two stems, one the same thickness and the other a thin strand that sprouted a bud that flowered into a beautiful pink and yellow flower that closed on her clitoris and started sucking hard, as the thicker stem caressed her slit and Kelly couldn’t help but let out a low moon. The stem that was spiraling around her waist had completely covering her waist and the plant didn’t stop their, it sprout two more thin strands that went straight to her breasts, flowered and closed on her erect nipples and sucked. That was when Lauren lost the battle to hold back her orgasm, screaming,  she squirted pussy juices all over the plant that quickly absorbed the juices and grew to the size of a basketball. Kelly came shortly after her and the plant swelled to the size of a large bolder. Then the plant sprouted one more stem that went to her asshole and thrusted deep in and out repeatedly, the same thing happened to the stem by her pussy, it jammed deep in, taking her virginity, and giving her another amazing orgasm. The vine in her pussy thrusted into her vaginal canal deeper and deeper breaking her cervix, through to her womb, it probed around a little feeling it was fit, a bulge appeared from the plant and rippled toward her. As it past into her pussy it sent a shiver down her spine and gave her a third orgasm. The bulge blasted up into her womb and sprayed white liquid for a seemingly endless amount of time, her belly expanded to hold all the liquid and when it was finally done they looked 10 months pregnant. It spit a small seed in each of them, set them down, and contracted all it’s vines. The new warm feeling it their wombs made them suddenly tired and they fell asleep.
While they were sleeping the seed sprouted and firmly rooted itself in all sides of the womb which doubled in size since that evening making them look and impossible 20 months pregnant, their stomachs 2 feet wide and two feet out.
When they woke up the next morning realizing what happened they thought they would not be able to get up ever again, but the plant inside of her injected hormones in their bloodstreams that times muscle production by 10 so with every movement their muscles visibly grew. In five minutes it was easy to stand with their gigantic bellies. The hormones also made the sexual desire 20 times that of a normal female and made them overwhelmed with desire.
Seeing each-other sweating and tan from their standing feat they were attracted and instantly on the ground again rubbing each-others pussy. Kelly rubbed Lauren’s clit furiously then pushed a second finger into her pussy as it contracted as Lauren had the most amazing orgasm she has ever had. It started in her thighs as a warm bubble exploding and sent her screaming as pussy juice squirted all over Kelly.
They could have done that for eternity but then they froze as a little vine crept out of each one of their pussies, up to their physically bigger breasts, split, flowered, and sucked their lactating breasts. Once their breasts were back to their normal size, and after they had 2 orgasms each the vines detached and contracted to their pussies. Then inside of them the plant drank the white liquid depleting their womb to look only 4 months pregnant. Then two more stem came out of their naked pussies and wrapped around them making a living pair of panties with a anchor in their pussy and set an anchor in their asshole making them both scream with yet another amazing orgasm, and when their pussy juice dripped out, the plant quickly absorbed it and grew slightly in their wombs. 
Then the plant sent a thin vine up their pregnant bellies to their breasts and wove itself into a living strapless deep green pushup bra, sucking on their nipples constantly.
The plant also made a series of changes on the inside on their bodies. The first grew a vine through their bodies to their lungs and grew a mat over all their oxygen intakes that started producing oxygen itself making them now able to hold their breath endlessly, making them amazing at blowjobs. The second change penetrated into their stomachs and was made to inject all the nutrients to live with a perfect body and not depend on eating, also giving them the exact nutrients made them have not waste products. The third change changed their skin, muscle, bone, and organ makeup, making them have a thin, very strong, transparent layer of plant cells making them indestructible. The fourth change grew a thin stem up their spines to their brains and budded a flower that attached to their brain, making a direct connection to their thoughts, hormones and decisions. 
Kelly felt all this happening and saw the panties and strapless bra grow she thought they were very sexy. Then she herd a thought in her head that was not hers it told her to find her running clothes in the corner, put them on and run home, tomorrow is a big day. Oddly Kelly and Lauren did exactly that.
They ran home and slept with many hormones and sexual skills getting added and taken away making them into the most sexy, sexually experienced, and strongest girls in the world.
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Mind Fuck – Intro

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Steady, rhythmic slurping filled the locker room showers. The sound was pornographic and unmistakable to anyone who would have heard it. Had anyone been near enough, they would have immediately recognized the sounds of a wet sloppy blowjob in progress. Had their eyes borne witness, many would have been shocked. Because in the middle of the communal showers, the naked captain of the basketball team was passionately blowing another male student. This wasn’t just any student however. He was submitting himself to what some would describe as his mortal enemy, the person he had tormented from the first day of kindergarten all the way until last year, when he had punched him and left him with a black eye.
“Who’s the faggot now?”
“I am,” the jock replied, barely removing the cock from his glistening lips.
“Say it.”
“I’m a faggot.”
“You like sucking dick, don’t you?”
“I love it.”
“Look at me. Now say it.”
“I love sucking your cock.” As he spoke, his own engorged ebony rod – already throbbing with desire – gave a particuarly large jerk. The team’s captain hadn’t toucheed himself the entire time. In fact, his hands had been behind his back from the very start. It was simply the raw sexuality permeating the room that was holding his entire body under a hypnotic rapture.
“What are you going to do with my cum, fairy?”
“I’m gonna swallow it all.” His eyes hadn’t left the commanding gaze of the man he was blowing, and his erection gave another large bob. It was continually jumping to the rhythm of his accelerated heartbeat.
“I knew you were a faggot from the moment you called me one. Its called ‘projection.’ You take your own fears that you can’t face, and instead force them on someone else. But look at you now, huh? Butt naked, on your knees, sucking on my cock like its your last meal. Look at your dick. You haven’t touched yourself, but you’re dripping all over the place, ready to blow your load. You’re getting off on having me in your mouth, aren’t you? Just like you were meant to.”
It was true. The big ten incher dangling between the jock’s legs was drooling a steady stream of precum, the clear fluid pooling on the floor. The knob was swollen, shiny, and dark, the slit flaring open and closed. His testicles, normally heavy and drooping, had risen almost all the way up, eagerly awaiting the moment that they would jettison their heavy load. He was on the brink of orgasm, and even the slightest touch would be enough to set him off. A drop of water from his wet hair, a featherlight touch, a well-placed breeze –
“Don’t -” But it was too late. The captain needed his own release, and he needed it now. One of his large hands shot from behind his back and curled around his throbbing cock, combining physical stimulation with the sexual thrill of running his lips across the stiff flesh of another male’s sex organ. But what should have been the most powerful orgasm of the jock’s life went horrbily wrong when his meat deflated in his fist.
“-do it.” The jock tore his mouth from the organ in front of him with a mangled cry.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” he screeched. The sexual need was still there. The burning urge to unload his aching testicles still needed to be satisfied. Yet here he kneeled, still in shock, holding his long but flaccid – and most importantly, numb – dick.
“Its not what I did, Jerome. Its what you didn’t – and aren’t – doing. I told you; faggots don’t finish first. I warned you that if you touched yourself, you would be sorry.
“And I want to ask you a question. What were you doing when you got the grand idea to yank one off? Think about it, pussy. You aren’t blowing me, and you aren’t getting any pleasure. Seems pretty simple to me. Of course, what do I know, I’m just a faggot, huh? So, I guess I’ll just pull my pants up and find someone else to finish me off….”
Jerome stared in horror as the young man started pulling his pants and boxers back up, his spit-covered rod still erect. Horror that he wasn’t going to get to finish, and horror at the realization that he was right. Horror that his cock had no feeling. Horror that somehow, he liked sucking that thick fleshy piece of meat. Horror that he was actually eager to taste the semen. Horror that he needed that cock to cum in order to find his own release. Horror that now, there was no way that he could say, he was not a faggot. Because faggots got hard sucking dick, didn’t they? That’s how they got their pleasure.
“Wait.” Jerome’s voice was low and nearly inaudible. Part of him wanted to be heard; part of him wished that he hadn’t actually said anything. His tormentor slowed his pace.
“Did you say something?” The reply was slow, and filled with amusement.
“Please.” The dominant one smirked, confident in his superiority. The request was crystal clear. He almost wanted to make the larger boy say the words, but felt it unnecessary. Jerome had finally fallen. Both of them knew that.
“You know what to do,” the new master said as he stepped once more in front of his submissive. Jerome reached up with shaky hands and popped the button on the jeans. The zipper followed, leaving the still-hard eight incher to bulge out the front of the red and black boxers underneath. He pulled both down which allowed the stiff meat to dangle in his face.
“You’re fucking sick,” Jerome muttered as he wrapped his hot mouth around the cock.
“Yep. I’m sick.” The slurping was frenzied now. Jerome was practically fucking his face onto that cock, twisting his head left and right, pushing his tongue against the sensitive spots, trying to bring the beast down. He was a machine now, his own need for release driving him to give the best blowjob he could.
Brandon couldn’t believe it. Before, he had been getting off solely on the power he had over this self-proclaimed ‘alpha male,’ and his long overdue commuppance. But now, the suction alone was bringing him closer to the edge. Either Jerome had done this before (something he knew had not happened), or he was pulling every trick in the book that he could remember from having his own cock sucked. That mouth was powerful. It certainly wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever recieved, but it was in the better half, without a doubt.
“Put your hands behind your back.” The submissive did as commanded, even going as far as to clasp his own wrists to prevent temptation. “Now look in my eyes.” He hesitated. “Do it now, fucker. Or you’ll regret it.” Jerome pulled his blank stare from the trimmed crotch and forced his eyes to meet Brandon’s. “That’s it, cum dump. Let me see your shame. Let me see your humiliation as you work for my load.”
It was there, painted on the big man’s face,. He had been an alpha male when he arrived here in every sense. He had the grades. He had the friends. He was the star player on the basketball team with schools tripping over one another to give him a free ride. He had a silver Acura waiting for him in the parking lot. He had one of the hottest girls on his arm, and sitting on his ten inch monster whenever he wanted. The very same cock that now stiffened between his legs, once again throbbing violently and ready to spew the contents of his ballsack at any moment.
He had fallen so far in hte past thirty minutes. Here he was now, knees aching as he knelt before this scrawny wretch who had somehow manged to best him without laying a finger on him. His lips, tongue, cheeks, and even throat were burning in agony from the repeated violation. His back, his body, and his mind hurt. But Jerome kept the powerful suction going because he was just that damn close. He was sitting on the edge of teh best cum of his life, and he knew it. Better than the first blowjob he’d recieved, better than losing his V-Card – hell – better than the first time his cock had pierced Danielle’s tight little starfish –
“I’m about to cum.” Relief flooded through the jock followed by confusion when the warm flesh was ripped from his mouth with a wet, slurpy pop.
“I’m gonna cum in your mouth, Jerome, and you’re going to swallow everything, aren’t you?” The jock nodded. “Everything you don’t eat, you will lick up, right?” Another nod. “While you’re eating my jizz, I want you watching my eyes. I want you to see what a real man looks like when he gets his nut.”
The younger boy stuffed his throbbing eight incher back into the hot mouth provided and began pumping. His hands were clasped behind Jerome’s head as he literally used the suctioning mouth to jerk himself off. Though the head was constantly pounding the back of his throat, Jerome kept his hands behind his back. He couldn’t believe it, but he was getting even higher off this merciless mouth rape. His piss slit was now wide open, precum flowing in a steady stream. His large balls were held tight against his body.
Brandon continued to hold Jerome’s gaze, and within ten strokes, the first ropes of cum began firing from Brandon’s cock. He resisted the urge to force himself balls deep into Jerome’s mouth, instead pulling out until only the head was resting on Jerome’s tongue. Being deepthroated would make things easy on Jerome. Brandon wanted him to taste his seed. One hand wrapped around his shaft as Brandon literally jerked off into Jerome’s mouth. Every throb, every spurt was heaven after forcing himself to wait six days for this one moment of revenge. And there was no doubt that it was worth it.
For his part, Jerome’s mind was nearly blank for the first time since the beginning of his ordeal. The moment that the first shot of semen was fired against the roof of his mouth, Jerome’s own cock began blasing rope after rope of his sticky fluid. His mind focused on three things alone: the mind-numbing, completely electrifying release of his orgasm, which was more than he could have imagined; eye contact with this Master, for he knew that he was the reason for the intensity of this orgasm; and not choking to death on this near-inhuman amount of cum flooding his mouth. Fat ropes were continually being ejected from Brandon’s root, and they weren’t slowing down. Jerome was swallowing it as fast as he could, but each rope was nearly a mouthful, and it had started spilling almost from the start.
His senses were filled with that cock and its life-giving load. Jerome could see at the bottom of his vision that chocolate rod extending from the groin and extending forth, disappearing under his nose and combining with the sensation of that meat stretching his lips and lying on his tongue, hot and shuddering and pumping out ropes of slimy liquid. He felt the goo slide down his esophagus and into his stomach, and could feel the excess flow freely from the corners of his mouth and down his chin, landing in sticky strings on his chest, stomach, and thighs. Jerome could smell the two aromas – both slightly chlorinated but very distinct – mingling together and filling his lungs. He could taste the salty, bitter, and slightly tangy flavor of the semen that coated his entire mouth and covered his pink tongue, still dancing lightly over the cock head in his mouth. He heard the hard, shuddering breaths from both of them as they endured their moments of ecstacy; heard every hard gulp he made as he sent another mouthful of jizz to his stomach.
After a good long minute, both orgasms finally died down. Jerome’s cock lurched one last time as the one in his mouth gave one final dribble before being pulled away. As the standing youth tucked himself back into his boxers and pulled up his pants, Jerome ran his tongue over his lips to clean up the leftovers. His cock gave a pleasurable throb as it slowly rose back to full mast, looking for all the world as if he had not experienced an orgasm at all. Jerome scraped, smeared, and finally outright began to slurp up the puddle of mixed jizz from the floor. His rapist turned back at the door and spoke.
“One more thing. If I were you, I wouldn’t think of trying to report me to anyone. No one’ll believe that a sturdy and capable young man like yourself got taken advantage of by a five foot seven, hundred and thirty pound wet blanket. So go ahead and save yourself the embarassment -” A particuarly enthusiastic slurp came from Jerome. “Well, more embarassment, I should say.”
Jerome heard and understood, but was too involved in riding this new sexual high to respond. He smeared as much of their mutual fluids on his cock and pounded his meat so a second powerful climax, shuddering hard as he collapsed to the floor.
Out in the darkened parking lot, Brandon Edwards horsed the engine of his 1978 Chevy Nova. Morally, what he had done tonight was wrong. Legally, it was rape. But he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he would get away with it. There were no witnesses, and the only other witness would never breathe a word. Not from fear, Brandon knew, but from pride. People like Jerome couldn’t show weakness for fear of appearing to be weak. So he would suffer in silence.
Brandon had considered full advantage of Jerome, but ultimately decided against it. Brandon knew Jerome couldn’t have resisted, but after the act was finished, Jerome would have actually had evidence. It would have been too tempting for Brandon to simply force his way into Jerome’s rectum and leave behind a sticky deposit leaking from a ripped anus. Chances were that Jerome still wouldn’t have told, but Brandon wasn’t willing to leave evidence like that up to chance.
Brandon knew that he had changed the course of a life tonight. Jerome Sanders would never again experience the sexual pleasure he had that night, but he would spend the rest of his life on his knees, eating load after load of sperm in the hopes of finding it. It would kill the big man inside to do it, but he would do so anyway. Jerome would never be happy again, just as he had made Brandon’s life hell since the day they had met. No, Brandon had not changed a life tonight. He had ruined one, and he could not force himself to feel any sorrow.
‘Revenge isn’t always sweet,’ he thought as he eased out of the parking lot. ‘Sometimes, its salty.’

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Beltworld Ch.1

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