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Pea Pod Pt3

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Pea Pod Pt3

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The next morning on the other hand was something else entirely.

I don’t know who decided that I was the meat in this sandwich, but when I opened my eyes, I had Meka on one side and Gwen on the other and they seemed to have a new fascination with my tits.

“Look how her little legs go rigid and quiver when you suck these perfect, huge, jiggly orbs. 

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pan>And look at the way her head thrashes back and forth,” Gwen told Meka as she manipulated my nipple.

“Did you notice her toes are clenched and her feet are pointed?” Meka returned.

“Mmmm yes, Doug?  Do you want anything dear?” Gwen asked innocently.

“Fuck me, fuck me.  Please fuck me,” I begged.

“It sounds like our little Doug here is a slut.  All right since you asked so nice.  Gwen, go ahead with that lovely strap-on,” Meka urged.

There is no way to describe it to someone without a vulva, what being penetrated like that feels like.  You’ll just have to believe me, if it is done right, it feels wonderful.

Gwen banged me while Meka suckled and diddled my clit.

My only job at that point was to deafen the neighborhood dogs.

Those two wicked women made me orgasm twice and then, Gwen used her tonsil tickler on my clit, ducking into my vagina from time to time, to make me cum again.  When it looked like I could take no more, they nuzzled me and held me until I could control my body again.

“Doog?  Is Doog good?” Meka teased me.

Gwen snickered, “Is that how you talked before you came here?  That is so hot!  You could have half the men in this city with that native girl routine.  There would be a line at the front door half a mile long waiting their turn,” she informed Meka.

“When I pulled Doug into my world, that’s all the better I could talk.  I spent two days watching television, and practicing before I could become somewhat proficient in your language,” Meka assured Gwen.

I was, recovered enough for that to bring up a question, “Two days?  I, fainted for two days?”

“Not exactly…  I gave you something to keep you asleep.  The transformation can be a great strain on a man.  I felt it was best,” she admitted.

“You went two days without eating?” I asked not believing that she had.

“No Doug, I made a couple trips to the village so that they would know where we were, and what had happened to you.  Oh and two of your wives will be visiting us in… oops!  About a minute,” she leapt out of bed in her baby doll, with us following more slowly.

There were two women standing in the living room looking completely lost, but once they saw Meka, their faces lit up and they ran to hug her.

They chattered away in the singsong language I remembered.  I heard, “Doog,” and saw Meka point at me.  It was a good thing I was paying attention because they shot down the hallway and latched onto me hugging me from both sides.

They started kissing my cheeks saying, “Doog,” they were saying other words I did not know as well, but I knew they were happy to see me.

Meka was still talking to them, when suddenly they let me go and latched onto Gwen, saying, “Gween.”  Close enough I guess, because it brought a huge smile to her face, as they kissed her too.

“What did you tell them?” I asked Meka, curious to know.

“I told them to greet your newest wife and that she will be a great asset to our world,” Meka told me in a conspiratorial whisper.

“Why did you have them come?” I continued.

“Well Doug, they are your wives, and we are going to need more of our village women who can speak your language.  I figured that we can use some help while you, Gwen, and I are setting up all of the different things we talked about,” she logically concluded, “they love you very much as well, and to help out they will see to it that we are provided food and comfort.  They are very motivated and have now come to believe that you are the key to saving our world.”

“Damn, that is one hell of a heavy load you want to drop on me,” I exclaimed as I watched Gwen be, molested.

“I have carried it alone long enough.  If you do not wish to accept it I will understand,” her lower lip stuck out in a pout.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it, it was a shock to know that what we plan to do is that important,” I hugged her, “I’m sorry that you had to shoulder this great responsibility by yourself for so long.”

“It has been difficult, especially knowing that there was such little hope,” she affirmed.

“With that portal gizmo of yours, why haven’t you linked it to my world long before this?” I asked her incredulous that she hadn’t used it sooner.

“We had no way to establish a connection until you crashed near an old portal site in the Amazon, your close proximity and unique mental resonance was what allowed me to make the link.  I have been searching for such a link every day since I was a small girl.  When my father had come from there in the past, my mother had been so excited that she accidentally jumbled the settings, so we lost our connection.  When you came through, I made quite certain, of what the settings were.  So, when you wanted to come back, I interfaced to your, ah… how to put this, well the closest is, ‘your feeling of home,’ which brought us straight here,” she stopped to catch her breath, “just before we left last time I locked the controls so that only I can change them from this location.”

“Now do you see why you are held in such high esteem by our people?” she smiled at me as she gazed into my eyes.

“Well I promise that I will do my best to get as many of our women knocked up as I can.  I will predict that English is going to be a very popular subject in the village,” I surmised.

“Gwen have they hugged the tar out of you yet?” I asked her as we approached.

“Who are they Doug?” she asked wide eyed.

“Maybe Meka should explain,” I quickly passed this hot potato, it looked like one of those times that she would be far better at smoothing things over than I.

“Let me introduce you to Beath, and Windy, also wives to Doug,” she, matter of factly stated.  “They will be so pleased to have you as part of our family!”

“What?” Gwen screeched.  “How many of us are there?”

“About twenty, these two the ten that are pregnant, you, six others, and me,” Meka declared as though it was the most natural thing in the world.  When she saw the look on Gwen’s face she added, “Doug was a very busy boy back in the village.”

“No wonder you ran away.  They turned you into the village bicycle,” Gwen snorted after saying that, “I would have thought you were in stud heaven.”

“Actually, I ran away because I was starting to loose my desire to come home,” I told her, blushing bright red.

Meka jumped in with, “Just as it happened to my father/mother, another reason we could no longer lock onto his ‘home identity’.”

“Don’t worry Gwen, your sister wives are here to help out and to travel back and forth carrying news and goods.  They will join us in bed though, if you want,” Meka teased.  At least I hope she was teasing.

“They sure are an affectionate pair,” Gwen declared, “Doug, how are you going to support all of this? ”

“First thing I suggest that we all get dressed.  Beath and Windy, are starting to become over stimulated,” I told them, pointing to the ladies who were touching and stroking our baby dolls.

“Eh hem,” Meka cleared her throat, giving the ladies a ‘look’.  Then she turned to us and said, “Good idea, you two jump in the shower and I’ll be right behind you.  I want to give some instructions and make sure no one gets too curious until we can educate them better.”

After showering and dressing, (Gwen made both Meka and I do some of our own make-up) we met Beath and Windy in the living room, whereupon sitting on the sofa, Beath and Windy started serving us breakfast.

“Where did all of this come from?” I asked incredulous, for I was looking upon a miniature version of the banquet of two weeks ago.

“I had some of the wives setup camp in the temple, as support liaisons,” Meka informed us as she dug into the piles of food we had in front of us.

Gwen remarked, “Damn girl, you are good,” then started looking over the offerings.

I already had my favorites, so I helped her out, offering different selections and describing them in Earth terms.

Once done Gwen and I started teaching the women about the appliances in the kitchen, stove, refrigerator, dish washer running water, and where all of my dishes and silverware was stored.  It was a harder task than you might think.  Every time we showed them something, it took ten minutes to calm them down.  They were like kids in a candy store.  Teaching them about the water closet…  Well don’t even ask!

When things had calmed down, the three of us wives had a powwow in the living room.

Gwen started again with, “Okay Doug, we’re dressed and fed, back to the question, how are you going to support all of these wives?”

“Obviously we need money and a lot of it, fast,” I agreed, “Let’s find out who the biggest competitor to Pfizer is, and send them a sampler with a note in it.”

Gwen jumped in with, “I can see it now, ‘Gentlemen these chocolates are laced with a chemical more powerful and safer than your competitor’s product, Viagra.  Please have a nosh and jump your wives, then give us a call.’  They would throw it into the trash and think someone was playing a trick on them.”

“Good point,” I agreed, “It probably means that we should take it to them in person, which will take time and money.”

“Which are in short supply,” Gwen agreed, looking pensive.

“How about the brandy?” I suggested, knowing full well some of the problems there.

“No license, import, or production.  We might be able to set that up, but it will take some time,” Gwen supplied, deep in thought.

“Too bad we don’t have a fist full of diamonds or a gold brick,” I bemoaned our lack thereof.

“‘Gold, diamonds?’  Would a cart full help?” Meka asked.

“A cart like the carts that were being pushed around the village?” I asked.

“Exactly,” she affirmed.

I looked at Gwen, “Do you think a cart full of gold, or diamonds would help?”

“If it is in the form of statuary or jewelry, we would be able to buy the whole apartment complex, a truckload of bras, and strapons,” Gwen declared, “You aren’t kidding me are you Meka?”

“Oh no, we can get you as much of those kinds of things as you desire, I will send some of the women to the cities to collect some more of them, after we clear out one of the storage rooms at the temple.  The ladies can only push one small cart, with those things on it, at a time.  They are very heavy.  Many of those kinds of items were stored at the temple long ago.  It holds little value for us now,” she admitted.

I am so glad there were no flies buzzing around my apartment.  Between Gwen and I, we would have had our mouths full.

Meka started waving her hands in front of our faces, “Are you all right?”

I shook my head, to clear it, “Wow, problem solved,” I looked at Gwen, “We’ll have to be careful how we dispose of it at first, but we should be able to turn it into cash.”

“Well that solves the money problem, so what we need to do next is Gwen and Meka get the measurements of the first of our sisters that can be taught English and are not pregnant, but who want to be.  While I go and rent as many of the apartments in this complex as I can, at least until we can pay cash for the whole complex.  Once we have the girls speaking and dressing well enough, we’ll set them up in the apartments, take them nightclubbing, so they can bring some unsuspecting lotharios home and have the daylights fucked out of them,” I announced, as I grabbed my new purse and all, getting ready to do as I had planned.

“Hold up there Doug!” Gwen admonished, “Don’t you believe that the manager might not think it strange that a bimbo was signing ‘Doug Gordon’, to her checkbook with the name Doug Gordon on it?”

“Not such a well, thought-out plan, eh?” I agreed,

“I’m sure from that side you forget what you look like sometimes, it’s easier to remember from this side,” she pointed at my hooters, and giggled, obviously joined in with by Meka.

“Now that you have had your fun at my expense, what would you suggest we do to remedy this little problem?” I asked obviously miffed.

“Looks like two big problems to me,” and they started up giggling again.

I just stood there with my little arms crossed on top of my breasts, which for some reason they also found immensely funny.

By the time, they wiped the tears from their eyes, and stopped, I was starting to storm out of the room, when Beath and Windy stopped me and comforted me, as they bitched out Meka.

All four women dragged me back to the sofa, and the two non-English speaking members were still speaking angrily at Meka.

Meka quickly had a change of attitude, “I am sorry Doug.  You have been doing so well as a woman, I forgot how difficult it is on the newly transformed, as our wives have quite fervently reminded me.  They have told me, that they should kick my ass, take you to bed, and make sure that I do not join you.  Believe me they are quite serious too!”

Gwen’s eyes were big and round when she heard this, “They wouldn’t really…  You are a priestess, aren’t you?”

“That fact would not save me their wrath,” she shared with Gwen.

“They would beat you up for teasing Doug?” she asked wide eyed again.

“Oh no.  They would beat me senseless,” she informed Gwen.

“Doug we were only kidding.  If you don’t perk up I think there is going to be one hell of a cat fight, and Meka and I won’t come out on top of it,” Gwen urged, huddling close to Meka.

I kissed Beath and Windy, making sure they knew that I appreciated them, and then shoed them into the kitchen.

“They weren’t going to get in a fight with you were they,” I asked Meka not quite believing her myself.

Meka held out her trembling hand as evidence.

Gwen saw that and went pale.

I sat next to Meka, and held her to calm her down.

“Gwen did you have any suggestions as to how we can accomplish our tasks, without getting me arrested?” I asked her as I held a very scared Meka.

“I won’t let them hurt you Meka so calm down,” I told my trembling wife.

“I was accused of a most heinous crime, by them and if they had not been able to defeat us, others would have come and finished the job.  It is thought very bad form to ridicule the newly transformed.  I will not do it again, nor will I allow Gwen to,” she promised, “Thank you for saving us and making me feel better.”

I received a very earnest and passionate kiss.

Gwen started, “Uh, Doug?  Do you still want to know what we can do?” asking in a timid voice.

“Sure Gwen,” I replied nonchalantly.

“I can go and rent the apartments, you just go on-line and transfer some money to my account,” she explained.”

“Sure no trouble.  We’ll hold down the fort,” I answered.

“Before I go Doug, I have to say I’m not sure I can deal with this whole subservient thing, just because you are the ‘husband’,” she remarked as she picked up her purse.

Meka had finally stopped shaking, “Not because he/she is the husband, and no one is being subservient.  Doug has just gone through one of the greatest traumas a man can.  To make sport of someone in his/her position is thought to be cruel.”

“Oh my, I had not thought of it in those terms, until now.  I apologize too, Doug,” she kissed me and headed to the office.

“Feeling better Meka?” I asked her loosening my grip, “I have to go transfer some funds to Gwen’s account.  Do you want to come and watch?”

“Sure Doug, because I have no idea what the words you just said mean,” she stood up, and accompanied me, to the computer and watched as I booted up, went on line, and transferred the money to Gwen’s checking account. (I had done this before, so her account number was already on my system.)

“It works somewhat like the portal, a bit less sophisticated, but I think I will be able to manage with only a bit of tutoring,” she said with confidence.

“It’s nice to know that the portal is Windows compatible.  I just wonder how Gates managed that one?” I rambled.

“Not gates, portal, it works like the portal,” insisted Meka.

“Never mind Meka, I’ll explain later,” I assured her, should we find the time I would tell her of Microsoft.

“Let’s go and start to show the other wives the ways of this world.  I can’t wait to see their faces when they wear a bra for the first time,” I was thinking of my first time and how wonderful it felt.

Meka started to blush, “I am not sure that I can face them yet.”

“Come on, let’s grab a couple of your bras, and confront them, (No way, would one of mine fit them, unless they plan on wearing them on their heads.)” I urged her.

“I know that they will wear them with enthusiasm, and feel so pretty, that maybe they will forgive me,” she surmised, quickly snatching up a few bras and taking them with us.

She offered the bras to the others, who would not take them until I kissed Meka on the cheek.

“Thank you, Doug.  They see you have forgiven me, so they will also, this time,” she told me, sounding ominously like she was skating a very thin line.

The women had no objections at all with me helping them into their bras, though they presented Meka with repeated looks of disgust.

I finally had to grab their hands and hold them all together, before they would begin to warm up to each other again.

“Thanks Doug, I have never seen them so angry,” she sighed in relief.

“I was not all that upset, I don’t know why, but normally I’m not so thin skinned,” I admitted with as much introspection as I dared.

“You are still trying to become used to the hormones twisting your psyche,” she informed me.

“Oh, you are still on, the stolen manhood thing, eh?” I asked her.

“So how long have you been menstruating Doug?  Have you any PMS that you are experiencing?  You are having issues, and will have trouble for some time to come dear.  That is why it is so, looked down upon, by my people to treat a new woman, badly.  We women of experience need to help the poor unfortunates with the transition.  We have been, blessed with the time to acclimate to our bodies.  The newly transformed need our understanding and help.  It is the feminine way,” she informed me.

We heard the front door open, “Doug, Meka, you still here?”

“In here!” we yelled together.

She met us in the living room, “We now have four new apartments all surrounding this one.”

“Good work Gwen,” I declared, “We’ll get these beauties knocked up yet.”

“Thanks Doug,” she told me, “could we talk about your name now?” she asked as she sat next to me on the sofa.

“What’s wrong with my name?” I put to her.

“Well to be perfectly honest Doug, you no longer look as though you should be called, Doug,” she stated emphatically.

“I have been thinking about that quite earnestly,” I, replied, “There aren’t any obvious female versions of ‘Doug’.”

I heard Meka and my two protectors hold a short discussion, and then she turned and informed us, “By unanimous decision, we wish to submit a name that means, ‘Gift of God’.”

Gwen and I exchanged looks, hers was impressed, and mine was scarlet.

I stammered out, “I’m honored, I just hope it sounds like a regular ‘American’ type name.  What is it?”

“We have decided that you should be named Dolly, our gift from God,” she pronounced proudly, a solemn expression on hers, and the other’s faces.

Before I could utter a word Gwen piped in with, “It’s perfect!  I agree, Dolly, is Doug’s new name.”  (She was as aware as I, the association of ‘large bust’, and Dolly Pardon, which explains her quick decision.)

“Ah… but… uh…” was my intellectual response until I realized that I was out voted.  “Okay, call me Dolly,” I responded resigned to my fate.

“You do not look so pleased, with your new name Dolly,” Meka asked with a puzzled expression.

Gwen, always the tease, told her, “Dolly is just stunned by the great honor, you have done her,” suppressing the giggle that I knew was, wanting to burst from her.

Meka told the other wives and I was smothered by women squealing, “Dolly.”

When it all died down, Gwen was eager to make it official, “The first thing that we need to do, is change everything, your checking account, and anything else that we can to just ‘D Gordon’.  Then I think that we need to get you a birth certificate, with a bit younger age, and the name ‘Dolly Ann Gordon’, affixed to it.  After everyone sees you using your ‘D Gordon’ identity long enough, we will be able to convince most of them that someone miss-entered your information into their computer systems.  I’ll be able to verify it is really you, and you always have been a woman.”

“Great, it sounds like a plan Gwen.  I hadn’t come to the realization that I cannot be ‘Doug’ anymore.  Although ‘Doug’ is the only one who can legally prove to be a citizen and have my money and possessions,” I told her, but I started to cry anyway.

Meka held me, “Why are you crying Dolly?”

“I don’t know.  It’s like ‘Doug’ is dead, and I miss me,” I blubbered.

Meka looked over at Gwen, “This is normal for someone who has been transformed.  She is struggling with a new identity.”

I wound up in the center of a group hug.

“I’m okay now.  Can I breath, please,” I asked, since I’m the littlest of the group, they hadn’t realized that they were crushing me.

Gwen announced, “We have to finish getting, Beath and Windy dressed.  I am taking everyone out for Ice cream.”

“Can I make a suggestion?” I asked.

“Sure,” the two English speakers replied.

“It’s about names.  Windy is a normal name around here, but Beath is way different.  Would she object to us calling her Beth?” I asked, not wanting to insult her, but her name was close to Beth and it would make things on Earth easier for her.

Meka explained to her and she agreed to the change.

We dolled everyone up and drove us all to, ‘Swensen's Ice Cream Factory & Shoppe’, where we entered, and were seated by a very nervous looking fellow.

“What’s wrong with him, he acted like… I don’t know,” I asked Gwen in a near whisper.

“Turn on your old hound dog, male mind Dolly, and then pan back and look at what is seated at this table,” Gwen coached.

“I never thought of that.  We are five very hot looking babes,” I told her, with a very strange mix of feelings.

“Bingo!” she answered.

Gwen wound up ordering for us all, her main theme being, ‘Chocolate’.

When we were, served and the expression on our otherworldly wife’s faces, were delightful.  They all had a mixture of shock, surprise, and enjoyment written there undeniably.

Meka, the spokeswoman, declared, “Never have we tasted such a food.”

Windy had been shoveling it in a bit too fast, and cried out, not knowing the source of the pain.

I handed her the water glass and after a couple of sips, she relaxed.

I told Meka, “Brain freeze, when you eat something frozen too fast, the back of your throat gets too cold.  She just has to eat a little slower, and it won’t happen again.”

Meka translated, and the women went back to enjoying their treats.

When we finished, and were driving back to my apartment, I suggested that we stop at the grocery store and pick up more ice cream, which we did.

Once inside my place I grabbed Meka and asked if we could all bring the ice cream to our other wives in the jungle.  She hugged me and said, “Dolly, your wives will be so grateful.  We can tell them your new name as well.”

We were mobbed the instant that we stepped through the portal, with much hugging and squealing.

Meka announced, in her native tongue, my name is now Dolly, the only word she uttered which I recognized.

They responded with uproarious approval.  Of course, none of them had seen me since the transformation, so many were intensely fascinated with my boobs.  That led to their discovery of brassieres, which of course meant that I was disrobed to the waist.  There was much groping and caressing, and Meka almost had to take a fire hose to them to save me.

I found out later she had to promise there would be a rotation, where they each would get to bed me, like had been, done when I first came to them.  It seems the ladies wanted to play with my girls.

When we passed out the ice cream, (I had brought plastic bowls and spoons.) there was much showing of gratitude.  I tried to get Meka to tell them it was Gwen’s idea, but Gwen wouldn’t let her.  I wound up covered with ice cream from the waist up, with all of the kissing, from ice cream covered faces.

Beth and Windy were nearly, stripped by the women examining their new clothing, which they were proud to display.

Meka had to promise that they all would be wearing clothing just like it soon and that as soon as they managed to learn English, they would all be taught to pick up men, which had the women cheering and promising to study very hard.

The men of Reno were in for a treat and some very enthusiastic sexual partners.

We popped back to the apartment with two more wives who were, taken in hand by Windy and Beth to be shown, around and introduced to the wonders of Earth.  Later the four of them will be seated in front of that ‘wonderful teaching device’ to absorb English.

While that was going on, I jumped on the internet trying to look for resources that could help me establish my new Identity, and learned a new term, ‘transgendered’, which took me to all kinds of different sites.  I soon learned of a ‘Therapist’ in Reno from a site called ‘http://www.drbecky.com/therapists.html’.

class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 3pt">I called the number and asked to speak with the therapist, and obviously, she could not come to the phone.  I left a real hook to get her to call me, I told the receptionist that I have a new cure for gender dysphoria, and want to discuss with her, the exclusive rights for her in Nevada, and please have her call me soonest.

Twenty minutes later the phone rang with a woman on the other end who told me her name and continued with, “This is probably some kind of sales job from a drug company, like Prozac that won’t really help, but I still had to call, on the outside chance that you are not B.S.ing me.”

“Actually, I have a cure that you will not believe until you see it Doctor.  This might sound strange, but I have discovered a way to turn men into fully functioning women.  You see it happened to me, quite by accident,” I took a deep breath and continued, “I was calling you first to find out how I can establish a new identity, since I am not male anymore.  Can you help me?  If you can or even if you can’t can I arrange with you to visit me at my apartment, so that I may show you how we can help your patients?”

“Your apartment?  I am very hesitant to go to the apartment belonging to someone, which I have never met.  Is it alright if I bring a friend?” she offered.

“Male or female?” I asked back.

“Does it matter?” she asked suspiciously.

“If you bring a male, bring a transgendered male or they won’t be allowed the full demonstration, it is simply too dangerous, that is if he wants to continue being male,” I informed her.

“You must be joking!  Just to visit your apartment, a man would not remain a man?” she said incredulously.

“No, I said if he wanted to view the demonstration, he would not remain a man.  You’ll understand after you visit.  When would you like to come over?” I inquired.

“It’s four O’clock and I’m through for today.  Let me have twenty minutes to grab some paperwork, and call a friend, and I’ll be on my way,” she agreed and I told her my address, we would see her in about an hour.

When I told Gwen she was ecstatic, and she asked, “Well is she bringing a man or a woman?”

“She never told me, so we’ll see when she gets here.”

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When Dr. X (I don’t want to get sued or have the poor woman buried in phone calls) showed up, she had with her a man wearing a dress, and it was painfully obvious.

We were, introduced all around and I started with, “Hi I’m Dolly,” dumb huh?  I quickly recovered my balance with, “The former Doug Gordon.  Until two weeks ago, I was a man.”

The big guy in the dress gasped loudly.

I picked up an old photo of myself and showed it to them, “That’s me, or it was me anyway.  If I had put on a dress, I would have looked like…” I let it drop realizing it would be impolite. 

“You met my wives.  Yes, I said wives.  Three of them sitting here with us, were not from around here.  You will understand shortly.  Am I correct in assuming that Francis here is suffering gender Dysphoria?” I asked knowing the answer, but I thought it best to make certain.

“Yes, Francis has been living as a woman for five months now,” Dr. X confirmed.

“That’s a hell of a lot longer than I have.  Anyway, are you ready to see why I brought you here?” I stood up preparing to lead them on, “Oh, and I am going to need your most solemn vow to never tell anyone about, what you are about to see.”

Both made their promises.

Dr. X handed me the large manila envelope she had been carrying and said, “This is everything that you will need to change your identity, except my signatures on the documents, which if what you claim is true I will be more than happy to provide.”

“Oh Dolly, that’s wonderful,” Gwen hugged me excitedly.

“Thanks Gwen,” I hugged her back, “Last chance Francis, if you follow me there is no going back, you will be sitting down to pee for the rest of your life.”

“I will also be thanking you every time I do,” was his answer.

We led them into the back room, “Hold our hands, you are not going to believe this,” and promptly walked them through a solid looking wall.

In the stone temple, all of my other wives surrounded us quickly but were, shooed off by Meka.

“You were lucky Meka was here,” I told Francis, “My wives would have nearly fucked you to death if she hadn’t sent them packing.”

His eyes grew big and round.

Dr. X, just looked puzzled, so I started negotiating, “Francis here is going to be the only freebie, the next man who wants a change will have to agree to stay male for a month at least, before being changed, to provide stud services.”

“That might be a problem, most of the transgendered men once they reach Francis’s stage have been, well… chemically castrated by hormones,” she informed me.

“That’s not a problem.  My wives have a kind of super-Viagra that would bring him around in twenty minutes whether he thought he could or not.  Come along Francis, let’s go loose Mr. Happy, and fulfill your dreams,” I started marching them up the hill to where we had spotted the plant, the last time.

When we neared it, Francis passed by me, walking in a trance like state, toward the ‘lady in white lure’, and just as it happened to me, Francis was taken, except, he didn’t struggle.

Dr. X screamed, “Oh my God… Francis!”  However, the only evidence left of him, was a big overstuffed pea pod.

“That’s all there is, other than to come back in a week and help the beautiful Frances back to Earth,” I realized my mistake the instant I said it, but too late the Doctor folded up like tissue paper.

We carried her down to the temple and five or six of us lie with her until she came around.

“Feeling better Doctor?” I asked.

“Oh my God, I’m half naked in a bed with five women,” she screeched.

“Don’t worry they won’t molest you, unless you ask them nicely,” I giggled and pulled away from her so she wouldn’t feel like she was covered in tits.  “You were in shock.  This is the old jungle remedy they use to bring you out of it.”

“Come on girls let’s get dressed, and take the good Doctor back to my place,” I announced, and Meka translated.

Once on the sofa, again I told the Doctor my long and strange story, and asked her about my proposal.

She agreed that if Frances comes back like I promised, she would put the proposal to a select few of her patients, and if they were unwilling to perform the sex part, other arrangements might be made, like sperm donors, or substitute studs.

We shook hands and agreed to meet in five days, during which we were quite busy, selling jewelry and such.

The day arrived and we ported back with a picnic lunch to await Frances’s birth.  We didn’t have to wait long.  Meka had plenty of experience with the plants so she had calculated the birthing time almost exactly.

We watched it fold open and the different tendrils as they released her.  Meka helped her stand up, and a beautiful redhead with about a D cup bust, who stood around five foot two, came walking toward us.

“Francis, is that you?” Dr. X asked.

“Bet your sweet ass it’s me!” she declared.

“That was the code phrase we work out.  This is unbelievable.  You can really change a man into a woman.  Ca… Can she have babies?” she asked

“Only if you can get some man to fuck her, then yes, she can have babies,” I teased.

Frances came over to me blubbering her sweet heart out, hugged me, Meka, Gwen and finally Dr. X.  “I’m a real girl.  I can feel it.  Thank you, thank you,” she declared.

Dr. X was crying, so I asked, “Why are you crying?  Are you just happy for her?”

“No, now I wish I hadn’t had the surgery to become a woman.  This is so much better,” she wailed.

I hugged her, “You are still genetically male aren’t you?”

She stammered, “Y… ye… yes, I suppose I am, why?”

“You had better call your office and tell them you are on vacation for five days, then,” I told her.

“You mean… I can still do it?” she squealed.

“I don’t, see why, not?  Damn I did say that Frances was the only freebie, well I guess you will just have to help us by sending clients to see us, and we’ll call that the fee.  Okay with you?” I looked deep into her eyes smiling.

She pulled out a pocket recorder, spoke into it briefly, and said, “Just play that over the phone to my receptionist, I can’t wait,” she marched strait into the maw of the plant and declared, “Take me!”

Five days later Dr. X was so happy she boinked the lot of us.

**********

That was two years ago, we own our own apartment complex now.  Our drug is in the final approval stages by the FDA.  The village if five times the size it was when first I was there, and I am now eight months pregnant.  Isn’t life strange?

 

The End

 

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By Wholeman

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Teresa and the Sex Faries

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Teresa got her first period at the age of 10 and by the time she was 13 had 36D breasts. Although she did not know much about sex she got very erotic dreams that had to come from somewhere. As I said, Teresa had matured very young and her body was a torment to keep under control. It did not help that little voices kept telling her to do things that a good girl and some bad girls should not do. One afternoon as she had been shopping the most lustful thoughts came into her mind, voices whispering in her ear, Your titties should be played with Teresa, you want to show them off and have them sucked and biten till they hurt. You want your pussy fucked hard, don't you? Admit it, You want to be bad, it will be what gives you the feelings you want. Her face was flushed and she was hot all ove

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r suddenly cumming in her panties, soaking her jeans as if she had pissed in them. After the orgasm a voice said to several others, "Oh yeh, she is a little slut, she is a squirter..lets make her cum again." Suddenly her nipples felt pain as if someone was biting them hard, both at once. She ran to her room and locked the door. She ran to her bathroom and looked in her mirror. It was if there was something in her blouse, moving around all over her titties especially around the nipples. Then again a rush of pain/pleasuer shot through her body as her pussy soaked her jeans again. She melted to the floor almost crying, "What is happening? Why me? Oh please stop." The voices got louder, now from all over the bathroom. "Now, she is ready, now we have her, she is ours, let do it now." "Yes, he is right, take her now, make her out little slut, make her do everything." Her clothes somehow came off her body and through tears she thought she saw some creatures, some small and some bigger, all of the had fierce faces and glowed. They were all unmistakely naked and their sexual parts were exagerated. Some of the ones that looked female had huge titties and nipples, liquid leaking from them, their pussy lips swollen and bright pink and naked, juices almost flowing from them. One such creature shoved a hard nipples into her mouth forcing it to her lips. "Suck it, suck it little slut, suck out my milk and be my slave." She did as she was told having no other choice. Her body seemed to be covered now with hands and feet, mouths and lips and sucking and probing. Suddenly her legs came apart, forced by pairs of rough hands or paws? Sharp nails dug into her flesh inside her thoughs if she tried to pull them together, then the pain of something forcing entry into her pussy, "Oh, no, no please stop, it hurts." "Oh, does it hurt? Too bad, shut her up." Another thing slipped into her mouth, down her throat, gagging her. She saw out of the corner of her eye in the floor length mirror creatures all over her body. ONe had forced himself into her pussy, he was humping madly almost yelling with lust. Another had pushed into her mouth equally madly fucking her mouth. Several others were on her titties sucking and biting her. The the juices began filling her, making her dizzy, feeling suddenly sexy, enjoying the things being done to her young body. "Oh yes, of, that feels good, more please more." "See it is the fairie juices that does the spell, fill her up and she is ours anytime we want." Juices filled her pussy, her mouth and the milk from the titties of the female faries filled her tummy as she now willingly sucked them as if hungry. She fell asleep, soundly. A coule hours later she heard her parents car in the driveway. She got up and in the mirror there were marks all over her body, little teeth marks, Her nipples had several that had been bleeding from the lustful bites of the faries. as she sat up her pussy ran a milky liquid on the floor. "Oh my, it was not a dream, it was real." She got up and got in the shower. She washed herself in hot water for a long time then put on her PJs that covered her all over and went to bed. The night was filled with voices and dreams of things that men and women did with each other and other things, animals mating with women, all kinds of things that a good girl and many bad girls did not do, but somehow she was doing them, everything the voices told her she ws doing. Teresa woke up the next day, the marks were gone. What? "Maybe it was a dream." Then her pussy was sore and her nipples were still very sore and a sweet taste was in her mouth. "Maybe it wasn't." She dressed and left for school on the bus as usual. She stood because none of the boys or others on the bus would get up for a girl to sit. Besides, most of the boys liked trying to look up her skirt and at her chest which was at the right level if she stood and they sat. Then it began. "Nice nipples we sucked last night Teresa." "Yes, very nice titties" said another. Then another "And I loved sucking yur pussy clit Dear." She felt heat spreading over her body to her hips, her pussy getting wet. "Oh notplease, not now." "Huh?"Â Â a guy said sitting near by?" "Oh, nothing." she said. "Just thinking out loud." "His eyes dropped to her legs, not that her skirt was short but her legs were nice and he liked legs. "You like them?" she heard herself say suddnely. "Huh?" said the boy his face red at getting caught looking. "Do you like them?" she heard herself repeat as if she were watching a movie. She leaned forward her blouse now unbuttoned two buttons lower than modesty would say they should be. Her cleavage showing in front of his eyes. "I said, do you like my legs? Or do you like the view of my titties better?" "You are staring at them which do you prefer?" She was hot and could not believe that she had said this. She stepped closer, now only inches from his face her pussy letting a scent rise from it that told him she was getting wet. "Tell him to touch your pussy" a voice said. "Do it now!" "If you really like my legs, touch them." Suddenly a sharp pain shot through her nipples both at the same time. Juices flowed down her legs through her panties. "I said to tell him to finger your pussy now, do it or I will make you naked right now." She was scared but the thought of being naked on the floor out of control was worse. Her blouse was now open another button and several older boys near were watching with growing bulges in their pants. She lean over, her face to his ear, "Finger fuck my pussy now please." She was stadning with her legs apart without remembering moving them. He reached up and his hands silpped into her waiting inflamed pussy, she moaned and began moving her hips slowly on his fingers. "Oh yes, that is good, do it all the way in, finger my cunt." He was doing as she said. A body was behind her now, bigger then the boy in front of her and his hands reached around and took her titties in his hands. "Horney are we little slut?" the older voice said. An orgasm prevented her from answering. Somehow she was moved around and the boy in front of her was standing now, several boys voices were talking all at once. Then a huge cock was in her pussy, she was sitting on it and it was buried in her pussy. "Yeh, sweet little pussy ther Teresa, who would have thought you were the hot little slut?" He was moving her hips up and doon on his cock, her skirt covering them just barely. Her blouse now was open and her titties were out of her bra and several hands were on them. Suddenly there was a boy on front of her a cock hanging from his pants in front of her face. She sucked it in and took it all the way in her throat, sucking him fast and he filled her throat as she swallowed. "Me next" said another older voice, "Let a real man fuck her." She felt herself lifted and moved to another lap, a hard cock larger than the last filled her stomach, making her pussy streach to take it in. "Oh yes, yes, fill up my cunt and fuck it good" she heard herself moaning. After several more fillings she was sat down on the seat, her pussy dripping and her titties exposed. She looked up and fixed her clothes. The men all laughing and smiling. "Good one Teresa, more tomorrow?" they were saying as well as other things. She looked at her watch, it was 10 AM, she stood up, her legs weak cum dripping from her pussy that no longer had any panties. She walked to the front of the bus as it stopped, she did not even know what the stop was except that the voices told her to get off. She turned to the people on the bus. "Guys," then focusing on a lovely woman in the front that was looking at her as if she wanted to undress her, "And girls, it is only 10 o' clock and I have lots of time today and nothing to do. I am not finished for the day. Anyone else wanna fuck? Follow me." She got off the bus and looked around. She was at the park at the end of the route outside the north end of town. Several men, not boys, got off the bus and the girl that had been looking at her. the Voices told her, "Take off the blouse and bra now." she had learned to do as they said in a short time. She stood in front of them and took off her blouse and bra, her young plump titties swaying as she walked. She was waling and the others followed as she found her way to a grassy clearing that she did not know was there in the park. She turned and they all stood there waiting for her to do what she was going to do, her skirt dropped to the ground and she stood there, her pussy dripping cum. The woman stepped forward and roughly took her by the hair and kissed her her tongue deep in her mouth. "Ok. Lessie sex, yeh do it" the men were encouraging them. The woman practically threw Teresa to the grass and was on her, eating her pussy makin her cum over and over. NOw there were cocks in front of her face, she sucked them in, swallowing the cum from them as fast as she could each time her pussy squirted the face of the woman under her. as soon as one finished she would moan, "More cock, come on guys, fuck me somewhere, fuck me." She was out of control now, sex was her only desire, it did not matter who it was. The day wore on and now it was past noon and still more men were stripping and filling her pussy and her ass and her mouth with cum. Still she wanted more. Then she woke up, the night sky over her. The chill night air making her shiver. No one was there except the woman that had been with her after the bus. She sat up, her titties sore as well as the other parts of her body. "So you do this often?" the woman said. "No, never before as a matter of fact." The woman leaned over and kissed her gently. "Really, first time as a sex object and you looked like a pro, how old are you? "12," Teresa said. The woman in her mid 20s almost fainted. "are you serious? 12 years old?" "Yes, just 12." She got up and walked around her looking at her still naked body. "Well, you need someone to help you not get kncked up if this sex drive gets to stay like this." "And who do you recommend?" Teresa said smiling laying back on the grass carressing herself. The woman stood in front of her and shed her own clothes, "Me of course" and her face met Teresa's face, her lips kissing her and going down over her body. "Oh yes, damn yes, you can help me all you want." "The voices like you." "The what?" the woman said. "The voices like you, they think you are sexy." She smiled, "Good, I like you too and they can visit anytime they like." she said. The night was long but in the morning Teresa woke next to this woman in bed. Her body sore but contented. She got up and went to the mirror and little creatures floated in the air in the mirror. "YOu are all really mean, but this is really hot." "we know, you will enjoy our friendship." Then they disappeared. "What was that Dear?" the woman said. "OH, nothing, except that I need something to eat" and she slipped her face between her legs. "Oh yes,' said the woman. "Oh yes."

This story actually happened to Teresa when she was 13. I don't know about the faries or spirits or whatever they were but this is how she told it to me and she seems to think it is a very very real...Comments?

The Long and the Short of It

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Some time ago, never mind when, I worked in a restaurant in Wisconsin where the tourists stopped on their way to gambling cruises on the Misissippi River. It was a nice restaurant, fine food, good atmospfere and had great wine list.Some fine looking couples came by, dressed to the nines  and ready for their evenings on the steamboats for roulette and blackjack, all wanting to shed their humdrum lives for an evening.I was the head chef, so spent a good part of my time mingling with the clientele and doing general PR work, promoting the restaurant and myself.

One evening in the summer, a particularly stretch of good weather was upon us and the veranda was quite full. I saw some people I recognized visiting from Chicago, a couple who had always been very generous tippers. They

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were fairly odd in their appearance though. he was a stock broker , dressed in an Armani suit, well fitted and tailored to show off his tall stature and broad shoulders, she was in an evening dress, very lowcut showing the kind of cleavage a man dreams about. Unusual? Yes , because she was only 4'8" tall, a very petite woman, but with (for her height) very nice tits.32C's at least. The neckline of her dress plunged nearly to her navel, and the back had a deep scoop to her waist. Her waist was small, and while she was , to say the least, quite short, her proportions were exquisite. I sauntered over to their table with a smile and a warm greeting.

'Bill and Nora, how long has it been? Two months? Three?' Bill extended his hand and shrugged.

'Three months now, G., since we made it up here. But I had to bring Nora back, she loves the food here.Perhaps you could let us have some of your recipes?' We made small talk in this vein for a few moments when Nora announced she was going to take a walk along the grass at the river. Bill waved at her , preoccupied by the menu by this time and was apparently wanting to stay at the table and enjoy the breeze.I volunteered to go along and keep her company.

'Thanks, G.' said Nora as we strolled along the lawn.'bill has been pretty remiss in paying paying attetion to me this weekend and I just wanted a little time away. Maybe if he felt a little competition or some jealousy....'She looked at me and winked.Now Nora was quite a looker, relatively long red hair, greeneyes, a very pale complexion and full luscious lips that glistened in the early evening sunlight. The sun brought out the highlights of her hair, and her dress , sheer and clinging showed off her fine body. I couldn't imagine her needing to try to keep Bill's attention.hell, if she was mine I'd never take my eyes off her.

we slowly made our way along the path ,she looking back to see if Bill was watching, andI, looking very frankly at her tits and face. She noticed my intentness and took my hand as we walked along. The path wound around some flower beds and bushes and at one point we were quite out of sight of the veranda.As we lost sight of the restaurant she turned to me and said 'Kiss me, G.' I looked at her and of course was instantly ready to comply. I was, however, nearly two feet taller than she, standing 6'6". I was willing, however and soon we had made the adjustments necessary, she standing on a a slight rise in the lawn, I bending my head down to her upraised face.My arms were lowered to her back as she melted against me. the taste of her mouth and scent of her perfume drove me to distraction, but not so distracted I failed to notice her small hands feeling my cock through my slacks.she gasped as she realized that my 6'6" was proportionately represented bt nearly 81/2" of rock hard cock. Her hands barely fit around it as she opened my zipper and took it out. My hands went to her tits, feeling her nipples through the material of her dress. I slid my inside to feel her right breast, the moved across her chest to the left. The heft of those boobs, thogh small on another woman were huge on her. Then I found the ral advantage of our height difference. She stepped down to the path, and by just bending her head forward, took my cock in her mouth. I drove my dick into her mouth as she sucked on the head and worked her tiny hands up and down the shaft. in a very short time I pumped a load of cum into her mouth , which she sucked and tried to swallow, but the volume was more than she could handle. Cum oozed out around my cock as spurt after spurt drilled into mouth and throat. It dripped off her chin and glistened on her tits and dress. As I slowly softened in her mouth, she withdrew and looked down. seeing her new pearl necklace she rubbed it all over her now exposed breasts.

the sight of her slathering my cum on her tits, in front of the restaurant where I worked was  enough to renew my cock to its full potential.

'I don't know how, but I'm going to fuck you before we go back'. I was thinking out loud.

'I know how' was all she said. She hiked her dress up to her waist, revealing the fact she had nothing on underneath. 'Hold me a moment.' She directed me to hold her around her waist and lift her so she could wrap her arms about my neck. Then I saw the light. With her legs around my waist and my hands under her tight  ass I could lower her naked smooth cunt directly onto the head of my cock.As I did so, she let out a maon and said 'Farther down'. I lowered her another few inches until she was absolutely impale don my cock.I barely supported her as her 80 pound body was spitted on my dick. I could feel the tip of my dick pressed against her cervix, and I could also feel her pulsing climax as she wrung every drop of cum from me as we came together.. My cum ran down around the bottom of her thighs and ripped in the grass.

'Bill is crazy. He should be hitting this pussy of yours so often it should wear down his cock.. You're so small it makes you feel even tighter and since I'm pretty big we are a most unusual fit together.' She just nodded and offered me her mouth for another deep soul searching kiss.

' The smell of your dik and the sight of your cum on my tits will get his attention, I'm sure'. She said.

'I'm sure it will. and if that doesn't do it, the folks on your cruise boat will probavly let him know.' I nodded toward the river, where the cruise liner was drifting only perhaps 50 yards away, the rail lined with gamblers and revelers, smiling and now applauding in appreciation of our tryst.The whistle blew and Nora just looked at me. 'You knew?' 'I forgot in the moment, but it doesn't surprise me. It's just a short trip.'   

I am Queen Bea

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My name is Beatrice Benavidez and this is my story.


Last summer I was visiting my twin brother Anselmo, I hadn't seen him in years and he was still the awkward geeky boy who I grew up with. All that had changed since the

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n were his multiple awards in bee-keeping. We hugged and exchanged greetings, and he showed me a room where I would be staying. The heat was sweltering and I stripped off my poncho to reveal my white spaghetti strap top that could barely contain my huge DD cup breasts. My mother had always said I was well endowed. By the time dinner came I headed downstairs, my tits bouncing at every step. My brother met me at the bottom of the steps and stared, he was only wearing his boxers and socks I could see his penis start to pulsate at the sight of my hard erect nipples (it was getting cold by then). He walked away awkwardly mumbling that dinner would be ready soon.


At the dinner table I was asking him about whether he ever has the chance to see anyone all the way out in the middle of the countryside. He said that he didn't mind because the bees always kept him busy. He then went on to elaborate "Did you know that when bees are cold they huddle together and produce a vibration so strong that it creates heat". This reminded me of my favourite secret in my dresser drawer that kept ME busy all those lonely nights. I was tired from my long drive and headed to bed after dinner.


I lay in bed trying to fall asleep but my brother's comment about the bee's vibrations had sparked the inner desire within me. I had just broke up with my long term boyfriend and hadn't been with a man for months. By then my nipples were hardening and my warm pussy started to moisten. My clitoris was erect and pulsating like a bee's twitching antennae. I slid my hands down my crotchless panties and my warm aching pussy shivered at the touch of my cool fingertips. I purred but tried to contain myself, my brother was in the room next door. The window was open and I could hear the loud buzzing, the bees must have been cold.


A thought came into my head...


I could provide them with a warm moist cove. I knew that the bees would follow the Queen so all I had to do was attract the Queen Bee into their new hive. I found a honey facial mask that I thought would attract them, and lathered it all over my wet inner lips and sauntered towards my brother's study, my pussy juices already flowing down my leg. I knew that my brother kept a virgin Queen Bee in his study for research. I went over to the case and opened it, I had the small vibrating creature in my fingertips and slowly and carefully I coaxed it into my vagina. I opened the window and soon her buzzing attracted her suitors - the workers - into her new warm resting place. I gasped with pleasure as I felt the feet of about 20 bees crawling up into my vagina. Their buzzing and the vibrations was creating a warmth and pleasure I had never felt, and I orgasmed as I was rubbing more honey over my clit and my tits. It felt so good. I could feel some of them exploring my body, their wings fluttering against my sensitive ass hole. My body writhed as I came again, I couldn't help it, they were all over my clit buzzing and vibrating and getting tangled in my wild bush. I had found a replacement for my old favourite toy. Suddenly the door opened and my brother walked in to see me naked on the floor with the bees all over my glistening body. He must have heard me moaning, I couldn't control myself. All of a sudden the bees started to get angry at the sight of this intruder.


I suddenly felt pain as their stingers dug deep into the walls of my sensitive pussy causing me so much pain yet so much pleasure. I yelped in delight as tears streamed down my face. My brother quickly rushed and grabbed a can of spray that would put his bees to sleep. I was relieved as I slowly pulled the bees out from my now swollen lovemuffin one by one, my brother helped as well. He grabbed a cream that would relieve the stinging and started to rub all over my thighs, I felt him stop as he approached my cunt. By then I was in so much pain that it heightened the sensitivity of my pleasure zones, I grabbed his hands covered in cream and rubbed them all over my swollen slit. I started moaning and I could feel his hands quivering at the touch of my pussy juices. I could see his member growing hard and the stain of wet pre-cum on his boxers and he looked away shyly. I used my other hand to slowly stroke his throbbing smooth cock. I pulled down his boxers and was shocked as his 12-inch penis flung out like a Jack in the Box. I groaned "Mother didn't tell me you were well endowed too". He gained confidence and began to rub my hole with his cream covered fingers, my eyes rolled back and my hips jutted forward in delight. I orgasmed again. I could see Anselmo smiling at his achievement and he said "I know a better way of soothing your pain". He started to lubricate the whole length of his thick meat pole, my eyes widened at the thought of all of him filing me. He entered me slowly and I gasped, it felt so wrong yet right. The cream on his long shaft helped to quell the pain of the stinging as he slid in and out of my flower. I saw him wince in pain as the stingers began to hurt him as well, but it also made his penis swell even more. I could feel him growing with every pulse, pushing against the tight barbed walls of my womanhood. My pussy lips stretched to envelop his now engorged manhood. He let out a low moan and he started to pound the hole between my buns with his foot long sausage. His big warm hands started to caress my tingling nipples, squeezing them and rubbing them between his cold, creamy fingers. His pace started to quicken and I could feel his muscular back tense as he gave one final thrust, planting his seeds into my fertile flower-bed which was dripping like warm honey because I had cum more than 15 times in that night.


He relaxed and fell next to me, panting "You will always be my Queen Bea".


Surprise !

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My wife had been out of town (again), this time in New York for the past week. We had spoken on the phone, exchanged emails, generally stayeed in touch...'miss you, love you' that sort of thing over the week and then I went to pick her up at the airport yesterday.

When we were on the way home she said she wanted to stop at the liquor store where we picked up a bottle of mead(honey wine) and some brandy. We chatted and got caught up, talked about the mail, etc.

We got home about 10 :00 at night and she went up for a shower telling me to pour us some mead and a brandy. I heard the shower running for a few minutes and opened the mead, Bunratty, and the brandy and poured a stiff glass of both for each of us. She was taki

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ng a while so I finished my mead and poured another glass.Not having had dinner it hit me pretty quick and soon I was feeling a glow. Jean came down stairs wrapped in a big fluffy robe, and got her wine and brandy. SHe downed the mead , also quicly.(it;s outrageously good) and then had a drink of brandy while I went and got her another mead. She demurred telling me to go ahead and have it, not knowing I had already had one. One thing lead to another and with the lights low and the music on and the wine fuzzies on both of us  she took her brandy and went upstairs, telling me to givfe her a few minutes then come up and join her.

 about 10 minuted later I went up with the bottle in hand and walked into the bedroom. This was not the same Jean I was expecting. She had on thigh high stockings, held up by a lace garter, a leather corset,stiletto heels about 5" high,crimsom lipstick. She had shaved her pussy while showering and most noticeably,,,was sporting a huge strap on cock.

Iwas ...surpsised I guess would be a good word. She came over to me, now much taller than I, gave me one very deep kiss then pushed me back towards the bed, telling me to 'drink your fucking brandy and then have another, then get on your knees'.

I went along with it, even though this was out of my ken and not at all what I expected, but what the hell. The brandy burned all the way down and so did the second one , but I was now 'way m,ore than half drunk. I started to say something but Jean cut me off.'Do you like what you see?' She stood in front of me hands on her hips, tall. over 6', lips a straight line, full and pouty , tits over the top of her corset nipples huge and erect and that huge cock sticking out at me. it was about 7" long, thick and very realistic looking. All I could do was nod. My cock was hard as steel at this point. not quite as big as the strapon but big enough. My hand moved toward my cock.

'Suck it. Suck my fucking cock. Now . And get your pathetic hand away from that sad little toy. You will do as you're told'

Without any further protest from me I went to work on the head of her cock, not knowing quite where thsi was going , but my start wasn't enough for her . She grabbed the back of my head and rammed it down on her cock. 'Now you know how that feels.'I thought back to the times I had done that very thing to her. Surprise was long in the past. I was drunk  and now I was sucking a huge cock. On my wife.Who was being amazingly dominant and sexy as hell. All Iwanted to do was fuck her. I stopped for a moment and said so. This got me a big shove backwards where I fell on my ass.(drunk and not very stable is my guess). She towered over me and put on stietto=heeled foot square in the middle of my chest.'Shut your mouth. You will do as you're told and nothing else. You will stroke my legs, and lick my shoe. then you will suck my cock again until I tell you to stop.'

God did I ! As i stroked her leg, felling the material of the stockings and then licked her shoe I got back in position and again wrapped my lips around her cock. She started pumping it ion and out of my mouth. I slavered over it  untill my mouth was tired and then she said, 'Stop. Lay over the foot of the bed.' 

As I did so I heard her open the drawer of her nightstand. She took out thesmall vial of lube she kept there. Now there was no doubt where thsi was going. She spread my ass, squeezed a small(small0 amount of lube on my asshole and then with no further preparation rammed that huge dick in my ass.She started slowly pumping it in and out quickly building up speed. My dick ,deflated at the shock of the initial thrust soon was back, pressing hard against the bed. She was slamming me, long thrust aafter long thrust. I sneaked a look at her . Her face was one of pure pleasure. eyes closed smiling and pounding my ass all the while.

thsi went on for a whilee. then she pulled out and made me suck her dick again, straight from my ass to my eager mouth. i was now really into this. Being drunk was a great help. She told me, 'Stop and now to eat my cunt' Imoved toward her cunt slowly removing the strapon, only to see it was actually a double dong with about 6" of cock in her cunt, too..Soon we were eating each other and then ensued an incredible fuck session, with me returning her favors of a cock in her ass, lots of sucking , long pounding strokes in her cunt and her ass, ending with a massic=ve load of cum in her ass. She resisted a bit when I pulled out and jammed my dick in her mouth, but after relenting and sucking me clean I sucked my cum from her ass and we shared the pleasure of it before we both collapsed in bed.

This morning she said 'Well. That went well. don't you think?' She smiled at me, gave my dick a little squeeze and we went on with our day.

I can't wait 'til tonight....

The OPP 2

Corum48 on Bizarre Stories

Chapter 2

 

"Powder Puff?" said Sarah, what on Earth is that?"

"Not on Earth, sweetheart," smiled Janet, her hand gently caressing Sarah's cheek as she walked past her.

Sarah blushed, mainly because she felt a sudden lump in her stomach and her nipples tingled, and she wondered what it would be like to kiss Janet, or any woman for that matter.

She felt Clara come up behind her, felt her casually rub a hand over her ass before putting her arm around her shoulder. She caressed Sarah’s cheek with the back of her hand. "You can come in with us if you like." she breathed in Sarah's ear, her hand dropping to Sarah’s breast and briefly stroking it.

"I.......er......" Sarah

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swallowed noisily, "I... will just watch for the moment thanks."

Clara giggled, "Of course dear." She went and linked arms with Janet and the two women crossed the hall to where Siree waited by another door.

"We must wait for the air to be pumped into the airlock" said the blue giantess.

"Airlock?" asked Sarah.

"Yes," said Siree, "the K'lumballash exudes a scent that attracts it's surrogates. If we just opened the door we would all be inside in an instant."

"K'lumballash?"

Siree pressed a button that opened the blind, Sarah looked in. The room had just a green lush lawn of grass, at least she assumed it was grass, a few small bushes or trees on one side and in the middle of the room was a large pink furry ball. She could see why the girl's nick named it the powder puff. It was about 3-4 feet in diameter and the long lush looking fur waved about as though there might be a breeze blowing through the room.

"What does the scent smell like?" asked Sarah.

Siree looked at her for a moment then said, "I would not normally do this but as it is a special occasion for you mistress Sarah I will allow you to sample it." Siree pressed a button on a box that stood at the side of the door and removed some kind of breathing apparatus from a slot in the top.

It looked like a plastic bag and fitted over her head, as she pulled it down onto her shoulders there was a hiss and the bag sealed around her neck. She pressed another button and stood aside for the women to enter. Clara and Janet shrugged out of their robes and entered the airlock naked. Sarah followed and Siree stepped in behind her, closing the door.

After a few seconds the inner door opened, Sarah could smell flowers and some, other sweet smell she couldn’t identify. She felt like going for a walk, the pink thing over there would be nice to sit on, yes that is such a beautiful thing, ‘I must go and have a closer look’ she thought, but found that she was held fast. “No,” she said starting to struggle, “let me go, I have to go to that beautiful thing.” She saw the two naked women walking over the lush cool grass towards to lovely pink ball, she was struggling hard now to follow, she started to cry, “Oh, please let me go, I have to go there. I have to, LET ME GO!!!!”

The inner airlock door closed and she was suddenly free. She hurled herself at the door banging on it with her fists. “OPEN UP YOU BASTARDS! OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!!” She was sobbing and banging on the door, she had to get through, she must get through. But.... then again it isn’t important, she stopped banging on the door, suddenly unsure why she needed to go through to the other side. “Why…what….oh,” she was herself once more and looked up at Siree, and blushed. “I’m sorry about that, I don’t know what..”

Siree smiled at her, “Now you have felt the attraction of the K'lumballash, come lets see what your friends are doing.” She opened the outer door and stepped aside to allow Sarah to exit. As she did so Sarah saw Emma pressed up against the window watching the others. She stood by her friend and watched. Janet and Clara were rubbing themselves all over the pink ball, they sat astride it and rubbed their cunts into the fur. They suddenly stood up and each placed one foot on the ‘Powder Puff’ and the other on the ground, they pulled open their pussy lips.

“OH MY GOD!” gasped Sarah, “they’re peeing on it.”

The two women were indeed pissing on the pink ball, it seemed to give a shudder and shook itself like a dog. Clara lay across it on her back, her mouth opened and Janet was pissing into her open mouth.

Sarah was repelled and yet fascinated by the spectacle, she flushed, unable to take her eyes from the scene, the women had traded places and Janet was now receiving the golden shower from her aunt. The Powder puff was still shuddering, and shaking. The women got up and straddled the ball as best they could, they started kissing each other, Clara bent over to lick and suck on Janet's piss soaked tits.

Siree stooped over to talk quietly to Sarah, “the K'lumballash stimulates the prospective host to produce the ‘piss’ as you humans call it. It then analyses the chemical content and is now developing already fertilized eggs, which will be able to survive inside the host, it will then implant these into the hosts. Ah, excuse me Mistress.”

Sarah tore her eyes away from the erotic scene in front of her. Another woman had come into the room and was talking to Siree, she looked over at Sarah and Emma, and smiled, she then turned back to look up at Siree and said something, shaking her head at the same time, she then slipped off her robe and walked to the airlock. As she stood waiting for the door to open she looked over at Sarah again and smiled. Sarah smiled back blushing slightly as she admired the woman’s naked body. Her breasts were quite large and sagged slightly, she had a slim flat stomach a trim waist and lovely long legs topped by a thick dark triangle of pubic hair, Sarah found her very attractive and was wondering what it would be like to kiss her. The woman gave another smile and a little wave to Sarah and stepped into the airlock, the door closed behind her. Siree walked back to the window.

“I asked the other guest if she would mind if you watched, she said it was alright for you to do so.”

Sarah smiled at Siree and then returned to looking through the window. She wondered why she found these naked women suddenly so attractive, she had never given it much thought before, and certainly not wanted to touch and kiss any woman’s body before. She shook her head as if to clear her thoughts, and once more looked through the window. The new woman had reached the Powder puff and had her arms around the shoulders of Janet and Clara, and was kissing each alternately. Janet was squeezing and rubbing the breasts of the new comer while Clara had her hand between the woman's legs. She stopped kissing them and they helped her to stand on top of the creature in-between the two of them. Clara was still rubbing her cunt when the woman started to piss, the stream hit Clara in the chest, Janet who was behind the woman was kissing her ass and reached through her legs to run her fingers through the hot shower. Clara dipped her head to take her piss into her mouth, letting some of it dribble onto her tits and swallowing the rest. The woman put her hands on Clara's shoulders and bent forward so that Janet could also lean forward and get a drink of her nectar. The stream slowed down to a dribble and the women got off of the pink ball that had stopped shaking now, they stood looking at the creature caressing each other, and occasionally kissing. Sarah stole a glance at Emma. She had one hand in her gown squeezing and pinching her tits the other was working between her legs, her breathing was shallow and ragged as she watched. Sarah allowed her hand to steal into her gown, she pulled at her own nipple, thrilling as it grew beneath her touch.

“Look.” Breathed Emma.

Sarah watched and gasped as she saw, what appeared to be, white balls start to appear all over the pink fur. There were many sizes all dotted about the creature, they kept emerging, they reminded Sarah of the worms but these were rigid, hard shiny poles with a blunt rounded end. The women arranged themselves around the ball, on their hands and knees and backed up until they came into contact with one of the ‘cocks’. The new woman was looking straight at Sarah, Janet was around to her left, Sarah could see the blunt end of a cock starting to push into her cunt. She could just see the back of Clara's head on the far side of the ball, the woman looked straight into Sarah’s eyes and smiled. Sarah smiled back and then had a sudden urge to display herself to the woman, she pulled open her gown allowing the woman to see her tits, she cupped her hands beneath them and started to squeeze and play with them. The woman's smile got wider and she blew Sarah a kiss. Then her eyes closed and she threw back her head, her mouth opening as the creature began to move. Siree reached out and pushed a button by the window.

“…..UUUCCKKK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.” Suddenly blared out of a speaker set in the wall above the window. The creature undulated, so as one hard cock slipped fully into one cunt another was being pulled from the second cunt and the other cock was slipping into the third. All the unoccupied cocks slid back into the fur. Soon all three women were moaning and groaning, Sarah could see the cock clearly sliding in and out of Janet's cunt, Janet was pushing back to meet the thrust of the stiff cock as the creature pushed it into her.

Siree pressed another button and a screen above the window flashed into life, it showed a view looking down on the scene in the room, the creatures movements could easily be seen as could the thick white cocks sliding in and out of the un-resisting women. Sarah could see that the cocks were not all one size, the woman had chosen a thick almost short cock, Janet's was thinner but much longer, Sarah marvelled that she could take the thing so deep into her cunt it must have been almost a foot long. Clara had chosen the biggest, it looked about 10 inches long but was thicker than Sarah's wrist she could see the lips of the older woman's cunt being pulled out as the cock withdrew, almost as if it didn’t want to let go.

Sarah felt warm breath on her neck and looked down as Emma’s hands reached around and started to play with her tits. It was a new sensation to Sarah, Emma's hands were so soft compared to her fiancés, she felt her friends fingers gently tugging at her nipples.

“Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh,” she breathed, “we….we shouldn’t be doing this AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.” She cried out as Emma pinched her nipple’s but made no move to stop her friend.

“MMMMMMM,” Emma’s lips caressed Sarah's neck, “don’t you like it?” she breathed in the blondes ear.

“Oh yes I do, b…..b….but I’m getting married tomorrow, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” Emma’s teeth gently nibbled her neck.

“All the more reason to enjoy yourself tonight.” Chuckled Emma moving around in front of Sarah, she kissed her on the mouth before lowering her head to take one of Sarah's hard nipples into her mouth.

“OOOOOOOOOHHH FUCK I’M CUMMING.” Screamed Clara. Emma stopped sucking on Sarah's tits so that she could watch what was happening. Sarah was breathing quickly and was sorry Emma had stopped, she looked through the window and could see Clara her head shaking from side to side as she came.

The new woman had her eyes fixed on Sarah and Emma, she supported herself on one hand and squeezed her large dangling tits with the other, she pinched a nipple between finger and thumb and pulled it hard, making her tit stretch out before letting it go with a loud gasp. She smiled at Sarah and licked her lips, “You two beautiful girls should be in here” called the woman, “I would love you to be sucking on my tits right now.”

Sarah looked at Siree, “Can she hear us?” Siree pushed another button, then nodded.

“I….I… would like that.” Sarah said hesitantly, blushing to the roots of her hair. “How doe’s it feel in,” Sarah blushed even more, “in your cunt?”

“Won…wonderful.” Gasped the woman. “It is stretching my cunt so …..aahhhhh….so tight, ….OOOOOHHHH FUCCCKKKKKKK it’s shooting off inside me!”

“Ohhh.” Gasped Sarah, “what’s it like?”

“Ahh, it’s like, ahh, like being, ahh shot with a pea shooter, ahh!”, she gasped then cried out, “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!! OH FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK………… CUMMMMMMMMIIINNNNNNNNNNGG!!!!!!!!!”

Sarah and watched as the woman’s body jerked and shuddered as she came, Sarah licked her lips, watching the large tits jiggle and sway, before the woman finally collapsed and slid off the hard white ‘cock’ as she slumped on the ground her breath coming in ragged gasps the cock continued to twitch for a couple of moments shooting out 5 or 6 eggs (they were about the size of large peas) that landed on the woman's back. Cries and screams from the other women heralded their orgasms, and Sarah watched them also fall forward off the cocks. Sarah looked at Janet's spread legs and could see into her still open cunt and the cluster of eggs inside.

“How many eggs are in them?” she asked Siree.

“Sometimes as many as 200.” Replied the giantess. Sarah didn’t notice how Siree was staring at her bared breasts, she was watching as the women slowly and a little unsteadily got to their feet and gathered together, arms around each other smiling and kissing.

 

As she watched the girls with envy Sarah noticed a movement out of the corner of her eye, she turned to look at the bushes and suddenly out of the bushes ran a group of small blue creatures. The were about the size of a cat and looked to be a cross between an ape and a giraffe, their ‘arms’ were longer than their legs and the way the moved reminded Sarah of how chimpanzees moved across the ground. Their necks were as long, if not longer than their bodies, and tapered gently to a blunt head. They had almost no nose and very small ears, Sarah glanced sideways at Siree. Siree noticed the glance and smiled.

“Yes Mistress Sarah, we share a common ancestry with the Putak, rather like you and your worlds primates.”

“Oh,” said Sarah, “what are they doing?”

“Harvesting eggs.” Tinkled Siree. “They are the only predators of the K'lumballash, they have no sense of smell.”

As they watched the first of the Putak reached the women and scrambled up Janet’s leg, as it reached the top of her thigh it wrapped its arms and legs securely around her thigh and then rammed its head deep into Janet's cunt. Janet gave a start and then closed her eyes as the creatures head probed around her insides. Other Putak had now reached the women and were scrambling up the legs of the other two women. There were about six creatures fighting each other to climb the women’s legs and the three women were holding onto each other for support. As they watched one finally got to the top of Clara's thigh and rammed its head into her cunt, the third cunt was soon similarly occupied, the rest of the Putak dropped away and were running around looking for eggs that were lying in the grass. Sarah watched as the women were again being fucked by strange creatures, the head were clearly moving around inside them, occasionally a lump would bulge and move across their stomachs, Janet and Clara were also sucking on the other woman's tits causing her to moan loudly.

 

Sarah was wishing she had gone in there with them as Siree closed the blinds, “They will be in there for about an hour now.”

“An hour?” gasped Sarah, “you mean those things will be inside their…erm.......cunts for an hour?”

“Yes,” answered Siree, “it normally takes that long for the Putak to completely clear them of eggs.” Siree looked down at the two remaining friends, “And who shall be next Mistresses?”

Emma looked at Sarah, “would you mind if I….?”

“No not at all.”

Emma turned to Siree, “The Shriivaak.” She turned to Sarah, “whatever you see don’t worry, I will be having a glorious time, honestly.” She followed Siree to another door and slipped off her robe, she walked through the door and it slid shut behind her.

 

Kelly's Sacrifice

Thexxxee on Bizarre Stories



KELLY’S SACRIFICE

Kelly was one of six white women whose pussy would be sacrificed, on stage, in front of a large wild audience. It was to be done at a once a year event, one that had become very famous in the sexual underground. It was all done to demonstrate the huge penises of six very special black men. For over ten years, the same six men had shown what could be done if a penis was long enough, thick enough and hard enough. And as those ten years of great performances progressed, each year’s event became more of a true pussy sacrifice. Young white women were always used for the stage show. That allowed an excellent contrast in colors, as well as providing the ultimate enactment of an urban legend. In this case, and considering each

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super endowed man, it actually proved that reality can, on a rare occasion, be more extreme than even the most intense urban legend.

The organizers of the event worked diligently to insure that the white women were very young, and eventually very surprised. They mostly recruited at liberal universities. The education, along with a touch of nymphomania, were two pluses that could be found at such a place. Each woman needed to be very pretty, and display great shape and attitude. An extra kink for the organizers and the audience was provided by a requirement that the young lady do have a special boyfriend, fiancee or husband. The inside knowledge was that the woman’s pussy would be forever changed...enlarged...made huge. And it was an extreme turn on for the organizers, the audience and, of course, the black men, to know that each of the six pussies would be unusable by even large penises, let alone the average to small white penises. That was one important part of the sacrifice. In Kelly’s case, she had even been a nude dancer and played around a lot within the last few years; but she recently married a swinging professor. He liked the idea of her still playing around. The recruiters were actually very sly in discussing the event to someone like Kelly. They knew exactly what to reveal, in order to get each woman’s participation. To almost, but not quite, frighten away. They did tell the women that each would be fucked, on stage, by one of the largest cocks in the world. They made that clear. They also made it clear that it would be done in front of a audience of about 75; and, that the audience would be made up mostly of black couples, with just a few whites observing. They were honest in saying that the audience would be there to see the huge penises demonstrated on the white women, that they would be cheering for the men, that they would want each woman to be fucked long and hard. And they told partial truth, when they said that each woman would probably be stretched to her limits. It was even acknowledged, with a slightly apologetic tone, that “small” tears might occur. Almost all of that actually sounded great to a young woman with any masochistic nymphomaniac lust for the ultimate cock.

But everyone else involved would know the truth. Everyone, except the white women, had seen the black men in action before. They knew each pussy would really be sacrificed, that each would be fucked by a cock so big that she would tear from her pussy to her ass. That, in fact, was the minimum that the audience expected...a good start! So, Kelly just did not know how fucked up she was going to be!

On the special night, the women were brought in to the back stage of a small performance hall, ironically, one that was usually used for classic music recitals. In a dressing room, or, in this case, an undressing room, the women met. All were excited in some way. A lot of “well, this is it” type statements. All were instructed to strip down, and then each was given only a small shiny metallic thong to wear. While Kelly was slipping hers on and clicking the side snaps, the petite blond next to her looked over and said, “Have you (gulp) ever done this before?” Kelly shook her head no and gave a sheepish smile. The little blond went on to say that she had thought about little else over the last few months, and that she believed the whole idea sounded like a fantasy come true. And it was someone’s fantasy coming true. To get it all done right, Kelly and the other five white women were coked, toked and then led out onto the front of the stage.

Some applause and whistles greeted the six. That dedicated audience was concentrated up front and center, with a large section of black wives in the actual center of the front row. Those appeared to be VIP seats, or maybe they were just grabbed first by a dedicated group of black women. The master of ceremonies wasted little time, and stated the women were “here for the show”, that they, uh, sort of knew what was going to happen and that each had originally volunteered. He turned to them and asked them once again if they did volunteer. They all nodded their heads, and the audience clapped and whistled and yelled in appreciation. The MC then pointed to the six golden cushion type of raised stations that were set in a diagonal pattern across the stage. He instructed that each girl go stand in front of one. Kelly ended up at station number four. All the stations were set so each woman could see the lower number stations in front of her. After the women were in place, the MC announced that the little thong was the last symbol of the agreement. When each woman removed her thong, that meant that she knew what would happen on stage, agreed to have her body used, and wanted to proceed. (Of course, they really did not know what was going to happen !). “OK, girls, show us.” Without any hesitation, all six reached down, unsnapped the thongs, let them drop to a single strip and then tossed them aside in a rather cavalier manner. All were either smiling real big or giving a sheepish grin. The audience gave a steady applause. The MC finally interrupted the applause by announcing the main stars. He had the black men come out to the front of the stage one by one. Though none of the men needed it, all tonight were assisted by Viagra, since the organizers wanted them to stay as big and as hard as they could while they worked on the girls. So, as each stepped out you could hear the girls gasp, including Kelly. Each man’s cock looked like it belonged to a pony or little horse. And every one of them was sticking straight out with a tremendously hard erection. The audience screamed and applauded their heros, time after time. The girls were astonished. Eyes wide and their mouths open, they stared at each passing giant cock. They seemed to all quiver with excitement, as well as concern as to what they might have agreed to. Yet, like the proverbial moths drawn to the flame, they stayed at their assigned positions.

The girl at fuck station number one was the little blond that Kelly met and talked to back stage. She was quite giddy as her black man approached her. He just indicated that she should lay back and let him go to work. With a sort of terrified smile, she acknowledged and laid upon her back. His cock was streamlined, with a pointed head and a smooth shaft. It was no exaggeration, in his case, to say that he was really over a foot in length. And that shaft was over 2.5" in diameter. The audience cheered him as he lubricated the tool and went to work on the little blond. As she lay in that mission position, he shoved it in her in a steady forceful manner. She squealed and rolled her eyes. Kelly watched intensely and could see the cock’s shape making its way up through the girl. Soon it was well past the belly button, into the area of the blond’s diaphragm. Kelly thought, “wow”. The man began to stroke the girl. She was screaming, with her legs shaking. Then Kelly saw him get excited and impale the girl on his cock, poking up from her belly, stretching her belly out and up as he raised her whole body off of the station by only his cock. He stood there with her stuck on it and hovering in air. The head of the penis was clearly seen and detailed as it pushed several inches out from inside her belly. And there she stayed for a few seconds, as if hung on a coat rack. As this was going on, the men at stations number two and three began to fuck their white girls with similar drama and obscenity. Kelly stood there with her large breasted, thin waisted, and nice round assed body, as her black man tapped her on the shoulder. She turned to see him equipped with 13.5" of length, 3" of shaft diameter and a head that spread out to about 3.5" wide. One of those times where you know something can’t be real, but then you find it is. With a sly grin, he merely asked “ready?”, as he motioned to the cushion on the station. She nodded her head, her eyes wide and her mouth with a slight smile. He had her go straight to the doggy position, as he wanted to see if he could catch up with the first three.

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As she was getting on the cushion with her hands and knees, she saw the first three girls being fucked ferociously in the doggy style. Their butts and legs jiggled with every impact. And they all were being occasionally raised up into the air by the force of the strokes. The screaming, panting and gasping for breath was ear shattering. She could hear the audience join in and begin to clap, just as she felt the black man enter her. It only took a few seconds for her to realize what this size of penis could do. And soon she felt her vagina was like a used plastic bag, all stretched in just as many directions as his penis poked. She could feel that huge head beating her pussy deeper and deeper. She could not imagine a fist hitting any harder ! Gasping for her own breath, this great looking girl’s tits were swinging fast under her chest and when hit from behind, her ass moved like jello. The audience was yelling on all the men, as Kelly first started to feel the over-stretching and tearing at her edges.

Now she was stuck on a pole, a big one... Her head bobbed all over the place. That and the shaking the fucking was doing made it hard to get focused. Still she got a glimpse down the three stations in front of her. Her own fuck and what she saw produced the biggest scream and gasp out her yet. She saw that the first three girls were torn from their pussies to their asses, with the men continuing to hit hard and lift with their cocks, for even more pussy splitting. She could not keep her mind on what she saw because her own pussy was gradually and steadily tearing apart. He was just so big and so hard.

For him this was great fun. He loved being able to do this to some white girl. He looked down to see her pussy stretched around his cock like an over tight rubber band. And like such an over tight rubber band, her edges were ragged and torn already. He just did not have a nice lengthwise rip, yet. But, he knew it was only a matter of time. He began to try to finish her off. He would stick it in as deep as he could, lodge it there, then pry up with his width and a real good angle. She was ripping in stages as she got another look down the row. Now the first three men had turned their girls around to show their rears to the audience. It seemed to be so the audience could see how well the girls were done. Kelly’s own fuck began to look like science fiction. With his own massive size and the effect of the Viagra, he now appeared to be as big as the big end of a baseball bat. Watching that being ground in and out of Kelly was quite a scene. He was grinning and licking his lips as he ground away.

In spite of the fucking, bucking, pussy punching and a very shaky stage, Kelly got one more glance at the first three girls.

The guys weren’t just showing the damage that their giant penises had done. As each had his girl’s ass aimed at the crowd, he would reach down and grab her ass and spread it powerfully. That would rip the girl more. Each squirmed and moaned, but was held in place by the strong man. The audience roared. That is what they came to see. The men did not seem to need much encouragement. They gleefully tore each of their girls again, deeper. Only moans came from the exhausted and destroyed girls.

But Kelly could not keep her mind on what she had just seen, since her own black man seemed to actually be getting bigger, prying her open more, causing more smacking, pops and loud snaps of her pussy. He looked down again at his connection with Kelly. He had her now stretched so much and poked so much that her pussy tissue looked thin and very delicate. That was a signal to him. He lunged forward and up with all his might, lifting her by her pussy each and every time.

Finally, with one big rip, Kelly split all the way from her pussy to her ass. All of her pussy grip was gone as he gave some final deep thrusts into her central hole. As he slowly pulled out the massive tool, it seemed to take forever.

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It was like a dipstick coming out; in this case, it indicated the condition of Kelly’s pussy. It was covered in cum and deep red streaks. The large head finally popped out of Kelly and some blood and cum ran down the insides of her legs. The audience gave an approving clap, but it was short and muted when they became distracted by what happened at stations five and six. Both of those girls ripped through at exactly the same moment; the audience thought that was very special timing. But Kelly got their attention back, along with deafening applause, when her man turned her ass toward them and used a powerful pull apart of her ass to quickly make the rip deeper. Kelly went out, then.

But later, using a new addition to the event, the audience was allowed to vote on which white woman that they would like to have brought back out and receive extra attention. They chose Kelly. She had been back stage trying to get her senses back when they coked her and toked her again. Two of the black men were sent to bring her back out. She could barely walk and was quite dazed as they brought her to a station that had been purposefully moved close to the audience. They set her rear toward the audience again and cleaned away a little of the first damage, so the new work could be seen clearly.

 

This time, with two men to work it, each grabbed a butt cheek and then began an all out tug of war. The audience yelled them on. And they tore the line between her pussy and ass even deeper. Kelly had just enough energy to squeal once more. And still they decided to lift her rear into the air and, with all of her weight held by her butt cheeks, tug once again. NOW, Kelly became the most torn of any girl in the ten year history of the event. The two men thought that was it, a great demo, and that the nice piece of ass could be sent for some much needed suturing !

But they were surprised to find that they were not through with their duties. The black ladies in the front row decided as a group that it was really fun to see this white girl done in. Before the vote that chose Kelly, the entire audience was told that she recently married the professor. That only made the black women want to do some extra nasty sadism. They looked at her lying there on the station, and then had a little discussion amongst themselves. Fragments of the conversation could be heard. Comments like, “Nah”, “No way”, “You really want to?”, “Are you sure?”, “I love it!”, “Sure.”, “Why not!?”, “Let’s do it!” could all be heard coming from the group.

That is when a spokeswoman told the men that Kelly needed to be torn more, a lot more. Two or three of them said, “Tear her so that her sex muscles are ruined!” “What!!?”, yelled someone from the back. The front row answered, “Yes, yes, yes.” Their spokes lady then said, “We mean it. We think it would be a great thing to do.” After the idea was tossed around a few more times, even the conservative members of the audience said, “OK.” to the idea. The men on stage looked at each other.

It was the audience’s show. And this was the first time that this type of extended work was ever given. Both the audience and the men were excited. And preparation discussions of how far to go with these white pussies seemed to only be limited by the immediate suturing that would be done. Oh, and it would be well done, by several medical personnel. But it would only be done halfway; that is, the main rip would only be sewn up half the distance of that rip. The remainder would be closed at its edges and turned into large flaps, sort of like monstrous labia. The end result was better than any tattoo for the girl and verified her night on stage for the rest of her life.


In Kelly’s case, she just happened to be the first chosen to ever be brought back on stage for more and special damage. The event always centered around the huge penises prepping and ripping the white girls. It was over the years that displaying the spread and, even later, doing a hand stretched rip, were added. Now, this, a form of command return performance had just been created to add to the finale.


The two black men wanted to please the front row and the rest of the audience. The men weren’t worried about any white pussy, they just needed to figure out how to get the real and very final sacrifice of Kelly’s pussy done to the degree that would satisfy the black ladies’ wishes. They muttered things back and forth between them, like, “it would have to be real good.” “Very special”. And “leave no doubt.” Kelly had gone out again after the second tug of war, before the black ladies made their request. That worked well for the men, as they needed to work on her while she was out anyway.

 

They moved the station to the exact edge of the stage. Then they moved Kelly around so that her abdomen was on the station, with her large round rear hanging off the edge of the station, and aimed at the audience; and her limp legs were hanging down in front of the station and the stage. The station and the stage were high enough that her feet did not touch the floor in front of the black ladies. It was another especially obscene scene, with that loose rear and legs hanging like that only about 8 feet away from that front row.


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The men jumped down to the floor in front of the stage. They were tentative at first, jiggling around her ass cheeks and swinging her relaxed legs back and forth like pendulums. But, the black ladies reminded the men that they had a job to do. Now, the men even got a little turned on by the prospect, and their Viagra enhanced cocks sprung back up again. The black ladies just loved that; the ladies took it as a real sign that the men were enjoying the thoughts of working on Kelly more.

So, now looking out into the audience, the men only saw other black men, black women and even white men and women who all wanted the same thing. Similar to a Roman coliseum audience, this one agreed in the destruction of one thing - in this case, Kelly’s pussy. The men were still thinking about what was specified by the audience as they started to work on Kelly. They asked for a bright spot light to be placed right on Kelly’s rear. That helped everyone see the project. Both men seemed to decide that the best way to start was to go back to the unconscious woman’s nice round butt cheeks. They made excellent handles. And their large hands could grab them easily. They excited the audience, even made them “oooooh”, when each stood on each side of her ass, took a cheek in one hand and the attached leg in the other. They tested the apparatus several times, pulling on a cheek while pulling the leg, at the ankle, out to the side and beyond, then behind the man’s waist. Quite a straight swing out and away, sort of like opening a geometry compass ultra wide! When they got ready to really try it, each man would try to pull a butt cheek and leg his way.

As they prepped, a few in the audience said things like “Oh, Jesus” or “They’re gonna really do it!” No one said stop. So, both men did then pull very hard on a cheek while the hand at the ankle rotated the leg way out and away. Kelly ripped, a lot. They kept their hands in place, but moved back in to look closely as another spot light was added. It was a good tear. It was about 2" deep now. They stepped way back and each again pulled hard on a cheek with one hand, while the other pulled and rotated even more extremely from the ankle. The audience really clapped long and loud, when Kelly’s bottom gave a thunderous pop that echoed throughout the hall. That was the sound of a large amount of ligaments and tough fibers letting go! They kept their hands in place and moved back in for another close look. She was now maybe 4" deep from end to end. They nodded to each other while the front row was yelling “Do it to her. Do it to her!” And they stepped back and pulled out and to the side with all their strength. A series of loud pops was heard. Instead of stopping and looking, they just moved right back into pulling position and did it again. It was an incredible site for the audience, with these two large men literally wish boning Kelly, over and over. The loud pops and snaps each time told the front row that they were getting what they asked for.

The men moved in for a look, and dropped her legs. They dangled at least 4" lower than earlier. And her cheeks always laid apart now. Down through the middle she had a jagged deep tear. That allowed her legs to part and droop down lower than about ten minutes ago. They opened the tear for view. You could see Kelly’s great dancing muscles up into the cheeks and down into the legs. They had kept the whole area tight before all the splitting and tearing. The wish bone maneuver seemed to change a lot of things. For one, there was now a fair amount of bleeding. Not unexpected with the damage occurring to Kelly.

They were holding up and holding apart her rear, when one of the black ladies said “tear’em” The men questioningly pointed at those deep muscles that were attached to the vaginal and rectal walls. “Yes, tear’em” was the response. The men thought they would just take care of all the questions about down there. One stuck a hand deep in her ass. The other man stuck his deep in her gaping pussy. Inside her, they met and grabbed each other’s hand through the walls. Then together they yanked their hands out still clenched as one. That brought out some pieces of muscle, rectum and vagina. It all hung straight down the face of the station and between her legs. The ladies in the front row finally said, “Alright, that was good. Good job."

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