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Saga

By: Svenskaflicka



Det var ovanligt mycket kantareller det året. Varje afton, då hon var klar med sina sysslor inomhus och ute i ladugården, skickade Mor ut Saga i skogen för att plocka bär, nötter eller svamp. Varje litet bidrag till att utöka familjens magra kost med, var värdefullt. Saga bar för säkerhets skull med sig en grov käpp som hon bankade i träden med för att oljudet skulle skrämma bort vilda djur. Det fanns gott om lo och varg i trakten, men de brukade hålla sig borta om man väsnades riktigt mycket.

Däremot fanns det andra rovlystna varelser i skogen, som inte lät sig skrämmas lika lätt...

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Grymling spetsade irriterat öronen. Vad var det för oväsen? Han vek de långa öronen dubbla, men det bankande oljudet hördes ändå. Med ett ilsket morrande hasade han sig ur sin grotta och vädrade i luften. Naturligtvis - en människa! Typiskt de där rundörade veklingarna att inte ens kunna färdas tyst genom en skog! Nå, han skulle minsann få tyst på dem..! Med väldiga kliv rusade han genom skogen. Bankandet tystnade och återupptogs ett par gånger, men han behövde inte följa ljudet för att hitta sitt byte; Grymling hade ett utmärkt väderkorn.

Han klev ut i en glänta - och kom av sig. Istället för en grupp av män med bössor, som han väntat sig, fanns där bara en ung flicka. Hon gick framåtböjd och plockade svamp. Grymlings ilska rann av honom och ersattes av en helt annan sorts upphetsning då han såg flickans runda bak peka upp i luften och svänga av och an då hon rörde sig. Grymling morrade lystet. Flickan snurrade hastigt runt, med en grov käpp i ena handen. Hon spärrade upp ögonen i fasa när hon såg det storvuxna trollet komma närmare, och de blev ännu större när hon såg hans ländkläde bukta ut. Grymling grymtade och gned sin hastigt växande lem, drog upp ländklädet och runkade den enorma staken till en längd och grovlek som fick Saga att flämta till. Nog hade hon hört att troll var rikt utrustade, men hon hade trott att det syftade på pengar och guld!

Fyllda 18 år var Saga ingen oskuld längre - hon hade gett upp sin mödom en varm sommarkväll på höskullen för länge sen - men trollets storlek fick det att ila till i henne. Det fanns ingen tvekan om att odjuret skulle lägra henne, frågan var bara om hon skulle kunna förmå honom att inte använda våld. Hon SKULLE kunna ta emot en så stor stake om han bara tog det varligt - alltså fick hon inte förarga honom...

Hon släppte ner veden på marken och tvingade sig att le mot honom. Hon grymtade och kom närmare. Saga drog blusen över huvudet och lät kjolen falla, så att hon stod naken inför det storvuxna trollet. Hon nådde honom knappt till midjan.

Grymling skrockade belåtet åt den unga kvinnans kropp. Trots att de inte hade det alltför fett hemma, vilket gjort Saga smal och senig, så hade hon ändå breda höfter och små, rundade bröst - inte för att det gjort Grymling något om hon sett ut som en pojke eller ens varit en pojke...

Saga gick fram till trollet. Hon var så kort i jämförelse med honom att hon inte behövde böja sig fram för att nå till trollets skrev. Han luktade svett och jord. Hon stålsatte sig och tog trollets lem i sina händer. Hon nådde inte runt den med bara en hand.

Grymling stönade när den söta lilla människan gned hans lem, och han famlade ivrigt efter hennes kropp. Han kände hårdhänt på hennes mjuka, långa flätor och hennes lena, varma skinn, och väste liderligt. Otålig att få börja gav han henne en knuff så att hon föll omkull i gräset. Med en snabbhet och smidighet hon inte hade väntat sig, ställde han sig på knä mellan hennes särade ben, och trängde in i henne. Hon skrek till av smärtan. Det var som att förlora oskulden en gång till. Hans grova, långa lem trängde ut henne så mycket att hon undrade om hon någonsin skulle kunna ta emot en karl av normal storlek igen. Hon klamrade sig fast vid trollets kropp, och tvingade sig att slappna av och ta emot honom. När spänningen släppte, började hon till sin förvåning att njuta av de kraftiga stötarna, och hennes jämrande övergick till lustfyllda stön. Visserligen gjorde det ont var gång den långa lemmen slog mot hennes livmoder, men njutningen var ännu större, och hon tjöt av lycka när den stegrades till sin topp.

Grymling stönade tungt, och ett rikligt flöde svämmade över och sköljde genom människoflickans trånga sköte. Det rann i strömmar ut ur henne och ner i gräset. Han drog sig ur, och Saga låg kvar, helt utmattad. Grymling gruffade välvilligt åt den flicka som gett honom en sån njutning, och som vanan var bland trollen, drog han av en guldring från sin stortå och gav den till henne. Saga flämtade. Den var stor nog att kunna platsa runt hennes handled! Grymling stövlade tillbaka in i skogen och syntes aldrig av mer. Saga vilade sig några timmar innan hon klädde på sig, samlade ihop sin ved, tog sin nya guldring, och gick hem. Tack vare guldet blev hennes familj den rikaste i trakten, och 9 månader senare efter sitt äventyr i skogen födde Saga en stor och stark pojke som döptes till Grim. Han blev sen den förste av ätten Trolleborn.

Saga at School: Saga Examined



You come to class, nervous, right? wondering how you'll do on the test, wondering if you can fake your way out of questions that stump you, right?

Honey, you have a different problem this test day.

Because who's sitting in your chair at your desk today? that nobody else can see?

Uh, huh: me.

'Sit right down,' I say, and now you know what pure sin sounds like when you hear my voice: sweet, alluring (*blush* okay, that was shy-inducing), knowing, and just o-so-slightly dangerous and menacing.

You know you should run, screaming, from the class, right? But you're drawn right into my intense blue eyes that fill your universe.

And, as you are drawn into me, you know what pure sin looks like. White, and sapphire, and ... long and purple. 

Uh, huh: guess what I've got strapped on? Yup: 'phfina's packing.

Saga, you're gonna know what pure sin feels like in a few seconds, 'cause I'm patting my lap with both hands, indicating where you should sit ...

... to take your test.

Oh, yeah: you'll be 'tested,' all right! How long are your exams? 7 or 9 inches?

Oopsie! I meant to write: 'one or two hours?' Silly me!

Either way, inches or hours: your 'test' is gonna be ... loooooong!

You ... sit.

I ease off your panties, growling in your ear about how we will deal with your unpreparedness and insubordination later. Wearing panties to a 'phfina-fuck, indeed? What were you thinking!

But we'll deal with that later, because now you have to focus.

On your test.

And on the warm, warm, unyielding cock I'm easing into you cunt.

'Like it?' I purr, knowing 'like' is not a word you are thinking.

ARE you even thinking at all, Saga?

Saga! You must focus ... on your exam, that is.

I add: 'I kept it nice and wet and warm ...'

And I smile evilly, and conclude: '... in my kitty!'

That purple cock, Monty, by name? Yes, he's been keeping me company, while I awaited your arrival.

And now he's buried, to the hilt, filling you.

You can tell that, by the way, because your ass cheeks are resting on my hips.

'Comfy?' I whisper my inquiry teasingly.

I'm not sure your response is in English, or in any language at all, for that matter.

And, oh, my goodness, are you that close already?

'No cumming!' I snarl, and your whine is one of the most pitiable things one can hear in the universe.

I'm unsympathetic. 'You enrolled in this class; you studied hard. You finish this exam, and answer every question, doing your best. And THEN, if I allow it, you may cum, but only then, you hear me?'

'Yes, mistress,' you whimper, your face pinched in concentration, trying to stay here, trying not to lose it.

'Good girl,' I condescend in my most patronizing tones.

Guess who's bitch you are, Saga. Guess.

The prof hands out the exams and drones pointlessly on how to take it and how much time you have and blah-blah-blah, it's if these profs think the students have never taken an exam before.

... with a big purple cock buried in their cunts.

And an evil little bitch whispering distracting sweet nothings in your ear.

Oh, yes: I am a naughty one, teasing when everybody wants to be serious, playful during homework time or test-taking time. Such a demanding little bitch I am.

Deal with it, Saga.

'Cause as you're answering the questions and writing your essays? My hands? That have eased off your bra? Where are they now, massaging and pinching?

You know where they are. You can feel them. One, firmly grasping one globe, squeezing, but lightly brushing a nipple.

The other? Down there. On your clit. Think this: slow, very slow, circles.

I like to rest my hand on your tummy. I like to feel me in you, solidly filling you. I like to know that you are mine. I like to feel you tighten and quicken, I like to ease off, and feel you pant in exhaustion and desperation, begging, whining for release, feeling like you're gonna die or explode.

'Concentrate, Saga,' I whisper into your shoulder.

'What is this test anyway? Is it math?' I ask carelessly.

Then I say: '5' And kiss your shoulder and neck with 5 quick pecks, that still leave a trail of 'phfina-drool.

Then I say, 'Oh, is that answer 37?'

It's not a math test, by the way, right?

Like I care.

Because I latch onto the back of your neck, suck, nibble, and then you feel my tongue flick. 37 times.

God, Saga, you are so taut! You really need to relax! Your back feels like a brick wall, for goodness sake!

Then the next answer. Is that 10?

No, we'll save '10' for tonight. You strapped, face down, in bed, and me, wearing my elbow-length leather gloves, ready to administer '10' stiff stinging ones, to your ass-cheeks.

You like white leather or black leather, by the way?

No, I think this answer is 6.

Like me: little 'phfina. Little 6.

'Up you go,' I say.

And up you go. 3 inches.

'Down you go,' I say.

And down you go. 3 inches. Or: 'to the hilt.'

And we repeat that 5 more times to get ... 6.

The whole time, my right hand is kneading and pinching and rubbing your tit, and my left: slow, o-so-slow, circles.

Right. Fucking. There.

It must be really hard to fill out all those answers on the test paper with my ... distracting ways, no?

You finish your exam. Somehow. It was all a blur. What, actually, did you write? Was it a math exam, actually? You may or may not know.

'Can I ...' You say through tightly pressed lips.

'Do you have a request for your mistress?' I ask sweetly.

I am never more dangerous, than when I am sweet.

'Please, oh, mistress,' you gasp out, 'please may I cum?'

You wanton slut, you.

'Hmmmm,' I ponder hesitantly, and you think you may, at this point, actually die from want and anticipation.

'Oh,' I say in a remembering/recollecting way that you SO KNOW is just plain wicked, 'what about the bonus question?'

'Bonus question?' you pant disbelievingly.

'Yes, the bonus question, Saga,' I lecture superiorly, 'every quiz has a bonus question, of course. So answer me this question for the ... bonus.'

You wait ... as long as you can ... was that just 3 microseconds?

'What bonus question?' you almost shriek.

I smile. 'You like monty, thrusting in your purrrrfect little cunt, filling you, Saga?'

'Yes!' you cry desperately, hoping that was the bonus question.

No luck for you.

'Okay, then, Saga, your bonus question is this. It's an essay question. You see, monty? He likes it tight, like your tight little twat, squeezing him so hard, and thank you for practicing your kegels during the test, by the way. But imagine this. Imagine monty questing toward your virgin little rosebud, Saga. Imagine him covering in your cum juices, playfully poking, poking, poking at your anus. Playfully. As I lie atop you. And massage your clit with my hand. Imagine him, poking there, just the tip, until you can't stand it any more, and you beg me to enter your ass, Saga. And imagine him, going in, just the head, as I ease him into you, poking, exploring, questing, letting you get used to him, just an inch, poking in, and sliding out. Poking in, and sliding out. Until you beg, 'more' and ... 'harder.' And I give you more. An inch at a time. 2 inches. In and out. In and out. Then 3, then 4 ... then more ... then, Saga, then ... all the way in. Until I'm in your ass, Saga, all the way, and my hips are resting on your cheeks, and my body is on top of yours, and my little hand and fingers are slowly rubbing your clit in slow circles, and I'm kissing you tenderly, until you beg. 'Fuck me.' And I ask, 'Fuck you where, Saga?' And you submit to me completely, and you beg: 'fuck me up the ass, 'phfina, oh, God, fuck me up the ass!'

And I do, Saga. Slow, steady, powerful and deep thrusts. And I whisper vicious nothings in your ear. 'I'm fucking your ass, Saga,' I snarl. 'I'm fucking you up the ass, Saga, and I'm fucking you hard!' and 'You're mine, bitch. You're fucking mine and I'm fucking fucking you and you are mine!' and I ask you, 'Who's are you?'

And you scream, 'I'm yours! I'm yours! I'm yours!' and you cum. so. fucking. hard, with my big purple dick thrusting into and then fully buried up into your ass.

And that's the bonus question, Saga: imagine that and how it would feel.

Oh, and there's a bonus-bonus question about the next week, after a spankie, a good, solid hard, ass-cheeks-are-cherry-red spankie, where, without any preamble, I pull your ass-cheeks apart and bury my well-lubed monty all the way to the hilt right up your ass, and command, 'Cum.'

You can faint, too, cumming and screaming, if you'd like. I'll hold you.

With my big purple cock pinning you down onto the bed, buried to the hilt up your ass.

Bonus questions. Extra credit. You know.

But Saga, why are your eyes rolling up into your head?

The slow circles? They become a little faster, a little more insistent.

And I begin humping, thrusting monty in deep into your sweet little cunt.

'God, I love fucking you, Saga!' I exclaim, panting myself with the effort.

'Please, o, please, o, please, o please oplease, oplz oplz oplz!' you beg.

'Cum, Saga,' I command.

Yes, Saga, you may cum now.

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So, how did you do on your exam? Did you do well?

Just one thing, sweetie, and you know this. 

That test? It's an exam. 

That's what it is. It's important because YOU are important. You want to do well on it because YOU want to do well. The test, in an of itself, are simply words on paper. That's what it is.

Whether you do 'well' on it or not is just an opinion, yours (the most important one) and the grader's and your classmates' and the whole world.

No big deal.

And that test? So what if you turn it in with ink blots marring the paper, and drool, and sweat, and tears, and the words, 'ofuck ofuck ofck ofuck ofuckingfuck o fuk o my fucking god fuck! i ah o ohgod im cummmmmming!' scrawled all over the lines and in the margins? So what? Or so what if you work really hard and get the 'A+ 100% Good job!' So what?

You know what you can do with the former? Frame it. It's art, Saga. You can sell each page for $25 million dollars and people will get into bidding wars to buy originals, especially after they watch the vid of 'Artist: work in progress' on how you made each page, no: each ink blot and smudged word, obscured by spittle. They'll be clamoring for sequels and scour the internet for other works and read and reread the cooking show and beg to suck your toes.

And you'll know what I'll do? Little me? Your fuck toy? Your mistress.

There are clubs that will go fucking nuts for a perfect little sub like you.

I'll put you up on the auction block, Saga. And those other cold bitches, those jealous mistresses.

Some of those biddies are pretty loaded, sweetheart.

You? $1 million for a night. Easy. I can make that easy, especially after all that paparazzi and hubbub of you the great artist exposing 'school life' and 'the rat race' and 'hiding in the closet' and 'real beauty' and every other 'norm' you wish to take on and expose.

And some fucking bitch will be like, I won the auction, here's your cool million, now give me that bitch so I can tame her all night.

And I'll look at you and ask you the question. 'Are you worth a million dollars, Saga?'

And I'll see in your eyes that you know the answer. You can fool everybody else, but you can't fool yourself.

'No, I'm not,' you say, and look away, and curse yourself for not hiding your tears, wanting so desperately to beg me to keep you, but not wanting to make a scene, because you know you're not worth it.

And my firm hand reaches out to your chin, and turns your head to face me, and I say: 'You're right, you're not.'

And I give that Lady her million dollars back and tell her to keep her money. Because I'm going to be holding something infinitely more rich and precious. Tonight I'm going to be holding you. Not worth one million dollars, because you are priceless, Saga.

'Let's go home, Saga.' I say softly.

And we get into your Mercedes or your old beater, and we drive home to your fourth floor flat or your palatial penthouse suite, and I shower you and bring you to bed, and I hold you through the night as you sleep.



Saga of a Slave



Prologue: I am a slave, a real-time, trained, Owned slave. These stories are based on real life experiences that I have had, although names and places have of course been changed. The Mr. O in the stories is my Owner, my Master. He is my world and because of him, I can truly live. As an author’s note, let me say that written erotica flows better without the interruptions of condoms, etc., but remember that safe sex in real life is always a must. Enjoy these writings…your feedback is appreciated.

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Joanna nervously traced circles in the water ring left by her drink. At the end of the bar, a well-built black man with an intense gaze hadn’t stopped staring at her since she’d walked in. She licked her lips and tried to casually sit up straighter so her perky B-cup breasts would jut out further from her chest. She knew he’d be looking at the outline of her nipple rings just below her rock-hard buds. She wondered if he was the one or if he was merely passing time.

Joanna replayed Mr. O’s words in her mind, “Today at 4 o’clock you will arrive at the Downtown Marriott. You will go straight to the bar inside. You will take a seat at the bar and order a drink. Then you will wait. There will be someone there who wants to use you. IF he likes what he sees, then you are to do exactly what he says. Do you understand?”

Joanna had nodded and Mr. O had gone on to tell her exactly how to dress. Those words faded into her memory now as she realized that the black man’s stool was empty. She looked up quickly, then darted her gaze around the dimly lit bar. She felt disappointment wash over her. She was so sure he was the one…and she’d hoped he would be. She had yet to taste the blackness for which she constantly hungered.

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Troy nursed his beer, passing time until the bitch arrived. His contact had assured him that he wouldn’t be disappointed and Troy hoped to hell that he was right. He could always use a new piece of white ass to fuck, especially one who hadn’t yet been opened. He made casual conversation with the brotha behind the bar and he didn’t look up when he saw the bartender’s eyes flicker with appreciation as a new customer sat down at the bar. Wouldn’t do to have her know he was the one.

Troy eventually looked her way. She was looking at him, lust written plainly on her face. Troy had seen that look before from many women. He knew what he had to offer and he couldn’t wait for her to find out. His cock throbbed beneath his jeans and he continued to look at her. She quickly averted her gaze, licking her lips. Troy swore he could see her nipples harden under her blouse and he saw the outline of her nipple rings. So far so good…he liked ‘em pierced.

The top she was wearing was a plain button-down…much too plain, but it hung nicely on her. It would be easy to rip off her svelte body. Her skirt was black and very short, and her heels were five inch black stilettos. Simple, classy…a nice white whore to break.

The barkeep also liked ‘em pierced. He leered at her, suddenly juvenile, and Troy was disgusted with this half-assed show of overly-confident masculinity. Time to teach the brotha here what white hoes really want.

Troy motioned to the barkeep and slipped a tenner across the bar. “Leave it alone, man…she’s mine tonight.” The bartender pocketed the money with a leering grin and gave him a solid pat on the shoulder. “Yeah…awright…”

Troy watched the bitch for a further few minutes. She seemed lost in thought and didn’t even move when he got up from his stool and circled behind her.

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Joanna felt his grip in her hair first. She gasped and looked up to meet the bartender’s eyes. He was also black, and he was watching her with a jeering grin. The hand in her hair directed her eyes to the mirror at the back of the bar. Joanna gasped again as she looked into the mirror and saw the large black hand in her hair, saw the well-built form standing next to her, and then she heard his voice, deep, a low gravely tone that spoke directly into her ear, “You’re here to be used.” It was a statement and Joanna wasn’t sure if she was to respond.

Then he spoke again, “Follow me…”

He walked away and Joanna got up from her stool on shaky legs. He waited for her and then motioned for her to walk in front of him on their way to the elevator. Joanna could feel his gaze burning into her, into her ass, into her legs, inspecting the meat.


They reached the elevator and once inside, Joanna felt his hard body behind her as he pushed her into the elevator wall. His voice again, “Lick the wall, slut…” and she did, sticking her tongue out as far as possible, wanting him to desire her. And he did, she could feel it, his hard groin settling into the crack of her ass. She arched her back and pushed her ass harder against him, and heard him laugh. “Yeah, the white bitch wants it…”

His hand in her hair again, and this time he yanked her head back and his mouth devoured her lips. The elevator rose steadily and by the time it stopped, Joanna was panting and moaning with lust. Oh the power of his kiss. The touch of his black hands. The feel of his hard dick against her ass. His hard body. The power. The blackness. She would do anything for his black cock. Anything. And he knew it.

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Troy was hell-bent on using this white ho til she begged for mercy. She was already panting heavily, lust for him plainly written on her face. It was always a rush have a prissy white lady turn into a slut. This one was already a slut, but he’d bet his last dollar that at times she could be as prissy as they came. 

He’d always liked white women. It had started in high school, with his first girlfriend. She was white, and all his friends gave him what-for about it. But he didn’t care. The rush of seeing a white face next to his black dick was all he really cared about. The feeling of control that came with shoving his hard ten-incher down her throat. The knowledge that his bitch was white and she’d do anything he wanted. Black women simply didn’t go there…or at least that was the unspoken rule. 

When the elevator stopped he let go of the bitch and led her to his room. He turned around once to find her on rather unsteady legs. He laughed again.

Once inside the room, Troy pushed her to her knees, right inside the door. “Suck my dick, ho,” was all he said and she quickly pressed her hands against his cock at once. She opened his zipper to let his cock flop out while she stared at it, open-mouthed. Troy took her head and pushed it to his groin, feeling her inhale his scent. He smiled. Gotta love a good ho.

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Joanna couldn’t stop staring at the blackness of the cock in front of her. She could hardly believe that she was finally seeing a black man in all his glory for the first time. She inhaled his aroma as he pushed her head into his groin, and then he thrust his growing dick into her mouth, against the back of her throat. She gagged and he let her back off before thrusting forward again. He pistoned slowly in and out of her mouth, and she tried to relax her throat. The power of all his blackness was overwhelming and she felt like the true slut that she was.

When he withdrew his cock from her mouth, she felt empty. She stroked its hardness with her fingertips, stroked its length, felt the veins all around the shaft, felt the thick head pulse in her hand. She wanted him to fuck her…and fuck her good.

He gripped her hair and brought her to her feet. His mouth came down on hers again, his cock wedged between their stomachs. Joanna arched her back and ground against his dick. She lifted one long leg up and wrapped it around him, humping against him. She moaned and whimpered as she surrendered to his tongue, to his sensual mouth, to his primal kisses that reached to the animal deep within her. She growled softly and gasped then as he tore open her blouse, buttons scattering everywhere.

“Nice tits…you’ll make me a good whore…” he squeezed her breasts without mercy, making her yelp in surprise. He pinched her nipples and tweaked her nipple rings. He kissed her, tongue fucking her mouth, as he unzipped her skirt. It dropped to the floor and she spread her legs to step out of it. His long black fingers found her wet pink slit and they slipped inside her cunt, thrusting, controlling her.

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Troy pushed her white ass down on the bed and then he undressed himself at a leisurely pace, allowing her eyes to meander over his hard black body. His cock was pulsing for some pussy, and some white ass, and he wanted her to want him. He knew she did.

Once naked, he climbed atop her and pinned her to the bed with his cock between them. He humped slowly, kissing her deeply, feeling her tongue swirling around his and enjoying the heat from her cunt on his balls. Then he thrust his ass back so that his cock was positioned at her cunt and he dipped the head of his cock just barely inside. “Gonna make you my whore ya know…you’re never gonna want anything but me and my black dick again. Gonna open you…” and he thrust inside. He felt her heat swallow him. She was tight. He began to hump into her, his black cock parting the pink folds of her white cunt. She writhed beneath him. “Oh yeah…god…fuck me….fuck me hard…yes…” and she began to whimper and moan and her moans rose in intensity the harder he fucked her.

He withdrew long enough to flip her over on her hands and knees, and he knelt behind her and took her like the animal she was. He cracked her white ass with one large black hand *CRACK* and she yelped. Then she moaned. “Yes….moorrre….” He fucked her harder, his thick ten-inch dick pounding in and out of her tight juicy twat. He could see her juices coating his cock and he slammed his tool into her again and again. Her ass cheeks jiggled as he pounded and her tits bounced as he ground her into the bed.

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Joanna reached back to feel his muscular ass as it tightened and released in time with his thrusts. God, he was a glorious creature. Tight muscle. Lean. A fucking machine. She arched her back even more and thrust her ass back at him. He fucked her steadily, but in a more sensual and primal way than she had ever experienced before. There were no jerky thrusts, no breaks in his rhythm. She looked down between her spread legs and saw his black balls slapping against her clit. 

He flipped her on her back again, and thrust his cock into her, picking up where he’d left off. She marveled at his stamina. Never before had anyone fucked her like he was fucking her. She loved it. Joanna wrapped her long legs around his waist as he humped into her. He kissed her then, long deep kisses, as he ground his dick into her cunt. Joanna felt each thrust rubbing against her clit, felt the pressure inside her building, and she breathed faster and tore her mouth away from his, “Jesus God…fuck me…god fuck me…harder…more…don’t stop….I’m gonna cum all over your big black dick…fuck me with that thing…harder….god…” and she screamed loud as she peaked in orgasm, “Fuck yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…..yes…yes…yes…yes...”

Her orgasm seemed to last forever and once she relaxed slightly she realized she was STILL being fucked. And she realized that she still wanted it…even more now. He flipped her over on her stomach again, and slapped her ass. He told her to “git on yo’ knees, bitch,” and she arched her back and stuck out her ass.

Joanna felt his finger probe into her asshole and she yelped again. But she realized that that’s what she wanted and she ground her ass against his cock. He grinned, “Yeah, gonna give you a piece of my meat in yo’ white ass, huh slut.”

She felt his cock pierce the head of her anus and she involuntarily tightened. “Relax…” he said, for the first time using a more soothing voice. She did and he worked in and out of her asshole.

“Go easy please,” she begged, “I’ve never had anything that big in there before…”

He poured more lube on his cock and worked it in and out of her. Deeper and deeper he went. Soon Joanna’s muscles relaxed and she began to enjoy the sensation of this big black dick stroking in and out of her ass. She loved it, in fact, and without realizing it she began to beg. “Do me…yeah…do me…make me your whore….call me your whore…fuck my ass…treat me dirty…spank me…please…please fuck me…”

He thrust harder into her ass and spanked her cheeks til they warmed. “Yeah, you sho are a whore. A white whore. My white whore. And I’m gonna share ya…share ya with the brothas…”

He reached for his pants pocket, still fucking her, and withdrew his cell phone. “I’m gonna call somebody right now. You need more holes filled, don’t ya slut.”

Joanna panicked. Mr. O hadn’t said anything about more than one man. “Wait…wait please…I have instructions I have to follow…please…I have to make a phone call…”

“Well hurry up about it then…” and Joanna nervously grabbed her phone and dialed Mr. O’s number even as she was still being fucked. He answered on the second ring, “Everything alright?”

“Yes, Sir…may I ask you a question?” Joanna knew he would be able to hear the sound of the black stud’s hips hitting her ass as he fucked her.

“Yes.”

“This guy…who’s…fucking me…has a friend and he wants to call him because he says I need more…” she waited, not sure what the response would be.

“Put him on the phone,” was the instruction.

Joanna handed her phone over and the black stud and her Owner conversed for a short time before he handed her phone back. Mr. O told her that everything was fine. Then he ended the conversation, “Just remember…when they’re done with you, you’ll come home and be used by me as you relay the entire story. Goodbye for now.”

Joanna felt her cunt pulse with increased lust. The black stud was on the phone, obviously with his friend, and Joanna was suddenly nervous when he said, “Sho…couple minutes then.” He hung up, stroking her ass with his thick meat with renewed energy.

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Troy had decided that the juvenile barkeep downstairs needed some lessons about white hoes so he’d persuaded him to take a break. This white ass was his now and by extending her to the barkeep, that kid would be put in his place. A knock at the door sounded minutes later.

Troy hollered, “Use yo’ key…I know you got one…” and the door opened. The slut looked around and he saw her eyes widen as she recognized the guy from the bar. Troy kept fucking her ass.

“Take off yo’ pants, man…she’s a good cocksucker…” and the kid looked nervous but did as he was told. His cock was much smaller than Troy’s, and he walked over to the bed and the white slut inhaled his entire dick, sucking hard. The kid moaned and closed his eyes like he was in heaven.

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Joanna couldn’t believe her good fortune. Her nervousness about having two black men at once disappeared once she saw the second cock and she wanted it in her mouth immediately. She moaned around it, “Fuck me…fuck…fuck….uh…uh…uh..uh…” The kid stroked her hair and moaned as she sucked him to hardness.

Joanna wanted more. She told the bartender to lay down on the bed and she said she wanted to fuck him. The stud in her ass laughed and slapped her reddened ass cheeks, “Yeah…heh heh…you sho are a white ho…”

The bartender looked a bit leery but lay down on the bed. Joanna and the stud in her ass positioned themselves over him and she took his cock in her hand. It was hard, pulsing, and her cunt was hungry. She positioned him at the opening of her cunt, “Now, push…” and he grunted as his cock slipped into her very tight hole.

“Tight piece of ass..” he grunted out. The stud laughed.

They set up a rhythm then and Joanna could barely hang on. She collapsed on top of the bartender and let them use her. She felt full…actually more than full. She felt the cum building within her again and she rode the waves of arousal. The bartender moaned louder and said he was going to cum soon. Joanna lowered her lips to his and he kissed her back softly, his big lips caressing hers. She groaned and then began to growl. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…uhhh…uhhhh…yeahhh…..uhhh…gonna cum…Jesus….uhhhh….YES….” she shrieked and couldn’t even move. She felt her orgasm peak forever and she could do nothing but close her eyes and feel the tremors passing through her ass, through her cunt, through her stomach and up through the top of her head.

“Shit man….I’m gonna shoot…” the bartender stiffened and stopped moving as he emptied his load into her. 

The stud laughed and pulled out. The bartender’s cock softened and slipped out, along with a flood of hot cum. Joanna’s throat felt hoarse and her legs weak.

The stud helped her off the bed after using a towel to wipe off her ass and his cock. “Git on yo’ knees, ho…”

* * * * * *

Troy looked at the white slut on the floor in front of him and wanted to cover her face in his cum. He wanted to make that juvenile see what cumming should really be like. He wanted to teach him that white hoes were to be used and covered in hot thick semen.

He stroked his cock right above her face. Lustful hunger was still plainly visible in the way she looked at him. She still hadn’t had enough. He stroked his cock and let himself feel the cum boiling in his balls. He wanted to mark this white slut with his cum. He’d send her home with it all over her face. His hand moved faster and he groaned, “Yeah, that’s it whore, open those pretty red lips…you such a white ho…c’mon…open ‘em…you gonna take all my hot cum…all over those lips…that nose…that throat…those tits…those cheeks….” and Troy felt his cum starting up his shaft… “oh yeah…gonna cum for you….gonna cum for ya, ho….soon…here it cums…yeah…uh…uh….uh…uh……uhhhhhhhhhh….uhhhhhhhh…” His hot cum splattered in spurts all over her lips and cheeks. Some landed in her hair, some landed on her tits. Some landed on her forehead and on her ear.

Finally he was spent. He told her to go to the mirror and make sure all that cum was rubbed into her face before she left. He watched her re-dress in her skirt and shoes, noticing she’d brought an extra shirt. Her face was shiny with his cum. Her ass still swayed from side to side in a sexual display as she left the room. He vowed to have that white slut again…she was one fine piece of ass.



Saga of a Slave: Pulse of a Woman



Prologue: I am a slave, a real-time, trained, Owned slave. These stories are based on real life experiences that I have had in addition to personal fantasies, although names and places have of course been changed. The Mr. O in the stories is my Owner, my Master. He is my world and because of him, I can truly live. As an author’s note, let me say that written erotica flows better without the interruptions of condoms, etc., but remember that safe sex in real life is always a must. Enjoy these writings…your feedback is appreciated.

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As Joanna lathered her water-slick body with a warm mango-scented body wash, she let her fingers float lingeringly across her nipples. They were hard, as always, the silver rings hanging from the pinkish-brown buds keeping them in a constantly erect state. She leaned against the tiled shower wall, gasping at first at the cool as it hit her back. She closed her eyes. Tonight would be special. That’s all she knew. She would receive more instructions from Mr. O soon, but for now all he’d told her was to prepare herself well.

Her hands cupped her B size breasts, and she smoothed her toned stomach and ran her fingers down to the cleft between her legs. Her skin was smooth, as always. She shaved her entire body, with the exception of her head, a requirement of Mr. O. She slipped the middle finger of her right hand between her swollen lips at the vee of her thighs. She was slippery with her own juices, as she knew she would be, already excited at the anticipation of the unknown. 

She reached deeper with her finger, letting another finger join in, then another, as she rubbed her cunt lips, working in toward her clit. Eventually she touched her swollen bud, and she gasped and arched her back. Christ she was horny. She rubbed in small circles around her clit, concentrating her two-fingered touches on the right side. Her hips thrust up to meet her hand, and her legs felt weak. She knelt on the floor of the tub, then, the warm shower water cascading over her head and body. She kept touching her clit, firm strokes, regular controlled strokes. She felt the tingles begin in her lower belly, felt the tightness start to build, felt her breath quicken, felt her body begin to sweat, felt her back arch.

But she wanted more. She reached for the shaving cream can on the side of the tub. Making sure the cap was on securely, she placed it on the tub floor. She wanted a dick inside her, preferably a big dick, one that would stretch her openings and fill her so that she’d nearly split in two.

Her mind drifted and soon in her fantasy she was squatting over a giant of a man. When standing he was over seven feet tall. In fact, perhaps he was eight or even nine feet tall. He was like a Paul Bunyan of the urban world and he wore a suit and tie. A well-dressed giant. His clothes covered his body with the exception of his huge erection that poked out the fly opening in his suit trousers. It was so huge that it would barely fit out the zippered fly. In Joanna’s mind it was real, and in her mind she was ready to lower herself onto that huge log of a cock. In her mind it was dripping pre-cum and the head was swelled as big as her fist. The veins pulsed and pumped with the blood of the giant’s arousal, but he lay still, awaiting the encompassment of her hot wet twat around his tool.

Joanna began to sink down onto the shaving cream can and in her mind the giant’s huge cock began to disappear into her slippery depths. She moaned and worked her cunt downwards on the can. That log of a cock hurt her. Perhaps it would tear her in two. But she didn’t care. She needed it. She touched her clit desperately and forced that hard dick into her cunt a few inches further. She began to rise up and down on it, and she swore she heard the giant groan. She swore she felt his cock pulse. She swore she felt that log inside her begin to swell even bigger. It was so huge that it was rubbing that special place inside her that built her cum. She sank up and down on the cock, faster and faster, feeling the head as big as her fist pump her insides. It hurt so good and she rubbed her clit harder. She heard the giant groan, felt him grip her hips, felt him yank her down further onto his log. He pulsed inside her and swelled bigger and bigger and then he panted in his deep deep voice, “Fuck I’m going to cum soon,” and then he pumped and groaned and his seed started pulsing forth from his log, deep inside her belly. Joanna panted and as she heard that giant groan in her mind, she too felt her stomach tighten. She felt her entire body clench and then the peak exploded from her cunt, ripping through her stomach, up through the top of her head. She growled and moaned and panted, her eyes shut, her head thrown back under the stream of water showering down upon her, her back arched, her fingers still moving between her legs, and a can of shaving cream totally encased in her swollen cunt.

Finally the spasms stopped and Joanna withdrew the can with some difficulty. She was always amazed at the power of the mind. Her body could do anything and could take anything that was given to her if her mind was in the proper place.

Joanna was still horny but the water was running cold. She rose shakily to her feet and finished her shower. As she was drying her body with a soft towel, she heard the apartment door slam and knew that her roommate, Michelle, had returned. The plan was to go out for the evening, but they hadn’t decided where yet. Joanna was hoping that Mr. O had some input. 

Just then her phone rang…Mr. O. Joanna answered, “Hello….I was just thinking about you!”

“You were…!”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s good. Now, tonight I want you and Michelle to go to a place you’ve never been to before. Make it a place where lesbians like to hang out. I want you to feel like a piece of meat for a woman for once, and we’ll see what the night brings. Dress provocatively and make sure Michelle does the same. Any questions?”

“Yes, just one,” Joanna answered.

“Ask me.”

“Well…what if some woman hits on me…what do I do then?”

“You’ll know when the right woman comes along. When she does, you’ll call me and we’ll decide what to do.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very good…now go get ready.”

Joanna hung up the phone and called her friend Brad. He knew the Cities better than she did, and she asked him for the names of a couple lesbian bars. She didn’t think Michelle would know the difference, and she settled on a bar/dance club named “NightLife.” She mentioned it as a possibility to Michelle and they both decided that it would be a good change from their usual haunts. Michelle wondered what to wear and Joanna mentioned that there would probably be a dress code so they shouldn’t wear jeans and possibly they should dress like little sluts and go out and have a blast. Michelle liked that idea so the plan was in place.

While Michelle showered in lukewarm water – ‘sorry,’ Joanna thought, ‘but oh, was it worth it,’ – Joanna readied herself. She did her face and hair and then carefully chose her clothes. She opted for a miniskirt in white, with a zipper up the middle front. On top she choose to wear a sleeveless cowl-neck sweater, in a soft fluffy white knit. Her nipples showed as bumps under the sweater, and the outline of the rings was still visible. On her feet she wore a pair of white lace-up stiletto knee-high boots. She liked the lace-up kind…sort of like a pair of corsets for her feet and legs. The control comforted her.

She looked in the mirror after adding big silver hoop earrings. She looked like a snow angel…and she laughed. If people only knew that the angel part wasn’t quite true. But the white did contrast nicely with her dark tan skin and her now-dark hair.

She ran her hands over her body and took a deep breath. She was nervous. She didn’t want a bunch of dykes hitting on her, even though she knew she might look like one with her super-short haircut. But her pretty face and elegant way of dressing and feminine manners belied what might otherwise be a masculine look.

Joanna stepped out of her bedroom and Michelle peeked her head out. “Ooooh…you look great!” She opened her door, then, and Joanna saw she was wearing a red corset top and a short black skirt. She had on black knee-high stilettos, and Joanna whistled in appreciation. “We’re not gonna be able to shake ‘em off tonight!” and Michelle laughed.

Finally they were ready to depart and after listening to dance tunes all the way to the bar, they found a place to park and walked inside. The atmosphere was sultry, with the base thumping and the dark red walls glowing. The bouncer looked at their IDs and took their cover money.

Once inside, they bought drinks and looked around. Michelle was the first to speak, “Hey…there’s a lot of women here…”

Joanna acted surprised, “Huh….sure are. That’s weird. Brad said this was a cool place.”

Michelle continued to look around for any sign of the male species but found none. “You know…this really looks like it’s a lesbian bar!”

Joanna forced a shocked look onto her face, “No….wow…well, this will be our diversity training for the month. I don’t know where else to go so we might as well have fun here. If anyone tries to pick us up, we can just tell them that we’re here together.”

Michelle agreed and Joanna wished they were more than just there together. She’d lusted after Michelle ever since she met her, and since she’d been living with her Michelle nearly drove her to the brink of craziness with her full lips, bedroom eyes, and hot bod. But Joanna didn’t think Michelle was into women…but maybe she’d find out tonight…

Joanna felt eyes on her as they made their way to the dance floor. She saw a few plaid shirts and blue jeans but most of the women were well-dressed. She was relieved that this wasn’t a typical butch hangout. 

Joanna and Michelle danced a few hot numbers, but they never touched even though grinding masses of women surrounded them. Some of them were really beautiful and Joanna was more than turned on. She couldn’t figure out how to get around Michelle’s barriers, and offered to buy her another drink, “Since you drove here, I’ll stay sober and drive us home…have another drink.”

Michelle accepted the drink and they danced a few more songs. Finally they made their way to an empty table to rest. After a few minutes, Joanna felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked first at the hand. Long, well-manicured fingers, blood red fingernails, and then Joanna glanced up to see a gorgeous woman standing next to her. The woman was tall and slim and was wearing a long black dress with a slit to her bellybutton that showed ample cleavage. The woman looked to be in her 30s and her blue eyes bored into Joanna’s. Her hair was long and dark and her skin was tan. She pulled up a stool without saying a word. Joanna was entranced and she knew Michelle was watching her but she couldn’t look away from this vision.

The woman spoke in a husky voice, “I’ve been watching you two…are you here together?”

Michelle piped up, “Well, we say that but really we’re not…I mean, we’re roommates and all but we’re just out having fun…”

Joanna didn’t say anything, mesmerized by the blue eyes. The woman spoke again, “And you…why are YOU here?”

Joanna cleared her throat, “Uh…I like to dance.” How silly…couldn’t she think of a better thing to say?

“Which you do very well…” the woman smiled and Joanna felt a bit more at ease and dared to smile back.

“I’m Janine,” the woman said, extending her hand to both Michelle and Joanna. Instead of shaking with them, however, she kissed the palms of both their hands. Michelle looked shocked but didn’t pull her hand away. Joanna felt like she’d melted and gone to heaven. This woman was amazing. It had been so long…

“I’m in town on business and I like coming here…no pun intended…” she laughed huskily and Joanna joined in. Michelle looked just a little uncomfortable.

Janine continued, “Seriously though, this is a nice place and you two girls are the most beautiful ones here…”

Michelle said, “Well, we didn’t know this was a lesbian bar…we’re not lesbians and we didn’t know where else to go…the music is good though.”

Janine looked knowingly at Joanna and Joanna had to bite back a grin. Janine seemed as though she knew Joanna had brought Michelle here on purpose in an attempt to seduce her by surrounding her by lesbians.

Janine laughed, “Well, if you two get tired of dancing, we could always go to my room. I mean…just for drinks…I have a bar in my room and it’s better than paying five bucks a pop and it’s less crowded and less smoky… it’s just down the street…the Marriott.”

They’d passed it on the way to the bar and Joanna thought this offer had good possibilities. She looked at Michelle who shrugged, which meant that she’d seriously consider leaving the smoky bar behind.

Joanna looked back at Janine, “Yeah, that sounds a lot more appealing…tell ya what, I’ve gotta run to the restroom…I’ll be right back…you guys stay here so I know where to find you…” Joanna left in a hurry, afraid that one of them might follow her to the restroom.

Once in the furthest stall from the door, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Mr. O. He picked up on the second ring and she briefly told him about the woman they’d met and her offer of refreshments at her room.

Mr. O said, “This sounds like a good opportunity. As long as you feel this woman is safe, you may go with her, but you may only go with her as long as Michelle goes too. Also, you may get as sexual with her as you want, but only if Michelle is also involved. Under NO other circumstances are you to get sexual with this woman or anyone else. Michelle is the key. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good, now go have fun and call me when you’re through.”

Joanna finished in the bathroom and returned to their table. Michelle was laughing at something Janine had said and seemed to be looking more relaxed.

Janine looked up, “Ah, there you are…thought you fell in…are we ready?”

Michelle jumped up, “Let’s party!” and Joanna was encouraged by her enthusiasm.

Joanna followed Janine’s sporty coupe in Michelle’s SUV. Soon they arrived at the hotel. Janine had a room on the 12th floor, and it was a gorgeous view. The balcony overlooked the city and the cold air was refreshingly crisp. Joanna stepped back into the room as Michelle used the restroom and Janine set up the bar. Janine looked at the closed bathroom door. “So…what’s the story with you two?”

Joanna replied in a low voice, “Well, I don’t know how she is toward women…I’m….well….I like women…”

“…and men?” Janine asked. Joanna laughed nervously and nodded.

“So do I…I’m married and my husband lets me have a few girls on the side when I’m out of town…no men then…but when I get home…” she winked.

She continued, “Well, we’ll have to work on your friend tonight…how’s that sound?”

Joanna nodded eagerly and Janine laughed, “You do want her, don’t you…I should be jealous!”

Michelle came out of the bathroom then and perched on a barstool. “So what are we talkin’ about?” she asked.

“How gorgeous you are,” Janine said.

Michelle giggled nervously and stirred her drink. Things got quiet for a few moments before Janine turned on some music. She walked to the couch, wiggling her hips, “So…why don’t you two tell me a little bit about yourselves….”

The three women talked for awhile about families, jobs, and life in general before Janine steered the conversation toward a sexual avenue. Janine talked about her own sexual interests, told them about her first sexual encounter, and she was very open about her interest in women. Michelle’s rapt attention was focused on the gorgeous older woman and Joanna thought maybe this had broken the ice.

Michelle asked a few pointed questions like, “How does it feel to kiss another woman?” and “Aren’t you afraid of what other people will say?”

Janine answered, “First of all, no, I’m not afraid of what others will say but I AM discreet. And quite frankly, I can’t imagine anyone turning up their nose a couple beautiful women going at it. I mean, if women take care of themselves, it’s a joy to behold.”

Michelle nodded her head, “Yeah, I can see that…I guess I’m curious but I’m afraid of what others will think.”

Janine shook her head, “Don’t think about it, darling. It’s not worth the worry. Besides, you could have the best of both worlds then…the men and the women. It’s about a man’s hardness and a woman’s softness. Wouldn’t you like to feel that contrast?”

Michelle had a look on her face that Joanna had never seen before. Michelle nodded slowly and looked hesitantly at Joanna. Joanna averted her gaze, afraid of scaring her.

Janine broke in, “So…try it…here…where it’s safe. I’m not pushing you but I think you’re missing out. I was once like you, hesitant, afraid, and now I’m happy and free to love men and women and experience so many different feelings.”

Michelle nervously licked her lips and Janine took the signal. She lowered her voice, “Give it a try, Michelle…c’mere…” and she guided Michelle across the couch, closer to her. Joanna had never seen Michelle act so submissive, and she quickly moved to the floor to give Michelle and Janine more room. Her time would come.

Janine reached out and stroked Michelle’s cheek. “Close your eyes,” she whispered, and Michelle obeyed and Janine slowly moved her face closer to Michelle’s til their lips were a hair’s width apart. Michelle’s chest rose and fell with quick breaths, and then Janine touched her lips to Michelle’s. She held them there for a few seconds, then backed off. Michelle opened her eyes in a daze and then leaned in again. Janine’s lips captured hers once more and they went still, lips pressed together, for many seconds. Janine pulled away again, not wanting to push too far too fast.

Joanna realized she’d been holding her breath and she let it out in a sigh. Janine looked her way and smiled. “Somebody’s feelin’ left out…c’mere, darlin’…”

Joanna rose to her knees and her heart beat faster as Janine’s lips touched hers. Joanna’s eyes closed and her mouth opened and Janine’s tongue slipped in against hers. Joanna moaned deep in her throat as Janine’s tongue fucked into her mouth, possessing her. Janine let her gasp in a quick breath, “Yessss….” before her lips and mouth possessed Joanna’s again. The kiss lasted longer this time, and Joanna’s cunt was dripping. She arched her back and ran a hand through Janine’s hair, against her face, down her arm, just barely touching the side of her breast. 

Then Joanna got the shock of her life. With her other hand, Janine had drawn Michelle closer to the two of them as they kissed, and now Michelle was close enough to join in. Three sets of lips and tongues went wild before Janine backed away and Joanna discovered just how full and soft Michelle’s lips were. She felt Michelle tremble and they moaned into each other’s lips as their passion mounted. The kiss turned into a full French and soon their tongues were exploring lips and teeth and mouths and soon they were groping each other, breasts crushed against breasts, hands on backs and asses. Eventually they broke for air and, gasping, they looked at each other with lust. “God, Shell…” Joanna moaned, and they kissed again, oblivious to the older woman sitting on the couch watching them.

Joanna caressed Michelle’s face, wanting to take it slow. But she’d waited so long and she ran her hand through Michelle’s hair, down the back of her neck, and down her back. She grazed her fingers over Michelle’s full ass, and then she ran her hand up Michelle’s side, under her arm, just barely grazing her breast. Michelle started moving her hands over Joanna’s body, over her back, lightly over her ass, over her hips, and up her back again. Their full lips locked in embrace, their tongues twining and twisting, and Joanna felt a body behind her and she reached back to grasp Janine’s ass and pull her body in close to her. Joanna was in a heavenly sandwich and she dug her nails into the flesh of Janine’s bottom. She felt Janine’s breasts pressing against her back and the heat of Janine’s mouth as she kissed and licked and bit Joanna’s neck. The three of them were moaning and finally Joanna slid her right hand down Michelle’s chest to cup her breast. Michelle stiffened only for a second as Joanna caressed the fullness through her bra and corset top.




Saga of a Slave: Pulse of a Woman



Joanna and Michelle broke their kiss long enough for Janine to lift off Joanna’s sweater. Michelle pulled away slightly and gasped at the sight of Joanna’s nipple rings. “Wow….may…may I touch them?”

Joanna managed, “God yes…” before twisting her head to receive a long, slow, sensuous kiss from Janine. Michelle hesitantly touched Joanna’s nipples, grazing her fingers over the rings. Joanna took her hands and showed her how to touch her…how to twist the nipple, how to make her gasp in pain and pleasure. Joanna’s tongue was being plundered by Janine’s when she gasped through the kiss for Michelle’s hot mouth had latched around her left nipple and Joanna felt a tremor flow through her body. She growled softly into Janine’s mouth…the primal beast was awakening.

At length Janine pulled back and whispered, “Why don’t the two of you get on the bed and explore each other…I want to sit here and watch.”

Michelle hesitated, but Joanna grasped her hand and pulled her to the bed. She wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass them by. Once on the bed, Joanna took Michelle’s face in her hands and kissed her full red lips tenderly, then harder, and then harder still and with more lust and passion as Michelle’s lips parted under hers. Their kiss became lust-filled and they moaned softly into each other’s mouths. Joanna reached for the zipper on Michelle’s corset top and slowly opened it. As the top fell away, Joanna stroked the smooth tanned stomach, running her hands up to Michelle’s bra. Michelle hesitated again but Joanna kissed her with greater intensity as she unclasped the garment.

Michelle’s breasts finally hung free and Joanna gasped. She wanted to devour the D-sized beauties and she barely held herself back. She groaned, “God, Shell, you are so gorgeous,” and then she bent her head to one small nipple and sucked hard. She was rewarded with a groan of arousal from Michelle and Joanna continued to tease her, first one nipple, then the other, until she could tell that the hard buds ached. Michelle cautiously caressed Joanna’s breasts and nipples and soon both women were panting and moaning. They finally gave into their lust, falling to the bed, lips locked, tongues fucking, hands groping breasts and nipples. They licked and bit each others’ necks and shoulders, and then they wriggled out of their skirts. The were fully naked except for their boots when Joanna lay on the bed. “Straddle me,” she whispered.

Michelle didn’t hesitate now, and Joanna saw her trimmed cunt moving closer to her face. She could see the wetness dripping from Michelle’s slit and she was pleased to know how turned on she was. She took one long finger and traced the outline of Michelle’s short bush. It was heaven to look at this creature as she knelt above her. Joanna slipped her finger into the slit and a rush of slippery hot wetness instantly coated her. She rubbed down one lip and up the other, not rushing, just exploring. Michelle was panting and moaning and then Joanna slipped her finger into Michelle’s cunt, all the way to the knuckle. Michelle bucked again it, “God…please…”

“Please what?” whispered Joanna.

“Please…please…I don’t know…that feels so good…”

Joanna slowly finger-fucked Michelle, loving the heat that seemed as if it would burn her. She placed her other hand on Michelle’s ass and brought her closer to her mouth. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked her slit, from the hole her finger was fucking to the start of the hair. Joanna found Michelle’s clit and worked it with her tongue, alternately flicking it and sucking on it. Michelle’s hips began to move, grinding her cunt into Joanna’s face. Joanna felt Michelle’s inner muscles tighten as her hips moved faster. “Fuck, oh fuck,” Michelle moaned in a throaty voice. Her leg muscles tensed and Joanna sucked on her clit, flicking it with her tongue inside her mouth. Michelle panted and then tensed, “Fuck, I’m cumming…” and Joanna felt a rush of liquid heat coat her chin. Michelle trembled as the spasms shook her body. Eventually she calmed and climbed off Joanna’s face with a smile on her lips. “That was wonderful…”

Joanna grinned, “Good, glad you enjoyed…”

Their conversation was interrupted by Janine. Both girls had momentarily forgotten about the older woman, but now they stared at Janine’s naked body. She was in great shape but what made Joanna’s mouth water was the rubber strap-on dildo Janine had attached around her waist. It had a remote control with it, and Joanna could only imagine that it must also vibrate.

Michelle laughed and told Joanna to go for it, that she’d watch from the couch. Joanna was only too happy to comply, as horny as she was. Janine pushed Joanna onto the bed, on her hands and knees. She suddenly became more forceful as she slapped Joanna’s ass…hard. *CRACK* Joanna yelped and Janine laughed, “You like it rough, don’t ya?”

“Yes….yes…uh…” Joanna panted and then grunted as Janine suddenly shoved the entire length of the strap-on into Joanna’s dripping cunt. Joanna felt it fill her, felt it rub her inner pleasure, and her hand moved to her clit to touch it in time with Janine’s thrusts. Janine picked up the remote, then, and turned on the vibrator.

Joanna groaned as the vibrations shook her cunt. Janine was obviously well-practiced with the strap-on as she fucked Joanna steadily. “Yes, fuck me….fuck me hard…yes…do it…” Joanna panted. “Ohhhhh god….” She touched her clit and humped back at Janine. The older woman’s long fingernails dug into her hips as she hung on. Janine must have been feeling the vibrations too, because she started to moan.

“C’mere, honey,” Janine panted in a hoarse voice, looking at Michelle. Michelle walked over to the bed and kissed Janine. Joanna turned her head to look behind her and saw Michelle tongueing Janine. Janine was groaning and Michelle was tweaking her nipples. Janine’s thrusts became faster and more urgent and Joanna furiously rubbed her clit. She felt the peak approaching, felt her back arching, and she began to groan deep in her throat, “Fuck, you guys, I’m gonna cum…fuck me, Janine…fuck me hard…harder…deeper…c’mon…FUCK….” and she came, spasming around the plastic dick inside her. Janine felt the pull of Joanna’s muscles on the strap-on and with Michelle’s tongue lashing hers, she peaked as well, “Ohhhhh yeahhhhhhh….baby….give it to me, baby…give it to me….fuck yes….uh..uh..uh…….” she came violently, leaving red claw marks in Joanna’s behind.

All three fell to the bed in a panting heap. All three hearts beat fast. All three cunts were still full of lust. Joanna knew they’d fuck again and again before day broke. Joanna knew her relationship with Michelle would never be the same. Joanna knew she’d see Janine again…someday. And Joanna knew Mr. O would be pleased. Joanna sighed, feeling as if her very pulse was in sync with the two beautiful women on the bed beside her. That pulse…the pulse of a woman.



Saga of the Sex Genie Ch. 01



Content Advisory: This story contains elements of incest and transgender sex. All characters are over 18 years old and all events are fictional...

I will be posting the chapters of this story in a number of different categories, since it has so many different themes. 

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So... I know I have huge tits. I know there's a guys cock thrusting between them, the precum letting it slide up and down easily as I squeeze them together around it. 

I know I have a nice round, heart shaped ass bobbing up and down with the motions of my body, while I sit on my knees in front of the guy.

I know I have a slim girlish waist, a cute face with a button nose and long soft brown hair. And I know there is a tight, dripping cunt between my legs, just waiting to be filled. But, and believe me when I say this, I am a guy. And a straight one at that, I promise.

The full story will probably take awhile to tell. And... I'm kinda distracted at the moment, so my mind may wander, but stay with me. Even if I start and stop, trust me, you'll wont to hear the whole thing. The journey may be a bit weird but you may learn a lesson or two that could be pretty important to you someday. So let's get on with it.

*****

You see, I found this little antiques shop one day when I was shopping for a birthday present for my girlfriend. I was clueless what to get her, and I'd already been to a dozen places. I'm terrible at this stuff. I finally ended up in this rundown little outlet mall, but there wasn't anything there that I hadn't seen before. When I turned the corner however, I wound up in this little back alley, lined with shops on one side and a plain brick wall on the other.

The only open shop took up about a quarter of the small building it was in. The rest of them were all boarded up and looked abandoned. 

I was going to pass it by, since it looked only marginally better then the boarded up shops on the outside. But I caught a glimpse of the inside through a small sliver of window that wasn't block, and something about it peeked my curiosity.

When I went in, a little bell above the door chimed and a cloud of dust floated up. The place smelled like mildew and... curry, WEIRD.

A man in a back room called out that he was coming. I made my way through a maze of miscellaneous items that seemed to come from the abandoned attics and basements of people all over the world. I couldn't tell if it was a junk pile or a treasure trove. 

The mans voice called out again, louder " I'm coming! I'M COMING!" and I heard what sounded like a sigh of relief. Jeez, you'd think I was making a racket demanding service or something. 

I got to the counter and I spotted a man's boots sticking out of a doorway down the narrow hall in back. A moment later someone came down the hallway to the front. It took me a moment in the dim light to tell it was a girl. She had brown skin and long black hair pulled back in a ponytail. Confused for a second I looked back down the hall and the boots were still hanging out the doorway for a moment, until whoever wore them dragged their feet back into the room.

The girl smiled at me and said hello. I responded automatically, my mind preoccupied with the thought that I may have misunderstood something when I came in a moment ago. I refocused on the girl, and that impression was immediately confirmed by what I saw. 

She looked vaguely middle eastern, with dark skin, a nose that was just a little to long, and a little half smile, like she knew something funny I didn't, but didn't want to be impolite. Over all she was cute, but the thing that caught my attention was a little dribble of something white and transparent running down the corner of her mouth. HOLY CRAP! She must have just been blowing some guy in the back!

*****

That thought actually brings me back to the present moment. The guy whose cock I was rapidly fucking with my tits started to moan. Sensing he was getting close I pressed my tits together a little harder and started moving up and down almost frantically, my knees actually leaving the ground with the force of my motion. The whole time I just stared into his eyes, biting my lower lip and looking at him longingly.

He started to groan and thrust frantically, finally cuming all over my huge tits, and my pretty face. As I greedily lapped up the cum off my tits my tongue running over his cockhead every few passes. I moaned " Oh Tommy! It taste SO GOOD! Please tell me you have more!", When I ran out of cum I lunged forward, engulfing his cockhead, and started sucking for all I was worth to try to get every last drop.

"Chrissi! Oh god Chrissi! Oh God I Love You!" Tommy whimpered as I drained him completely. 

When I was sure I had every drop, I lowered my mouth, taking first one ball into my mouth, then the other. Periodically I would lick up his shaft, run my tongue around his piss slit, and slide it back down to caress his balls again. The whole time, Tommy was making mewling sounds, as his completely spent cock was forced back to rigidity by my desperate ministrations.

It took about ten minutes, but as soon as his six inches were back to full strength, I lept up, straddled his legs and the rickety fold out chair he was sitting on, and dropped down, impaling my hungry twat on his straining rod, my breasts mashing into his face as I wrapped my arms around him. I clenched my pussy muscles a couple times and then started to ride him hard.

He grab onto my breasts and started to knead them gently. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear that he could be a bit rougher, and I wouldn't mind a bit. But when I leaned back, grinding against him and moving his cock around inside me, I saw in his face that he was too tired to put in more then a desultory effort. So I leaned forward again, putting his mouth against my right nipple and encouraging him to suck, while I grabbed my other breast and started to squeeze and kneed the flesh, pinching and twisting my nipple roughly. Mmmmm. I moaned as he whimpered

*****

Anyway, I tried to explain my predicament to the shop girl, who told me her name was Mira, all the while trying not to stare at the cum dribbling down her chin. The whole time I was trying not to blush. See, at 22 I was still a virgin, and I was more then a little embarrassed, and arouse, by what I had apparently caught Mira doing. 

You see, my long term girlfriend Jenny, together 3 years this month, insisted we wait to have sex until after we were married. And I hadn't been very successful in that department in high school. And it seemed like the more time went by without it happening the harder it got to do anything about it. So with my girlfriend insisting we wait I was just to nervous to push the issue at all. Despite my increasingly desperate desires.

I was drawn out of my reverie when she spoke again." Well, Chris was it?" she said. I nodded, forgetting at the time that I hadn't actually mentioned my name. " I'm sure I can find the perfect gift for your girlfriend. In fact, I think I have something that will bring years of satisfaction to you both, just let me check in back." When she said that she got a little twinkle in her eye and that half smile she seemed to always have looked particularly mischievous.

As she walked away my eyes glanced down to check out her ass, the way every guys eyes have since the beggining of time, and I got another surprise. She was wearing this long sleeved purple dress that ended at mid thigh, with zigzags running up the arms and across the chest. But in back the dress had been accidentally caught in the string of her thong panties. Her entire ass was on display, and though it was a little small, it was incredible. And watching her legs move, and her ass flex and bounce with each step was hypnotic. I think I started to drool around that point.

*****

You know, in retrospect, there were a LOT of little clues that something wasn't normal in that little shop. Hindsight is 20/20 I guess. Though nothing would have prepared me for what happened.

I'm still riding along on this weary cock, though not as roughly as I would like. God I love the feel of a hard dick inside me. Though tommy might not be having the best time anymore. Even as he squeezed my boobs together and sucked and nibbled on my nipples there were tears in his eyes. Maybe I had pushed him too far, after all he had already cum 4 times. He's nice and all, but I think I need more of a real man. Or three.

Oops! I gotta stop for now. My dad just walked into my room. And by the look on his face, this is serious. Before I could stop what I was doing he stepped up behind me, pushing me forward a little, lined his 9 inch cock up with my asshole, and impaled me in one mighty thrust. I screamed, and tears came to my eyes. Then he reached down, took a juicy thigh in each hand and lifted me off Tommy and into the air to start fucking my ass in mid air. My legs were wide open with my pussy splayed in Tommy's face, my boobs bouncing vigorously as my father beat my asshole like it owed him money. Yay!

To Be Continued... 



Saga of the Sex Genie Ch. 02



Content Advisory: This story contains elements of incest and transgender sex. All characters are over 18 years old and all events are fictional... 

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Oh god! That hard cock in my ass is incredible! My tits bounce up and down as my dad holds me up by my thighs. My back slides against his sweaty chest as he lifts me up and down. My ass is so completely filled when he drops me down, impaling me on his massive cock. Then then as he draws me back up the emptiness leaves me so eager for the next thrust. Then he drops me and I'm filled again. This is so incredible! more! More! MORE! "More daddy! Give me More!!!"

I could feel my pussy clenching, grasping at air as I came again and again to my daddy's throbbing cock in my ass.

Oh, oh ya... I was... I was telling a story, wasn't I?

*****

So I needed a gift for my girlfriends birthday. I had found a weird little antique shop, in a back alley surrounded by abandoned shops. The cute middle eastern girl who worked told me she had the perfect thing for my girlfriends birthday and went to get it from the back.

Mira, her name was, came walking back a few minutes later, with something cradled in her hands. She set it down on the counter and I got my first look at... at... " OK, I don't know what the hell that is." I said. Mira Just gave me a smile and explained.

"This is a Sumerian puzzle box." She explained. " You just move these metal panels on the sides, and press in when you think you have it right. Hold down one point on each side, and it opens."

I just looked at her blankly for a full minute before responding. " Uhh... Isn't Sumeria thousands of years old?"

"Yes."

"And wouldn't an artifact from there be worth a fortune?"

"Oh, of course!"

" Well then, and follow me on this... Why should I believe a word your saying?"

"Oh, you shouldn't. It's complete bullshit. My uncle makes these, but he insists that I tell people that and, honestly, it's kinda sad how many people actually fall for it. But it makes a nice jewelry box, and it's only 15 bucks." She smiled as she said it, and I couldn't help smiling back. But it wasn't really what I was looking for.

"Um, I don't think that is going to cut it, see I really wanna impress my girlfriend with this gift." So maybe she'll finally fuck me, I thought.

Mira just stared at me for the longest time. She had a weird look on her face and the awkward silence was starting to make me fidget. Though she still had a little half smile, her eyes were starring intently into mine. Finally, as I was about to say I would try looking somewhere else, she spoke.

" I do have a few Special Items, but I'm not allowed to sell those to just anyone. They can be tricky in the wrong hands, and there way more expensive then the junk out here. But I like you Chris. If you'll promise to pay close attention to any warnings we give you, and provided my grandfather approves, I think I may have something that could really... Impress... your girlfriend. Though there is a Price to pay, but we can come back to that later. So, if your interested, you can follow me into the back."

Mira turned around and headed down the narrow little hallway. I was seriously hesitant to follow because not only was everything she said a little weird, but her voice had gotten a little intense by the end. I glanced at the door to the outside, with the strangest feeling that I would only get this one opportunity to leave. When I looked back I could see Mira down the hall. 

Just as she turned to enter the side room I saw her slip her panties slowly down her legs, and kick them into the corner. My feet just sorta started following her all on their on their own at that point.

*****

"Oooh Daddy! Cum inside my ass! Please!" My dad continued to pound my ass with his cock as I hung in the air. My breast were so out of control they actually slapped me in the face a couple times. Slap, slap, slap, slap, as his cock slammed into my round ass again and again.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! Oh god Fuck me, fuck me fuck me daddy!" I screamed. He let my legs slide down, so his elbows were in the backs of my knees, and reached up to cup my breasts with his hands. Then he slammed me against the wall hard enough to make me cry out, and started to ruthlessly savage my ass. It was fantastic.

Pressed up against the wall my dad fucked me in the ass like a madman. He nibbled on my neck and squeezed by breasts well pounding into me over and over. I was moaning, and crying, and cumming all at once. It hurt, and it felt so good at the same time. He was ramming into me with all the force he could, going in and out so fast it was like he thought he'd die if he slowed down. You know, we never really spent so much father son time together when I was a boy.

You might not think it to look at us right now, but I'm actually kinda upset with my dad at the moment. Not about the ass fucking, I'm actually grateful for that, it's just that... well, I'll get back to the story and you'll find out in a little while.

*****

I followed Mira into the back of the shop and step into a room that smelled heavily of incense. I was surprised, cause this room was as big as the front, though that still wasn't very big. It was made up like an apartment, with a little kitchenette in one corner, and a narrow stairway that led up to a second floor. 

Mira was leaning over, whispering to someone sitting in a recliner. It looked like it was an old man but I couldn't see him very well with her standing there. And in all honesty I wasn't trying very hard. With Mira bent over like that, I could see every inch of her smooth brown legs, and where her dress started, I could see the beginning of the curve of her ass and just a hint of her pussy lips peeking out. I was so focused on that beautiful sight that when Mira stood up and turned back around I actually jumped, turning bright red with embarrassment.

"Chris, this is my grandfather, Mr. Han. Grandfather, this is Chris."

She introduced us, and I got my first good look at the old man and.. and he was freaking Chinese. "What the hell?" oh shit, I said that part out loud.

Mr. Han was looking irritated, and Mira started talking to fill the growing awkward silence. "Grandfather has agreed to sell you one of our rare Items for a reasonable price, provided you perform a few small tasks and..." "Rent, actually!" Mr. Han interrupted. " I said you could rent one, if you perform the required tasks." Mira just looked nervous well her grandfather was speaking.

"Um... I'm not sure renting my girlfriends birthday present is a good idea." I muttered noncommittally.

"If you are... Unsatisfied with any aspect of the gift, we'll give you double your money back." Mr. Han responded, with a hint of contempt in his voice.

I was confused by pretty much everything that was going on at this point, so I started to back up to the doorway, mumbling something noncommittal and trying to think of some way to get out of this. Seeing my hesitation, Mira gave her grandfather a pleading look and, at a reluctant nod from him, launch herself at me, wrapping her arms around me. I could feel her breath on me as she looked into my face. I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest, and I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs.

"Listen" she said. "I promise this will make everything in your life better. And if it doesn't" she leaned in and whispered into my ear. "I Will make it up to you... Any... Way... You... Wont." And she stuck her tongue in my ear then quickly nibbled on my earlobe. Good sales pitch.

In retrospect, I probably should have been more weirded out that she would act like this in front of her own grandfather, or that she was that eager to sell me something, but at the time all of my cognitive processes were being handled by my cock.

" Uh... I..I...Uh, I... Sure. Uh, ya I guess." I stuttered, while my breathing bordered on hyperventilation.

*****

I felt my dad start to tense up. He gave me four, five, six more thrust and I could tell he was close. I put all my concentration into squeezing my ass around his cock. I could feel every vein and ridge as it slid in and out of me. The thrusts slowed down, but I could feel my dad gaining intensity. I bit my lip, clenching for all I was worth, trying to will the cum out of my dad's huge cock.

He squeezed my breasts savagely, bit into my shoulder, and bottomed out as deep into my ass as he could go. Which I think was somewhere in the vicinity of my lungs. Then he started to fill my ass with his copious Semen. It seemed to go on for hours, his hot cum filling up my bowels, though I knew it could only be seconds. He drew back a little and I felt the hot cum spurting into my ass, over and over.

When it was finally over, my dad let me down. My legs would have given out, but he held me up by my shoulders. He was a little taller then me, and a lot more muscular then my male form was, so it was no problem for him to hold me up by my shoulders, his cock still buried a mile deep in my ass. He kissed my neck, and gently massaged my breasts, slowly running his hands down my sides until he could cradle my hips. He carefully pulled me back onto his cock then pushed my off a few times, gently milking the last of his seed into my willing ass. With the last of it drained, he pulled me off of his cock, and I felt his jism start to slide out of me and down my leg.

He turn me to face him. He gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead and told me he loved me. He never said that when I was a boy, but that's just cause my dads old fashioned. He doesn't think a man should say that to another man.

When he let me go, I slid down his body, resting my head against his thigh, turned toward his hanging cock and gave the side of it a gentle kiss and said " I love you to daddy."

*****

"Alright, enough foolishness from you kids." Mr. Han said. " It'll be 75 dollars up front, and my daughter will extract the rest of the price. Ilyana! Get down here!." 

I looked to the stairs as I heard someone coming down. Mira was still tangled up around me, and I noticed that at some point my left hand had started cupping her ass. I quickly let go, and Mira just as quickly grabbed my hand and put it back. I would have let go again, but I was distracted by the vision that came down the stairs.

She looked a lot like Mira, but obviously more mature. Her skin was just a touch lighter then Mira's, and her eyes were just a little slanted. Her hips were more rounded and her ass was much bigger. And her tits were huge, and standing out proud. She wore a pair of loose sweat pants, and absolutely nothing else. 

Her breasts were amazing, with almost no hint of a sag. Without realizing it, my other hand grabbed Mira's other ass cheek and pulled her into me, grinding against her.

Noticing the direction of my gaze, Mira smiled up at me, pulled back a little... and then kneed me in the crotch. While I hunched over moaning I saw her turn around and say 

"Hi mom."

To Be Continued...



Saga of the Sex Genie Ch. 03



Content Advisory: This story contains elements of incest, transgender transformation, and non consensual sex. All characters are over 18 years old and all events are fictional... 

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I stood there hunched over, moaning, and cradling my sore testicles from Mira's knee to the groin.

"Sorry about that." The topless woman in front of me said with a smile. "She can get a little jealous sometimes. Maybe she has a crush on you."

"MOM!" Mira said with an embarrassed wine. "Oh my God!" The woman with the amazing breasts just smiled fondly at her daughters embarrassment.

"What did you need, Father?" she said, addressing Mr. Han. Meanwhile, I stood up, recovering a little bit from the groin shot. Eying Mira wearily, I edged a bit to the side in case she got twitchy again. Then I froze in my tracks. Wait... did she say Mira had a crush on me? Well, considering how she apparently shows affection, I considered it just as well that I already had a girlfriend. Though she is crazy hot. And maybe she'd be willing to... No! I would never cheat on my girlfriend. That's not the kind of man I am dammit! How could I respect myself if I.....

"And that's the gist of it, Christopher." Mr. Han was saying. Oh crap! I spaced out during the entire explanation!

"So if that's not a problem Ilyana can begin now." Mr. Han finished, waiting expectantly for my reply.

"Uh...O..K..." I said nervously, with literally no Idea what I was agreeing to.

"This shy thing you've got going is so cute. I can see what you like about him Mira."Ilyana said moving to stand directly in front of me.

"Mom! God! Please!" Mira exclaimed in embarrassment. "I'm not going to stick around for this part... I... Chris..." She looked at me strangely, then stared daggers at her mother before storming up stares.

"Ignore her. She's just young, she'll grow out of it." Ilyana said as she crossed the room and retrieved something from a carved wooden box. I saw something glitter as she did something at her waist that I couldn't make out and then she was walking towards me, starring straight into my eyes. She knelt down in front of me, with her eyes still locked onto mine and pressed her breasts up against my legs. My dick, which had deflated after Mira's... jealousy?... sprang back to full attention. I swallowed hard, wondering what the hell was going on.Was this supposed to be the price. Or was it the gift. Wait that didn't make any sense and.. Oh crap, she just unzipped my fly. God she looks beautiful.

"Wait... Sto..I mean.. Uh" Not knowing what to say, or do, I just backed up quickly until my back hit the wall.

Ilyana gave an exasperated sigh. Seeing the way it made her breasts jiggle, I almost came in my pants.

"Is there a problem?" She said. When I didn't respond she snapped her fingers up at her eye line, and I pulled my eyes away from her chest. "Uh" was all the response I could manage.

As Ilyana was getting back up off her knees, I noticed that Mr. Han was laughing silently to himself. "The fool boy doesn't know what he wants." Mr. Han snickered. Ilyana took on a patient look and started to explain.

"This isn't like a cash price. It won't function without a strong infusion of semen." My jaw dropped at that word, and I realized I really hadn't been paying attention when Mr. Han explained. "If you don't want me to do it..." she looked a little hurt at that part. "There is another way. But I don't think you'll like it, and it's going to take a lot more semen then if I got it from you."

I was lost, confused, aroused, and confused a couple more times, but at least one thing was clear to me. "I can't cheat on my girlfriend. I'm not that kind of guy. Especially to get her birthday present. That seems kind of twisted, doesn't it?"

Ilyana just stared into my eyes for a minute, then she exclaimed "Oh... OH!... I didn't... Oh, you poor dumb boy. No wonder Mira liked you, your like a lost little puppy!" She said with a pitying smile.

You know, I don't think anybody in this house has said a single thing that didn't go straight over my head the entire time I've been here.

"What do you mean?" I asked. I thought I heard her mutter something about it not being her place, but it was hard to hear over Mr. Han laughing to himself.

"It doesn't matter." she said. "If your committed to not doing it the easy way?" She waited for me to nod. "Then take this." She walked up to me, reaching around her midsection, and pulled away a strange chain that looked like silver. She placed it around my waist and fastened it on. I reached down to inspect it, but before I touched it I felt a strange pressure in my stomach. I closed my eyes from the sensation for a second, and when I opened them, the chain had disappeared. I searched around my waist for a moment. When I couldn't find it I pulled up my shirt, then reached into my pants, but it wasn't there.

That was when I noticed the line running around my waist, like a tattoo. It was twined looking, and when I looked close enough... It looked a lot like the chain I'd seen a second ago. I started to freak out a little, but before I could rationalize it to myself, I started to feel dizzy and giddy, kind of like being high. I started to hyperventilate.

Ilyana made soothing gesture with her hands and said "It's OK Christopher. Just give it a minute and you'll acclimate to it, the sensations won't last more then ten minutes, tops. Just relax and breath."

I wasn't really listening though. I felt like my skin was shrinking, or my eyeballs were sweating or something. The whole room started to spin and I just lost it, and started running for the door. I heard both of the people behind me yelling something at me, but I was too far gone to understand. I just ran, somehow managing to make my way out of the store even though the door wouldn't hold still.

*****

I lay on the floor, nude and sticky with cum. My breasts heaved as I panted and I could feel my asshole slowly returning to it's original shape. My dad had just left me sitting here after giving me one hell of a fuck in my ass. My friend Tommy was naked passed out in a folding chair next to me. And I could see on my stomach, what appeared to be a tattoo of a stylized chained running around my waist. And at the center of the chain, a large diamond shape had appeared. The diamond was almost half colored in a milky white, the rest seeming transparent. Alright, almost halfway.

I lay there almost insensate for twenty minutes. When I was finally able to raise my head, it took me another five minutes to force myself up onto my hands and knees. My dad really knew how to show a girl a good time. 

My arms gave out, and I fell forward, my head landing in Tommy's bare lap. He didn't stir at all, and I felt to tired to try and get up again, so I just lay there a minute. Then it occurred to me that Tommy's limp dick was only about an inch from my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and after a few failed attempts, I managed to draw his dick into my mouth. I used my lips to draw as much as I could in, then closed my eyes and just sucked contentedly on it like a pacifier.

*****

I was almost halfway home when I came back to my senses. When I had finally caught my breathe I actually started to feel normal again. Except for a strange emptiness I felt but couldn't explain. It wasn't like anything I'd felt before. I wasn't sure if it was a physical sensation, or an emotional one.

I was just a few blocks from my neighborhood, but as I looked around I realized I was in a bad area. Not a war zone or anything, but people had been mugged more then a few times around here.

I walked a little further, trying to seem as unassuming, and unvictim like, as I could. Try not to draw attention, but make sure you don't look scared, I kept telling myself. Predators, human or otherwise, react instinctively to fear.

My caution was pointless, though, because when I turned the corner I walked straight into three Mexican gangsters. They were more wannabe gangster then the real thing, in all honesty. We had a lot of those around here, but that meant they were only a little less dangerous, and they generally had a lot more to prove. They were all about 18 or 19, and they were actually a little shorter then me. Not that that meant anything. My dad, the navy seal, had tried to teach me to defend myself, but I just couldn't get the hang of it.

I Started to back up, and my breathing got heavy again. But before I could say or do anything, the guy in the middle looked me slowly up and down and said "Hey Mama, what's up?" I started to respond when what he'd said actually registered. I was too confused to do anything for a second, the three guys used that time too move in on me, forming a triangle in tight around me. The one to my left said something in Spanish I didn't understand, but looking around it occurred to me that they were all starring at my chest.

Looking down I saw... "HOLY SHIT I HAVE BOOBS!!!" I screamed in a high girlish voice. In a panic I ran, managing to break through the group of guys, and I stumbled down an ally. I know, in retrospect it was a bad move. Especially with the added top weight and the weird sway of my hips, I fell down inside of five feet. 

I rolled over but before I could get up one of the gangsters was on top of me, with a hand on the pavement on either side of my head. Remember, prey runs, predator chases. Instinct.

"Hey mama, your gonna hurt my feelings, runnin' away like that" The guy on top of me said, pushing his lower body against me.

"Sorry." I said lamely, trying to buy time. And felt a renewed burst of shock at the sound of my voice again. Desperate, my instincts took over. I wrapped my legs around him, and started frantically trying to undo his belt buckle so I could... what the fuck was I doing! Why was that my instinct! I froze as it came to me. I realized what the emptiness I'd felt before was. I wanted someone inside me.

Fortunately, I mean unfortunately, the guy above me needed no further encouragement. He pressed his lips against mine and started shoving his tongue in my mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned into his mouth, while my hands of their on accord finished undoing his belt, and my legs started forcing his pants down. He ripped the fastenings off my pants trying to get them down and managed to get my underwear off with them. I wiggled my butt to help speed the process. Before I knew it, my pants were around my ankles and my knees were spread, invitingly. I pulled him down onto me, and into me. 

The first time I consciously realize I had a pussy was as it was being penetrated. There was a sharp pain as he forced himself all the way in. Which turned into a throbbing as he pumped in and out of me, but after a few strokes it started to go away a little. And then after a few more strokes it started to feel good. He bent down and kissed me again, his stubble scrapping against my cheek. I sucked on his tongue as he pumped his cock into me. 

After a few more thrusts he slowed down for a second, then he started going again faster. He started giving me these rapid fire mini pumps, punctuated with the sound of flesh slapping together and the feel of his balls bumping into my ass. He got ahold of my breasts over my shirt and tensed up. He pumped a few more times and I felt something warm going inside of me. He broke the kiss, and with a few more token thrusts he pulled out of me.

I just lay there panting as time seemed to slow down. It rolled over me in waves, what I'd just done. What was done to me. What I felt while it was happening, and how I felt about it now. Why had I done those things. Was this even real? How could it be?

I looked to the side, and spotted an old hubcap. In it I could see my reflection. The same close, the same color hair and eyes. But obviously a girl. With my breasts heaving, and my lips parted in such a provocative way, if I still had a penis it would have been erect at the sight of... myself.

Still too dazed to really process any of this, I looked forward again, and I saw that the first guy had been replaced with the other two, standing over me and frantically stripping. Without thinking about it I sat up, twisting to get my pants all the way off and then lifting my shirt over my head. Not having a bra, of course, my breasts just fell free. And they were magnificent. Pale and large, soft and well rounded, with cute little pink nipples. 

With my hand holding me up behind me and my chest thrust forward, sitting completely naked on the pavement in a back alley mere blocks from where I lived I looked up at the two Mexican guys who were about to fuck me. And I smiled at them.

I think I might be going a little bit insane, but hey, at least I'm not a virgin anymore.

To Be Continued...



Saga of the Sex Genie Ch. 04



Content Advisory: This story contains elements of mature, incest, transgender sex and cum sharing. All characters are over 18 years old and all events are fictional... 

I stood under the flow of the hot water in the shower, letting it wash the sweat and cum off of me. I was leaning against the shower wall, one hand pressed above me against the wall, the other roaming languidly around my body. As I caressed my breasts and ran my fingers gently over my pussy it was really one part washing myself to two parts feeling myself up at this point. 

I had just had sex with my friend... boyfriend... friend, whatever, Tommy, So thoroughly that we'd reached a point where he could barely move, and then some. After which my own dad had fucked my ass like a madman. And with his muscles and the size of his cock he was twice the man I was even when I hadn't been transformed into a voluptuous brown haired girl. I think I might have some permanent issues after all this is over but... Mmmm... my body always seems to tingle so good after a nice fuck. 

My hand roamed over the swell of my very generous breasts, gently grazing my nipples, then sliding down my smooth stomach, one finger making circles around my belly button. I was exhausted, thoroughly used and abused in the best way, but I was never really completely satisfied in this form.

I felt the urge to play with myself more seriously, but as my hand drifted down to my clit, I could feel the change coming on again. It was a subtle feeling until you got used to it, but under my hand I could feel my clit start to grew, swelling at first, then lengthening until finally it had changed back into my cock. Before my eyes my breasts shrank until my chest was flat as a twelve year old boy again. Which was still disappointing considering that I'm a 22 year old man. Admittedly one that still lives with his parents.

In a dozen little ways from the subtle to the extreme my body changed until I was myself again. As much as I could still define myself as being Chris, instead of Chrissi.

The feeling really was subtle. It's no wonder I didn't notice it the first time. At least not until it was to late.

*****

Here I was sitting on the pavement in some alleyway a few blocks from my neighborhood. Naked. And A Girl! Lets not forget THAT for a second.

Not to mention I just had sex with some Mexican wannabe gangster. Or I was raped by him. It was honestly hard to say which it was. Even though I didn't want to have sex with this guy, or any guy since I'm a straight man! for Christ sake, this female body wanted it badly, and I was so taken by surprise I didn't even try to fight it. It's kinda a matter of perspective at this point.

So here I am, with my breasts heaving. An ass on me that I would probably be starring at in any other situation, sitting on the cold pavement. And I swear to god, I think there was a ROCK up my butt. I had just lost my virginity to the wrong fucking gender, as the wrong fucking gender, and I'm pretty sure I enjoyed it, traumatic as that is. The fact is, though, that the lust is still pounding so hard through my body that I'm pretty sure I'm about to go again with the first guys two friends.

Both guys were trying to undo there pants. One was kind of skinny and had a pinched, irritated looking face. The other was fat, and had a dumb look on his face. I crawled on my hands and knees up to them, and smiled up at the dumb fat one. I reached into his boxers and took out his cock. I ran my tongue around the head then, squeezing the base, I sucked the tip into my mouth. I began bobbing my head forward slowly, still looking up at his fat head.

His skinny friend stepped up next to him, and I switched hands, so I could grab him and start to jerk him off. Not too fast, I didn't want him to go off before I got my treat.

Looking up at the two of them, I felt myself come down from my horny high a little. My head cleared just enough that the thought of what was happening, what was about to happen, managed to get through. That started up a list of possible scenarios involving me and these three guys. Whatever part of me was making me do this was incredibly turned on by that list, but that fact almost more then the list itself terrified me.

That whole train of thought sent me into a panic. Enough to at least gain a little volition again. I saw my pants out of the corner of my eye. I edged my hand over to them and, without looking where I was going I hooked a couple fingers behind my belt, sprang to my feet and started running. Fat guys cock popped out of my mouth as I sprang up. It literally popped out, it made that sound like a lollipop or something coming out of my mouth. Both guys started protesting loudly, but they both had managed to get their pants down around their ankles, so when I started to run neither one was ready to chase me.

One of them tried running after me anyway, and wound up on his face on the ground inside of two steps. The other just hopped around trying to get his pants up. And the third guy, who'd already had his fun, just laughed at their struggles.

I was out of the alleyway in seconds, my pants streaming behind me as I ran. I had never been any kind of athlete but fear made me fast despite the fact that I was barefoot. Luckily for me there weren't any people out in this part of town right now. But sprinting down the sidewalk nude, with my breasts swinging around wildly, I knew a 'girl' like me wouldn't go unnoticed for long. Not to mention that sooner or later the guys from the alley would probably show up. I needed to get out of sight, and fast.

I saw a wall low enough that I thought I could climb it and I jumped for it. I managed to grab the top and started to pull myself up for a second. But my boobs got in the way, hitting the slight jut on top of the wall. I didn't have a lot of upper body strength to begin with, and less now, but I scrambled with my feet for purchase and managed to get my bust line over the wall. With my breasts lying on top of the wall like they were on display I got my first view of the other side. 

I stopped trying to get over the wall and just hung there shocked for a second, my breasts laying in the rough brick surface. It was someones backyard on the other side, and it looked like a child's birthday party was going on. Everyone was focused on the kid in the party hat blowing out the candles on the cake and no one had noticed me yet. But as I lingered for a moment one old man sitting across the yard in the shade took notice. He got a huge grin on his face and was starring straight at me. And who could blame him, with my big tits sitting on top of the wall like that, practically pointing straight at him. I would have stared too.

My face turned bright red and I lurched back off the wall, stumbling into the street for a second. I caught my balance and then a few moments later my breath. Then I saw a car turn the corner and, without waiting to see if they had noticed me, I started running again. Only about fifteen feet this time, to a spot on the wall I thought would let out into the yard of the next house over.

Not waiting to see what was on the other side, I just dragged myself over the wall as fast as I could, fueled by adrenaline and my pants still trailing behind me. I landed on the other side facing the wall, took one step back while pivoting around... and plunged over the edge into a pool.

I panicked for a second, flailing everywhere, the chlorine hurting my eyes when I tried to look where I was. After a moment I thought I knew which way was up and I swam as hard as I could. After a few strokes I smacked my face into the bottom of the pool. The impact made me gasp, releasing what little air was left in my lungs and I nearly inhaled before I could stop myself. Feeling truly afraid for the first time today, I pressed against the bottom with my hands, shifting my body until my feet hit the bottom. Fear for your life trumps most other kinds once it really sinks in as a reality. I launched myself towards the surface as hard as I could. I rose up and started kicking and stroking toward the surface. It could only have been moments, but it felt like forever. An eternity of milliseconds swept by until finally I broke the surface and took a breathe again. Air and relief filled me in equal measure

I floated there panting for a minute until I could catch my breathe. When my heart finally slowed down a little I looked around until I saw my pants floating nearby. I got a hold of them and started stroking towards the edge of the pool. Once there I heaved my self up and unto my back, then proceeded to pull my pants on without even getting up. I'd had enough of being naked. It took me a few seconds after looking down at myself to realize, my breasts were gone. A quick inventory showed that my manhood was back as well. Oh thank god! 

I was so relieved to feel it back that I just lay there, reveling in the whole 'Not A Girl' thing for I don't know how long.

*****

I stepped out of the shower, dried myself off and threw on a robe. Exhausted I made my staggering way to my bedroom. Collapsing on my bed, I slipped into unconsciousness almost immediately.

My dreams were chaotic, and sexually charged. One minute I was back in high school, staring down the blouse of my favorite teacher, miss Mardok, while she leaned over my desk lecturing me on proper fellatio procedure. Then I was lying over my aunt Glinda's lap, naked while she spanked me. She was wearing a halter top, and daisy dukes, and my cock was pressed firmly between her thighs, so that every time she slapped my ass, I would involuntarily thrust between her legs. A troop of twenty year old girl scouts, still wearing uniforms sized for seven year olds asked me to help them get there anal badge. I accepted graciously.

I woke slowly to the feeling of something warm and wet around my cock. I cracked opened my eyes, but in the dark all I could see was a silhouette bobbing up and down over my crotch. Luxuriating in the sensation, I reached down to tangle my hands in the hair of my anonymous benefactor. It felt so good. I hardly ever got to use my own natural genitalia these days. The hair was long and soft, and the lips compressed around my manhood tenderly.

I could feel the persons tongue running up and down my shaft, occasionally stopping to caress the sensitive head of my cock. After only a few minutes of this I erupted into the unknown mouth, pulling at the bed sheets as I came.

The figure rose slowly from their position over my cock, and started crawling over me toward my face. I could see the outline of breasts hanging down, and I could see now that the silhouette had the smooth curves of a woman to it. When their privates aligned with mine, I could feel the heat radiating from them and my dick began to stir anew. Leaning down into me, my mystery lover pressed their lips against mine in a kiss. Forcing their tongue into my mouth, I felt a flood of my own cum flow into my mouth. Reveling in the taste and texture, I grabbed her hips, and forced her down hard onto my newly raging erection. I felt her shudder as I forced my way in, and she moaned into my mouth, as I greedily sucked on her tongue.

*****

Lying on the deck next to some strangers pool, I lost track of time. Just trying to make sense of what had happened. That is until I saw a face appear in my field of vision. An elderly woman was standing over me, looking down. After my ordeal, I was so out of it that it took me a full three seconds to register what this could mean.

"Oh! I'm sorry... Uh Mam...Uh.." I stuttered, scrambling to my feet.

I continued to babble incoherent apologies until she interrupted me.

"Was there a reason you were apparently swimming in my pool." She glanced down at my legs. "With your pants on?"

My mind went blank for a minute. Then, after an absurdly long awkward pause, I decided that a version of the truth might be best.

"Uhhm... There were these three guys chasing me. They were dressed like gangsters, and had pulled me into an alley. I... uh.. jumped over your wall there" I pointed, as if she didn't know which wall bordered the street. " And I accidentally fell into your pool. I'm really sorry, I'll get out of here right away."

The old lady smile fondly and patted my arm. "It's OK young man. Here let me get you something to dry off with." She said before turning and making her slow way back into the house. I dragged my feet, thinking that maybe I should just go. But I was soaking wet, and it wasn't so warm out that I really appreciated it. 

After about ten minutes I thought maybe the old lady had forgotten about me when I started to feel a little odd. A tingling went through my body, different from the small shivers I was already experiencing. But I was distracted by the sound of the sliding glass door opening again.

An old man walked out. Skinny and irritated looking, wrinkled with just a fringe of gray hair circling his head, he came towards me looking down at the towel in his hands.

"I don't know what my wife is thinking. Punk kids hopping into our yard. I should call the co..." The old man trailed off, the towel dropping along with his jaw. I looked down and saw a bulge forming in the old mans pants. Seeing it getting bigger gave me a quiver in my... God Dammit!!! I'm a girl again!

I reached up to cover my exposed breasts, my pants barely staying up above my round hips and ass.

"I can explain." I said in a panic, though what explanation I could give I had no idea. For some reason I took a couple steps toward him, my hands pleading. On the third step, my foot stepped on my pant leg and I fell forward, my pants half falling down my legs.

The old man moved to catch me, but I was too far down already. I ended up catching myself around his waist, until his khaki shorts started to slide down. I wound up on my hands and knees, mostly naked again. When I looked up I was staring straight into five inches of elderly cock and a set off wrinkly old balls.

A part of me wanted to worship that shriveled cock with my mouth. I started to lean forward, my tongue hanging out in anticipation. But I managed to restrain myself and pulled back a little. Which was good. It proved I could restrain the impulses I got when I was like this.

Then the old man thrust forward into my open mouth. I was too stunned to move. I could feel his old cock resting on my tongue. I was aware of every vein and ridge along the underside of it. I could feel the tip tickling my tonsils. It was just this long, surreal moment where I wonder at the fact that I didn't seem to have any gag reflex at all.

The moment ended as the old man pulled back and thrust in again, and again, building up a rhythm. On the fourth inward stroke I closed my mouth tight around his dick and started sucking like I expected a treat to come out if I sucked hard enough. I think some part of me did. It only took a few more strokes before he grunted, and I felt a small bit of cum dribble out onto my tongue.

The old man pulled out, stumbling backward. Though with my lips compressed hard around him and a strong suction going, he almost couldn't disengage. When he won his freedom from my greedy lips he was panting hard enough that I was just a little concerned that I'd given him a heart attack. He quickly drew his shorts back on over his now limp cock and kicked the towel at me before stumbling back into the house. He locked the door and closed the blinds behind him.

I picked up the towel and wrapped it around myself to cover up.

"What, no tip?" I muttered sarcastically as I pulled up my pants and proceeded to climb another wall into yet another strange back yard... ingrate!

To be continued...



Saga of the Sex Genie Ch. 05



Content Advisory: This story contains elements of cheating, incest, and transgender sex. All characters are over 18 years old and all events are fictional...

*****

I had just turned back into a guy. Then minutes later I'm a girl again and I'm blowing some old man. Whenever I'm near a guy as a girl I seem to be overwhelmed with lust, despite the fact that I'm not attracted to men at all. And I still don't know what's triggering these transformations. Thank god the last three backyards I went through happened to be empty.

Now all I need to do is cross the street to my house, and somehow sneak in the back door and up to my room without anyone seeing me. While holding up the pants that are too big for me in my girly form and the towel that is the only thing covering my big perky breasts. I looked both ways from my hiding place behind some shrubs, then made my way across the street and to the side of my house, quickly slipping in the back gate.

I made my way to the sliding glass door in the back when the tingle hit me again. I recognized what was happening this time and looked down. My breasts began to shrink, and my waist began to expand. Hair started to show on my chest and stomach. In moments I was my usual male self again. My original self again.I heaved a sigh of relief so strong that it almost became a sob, dropping the towel I had used to cover my rack, and went inside. I went straight up to my room and, too physically and emotionally exhausted to do anything else, I stripped off my pants, lay down and went straight to sleep with the sun still high in the sky.

I woke up hours later, dehydrated and groggy. The taste in my mouth was worse then the usual bitter morning breath. I could see stars through my bedroom window.

Suddenly the events of the day came crashing back to me. But it all seemed much hazier now, laying in my own bed in my own house. It was all way too weird to believe and far easier to dismiss it all as a bizarre dream.

The house was dark and seemed nearly silent at first. But as I lay there in bed trying to decide whether I wanted something to drink more then I wanted to just lay there, I started to hear something. It sounded like box springs, which probably meant my parents were doing it. That was nothing I wanted to know about, but now that I was awake I felt too dehydrated to get back to sleep. And if staying here meant listening to that, I might as well get up. So I slipped on a pair of boxers and tiptoed out of my room and passed my parents bedroom. I went downstairs to the kitchen cracked open the fridge as quietly as I could. Nothing looked particularly appealing so I downed two glasses of water and started my silent way back up the stairs.

Before I reached the top step I saw a light come on and heard someone close the door to the hall bathroom. I didn't think anything of it until I walked past my parents room again and I could still clearly hear the sound of box springs, someone bouncing up and down on the bed. And there was the distinct sound of voices moaning, one male and one female. That stopped me in my tracks. If my parents were still in their room, who was in the bathroom?

Maybe my sister had come back into town, but I hadn't seen her car when I came home, and I hadn't heard anything about anyone planning a visit. I looked over to the bathroom door and noticed a line of light around one edge of the door. It must not have closed all the way, and the air pressure cause it to spring back open a little. I tiptoed over to the door to try to see who was in there.

I pressed my eye to the crack but I couldn't see anything at first. After a minute I could just barely make out someone moving into and out of my field of vision. I heard the shower start up, and then someone came clear to sight.

An incredible naked body came into view, and my manhood sprang to life. Round hips and smooth legs cradling dark brown pubic hair and a clearly dripping wet snatch. My eyes moved up a taut stomach to a set of jiggling natural double D breasts, with just a little sag to them, and topped with wide areolas and long nipples. My gaze continued to travel up until I saw... My moms face, her hair falling down sexily around it. I froze for a minute, too stunned to do anything. My eyes wander back to her chest twice before I could stop them, then as the situation finally cleared my sleep shrouded mind I sprang up and sprinted back to my room to hide.

It was five minutes later, with me panting behind my bedroom door, when it occurred to me that my mom was the one getting into the shower, but I could still hear sex sounds coming from my parents room. The rational part of my brain finished connecting the dots and I sat down hard in front of my door.

Part of me said that whatever my parents were into was not only none of my business, but also something I didn't want to know in the first place. Unfortunately, after seeing my mom naked, all of my blood had relocated to my cock, so my rational thought processes weren't exactly in control at the moment.

Breathing heavily out of fear, I snook back down the hall to my parents bedroom. Apparently mom was being careless tonight, cause this door was ajar too. Weirdly convenient. I peeked through the crack and I could see my father almost immediately. He was naked on the bed, up on his knees fucking somebody I couldn't see very well doggy style. At this angle all I could see was him and a little bit of a girly ankle trailing behind him.

I cracked the door just a hair more and changed my angle a bit until I could see who my dad was fucking. As hot as my mom was (apparently) this girl was clearly younger and tighter. Where my mom had just that little bit of body fat distributed around her body, this girl was a little on the slim side, her breasts on the moderate side of a B cup. She had short blond hair, matted to her forehead with sweat now, and pale skin. 

She was on all fours on the bed, holding herself up with wobbling arms as my dad fucked her from behind with... MY GOD... one of the largest cocks I had seen at that point in my life. And the number of cocks I had seen had increased a lot recently, though I still thought that had all been a dream at this point.

I don't know how long I was standing there, with my cock as hard as it's ever been. But at some point one of the girls arms gave out as my dad slammed into her, changing the angle of her body on the bed. I got my first good look at her face then. And it was Jenny. My girlfriend. MY girlfriend. The same girlfriend who wanted to wait until we were married to have sex.

Remember when I mentioned that I was mad at my dad... Well, this would be why.

*****

When last I checked in on the present moment I was just penetrating my special guest mystery lay. Though to be honest, unless there was a sexy female rapist haunting the neighborhood, the number of people it could be was a short list. Though after the misadventures I've had recently, I would honestly not be too terribly surprised if it turned out to be first lady Michelle Obama. Or my long lost evil twin sister.

Mystery girl rode me gently while I caressed her body. She kissed my over and over while grinding softly against me. She seemed to know that I was not only exhausted, but sore.

I would have participated more, but my nearly superhuman sexual prowess goes away when I revert to my male form. Whereas the exhaustion that I should feel as a girl but don't comes rushing back along with that pesky Y chromosome. How is it a cock I don't have can be sore after my pussy takes a pounding. 

We made slow sensual love for what must have been an hour. I slowly stimulated her clit with two fingers as she trailed soft kisses down my neck and chest. I ran my free hand over her thigh and up the small of her back, trailing just the fingertips back down lightly as I made slow circles on her clit. My dramatically increased knowledge of the female body let me lead her into three orgasms in the time it took me to achieve one. After I came we kissed one last time and she rolled over, laying on her side. With our faces less then an inch apart, we held each other and drifted off to sleep together.

*****

I was so stunned by what I saw in my parents bedroom I just stumbled away. I felt sick. Without really knowing what I was doing I managed to stumble into the bathroom, and sink down in front of the toilet, before I started retching. It wasn't until I felt water dripping on my back and a hand grab onto my shoulder that I remembered that my mom was taking a shower.

Even in the state I was in, the touch on my shoulder conjured up a brief image of my mom naked, but it was replaced immediately by an image of my father fucking my girlfriend and I wretched again. I felt my mother start to stroke my head as she crouched down behind me. That helped me get control of myself, sort of. Instead of vomiting I just started to shake all over.

My mom started whispering comforting words to me as she smoothed back my hair. Slowly I got control of myself and stopped shaking. That was when I realized I could feel my mom pressed up against my back. I only had on boxers, and I was pretty sure I could feel my moms voluptuous breasts pressing into me. She was still dripping wet and I could feel her smooth skin sliding along my back as she rubbed my shoulders. 

"It's OK, just let it out baby." She said to me comfortingly. She shifted her position and I felt her hard nipples dragging across the skin of my back. I let out a moan at the feeling and shuddered. Lucky the sound and movement fit in with my being sick as well as with my being incredibly turned on at having my wet nude mother sliding her breasts along my back, so it wasn't at all suspicious. Horny and heaving aren't really states of being that coexist easily or well, I've found.

My mother stood up, her breasts leaving my back as her hands left my shoulders and I sighed. (Not in disappointment. Shut up!). "Are you all right now baby?" my mother asked in a concerned voice. I just sat there silently, as my arousal at my mom became submerged again by my shock at what I had seen. A nervous tinge entered my moms voice and she said, "We thought you weren't home. When did you get back?"

I responded with something generic about not feeling well, trying to sound normal. It seemed to work well enough since my mothers voice lost the nervousness as she commiserated with my seeming condition. It was obvious to me now that she knew what was going on in the other room. I mean, how could she not?

I felt completely betrayed. Bad enough my dad, but mom? There was just too much to process. I couldn't handle all this at once. Hell, I don't think I could handle any part of what was going on if I had a month to prepare and a year to deal with it.

I was just starting to get angry when my mom put a hand under my arm to help me up. I glanced over at her as I rose and I got a complete and up close view of her, from her glistening thighs and inviting mound to her flat stomach and incredible chest. For a second the view was enough to blank out everything else I was feeling.

Then my emotions started to stabilize. Instead of a maelstrom of chaotic emotions, it all distilled down to two things. I was aroused and infuriated. Somehow the anger seemed to burn up any feeling of guilt I might have had at getting turned on by my naked mother. A very small voice in the back of my head thought I should fuck my mother to get back at my father. Wouldn't that be poetic justice after all?

It was an awkward few moments there, with me not very covertly starring at my mothers naked body before she became aware she was still completely naked. When she realized, she gave a yelp and snatch up her bathrobe, looking embarrassed.

Mumbling something about getting me to bed, she took my hand and led me out of the bathroom and back to my room telling me if I was sick I shouldn't up and about. The way she raised her voice talking to me and rushed me past her bedroom door wasn't at all subtle. 

When we got to my door I was horny enough that my cock was poking through the hole in my boxers. And I was angry enough to dare to do a little something about it. Trying to put on a normal face, I thanked my mom and leaned in to give her a hug. I squeezed her tight, pushing my pelvis in so my exposed cock poked through the gape in her bathrobe. I kept pushing until finally I could just feel the tip of my cock brush against her pussy lips, then I let up and headed into my room. 

I shut the door just a little hard, and started getting dressed in the dark. I didn't want to turn on the light in case my mom was watching my bedroom door.

I didn't know how this had all started. I didn't know how long it had been going on. But I was not about to stay in the same house with it happening in the next room. I couldn't believe it. My mother, my father, and my girlfriend. Three of the people that I trusted most in the world. Without my naked mother right in front of me, anger was winning out over lust in a big way.

I got my shoes on, grabbed my wallet and my keys and snook out of the room. There were still fucking sounds coming from my parents room, and the shower was running again in the bathroom, so I hurried on by. Going down the stairs I wondered, had my dad taken Jenny's virginity? Had she even been a virgin when we got together? Hell, for all I knew she'd done the entire high school football team, the local fire department, and had visited my grandpa in the home once a week for a blowjob.

I was so furious by the time I got to the back door I actually slammed it, not caring who heard. I had put up with a lot in my life, bullying and the like, and I never really had much of a temper. But right now was literally the angriest I had ever been. I didn't know where I was going or what I intended to do when I got there, but it was probably going to be stupid and destructive.

It just fit my mood perfectly when three blocks from my house there was a roll of thunder and it started to pour rain.

With the rain giving me a chill and my current state of mind I didn't feel it when it happened. It wasn't until I tripped over something that I looked down and saw my breasts, my t-shirt plastered to them by the rain. I was stunned for a moment. Then it all came crashing home. The events of the last day, and the now indisputable fact that they weren't a dream. I was a girl again.

Added on top of everything else it hit me in waves. My emotions went numb. I couldn't process it all. And it didn't even register to me that the pile of garbage that I had tripped over was stirring, and moaning. The movement caught my eye, but I didn't know what I was seeing until a newspaper fell aside and a filthy bearded face emerged.

The homeless man cursed at me until he looked up and saw my sexy female form, clothes soaked through and my prominent breasts easily visible through my shirt. Then he smiled and got a lecherous glint in his eye. And I started feeling... URGES! "OH CRAP! I just can't catch a break."

To Be Continued...