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Big Top

By: notbreckenridge



Note: This one is a bit longer than some, and I wanted to let the story come out a little more before getting to the naughtier bits. It's definitely outside my norm for this site, but sometimes I just let the inspiration go. All people involved are over eighteen. 

*

"Seven dollars for a cup of coffee?" asked Colleen. "Did you really need that?"

"The proletariat worries about needs," said Dave, adjusting his overly-thick hipster glasses. "We worry about searching out experiences."

Colleen wanted to roll her eyes, but knew that it would lead to another argument, and they'd already had quite a few over the last two days. 

"It's actually pretty good," said Daphne from the back seat. "Like I'm a better person for drinking it."

Colleen tried to ignore Daphne. The younger blonde seemed to always find some new way to appear dumber. Fortunately for her most guys just seemed interested in her big tits. It was a shame when stereotypes were proven true. It also made Colleen glad that she had dyed her own hair back to its not quite natural red. 

"It probably means that we're smarter," added Daphne, which made Colleen sigh. 

"Maybe you should have some," said a voice directly behind Colleen. This was Kent, Daphne's current boyfriend, and one of Dave's circle of pretentious friends. "You seem kind of out of it."

"I'm fine."

"You're the one driving us, so I just want to be safe."

"I'm sure. Of course, any one of you guys could've offered to drive. Weird how it's always me."

Colleen refocused on the road. She did appreciate being closer to the heater. The weather changes in California were intense. Comfortable turned to frigid. It was Halloween, and the weather could really be whatever in Cali. There were some great things to do in groups while keeping warm, but she would never say that it was an indoor culture. They continued up the highway with Dave's over-sized phone guiding them. He had it in his mind to see a real circus before the year was out. The fact that it was Halloween just seemed to encourage him more. What could be scarier than clowns?

He had some new article he was writing, and was looking for some old expression of human experience through a pre-digital medium. Colleen found it sad that she knew about the weird shit he was into, but when you share a bed with someone some of their personal stink is left on you. It was annoying, and here she was driving them there.

She remembered a trip to circus when she was a little girl. The stink of the animal shit, and those orange colored peanut-shaped candies. Both were unpleasant. Then there were the clowns. She didn't have the clown-phobia that had become such a cliché in the last several years. Clowns were just clowns. Colleen knew some women who used nearly as much make-up and made even bigger fools of themselves. Still, she found the whole thing unsettling.

Their trip took them up to a remote area off the highway that was technically part of an Indian Reservation. This naturally inspired Dave to go off on a tangent with Daphne and Kent providing a chorus of "yeah"'s and "you're right's. Colleen ignored and drove. As they came off the exit ramp they beheld the gold and red glowing spectacle that was their destination. Despite the remoteness of the area, a good-sized crowd of cars was parked in a large dirt lot and on the road leading to it. Off on the opposite side away from the tent was a cluster of vehicles belonging to the circus. There were large trucks, trailers, and some rather ancient-looking motor homes. 

"These people live on the road," said Dave. "They don't feel the same materialistic obligations as everyone else."

Colleen had reached her limit. She just wanted to get inside, and get it over with. Sometimes she was so certain that this whole thing with Dave would never work. There were other guys out there. One of them was bound to be at least less annoying.

They parked, and made their way to the big top tent. A bored-looking teenager with bad acne sold them their tickets. They were cheap considering the other events and concerts that they normally went to. As they got closer to the big tent they saw a strange looking man with a large orange beard taking tickets to let them in. He looked to be out of a bygone century with a crushed velvet cravat and ivory button shirt. His jacket was bright red and flared out at the collar. 

"Welcome, new friends," he said with a richly deep voice. "Here you will see a new world outside the bounds of over-priced coffee and hybrid cars. You can be reminded of the true necessities of life and how one can live as they were meant to."

"Do you have an I-phone charger?" asked Kent. "My battery is low."

"We have no I-phones here," said the man. "Those are for life in town. We live in the beyond."

"You don't play Candy Crush then?"

The man smiled. "Enter. There is candy, and you never know what may get crushed. Perhaps the tent and the clowns under it."

"That's a little creepy," said Daphne. 

"Let's just go in," said Dave. "I need plenty of notes."

"Is the gentleman looking to learn about the kindred? We are a close-knit folk, sir. You'll find people willing to be nice as long as you are nice to them."

"We gave you money, and you are nice or the word gets around that you're not. These 'kindred' may be a close -knit folk, but if the money on the highway goes dry they won't e making it together very long."

"Very clever retort, good sir. Naturally you are right. Forgive my presumption. I could tell that you were an educated man from the moment these foolish eyes of mine beheld you."

That wasn't sitting well with Dave, who could still get sarcasm despite the fact that he pretended to be the spawn of it. However, Colleen stepped in.

"We're sorry to hold you up, mister. Thank you for the warm welcome, really." She offered her best smile, and in her mind pleaded with the man to please take the hint and just send them on their way.

He offered her a flourishing bow, and even took her hand and kissed it. 

"A pleasure, to have a fine lady like you with such a pretty smile," he said. "Please step right in. The show will begin in mere moments."

Thank you, God, she thought. I will never go anywhere with Dave again, I swear.

With no other issues impeding them, Colleen and her sometime friends made their way inside. 

When all were seated, they waited for a time. The man with the big orange bead came into the center of the ring, and introduced himself as the Ringmaster. He quickly welcomed them, and announced that the show would now begin.

The crowd inside was fairy enthused. A circus was a novel thing for most of them. It progressed as many did with animals and performers. Colleen thought that it was all really interesting to watch. She couldn't do any of those crazy things, and certainly didn't like being near animals. The smell was there, but it didn't live up the negative memory I tried to tie to it.

There were some clowns mixed in with the regular performers. Dave explained that clowns could either be acrobats or acrobats could dress as clowns. The ones that they saw were the more modest clowns. The more intense clown troupe would be coming out later. Colleen noticed that he really seemed excited about it.

Daphne and Kent seemed bored. Dave got plenty of notes, and seemed caught up in his own world of dissecting the entire display. Colleen found it difficult to tell what he was thinking when he was in his "zone". 

Then the more intense clowns came into view.

They were a wild mixture of colors and accessories: big red noses, extra-large neon shoes, costumes that ranged from garish to someplace well-beyond the bounds of normal human imagination. Stripes, polka dots, glitter, sparkles, and a storm of colorful fabric. Their costumes seemed to be in a desperate attempt to compete with the attention that the clowns' own skins would seek. Any visible skin appeared to be completely colored with bold white or black make-up for its base, and then a phantasm of colors to accentuate the eyes and lips. Some had designs trailing across them like bizarre tattoos. The designs of some seemed to be made to connect to others. They would perform odd movements to where it looked as though they were merging to form larger multi-limbed beings. It was such a frenetic performance that it was hard to tell what any of the actually routines could be.

"And we have sent in the clowns," cried the Ring master. "Our wonderful troupe features such fabulous performers and Mr. Bubbles, Slappy the Saint, Nosey, Curly, and Colonel Colors. What shall transpire within the ring tonight? For just a brief moment we may venture into their uncanny valley."

"Those things creep me out," said Daphne.

"Why?"

"Just look at them," she said. Daphne seemed to be on the verge of a convulsion of disgust. "How can we even allow people to look like that now?"

"That sounds bad. I mean would you ever let yourself get caught saying that about an actual culture of people? Or an ethnic group?"

The confetti fluttered down into the central ring and onto the crowd surrounding it. Slivers of light caught on the foil pieces at moments as if a cloud of light had bloomed inside the tent. Colleen was in awe. She looked over at her boyfriend to see if he was as taken as she was. Dave didn't seem emotionally impacted whatsoever. The patronizing and analytical mask was on. She hated it. During their fights that mask crawled onto his face and refused to let her reach him. It was sad that amidst a space filled with people wearing make-up Dave was the one with the false face.

Flowers came next, erupting from small canisters placed to be hidden from view. They rained down like leaves ripped up in a high autumn wind. Colleen caught herself staring with her mouth open. She found herself smiling at the dazzling nature of it. 

She greatly enjoyed the rest of the show, and when it drew to a close she was genuinely sad to see it end. Dave had filled several pages of notes, and Kent and Daphne seemed relieved to be leaving. 

"We're not going yet," said Dave. "I need to talk to some of these people. I need their actual words."

As always they gave into Dave and his demands. They waited as the rest of the audience filtered out of the tent, and only the performers were left to begin the clean-up. Dave walked them over to the Ringmaster who stood off to the side after bidding the audience "goodnight". He was brushing confetti off of his red jacket when they approached.

"Oh, well our young visitors stayed after," he said. "Did you enjoy the show? I think it was one of our best."

"It seemed indicative of a rather traditional clown performance," said Dave.

"Well, that's a ringing endorsement." He looked over to Colleen. "Did you like it, young lady?"

"She doesn't care," said Dave.

"I seem to recall asking her, sir."

Colleen could tell that the man's tone didn't make Dave happy, and other people took notice as well. Several of the clowns had emerged and came over to see the conversation.

"I liked it," said Colleen, hoping that it would defuse the situation. "It was very pretty."

"As are you," said the Ringmaster with the big orange beard shining.

"That's a little inappropriate," said Daphne. "I mean this is supposed to be a family friendly place."

"And it is for we are in fact a family here."

"You're just clowns," said Kent. "Well maybe not you, but clowns are clowns."

"Indeed they are."

"I want to ask your people some questions," said Dave. "Are they aware that the mainstream world has forsaken their art, and that most people view clowns as monsters now?"

A thick silence hung over all of them. 

"That's a little rude," the Ringmaster mused. Colleen noticed that he was looking at the faces of the clowns around them, and seemed to be weighing his next words.

Colleen became all too aware of the fact that they were in the middle of a literal swarm of clowns. She could smell the mustiness and strange artificial atmosphere from their costumes. Everyone else was gone. What the Hell were they going to do if this went bad?

Dave seemed oblivious as he fidgeted with his hipster glasses.

"I really want to know about you people—really."

Colleen crushed her face into her palm. Why did she ever drive these people out here?

"It's time for the after-show dinner," said the Ringmaster. "Perhaps you would like to join us. The food can be quite good."

Colleen looked at Dave, who looked at Daphne and Kent. No one had the courage to say "no", and Colleen could tell that part of Dave could not help but be intrigued.

"Of course," he said. "We'd love to."

That was how they ended up seated amongst several fold out tables and chairs. As for the food it was actually more traditional than they would have thought: there was meat loaf and homemade macaroni and cheese. Collen was ashamed to admit that it was one of the best meals she'd ever had. The clowns also popped open a large jug of wine, and she felt plenty of need to drink as much as she could. It was very sweet, but somehow not nearly as cloying as other wines. In short order that wonderful light numbness took over.

Colleen didn't even have to care about Dave and the others. After several minutes she was using her hands to stabilize herself on the table.

"I was just talking to the others," the Ringmaster said to her. "And I believe there is hope for you yet."

Daphne's blonde head hit the table when she passed out. Kent leaned back into his chair only after a moment of being concerned for his girlfriend. Dave was already asleep. They were being drugged.

Colleen struggled to rise up from the table. She didn't make it far before one of the clowns held her firmly. With clumsy hands she tried grabbing his face only to learn that the make-up didn't come off, and the round, red nose wasn't made of foam but flesh.

"Nice to meet your too," said the clown with a big smile, and lightly pinched her nose.

Colleen's strength fled her entirely at that point, and she collapsed in the clown's arms.

She was only aware of fragment of consciousness or maybe it was all a dream. The effects of the drug caused such a deep stupor that it was hard to tell one from the other. She found herself on a large multi-colored inflatable—much like a whoopee cushion. Colleen was on her back in only her bra and cotton panties. She felt hot, and writhed in a strange feeling. Adding to her confusion her panties were sopping wet.

A short female clown with green hair skipped around the cushion holding of the hem of a polka dot dress. Light reflected off of the deep white of her face, and Colleen noticed the black circles drawn around her eyes. The top of her dress was tight, but nearly open to expose the top halves of bright white breasts that looked too big to be mounted on her small body. She hummed some idle tune that she was skipping to.

"What's happening?" Colleen managed to mumble.

Gloved hands began fondling her breasts through her bra. There were several hands doing it. Fingers dug under the lacey material to poke at her nipples. The bra was then ripped off letting her average, but perky breasts spill free.

"Those look very nice," said the short clown girl coming over to look. She had a very high little-girl like voice. "They should be bigger though. I remember that much."

Colleen didn't fight them. Her body wanted to be there.

A large clown in purple with a long floppy nose approached her on the cushion. His big gloved hands moved up her thighs, and dug their fingers into her underwear. Her white cotton panties were ripped off leaving her hot sex to cool in the air. She hadn't shaved it for some time, but didn't really have the time to be embarrassed now.

"You have a very pretty kitty," said the clown said. His nose was becoming engorged and rigid. "I bet she smells nice too."

"Pretty kitty kitty," sang the clown girl as she continued skipping around.

Colleen couldn't make her limbs move. She lied atop the cushion, and could only wait as the clown's face got closer to her unprotected pussy. To her shame she was getting even wetter as the prospect. He touched the tip of his erect nose to her moist outer lips.

"Oh yes," he said. "She's nice and ready. I'm sure my friends will understand if I take a little sample as my Halloween treat."

He braced his hands on her thighs, and slowly began to insert his turgid nose into her. Colleen shook as it happened. Dave and she hadn't had sex in weeks, and part of her welcomes the feeling of being filled up. She didn't have a long time to dwell on it though.

"I don't mind you getting some, Nosey," said another clown coming to her side. "As long as I get my treat too."

When Colleen turned to look she came face to cock with the other clown's engorged member. It was striped and multi-colored, as well as being the biggest that she'd seen in person.

"Open up, sweetie."

Colleen tried to shake her head in protest, but opened her receptive mouth anyway. She took it in—the size of it pushing her tongue down. Memory took over for Colleen. She ran her tongue around the clown's cock, and lightly sucked. To her baffled amazement it tasted like a piece of fruity candy, and she wanted more of it.

"That's it," the clown cooed, and gently stroked her face with his hand. "You're a good girl, and we'll take care of you."

She smiled as best she could with a clown's cock in her mouth. It felt right though. They were not hurting her, and she welcomed the attention for some reason. Colleen began to feel an orgasm approaching from the clown who was fucking her with his nose. While he pushed it in and out, his thumb rubbed at her clit furiously.

"Keep at her, Nosey. She's almost there."

"Almost there, almost there," sang the skipping clown girl, and she went faster and faster in her circles of the cushion.

Colleen sucked harder—to the point where the clown on the receiving end had his breath catch in his throat. Then her orgasm hit, and she shook again--the wave moving through her whole body like the passing of tingling cold blood. Their combined weight and movement forced some of the air from the cushion with a loud fart noise. They sank down into it.

Nosey, the clown on her lower half, withdrew his pleasure-giving nose. It was slick with her juices, and slowly softening.

"I think she's ready for the special treat, Curly," he said, wiping his nose off with his hand and licking it clean.

"And I'm ready to give it to her. Here it is, Sweetie."

His cock throbbed in her mouth. Several jets of his cum erupted into her, but it was more like whipped cream compared with cum she was used to. 

"She likes it," declared the clown girl.

"Don't spill," said Curly. "You're very special."

He finished and kept himself in her mouth for a while. Coleen's mouth was full of his cream now. To her delight it tasted like coconut cream pie. When Curly finally did pull his still throbbing cock from her mouth, Colleen was eager to swallow his precious treat. There may have been a tinge of doubt in her mind, but she couldn't imagine why she would have that.

Curly held her chin with his hand, and looked into her eyes. She smiled brightly, and wanted to lose herself in those shining blue orbs.

"You did so well, Colleen. We'll have to do something about that name though. I think that 'Smiles' might be good.

She didn't understand.

"Time to go night-night," he said, and Colleen fell sleep.

Collen woke up on a cot that must have been brought into the dining area. The others were gone as were the clowns. There was some evidence of the meal they'd had, but the dishes had been cleared away. She remembered most of the meal well enough. Had she drank too much? She had been very tired from the drive and the frustration of hanging out with Dave and the others. No, she thought. The wine....those clowns had drugged them somehow. And then she had that dream. She tried to shake it from her mind. At least it didn't happen. She was fully dressed.


Big Top



When she tried to stand she felt the effects of whatever had been in her system threatening to pull her down again. Her nose ached, and she rubbed at it without thinking.

"Be careful," said a familiar voice.

She looked up to see the orange-bearded Ringmaster. Colleen tried to scream, but when he held up a finger she found herself compelled to be silent.

"You're safe," he said. "I apologize for how things degenerated. Your friends were being quite rude. Especially the one in the glasses. He thought that he knew so much about clowns. Well, he definitely had some more to learn."

"Did you kill them?"

He looked at her aghast. "Of course not. Those kinds of things don't happen in our community. That's the kind of stuff that happens in town."

"Where are they?"

"Why don't I take you on a little tour, Colleen? Would you like that? I know that you appreciated the circus. No one is going to hurt you here."

She believed him for some reason. Distantly in her mind she could hear Dave's cynical voice telling her not to trust this man, but it was so far away now. Colleen rubbed her nose again, and thought about what she should do.

The man with the great orange beard and old fashioned clothing offered her his hand, and she took it gladly. He helped her off of the cot, and they proceeded. Colleen was still grappling with the effects of the drugs in her system. Everything felt tilted on the wrong side. It wasn't spinning, but she felt just as unstable. They left the dining area of the tent, and walked through a portion of the main ring. It was odd to see what had been filled with such a flurry of activity look so quiet and empty. 

"We know that you are not like your friends," the Ringmaster said.

"Where is Dave?"

"He was your boyfriend."

"Was?"

He nodded. "I doubt you'll be with him now. Besides, did you really see yourself being with him for much longer?"

That was a good question. Why was she even with him anymore? College boyfriends were kind of like shoes: they lasted a while, but were ultimately replaceable. 

"After all of this—probably not, but I don't want him dead or anything."

"He won't be killed. None of you will. We are not violent here. The clowns have never been a violent folk, despite what your people have done to them."

"You talk about them like they're some kind of separate people."

"They are. The vast majority of clowns in this world are ordinary humans who dress up and put on a performance. They don't know it, but in a small way they are honoring the original clowns, who were actually quite different."

"The clown that I struggled with...I touched his face and it wasn't make-up."

"No. It's their natural selves. When your now-ex-boyfriend judged them the way he did it was very hurtful. I did my best to encourage calm and forgiveness, but you must understand that they were hunted to near extinction by people who judged them. Just being allowed to exist was denied to them."

"So we're going to be punished?"

"Hardly," he said with laugh. "You're going to join their family."

Colleen rubbed her nose again.

The Ringmaster smiled.

"What do you mean?"

He walked her over to a mirror on the wall, and invited her to look.

Her nose looked irritated as though she'd been using too much Kleenex during a cold. She also saw that the tan she'd been working on for months was gone. Her skin was now paler than it had ever been.

"I'm sick," she said. The dizziness began to return. "I need a doctor."

"Sicky, sicky, somebody is sicky," sang a high voice. 

It was the little clown girl from her dream. She came skipping up in her polka dot dress. Coleen could only stare for a moment. That girl is not supposed to be real, she thought. 

"Now, don't make fun," said the Ringmaster to the girl. "You were sick too once."

The clown girl stuck her tongue out. It was coiled like a spring and colored a bright scarlet red that contrasted with the bright white of her face and the black circles drawn around her eyes. 

The ringmaster looked off in the distance, and called: "Paging Doctor Giggles. Doctor Giggles, please report for duty."

A large of limbs and white fabric came rolling into the room. It opened up and formed into a clown in a doctor's outfit. His stethoscope appeared to be made of candy.

"How are you doing today, young lady?" he said with a deep, drawling voice.

The doctor was balding, but the ring of hair around his head was bright orange and thick like a Christmas wreath.

"I don't feel normal," she said.

"Well, let's have a look." 

He took out a lighted magnifying glass the size of a home satellite dish. She couldn't imagine where he'd been keeping it. 

"Stick out your tongue."

She obliged, but nearly gagged when she felt what stuck out of her mouth. While the doctor examined it she looked in the mirror. Her tongue was twice its normal length and rainbow colored. She had to be hallucinating.

"Well," said the doctor. "You may have been a little under the weather, but that's okay. You're entering into your maturity now. All will be well. By the time the Ringmaster is done with the introduction you should be ready."

"I'm already twenty two."

"Not in clown years," he said.

He reached towards her ear, and when he pulled his hand back there was a large lollipop in it.

Colleen took the candy, and immediately began licking. In her mind there were flashes of the dream she'd had. Of the multi-colored cock she'd taken into her mouth, and the wonderful think cream it gave her. No, she thought. None of the happened. In moments she began to feel much better. A tingling spread throughout her body. Stronger portions of it dwelled in her breasts and ass. She should have really thought about that more, but she had trouble focusing. 

Doctor Giggles left the scene, and the Ringmaster took her hand again.

"There are still the others to see to. Your own changes will be coming along shortly."

Colleen wanted to ask what he was talking about, but the candy was just too good. She would go with him anywhere and do nearly anything for the chance to keep eating it. Her extra-long tongue snaked around the lollipop for all that it was worth.

They stopped in a new section of the tent with a shade blocking the corner. Through the opaque material she could see two figures arguing quietly.

The Ringmaster signaled with his hand, and two clowns moved the blind away. There she was Daphne and Kent or what had been them. Even with her mind a little addled Colleen could admit to herself that they hadn't really been her friends. She wasn't sure what to feel about them.

Their skin was now an unnatural pale white much like the other clowns. Blue and red coloring outlined their eyes and lips. Kent's cock stood out like a bright red painted pole. Daphne's breasts were much larger than before. The intense new white of her flesh gave them a statue-like quality. Colleen was quite disturbed that Daphne's nipples were larger, fully erect, and striped like candy canes. 

"Colleen," said Daphne. "It's so good to see you." 

Daphne's voice had become unnaturally high-pitched.

"Yeah," said Kent in an equally high voice. "We were worried."

"Are you guys alright?" she asked. "It looked like you were fighting or something."

"Oh, we were," said Daphne. "We were trying to decide which of us looks better. Maybe you could help us."

"Yeah, help us."

"You both look very white," said Colleen. "Does that help?"

"Silly goose," said Daphne. "Our skin looks like everyone else's here. Yours look a little too flushed, but it will get better. No. What we're talking about is this."

Daphne and Kent hugged each other closely, and then with a wet meaty sound their heads exchanged bodies. There was no pain on the faces, and there wasn't the slightest loss of blood. In seconds the lines of separation were gone, and their necks looked to have never been severed. They turned to look at her.

Kent smiled proudly from atop Daphne's body. His hands squeezing the large breasts now attached to him.

"I think that I make it work well. I mean, you know, they're heavy, but I've always wanted to just play with them whenever I wanted."

One of his hands drifted to his borrowed pussy. "It's weird having this, but I don't have to adjust myself while sitting."

"Don't touch it too much," said Daphne, moving what used to be her hand away. "You never knew how to be gentle." 

Daphne seemed bored with Kent's body. Her hand stroking his idle cock out of boredom, but then a thought seemed to cross her mind.

"Colleen, you and I should totally fuck later. I've already done him, but it's weird doing it to my own body. I always thought you were very pretty."

"Pretty kitty," she heard the skipping clown girl say from afar.

Colleen thought that she should be repulsed by it, but the more she considered the offer there was something of an appeal to it. 

"There will be plenty of time for tricks and treats between you children later," said the Ringmaster. "We must continue on, young lady. I want you to fully accept yourself before your transition."

He led her away from the couple. They resumed their argument over who looked better atop whose body. Colleen didn't believe it was an argument that either could win or that would ever end. That may have been the point.

"Do they know who they are?" she asked the Ringmaster.

"They know enough. You were different than your friends. You've always been more accepting. They'll be fine though."

"What happened to Dave?"

"Oh, you're still asking that old question. The important thing is for you to accept yourself. Do you, Smiles?"

"My name is Colleen," she insisted.

"In some other life, but that was just a performance. The real you has been hiding the whole time, and we just need you to see it. Let's get an opinion shall we?" He looked off to where the clown girl's voice had come from earlier. "Come over her, Skippy. We need to talk to you."

In short order the short clown girl came skipping into the room. Despite the tightness of her dress's top her breasts had spilled free from the constant skipping and bounced with her movements. Their nipples were large like Daphne's but covered in glittering sparkles. 

She stopped in front of Colleen and the Ringmaster. Colleen could now see that the girl more than a head shorter than she was. The clown was such a tiny woman.

"Skippy," said the Ringmaster. "Smiles need your help. When you look at her do you see a clown or something else?"

"She's a silly clown," said Skippy. "She was sicky."

"Just like you were sick, right?"

The girl looked confused for a moment, and then nodded enthusiastically. 

"Skippy thought she was something else too for a time: a judgmental and pretentious man named 'Dave', but it turns out he was a silly little woman, huh?"

Skippy bursts out laughing and danced in place to music that only she seemed to hear.

There was no "Dave" anymore. She wasn't sure how to process that. Daphne and Kent were only partially there too. Was she the only one who was still hesitating? 

"You were right," Colleen said to the Ringmaster. "I guess I really wasn't meant to be with Dave."

Skippy stuck her tongue out at Colleen and blew a raspberry.

"Are you ready?" asked the Ringmaster.

Colleen nodded.

"Let's help Smiles," the Ringmaster said to Skippy.

And with that they both helped the girl who had been Colleen strip off her blouse and jeans. Smiles took off her own bra, and Skippy used her small hands to pull down her white panties. There would be other clothes to where when it was done.

They walked her over to another mirror just as a pair of clowns was setting it up for them. One of them caught her eye. He was simple looking clown in yellow stripes. Smiles remembered seeing him during the show the night before. When she smiled at him, he smiled in turn, but instead of speaking to her he took out a small horn and honked it.

"That's Mr. Bubbles," said the Ringmaster. "He says that you're very pretty."

Smiles blushed and then looked in the mirror. Her lips had already taken on a deep shade of permanent red. She watched as her skin completed its journey toward titanium whiteness. Her once average breasts swelled to the size of melons, and her nipples became bright yellow with little smiley faces on them. She turned to see her ass also take on a heftier amount of plumpness with two large red hearts upon each white cheek.

My. Bubbles honked his horn in approval, and that made Smiles so very happy. She could see herself spending a lot of time with him. 

Her nose swelled red and perfectly round, and her red hair became brighter than ever and developed an intense curl to it.

It was done.

"How you feel now, Smiles?" The Ringmaster asked.

"I feel just fine," she said in her newly high voice. 

*

Post script: Thanks as always for your interest. I really appreciate it, and your comments and votes are always welcome.



Big Tranny, Little Bed



They'd been best friends for years. Natalie and Cameron met in middle school and were basically inseparable ever since. They were the kind of pair that had everyone but themselves seeing a romantic spark. It was a completely platonic friendship and always had been.

It was wedding season and Natalie's big sister was getting married up north. Natalie was shy around virtually every male besides Cameron, and even when she did go out with a guy, it rarely went beyond a date or two. She didn't have a date to take to the wedding with her, so she asked Cameron to go with her. It wouldn't be a date. She convinced him to go by telling him that there would be plenty of cool things for them to do there.

Cameron was super popular in high school. He played multiple sports and with his boyish good looks, he had his pick of the girls. Natalie, on the other hand, was seen as a bit of a nerd. She wore big plastic glasses which seemed totally cool at the time before finally getting contacts after graduation. She was the sort of girl that joined all the academic clubs but couldn't talk to a guy if her life depended on it, except Cameron, and he didn't count. 

That didn't change the fact that she was beautiful. Natalie was taller than Cameron and I guess you might call her big-boned. Natalie also had an absolutely massive set of tits and the biggest, bubbly butt any man had ever had the good sense to drool over. Not to mention her girl cock, which was big enough to match them both. Cameron didn't have a problem with her being a t-girl. That was just Natalie.

"So your aunt only has one bed for us?" Cameron asked while buzzing through a game on his PS Vita.

"Yep. I told you she has a small house. We're lucky to get a bed. I have family fighting over the living room couch," Natalie took a sharp turn and gave the GPS a quick glance. They were on their way up north and the wedding was in three days.

"I could drive you know. I'd even let you play Metal Gear Solid. It just came out," he smiled and waved the handheld in front of her face.

Natalie batted it away and tried to concentrate on the road, "You've never even driven here before and you think speed limits are just a helpful suggestion. So no way."

They got there in one piece and met Natalie's aunt, afterwards heading toward their room. Cameron went ahead and when he opened the door, Natalie heard him shout, "That's the smallest bed I've ever seen!"

Natalie walked into the room ready to tell him he was overreacting, but when she saw the bed, she couldn't. It really was tiny. She didn't say anything, because she knew they had to fit on it somehow. They started to unpack their things and then Natalie's aunt called them to dinner. Her Aunt Barb was a nice woman, if not a little forward. She asked about them and Natalie realized that Aunt Barb was under the assumption that they were a couple.

It dawned on Natalie that her aunt would probably object to them sleeping in the same bed if they weren't a couple, so she talked to Cameron like they were boyfriend and girlfriend. When he got a beer for her, she squeezed his hand and gave him a lover's glance, all for the benefit of her aunt of course. Once they got back to their room, Cameron asked about it.

"Aunt Barb is an old-fashioned woman. If she knew that we were just friends, you'd be sleeping on the floor," she answered.

Both Natalie and Cameron changed into night clothes. Natalie wore a loose-fitting top and a pair of comfy sleep pants. Cameron just put on a pair of shorts and a wife beater. Natalie took out her contacts, they brushed their teeth, and both of them ended up huddled around the bed, trying to figure out how this would work.

"I don't think this bed can hold both of us," Cameron shook his head.

"Maybe you're right." Fitting both of their bodies on this tiny bed seemed like a daunting task. "So I'll ask Aunt Barb for another sheet and you can find out how comfortable this rug is," Natalie stuck her tongue out and gave him a playful nudge out of the way with her hip.

Cameron jumped on the bed and and pulled the sheet over himself. He pushed up against the wall and then stretched his legs out over the rest of the bed before saying, "No way. I didn't come all this way to wake up with a rug burn for a face."

"And ladies don't sleep on floors," the little bed creaked as Natalie planted her knee on it and pushed herself on. Cameron had to lay on his side with his back against the wall just so she could get on the bed. "Goodnight, Cam," she whispered.

"Wait." Cameron slithered off the wall and tried to find a comfortable position. "I can't sleep like this, Nat. Maybe if you moved back a little and bent your legs and maybe--"

"Here. We'll try this," Natalie huffed. She hooked her leg around his and pulled him to her. Natalie pressed her big breasts flush against his chest and when she spoke, her lips were close to his, "Better?"

Natalie boobs were flattened against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck to get more comfortable. Cameron shifted as best he could and eded up with his arm around the small of her back. They laid like that, their eyes catching briefly before he answered, "Yes."

Her breasts felt so soft. He could even feel her nipples poke against his chest; they were big and stiff. How could she still smell so good, he wondered. They'd been cooped up in a car for three hours and then had to lug all their stuff into the room. Neither of them had enough energy left over to shower. She didn't smell like perfume, because she wasn't wearing any, she smelled exactly how a girl should smell: natural and feminine. It caught in his nostrils and stayed there all night. 

Even though they were only doing this because of the small bed, Natalie still felt that it was nice to be with someone like this. It made her feel even better that it was Cameron. She could trust him. He didn't have the heart to hurt her or make her feel bad even if he wanted to. Natalie buried her face in his neck. The last thoughts she had before drifting off were of how pleasant sleeping on this tiny bed could actually be.

They had a good time the following day. A quiet intimacy seemed to develop between Natalie and Cameron after spending a night together in the same bed. They were very believable as a couple. Natalie's sister, the bride to be, was surprised to see that Natalie and Cameron were a couple. Natalie could tell that her sister was a little suspicious, so she took extra steps to make sure everyone was convinced. Natalie rubbed her body against his as she got up from the table at dinner and occasionally she'd lean in close to him and whisper right up to his ear as though they were sharing lovers' secrets. 

It was during one of those moments that Natalie's sister chimed in. "I'm sure the rest of the table would like to know what you two are giggling about?"

"They've been like this since the second they got in last night," Aunt Barb piped up before Natalie could answer.

Natalie's face started to turn a little red. She really didn't know how to answer, her big sister always could tell when she was fibbing. As luck would have it, she didn't have to, because Cameron grabbed her hand affectionately and answered, "I was just telling Nat that she has the most beautiful eyes at the table... next to Aunt Barb's of course." He smiled his boyish grin that always made everything alright.

They got ready for bed that night and Natalie felt something a little different. Instead of anxiety, she could feel a nervous excitement; it originated in her tummy and shot like sparks through her fingertips and toes. Everything she touched and everywhere she stepped seemed to ramp up her excitement. Natalie decided to wear a pair of boyshorts and a shirt with a low neckline which showed plenty of her gorgeous breasts.

Cameron was in bed, up against his corner, by the time Natalie came out of the bathroom. When Natalie sat down on the bed, she realized that she'd developed an erection. Her nine incher was making an obscene bulge. "I'm gonna sleep on my side tonight," she said nervously, lying down with her face turned away from him and pulling the sheet over herself. This left Cameron between the swell of her big bottom and the wall. He squirmed around in an attempt to get comfortable and only succeeded in rubbing up against her bulky, bubbly buttocks. "Cut it out," she whispered. 

"I can't get comfortable. Your big ass in the way." He gave her backside a playful push and laughed. Cameron would often make fun - I'm avoiding a bad pun here (you're welcome) - of her sizable tits and ass, but he didn't mean anything by it. If anyone else had told Natalie that, she'd probably be crying right now, but it was different with Cameron.

"You better apologize for that comment right now, Cam!" She warned him, doing her best not to laugh in the process.

"Or what?"

"Wrong answer!" Natalie shouted, ramming her ass against him. Now he really was squashed between her bubble butt and the wall. He tried to squirm free, but she wouldn't let him. "Apologize," she said again.

"I'm sorry Nat--"

"Not to me. To her!" She snapped.

"Okay, okay." Cameron noticed that Natalie's boyshorts had wrapped even tighter around her ass. He could make out the outline of each massive cheek against his stomach. "I'm sorry, Ms. Butt... that you're so damn big I can't fall asleep like this!" 

Natalie thrust her hips back against him harder. Her shorts bunched up and Cameron could see most of the supple skin which made up each massive--yet perfectly-sculpted ass cheek. His cock instantly swelled and pressed up against the crack of her ass. Natalie could feel every inch of it. She realized what she'd done and pulled away. 

"I'm sorry," he whimpered.

Her erection grew harder. It extended off the bed a few inches. The big head pressed against the soft material of her shorts and made her even hornier. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have done that. You can't help it... I wasn't thinking." 

Natalie inhaled sharply when she felt his arm wrap around her. It rested within inches of her erection, but he didn't know that she was hard. "It's just that I haven't had any time to... you know... take care of myself since we got here. Every time I turn my head your aunt's there and I don't have much privacy in the room."

"I get it." Natalie started to feel that it wasn't right that he had to suffer like this. There was no reason why he couldn't just do what he had to do while she was around, was there? "And you should know that I wouldn't mind if you wanted to... take care of yourself here."

"You mean it?" He asked incredulously.

"Yeah, I mean it." 

Natalie could sense movement behind her and realized that Cameron's hand had slipped into his boxers. That thought sent a shock wave through her body which ended right at the tip of her cock as it smeared precum in her shorts.

"You must have the same problem, Nat. Don't you? Well you could... you could do it too," Cameron said as he began to stroke up his length.

Natalie thought about it, then answered, "I guess she could use it, but if it's weird or something I won't."

"It's not weird. Well, not any weirder than sharing a bed. Nothing is weird about you, Nat. You're my best friend. The only person in the world who could drag me out to a wedding and make me wear a tuxedo. Now let's jerk off."

"Okay," she giggled.

Natalie's hand crept down her stomach and into her shorts. She grabbed her hard girl meat and started to stroke it under the sheet. Their room was filled with the soft slapping of skin; both of them could see the sheet rise and fall with each jerking motion. Natalie's lust was heightened by the fact that were doing this together. She matched his speed until they were masturbating in time together.

Cameron could feel the heat of Natalie's ass as he stroked. For something they'd never done before, it didn't feel unnatural or out of the ordinary. Even though Natalie's back was turned, there was no mistaking that they were doing this together. The fact that he hadn't masturbated since before they left meant that Cameron was going to cum very soon.

Natalie made sure to masturbate in the shower every time. She was a very horny young woman and didn't want an erection getting in the way of things. If Aunt Barb saw it she'd probably faint. It was one thing to know your darling niece had a cock, and another to see the thick nine-inch pipe in all its glory. Masturbating with Cameron added so much to the act for Natalie that she was close to cumming too. Her big t-girl balls produced so much cum; so much potent sperm; they'd ache when she went too long without blowing them, and they were aching now. 

Their release couldn't have been off by more than a couple seconds. Cameron's hand flew up his cock and a spurt of hot cum slipped through his fingers and landed right on Natalie's bubbly duff. She felt it and her cock twitched. Another stroke and it was covering the inside of her shorts with cream. Cameron hurriedly threw the sheet off of them and caught the tip of his cock just as another shot landed on Natalie's crack. He spilled the rest of his seed into his hand. Natalie moaned as she continued to jerk into her boyshorts. She was covered in cum by the time their orgasms subsided. She was too tired to change. Cameron was drained as well. 

They'd settled down a bit by the time Natalie spoke softly, "Are you comfortable?"

Cameron had to turn on his side against the wall and do his best to breathe that way unless he turned around, but then his cock would come into contact with her ass. "I'll be fine," he assured her.

"I'd turn around if this weren't comfortable and the front of my shorts weren't dripping with cum. Please, do whatever it takes to get comfortable, Cam. We have the rehearsal tomorrow and as long as our cocks allow it, we better get as much rest as we can." 

"Alright," he answered. Cameron turned back toward Natalie and tentatively pushed closer to her. He wrapped his legs and upper body around hers like a glove. His penis ended up pressing against the crack of her ass. Cameron's chin rested on her shoulder and he could finally breathe in again. He took in a deep breath of her scent and their combined ejaculation. It didn't take long before they were both fast asleep.

Things were even better the next day. It felt perfectly natural for Natalie and Cameron when they pretended to be a couple. Natalie read about a concert in the park and the two of them went. They found themselves snuggling and acting like boyfriend and girlfriend even with none of her family around. Natalie was thrilled about this turn of events. She'd catch Cameron sneaking glances at her and feel so sexy; so wanted. 

The rehearsal went off without a hitch. Natalie was the only girl who stood out to Cameron. He'd never seen her look more gorgeous. And that dress! It accentuated her huge bosom to the point that every man at the rehearsal, including the groom, was transfixed on them. It was a little chilly out, not to mention the fact that Cameron was feeling a little jealous, so he put his jacket around her as they sat down to eat. 

Everyone was having a good time. Natalie was genuinely happy for her big sister, if not a bit jealous herself. She watched Cameron lovingly and tried to whisper to him that he was going a little overboard with the drinks. A bridesmaid swooped in and whisked Natalie's attention away with pleasant conversation before they could. Cameron was so drunk by the end of the night that Natalie had to carry him from the car into Aunt Barb's house.

He slumped over on the bed and started muttering something. Natalie wrapped her arms around his waist and unbuttoned his pants. She pulled them down his legs and told him to kick out of them. His shirt came off next. Cameron was on his back with the television blaring by the time she went into the bathroom. Natalie got ready for bed, throwing a nightgown on over her panties. 

"Are you still up?" She called out to Cameron as she walked out of the bathroom. Natalie came over and turned off the television. She could see him looking up at her through the small slits of his half-closed eyes.

"You looked really good tonight... you always... always do, Nat," he slurred.

"Thank you," she smiled, her nose wrinkling. Natalie laid down on the bed and his eyes followed her body.

Cameron pressed himself even closer to her on the small bed and said, "I don't want to fall asleep yet... today has been so nice." 

Natalie ran her fingers through his hair and asked, "Think you feel like masturbating before we go to sleep?"

Cameron leaned in close like he had something important to tell her, but he was drunk, so Natalie wasn't ruling out the possibility that was planning on belting out a few choice song lyrics from the concert they'd attended and then falling asleep. He did that in the car on the way to the rehearsal and he wasn't even drunk then. "Can I look at your boobs while I do it?"

Natalie's cheeks got red. Look at her boobs? It must be the liquor talking. Or did he really mean that? Well, why wouldn't he want to see them. Anyway, he'd probably be asleep in two minutes. "Close your eyes and go to sleep, silly," she told him. Natalie gasped when she felt his hand clutch an oversized melon. He grabbed it and pulled on it before she could shoo his hand away.

"I'm sorry, but please. Please. Let me see. I've wanted to for so long," he looked at her dreamily.

"You said look, not touch. And I haven't even shown you anything yet. Have you really... wanted to see them before?" 

His hand grasped one of the straps of her nightgown. Cameron gently slid it down her shoulder and her big breast started to spill out on the bed. "They're so awesome, Nat, and big," he muttered as he got his first look at one of the beautiful mounds. 

Natalie turned on her side toward him and he brushed the other strap away. She lifted up on her elbow and pulled the nightgown down her tits. Her tits smacked against themselves and then settled down on the bed. Natalie felt a little exposed like this, but she had another feeling too; one which excited her to no end and caused her cock to come to life. Cameron's hand covered what they could of the enormous breasts and squeezed. They were so cool and heavy in his hands.

Natalie clasped his hand, "Here. Rub here," she started to direct it. "My dress was a little tight tonight. It left some marks," she cooed. His ministrations were starting to take their toll on Natalie. She moaned, her legs squirming. Cameron watched the red marks disappear with his rubbing. Natalie's stiff nipples caught his eye. He twisted them between his fingers and Natalie let out a low moan. 

Natalie hadn't made a conscious decision to do so, but her hand found her cock and she began to stroke herself while Cameron plucked at her nipples. His dick was hard and as she jerked her hand up her cock it bounced against his. The next time her hand hit his hard-on, she switched cocks and started stroking his. Her hand went into his boxers. His cock was smaller than hers, but not small by any means. The hard shaft felt warm and full of life in her hand. Cameron grunted as she stroked him, their eyes met and the deep emotion of the moment overtook him.

"I want to hold yours," he croaked, not waiting for a sign from Natalie before wrapping his hand around her shaft.

She'd never had another hand besides her own on her cock. It pulsed in his hand. When he started to run his hand over the shaft, she nearly lost it and exploded right then. Natalie clenched her eyes shut and staved off her orgasm. Cameron buried his face in her tits as his hand explored her cock for the first time. He kissed and licked all over the soft flesh of her breasts before coming up for air. Cameron returned his eyes to her gaze and found her nipple with his lips; he dragged his tongue across it and started to suck.




Big Tranny, Little Bed



Her hand quickened its stroking. They were both close again. His stroking hand sped up to match her pace. Cameron pulled as much of her tit into his mouth and applied suction, repeating the action on her other glorious breast. Cameron's balls seized and he cried out, "I'm gonna CUM, NAT!"

Natalie didn't miss a beat, continuing to jerk his cock. The strokes he was giving her cock were choppier as his cock started spurting. Natalie covered his hand with hers and gave her dick the three hard strokes it needed to cum. Cameron had bitten into her breast after beginning to cum, which Natalie found extremely pleasurable and quite sexy. As she was losing control, her legs tensed on the bed and she pressed her body hard against his. She let go and her cock covered their stomachs in girly cum.

She continued to blow long after Cameron had finished. Their stomachs and lower bodies were virtually covered in her white hot cream by the time she shivered with her last dribble of cum. Natalie's sticky hand lifted Cameron's head and she kissed him. Her tongue snaked into his mouth and filled it. They kissed like that for a long moment before falling asleep, Cameron's head snuggled against her big breasts.

Natalie awoke first the next morning. She was careful not to stir too much for fear of waking him. He looked so peaceful; his cheek still resting against her breast. Natalie tried to convince herself that this could be real. They'd jerked each other last night. He did about everything with her tits short of slipping his cock between them, and she certainly wasn't averse to that. Nothing had to be off limits. They'd crossed this barrier together and Natalie filled her heart with the belief that they'd cross any others.

Cameron started to wake. He was still in a sleepy state, his eyes still heavy, he wasn't ready to open them just yet. The first thing he could feel was Natalie's heartbeat and the soft flesh he was pressed up against. Cameron finally pried his eyes open and found he was staring at Natalie's breasts. He sprung backward and looked at her with his eyes bugged out.

"Your boobs... they're beautiful. I mean big. I mean bare! They're out in the open," he wheezed.

Natalie giggled. She pulled the strap of her nightgown up and loosely covered them before rubbing her hand over his chest. Even with his back against the wall, there still wasn't an inch of daylight between them on the tiny bed. 

"Well, they should be. You got quite acquainted with them last night. Don't you remember?"

"I... I had a lot to drink, didn't I?" He swallowed hard.

"I can fill you on all the sexy details if you'd like," she said in a husky voice.

"What did we do?"

"I let you see my tits. But that wasn't enough for you, my little boobie lover. You wanted to play with them and suck on them. We started jerking off and pretty soon we were jerking each other off. Anything ringing a bell?"

Cameron looked between them and noticed the cum stains for the first time. He had hardened cum on his stomach and so did Natalie's nightgown. "I don't," he began, "I don't remember. Jeez, the wedding's today isn't it? I better shower." 

"Wait," Natalie grabbed his arm. "You don't want to talk about this? Cam, I didn't force you to do anything," she said, a little hurt. Cameron didn't say anything. He slipped off the bed and Natalie could hear the shower running a few seconds later.

He was distant the rest of the day. The final wedding preparations began and Natalie got her dress and makeup together. Natalie was in the bridal party so her sister had picked out the dresses. She looked even more beautiful than the night prior. Cameron, for his part, looked incredibly sharp in his tuxedo. The wedding started and they sat together, but Natalie couldn't shake the feeling that they were worlds apart. She watched her sister walk down the aisle, and though she was glad that her sister had found love, it hurt to see someone so happy and in love. 

The wedding reception was next. Natalie gave her carefully-rehearsed toast and sat back down. Cameron seemed to be avoiding her and he hadn't had a drop to drink all night. Couples started dancing and everyone got pretty smashed. Cameron didn't ask Natalie to dance, though. They'd barely spoken two words to each other since waking up together earlier that day. Natalie knew that they had more than one night of fooling around (however great she thought that had been) at stake, they had years of friendship too.

The two of them got back to Aunt Barb's and started to pack up. Cameron left his tuxedo jacket on the door handle. He gathered up some of his clothing and folded it for the suitcase. Natalie started to do the same, but her emotions were still going wild. She got into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Natalie sat down on the toilet lid and cried. It dawned on her that her sister was probably being made love to by her groom right now. 

Cameron heard a sniffle from the bathroom. He got closer and realized she was crying. Everything in his nature told him to find out what was wrong, but he didn't know what he could tell Natalie. He didn't even understand himself what he felt exactly. Jerking off in a bed together was one thing, but jerking each other off? This changed everything.

Natalie heard a soft knock on the door. She debated whether to answer it before saying, "What do you want?" in an unkind tone.

"Can I come in?"

"I don't care," she answered.

Cameron turned the knob, but the door wouldn't open. "It's locked."

Natalie stood up and splashed some cold water on her face from the faucet. It was still red and puffy even afterward. She unlocked the door and then stepped out of the bathroom. Natalie grabbed the clothing she'd been folding and started to stuff them into her suitcase.

"What are you thinking about, Nat?" He finally asked.

"Nothing. Don't ask me that." She returned to the suitcase which was one pair of panties away from busting. 

"Tell me," he told her in the voice which always fooled Natalie into thinking she was safe. Well, it wouldn't work this time.

"Nobody wants me, Cam. Who could? With what I've got between my legs. I sat through an entire day watching something I'll never be able to have myself. Happiness. Marriage. That's what I'm thinking about!"

"That's not true." Cameron caressed Natalie's cheek with his hand. "Any guy could fall in love with you and if you two were right for each other, he'd love that thing between your legs just as much as the rest of you." 

"Yeah, and you just spent the entire day avoiding me because of that 'thing.'"

"Can I tell you something?" Cameron asked, his eyes smoldering. 

"Sure. Go for it," she answered.

"Nat, I didn't avoid you because I'm turned off by your dick or something like that. To tell you the truth, it was hard for me to think about another guy falling in love with you. It makes me jealous, Nat. I guess I was avoiding you because I was worried... that we put our friendship in danger with what we did." Cameron swallowed hard and looked as deeply into her big brown eyes as he could. "I don't want to lose this and I was just afraid. You're a lot braver than I am."

Natalie's heart was all aflutter. With the realization that his behavior wasn't a way of rejecting her, rather protecting her, and them, it all made sense. "We can't plan that things are going to go wrong. I don't want to live that way. I want to live this way," Natalie pressed her lips against his. She kissed him hard, her tongue diving into his mouth. 

They ended up on their tiny bed, kissing frantically and feeling the other's body. Cameron's hand found Natalie's butt. He grabbed a handful of each massive globe and squeezed. It felt soft and wonderful. Their cocks crushed against one another. Natalie's hand slid between them and grabbed Cameron's erection. She gave it a rough squeeze and asked, "Can we do this? You're not going to spazz out and pretend you don't know me tomorrow?"

"No! I promise," Cameron answered quickly, attaching his lips to hers again.

"Good. I don't want to drive home with a stranger." Natalie grabbed Cameron's shoulders and pressed him into the bed. Her full lips were sporting a delightful smiled. She slithered down his body and started to take off his pants. Cameron took in a deep breath, he could barely hold in his anticipation. She pulled his pants and underwear down in one motion, causing his hard-on to spring out. Natalie grabbed it at the base and then gave the tip a sloppy kiss.

"Fuck, Nat. You're..."

She wrapped her lips around the head and started to suck before he could finish. Cameron shut his mouth instantly. The warmth of her mouth was amazing. Natalie slid her lips down his cock and collapsed her cheeks like a cocoon of hot wet pleasure. She'd never sucked cock before, but she could almost swallow all the way down to the base. Her nose was practically in his pubes. 

Natalie started to bob her head on his cock. Cameron's hand found the back of her head and the other brushed stray hair from her face. He loved to watch a girl suck this cock. This was more than that, though. This was Natalie. And she sure was prettier than any girl who had done this before. Cameron watched her lips glide along his shaft and knew that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He was right.

She whipped her shirt off and her bobbling breasts spilled out. Cameron couldn't look away. Natalie lifted her bulky titties up and wrapped them around Cameron's cock. She sucked hard on the tip of his cock and rolled her breasts up and down his shaft. The sensations were becoming too much for Cameron. Natalie swirled her tongue around the tip which caused Cameron's hips to buck.

He called out, "Oh shit, Nat. I'm getting close!"

Natalie pulled her lips from his cock with a pop, "Oh wait!" She wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed it. Natalie pushed herself up his body, kissing his stomach and chest as she went. "What I really wanted to try was sticking it in my butt. You know, like in the pornos?"

Cameron had always been interested in trying that with a girl, but they'd always turned him down. The prospect of trying that with Natalie sent a tremor through him. He answered, "I wanna try it too. But I think my cock needs a minute to calm down." 

Natalie kissed and licked his tender neck. She sucked so hard on one spot that it made him squirm. "That's fine. You can't get in right away anyway. You have to ask first." 

"You just said we could--"

"Not me! Her." 

"Oh, okay," he answered awkwardly.

Natalie lifted her head and gave him a little schoolgirl smirk, "Do you want to try now?"

"Hell yes." Cameron ran his hands over her big bottom.

Natalie's smirk opened into a beautiful smile which showcased her full lips and perfect pearly teeth. She pulled the pants she'd changed into after getting back down her thighs. They puddled at her feet until she kicked them off the bed. She was naked from head to toe now. Cameron couldn't help but touch her. Her body was gorgeous and begged to be touched.

Cameron lifted up on his knees and Natalie laid down on her stomach. His cock had never felt harder as he scoped out her bubbly ass. Cameron scooted on his knees until Natalie's legs were in between them. Inside her big cheeks he could just see a hint of her honey hole. Cameron started to spread the smooth skin of her cheeks, but couldn't fight off the urge to kiss them first. He gave them loud kisses while Natalie laughed and wiggled under him.

"That tickles!" She giggled.

He kissed along the shape of her big ass and when his lips met her crack, he rolled his tongue over it. Finally, he spread the orbs and looked at the sweet prize they concealed. "Ms. Butt and Ms. Asshole, may I please stick my dick in you?"

"You seek entrance? What offering have you brought me?" Natalie said with his voice purposefully muffled by the bed sheet.

"Hmm," Cameron leaned down and slapped his hard cock against one of her cheeks, "I offer you my cock... plus my undying gratitude of course." 

"I don't want your cock. Well, I do. But I want your ass," Natalie replied. 

"You have it. Please can I get my 'entrance' now?"

Natalie pushed off the bed for a moment and gave her cock a few good strokes with her other hand there to catch the precum. Natalie laid back down, her cock digging into the bed and put the precum-covered hand behind her back. Cameron placed his cock in her hand and she coated his cock with it. Using Natalie's precum as lubricant on his cock? Man, she sure could produce a lot of that stuff, he thought.

Cameron pressed his tip against the hole; it was so tight. I guess that thing they say about the bigger the butt, the tighter the butthole, was correct. Cameron struggled past her sphincter into the incredible warmth. The precum she'd applied to his cock helped him push further. Her asshole was so much tighter, so much warmer than he could remember pussy ever being. He slid his cock all the way into her and didn't move for a full thirty seconds. The sensations were too intense, he'd have blown his load right there. Natalie grunted when every inch pressed inside her.

Cameron grabbed her hips and slowly pulled his cock out. It hurt, but Natalie immediately disliked the idea of it leaving. She didn't have to miss it for long, though, because he thrust forward and sent most of his length back inside. Cameron slowly slid the rest in until his balls rested on hers. "Was that okay?" He asked.

"Yes! More," Natalie groaned.

Her sweet spot didn't seem to be getting any less tight. The resistance was enough to take Cameron's breath away. He'd already broken a sweat. Cameron pressed himself against Natalie's back and began kissing her shoulder as his hips did most of the work. He started to go faster; causing his balls to slap against hers and earning a moan from Natalie with each thrust. The length of his cock was constantly being treated to a wonderful massage by her back muscles. She tightened and gripped his cock.

"This feels so good, Nat. I've never... ever felt anything like it. Its like your ass has a mind of its own. It knows... exactly when to... ohhh, do that!" 

"She was pleased with your offering," Natalie replied in between grunts. She wasn't a virgin anymore and it felt damn good! How could it be so stiff yet so smooth at the same time? The perfection that is cock, she thought.

Cameron was fucking her with hard strokes now. He was out of breath and felt a pleasurable tingling in his balls which signaled he needed to cum. Cameron grabbed her tits and gave them a rough squeeze, he pressed his face into her neck and cried, "I can't hold out! I'm CUMMING!"

Jets of hot com erupted from the tip of Cameron's cock. Natalie bucked her hips back at him and her big ass slapped against his skin. She repeated the motion as he held onto her with clenched teeth. His spent cock eventually stopped spewing and slowly shrunk until it popped out.

"That was so fantastic, Cam. My turn now," Natalie said happily.

"A deal's a deal. I promised," Cameron answered while beginning to regain his awareness. His cock still far too sensitive to touch.

"It's not like you could change your mind now anyway. There's no way you're getting off this little bed without giving it up to me first. I'd make you," Natalie giggled as she sat up, causing her tits to wobble back and forth.

Natalie's response awoke a little of Cameron's cockiness. He answered, "Remember who you're talking to? I was captain of the wrestling team in high school." Cameron beamed proudly as he said it.

"Hah!" Natalie laughed. "I could lay you out flat!"

"Are you challenging?"

Natalie didn't answer, preferring to pounce on him instead. They tussled on the bed. Natalie's big boner and equally large breasts bouncing everywhere as they did. Cameron had the technique, but Natalie was a bit stronger. Her erection also had her charged, whereas Cameron had already cum. He ended up face down on the bed with Natalie's giant shaft planted between his vulnerable cheeks.

"Aren't you going to ask for entrance first?" He asked with his head against the bed and a smile on his face.

"I don't have to," she gloated. "I can take what's mine and you certainly can't stop me."

"Go ahead then. You earned it, Nat." 

Natalie rubbed her cock until a string of precum dripped onto his asshole. It was quite a sight. Natalie's big hard cock against his soft little hole. It was the cutest thing Natalie had ever seen, and she'd have stopped to marvel at it, but she needed inside him and she needed it now.

She rubbed precum over her shaft and then aimed the red tip against his entrance; it was so warm and inviting. Natalie applied pressure, basking in the resistance of his little ring. Natalie went at a slow pace, never stopping. She pressed on, even when Cameron dug his fingers into the bed. The inches disappeared into him steadily. Natalie had never imagined anything could be this tight. This pleasurable. His slippery insides clutched her while his ass cheeks shut tight around her shaft.

Cameron didn't know how much more of her massive length he could take. It kept going and going. He was already stuffed and Natalie hadn't stopped yet. To both of them, it felt like her dick was literally wearing his tender pleasure walls. Cameron bit into the pillow. His back arched as he felt the last of her deposit inside him. Natalie's bloated balls slapped against his and she was in. Every inch of her.

"Cam," Natalie dropped her body down on his and her lips found his ear, "This feels... fuck... you know how it feels. We should have been doing this for years. It's so sweet... being inside you." 

Her shaft started to slowly withdraw from inside him. Natalie pulled out until only the head of her girly monster was inside him. She pressed her hips forward and penetrated him, a little faster each time. Cameron felt like he needed one hell of a painkiller right now, but there was something else too. Something nice and filling about it. He wondered if it was a bit girlish that he liked knowing he could bring Natalie this kind of pleasure. Her entire body was attuned to his. 

This tender love-making was wonderful, but Natalie wanted more. She wanted to plow his tiny hole with all her might. She wanted to hammer her monster as deep as it would go inside him and then find a way to go deeper. Natalie started to thrust into him with less gentler intent. She moaned at the friction it caused. The pleasure sent tremors throughout her body. She wrapped her arms around Cameron and felt his body tremble. Her cock owned his asshole. It was the property of Natalie.

"I'm gonna go faster. My sweet little boobie lover has become my cock lover. Oh, Cameron... I could do this forever," she whispered into his ear before lifting her body up. 

Natalie grabbed a tight hold on his hips and thrust her cock powerfully inside him. She plowed deeper than she had before and the pleasure was magnified.

"Mmmghmm... Nat..." Cameron moaned. He couldn't express it in words, especially not now, but her dick was caressing him. It was pulsing inside him and bringing him pleasure he'd never known existed.

His tender walls were massaging her cock. They clung to her, tensing uncontrollably. She thrust harder and faster. The little bed creaked under them. Her cock was a blur of speed and power as it ravaged his slippery insides. Natalie knew she couldn't last much longer; it was a tough decision, but she decided to drag her incredibly hard cock from his hole and roll him over. He looked into her eyes with feelings of confusion and emptiness.

Then she pressed her cock between his cheeks and snapped her hips forward. She was buried to the hilt inside him once again and they smiled at each other. Natalie watched his face as she fucked him. He'd tense, wince, and moan, all from one stroke of her big pole. Their lips connected and they devoured one another's tongue. Natalie wrapped her arms under his legs and lifted him so that she had the perfect angle when entering him.




Big Tranny, Little Bed



The tingling in her balls was getting stronger. Fireworks were going off in her head and she knew this was it. Another second and she'd be dousing his insides with the biggest load her bloated balls had ever produced.

Natalie tore her lips from his and moaned out the words, "She's gonna blow! Damn I'm cumming! CAMERON... I'm CUMMING!"

Natalie cried out at the top of her lungs as cum violently rushed through her shaft and exploded out the tip. Cameron's eyes were glued to hers as she gave in to her orgasm. He held her close, her body shaking with each shot of hot cum. Every drop landed safely inside him. Her face was a whirlwind of pleasure, and the release of pressure; she was giving him everything she had.

"Thank you. Thank you." Natalie collapsed into his arms, the last volleys of ejaculate spilling out inside his tight hole. It was the most powerful orgasm of her life. Her cock stayed hard inside him. Neither knew whether it would ever come out. Neither cared. Staying there felt right.

"You didn't beat me," Cameron grinned at her. Natalie lifted her head and gave him a puzzled little smirk. "You jumped on me before I said 'go.' You cheated."

Natalie was still trying to catch her breath when she said, "So are you saying... rematch?" The last word made her giggle as she smiled at him.



Big Treat For Halloween



This is a true story that happened last year during Halloween. The main characters are Sharon and Joe. Sharon is a lawyer working for a big law firm in Indiana. Joe is also a lawyer in Indiana. Sharon was born and raised in Indiana while Joe was born in New York. Sharon is 5-8 and weights about 140 pounds with 34b's. Not very big but perky. Joe, on the other hand is only 5-7 and 135 lbs. Joe along with not being very big also has a small penis, about 5 inches and 2 inches wide. Their sex life has been very active since they met school 6 years ago. 

They married after law school and moved back to Indiana. Sharon being very tall her whole life was always the butt of jokes all through high school and college. With that she was very inexperienced when it came to sex. Joe had to take his time with Sharon. Joe had many girlfriends and was experienced when it came to sex. Through the years he has given Sharon tips on giving blowjobs as well as different positions. Although, Sharon's favorite position is missionary. Joe had tried to get Sharon interested in anal sex but that was no use. Sharon did not like to give blowjobs very often. Usually on special occasions. They would both discuss fantasies and try to act them out. This is one such fantasy that Joe finally talked Sharon into doing. 

Joe had bought Sharon skimpy clothes and would have her dance for him and do a strip tease in the bedroom and then they would make passionate love. It was during one of these instances that Joe asked Sharon if she would do it for him live on stage when they went on vacation. Sharon wasn't up to this. Joe would persist and finally Sharon relented and agreed to it on one condition and that is that what ever happens happens. If she were to do a full nude strip and someone wanted a lap dance then she would give them one. If the guy touched her in her private parts then that was fine. Joe agreed not knowing what he had agreed too.

While on vacation down in Florida Joe brought the dancing up again and Sharon decided that this would be a good time to do it. Sharon went looking for a strip club and found one that was in a very nice part of town. She thought if it was in a nice part of town then it would be a little more respectable. Joe and Sharon went to the strip bar the night before Halloween to check out the bar. All eyes turned to them when they walked into the bar. They found a place up front and watched the show. Sharon thought it was funny that all the strippers had body piercing's on both nipples and their clitoris. The bar was a full nude strip club. Sharon didn't know this when she agreed to dance. 

She was a little afraid of doing it in this club. Little did she know that most strip clubs were full nude. The dancers were paying Sharon a lot of attention. Joe would egg them on by putting 5's and 10's to have them do the whole song for Sharon. The best looking girl came up and grabbed Sharon by the arm and told her that the owner of the bar had paid for the stripper to giver her a private dance. Sharon looked and there were 2 areas for dances. One a hands off and one a free for all. Anything goes. The dancer, Angie, took Sharon to the hands off area. Sharon asked what happens in the other room. Angie whispered in her ear that anything could happen. If a guy wants to fuck you he can. 

If a guy wants a blowjob he can get that as well. If a girl wants to eat your pussy she can or if she wants her's eaten you can do that as well. Sharon was not expecting the girl/girl part. Angie noticed Sharon pulling back when she talked about the girl part. She leaned in and started licking her ear lobe. This drove Sharon wild. The song started and Angie started doing her dance. She took off her top and then rubbed her breast all over Sharon's body. By now Sharon's nipples were getting hard as a rock. Angie noticed this and started massaging them through her blouse. Angie then turned away from Sharon and took off her thong underwear. Forcing her ass checks apart Sharon got a close up view of Angies pussy and anus. Both looked like they had been used before. 

Angie put a finger in her pussy to get a little moisture on it. She turned around and licked the fingers off. This caused Sharon to moan a little. Angie sensing that she had a wild one asked Sharon if she had ever had sex with a girl before. Sharon shook her head no. Angie leaned over and whispered in her ear that there is a first time for everything. Angie then sat on Sharon's lap and ran her fingers up the inside of Sharon's thigh. Noticing that Sharon started parting her legs a little to give her better access. When Angie reached the top she noticed that Sharon had no panties on. This excited Angie very much and told Sharon this. 

She stuck a finger in and noticed that Sharon was very tight. Angie withdrew her fingers and licked them clean. She then tried to put 2 fingers in and Sharon moaned again. Angie pulled her fingers out and cleaned them again. She then put 3 fingers into her own pussy up to the knuckles and they came out glistening with her juices and instead of cleaning them off herself she offered them to Sharon. Sharon opened her mouth and before she could realize what she had done she had licked them clean. Angie them reached up under her blouse and tweaked her nipples cause a low grown to come from Sharon and then Sharon started shaking. She was having an orgasm. 

After the third song ended they talked about what happened. Sharon asked her about dancing and told her that while they were here that she wanted to try it. Angie's eye's lit up. She told Sharon that tomorrow night Halloween night was to be amateur night. Angie then told her that all the same rules applied. Sharon asked what she meant by this and Angie then took her into the all hands room and there was a guy with a huge cock fucking a young blonde in the ass. Sharon didn't know if she would be able to do this. They watched from the back and the blonde kept yelling for the guy to give her more. Finally he pulled all her weight down onto his dick and she screamed in pain. 

After that there was a look of joy in her eyes. Sharon then left and went to get her husband and went to the manager’s office to see what needs to be done for tomorrow night. The manager told her to come back at 3pm the following day and he would go over some of the things that will need to be singed and cleaned up. Sharon didn't understand the last part of what he said. On the way back to the hotel Sharon had her husband pull over and she gave him the best blowjob that Joe had ever had. When they got back to the hotel Joe fucked Sharon like there was not tomorrow. Not knowing what was said between Angie and Sharon and what Sharon saw in the all hand room.

At exactly 3pm Joe and Sharon showed up at the club. The manager Don told them to come in. After the introductions Don asked if what would happen tonight would bother Joe. Joe told him that Sharon had free will to do what she wanted. Don then brought out a chair in the middle of the room and Joe sat in it. Joe's hands and feet were then fastened to the chair. Don told him that this was a test drive to see if Joe could handle it. Don told Sharon to do her best striptease for him. She did a pretty good job and worked Don up a little. Don looked over and noticed that Joe had a little hard on. 

He told Sharon to go over and suck it off. She did and when Joe had come Don told her to not to swallow but to kiss Joe until they had both shared his load. Joe was a little taken back from this but went ahead with it. Don then told Sharon to sit on the couch. He was going to shave her pussy hair. Sharon had never been completely bald before. She was a little apprehensive about this. During the time she was being shaven the door opened and in walked Angie in street clothes. Sharon blushed having been laid open for everyone to see her. Don had done a good job of shaving all the hair off of her pussy. He stuck a couple of fingers inside her pussy and noticed that she was very tight. 

After seeing her give her husband a blowjob he knew that his little dick was the one that had ever been inside of Sharon. He asked Sharon how many lovers she had had and Sharon told him that Joe was the only one. He asked her if she had every had anal sex and she said no. Don then told her that she might have too tonight if a customer was willing to pay for it. Joe's eyes lit up when Sharon said that anything goes. With that Angie sat on the couch and told Sharon to dance for her. Sharon did her best to do what Angie did last night. Angie took off her blouse and was playing with her nipple rings. This drove her wild. She looked up at Don and asked if they were going to do Sharon's nipples. Don thought that that was a great idea. Sharon didn't know what was happening. 

Before she knew what happened Don had her sit on the couch and then put something on her nipples so she wouldn't feel it and then pierced both of her nipples. When he was done what ever he put on the nipples wore off and they were sore. Angie pulled on them and she moaned. Don told her that she wasn't done dancing for Angie. Sharon got up and took off her underwear and went to pull down Angie's jeans. What Sharon found was something that she had never seen before. It looked like Angie had a man's penis attached to her body. Angie looked up and said that she was a lesbian and was going to love fucking Sharon's tight pussy and stretch it so others can enjoy it as well. Sharon was a little apprehensive about this. Angie told her to get on her knees and lube it up a little. 

After about 5 minutes Angie turned her around so she was facing Joe. She grabbed her hips and started lowering her onto her penis. Sharon's eye's lit up when the head of the cock touched her tight pussy. She looked over at Joe and you could tell in his eyes that he had bitten off more then he was willing to try. After about 5 minutes Angie had the whole 7-inch dildo buried inside of Sharon's tight passage. Sharon looked over at Joe and moaned that she had never been this filled in all of her life. At that Don laughed and dropped his pants revealing a 9-inch cock that wasn't that wide but very long. He walked over to Sharon and she leaned forward and started sucking his cock. 

After about 5 minutes she heard Don tell Angie to lie down on the floor and for me to get on top. It was time to take her anal virginity. Sharon had a look of fear on her face. Joe started to say something but didn't. He knew that this was his idea. Angie lay down and then Don proceeded to insert his cock into her tight anal passage. Sharon screamed out in pain as the head slipped passed the ring in her ass. After about 3 minutes Don had his entire dick inside her ass. She found that the experience was not that bad. He pulled out and cumed all over her back. Angie asked if she could do her ass next. Sharon shook her head no because the rubber cock was a lot wider then Don's. Sharon was lying on the floor when Don and Angie each grabbed a leg and spread them wide. Again before she noticed anything her clitoris was pierced. This caused her a lot of pain. After an hour she was still feeling the pain in both nipples but more in her pussy. She didn't know if she would be able to perform later. Angie gave her a pill and told her to take it. It was a muscle relaxer of some sort.

During the ride back to the hotel there wasn't much said between Joe and Sharon. When they reached the hotel Sharon went to take a shower and Joe joined her. He wanted to fuck her bad but Sharon wasn't in the mood. Joe was persistent and he was finally able to stick his dick inside of her. Instantly he noticed that her pussy was stretched. He could barely feel the walls of her vagina with his dick. He then turned her over and was able to slid his dick into her ass with no problem. In his head he was wondering what had he gotten into. He figured that after today's episode her pussy and anal passages would get back to normal. He had no clue as to what was going to happen later.

At 9pm Sharon was ready to go to the club. She asked Joe to stay at the hotel. She didn't want him to see her make a complete slut of herself like she knew was going to happen. Joe agreed thinking that it would make her feel better. Little did she know that Joe was going to show up in an hour when she took the stage. At 10pm Sharon took the stage and started dancing. The men were throwing dollar bills left and right. When she took off all of her clothes and started moving to the music people were yelling and screaming. After her set the DJ told the customers that now the fun begins and Sharon is all yours to do with what you please. Sharon walked around and found a guy that wanted a no hands dance. Sharon did her best to please the guy. When she was done she could feel that he had a hard on and she squeezed it and whispered in his ear that he had a nice cock. Then off she went. 

Sharon didn't notice that Joe had snuck into the bar. During her next set she was onstage fingering both her pussy and ass. This drove the guys crazy. Joe knew what was coming next and sneaked into the hands area before anyone saw him. Before long Sharon walked into the hands area with 2 huge Italians and Angie. He knew that Angie would fuck her but didn't know if the others would. Sharon had the room to herself. When she was done taking off her clothes she went up to the first guy, Tony. She removed his pants and then his boxers and before her was the biggest piece of meat she has ever seen. Sharon's eye's lit up like there was no tomorrow. 

She could barely get her hand around it and the head looked like an apple. She was able to get the head inside her mouth and that was all. Before she knew it Tony was spurting deep into her mouth. You could see Sharon swallow and swallow and swallow. How much cum did Tony give her? Enough that Sharon started leaking cum out the sides of her mouth. When Tony was done she moved her attention to Paul. She took off his pants and boxers and was rewarded with an even bigger cock. Paul's was about 9 inches and very thick. She gave him as good as blow job as she did with Tony. Paul's cock didn't spew as much cum as Tony's but it was still a lot. 

When she was done with Paul she then went over to Angie and removed her skirt and found that she had a different strap-on in place. This one was 12 inches and 4 inches wide. Sharon looked up with fear in her eyes. Angie looked down and told her to put her fingers inside her pussy, which she did. Sharon couldn't believe that they went in so easily. Angie looked at her and said that when I am done with you will never be able to be satisfied with your husband’s dick anymore. With that Joe let out a moan as he was whacking off and cum was spewing from his dick. They all turned around and started laughing as his little dick. Joe was now embarrassed. Sharon looked over at him and said, "I hope you enjoyed our little fuck earlier because I am about to be abused beyond belief and this is what you wanted and this is now what I want." 

With that Sharon jumped on top of Tony's lap and guided his gigantic penis to her pussy. The head slipped in but that is all that would go. With that Paul and Angie picked Sharon up by the waist and then lowered her trying to get as much into her pussy as they could. On about the third try Sharon told them that it was no use that she would just have to give him another blowjob. Tony looked at them and said lift her up and then let her go. Sharon didn't know what that meant but would soon find out. They lifted her up and then let go. Sharon's body weight pushed Tony's penis into her in one motion. It was a good thing that there was loud music or everyone would have heard Sharon Scream in pain as her pussy was readjusted to Tony's length and girth. 

Tony then rolled Sharon onto her back and fucked her for thirty minutes. During this time Sharon had 4 multiple orgasms. Her slick hole was now making noises as his dick kept going in and out. Finally Tony was ready to come and lunged home one last time and Sharon felt his dick smash into her cervix. It felt like Tony deposited a gallon of cum inside her body. Paul was next. He put Sharon on all fours and started pounding into her well-used and lubed pussy. He would reach around her and fondle her nipples. He would pull her rings and this would cause Sharon to moan and groan in the same voice. When he was tired he flipped her over on her back. He then pushed her knees up to the side of her head. This was new to her. If she only knew what was going to happen next. 

Paul had Angie come over and hold her feet. With his hands free he started to fondle her clit and play with the piercing. This was a new sensation to Sharon. Paul pulled out and Tony's and Sharon's cum were running down her ass. He decided to go for broke. He pinched Sharon's clit really hard forcing her to concentrate on that pain to notice that when he pinched and pulled her clit he managed to shove 5 inches into her ass. Paul pinched it again and slammed his big dick home. By the time Sharon realized what happened it was too late and she was now moaning and sucking the huge dildo that hung from Angie's body. Paul tensed up and came deep within Sharon's anus. 

Sharon lay on the floor like a limp doll. Angie then took her place and put the head of the penis into Sharon's pussy. Sharon's eyes lit up and Angie asked her how it felt. She said it was painful but was willing to try. After about 10 minutes Angie had the whole dildo buried inside of Sharon. Sharon was now moaning uncontrollably. 

With that Angie pinched her clitoris and Sharon knew what was coming. She pleaded with Angie not to fuck her in the ass. All Angie did was pinch her clit again and ram it home. Sharon screamed in pain and then after about 5 minutes was begging Angie to keep fucking her. When Angie thought that Sharon was finally satisfied she stopped fucking her. She pulled out and you could see that both her pussy and ass were used and abused. When Sharon calmed down she looked over at her husband and he was beating his meat again. She was ready to go and they left. She didn't bother putting any clothes on.

When they got back to the hotel. Joe tried to fuck her and Sharon didn't have the will to fight him. Joe got into place and put his dick into his wife. The most humiliating thing that has ever happened to Joe was when Sharon looked up at him and told him that if he was going to fuck her that he should start. Little did Sharon know that Joe had his dick buried to the hilt. In the morning Sharon woke up a little sore. They didn't do anything that day or for the next few. 

One night at midnight Joe woke up and Sharon wasn't there. He had an idea but didn't care. Sharon came home about an hour later and you could tell that she had been fucked and fucked well. She climbed up onto the bed and made Joe clean out her pussy. Joe could tell that someone with a large dick had fucked her. Sharon looked down at him and told him that she had just been gang banged by 10 guys and she loved it.

When they got home everything went back to normal except one thing. Since Joe didn't have a big enough dick to satisfy Sharon he was forced to go to the local porno shop and buy a strap on that would do the job. Sharon has even put it on and fucked Joe. But that is for later.



Big Trouble for the Bookman



Hey there. The name’s Bookman. Sam Bookman. 

I’m one of those guys who’s been around – you know, a stint in the army, a little hush-hush intelligence work, undercover cop – a little of everything. You know, Jack of all trades, master of most. Trouble is, with most lines of work, you have to put up with assholes of some description bossing you around. You know, mental midget know-nothings who think they know it all, or their daddy says they know it all, so they’re in charge. Well, I got real tired of that bullshit, so a while back I hung up my own shingle; Bookman Investigations. That’s right, I’m a P I. The money’s not real good, but I keep my own hours and some cases are pretty interesting. And best of all, I answer to nobody but myself.

The reason I’m relating this latest case of mine is because I’ve been working for some mob types lately and I need to have something set aside in writing – just in case I don’t show up for breakfast some morning. You know, a little insurance. Some of these organized crime types can be real unsociable. 

Take, for instance, the way I was introduced to my recent employer. I was at my favourite watering hole, enjoying a couple of Guinness, when I remembered I was supposed to meet a babe for drinks a few blocks away. This woman really liked to fuck and I figured I better not blow her off, or I wouldn’t be getting blown anytime soon. Anyway, it was about 9:30 p.m. when I wandered out of O’Toole’s pub. 

I turned the corner onto Main St. and was hit by a Mack truck. At least, it felt like a Mack truck. A big ham fist caught me square in the chest, then another quickly caught me on the side of the head. I went down like a sack of hammers. I looked up from the sidewalk, dazed, at three very large men standing over me. The biggest of them said, “Lou wants to see ya. Now.” With that, his partners picked me up and chucked me in the back of a limo idling at the curb. 

As I wiped some blood off the side of my face, the big man had opened me up with a large ring, I knew things were going to get interesting. Lou, “Large Lou” Monetti, was a well-known crime lord in the city and a man used to getting his own way. What he wanted with me, I had no idea, but, surrounded by his drones, there was no way to avoid the meeting. After a half-hour of silence, we pulled up at what I took to be Lou’s estate. We all got out of the car, with two goons directing me to the front door. 

After wandering down a corridor that would do a castle proud, we all entered a library. Books covered the walls, a fire was roaring and a large, leather-covered desk was graced by a bottle of port and a couple of glasses. “Here he is, Lou,” the big man obviously pointed out.

“I can see that, Frankie. Leave him here and leave us alone.” As the goons walked out, Large Lou, who looked about six foot six and three hundred pounds, walked around the desk and poured me a glass of port. He looked at the blood on the side of my face and handed my the glass. “Frankie sometimes gets a little enthusiastic in his work. No hard feelings?”

Well, what could I say? That I was going to press charges? That would have gone over like a lead balloon. I decided silence was the best bet.

Large Lou wasted no time with formalities. “Here’s the deal Bookman. I’ve heard you do good work and keep your mouth shut. You’re going to do some work for me, I’ll pay you well for it, and you won’t say a word to anyone. The problem is, I’ve heard some of my guys have an idea they can take over from me. These are assholes who work for me, right under my nose, and they have big ideas. I can’t have that.”

“I can see how that would be a problem.”

“Funny guy, I like that. Now, some of these guys are getting together, teaming up. I think a couple of them are my daughter Lucinda’s bodyguards. You’re going to check these guys out, find out what’s going on, then report back to me. Got that? I can’t have unreliable people anywhere around me.” He tossed me an envelope full of photographs. “These are the guys you’re going to check out."

I took the envelope and flipped through it. “I think I’ve got it.” For the most part, they looked like hired thugs, big men, rough looking. All kinds of problems spun through my brain.

Lou walked to the fireplace, picked up a framed photo and held it out. “And here’s my little girl.”

I stepped over to him and took a look at his little girl. Shit! She was an absolute doll! Little girl my ass. Looking at Lou’s banged up mug, I wondered what Lucinda’s mother must have looked like to produce an angel like Lucinda. She looked about 25, brunette, big dark eyes, angelic pretty face, long legs, curves, good tits – wow. Quite a package. 

I was still staring at the photo when Lou spoke again. “She looks just like her mother, God rest her soul. Now listen Bookman. Nobody will be in the house tomorrow morning. Here’s a key. You got two hours to come in and snoop around, look for information, set up a camera, whatever. Then you got the rest of the week to follow these guys, check them out. I want to hear from you on Monday. With some information. Got it? And keep in mind I know everything in this place, no light fingers my friend.”

“I got it,” I said. What else could I say? “I’ll check around and get back to you.” With that, Lou called his boys and they drove me back to O’Toole’s. I was too late to meet Bonnie and she was going to be pissed. Shit. There went my chance of getting laid for the night. Thinking of her shaved pussy and big tits made me feel worse than I already did. But what could you do? Large Lou wasn’t one to listen to reason.

I had another Guinness at O’Toole’s, then headed for my office/home/dump. I gathered up some surveillance equipment, then hit the couch.

I was at Large Lou’s place bright and early the next morning. I did a quick search of papers I saw lying around; but not in rooms Lou used, of course. I set up some micro video cameras in several rooms, a boardroom, a living room, the billiards room. Finally, I checked out Lucinda’s room. Funny, it looked like it belonged to a little girl, not a 25-year-old babe. There were dolls all over, a big four-poster bed, the usual dressers and tables; and a terrific scent that I recognized as Poison. Thinking with my little head, I wondered about putting a camera in the room, but decided Large Lou might take that personal.

Once everything was set, I took off and headed back to the office. Nothing to do now, but check the video. All the cameras had motion sensor controls, so they’d tape whatever was going on as people moved about the house. Thinking of Large Lou and his goons, I hoped something interesting would crop up. I knew he wouldn’t be happy with a negative report, or nothing to report.

When I got back to the office, I set up a comfortable chair in front of the TV I fed the video through, grabbed a beer and made a couple of sandwiches. It could be a long wait and a guy had to be prepared. I switched back and forth between the rooms and saw Large Lou kissing his daughter goodbye. Shortly after, I saw Lucinda was in the boardroom. Seven of Lou’s goons arrived in the boardroom and I thought, Ah ha. Something is going on behind Lou’s back.

But let me tell you. It wasn’t what Lou might have thought, at least, not all of it. As I watched and listened, an amazing scene unfolded. Incredible. Lou’s seven goons lined up shoulder to shoulder in the boardroom as Lucinda stood before a large table in the room. As the men stood before her, she started undressing; slowly removing her shoes, jeans and shirt. Braless, she slipped her panties down her long legs to reveal a beautiful shaved pussy, then kicked them onto the floor. 

Let me tell you, this babe had a terrific body. Long legs, raven hair, big tits, shaved pussy. All in all, a very nice package. What I thought was odd though, was that the guys stood in absolute silence as Lucinda stripped for them. Stranger yet, she hadn’t said a word either. I was wondering if my sound equipment was working right. Anyway, once she was naked, she pointed to the guy on her left. He undressed, dropping his clothes to the floor, and I noticed a gun in an armpit holster. That came off too. 

Now standing naked, with a good-sized cock at half-mast, Lucinda stepped to him and took it in her hand. After a few short strokes, he was fully hard. Still with no sound, he went and crawled up on the table and laid back, hands under his head. Once in place, Lucinda picked up her jeans and crawled up on the table beside him. She turned his head to the side, rolled up her jeans and placed them on his head. Then, as the other six men, and myself, watched, she moved to squat over the man. She spit on her fingers and swabbed her asshole with it; then slid down onto the man’s cock, facing the group.

She then stretched her legs out in front of her, taking him deeply into her hole. Now apparently comfortable, she pointed at the next man in line. He stripped, baring another large cock, and also crawled up on the table. Straddling the first man’s legs, he took his cock in hand, and, as Lucinda lay back on the first man, he slid deep into her pussy. Incredible! And all with no sound.

With two men now deep into her, Lucinda looked to the third man and curled a finger at him. I couldn’t believe it. This whole exercise was obviously choreographed. The third guy moved to stand at the table, where Lucinda took his cock in her feet and began to stroke him. 

Now, in order, the fourth man stripped, got on the table and straddled Lucinda and the man on his back, to place his cock between her tits and start slowly pumping. Number five got naked and kneeled on the table, where he entered her mouth. Finally, six and seven dropped their clothes and stood to either side of the table. Lovely Lucinda, Large Lou’s pride and joy, took them in hand and began stroking. She was fucking seven guys in silence, and in slow motion, in daddy’s boardroom. I couldn’t believe it. 

As you might expect, I had a major hard-on as I watched. I stood, dropped my drawers, whipped my cock out and began to jack off. As the slow motion fuckfest continued, all the men but the one on the bottom moved around, taking turns at her holes, hands and feet. As I watched (fascinated, I admit) I wondered how often they performed this incredible, erotic, fuckfest. They looked like they had it down to a science all appeared to be really enjoying themselves. Amazing. I’ve been lucky to enjoy a few threesomes in my day, but a seven-way fuck? Sweet.

Finally, as they came one by one in different holes or whatever, fuckable Lucinda had apparently had enough. She released most of the cocks, but continued to lie on the table man. Finally, the last man in her pussy began to drive quick and hard into her, and you could tell that, just as I came into a coffee cup that was luckily nearby, Lucinda and he came together. 

Still in silence, the pussy man withdrew and the table man wriggled out of her ass and out from under her. With Lucinda still lying on the table, all seven got dressed and left the room. I watched as Lucinda, covered in sweat, reached into her pussy and withdrew cum-coated fingers. She licked them off one by one, then dropped her arms to lay spread-eagle on the table. 

I cleaned myself up and wondered what the hell I was going to say to Large Lou.