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Readymade Porn

By: Cal Y. Pygia



Let's face it, even the hottest erotica (my own, for example) gets tedious after a while and can be, at times, despite the grunts and groans and sweaty pawings and pokings, downright boring. There are only so many sexual things that one person can do to another, after all and so many combinations of lovers. Writers and readers, at some point, begin to wonder the same thing: why bother?

In The American Claimant, Mark Twain wrote, "No weather will be found in this book. This is an attempt to pull a book through without the weather. . . . This weather will be found over in the back part of the book, out of the way. See Appendix. The reader is requested to turn over and help himself from time to time as he goes along."

This article is meant to accomplish much the same purpose with regard to some of the more popular forms of sexual "weather." To take some of the pain out of the pleasure of erotic fiction (and to promote my own work shamelessly), yours truly, The Great and Wonderful Cal Y. Pygia, has decided to share with you a series of sexually explicit and exciting descriptions of some of the sexual acts that are most common to the genre. Skip the unnecessary and boring dialogue, scene descriptions, characterization, plot development, and associated junk and go straight for the orgasm with these gems:

ANAL INTERCOURSE

She positioned herself on her elbows and knees, legs spread wide, to provide easy access to the tiny, puckered anus between her satin-smooth buttocks, and I took my place, on my knees, behind her, the jostling mattress dipping and rolling beneath us.

Although smaller than a woman's ass, Mona's bottom was fuller than a man's backside and every bit as smooth, soft, and inviting as any female's derriere. Just the sight of the round, sleek orbs and the small, tight opening that led into her innermost depths brought my cock fully erect again and made my balls ache. There was nothing more tempting, I thought, than a pair of lovely buttocks; although mere muscle and fat overlaid with skin, they seemed not only to invite, but also to demand, to be both penetrated and fucked. I had every intention of obeying their silent command. It would be a true joy to shove my cock through Mona's tight anal opening and deep into her bowels.

Taking my cock in hand, I guided the massive organ between the silk-smooth cheeks of Mona's magnificent derriere. It was heavenly to feel the smooth, cushioned flesh slide past both sides of my prick as I introduced my organ into her cleavage, the already parted globes spreading further to admit my hard, swollen manhood.

My penis met the stout resistance of her anal sphincter. Gripping my member more firmly, I pointed the tip of my prick into the dimple between Mona's ass cheeks and pressed forward, resolutely, with my hips. My glans pushed through the opening, followed by an inch of my rigid cock. I continued to push, forcing another inch of my stiff prick through her asshole, and another, and another, until I had buried my erection inside her impaled buttocks to the very root, and my balls were crushed between my pubes and her perineum and scrotum. It felt wonderful to have conquered her ass, to have invaded the sanctuary of her rectum, and to have usurped from her the last vestiges of her own autonomy, making her fully and completely a woman.

Her head hanging, Mona moaned as, reaching forward and below her, I cupped her breasts in my hands, squeezing them hard, as if they were melons, while I ground my pubes against her bare, cock-skewered ass.

Then, as I withdrew, drawing my erection back through her speared anus until only the glans remained within the tight ring of muscle, I released one of her tits and gripped her genitals, squeezing both her diminutive cock and balls repeatedly.

Mona squirmed, and I slapped her ass. Immediately, she stilled herself.

Inwardly, I chuckled. At just nineteen, Mona was little more than a girl, although she'd frightened me badly enough only a few hours ago, accusing me of sexually harassing her at work to the point that I was afraid she might be setting me up for a lawsuit. A sudden pang of doubt and fear stabbed me as I realized that, even now, she might be doing just such a thing. She could claim that I'd raped her. No, I told myself. It was obvious that she was enjoying herself; it was evident that she liked to have a cock in her mouth or up her ass, to be used and dominated. She might act the self-assured, no-nonsense, ball-busting bitch at work, but she was glad enough to be on the receiving end of a man's cock at home, where a person's true character was most evident.

I had no intention of disappointing her. As a manager--and a man--I knew well how to take charge, and I did so now.

I slammed my hard cock full force into her bouncing buns, shoving the thick column all the way inside her rectum until my groin collided with her buttocks, flattening them beneath me, and my balls ground hard against her perineum and scrotum.

Again, Mona moaned. Her whimper excited me, and I pulled out, all the way out, this time, my cock sliding free of her gaping asshole. The sight of her round anus, stretched to many times its normal size, and the knowledge that it was I--and my thick, hard cock--that was responsible for this transformation of her asshole into a cunt--was erotic in the extreme. No female, not even a genetic female, is truly a woman until she's been fucked by a man, and Mona was no exception. In fucking her in her beautiful transsexual ass, I would be making of her a true and complete woman.

My prick slipped easily back through her wide-stretched, circular opening and plunged deep into her bowels. After ramming it home, I withdrew, again letting my bloated cock slide all the way out of her tunnel of love. It was fun to see my prick slide effortlessly all the way into her ass or to pull all the way out, and, several times, I repeated this action, watching my organ vanish and reappear as I worked it in and out and back and forth within her entrails, my toil punctuated by Mona's moans and groans, whimpers, gasps, and cries.

Reaching beneath her, I found her genitals again, and was surprised to find her erect. Her small cock had stiffened so that it ran parallel to her lower belly, pointing upward, and her balls, small in the contracted pouch of her silk-smooth scrotum, had risen to rest below the base of her blood-engorged cock. I chuckled at the thought that, ready as she might be to play the man and to penetrate a cunt or an asshole, there was no partner for her by which she might accomplish such a feat, and her cock, erect or not, must remain idle and redundant while mine filled her again and again. Despite her male equipment, she was, and would always be, a she and, as such, the receptacle, rather than the instrument, of invasion and occupation, the conquered rather than the conqueror.

Nevertheless, now that she was hard, there was no sense, I told myself, in letting a perfectly good, if smallish, erection go to waste, and seizing her little penis between my thumb on one side and my index and middle fingers on the other side, I pumped the flesh of her cock back and forth upon the slender, straining shaft, eliciting more moans and gasps from the beautiful shemale whose ass I was riding fast and hard.

I slammed my meat home again, crushing her sleek, soft-firm buttocks before my driving pubes and feeling the circle of her anus all along my plummeting member. My hips buffeted her bottom, and I ground my groin hard against her impaled buttocks before wrenching my cock back through her asshole, the sphincter of her ass dragging against my retreating prick, as if seeking to resist its departure just as, following my initial penetration of her ass, the sphincter had seemed to resist my organ's invasion.

Back and forth, with greater and greater passion, force, and speed, I worked my cock inside Mona's anal opening, ramming and jamming, lunging and plunging, stabbing and jabbing her buttocks, her asshole, and her rectum with my thick, hard manhood while, her frame shaking, her breasts bouncing, her buttocks flattening and recoiling, and her cock and balls joggling, the mattress beneath our bucking bodies dipping and rocking, I fucked Mona with all the strength, energy, stamina, and brutality that my lust-enflamed soul could muster--which was considerable. The more she bounced and flounced, the harder I thrust and lunged, and the more Mona moaned and groaned. She began to toss her impaled buttocks back, to meet my assault, and her ass and my groin, her perineum and scrotum and my balls, colliding again and again, made the loud slapping sounds of flesh smacking flesh.

In my mind, I compared--or, perhaps I should say, I contrasted--her asshole as it had looked prior to my assault, tiny and tight, with how it looked now that I had ravished it, gaping wide open, and the mental images of her anus relit my dying lust, renewed my will, and gave me the strength to prolong my attack. I rammed my cock into her impaled bottom with as much savage fury as I'd used in the delivery of any previous stroke, and my effort was rewarded with a cry from Mona, followed by a tremulous whimper.

I rammed my cock through her anus, into her bowels, withdrew the rigid fleshly pole; and drove it home again, with greater force, as if, with my penis, I meant to disembowel the ass it fucked.

Of course, Mona was up to the challenge of having me jam my cock into her ass and wrench it free so that I might plunge into her bowels again--and again---and again--and, although it seemed impossible that her little anus, even stretched to many times it normal size, could tolerate my continued assault, she weathered the attack until the moment that orgasm seized me, my belly heaved, my legs quaked and shuddered, my cock convulsed, lurching frantically within the depths of her bowels, and, my breath coming in quick, hot gasps and my heart pounding like machine-gun fire, my thick viscid semen spewed into the chamber of her lower intestine, spraying the walls of her rectum with repeated volleys and jets until, the reservoir of my seed spent at last, my penis softened, dwindling, and withdrew from Mona's round, wide-stretched anus, trailing white fluid down the cleavage between her buttocks, over her perineum, and down the back side of her scrotum.

(Source: Beefy Buns)

ANALINGUS

Bowing low, leaning toward his buttocks, and clamping a hand upon either of his hips for balance, she pushed her cheeks and chin into the deep cleavage of his bottom, probing his anus with the tip of her tongue. She could taste nothing, thank God! His asshole was clean. She licked at the tight, tiny muscle, circling its circle with her moist, pink tongue, pausing to lap greedily at it before, stiffening the oral member, she penetrated the anal opening, jabbing the tip of her wet, slick tongue in and out rapidly. Unintentionally, she made wet, slurping sounds as she licked and probed his asshole. He groaned, his sphincter fluttering.

(Source: New)

BONDAGE AND DISCIPLINE

As Tommy thought these miserable thoughts, he heard the dreaded, telltale whooshing sound of the cane as it cut through the air; a moment later, the bamboo's impact furrowed the flesh of his buttocks and sent an intense agony through his loins. He shrieked, straining against the cuffs that bound his wrists and thighs, and Matthew was rewarded by the sight of the naked anguish on his face in the mirror that stood before the punishment bench. Tommy's eyes were wide. His mouth gaped. Tears rolled down his face. Pain was evident in his every feature.

Matthew smiled as he raised the cane again, thinking that Tommy's ordeal had only just begun. He delivered six more lashes, hard and fast, and a series of parallel lines appeared on Tommy's ass cheeks, one below the next. Tommy lurched in his restraints upon the receipt of each of these vicious blows, screeching and wailing as his face again and again contorted from the fiery agony that burned within his lacerated and bleeding buttocks. His tears ran steadily, as he sobbed. However, he gave no voice to his suffering, and he didn't ask for mercy from Matthew, because he knew that Matthew was merciless and that to beg for compassion or kindness from him would only arouse his ire further and result in a more severe and prolonged punishment. Matthew could excuse his shrieks and sobs and moans; he would not excuse any verbal pleas for leniency.

Tommy waited for the next lash--or series of lashes--to fall upon his upturned buttocks. None came. Still, he waited, tense and expectant, certain that the caning was not complete and sure that Matthew would strike him at least another dozen times. However, not further rain of blows fell. He could not see Matthew in the mirror, but that didn't mean he'd left the room. He may have merely stepped away from the area of the chamber that was reflected in the oversize looking-glass. Could it be, Tommy wondered, that Matthew had spent his anger in so brief a flogging? It seemed doubtful, but was it unthinkable? Tommy continued to wait. The room was quiet. Had Matthew left him here, draped over the punishment bench, to endure the aftermath of the caning? Already, the stinging of his lacerated buttocks was becoming a more generalized sensation of soreness that would soon blossom into a feeling that was part heat and part pain, each sensation aggravating the other and making both more unpleasant than either would be by itself. Maybe Matthew wanted Tommy to experience this torment for a longer time than usual--or maybe he meant to resume the caning after Tommy had had time to appreciate fully the effects of the preliminary beating!

A quarter of an hour later, Tommy had just begun to hope that Matthew had vented his rage sooner than he'd expected and had left him shackled to the punishment bench in the awkward and uncomfortable position of having his knees spread wide apart, with his buttocks elevated and his waist bent over the bench's crossbar, his wrists and thighs manacled, to consider his latest punishment as he felt the stinging wounds that Matthew had inflicted upon his bottom, and to commiserate with himself about his plight, when Matthew announced either his continued presence or his return to the chamber by showering Tommy's defenseless, bare buttocks with a hard rain of a dozen more fast and furious strokes of the cane. Tommy's reactions were instantaneous: he screamed, howled, and bawled; he lurched and strained in his restraints; his face twisted into a grimace expressive of the distress he felt in his fiery, stinging buttocks; tears washed his face; and he was reduced, at last, to a whimpering, sobbing, mewling wretch, pleading for the punishment to end.

Matthew grinned as he lashed Tommy's bleeding, red and purple ass with the bamboo cane, cutting new marks in the sore and sensitive flesh and crossing previous lines with fresh stripes. The cane whined as it cut the air--and the flesh of Tommy's sleek ass cheeks. Tommy shrieked in anguish, muttering pleas for a cessation of the punishment. More slashing strokes of the cane crashed into his bottom, furrowing his buttocks and streaking them with blood from new lacerations. Matthew beat him with the cane until Tommy's ass was a bloody mess, covered in blood and bruises and adorned with welts and swollen ridges of red and purple flesh, and Matthew's arm was exhausted. Tommy screeched and wept and begged for mercy.

Finally, Matthew set aside the cane. He wiped the blood from Tommy's ass with a soft, fuzzy towel. Then, he applied an antiseptic that burned, enflaming the pain that his strokes of the cane had caused, and gently patted his bottom, announcing, "Your ass is purple, black, and blue, and crisscrossed with welts and lacerations. I suppose you've learned your lesson."

(Source: Nothing At All: Alternative Version)

BUKKAKE

Now, everything's better by far, just as Jenny predicted, with all three of her brothers involved in our weekly sessions. When we're through with her, she's quite a mess, believe me. This is what happens, every time, with but little variation:

As Jenny kneels, naked, in the center of a circle formed by her three brothers, we-- admiring our sister's beautiful, upturned face and smiling eyes, her splendid breasts, the dandelion fuzz of her downy pubes, her smooth, sleek thighs, her sculpted back, and her round, firm-soft derriere--stroke and pump our cocks in our fists, envisioning the spurts of our ejaculate into her hair and face and bosom.

Usually, one of us reaches orgasm before the others do, although, on occasion, two or even all three of us reach the point of no return simultaneously, showering Jenny's face and form with blast after blast of our pearly semen, flooding her face and inundating her tits.

Semen may squirt from one cock in a series of individual spurts while, from another, sperm may spray in multiple locations, splattering Jenny's hair, her forehead, and her nose and cheeks, all at the same time. While some of the semen remains where it falls, in shiny pools or glistening, pearly beads, other ejaculate runs down Jenny's face, forming southbound rivulets that course and meander down her cheeks, chin, and throat, to drip, slowly, as if succumbing to the force of gravity only with the greatest reluctance, onto her boobs or the cleavage between those white, round mounds. Our drops of semen looks like melted pearls, adorning her hair, her face, her breasts, and, sometimes, even her belly or pubes.

Often, if only as a reflexive action, upon feeling the first of our semen missiles, Jenny's beautiful face will scrunch up, her eyes and mouth closing tightly and her smooth brow knitting, as additional volleys of sperm, from one, two, or (rarely) all three cocks, firing in a series or in unison, wet her face, great globules and streamers of semen glistening upon her semen-bedecked and sperm-bejeweled countenance. 

Often, she will open her eyes during our bombardment, heedless of the semen that lies upon her lids or in her lashes or adjacent to the inner or outer corners of her eyes, and look up at us, smiling--her crescent blue eyes and the bow of her smiling mouth are unbelievably erotic, igniting more lust within her bukkake brothers' hearts, minds, and loins, producing additional spurts of cum. By the time that Danny, Kev, and I have emptied our loads onto her wet, shining, smiling, upturned face, her visage streams with semen, the syrupy fluid streaking and coating her features as well as her flesh, either lying in pools, hanging from her eyebrows and chin, or meandering slowly down her brow, cheeks, nose, jaw, neck, and bosom.

She often parts her sperm-smeared lips to let us admire the pool of lustrous white sperm that she's collected within the pink interior of her mouth. Then, she swallows our seed to make room for more. Gathering them with her fingertips, she deposits additional gobs of our salty semen inside her mouth to savor before ingesting them. She then licks the remnants of our seed from each of our still-standing cocks and the taut, risen pouches of our contracted scrota. Licking her lips, she smiles at each of us, sometimes taking our pricks into her mouth, one by one, as she handles and fondles the cocks of the other two. A lovelier sight doesn't exist than one's sister, cum-faced, with a cock in her mouth and an additional one in each hand.

(Source: Bukkake Brothers)

CUNNILINGUS

Taking her hand, Anya led her naked guest to her bed. The demon laid upon her back, her thighs spread wide, and Buffy knelt on the mattress, resting her upper body upon her elbows, the hard nipples of her breasts brushing the bed's satin sheets. She lowered her head, her blonde hair spilling over Anya's thighs, like a sprinkle of soft silk. Anya moaned, squirming. Buffy slipped her hands under Anya's buttocks, feeling the weight of her sleek ass cheeks pressing down upon her palms. She kissed the demon's labia, tasting the dew that had gathered on the petals of Anya's sex. Then, she licked the demon's soft, thick pussy lips before slipping the tip of her moist, pink tongue into the folds of Anya's cunt to lick the hard, smooth button of her swollen clitoris. Again, Anya moaned, twisting upon the bed.