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The Ranch

By: heryankee



When I was 16 years old mom and dad went through a nasty divorce. I loved them both, but stayed in New York when dad went out to Nevada to open his business. I was something of a nerd and wound up graduating form high school at the top of my class but still a virgin. A short while after graduation, I reached my 18th birthday. Mom decided to marry a guy she had been dating a while. She asked my dad to have me live with him. I wasn’t too happy but my dad promised me a good time so I left home and joined dad in Nevada.

Dad met me at the airport and we started our drive to the ranch. I asked him weather he raised cattle or horses on the ranch. He said, neither, his ranch was like the chicken ranch. It was a large bordello and since I was going to be there all summer he would see that I had plenty of time in the “saddle.” He said by the time I got back to New York I would know so much about women, and be so confident that women would fall all over me. It as important that I learn about women since this business would be mine. While I was there I would work as his assistant and sleep with a different woman every night. For tonight he would pick the woman, since she would be my first after that the women would decide.

After arriving at the ranch dinner was served. Thick, juicy, steak, and wonderful conversation with our companions. Both women were gorgeous and intelligent. I thought they must be managers or office staff. I did not think it was possible for women this intelligent and sophisticated to be prostitutes. But I was wrong. Allison the one who would take my virginity later that night had a master’s in psychology and was studying for her PhD. She was tall long legged and beautiful. Her auburn hair was long and hung to her shoulders. Her breasts were large and shapely. Her legs looked like they went down forever and were topped by a magnificent ass. But the most exquisite part of her was her face decorated by her large green eyes. As we talked, I lost myself in her eyes. I was totally mesmerized by them, and sure that there was no way this gorgeous creature would give me the time of the day. 

After dinner we sat and talked in the living room. Dad poured us drinks and the conversation got spicy. Dad’s date, Virginia fished his cock out of his pants and began to suck on it. Allison pulled me up and led me out of the room.

She said. “I’d rather do than watch. There is a nice hot tub on the deck get ready and I’ll meet you there in 10 minutes." 

“Sure Allison.” And I rushed off to my room.

A short while later I was at the hot tub. Allison arrived, wearing a fluffy white robe. She dropped it to the floor, revealing her beautiful, naked body to me. I knew that, her auburn hair was natural. Her large breasts fascinated me. I could not stop looking at her. She smiled and looked at my trunks. The bulge in them, was getting bigger.

“Those trunks have to come off. Are you going to stand there all day gawking or are you going to join me?”

She slid into the water gracefully and watched me as I removed my trunks. Allison watched me, her eyes, holding mine. She said. “That looks tasty do you mind if I try it.” As she licked her lips, leaving no doubt as to what she meant. Her hand went to my cock and she pulled it to her mouth, kissing just the tip. I groaned at this new sensation. Then, her mouth opened and Allison took my hard penis into her mouth the warm wetness of it was like nothing I ever felt. Her lips enclosed the head, and her tongue caressed it. Without warning I erupted into her sucking mouth. She sucked me deep, and swallowed all but a little that drained out of the corner of her mouth. Allison gathered what was on her lips and dribbling out of the corner of her mouth on her finger tip. She looked into my eyes, and slowly licked my cum off. “Tasty” she said. “Next time you will last longer now that I’ve taken the edge off. Was that your first time?” I nodded yes, and she said. “Don’t worry, by morning you will know what to do.”

Allison pulled me into the hot tub, took my hands in hers, and guided them to her breasts. “Do they feel nice?” I nodded my head and she smiled. She then guided my hands to her nipples rubbing them with my palm. “Yes! Do that! Just like that, you are making me feel so good. If you do that, every woman will want you to play with her tits. Now pinch the nipple a little, not too hard. Yes! OOOOOOOOOOOOhhh, so good.”

She pulled my head down, lifting one breast to my lips. “Kiss it, suck the nipple. I know you want to. Don’t stop.” I did and soon she was caressing my hard cock once again. “Try and hold it back now I’m going to suck you again now. If you make it last longer, it will feel great when you cum.” 

Allison led me out of the hot tub and had me sit on the lounge next to it. She placed a towel next to me and knelt on the deck. She lifted my cock, and kissed my balls. “Spread your legs, I want to lick your calls for a little bit.” I spread my legs, and her head descended between them. Her mouth opened and took one ball inside. Her tongue began to lick and caress it. Then she began to moan around it. The pre-cum began to drip from the tip. Her hand caressed the head, getting it slippery with the pre-cum. Then her hand began to travel up and down my shaft, getting me closer to release.

“Slow down honey you will never survive the night with me if you cum so fast. I like lots of sex.” Then her head went to the top of my cock. “If you hold out for 10 minutes I promise you a very special treat tomorrow night.” This time her mouth descended onto my cock all the way. She took it deep into her throat, her lips caressing my pubic hair. She pulled off and looked at me. “Watch me as I suck your cock.” The she went down again. I began to sweat and tremble as she continued this treatment. Slowly, getting closer to the ten minute time, and, to the treat promised for tomorrow. Her hands went to my balls as she began to caress them again. She began to hum, and the vibrations were driving me crazy. I began too moan as the tension built up. The pre-cum was running like a river. Allison was constantly swallowing to keep from drowning. Two minutes to go and then I couldn’t help it, my eruption blasted into the back of her throat causing her to choke and pull off of my spurting cock. Her face was getting covered with my sperm. Reaching for the towel, she cleaned us both off. “Next time warn a girl, so that she can decide whether or not she wants to swallow it. Eight minutes not bad for a virgin. Let’s shower and go to bed. I guarantee you won’t be a virgin by tomorrow.

Allison took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. She slowly washed me and caressed every inch of my body. She soon handed me the soap and guided my hands over her breasts and ass. The sensation of my hands gliding over my slippery body soon had me hard. Her mouth joined mine, and she taught me how to kiss her. Out tongues dueled until the water started turning cold. Then she led me out into the bedroom, and dried both of us off. Ordinarily, I use a condom with every customer, being that you are a virgin I will not use one with you, because I know you are safe. After tonight you must use a condom with every woman you are with. If you do that you can ride me bareback anytime. If you don’t use a condom, just once, then you are putting yourself at risk as well as any sexual partners you might be with. I do not have sex with any of the customers. I deal with their submissive fantasies. I often do them with a strap on, or have them masturbate in front of me. This makes you very special. Oh and I’m on the pill too, so I won’t get pregnant.”

We got on the bed together, and she guided me above her. Allison lifted her knees, and took my cock in her hand. Looking into my eyes she rubbed the head on her wet slit, lubricating it for her. Her hips tilted up and her other hand pushed onto my buttocks thrusting me into her. She pulled me closer, until our pubic hair meshed. The warm slippery wetness was better than her mouth had been. “Now you’re not a virgin anymore. Fuck me, make me cum. Finish the job she whispered” I began to slowly pump in and out of her, wanting it to last. I was afraid that she would no longer let me do this if I didn’t satisfy her. Her hips matched my rhythm and soon we were moving like we knew what the other wanted. Our speed increased and soon we were close. Allison was able to Time her climax to coincide with mine. We both collapsed in a sweating, and screaming heap.

To be continued.

The Ranch



[ "Strike".]

Subtitle: "The Ranch".

Chapter 1. (The birth of "Strike"--the stallion)

I had been out at the ranch for three days helping foal the mares, and riding-the-perimeter fence: Sleeping-out on the prairie for two of them. With the barest of supplies: A wool blanket, a canteen of water, jerky; and oats for Strike, my spirited piebald stallion--a container of cool lemon wipes, a large jar of Vaseline, and the necessary ropes, of course!

I love Strike. I helped birth him, staying up for over 30 hours straight; seeing his mare through her hard delivery: Washing her down periodically with warm water through the length of her ordeal. She neither ate not took drink the whole time, and I laid with her in the hay, when it was uncertain she would make it through the night, into the next day.

In the early hours of the morn, she let me know, that it was time. I pulled with all my might on his hooves and finally, exhaustingly, he entered the world.

Within the hour, mare and foal, were up on their feet. Strike wobbling precariously on four too-long spindly legs, set at tripod angles to one-another. I collapsed there in the hay and slept like there was no tomorrow, stirred by mare and colt licking and nudging me into consciousness.

That's when It all began, the bond between Strike and I, I mean, for whereas the mare, snorted at my ears to awaken me, her newly born, was nuzzling at my fanny!

Chapter 2. (Virginia takes a shit in the prairie.)

I don't wear panties on the farm, and love the freedom, and coolness, of a loose denim skirt, just in case I have to go potty out in the chaparral with the cowboys around. It is relatively easy to pretend to be squatting down, picking a desert flower, or inspecting a budding cactus bloom, letting my stiff denim skirt bell out around me, touching the scorched earth with its hem, and just go pee-pee, or drop a load, right there under me, if the urge insists.

No one knows, or suspects, I think, and I always choose a spot on the ground to squat over, that has a sizable stone, or dead clump of wood, there, so that my log doesn't stand out on the flat bare surface of the land, and if I linger there for just half a minute, even, the parched earth sucks-up the torrent of my pee-pee, leaving the barest stain of dampness. When I rise my droppings are virtually undetectable, even from a distance of a few feet only, or from the saddle of a horse--assuming the wind is blowing in the right direction, that is.

Chapter 3. (Virginia is interrupted while dropping a log, and pisses in her cowgirl boots.)

I almost got caught, on one occasion, when the charge-hand came up quietly behind me. I had been caught short, out on the prairie, after a large breakfast, and more coffee than I apparently needed.

I was squatting there, playing with a cactus bloom, when I heard something behind me. My log was hanging out of my pooh-hole about 6 inches, and I felt, that wasn't the half of it! I had woken-up famished that morning and wolfed-down, double helpings of grits, and bacon and eggs, and beans and biscuits, washed down with three large mugs of hot, black coffee! 

I flushed scarlet, on the thought that he had heard me grunting, for my log had to be over four inches in diameter, and my ass-hole was being stretched to the max, through the slow delivery. 

I was stuck, there, and didn't know what to do.

The Charge-hand said, cordially, "What you up to down there missy?"

I answered back meekly, "Oh, just admiring the lovely desert blooms. I just love it when the cactus flowers, don't you?"

"Oy' can't rightly say, missy, I don't ken to such--observations--niv'r have, an' I guess, niv'r will."

I feigned interest, by saying, "Oh--?"

I was trying desperately To suck the monster back up into the dark, mysterious hole, from whence it had just insistently emerged, by a sort of reverse sphincter muscle action, but it was too big, and rough, to even consider returning to its hot, fuming cave. No, it wanted out! And that was that.

"Well, missy, are you gonna' stay down there all day long, we gots cattle to move, an' they aint' gonna' git' herded playing with no desert flowers, that's fir sure. Do ya' need a hand down there getting back into yo' saddle missy?"

I screeched, "No!"

Then regained my composure, and added in a calm guilty voice, 

"No-no thank you. I can manage very well, but thank you for the offer."

Piss had been driveling out of my vulva all the time that I had been talking to the charge-hand, and it was all I could do to restrict its flow to a minimum, from the usual gushing torrent, that would have undoubtedly have been heard.

I arose slowly, and the piss ran down the insides of my thighs, down my legs and began to fill my boots.

I walked gingerly over to my horse, with about 8 inches of log hanging out of my bung hole now.

I said, "You go ahead, I'll catch you up in a minute."

The charge-hand grinned and moved off slowly in the direction of the bellowing steers.

Chapter 4. (Virginia pisses like a racehorse and farts.)

I sidled around the flank of my horse, and when the intruder was some way off, I opened my legs wide, and pissed like a race-horse, from the standing position. I lifted the back-end of my skirt, bent over resting my shoulder against my steed. I grabbed hold of the massive log protruding out of my quaking bung-hole with my other hand, and I yanked on it firmly, ripping another 10 inches from my bulging hole. It came thundering out of my ass like a rattle snake slithering out of a drain pipe, and made a noise like the guts falling out of the belly of a bovine, hanging stunned, by it's ankles, as it underwent its personal slaughter. I always felt sorry for the cattle, but I love my steak and onions.

My ass-hole slammed shut, instantly, but was immediately followed by a gigantic blast of pooh-hole gas that sounded like a ship's fog-horn sounding off in the dead of night; the aroma made my eyes water. It must have been the onions. The charge-hand, who was now some 20 yards away, turned and hollered,

"Be sure to bury that thing missy, I don't want any of my men slipping and a'sliding and breaking no darn leg-bone out here today! Ya' hear me...?"

"What a cheek! OoOoOW!", muttered the cowgirl, Virginia.

Chapter 5. (The cowhands shoot semen over her shit.)

The down-side is that out on the prairie I can't wipe, of course, or the cow-hands will spot the white of the paper towel from afar, and want to come see my logs, and sniff them. I made that mistake some time back, and it was all the foreman could do to keep the hands from gathering around my deposit, four or five at a time, kneeling down in a circle poking it with sticks to get the scent of it up into the air, and masturbating furiously, shooting their loads, along its length, from tip to tip--drenching all 18 inches of it with their thick, creamy jizz. The foreman had to get a shovel from the chuck wagon, and bury it, because some of the drovers were going back two and three times, and by the time they had shot their third load, they were good for nothing, and worse than useless on the trail.

I felt a little bit guilty for having disrupted the crew, until I caught the foreman himself, spurting his load into the shallow grave of my shit too. Men! OoOoOW! They're all the same.

At the end of the day at least eight of the hands had to be carried back to the ranch laid out in the back of the chuck wagon, their horses trailing at the rear, tied to the hitch by their halters: The exhausted cowhands out-for-the-count, snoring, as they slept, from a long hot day's cattle drive, and numerous intense orgasms, from wanking their cocks, and shooting their loads over my shit. The foreman would have been really mad at me, if he were awake, that is. Why, he was one of the first in the back of the wagon, since I saw him go back to the grave of my log, time after time throughout the day, exhuming my shit, and beating himself dry over it all day long, then burying it again. He had done a lot of digging that day, and a lot of wanking too; I felt honored.

Chapter 6. (Virginia's baby is born out of her turd.)

A seed must have got stuck to my log when it was buried, because out of the grave of my turd grew the most enormous single shaft cactus you could imagine. It was thick, and straight, with a little curve to its length, and at the very top it has a large round knob to it that blooms from time to time sporting a purple-red flower. When the flower dies, seed pouches burst open from its center, and shoot into the air, being carried every-which-way the wind blows. It must be a male cactus, it seems. 

It dwarfs all the other cacti around, and every time I see it, my heart flutters with a pang of pride, as I see my baby, standing tall and proud. I was going to have it dug up and potted, and donate it to the nearest campus. I want all of my babies to go to college, one way or another.

Chapter 7. (Virginia waters her baby.)

I had marked the spot where my pooh-pooh had been buried, and tended my little baby every time I passed that way, caressing its thorny rubbery little shaft, from the very instant it broke through the earth into the light of day. I would sing to it, and piss on it, giving it the benefit of a watering.

Chapter 8. (Virginia gets cactus spines in her cunt, and is fucked.)

When it got about 8 inches tall, I squatted over it, and opened my vulva to give it a good irrigating. I forgot that he had grown so tall, and he stung me in my open pussy! I must have jumped at least 6 foot into the air. I was in so much pain that the cook and the charge hand had to hold me down on my back, with my legs pulled wide apart, and held fast up over my shoulders, while the foreman rummaged through my pungent labia, with his course hands, pulling cactus spines, out of my sloppy cunt.

It took over an hour to get them all, and the last half dozen, were dug in so deep that he had to pull them out with his teeth, sucking hard until enough of the thorn protruded, then teasing it out, bit by bit. He was very good at that, and it surprised me, considering the coarseness of his outer exterior. I was somewhat embarrassed, because it was the last day out on the trail, and I hadn't washed my pussy once, or wiped my ass in three days.

When they were sure my cunt was free of thorns, they took turns, one on each leg, holding them back and open, while the spare one fucked me every which way to Sunday. They were very careful not to come in my love-tunnel. They didn't want any complications with an unanticipated pregnancy, so two of them shot their loads in my ass, and the other came down my throat. I reckoned I owed them that, for their help. I came three times, and squirted over each of them in succession; I always squirt when I come.

Nothing was ever mentioned about the episode again, and before I left, I scolded my baby cactus, and shit around the base of it, for fertilizer. The come had liquefied in my ass by then, and flowed out readily, watering the parched earth, and I gave it the last few drops of my piss; all what was left from squirting as I came, whilst fucking earlier. All of this is to be expected by a girl, out on a cattle run--not the cactus spines in the cunt, mind you, that was an accident-- but the gang fucking, I mean... Just another day out on the trail, I guess.

Chapter 9. (Virginia defoliates her baby.)

When my baby cactus had grown close to 2 foot in height, I decided to ride out alone, one day, to see it--privately.

I took my manicure box with me.

I found it standing there, all alone in the sun.

For hours, I painstakingly sat there, clipping each and every thorn from the first 18 inches, of its phallus, body--pulling them out, one by one, by the root with my tweezers.

Down at the base of the cactus bulged two outgrowths. I left the spines intact over the bottom 6 inches of the cactus shaft and over the two knobble edema. They resembled a tight, pert, hairy scrotum sack, with a pair of large testicles quietly slumbering inside.

Chapter 10. (Virginia makes love to her baby.) 

When, finally, I was done, I stripped off, and pissed over my defoliated baby, and polished it with my woolen horse blanket. It was shiny, squeaky clean, and--bald.

I caressed it, and loved it. It seemed to know what I wanted. I was sure I could feel it quivering in my hand, as I opened my mouth wide, and pushed it deep into my throat. Its cool shaft a good 4 inches in diameter at the rounded top-end.

I loved my baby, and took a full tube of Aloe Vera hand lotion: I gently applied a liberal coating of the thick white cream up and down the full length of its shaved shaft. I rubbed the excess on my gash, and bung hole. My baby had gotten very big, and I wondered if I would be able to do it even?

Chapter 11. (Virginia gasps as her cunt opens wide.)

I straddled over the top of my cactus baby, my legs open as wide as I could manage. I located its huge green rounded head dead-center of my love-tunnel, the Aloe Vera driveling down its hairless length, then I descended.

I gasped as my pussy-hole opened to take the full girth of my baby. I swallowed about 3 inches of the rigid shaft, on the first descending run. My nipples sprang out of me, and filled with blood, aching with shock and pleasure.

I rose, pulling my labia just off the top of the head. My love-hole slammed shut, and I gasped again, as a shudder ran throughout my entire body. My torso muscles tightened and my tits rose up and bounced up and down slightly. They were standing up proud, sticking out full, and firm from the silky smooth tanned skin of my upper body. My tummy sucked in of its own accord, pulling my waist tight, and my ribs could be visibly counted as they protruded through the skin. My thigh and calf muscles were bulging, and my mouth drooped open; the lower jaw jutting out and quivering, as I let out a deep, guttural, earthy sigh, followed by a low, slow moan. The color of the landscape washed out, as my pupils dilated, and my breathing became deep and hot. I started to pant.

On the second run down the massive rod, My dripping love-hole opened and engorged twice the length--close to six inches. My head snapped backward on my neck, and my brain reeled as a wave of intense pleasure rocketed into it. I was shouting out gibberish, and snapping at the air with my teeth, I rose again, my tits bouncing, my red stiff nipples standing out from them almost an inch and a half, my cunt made a dull gurgling noise as I left the head, and my pee-pee hole squirted twice with a loud hiss, as the jet of golden warm piss, blasted past the tip of my engorged rigid clitoris, and power cleaned under my prepuce.

Chapter 12. (Virginia takes it deep, and her nipples hit her chin.)

On my third run, I took a full 8 inches into my hole, and I screamed and cursed at God, the angels and at the Heavens above, in utter ecstasy, and pure hedonistic bliss. My bung-hole opening and closing unto itself, outside of my express control, my body convulsing , and quaking, my tits bouncing up and down some 5 inches, my nipples grazing my chin on the up stroke.

The muscles in my body, bulging and aching for oxygen, my lungs pumping furiously, my heart pounding in my chest, sweat dripping from the strands of my hair, and off the end of my chin.

I kicked into gear, and started pumping, up and down faster and faster, the full 8 inches. I was bent over now, the palms of my hands flat on the floor in front of me, and the gigantic solid green phallus rammed deep into my throbbing, wet, creamy vulva.

Chapter 13. (Virginia's orgasm builds into first stage.)

I was pumping at breakneck speed, and felt the first stage of my orgasm locking in. My tits were now dangling under me and swinging so hard that they were alternately smashing into my face, on one stroke, then back the other way, hitting me in the abdomen on the reverse stroke.

Chapter 14. (Virginia lactates and drinks milk.)

For almost two years now, I had massaged my tits daily, for at least two to three hours a day, using hot towels, and special massage oils and balms. The discipline is an ancient technique used throughout Asia and China for centuries, and will add two to three cup sizes to your breasts if done religiously, and properly. One draw back, though, is that you will start to lactate. I use pads now, because my breasts would run like taps if I heard a baby cry, even if I was just walking through the mall, or out sitting in the park, and I would have to rush home and change my blouse, or top, and squeeze my tits empty, into a cup, or bowl, before I could go out again. I would save the milk in the refrigerator, and use it for my cereal at breakfast, or just as a cold drink at night before I went to bed. I never wasted my milk, that would be such a sin. Most times though, I would just pull my breasts up and push my stiff nipples into my mouth and suck and bite them hard, squeezing my bulging tits at the same time, like a bagpipe player in reverse; guzzling my warm milk as I watched T.V. at night on the couch, or in the bathroom stall at work, on my break.

Chapter 15. (Virginia steps up the pace, and squirts her milk.)

But, here, I couldn't catch them and they were swinging wild under me as I rammed the shaft of the huge cactus pole into my steaming wet cunt. The milk squirting out of both nipples non stop, like water out of a shower-head.

I felt the second and last stage of my orgasm latching, and I knew, that the next stage would be it!

Chapter 16. (The horse drinks her milk.)

I straightened up vertically, pumping hard up and down on my cactus cock, and screaming and yelping in delirious pleasure, my tits, had gotten so full of milk, And so heavy that I had to hold them underneath: I didn't want to get stretch marks! I squeezed them hard and the multi-jet sprays shot out of my turgid nipples a good three feet. My horse had moved near to me and was feeding greedily on the squirting milk, catching it in mid air, and licking the runoff from his muzzle. It was better than wasting it, I thought, and tried to direct as much of it his way as I could, given the circumstances.

Chapter 17. (Virginia gets her fix.)

Then, out of the blue, the third orgasmic lock-on kicked in, and I felt a shiver as a massive overdose of red hot endorphin was pumped directly into my rushing bloodstream--headed on an express train, bound singularly for my throbbing hypothalamus.

As the endorphin found its mark, the pleasure wave hit me like a ton of bricks. I was at the top of my phallus stroke, with only an inch of cactus shaft in my cunt-hole. My body froze! Then started to shudder and quake. My milk hit the horse in the eyes and frightened him. My ass-hole opened wide, and stayed open, until a huge long slippery log slithered slowly out of it earthbound. My head snapped back, and I could hear my vertebra cracking like popcorn in a kettle of sizzling butter.

Chapter 18. (Virginia ruins her nail varnish.)

I was on my toes, when the second orgasmic wave hit me. It was so crushing that it curled my toes, and dug them into the hard sun-scorched earth under me. My nail-varnish splintering and chipping off as they raked at the ground.

I was afraid, but before I could do anything to put a stop to it, the massive third wave of white-hot steaming endorphin, flooded my brain's sex-organ, like a hormonal tidal wave, devastating every sense in its path!

Chapter 19. (Virginia is supported by her cunt-hole.)

It was so hot, so powerful, so, so, potent, that it lifted both my feet clear off the ground and up over my head! 

I dropped my tits, and threaded my arms and upper body through my legs, and locked my ankles securely behind my head.

I was balancing there on the end of the 2 foot long 4 inch diameter cactus cock, lathered to the hilt with thick, white, creamy Aloe Vera hand cream, my tits shooting warm milk out in all directions, my pee-pee hole squirting jets of piss some 10 foot into the air, shooting clear over the horse, landing close to 20 foot away, and a huge, 12 inch log slithering out of my ass-hole; and, I was shaking and quivering and convulsing in the throes of a level three blistering orgasm!




The Ranch



The only thing that kept me from falling over was; the orgasm I was going through had cramped every muscle in my body, and my vagina had a death-grip around the top 2 inches of the cactus-cock shaft. My love-tunnel muscle is so powerful, and the grip is so, so, tight, that my pussy was supporting all of my weight, balanced on the tip of the mighty green giant, itself!

Chapter 20. (Stiff shit, and complaints.)

Virginia had been eating a strict diet lately, of oats, grits and bananas, and consequently, her shits were very long, dry, and compacted. She had been dropping 20 to 22 inchers, and they come out stiff and rigid!

Since her new diet, there have been--complaints, though: Excessive time spent in the bathroom! Several of the cowhands had to go potty in the yard, and two of them got caught short and shit their britches! All of this was brushed under the carpet for a while, until a visiting, real estate lawyer, called-in to assess the liquidity of the ranch, inadvertently stepped into one of the cowhand's more liquefied mud-pies, and slipped ass-over-tit, fracturing his collar bone. The drovers also complained about the grunting, panting and screaming noises coming from the bathroom as Virginia struggled to give birth to her reluctant ass-babies. Of course, there is grousing about all the banging and hammering that follows her shits too, as she labored to break her logs into three or four pieces with a stick, before they would flush clean around the bend! The men didn't like it!

Chapter 21. (Virginia was in another world of orgasmic pleasure.)

Virginia had no idea of what was happening to her at the moment. Here brain was all-at-sea, afloat in a potent mixture of adrenaline, dopamine, serotonin and endorphin hormones. The rush, had bludgeoned her sensibilities. Her bruised reality saw only a fluid landscape, where sounds melted into colors, and shapes morphed from one form into another, in a seamless, never-ending kaleidoscope of liquid flowing structures.

Virginia had no idea that she was balanced on the end of a 24 inch greased phallus any longer, as she floated in and out of reality, her brain swamped in an ocean of virulent hormones. She was being held aloft by nothing more than the sheer clamping power of her hot pink pungent vent, fueled by the immense power of her orgasm, and the endorphins that it produces, alone!

Chapter 22. (Virginia spews and frightens her horse.)

Another terrifying wave of hot hormonal cocktail hit her sex-organ, and threw her head back then forward again--violently! Her mouth opened wide, and projectile vomit shot out of her head with surprising force. It hit her horse, right in the hay-hole, as he was feeding on her tit milk. 

The animal reared and ran off, kicking and neighing, and whinnying like a spoiled brat-of-a-horse, that he really is! Virginia saw and heard something totally different though. What she saw was a throng of beautiful bridesmaids, dressed in chartreuse, polyester, fully-pleated dresses, dancing wildly, at her wedding party, and what she heard was the plaintive ultra-sonic mating call of frogs, and cockroaches--she spewed twice more, empting her belly fully.

The sun was dropping, and the shadows grew long, and from a distance, bathed in the yellow-red light of a late afternoon's setting sun, perched there atop a glistening green cock in the middle of nowhere; body folded in two, head thrown back skyward, golden locks, glinting in the dying rays; legs thrown wide apart, vertically inverted in a perfect vee; feet arched, toes pointing up into the cloudless void; rainbows flashing around her as the diminishing light refracts out of golden droplets of piss spraying out from her quivering clout; fountains of warm milk water-falling from her pouting teats in delicate white parabolic curves; steam billowing up from out of her open frozen mouth, cutting through the calm of a cool, pregnant, desert's air... Why, she looked just like a beautiful alien flower taken root there; plucked from out of the stars themselves, or transplanted from a strange, and wonderful planet lost in the skies, many light-years past our, possible, imagination...

Chapter 23. (Tribes, phalluses, nuts and tea.)

The high desert was old. The nomadic indigenous peoples of the land had lived here for countless generations. They roamed around the plateau free and natural -- unfettered, unregulated -- unconnected. No one knew when they were around, because they were never seen, but one always felt they were there--watching, documenting, recording--Just like Candid Camera...!

Virginia was into nothing else right now but the soul-shattering waves of pure pleasure radiation out from the center of her vulva.

She was two inches impaled upon a 24 inch green giant, at a 4 inch diameter girth, with a shaved 18 inch shaft; and, 6 inches of bristles covering an 8 inch diameter base; where two tight scrotum nuts, glared up at her, and from her lofty perch, she felt they were inviting her to slip down and have tea with them...!

Her stiff, shit log, was hanging out of her overstretched bung-hole close to 16 inches--and descending--and it wasn't half-ways out yet, and boy---Was it thick, and sturdy! Hell, any reasonable person would have called a proctologist out for half of this, but Virginia, was deep in the grip of a level three orgasm! She wasn't a part of this world any longer---she was the captive prisoner, of her burning erotic drive, and latent anal desire: Just one orgasm away from absolute---oneness---between her sexual lust, and her learned morality. She soothed herself by humming a little tune, as she watched the bridesmaids dance, and the frog eat the cockroach.

Chapter 24. (Virginia begins her sexual descent.)

A breeze blew over the flatness of the prairie, and bathed her body in its thick, fluid gaseous soup. The part realization, sent goose bumps rippling over her flesh, which had the effect of diminishing her orgasmic dominated world, bringing her back into the mundane realm of reality. Her vaginal muscles, loosing their grip; she descends over the oiled cactus pole a full 6 inches. Her stiff turd, touches-down onto the ground. She comes again, on the strength of the cactus-decent; her pussy muscle locks around the cactus-proboscis like a distraught wife's strangle-hold around her husband's neck, after finding the sniff of foreign cunt-juice on his jockey-shorts...

"OoOoOoOW! Men! You wait...you bastards! OoOoOoOW! Cock-suckers!" she thought.

Chapter 25. (Virginia is fucked by her baby and by her shit log.)

Virginia's cunt-grip relaxes, and she descends upon the slippery staff of the upper desert phallus, but this time, her stiff, oat, grit banana turd, is also pushed back into her bung-hole, and she registers the experience of being fucked in both her holes at the same time.

In her endorphin blasé, she feels it is not, her, responsibility to sort-out the 'coming' protocol. It matters not whether she comes in her ass-hole, or in her love-tunnel hole, as long as she comes, that's all; so she just shudders and loves it--hole for hole!

Chapter 26. (Virginia goes down with the sun.)

As the sun dropped down toward the horizon, so did Virginia drop down her greased trunk, her pussy and her pooh-pooh hole taking the split force of their combined penetration into her. She came again, screaming into the empty desert, her voice, propagating out from her impanation of neat! erotic desire, diminishing in intensity, as it spreads along the cooling sun-baked floor; flowing away from the epicenter, dying, eventually, into the constant ambient noise of barren wilderness, ending up as nothing more than just a dull hum... A constituent vibration; an integral part of the status quo.

Chapter 27. (Virginia's cunt opens wider.)

Virginia's tolerance for endorphin-rush hormones quadruple, and her cunt opens wide! 

She descends the cactus pole a good 8 inches, and her ass-hole re-swallows her oat shit. The shriek from her lungs, drives every rodent back into its burrow, within a 2 mile radius of the event! Virginia writhes on her poles of pleasure and pain, and fleeting memories of a simpler time rush past her consciousness, and are not remembered, not even for a single second. Virginia was in -- "The Here And Now" -- gasping at her orgasms, and pissing like a racehorse.

Chapter 28. (Virginia descends further into her orgasm.)

Her pee-pee hole squirts with a vengeance, but she is at a lower altitude now, and at a different attitude to the ground from there, so her piss blasts haplessly into the dust: Her horse stands its ground from far-off, goring the earth... Virginia, has slipped down her green cactus shaft, to the six inch diameter level. Her pussy would normally feel as if it was about to split wide apart, but the endorphin anesthesia allows her a margin of pain delay between acceptance of her present pleasure situation and alarmed panic due to the pain. She comes to orgasm again, and her cunt grabs the slippery post, halting the final arrival.

She feels she is quiet, but in reality she is screaming and howling like a banshee.

Her shit is fucking her ass-hole, and her cunt is threatening to be split in two as she slides down the shaved shaft of her baby. 

At the bottom, her ring will have re-swallowed most of her shit. Her cunt is being stretched wider than her mother told her she would have to ever endure...! 

Perhaps this is what it takes to be a woman, these days... Virginia really didn't know...?

All she knew was that while she was thinking about all of this, her attention became split, and she lost her pussy-grip. Her vulva relaxed and opened: She resumed her inexorable slide down the cactus-shaft--further and further down she went--approaching her sultry destiny. Why, this was the very reason she had come here today. She would have to be brave. She would have to take the risk. The risk that she could do this--and still live to tell the story!

Chapter 29. (Virginia runs out of cunt.)

At a certain point of descension the realization of her very mortality came crashing in on her sensibilities. The horror found its maxim when she discovered that she had run out of cunt. Her giant green cactus-cock hadn't finished fucking her yet though. It wanted into her more and more, but its turgid head, and ever widening rigid shaft still had some-ways to go before it was satisfied. Virginia had given it all she had to give; there--was--no more to give! She was tapped-out. She had reached the top-end of her love-tunnel! That's all she had. She had nothing left in reserve. She had given it all. She wanted to call it off, but that posed a problem for her--and her impending worsening situation. She was in the middle of the desert. The sun was dropping fast. No one knew where she was. She was all alone, impaled on a gigantic green cactus-cock, and it was fucking her deep, and it wanted all of her--and more.

Now, trapped in a love tryst, with the epitome of an uncaring, impartial representative symbol of The Phallus, Virginia sensed that she had flown too close to the sun. She had miscalculated. Now, when the chips were down--she had come-up short! Now, at this critical juncture, she found she didn't have the stomach for this level of play. Now, She was forced to re-evaluate the outcome. She had to face her---limitations. She would have to face defeat. She would have to face failure. She would have o face her---mortality! Virginia had never lost before--she simply didn't know how to.

Virginia always believed that her cunt could solve all her problems, get her anything she desired: She believed in her deepest thoughts, that she could rule the world with her clout: Like Cleopatra, Helen of Troy---just like Aphrodite herself--even! Foolishly, she brazenly went up against The Phallus, with nothing more than just her vulva, and as a consequence of her impetuousness, she was being brought to task for her naive audacity, and quaint impertinence: She was being slowly impaled, and there was nothing she could do to stop it this time.

"Hera...!" she called out into the wilderness.

"Hera, help me. Tell Odin I am sorry. Ask him to pardon me for what I have done" her voice was pitiful, but had a twinge of arrogance underneath its thin outer shellac of repentance.

"Isis, come to me-I need you." she pleaded in an unconsciously commanding tone, "Bring me back to into the open accepting arms of Nature Herself, Oh! Sweet Mother Earth Isis..." implored Virginia.

The cool desert wind whistled across a featureless plain, and Virginia strained to turn its aural contortions into words sent from the Goddesses she held close to her heart.

"Cassandra, please help me...don't lie to me, please Cassandra. I am Woman, just as you are." tell me, are you there...?

"Mary...Oh--hh! Mary Magdalene, please. I have sinned, but no more than you. Come, tend one of your own. Mary help me please I beg of you..."

"Pandora! I'm afraid. If I let my sins out of the box, I may never be able to close the lid on them again. Please, Oh! Please Pandora, help me to keep my evil spirits locked away from the world. Please, please come help me. I don't know how long I can hold out: My cunt is getting tired, and I can't hold on too much longer!" whimpered Virginia.

"Mothers...Oh fickle mothers of mine! Why do you forsake me in my hour of need? I am---Woman---just as you, I have sucked cock, and swallowed hot creamy semen, by the pint! I have taken it in my ass -- and although I pretend to simply - put-up with it - 'for His pleasure only', secretly I fucking love it when he is balls-deep up my dark, mysterious, comfortable -- messy-fudge-factory, playing snooker with my turds, knocking my boulders around with his chalked-meat-cue; like Inhofe The Red - the bugger! I have done nothing more, or less, than you..." Virginia sobbed silently to herself, and the mirror of her heart threatened to shatter into a thousand razor-sharp shards, each reflecting a different, divergent, aspect of the same issue... 

"Do I not feel? Do I not cry for my sisters? Do I not serve as you do? Do I not bleed with you every month? I am as you are...Oh! Mothers of my Womanhood, come to me now. I need you in my arms. Hug me. Kiss me. Feel me, for my heart beats in my chest, galloping side by side, valiantly, with your own. Come to Virginia, and we will celebrate, and kiss, and laugh, and cry...and wonder what it all means--and why...? But alas, my time grows short my mothers, one and all." implored Virginia.

"I have--been a--naughty girl, and I have always strived to do the right thing... But I loved my daddy so, so, much--and he loved me, more--much more than he loved mommy, he told me... every time he did it to me, he would tell me how much more he love me. More! ...Oh--hh! Yes, much more than he ever loved mommy--He told me Pandora. He promised! ...He promised...! Hera! Cassandra! Tell me he didn't lie to me--TELL ME!" hissed Virginia.

Virginia was talking to the Gods--Talking into the void. All of her mothers, all of her Goddesses, stood there in the Heavens looking down upon her with interest, but they all had their arms locked under their husband's. Out here, in the darkening prairie, Virginia was all alone--and she was in a fight for her very life. The mighty Phallus had her impaled upon its powerful shaft, and it wanted its satiation from her. Virginia, had bravely pitted her cunt alone against the malevolent force, but she had run out of rope --- unless --- unless she could use her inherent female honesty, and empathic sense of motherhood to help her get the edge. There was a slim chance for her to survive the ordeal if she got the upper hand, and kept her head, but did she have the courage to go all the way? That was the question...!

Virginia decided her survival of trial-by-Phallus, was to bare her soul, to her mother--to all of her Mothers--Nay, to all of Womanhood!

Chapter 30. (The Confession.) 

"Okay, I admit it! Mother---hear me Mother now, in my darkest hour of need! Yes, I always wanted my daddy ever since I could remember, is that what you need me to say mother?"

All daughters are in love with their daddy, it was natural. I just happened to walk in on him that day. I had gotten off work early, due to my 18th birthday, and had ran home excitedly. I wanted to see what presents I had gotten. I remember rushing in through the back door, and going straight to the refrigerator. I was parched and drank orange juice right out of the carton. Daddy taught me that.

Chapter 31. (Virginia's Womb meets The Phallus.)

Virginia slipped down the cactus-cock another inch. She was now 9 inches impaled, and the head of the Phallus was ramming into the base of her womb.

Chapter 31. (Victoria saw her parents doing it.) 

As I swallowed the last of the juice, I stopped, and could hear sounds. I listened...and they were the same sounds that I used to hear, from mommy and daddy's bedroom years ago.

They would wake me up, and I would be afraid. I would run down the hall, and open mommy and daddy's bedroom door very quietly, and I would see him doing it to her! 

She was always on her knees, her face sideways across the flat of the bed--distorted: Her teeth hanging out of her head--screaming, she was always screaming.

Daddy would be sweating and grunting, and pumping at the back of her. And after a while he would seem to get very mad and shout things out like, "Fuck you Bitch", and, "I'm coming"...? but he never went anywhere. I didn't understand?

Chapter 32. (Daddy's snake spewed ice-cream, and mommy's head danced to silent music.)

After the, "I'm coming" thing, whereby he never moved at all, he would always pull something huge and long out of the back of mommy! Her tongue was always sticking out of her mouth by this time, flicking around in the air like a snake's. 

It looked like daddy was trying to throttle a python that was choking on a large tomato. I remember we were studying snakes at school that year.

Anyway, daddy would start pulling faces, and dancing like that Tom Jones guy that I saw on T.V., and he would start to scream at the people upstairs, but there were no people up stairs? Then, ice-cream would shoot out of his snake's tomato-end, all the way up mommy's back, and into her hair. She would spin around an grab hold of the snake, and push it into her mouth, all the way down her throat, and her head would be dancing to music that I couldn't hear.

I would close the door quietly, and go-pottie, then back to bed with my teddy. I would vow to tell them to keep-it-down at night, in the morning at breakfast--but I always forgot by then. How was a girl too sleep with all that going on? No! It just wasn't right. I had things to do in the morning at school -- We were dissecting a frog, if memory serves me well...?

Chapter 33. (Virginia discovers the alternative use of a wine bottle.)

I was 18 at last! I was a Woman now! I put the orange juice carton back in the fridge, even though it was empty, and wondered if mommy was home early?

I went up the stairs, and the noise got louder. It was coming from mommy and daddy's bedroom. My heart fluttered to even contemplate that they were--"doing it, again." I just had to peek. I opened the door quietly. I couldn't register what I was looking at for a moment. Mommy wasn't even there!

I saw this figure laying on the bed. It was daddy. His legs were splayed wide apart. His feet were anchored between the rungs of the bed head post, behind his shoulders. He had a mixture of both mine and mommy's clothes on, and he had my dirty knickers over his head, I recognized the huge skid-marks in the middle of them!

In one hand he was strangling his 'snake with the tomato stuck in its throat', and with the other, he was ramming the neck of, what I assumed to be an, empty wine bottle into his shit-ring.




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I pissed my knickers right there on the spot out of sheer surprise, and couldn't stop: I ran to the bathroom, just as the shit log, which always follows my piss-hole opening, pushed its way out of my ring into my gusset. I was too late to save the skid mark being deposited in the cunt-hammock of my panties , but mommy did the laundry anyway, so what did I care! I turfed the log out of my knickers, into the bog. I ripped my panties off and slung them anywhere. I refused to flush, it was such a huge log I wanted someone other than myself to see it, and I never wipe! My pooh-pooh hole is much too delicate to be--abraded--by common-paper! Velvet---might---be acceptable.

I have wiped my ass on mommy and daddy's bedroom brown velvet curtains in the past, when they were busy downstairs pretending to be happily married. I like the feel of velvet on my bum.

I strode out of the bathroom and down the hallway. I arrived outside my parents door again. The noises issuing forth from out of the room had gotten louder in the interim between -- my bedroom discovery -- and the dealing with that of my turd-and-piss-affair in the bathroom.

I head-butted the door, and it flew open! Daddy was too far gone to even realize someone else was there. I Pounced onto the bed, and straddled him. I ripped my dirty panties from his panting head, and slapped him into the face for over a minute with front and back hand swipes. I got mad, and spun around on him. He was groaning and panting from the beating. I caught hold of the wine bottle and rammed it hard and fast into his ring. He gasped, and I pumped it deep in there with both hands. Daddy was screaming, I didn't care anymore! I was intent on ramming that bottle all the way up his accepting ass-hole, that was all I wanted to do! I was fucking daddy's face with my 18 year old pussy like it was going out of style...

Chapter 34. (Amazon rivers up the waterways of daddy's cock.)

My boyfriend had fucked me every day that week, and he had come in my pussy--against my strict orders, mind you--every fucking time! What is a girl to do? I was going after my orgasm, and he was going for his. I can't be bothered policing him. I want my come---and that is that!

My cunt was stinking, and I was rubbing it hard into daddy's face. The bastard started to like it!

He was eating my boyfriend's day old come, and enjoying it. I twisted the bottle in his ass-hole and he yelped like a puppy-dog; the one the bastard always promised me, but which I never got.

I squeezed his huge cock, and he shuddered. I revolved my tight little ass around, and positioned my vault-like pristine puckered rosebud directly over his lips. I knew he didn't --- couldn't --- anticipate, or even contemplate, what I was about to put him through.

I brought my legs up underneath me. I was ramming the wine bottle into his ass-hole deep and fast, and hard.

I had his cock in my hand, with such a grip on its base that the head was turning from red, to purple...approaching black bursting point! The veins running up daddy's shaft were akin of the meandering aerial waterways of Amazon river tributaries seen from orbit at high resolution hanging on some NASA big-wig's wall, like it was just common kitchen art.

I bore down.

Daddy was panting.

I wanted his ice-cream!

He reluctantly opened his lips...I was wanking his shaft like there was no tomorrow --- and after this, maybe there wouldn't be any tomorrow --- but I was past the point of no return now. I had daddy, under me, he was at a major disadvantage. I had a royal flush. It was check-mate. I had rolled double-sixes, and I was sitting prominent over the pinnacle of my peerage --- my daddy, and my pregnant ass-hole, pressed hard into the open mouth of his apparent dilemma.

My dirt hole was tight, but eager, and my love-tunnel juice dripped constantly out of my vaginal hole, flowing over daddy's chin, driveling down the canyons of his neck, forking right and left around his sternum, petering-out as a slow fluid drip, over the shoulder, into the sheets.

Chapter 35. (Fuck you, and the puppy you rode in on daddy.)

He thought he was safe, but he owed me --- and he owed me big!

I wanted that fucking puppy so, so, much, but he never delivered: I couldn't forget that!

I knew daddy was about to come, so I squeezed his cock harder at the base, and wanked it faster.

I knew his prostrate was ejaculating, and therefore he was coming, but his ejaculate had no place to go as long as I had the choke hold around his cock-base.

Chapter 36. (Contemplated retribution in the groove.)

I did this for hours with my boyfriends, and they would promise, and give me anything I wanted in the end; now, I had daddy by the balls -- literally, as much as figuratively -- then what exactly did I want, now that I had the edge?

First I needed to make him pay! Pay for not getting me that puppy. Then I had to make him pay for...everything else that he didn't do for me. I could make a list, I supposed?

Chapter 37. (Shaking the nuts about, and shitting into the tonsils.)

I decided that he had been very naughty for a long, long, time, so I grasped his scrotum, and squeezed it hard, isolating his balls outside of my fist's vice grip. I brought daddy's hand around and substituted mine for his on the bottle. He took to it readily and started ramming it even deeper into his ring. I threw his balls around for a while like a player in the rhythm section of a Cuban band, shaking them thoughtfully, like a pair of maracas. I felt the tip of his tongue center on my rosebud, and he was trying to weasel in there with it!

I decided what I wanted to do.

I arched my lean young back, and my lower bowel-track tee-holed up over daddy's open guzzling throat.

My spine coiled like a catapult's spring.

Chapter 38. (Virginia prepares to deep throat her daddy with her female ass-penis.) 

I shifted and rolled my open buttocks around to make sure the cross-hair scope of my bung-hole was perfectly centered directly over daddy's open cake-hole.

I didn't want to deal with all the possible repercussions, and cheesy explanations that mommy would insist upon if my shit got on the bed clothes and pillows -- she has a keen sense of smell, and daddy is a slob; he would never be able to effect a successful clean-up operation if it all went wrong.

I needed it to be a clean shot -- A one-off. Poor old daddy, he had no idea what he was in for -- even though he was over due in the deserving of it.

Daddy had pushed his throbbing proboscis down mommy's throat long enough, filling her tummy with his steaming cream for years -- and she had silently, and valiantly put up with it -- because she was taught that it was her marital duty -- that's why.

He, tearing at her hair, rocking her head back and forth without regard, sliding his 14 inch almighty cock through her mouth, and down around her throat, as if her head didn't contain a brain. Hell! Didn't daddy know that when he was ripping at mommy's hair, pulling her head back and forth over the length of his rigid cock, that he was actually rattling her brains back and forth? What a fucking idiot! Something had to be done ---! And I, now, had that opportunity.

If it was done properly though, then there would be no need, after the fact, for all the finger pointing, denials and blaming. If I missed, and the operation was botched, there would be Hell-to-pay, so I had to make sure I was on-the-ball.

Chapter 39. (The tables turned, daddy eats shit---with gusto!)

I was amazed at his apparent innocence, and touched by his blatant naivety, as his testosterone-driven tongue, fumbled around between the buttocks of my ass, attempting to open it -- as if he actually believed that that was what I really wanted... The bastard! I wanted that fucking puppy, not this! This was pay back baby, and pay-back is a bitch, isn't it just!

I reached around behind me, and slapped daddy's face hard! I grabbed a handful of his scruffy hair: Our eyes met, and the transference of emotion between us ranged from innocent daughter/daddy good-time relationship, to fuck-me-in-the ass you fudge-packing, no-puppy-promise-breaking bastard, in nanoseconds. 

I had the edge here, and he knew I meant business, when I smiled an said, 

"bon appetite daddy baby..."

I released my grip on his cock.

And wanked the shaft faster and faster, and my draft on its length was became longer now; but, I found, by increasing the speed of my wanking, I am able to maintain the number of times my hand traverses over the bulbous red end of his pole...and we all know that the key to orgasm is constant-repetitive-rhythm, with, of course, that unpredictable element of random chaotic probability thrown in; which only another entity can provide. It is the difference between---"predetermined sensory impact feedback-feeling" and, "sensory impact feedback-feeling". Why, it's the difference between masturbation, and getting one's rocks-off. Hell! Its the difference between "maintenance" and "love"---baby! And that's for sure.

"This is why sex with another--most times--if not always, beats rubbing-off" thought Virginia.

Chapter 40. (Daddy's cock threatened to burst, and his yelping got on her nerves.)

Daddy's cock had the cheek to rebel! Getting even stiffer, and standing up prouder than ever, until I could hardly get my hand around it!

I let his hair go and slapped his face again. He puffed and panted. 

I turned around, and grabbed the base of his huge cock with both my hands, and squeezed it.

I was throttling it; squeezing and releasing it alternately.

This had the effect of pumping blood up through its shaft, into the head, but the one-way valve of daddy's dong trapped it there, and his cock got thicker, and longer, and the helmet, turning deep purple--well, I became afraid that it might burst! And there would be no explaining that away with mommy. So I gave him a break, and decided to allow him to come. Anyway, daddy's screaming and howling was getting on my nerves.

I revolved my pelvic region. My rosebud hole was bursting.

Most of Daddy's brain and sensibilities was being inundated by the autonomic act of pumping his cream up his cock-shaft tube out of his balls and prostrate. And whilst he was sufficiently occupied, I was busy boring-down as hard as I could, over his open gaping guilty mouth, with my provisionally locked dirt-hole.

Chapter 41. (Virginia allowed her daddy to come.)

Daddy had nothing to fear from those whom he had, apparently, in the past -- dominated. 

It was a general failing of a sorts. Predominant in males. Females simple laughed at it.

Virginia felt her daddy's cock harden, and start to throb and pump, and he started to growl and writhe under her. She knew from her boyfriends, that he was coming, but their cocks were like little shrimps compared to daddy's. Their average 6 inch offerings were no match for daddy's 14 incher! And her cunt dripped with honey, just on the sight of it all.

Daddy let out an almighty howl, and he rammed the wine bottle deep into his ass-hole, then let it go and grabbed hold of the bed clothes with both his hands.

Chapter 42. (Daddy's come goes high, and ruins the back of Virginia's blouse, and gets into her hair.)

His cock seemed to recoil about three inches, then the helmet turned almost red-black, and it quivered there for a moment before it shot up to it full 14 inch length. The eye opened wide, and a huge spurt of blistering white hot cream splattered out of the bursting end! Daddy yelped like a beaten puppy.

I was arrested in utter amazement and shock! The shot of semen flew up, missing my nose, by fractions of an inch only. It was so powerful, that I heard it hissing out of his tomato eye, and it passed so close to my flared nostrils, that I could smell its trail of saline testosterone perfectly. I almost came right there on the spot. The shot of hot semen, went high up over my head, and arced above me, dropping down into the back of my hair, driveling off onto my blouse. I felt the wetness seeping into my arched spine.

I pumped him again, then stopped, and another two spurts shot out from him. I caught the last one in my mouth, and swallowed it immediately.

Once I got taste of daddy's come in my mouth, my brain reeled with wanton carnal desire, and my head bobbed down instinctively, my lips opening wide, inserting the pulsating ejaculating knob-end deep into my head. Her eagerness so insistent, that her daddy's cock-knob rode quickly past her teeth, over her tongue, through to the back of her very throat; past her tonsils, and down, into, her esophagus; passing her epiglottis even. Daddy's daughter intended to get every drop of his creamy pie filling, and he shot at least ten to twelve full loads down into her accepting tummy, greedy. Virginia came.

Chapter 43. (Virginia force-feeds her daddy with her shit.)

In return, Virginia, brought her hand around, and grabbed hold of her daddy's head again. She dug her nails deep into her daddy's scalp. And opened up her stinking dungeon! 

A hot, slimy, thick turd, flew out of her beautiful little ring into he daddy's agape pie-hole!

It hit the back of his throat, and he instinctively gagged, but his daughter insisted and forced the slithering log down past his tonsils, past his gag response, past his epiglottis...down into his very esophagus...and with a few more ass gyrations, and bearing-down, daddy swallowed his baby's entire...ass-shit-baby!

Virginia. Ingested all of he daddy's come, shot directly into her tummy that night. And daddy ate her shit. It was a fair trade she thought.

Chapter 44. (Virginia lays down the terms of unconditional surrender to her daddy.)

Virginia, insisted her daddy lick her holes clean under her, and he did.

Virginia got off her daddy's head, and knelt beside

She whispered in his ear.

"Daddy, baby...I love you..." she said, pushing her tongue into his ear. "But, thing have changes now."

Virginia, stroked her daddy's cheek, and rose up to kiss him deeply on the mouth, pushing her tongue through his relaxed lips, deep into the back of his head. Their eyes locked upon each others. She stayed there, vertically above him, just like that, static, for quite some time, moving nothing but the very tip of her tongue, and her lungs, and her heart. She let gravity alone drain her generous saliva, mixed with her daddy's come, slowly, out of her open lips; driveling down the red pole of her turgid tongue; down through his mouth: The tip of her tongue, flicking wildly, but subtly, throwing-off her thick tongue-drivel directly into her daddy's throat. She had her hand tight around his neck, and could feel his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed her effusive post love saliva discharge. She could taste her ass from his mouth, and she smelled her shit on his breath.

After her daddy had gulped what she considered to enough of her saliva, to signify that her was--totally hers now: Enough saliva, that told her that he was--conquered, bested...subjugated even, then she withdrew her wet lance, slowly. 

Virginia grabbed her daddy's face between her hand, and reached down between his legs with the other, and took his flaccid scrotum, and drained balls in her grip. She twisted her daddy's face around to face her directly, and said in the sweetest of voices.

"From now on, daddy dearest, you will do everything I tell you to do, and you will do it -- when -- I want...and you will give me anything and everything I desire, without delay...DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME!" she bellowed.

Virginia squeezed her daddy's balls hard!

He grunted and nodded willingly.

Chapter 45. (Virginia allows the pretense of a compromise to be contracted.)

Virginia pinched his cheeks, and said,

"Daddy dear, there is no reason why things can't-appear-on the outside to be the same as normal, as far a mommy is concerned, but as long as you realize that I am in control now--or I'll be forced to tell mommy everything--Capici?

Virginia's daddy nodded solemnly, and she squeezed his face harder than necessary, and kissed him animatedly on his puckered lips, then threw his head back out of her hand like a dirty rag onto the pillow.

Chapter 46. (Virginia and Mandy did naughty things.)

As Virginia rose from the bedside, she snatched the dirty panties of hers off the floor that her daddy had been sniffing and wanking to. She turned them inside out, and looked at the gusset. They were totally wrecked. They were her panties from last week. The ones she wore when she went over to house-sit with her best friend Mandy for a night. Mandy's parents had gone off to Europe on vacation for two weeks, and one night's house sitting had turned into two then three, and finally four. Virginia had been given permission by her daddy to keep Mandy company, but it was thought that it was to be only one night at first, so Virginia didn't bother taking a change of clothing with her. Virginia and Mandy were very close, and even slept together in the same bed. They always liked each other, and showered together at school after gym practice. Alone together in that big house tipped the balance though, and Mandy got her mother's trunk out from under the boxes in the wardrobe. She knew where here mother hid the key. Well, the two of them drained all the batteries out of the toys in the end, but their favorite was the strap-on dildo. God only knows what Mandy's mother was doing with a strap-on, but her mom did have a rather special girlfriend who always came over to stay for the night when her daddy was out of town, and Mandy had heard...noises during the night?

Needless to say, the two of them almost did each other in with all the toys and the strappy, and on the third day decided to have a party!

Of course they invited a throng of fun people--mostly hot guys from the football team--and after a little too much of daddy's liquor, and beer, Mandy and Virginia were coaxed into a challenger, to see who could out-fuck the other! Well, it went on until the early hours of the morning, and the only ones who were outfaced seemed to be the guys. They both must have had at least half a pint of come in their ass and cunt holes, and they both slept like babies deep into the following afternoon. They had purposely put their panties on to go to bed so as not to leek over the bedclothes. By the time Virginia left, why she hadn't showered for the whole four days, and the gusset of her knickers was so stiff, it hurt her as she walked.

Chapter 47. (Virginia smells her gusset, and scolds her daddy!)

As Virginia stood there, in the bedroom, staring down at her daddy, laying there with a wine bottle hanging out of his ass, and dressed in mommy's clothes with his legs still locked behind his shoulders in the rungs of the headboard, she sniffed her panties, and winced!

She said, with a heartfelt sigh of resignation in her voice, 

"Oh--hh! Daddy, you fucking PIG! How could you possibly enjoy sniffing these?"

Virginia's daddy blinked twice, and his lips moved but no sound came out. 

Chapter 48. (Virginia takes charge: Daddy complies.)

Virginia spun on her heals to go, then stopped and turned around slowly again, and said...

"I'm going to lay down in my room now. Get those clothe off, and tidy this place up before mommy get home...and after you are done, then make me a bacon and egg sandwich, and don't over-cook the egg, mind you...and I want a cold glass of chocolate milk. Bring it to my room...and make it snappy, do you hear!

Virginia's daddy nodded.

She spun on her heals without a word, and bolted out the door, only to return an instant later, to say,

"...and I want you to wash between your legs thoroughly; I need you to fuck me before mommy gets home, do you hear me daddy?" 

Virginia's daddy blinked and nodded again.




The Ranch



My wife Brenda came home and confessed to having an affair at work with Robert a black man. She said he made her cum so hard and apologized to me. Then she said Jess if I slip again will you leave me I said I would cross that bridge if it came. We had been married for two years, both with good jobs and great house bought life looking good then this affair. I asked Brenda was it a one time thing or more than once. Brenda said been going on for a month I sat down shaking feeling flush and sick to my stomach.

The love of my life is telling me she has been fucking another man. My soul mate the woman I wanted to have children with. Brenda came and hugged me and said Jess it just happened. Do you love him should I file for divorce what made you tell me now? I am carrying his child now. Holey Fucking Christ you are pregnant how do you know it is his, could it be ours? Brenda said 50/50 but you and I have not had as much sex as Robert and I have.

So I am a cuckold now am I suppose to watch you two fuck and suck his dick lick your pussy full of his cum. Have him fuck my ass too and be locked up in chastity or turned into a she male for you and Robert's pleasure!!! Brenda said no no. I will sleep on the couch and let you know in the morning If I will stay or not.

My night was fitful sleep and bad dreams and thoughts of what life would be like without her. I had coffee and breakfast waiting on Brenda when she got up I was sitting there thinking still. I told Brenda we would cross the Rubicon this evening, after I finished breakfast I left but called in with a personal business day off. I called a lawyer friend and went to talk to him about my options I would have some scratches but could get out now with little economic damage or stay and try to work things out.

I arrived home very late walked in and there was Brenda and Robert. Brenda was crying and Robert holding her hand. I said why the tears, Brenda said because you are leaving me. How do you know this Brenda? You saw a lawyer today yes an old friend from childhood but how did you find out a secretary in there office knows me and she told me. 

I am damn tempted to shoot this man here but it would only kill the father, if he is of your child! Brenda slid a sheet of paper across the table my direction it is his she said we had test done and the DNA matches Robert. Brenda how can I stay unless I am a cuckold or a sissy or you become the dominate and me the wimp husband.

I was almost afraid she would say would you do that for me! Brenda got up and hugged me crying like little child sobbing uncontrollably Robert stood up and I said where are you going? Robert said to give you two space and time little late now don't you think she is with your child and you are in our marriage now. Brenda looked at me with tears and said you are staying? I guess I love you and do not wish to live without you. What abut Robert she said? He can sleep with you and I will stay on the couch.

Brenda smiled at me hugged and kissed me deeply saying I love you. I always will love you, so I get you both for now I guess. Then Brenda went and kissed Robert deeply and said I told you he would not leave. Robert must have thought he would push things because he took Brenda's pants down turned her around so she was facing me and said tell him how much you love him now as he shoved his dick in her pussy Brenda was looking in my eyes while Robert fucked her. She started screaming how much she was enjoying it Robert said tell Jess what he is! Brenda said Jess you are my beloved cuckold husband and I love you with my all, as she screamed I am cumming and squirted.

Humiliated and watching my wife collapse on the floor exhausted and sweat beading on her head. Robert walked to me and put his hands on my head pushing me down I slumped to my knees and took his dick in my mouth. Brenda took off her cloths got on her knees by me and said I will help I sucked my first dick with his cum and hers on it. 

Brenda felt my cock and it was hard too. Brenda said for me to strip when I was nude she lead both of us by our dicks to our bedroom. When we got there she layed down and said Jess goes first Then you Robert and this time Robert you clean Jess's cock off ok? Robert agreed and the fuck fest began I was nailed in my ass by Robert. Robert true to his word did clean my cock off he did not suck it. I watched Robert fuck Brenda in the ass and then I was allowed to do her, ass hole was gaping open and my 6 1/2" cock may not have even been felt but I got something I had never before had her ass.

I got up early and had Brenda's and Robert's breakfast made and ready. Robert made a remark about how I would make a good housewife. I thought nothing of it. I did however say my father use to make the family breakfast every morning. Brenda was bubbling over and said that she was riding to work with Robert and mentioned there time of arrival this afternoon. We all went to work Brenda kissed me deeply said thank you I love you. Robert opened her door she got in and they left for work together.

When I got home both Brenda and Robert were nude and she was obviously freshly fucked. They had pizza bought so we ate and Robert ask me if I could get some time off from my job and how much time. I said 30 days but will take a two weeks notice to get it. Brenda walked over to me kissed me and said darling would you take it for me. What for I asked well Robert and I were talking about a Ranch Retreat for loving cuckold husbands to help you understand how much this means to me and how it will enrich our lives and our marriage. Ok dear I will do it for you again got first dibs on Brenda even though her pussy and ass were full of Roberts cum. Brenda banished Robert to the couch and I got my wife all night alone.

Robert and Brenda drove me to this "Ranch Retreat" said that they would be back when time was up and to call if I needed them sooner. I stood there watching my wife drive off with Robert my cock twitching. I was greeted by a couple of large black men and a large black woman led into a room then they sat me down started the paper work. The usual name rank serial number when finished they knew where I was born my family history job history. Then I was taken into room and shown some videos while these were playing I was drinking a soft drink and remember nothing till I woke in a room naked with three people again black people. My cock was in a chastity device I had been shaved of all hair below my lip. Cock and balls waxed clean of hair they were painting my toenails and fingernails. My eye brows were waxed clean and was treated to feminine eye lashes and make up. They put stockings on me and then high heels 6" heels strapped on so I could not remove them and finally a large very large but plug in my ass. I was helped up and stood on the heels teetering between two men that walked me to my room for the next 30 days.

My cock was taken out of chastity once a day and I was ass fucked by a large black dick always cumming hard when my prostrate was hit emptying my cum in a reciprocal which was removed. Then after my but plug was replaced. I was forced to walk like the run way models one foot in front of the other. My hair was given laser treatments and I was given a vitamin once a day for 5 days then twice a day there after.

I was taught how to do make up and nails put on guarders stockings and a bra. I was unrecognizable from what I was when I arrived. I was almost a she male fucked daily once for a week then several times a day after that. I sucked cocks Big Black Cock till I could deep throat an 11" all the way to his balls and lick his nuts too. My body changed I could walk in 6" heels with no discomfort of course for 30 days I had nothing else on. They marched me around all day from early till late and the vitamin's were giving me energy too. My butt was developing fat and my breast getting larger. I was always in the room soft music all night every night for the whole time.

I was dressed in a short dress that stopped at the curve of my ass I had guarders red stockings red 6" heels and the dress was red a red matching bra a brazier so my cleavage showed and my cock securely locked up. I pulled a three man train in my ass and my mouth then they helped me straiten up and put abut plug in under my thong.

Robert and Brenda arrived I was lead to them. Brenda kissed me deeply said she missed me. Then said have you been sucking cock naughty boy and laughed. Robert walked over to me turned me around and I felt my panties being pulled away from my ass and the but plug pulled out. Robert said he has been fucking too unzipped his trousers pulled his cock out and shoved it in my ass fucking me like the slut I was now. I screamed as I came and my cock dribbled in its cage. Brenda said I believe you made him cum. Lets go home.

Robert replaced my but plug pulled my panties back trowed a towel for me to sit on and helped me into the car. Brenda said how was your training you look lovely I cant wait to show you off we have a party planned tonight your coming home party. I started crying and Brenda said don't do that your mascara will run. I can enjoy shopping with you now you always hated shopping so much. We have a wardrobe to buy you now stockings hose panties bustiers shoes and make up lots to do in the next weeks.

There will be 40 people here tonight we are having it catered and it is private invitation only you are the guest of honor. Brenda helped me straighten up my make up fix my hair removed my panties douched me then fixed my make up and said lets be off. We got in the car an went to a private club like thing got out and went in.

All of my friends from work my brother one sister Roberts brothers and cousins too my boss came in last. Everyone was asking where I was that knew me, my family too. Robert got up after the food was served to propose a toast along with Brenda. Brenda said let me start. My perfect beautiful husband Jess has had a little secret that is now time to release here is my beloved and she took my hand leading me up beside her and said meet Jessica now. I was with tears streaming down embarrassed to all hell. Brenda hugged me and patted my back there there I know you are happy but hold those tears you will ruin your make up.

Wow that is hot someone said and so wonderful someone else said being pregnant with his child and all. After eating and some music and dancing me getting slapped by my sister and my brother calling me a whore before they left. I was crying harder and not knowing why. I felt like a girl. One of Roberts cousins started dancing with me and remarked how good I danced felt me up and then turned me around and put his cock in my ass on the dance floor in front of all of the people there he fucked me till I screamed and came so hard. Then another man did the same and one put his cock in my mouth I was impaled over and over like a piece of fuck meat my cock dripping gallons of precum. My boss even took a turn in both holes. When the last one pulled out my face had cum on it my ass was full of cum and I was feeling like a slut crying. I said Brenda if you ever loved me take me someplace else now!! Brenda said Robert darling this party is over take me and Jessica home now!!!

Robert drove us home and Brenda told him to leave. Brenda took me to the shower cleaned me up douched me again unlocked my chastity gently washing every inch of my body sucking my cock. Brenda dried me off and then herself lead me by my dick to the bed. While we were making love she explained that She and Robert talked this over and thought it best if I changed some so I would never leave her. She told me she loved me as always maybe deeper now. Brenda said she was a black cock slut too and had fucked every man at the party except my boss. She kissed me deeply told me again she loved me. Then explained that she would give me a son and three daughters they would be raised Big Black Cock sluts too. She said the cum milking at the ranch are now frozen will be in vitriol into her the son 1st then three daughters. Our children will know that Jess or Jessica is there father. They will see that I am a Big Black Cock slut as I proved tonight. Brenda kissed me and said I made her proud watching me fuck and not even rumpling my dress or getting my make up messed up. She said I suck cock better than she, asked would I teach her.