Hozzel

In My Back Yard with Kelly (Part 3 of the "My Neighborhood Sex Club" series. The first two parts are in other fiction forums.) by Hozzel I heard the front door click open and jumped up from my computer. "Hi!" I said as Kelly shoved passed me. In the kitchen, she slammed her leopard-print bag down on the counter then turned and glared at me as if launching hellfire missiles. "Like the new hair style," I said, trying to deflect whatever caused my wife's furor. She must have stopped at Clive the Hair Wizard's on the way home from the gym because her hair was now a fantastic sexy platinum bubble that almost swept over her right eye. A blue deeply scoop-necked skin-tight cropped tank top enhanced her large braless tits and showed off small erect nipples and bare stomach. Months of twice-a-week gym workouts had produced muscled arms, flat stomach and powerful legs, which contrasted with her soft feminine face and large breasts. But tight black shorts did not hide the significant bulge at the top of her thighs. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought her cock was swelling. "You primordial piece of shit," she hissed snakelike. "You fucking low-life betraying secretive ratfink, you!" "What -" "Shut the fuck up, Freak!" A shark in my guts began to gnaw. Her right palm swung and missed by a wide arc. She pointed. "Do not say another word! I know what you did last Saturday night." Embarrassment and guilt exploded. My mouth goldfished. I took a step toward her. "And the weekend before, too!" "But..." "Fuck off, Freak!" She growled, pushed passed me and rushed to the bathroom. Door slammed. I heard the shower. I slunk back to the computer, feeling as if the world was about to end. It would not expire by global warming or over population or starvation or alien invasion or an asteroid strike or a nearby nova or a super-plague or nuclear winter or the Sun dimming or brightening. Forget old age. It would come from Kelly's deadly stinging wrath. I stared stupidly at the dumb puzzle game I had been playing. It stared back almost as if taunting. Shit, shit, shit. I didn't know what to do. I did not want to jump to the wrong conclusion but I felt as if Kelly had discovered my secret sexual fun with my neighbors. I could still feel a tickling memory in my ass from my first encounter with my neighbor, Peter, and his university-age boarders - whom he liked to pretend were his younger "sons". Two weeks ago I had accidentally spied them having noisy sex in their back yard. I had been caught out and was invited to join them in a fourway. The following weekend, I was inaugurated into the neighborhood men's sex club regularly held in Peter's lavishly decked-out back yard shed. The club had one big rule: no member was allowed to say no to having sex when another member asked. Memories swirled of my first gangbang. Peter and Trevor bred me, then impatient Fred, and finally enthusiastic gothic-style cross-dressing Stacey. She had ridden me, cum into me, then forced me to fuck her on the pool table until both our throbbing cocks exploded amidst our laughter and giggles. I just sat there feeling angry and hurt and morose. But there was good reason for my carnal actions. For the first ten years of our marriage, Kelly and I had been what she termed "dick crazy" for each other. We touched and fondled and hardened each other to the point of obsession. Going at it more than once a day was normal. I loved when she would fuck me, pump a noisy load, stay hard, keep going until she shot another load, and still keep going and unloading until she flopped on me utterly drained, exhausted and happy. She often said once was never enough. Two decades of hormone treatments helped give her the look and feminine feeling she had yearned for in her youth and helped her feel complete, but the treatments also seemed to have robbed her desire for sex. Correction: robbed us. Desire had sadly faded long ago like mauve mist in the sunset. Even mentioning sex could cause heart-breaking emotional turmoil. It had become the one troubling unspoken knife in our otherwise good relationship. Our marriage had settled into stifling boring monotony. We still cared for each other, still loved each other very much (I hoped), still got along well. Despite my recent dalliance, my commitment to her had not wavered. But the blue spark we had once so enthusiastically shared had left the building. I had given up on any type of renewed intimacy until two weeks ago. Now I would pay for my nefarious deed. A noise behind interrupted my black thoughts. She stood in the doorway wearing an orange bathsheet. Her hair was not wet but puddles at her bare feet grew. "I know everything. I know what you did with Pete and Roger and Flynn in their back yard. I know what you did last weekend in Pete's shed. You told me shoot pool and watch footy. Yeah, right. Liar. Did you enjoy the gangbang? Did you get banged up and jizzed good? I haven't even done that!" Her smirking look bored into my horrified face. She laughed at my shameful guilt. I gurgled, mumbled, touched the corner of my mouth. Oh, shit. Forget our nice settled relationship, our eighteen-year special marriage, our strong endearing love and commitment for each other. Hello torment and torture and divorce. Words gummed in my constricting throat. My heart tried to pound through my chest. "Kell, I..." Kelly suddenly burst into a fit of giggles. "What do you think I've been doing on weekends? Golf? Bowling? The gym? No. Trevor and Pete have been banging my greedy ass and I've been breeding them for over six months now." What? I just sat there, gaping, astonished while she laughed at me. Trevor? Peter? My neighbors with my wife? She said, "Even Stacey. She likes you, you rat. And I've done other things, too, with other men. You'd probably be shocked at some of the things I've done ever since my doc changed the hormones. I think he must have given me a super libido boost because all I want to do now is fuck all the time. Sex is in my head and won't go away. That's all I think about! You have no idea how hard it has been keeping my hands off you. And here I thought you weren't interested in me that way any more. But are you? Or do you just want pure men now? Let's see." Kelly smiled at me in an odd way. Thumb and finger pulled. The bath sheet swept away. I gasped and closed my stupified mouth. She looked magnificent. Slightly shorter than myself, heart-shaped face framed by a sexy bubble of almost ghost-white hair, broad shoulders, large boobs with erect nipples aching to be fondled and sucked, muscled stomach tight from workouts, thick waist and boyish hips, trim muscular legs. Her long penis bobbed a few times almost as if inviting me to lunge. Her penis, her cock, her dong, her magnificent pleasure rod. My heart pounded like a jackhammer. I didn't know if it was from the guilt or surprise or her sudden revelation. To me Kelly had always been the most desirable creature in the world. Feminine but with a masculine sexuality and drive. Boobs and cock and ass and sass. Perfect kryptonite. My trans-sexual wife said, "I'm not surprised at what you did, but I am surprised you kept it from me. No more of that. You and I let things go, but now, no more secrets, my love, do you hear me? I am finished feeling guilty and alone and sad and wanting to fuck you bad but not actually doing that." She seductively stepped one bare foot before the other until she stood before me. She looked down and shook her lovely head. "We can stand here and tear our marriage apart or we can fuck it back into shape. I know what I want to do. Do you still want me?" I could not close my astonished mouth. "I'm sorry," I said weakly. "I...really do." "I'm only sorry I didn't have the balls to jump you months ago. My urges were so strong I just ran scared of hurting you. I guess we both were scared of each other. What a stupid thing." She bent, took my head between her long fingered palms, held her face close then kissed me. Our tongues danced. Our lips loved. She broke and stood. Right before my gob-smacked face her proud cock stood upright and solid. I looked up through her breasts at her smirk. She ordered, "Touch me like you used to." I reached. My fingers lightly tapped the stem of her hard upright cock. "Don't be afraid, hun." I grasped the length, held firm, and looked up. I leaned forward, almost breathing on it. "I so missed this. I realize your hand on my dick was one of our glues. You used to do this all the freaken' time, didn't you. And I just wanted to keep you hard all the time. All those tormented years we spent apart. All the neglect. We are going to get things back, you and I. We are going to glue our relationship back the way it should be. That's where your hand belongs now, all the time. Got that?" "Even when we're out?" "That never used to bother you." I leaned forward, took a gamble, and lightly kissed the swollen tip then looked up past her breasts for approval. "The sex club rule applies here, too," she said, wrists now on her hips. "If I want it, you are not allowed to say no." "Never? But I thought -" "Here, stand up and give us your dick, Freak." Despite its painful thumping, my heart skipped with love. She didn't want to kill me! She wanted to fuck me! And I was not allowed to say no! Ever! She called me Freak again and she wants my dick and she wants my hands on hers! It all felt too good to be true. Was there a catch? To hell with feeling shitty. I stood and fumbled. "Oh, fuck, let me do it!" My board shorts fell. She pulled my jocks down and then knelt and took my rapidly swelling stalk into her wide mouth. I gasped. Her oral technique had improved considerably. As I awkwardly pulled the rest of my clothes off I felt her try to swallow me. She had never done that before! Now, she seemed eager and experienced. She sucked strongly, expertly, greedily, gulping wildly. I felt her throat work my crown and I almost lost it. Sensing this, she pulled back with a pop. She patted my stomach. "For a fifty-year old man, your body is stil pretty good. Thank you for keeping it and this in such good shape." "Hey, you're forty-eight and damn fine still, too." "I'm magnificent!" and she attacked my cock again hard enough that I cringed. After a few more moments, Kelly stood and held out her hand. "Come with me, my gob-smacked husband, and you shall learn your shemale wife's true nature." My naked wife pulled me through the house and out in to the dark night. Frogs in the pond croaked. Stars spread above. I glimpsed Alpha and Beta Centauri and the Southern Cross and Spica. Moonlight ghosted the tall gum trees in our little forest. Faint glare on the southern horizon came from the lights of Flinders City 50 km away. On the damp back lawn, Kelly stopped, put her hands on my shoulders and pushed. I dropped. She fell, pushing me onto my back. Cold damp stung. Straddling my hips, she took my upright cock and pressed it between her ass cheeks. She hovered with my tip just at the entrance to her black hole. Smiling, she pushed me inside her warm body. She must have lubed in the shower as she was slick and I easily slid deep. I felt her inner muscles clench me tight. I sighed relief. I felt I was gone home. She took my hand and placed it on her upswept cock. "This is the proper way to talk about important things. Keep it there, love. I am going to be very clear. We are not breaking up. We are going to get our kink back, starting now. That's why we are outside, in our back yard, on this warm night, naked and fucking beneath the stars you so dearly love. I don't give a shit if anyone else hears to see us or even joins in." Kelly leaned forward and placed her fingertips on my sensitive nipples. My left held her hip and thumb pressed her pelvis. My other wrapped around the stem of her cock as if my life depended on it. Her eyes closed and I saw her hanging breasts shift. She squirmed. "I think I might just keep you in me like this for the rest of my life." "I'd...I'd like that." "I am so fucking sorry. I didn't know if you would like the 'new me'." "I'm sorry, too. Why not? And what is the new you?" Her moonlit face gazed down. "I've changed a lot." "I noticed you've been a lot happier." "I swear a lot now." "I noticed. Love it. Don't fucking stop." "I have to cum more than once a day." "Really?" "Morning, noon, evening and night," she almost sang. "No, really, I do. I'm obsessed with sex. Addicted. I can't get enougn now. If I don't cum every day I get skiddish, depressed, moody." She smiled. "Even withdrawn and snappy at you. When I'm at work I have to go somewhere and relieve myself or find someone." "Oh," was all I could say. "You don't hate me? I have had Trevor and Peter and Roger and Flynn and Frank and Amal and, um, Kurt and, well, others. I can't seem to get enough." "Others?" I had thought my wife had gone off sex for good, but now it seemed as if she had become a crazy, wonderful sex addict. I recalled her previous ability as a multi-cummer and I wondered if that was back in full force. She continued. "One guy at work. Couple of guys at the gym, a married couple and several men off an online pickup site. A few guys I picked up at pubs. Threesomes with Trevor and Stacey and Peter. Four different men in a day separately. I have a Grindr account and fucked some guys from there. Are you jealous now?" "Of course I'm jealous. Do you have any idea how much I missed you? How much I missed being desired? I want to hear everything." And, I thought, I want to do all of that with you, too. "You said no secrets." "Have you been naughty with anyone else?" "Honest, no. Just what you know. No one else." She sat up. I rolled her foreskin down and my fingertip rubbed her tip. She squirmed. "I'm going to have to corrupt you then. Here..." She began to move on me. Slow up and down, drawing my cock out then in so we could both feel it, and feel it build. Slower then faster. Her breathing deepened. Her breasts rose and fell. She shuddered. I shuddered. I held her throbbing cock for dear life and pushed up to meet her increasingly savage down-thrusts. She began to bounce. Her body writhed, moved convulsively. With a loud groan she shook. "Damn, I forgot ... how easy it is ... to cum like this ... with you! Oh fuck, oh fuck!" I pushed up hard and felt her anus contract on my sensitive cock. I shared the joy she could have from prostate mini-orgasms. Her powerful legs held my hips in a vice-like grip. Violent spasms carried her voice to heaven. (Somewhere in the distance a dog barked and a Corella cawed.) I moaned myself. Intense feelings of carnality overwhelmed both of us. I watched her body respond to those electric sexual feelings as they built and built until she literally shrieked. Her cock throbbed in my fist, pulsed and shot a massive blast of thick goo. It hit her breast then my chest. As she kept shooting, I cried out and unleased my own volley into her greedy sucking body. She slammed down on me, fell forward, mashing her heavy breasts against my chest. I felt her cock throb again and again, coating us in loving juice at the same time I spasmed into her. Panting, we looked at each other and began to laugh. I couldn't stop laughing. Both of us. She fell against me. I pulled my hand free and hugged her tight. Her anus squeezed me hard. I whispered, "You're caught now. I'm never letting you go, you know that?" Even though I was softening I tried to push further into her. "Freak, you don't get a choice. I refuse to release you. You'll just have to be my sex slave for the rest of your life." She kissed me passionately. Our tongues danced again, this time a lively tune full of voice and spirit. Kelly levered herself up and off me. She stood and held out her hand. "The new me is quite dominant and demanding. I am well and truly finished just being a bottom. Now, I am still hard and nowhere near my limits yet so come with me, my astonished husband, and I shall fuck your ass off the rest of the night. My balls are still loaded and I have a lot more cumming and breeding to do." ### This is an original work of fiction. 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The first part of the story contains only gay content. You can find it here. Part II of "In My Neighbour's Back Yard" Should I do it? I thought for at least the thousandth time. Or maybe two-thousandth. Hard to keep track when all I could think about for the past week was sex, sex and more sex. Wonderful, bareback, raw, uncomplicated but passionate sex. And the promise of more. I fidgeted, waiting with mounting excitement and an annoying level of mild guilt. I had showered, I was clean, and nervous as hell. Sweaty palms be damned. Where was that phone message? I glanced over at my dour wife. She lay on the lounge watching TV. Still a good looking woman for her age – shaggy hair coloured light brown, baggy purple t-shirt concealing large breasts, sweat-pants covering long nicely shaped legs – she could move like a smooth pole dancer and capture my heart, but our intimacy had perished years ago when she claimed the dreaded pause from men had hit. She just did not give a shit about my sexual feelings and needs, and she apparently had none herself. So we lived in celibate fakery, a calm existence, punctuated by my odd secret online wankfest. Until last weekend. My phone queeped. I jumped. The anticipated message read: "Me mates are on their way. Get your arse over here now, slut." I took another deep breath, deleted the message, and felt my heart thump harder. The guilt washed over me for a moment. I looked over again. Fuck her, I thought. I have needs. Courage. I can do it, and I'll have a ball, literally. I dug fingers into the chair and made the fateful final decision. Standing, I said, "I'll be off now." "Going next door to see Peter and his boys?" "Yah." "Watch the footy?" Yes. Some of his mates are coming over, too. Maybe shoot some pool as well." "Your new hobby?" She actually chuckled. "Maybe make some new friends." "Sticks and balls and holes," I said, imaging hard fleshy sticks, hanging full balls and yawning male holes. If only she knew. I swallowed. I doubted very much I would see any football as I hoped to be far too busy. "Don't know when I'll be back. Could be late." I felt my heart beat and my eager penis twitch. "Have fun, then," she said and winked at me before tucking her hand between her thighs and turning her attention back to the dull romance movie. It was now a sex scene. I wondered what my sexless wife thought about that. She never looked at me as I slunk out the front door. As I hurried down our long gravel driveway I recalled last weekend. Something amazing had happened. Something that may have changed my life forever. Something maybe I should not have done, but I had and now I have become consumed by it. I craved it again. I thought I was straight, but sex with another man? Oh, yes. The best sex I had ever experienced. Raw, unrelenting, more passionate than anything I had known before. Pure sex for its own sake. I had loved it. My older neighbour Peter and his two sons had been amazing. I yearned for more. A half moon ghosted the pebbly driveway. I live on a private acre property surrounded by other large lots and new homes. Privacy comes from thick trees and shrubs and a brick house set near the middle of the lot. Peter's place next door is private, too, with a large back yard full of old cars and an enormous shed almost as big as a small house. I made my way through the cool evening air to his unlit front porch. Hesitating, heart pounding, I reached and rapped. The solid wooden inner door swung to reveal Peter standing behind the brown screen. His thick body shadowed by a hall light, he pushed the screen door open, grabbed my shirt and roughly pulled me inside. "About fuckin' time, slut!" he snapped. He threw me against the wall and kicked the door shut at the same time. His burly body slammed against me, knocking the breath out through my nose and astonished mouth. He wore a white singlet and nothing else. His thick cock swelled as he smashed against my body and began jabbing it at my crotch. I squirmed and felt his hot breath and scratchy beard on my face. "Get this shit off!" Pressing his heavy body against me, Peter pulled on my belt, tugged on my jeans. Never before had I ever felt such strong desire. My emotions flamed. My instantly hard cock strained. My body tensed, ready for whatever he was about to do to me. I quickly pushed down my tattered jeans, kicked shoes and jocks and pants away. Peter immediately began to thrust his cock against my own stiffening prong. He pulled my t-shirt over and off, grabbed my shoulders and roughly kissed me. His tongue pushed between my stunned lips and flicked against my own. My sweaty palms instinctively slid down his hairy body to his hips and clenching rear. He fiercely bucked against me then shoved me away. Forget romance, forget soft foreplay, this was rough urgent sex and it felt fabulous. "Let's go! They'll be here soon but I can't wait to fuck your tight virgin arse again." Now naked, he pulled me through his house. I stumbled along a sparsely furnished family area around which doorless bedrooms gaped. He tugged me through the door at the back of the room, into the laundry, then out a squeaking screen door, across cement pavers and through another heavy wooden door inlaid with frosted glass. Instead of the back yard, I stumbled into the shed. Some shed! The "shed" was nothing short of an amazing man cave. Spotlessly clean, to our left an ornate, fully stocked bar glistened with bottles, glasses and mirrors. Before us a green pool table stood waiting, balls in formation, cues and triangle neatly racked beside a leather couch. Behind the pool table lay an enormous bed covered by a soft doona. A black iron frame held the king-size mattress just off the carpet. To the right of the bed, a solid metal hook hung screwed into one of the raked ceiling's steel rafters. An enormous flat screen, flanked by tall speakers, dominated the far wall above the bed. Uplamps cast a mysterious soft glow without shadowing. The most amazing thing: egg cartons adorned the walls. Of course: sound proofing. Excellent! Peter pulled me to the bed and literally threw me onto the mattress. Now naked, I bounced and spun onto my back. Up on elbows, my own cock standing, I waited for him to pounce. Instead he stood at the foot of the bed, fists on hips and legs parted akimbo, and gazed down at me. I stared at his big semi-hard cock and barrel shaped tough body. "Assume the position," he ordered. I shook my head. "What?" "On your hands and knees. Do my dick." "Yes, sir!" I scooted down to the end of the bed, reached and gently took hold of his stiff cock. I looked up at his stern face with an obedient puppy-dog expression. "Knock it off and keep me hard." Holding the base, never releasing eye contact, I opened my mouth and took him in. I loved his cock. I sucked and licked, used my tongue to roll back his foreskin, rubbed the tight crown with my lips and tongue, and began to jerk the stem at the same time. Almost like a religion I worshiped that solid, rubbery pole of steely passion. I moaned and slobbered and licked and rubbed, did everything I could think to mount his prurient pleasure. To make him good and stiff before his assault on my quivering body. In a few minutes of exciting work, he had indeed hardened further. He pulled back and twirled his fingers. "You're a good little cocksucker, almost as good as my son Roger. Now, slut, present yourself. Get that round arse up." Obediently, I spun around, positioned myself, looked at the iron bars of the bed's head, and waited. Would I be tied up? Or cuffed? I felt the bed move as he mounted and knee-walked up behind me. I gasped when his thick fingers first slid along my back, then down to my rump. He begin to kneed and part the cheeks. I felt his scratchy beard against my rear then his tongue flick at the sensitive rim of my anus. I shuddered and gasped again in amazement! Sparks of sensation shuddered through my switched-on body. Fuck my wife, I thought, she never did anything like this to me! Behind me, I felt Peter silently rise then slip the bulging tip of his big cockhead between my fleshy cheeks. He pressed against my pucker. Almost panting, head down, I waited. Come on, I thought, I'm more than ready! "Do you remember last weekend?" "Oh, yeah," I breathed. "Really well." "Want it again?" "Oh, yes! Been waiting." Felt him push. "Why didn't you come over? I said the boys could have you if you ever came over. They were keen to tag team." "Didn't want to … oof! … seem too eager or desperate." "Why not? You're our slut now, and if you can take it, we'll fuck you every day." "I can take it. I can take it." "Right, then. Just get you lubed up first." He reached to the side. I heard a snap then felt cool smear at the entrance to my needy rectum. He pushed a finger in and I jerked and let out a gasp. Then his finger was replaced by something bigger, something huge trying to invade my body. I felt his legs against mine then felt myself begin to take the tip of his hard cock. Resistance is useless, I told my body. Just take it. Despite the excitement I tried to relax. I blew out as he pushed slowly and let it happen. I just opened up for him as if my body already knew what to do. Like before, I felt little pain. Instead, a marvellous full sensation filled my body and mind as his thick cock stretched my rectum. I felt him push slowly into me. I couldn't help it. "Oh, fuck yes," escaped my trembling lips. I felt myself dilate further. The fat invader slid in and in until his hips butted against my butt. I was now panting heavily. My own cock remained rigid, parallel to my stomach, constantly jerking. My butt was filled with so much cock I thought my guts might churn. I could not help gripping it firmly with my rear muscles as I waited for him to begin the lovely friction. I felt Peter edge back but not quite out, then very slowly push in again. "Not all the way in yet but we'll get there." Not all the way? How could he possibly stuff any more inside me? I felt him push harder until something gave way and he popped in even further. His hips slammed against my butt and I felt absolutely stuffed by his enormous cock. It felt like a solid pole from which my body dangled. "Good man," he said and patted my rear. He leaned over my back, his heavy weight causing me to shake. He reached around and grasped my tight pulsing rod. He pushed and I collapsed onto my stomach. His legs parted mine. He released me, placed his hands beneath my arms, pulled back then shoved his huge cock in again. I wuffed as he knocked my breath out. Back then in. I could feel every inch slide in and out. I lay with my head on a pillow and wallowed with each thrust as he proceeded to fuck my arse with strong strokes. I loved it! The amazing feelings lept like lightening from my arse through my body causing me to grunt with each of his powerful jabs. Little orgasms began to erupt, one after the other and it became difficult to breathe. How could this get any better? "How's that, slut? I see you remembered what I taught you. I can feel you clenching your arse nicely. I bet I've got you cumming, too." "Oh, I'm cumming alright." Not even trying, I hoped I was automatically giving him as much pleasure as he gave me. "You feel better than Maria," he announced as he more rapidly slammed into me. "I've been banging her for two years. She's eager for it, and she loves anal and threesomes. Have to arrange something with you, but you'll have to play the role of a cuckold and service us. She'll want to see me do this to you. That's what she likes." Sounded like complete bullshit but I was in no position to disagree. Without slackening his pace, Peter said, "Listen, slut, have to warn you about the others. They can get rough and there's a twist." "Ug! A … twist. What's … ug! …that?" "You'll see." "Where are … oof! … Roger and Flynn?" "They're at a mate's. Probably fucking him." A noise diverted my attention. "Hey, Pete!" someone called. "You started without us. And who's this?" Fuck! Embarrassment flashed through me, but there was nothing I could do. Without slowing, Peter said, "Our new fucktoy. This is Ben. We get to bang him tonight." "Cool. I see you've already started doing that." "Ben, this is Trev." A medium size bald man with very dark skin hovered at the edge of the bed. "Hey, Ben," he said. He was already unbuttoning his black shirt. Peter said, "That's Frank, and that one is Stacey, Frank's wicked daughter." I managed to croak, "Hey. Nice, uh, to meet you." I swallowed embarrassment. Here I was, naked, on my stomach on a huge bed being fucked in my nearly virgin arse by another man in front of strangers. I had thought tonight might be men only, but shit, a girl, too. Daughter? Oh, wow. What have I stumbled into? Peter apparently had frequent sex with his own sons, and they with each other, and he knew someone else who maybe did the same. The man definitely had interesting friends. When Peter lifted off my back and pulled out, I released a huge breath, levered myself up onto my hands and knees, turned around and nodded at everyone. A meek, "Hi" squeaked from my dry lips. Peter said, "Ben, here, is our fucktoy for the night. Caught him [banned word] on me boys in the back yard last weekend and invited him to join. He now loves bareback man sex, don't you pig? He is still pretty much a virgin, so tonight we can teach him how to be a good cumdump." Trev, the black man, had almost finished undressing. "Can't wait, man." Medium height and age, his hairless body sported muscles from obvious workouts. He took his hairless soft cock in hand and began to jerk. I watched it quickly inflate from small to large, an amazing transformation. Shorter Frank, maybe around my age, excitedly hopped from foot to foot as he stripped. He stared at my wilting penis and literally licked his lips. Stacey removed her t-shirt revealing modest braless pointed breasts with small nipples. A dragon tattoo fired on her left side. Clearly young, I could not discern her age and feared she wasn't legal, maybe 16 or so. Stacey sported a definite gothic look with short black hair, thick dark eye makeup, black lips and fingernails. In a husky voice, she said, "He looks good enough to fuck tonight." She did not undress further but kept on the short leather skirt, red fishnets and tall black boots encrusted with silver buckles and laces. She sat on the lounge like a queen and crossed her knees. Peter stood next to her. Smiling, she began to stroke his still hard cock before erotically taking it into her mouth. Despite licking him, she never took her dark eyes off me. Trevor stepped up to the side of the bed and presented his penis to my flushed face. "Come on, boy, get this thing up so I can bang your white arse." I took hold and pulled it into my eager mouth. He looked over at Peter and Stacey and winked. "Can't wait!" Frank said again. "Here, give us your dick." Frank hopped over to Trevor who took Frank's excited penis into his hand. I noticed a gold wedding band. "When do you have to leave?" Peter said. His hand smoothed Stacey's short hair while she worked his re-stiffening cock. "I only have an hour. My hubby's at metal-sculpting, and I know he is screwing the teacher after class so it could be longer." "How do you know he's doing that?" Trev laughed. "Because I screw the teacher, too, and he told me." "Can't wait!" Frank bellowed again. He lept onto the bed. He pulled at my hips. Somehow I managed to keep Trevor's hardening dick in my working mouth while Frank probed my butt with his eager waggling dong. "Got it!" he shouted. I felt him suddenly jam up my gaping arse. I gasped, "Fuck!". I was thankful he wasn't as big as Peter but he made up for it in enthusiasm. The man began to root furiously. I grunted around a mouthful of tasty throbbing penis and had to admit to myself I really did love having a cock fucking up back there. Even his digging fingers felt great. And having another on which to suck at the same time brought heaven on Earth. "Shit, man," I heard Stacey say. "Are you that hard up?" Frank said, "I'm that hard! I haven't had it since I fucked you and your boyfriend last Tuesday. Shit, he's slick but tight." "Still a virgin," I heard Peter say. I was sucking a man while another rapidly fucked me. All I needed now was someone else to play with me at the same time. My dick felt hard enough to explode, and the frantic rubbing inside my arse just promoted all those lovely little prostate zaplettes, one after another. It became difficult to breathe through my nose as my body trembled and shook from Frank's pummelling and my nervous system's attempts at mini-orgasms. For a moment I lost it. Trevor snapped, "Hey, dude, I'm almost there." I lunged and sucked his ultra-hard cock back into my mouth so deep I almost gagged. I had heard about swallowing, so I tried to do that. It felt absolutely weird and I just gagged. I said, "Sorry, man," then sucked so hard he laughed. I craned my head and saw Stacey still gently stroking Peter's hard-again cock and watching my face with amusement. Frank suddenly yelled something and shoved so hard that Trevor's cock almost did go down my throat. I coughed loudly. Arms whirling, he stumbled back from the edge of the bed. I held my ground while feeling Frank's pulses shoot warmth into the bowels of my quivering body. Just, wow, even more amazing than I remembered last weekend. I loved the strong throbbing sensations so much I almost came myself. When Frank pulled away I actually gasped. I suddenly felt very empty back there. "Come on," I said almost panting. "More. I can take more." I turned so I could see everyone. Trevor pushed Frank off the bed and immediately raced behind me. He roughly parted my arse cheeks and I felt him probe. When he found the right spot, he shoved hard, almost knocking me down. He grabbed my hips and began to stroke himself in and out rapidly, using my anus like a tight fist. He didn't say a word but breathed heavily. My entire body was forced to sway in time to his powerful pelvic thrusts. I tried to fuck back but he simply pulled and pushed my hips. "Oh, fuckin' yes!" Frank turned to Stacey. "Come on, bitch, I'm ready." Still holding smiling Peter's stiff cock, she casually replied, "No bastard sticks it up my sissy cunt without permission. Not even you, Daddy." "But I'm your father. That gives me permission." "Not at all, twink, Remember: I was the one who seduced you." she commented with a naughty smile. "Oh, I remember alright. Five years ago, wasn't it?" "Six," she said. "I'm not in the mood tonight to bottom for you." She released Peter, stood tall, and swayed over to the bed. I could not see her but I felt her weight next to Trevor. Then I heard the unmistakable sounds of kissing and humming and tonguing. Trevor slowed briefly but then sped up again. I had gone slightly soft but the slapping of his thighs against my rump and the feeling of his big cock shovelling in and out caused me to stiffen again. I felt a hand a hand on my aching cock. Relief! I glanced down and saw it was black nailed Stacey's hand. She was fondling me at the same time as pleasuring Trevor. Her fingers felt divine as she began to rub and stroke. Frank climbed onto the bed on his knees and shoved his cock at my face. I opened and took it in. The bed rocked even more as Peter knee-walked behind thrusting Trevor. "Ready for it, Trev?" he announced. "About time you old [banned word]." "Who you calling a [banned word]?" "You are and you know it, old [banned word] fart." Trevor paused. "Oh, yeah," I heard. "You know I love being the meat in a man sandwich." I remember Peter saying it turned him on when he could fuck a man who was already fucking another man. "Great arse," I heard Peter say. "Nice and round and tight." I was suddenly shoved onto my stomach. My legs and arms shot out and I cried in surprise. Peter had jammed himself into Trevor and was fucking hard enough to push us all down. Stacey fell onto the bed next to me. I felt her firm breasts press against my body and her breath on my ear. I felt Trevor's cock forced in and out by Peter's savage thrusting. Stacey's teeth slid on my earlobe and then her lips and tongue wet my face as I was bounced on the bed. "Just wait," she whispered, "until I get to you." I twisted my head. Her eager dark rimmed light blue eyes loomed before she began to kiss me. Two kisses then her tongue flicked. I couldn't believe it. I was being fucked by one man while another fucked him. A young girl was kissing me while pressing her half naked body against mine, and her father was wanking himself next to my head, too. I began to pant heavily. The strong sensations rose in my arse and suddenly exploded through my body. Lightening cracked. The sky split. Thunder roiled. I yelled. My cock did not shoot but it felt as if everything else did. Stacey stuck her tongue between my lips as her lips mauled. Peter yelled, "You fuckin' did it, mate!" "Yeah!" Trevor called. "I can feel you cummin'. And I am, too! Oh yeah!" At the same time Peter unloaded into Trevor, Trev blasted into me. "It just turns me on too much when someone else participates at the same time." Trevor and Peter pulled away and stepped off the bed. I caught a glimpse of Trevor's swollen wet and dripping cock. I had had that up my rear! I felt wet drip down my leg. He and Frank must have filled me pretty good. Stacey rolled away and off the bed. She went back to Peter, knelt, and took his spermy cock into her mouth. I could hear the slurping. "Good, girl," he said. "About time!" Frank slid straight back into my rectum and began to root quickly. I could hardly feel his smaller cock. He slapped my bum and complained, "He's not tight any more. Too stretched by you big boys." I clamped hard and Frank yelped. "Oh, yeah, that's better." He fucked on for several minutes until he finally began to "Ha…ha…ha…ha…" and jammed himself against me. I could feel him squirt several times before pulling away. I rolled over onto my back and gestured to Frank. "My turn?" He just looked at me and laughed. "Can't, mate. I'm shot and I gotta go and can't have a leaky arse." I watched Trevor and Frank begin to dress. "Too bad," Peter said. "No seconds tonight." "Well," I called, "could I fuck anyone else here?" Laughing, Frank and Trevor both left quickly. This was it? I thought. I mean, the group experience felt terrific and I was already craving another dick, but that's it? Quick fucks and everyone is gone in half an hour? "I have my car," Stacey announced. "Tell you what," she said to Peter, "I'm horny as a raging goat. How about I fuck him and then spend the night keeping you awake?" Peter grinned and nodded. "Sounds like a good plan." "Right," she said rubbing her hands together. "First, I'll just make sure you're ready for me." She crawled onto the bed, leaned down and sucked my dick into her impatient mouth. I caressed her short hair then smooth back as her head bobbed and she licked and sucked me to further hardness. It didn't take much. She sat up and gazed down at my smiling face. "Okay, boy, here we go. Hope you're ready." She balanced on her knees, reached behind, unzipped her leather skirt, unwrapped it and tossed it to the side. There before my astonished and delighted face proudly stood a very beautiful, very hard, very ready penis. A brilliant cock supported by two large tight testicles. It stood up for me as if begging. I looked up and she smirked. "Didn't expect that, did you?" Peter laughed, too. "Remember the house rule, slut. Have fun with him." He turned and left the room. Stacey pushed me onto my back and crawled over my body. "Are you a she or a he?" I blurted. "Either," Stacey said. "I prefer she, but I'm half and half. Sometimes I'm taken as a boy cross-dresser and other times a trans. Either way is fine. These boobs are natural but I have a boy's hips. I like to dress and act female sometimes, and male other times. Tonight you got Stacey instead of Stan. But what matters to me most is fucking." She parted my legs with hers, dropped her hips and pressed that amazing cock against me. My legs instinctively wrapped around her thrusting rear. In seconds she had fully embedded herself. Her Goldilocks cock was just right: not too big, not too small, just right. It filled me like no other. She lay down on my body, making sure her nipples and firm breasts pressed against mine. Her smirking face stared down at my astonishment. "How's that feel?" My hands slid down her back. "Um, simply amazing. You feel terrific." "Of course I do!" After another kiss, I felt her begin to move. Out then in, out then in, slowly at first then faster and faster until she was literally pummelling my body. Laughing, she held herself up with her harms and fucked even harder. I slipped my hands down to her tight round butt and held on as she fucked me with wave-like motions. The raw sexual sensations became even more amazing. It didn't take long, maybe only a few minutes, but it felt almost like forever. When it happened her eyes widened, she yelled loudly, "Fuck, I'm filling you!" I felt her magic cock spurt and spurt and spurt. She did not stop shoving the entire time, she just kept at it even after finishing. "Feels fucking great. Going to do it again." She stayed amazingly hard and continued to use my body for her enormous pleasure. It was as if the strong orgasm had not diminished her desire but instead renewed and increased it. This time her thrusts became stronger, more powerful, insistent, demanding. I lay beneath her body and revelled at my great fortune. After she came very loudly a second time, she withdrew, squatted while still hard, and regarded me with a tipped head. Her hand slipped up and down my own stiff, aching shaft. "I could keep going but I think you need something. I want to give it to you. You have permission. We'll do it bareback. I never rubber up. And do not pull out." I would have been happy if she wanted to keep doing me but instead, she straddled my hips and lowered her thin hot body. My aching cock sunk deep into her trembling body. Eyes closed in rapture, she then rose and fell, fucking me at her own pace. I watched her face twist as her pleasure mounted. When I tried to move my hips, she mashed down on me and shook her pretty head. Five minutes later she lay full on my body, grabbed my arms and rolled us until I was on top. Her legs tightened together, capturing my prong. She shoved up, encouraging me to fuck her. Which, of course, I did. I held her thin body and shoved myself hard and deep, over and over and over, until I felt that wonderful tingling in my legs then balls then dick. Just as I was about to cum, she cried, "Wait!" she and pushed me off. The nearly nude half-girl scampered off the bed and hopped up on the pool table. With a wicked smile she crooked her finger at me and parted her booted legs wide. Her amazing cock remained standing and wet and wanting. I crawled off the bed and stood before her. She reached, grabbed my dick, and roughly pulled me against the solid table. She levered my hard knob beneath her ballsac, reached around and pulled at my arse. She scooted forward and I pushed until I was once again engulfed in warm, tight heaven. She kissed me and began to move and pant immediately. Her legs rose and encircled my waist, tugging me deep. Then she slowly lay back onto the table. Her arms flailed and pool balls clicked, snapped and rolled. One sunk. "Come on. Do me. I need it. Shoot your hot jizz into me." I reached for her breasts – they felt soft and natural – leaned down and tongue-flicked an erect nipple. She squirmed and began to hunch me. She smacked her palms against my head and glared up at me. Through gritted teeth, she hissed, "Come on! Fuck that load into me!" I pushed hard. I rooted fiercely. I jammed as deep into her as I could, almost at machine-gun pace. My breaths deepened. I panted heavily. I was incredibly turned on. I went at it for minute after minute while she twisted and moaned. Soon that incredible electric feeling shot through my body, from my groin down my legs and out through my arms. Just as I began to pulse I felt her wonderful cock, wedged between our heaving stomachs, spurt again, showering us with sticky magic spunk. She squirmed, yelled something, gritted her teeth and continued to fuck me with increased savage power. "Give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me!" That was it. My body tensed, electrified further, and I let loose with a blood-curdling banshee scream. I pushed very hard, jammed myself into her as far as I could and let loose. My triumphant cock blasted. Uncontrollable powerful spasms ruled the universe as she grabbed my head and thrust her tongue deep. Her entire youthful body writhed as she took in shot after shot of my horny juice. I could feel her own cock and anus respond and pulse, too, adding more glue to our wanton union. When she let go, I pushed up, panted heavily, and began to laugh. She laughed, too. "Wow, I really felt that. How ya doing?" "Pretty damn good," I puffed. "You came and you're still hard." "Sure am." "You can stay like this and keep on going?" "I don't go down until I'm done. I can cum, keep going, and cum again. Each time just pushes me onto the next. I can do it for hours." "Dinkum?" "True blue." "Krikey." We stopped moving and laughed together at the stupid comments. She slapped my arm. "I can keep doing this all night but you look exhausted. You certainly came hard and long. It felt fuckin' great, let me tell you. I loved it." On a whim I said, "How old are you?" "Same age as Flynn." That would make her nineteen. That meant she seduced her father when she was thirteen. That meant she was more than thirty years younger than myself and had more than forty years between herself and Peter. I wondered what her amazing life had been like. What was it like growing up? When did she start having sex? She seduced her father? How? When did she decide she was female or had she always been like that? What he really a cross-dresser or a she transperson? So many stupid questions! None of them mattered. Only the feelings, the urges, the craving for more raw sex. I pushed up and off and pulled out. She levered herself up, laughed, and flicked my wet bouncing cock. "Cool. Oops, don't want to mess the felt." She swung a booted fishnetted leg around and spritely hopped off the table. "Listen, you're cool. I like the way you feel. How about we do this again, just us, okay?" Her finger trailed down my sticky chest. "I can fuck you for a whole afternoon, and I'll give you permission again. What do you say?" How could I refuse an angel? "Let me know when and where and I'm yours." Peter came back into the room with a beer. Stacey pecked my cheek and hopped over to him. "Hey, there." She sidled up against the burly bearded man who wore only a singlet. Her hand fondled his penis as she kissed his cheek. Hers still stuck up strong. "You wanna fuck?" Shocked, I said, "What are you doing?" She smiled at me. "He has permission. Besides, house rule. I'll have his boys later after they get home, too. We'll have an all-nighter." Oh, yes, I thought. The house rule: not allowed to say no to sex. "What about your boyfriend?" "Oh, fuck no. Dushan's a one-shot wonder. So is Dad, but you somehow got two out of him tonight, so you did well." I shook my head in amazement and slight jealousy. Peter gets to fuck with an energetic, demanding teen who can go at it the entire night. I forced my heart calm. He motioned to me. "Get yourself cleaned up and mosey on home. I'll let you know when I've arranged the threesome with Maria." "Maria?" Stacey said in mock astonishment. "You still banging that neglected nymphomaniac housewife?" "We're down to once a week." Peter wrapped a big arm around her shoulders, bent his head, and kissed the, um, delightful girl who had just filled my arse. Gob-smacked was the least of my problems. I could seriously get to like her and knew that would be a very stupid move. I sat on the toilet and felt a large amount of fluid drip. I cleaned and dressed. I heard giggling noises and laughter and creaking from Peter's doorless bedroom. I tiptoed through the family room and peeked. Her smaller body lay on top of him. His hands held her undulating rump. His legs hooked over her shoulders as she strongly fucked into his wicked arse. She suddenly let loose a loud orgasmic shout and, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I watched her whole body spasm. She turned her head, smiled at me, and continued to fuck him. I grinned, nodded and waved. I knew I could have joined them – house rule – but instead I left. As I staggered back home, my legs trembled. I felt weak but my heart continued to beat strongly. And my empty anus, well, I needed another cock back up there as soon as I could arrange it. I knew I would crave that full feeling forevermore. I found my wife still spread out on the couch. I paused and gazed down at her. Why did she have to be such a prude? She had given up on the most wonderful thing in the universe: sex. But that had driven me onto something greater and much more spiritually fulfilling, not to mention physically. Sex with men was definitely far better and much purer. She woke and looked up. "Did you have fun?" I chuckled. "Yeah, I did." "How was the game?" "Invigorating," I said. "Energetic. More than I expected. Bit of a surprise, too." "Lots of sticking on that pool table?" "That, too." She looked up at me and actually smiled. "As I said before, it is always good to have a hobby. One needs pleasure in one's life." Guilt washed my soul for a moment before I told it who was boss. My wife winked at me and smiled. And I wondered. ### July 2021 by Hozzel. Authors notes: I was not sure which part of Breeding Zone this should should be posted, so I posted it in the same area as part 1. This is an original work of fiction. The characters are all invented but the story stems from a real experience related to me many years ago by a spunky online friend from Sydney. We used to exchange scalding hot emails, and had a great deal of fun describing what we would do to each other. He had gotten off on my Mistress J and mansex stories, and he gave me permission to use his real all-male gangbang experience in a story. He described himself as a multi-cummer who loved being restrained and fucked for an hour solid by his top buddy and his buddy's mates. As he travelled cross-country for work, we agreed to get together when he was in my state. He promised to fill my virgin arse with many loads and I promised he could bottom for me, too. Sadly, he passed away from asbestosis before the fun-filled hookup could happen. This one's for you, mate. It would have been one hot afternoon. I would love to hear your thoughts about part III. What would you like? What will happen? If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a hard throbbing wet response, I would positively love to hear from you! Always up for email fun, too. Ping me at my pseudonym, athenamorgansbox at gmail dot com.

In My Neighbour's Backyard By Hozzel A loud noise from the neighbour's backyard first attracted my attention. A solid thumping noise, as if someone punched metal over and over. A strange, weird noise accented each thump, like repeated grunts, with a staccato rhythm, "Uh...uh...uh..." Curious, I snuck between the leafy shrubs up to the corrugated iron fence and peered between the branches into their big back yard. Next to a big shed, the yard was littered with old cars, parts of old cars, wheels and tyres. "Oh, fuck!" I heard. The vision startled me. I hopped back, shocked and aroused at the same time. I quickly peeked over the fence again. 18-year-old Roger, the younger brother, spread face-down over the bonnet of one of an old car. His fists beat the dirty white bonnet while his bare bum and legs quivered from the hammering he received from his older completely naked brother, Flynn. Mouth open, I realized my breathing had deepened and I had become instantly solid. Flynn fucked fast and hard into his brother. I could hear his hips as they quick slapped against Roger's bare arse. I saw Flynn's fingers curl and then heard Roger yelp when he thumped the bonnet again. Between his spread legs I could just make out Roger's tight balls and stiff cock. It flopped up and down with every pelvic punch from eager Flynn. As I stared I realized Roger was pushing back in time to Flynn's heavy thrusts. They were fucking each other. Roger yelled, "Harder, harder!" and Flynn went into overdrive. Clearly no one was being forced here. The boys wanted to do this. "Hey! Not without me!" Their dad ran around the corner of the shed, dropped his board shorts and kicked them away. My mouth hung further open as I marvelled at his big hardening cock. The grey fuzz surrounding the thickening base was not enough to hide its size. Is he going to…? "What have I told you boys about doing it in the open!" Guilt and shame suddenly washed through me. I was spying on my neighbours having incestuous male sex. I was peeking, [banned word], a naughty voyeur. And they were men! I wasn't into men, although I had secretly enjoyed trans and gay porn and got off from it. I knew my straight-laced wife would throw a tizzy if she caught me with the porn or doing this. Luckily she was out shopping. I could not help myself and simply had to spy again. Peter, their bear-shaped bearded dad with a dragon tattoo on his left upper arm, stepped up behind Flynn, roughly grabbed the boy's narrow hips and thrust that great big hard thing into his son's skinny arse. He didn't take his time and ease it in, he pushed hard and grunted loud, causing Flynn to shout. "Fuck, Dad!" "There's a real bareback cock in ya now," the older man said firmly. He slammed against his older son and the late teenage son pushed against his younger brother. "I know you love it up the arse just as much as Rog." Flynn cried out as his father began to fuck like mad and let out a continuous loud moan. It escalated into a non-stop holler which quavered from his pounding. The hairy older man held his son's hips and just hammered relentlessly. Flynn shook from the body hits and Roger kept pounding the bonnet and yelping, "Shit, that's good!" That was it. Decency be damned! Intrigued, I unzipped, pulled my hard dick out and began to wank the foreskin back and forth. I watched them go at it for the next five minutes. Peter, clearly a strong fucker, never missed a beat. He never slowed or paused except to change his footing. He fucked his boy hard, with an ongoing animal growl, until, suddenly, I saw his shaking rear clench. I heard a loud grunt and watched the boys' father jam hard and deep. "Feel that? Fuckin' loading you, boy," Peter said loudly. Roger yelled something like, "You fuckin' got me goin'! Gaaa…" I glimpsed his cock jerking and guessed he was coming, too. Their dad slapped and grunted a few more times then pulled out. His singlet topped chest heaved from deep breaths. Fluid dripped from his son's arse. He turned toward me and motioned, "Come on over and join in!" I could not believe it. I was caught! Embarrassed, I scrambled back. I heard, "Come on, hop over, Ben. It's okay, isn't it boys?" Peter's bearded face appeared on the other side of the fence. "I knew you were [banned word] on us. My boys like to be fucked and they don't mind bein' watched. They do it to each other all the time. They're supposed to keep it inside but on a day like this, what can I say? Perfect weather for havin' a root outdoors." He turned and called, "Hey, boys! Would you like to have a go with Ben?" I heard thumping on the car and, "Yeah!" Then the rhythmic squeaking of the car resumed as Flynn fucked into his young brother again. "Hang on," I said, tucked myself away, and came back with a step-stool. Peter helped me over the fence. "Strip off," Peter instructed. He reached down and unbuckled my belt. "Can't fuck properly with all this gear." He quickly removed all my clothes. "You're hard as a rock," he observed, fondling my erection. It felt weird having another man paw at me, but in my aroused state, I actually liked it. Wearing flipflops only, I walked barearse naked, with their father's fingers rubbing my knob, up to the rooting lads. I had visited their home only once before and now something made sense. All the inside doors had been removed. No secrets. Easy access. I had heard yelling and even screaming before and now I knew the cause. Peter pointed, "Don't be shy, mate. My boys really like to suck and fuck. There's a nicely slick arse right there for you. Go ahead, stick it in. Or would you rather be the bottom?" He shoved me toward his sons. "Both," I stammered. I knew what he meant. Flynn pulled out of his brother, stepped to the side. I stood behind the young boy and looked down at his rear, right where his older brother's cock had just been. "Go ahead," ordered their father. "He'll love it." "Yeah," Roger chirped. "Stick it in me bum." I shook my head, stepped up and pressed the swollen head of my cock between the boy's cheeks. What the fuck was I about to do? When I hesitated, Flynn shoved me in the back and I suddenly pushed all the way into Roger. My shocked dick went in easily. One push and I penetrated deep. It felt unbelievably snug and positively marvelous. I felt Roger's internal muscles clench and clench on me as he started to move. My wife had never, ever, allowed anal sex. For that matter, sex between us had become almost non-existent for years. But now, here it was, I was doing anal for the first time, and doing it with a teenage boy, my neighbour's youngest son. Gay sex. I was not freaked out, and it felt wonderful! I would never be the same again. "Go ahead," Flynn said to me. "He likes it rough." I placed my palms on Roger's hips and, started to shove in and out. Roger grunted with each of my thrusts. "Uh…uh…uh… Fuckin' come on," he snapped. "Give it to me!" Right. I grabbed his bony hips and began to pound into him. The intense sensations mounted quickly. It wouldn't take long. I slowed, trying to draw out the feelings and my quickening climax. "Too good," I muttered. "Here," I heard Peter say, "see if you like this." He stepped up behind me and took my hips in thick-fingered hands. I stopped and felt his big cock push between my arsecheeks. Stunned, I held still and let him have his way. Flynn said, "Dad likes to fuck us when we're fucking each other." This was another wonderful fantasy: to be taken over and over by another man or a strong trans. I had dreamed what it would feel like when a real penis fucked into my guts instead of a broom handle. Now here it was and the reality felt far hotter. Peter slowly pushed into me. It felt like a huge slug invaded my body. I stood rock still, leaned over Roger, felt all the astonishing sensations, and panted while his father slowly slid his enormous prick up my rectum. This was great! When I felt his hips against my rear, he paused and said, "You're fuckin' tight. How does that feel?" "Good," I breathed. "Huge. Full." "Hurt any?" "Barely," I admitted. In fact, there was almost no pain, just the feeling of being stretched and stuffed full. I had no idea I could take that much. "Like it?" "Love it," I said truthfully, bent over his son. "Good. You must be a natural. Here goes, slut." He pulled almost out then pushed himself back into me. I let out an explosive breath. I could feel his entire cock slide in and out as he began to fuck, a fabulous carnal feeling. Soon he was fucking me quickly. This caused me to do the same to Roger. My own penis swelled further as it slipped inside the boy's arse. Peter shovelled and something inside my rear began to tingle. It felt as if an orgasm was quickly rising. In an attempt to hold off I huffed "Oof! How often do you do this?" "All the time," Flynn said. "Do you like it, Rog?" I asked. I slid my palms over the youth's bare back while Peter fucked me with short, jabbing strokes. "Fuck, yeah." "Do you ever get to do it? Get to top?" "Yeah. But I like being a cumdump best." "You do it with anyone else?" "Sure. When me mates or Flynn's mates come over. Or Dad's buddies." Their father suddenly slammed into me, knocking my breath out through my nose. "Yeah, he's a right cumdump, Roger is. Flynn, too. I'm getting' there. How're you doin'?" "Fuckin' hell, I think you're screwing my prostate," I said. "I'm coming without squirting." My body twisted in pure pleasure as a fluidless orgasm flashed through me. I had never felt anything like it before and it was unbelievable! Despite coming, my erection remained hard inside Roger's arse, and I felt as if I could do it again immediately. But I felt Peter ram himself against my buttocks, felt his enormous cock swell even further, and felt him begin to pulse inside me. Felt the strong volleys of thick warm fluid as he shot into me, over and over. It triggered my own stronger orgasm. I could no longer hold back. I yelled very loud and shot over and over into the teenage boy. "What'd ya scream like that that for?" "Better that way," I panted. "Like karate. Yelling and screaming makes it feel stronger. Greater punch." "Have to remember that at the next gangbang." The weight on my back suddenly lifted. My anus felt empty, my rear cool and exposed. Peter smacked my bum. "That your first time, mate?" "Yah." "Cool. Ready for more?" I started to stand up. My legs felt weak. I shook briefly, but I stammered, "Okay." "Anyone else want another round with our new slut? He's been broken in." Roger levered himself off the car and faced me. He was hard again. Long and thin and straight up. "I want to fuck you." "Go ahead," I heard Peter instruct. "Ben, here, is our new fucktoy." Roger stood before me, grabbed my arms roughly, and pulled my body against his. For a skinny boy, he was quite strong. Face close, I felt his hot breath then lips on mine then tongue as he tried to lick my own tongue. What the hell, I let him, and returned the passionate kiss. My hands descended to his round rump and I felt his hard cock rub against mine. He then wrestled me to the dirt. On my back, eager Roger spread my thighs with his hips and knees and proceeded to fill me nicely. Grinning, he pushed up over me and began to fuck me in earnest with long steady strokes and panting breaths. Flynn fell onto his brother. Roger paused while Flynn inserted. And then their father, his fat renewed, stepped between our legs and pushed into his older son. My legs stretched wide, I revelled in the amazing but awkward four-way fuck. "He's ours, now. Let's go, boys! Breed him! Knock him up!" "You gonna poz him, Dad?" "Why not!" Three more loads in my butt later, Flynn and Roger took turns sucking and licking me hard again. I felt ready to fuck once more. Instead of being worn out, I was super-charged, energized for the next hit of fantastic, shameless sex in my neighbour's sunny backyard. My rear tingled with only slight soreness. The boys, however, pissed off, literally leaving me with their insatiable father. Peter placed his hands on the old car, arms straight, spread his hairy legs and offered himself to me. "I'll teach ya how to bottom, ya old cunt." He did. He came hands free, too, this time screaming like a banshee. Me, too. After, as he escorted me back to my home, he said, "My buddies'll be over Saturday night. You can be the slut at the centre of our next gangbang. In fact, come over any time. We have a 'not allowed to say no' policy." I nodded and admitted, "Sounds great. Love to." I had loved it. The feeling of their cocks filling my arse still tingled nicely. I had crossed a new line in my life, one I was not about to reject. "Applies to you, too, of course. Whatever any of us wants, you have to obey." "Sure." Late that afternoon, my frumpy wife commented that I seemed in a particularly happy mood and asked what I had done during the day. "Hopped over the fence and visited the neighbours," I said. "Turns out we have a hobby in common, so I might be spending more time over there. I'm going over to watch the footy Saturday night." Visions of men taking me raw danced in my new-found wicked imagination. "That's nice, dear," she said. "Always good to have a hobby." ### July 2021 by Hozzel. This is a work of fiction. It is not based on a real event. Or is it? If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a throbbing response, I would love to hear from you! Always up for email fun, too. Ping me at athenamorgansbox at gmail dot com.

It don't think it is about the number of posts one makes as such. Dr Scorpio, sir, you are correct. It is about involvement, a willingness to share, and respect. Show that first. Along those lines, it is difficult to come up with a figure. I am very new and have posted a few old fiction stories I wrote (more to cum...yum) but am not yet at the level needed for messaging. As someone said, this isn't a messaging site, it is a forum to exchange experiences, ideas, feelings (oh, yes!) and support. So contribute and one day it'll happen. (Where have I heard that before?)

Persephone Jones held a profound secret and Michael Barnes intended to discover it. Mistress J was certainly not telling. She and Persephone played almost as close as sister wives, with their wicked sexual demands. Two amazing women, both his masters, both requiring worship, both sexually demanding creatures, both using him and each other for their pleasures and the pleasures of their friends. His perverted experiences with them were the greatest events in his life. Their amazing ability to achieve multiple back-to-back orgasms still stunned his senses. As he drove through the autumn night he remembered. Weeks old, an image still burned bright in his memory, the cause of his renewed sexual obsession. Hung by leather straps from a hook in Mistress J's playroom's ceiling, his wrists and arms aching as he dangled naked, exposed, vulnerable, Mistress J, her playmates Tish and Persephone each and together abused, aroused and denied him with their erotic caresses and taunting words, their flashing eyes and wicked smiles, their overt sex before his astonished face. He recalled his exposed erection throbbed as he was first forced to watch Persephone launch herself at big-breasted Tish and then, tossing aside her black microskirt, she had shocked him with the sight of her erect penis, which she had immediately plunged into his submissive arse, not once but three different times that very night. Mike felt his rear still tingle at the erotic memory. He recalled the recent gangbang. While bound, Mistress J's male friends and her husband took him over and over, spunking happily into his near-virgin arse many times. She cackled in glee and, incredibly turned on, not only pounced on Persephone but also her cuckold husband. The evening had ended in kind tenderness with Persphone. Later, she had visited him at his office and had gifted him with amazing fellatio. He had become their plaything, their sexual slave, available at their whim, dedicated to their fantastic pleasures. Persphone's surprising call required his attendance. She had planned something wicked, she said. Come to the Flinders City University to Pricilla Bok Hall after dark. It would be open. He had not visited the university campus in years. Parking always a perennial problem, it became a long hike to the science building. He circled for half an hour until he found the old two storey structure topped by a wide silver domed. He hesitated at the glass door entrance. Lights blazed inside as if waiting. Should he do this? Despite the strong attraction to Persephone, he had made a commitment to Mistress J. He tramped through the logic again. Minus: It was safer to stay monogamous to his Mistress. He did not want to harm that important relationship. Last week's session in her private dungeon had become incredibly intense. Persephone was her friend and lover. One of others, true, but still they had a history. He had been warned that Persephone used men without shame. Persephone was transsexual. Is that what he wanted? Or was he interested because his Mistress got off watching men enjoy steamy sex? He liked Persephone as a person, they even seemed to share common interests, and he secretly wanted to know more about her. Becoming emotionally hooked might be a serious problem given her wildly promiscuous nature. His fizzing hormones might mislead his better judgement. Sex once or twice was a fling but three times formed the start of a relationship. He had visited Mistress J six times now, and had cemented their fetish relationship. She had instructed him to have sex with others only on her command. Should he be seeing Persephone alone? Or was she? Did he want a relationship with two demanding, kinky women at the same time? One who enjoyed lashing him up and watching him being taken by her husband and other men? And the other who liked to take him with her ceaselessly stiff cock? Was it really possible? Could he live up to their expectations? Or would it turn into a puddled mess? Plus: Persephone looked simply gorgeous. Beautiful elvin face, lovely red hair, tall and statuesque, large firm breasts, flared hips, muscular long legs. An amazon goddess in the flesh with an unequalled sexual hunger. Persephone turned him on tremendously. Multi-orgasmic: she could cum and cum again and again in amazing quick succession, without a break, without wilting, without seemingly needing to recharge and recuperate. So could Mistress J – the mistress of the continuous long orgasm - but she was female and Persephone was trans. Persephone admitted she felt an emotional connection with him. He knew he felt a similar link with her and hoped it was real. She wanted him. He wanted her. Simple. He shuddered and tingled at the memory of her oral onslaught the other day beneath his office desk. What was the problem? They were all adults. Mistress J apparently lead a fantastic life of exhuberant sexual excess, something of which most only fantasized. Persephone and his Mistress seemed more than lovers, indeed, it felt as if they were sister allies. So what was his problem indeed? Heart thumping, he pushed the metal bar. The old glass door creaked, swung. He slowly ascended the wide tiled stairs then headed left at the top as instructed. The lit hallway swept ghostly silent. His shoeclicks echoed as he made his way along a corridor that could fill with students in an instant during the daytime. He arrived at the open double-door entrance to a dark cave and stepped in. The doors swung shut with a loud, echoing click. Ink blackness descended. A rustling sound echoed and he was grabbed. Someone impaled his body against the door. A cold bar jammed his back. A tall body slammed against him, eagerly pressing. Strong hands gripped his forearms. Her lips slid against his own, her insistent tongue sought his, her body writhed with keen intent. Firm breasts pressed his chest. He felt her heart beat as strongly as his own. He mindlessly slid into the passionate kiss, eager at first then softer and romantic. Mouths opened and tongues caressed each other, sliding like wet silk in a cooperative oral dance. His arms surrounded her back and embraced, pulled her tight. Her palms slapped the door and she pressed against him. Something prodded his own instant erection, still encased in his trousers but silently shouting for release. Persephone grabbed his wrists and pulled away. Deep feelings triggered and they both burst into mutual, uncontrollable laughter. "Way too long!" she breathed. "I would have contacted you sooner but I just couldn't." "It's been a week." "I know but it feels like a lifetime. We shouldn't have parted the other night. I so wanted to take you home and have my way with you all night!" Visions swam in Mike's imagination of her strong, naked body thudding against his own, her solid cock playfully boring into his wet yielding anus, driving and driving until they were both utterly consumed. His senses ached for her, and he knew it would take all his willpower and strength to avoid immediate entanglement. "Sorry I interrupted," he breathed. Before he could move, she again pulled him roughly against her muscular body and both of her hands playfully squeezed his rear cheeks. "I have so missed this wonderful, round arse!" Her hips thrust and he felt her erection jab. Clearly, she did not want to wait for preliminaries. He sensed her own lust fired her in the explosive way of men. She was immediately ready without significant foreplay. His own hard-on screamed, too, but uncertainty helped him divert the insistent drive. In the darkness, she pulled his wrist. "Come." Blind, he stumbled behind her, bumped into a seat then something large. Persephone smirked. "Here we are." Filtered light gradually rose, revealing the extent of the spacious cavern. Like a heavenly cathedral, an enormous white dome arched overhead, he estimated ten or more metres across. Along one wall, the glass case displayed 3D photos of planets, moons, nebulas and galaxies. In another display case, models of satellites and old-fashioned rockets hung from wires. An ancient brass telescope, a type manufactured over two hundred ago, decorated a shelf. Rings of padded theatre seats circled a bulky monster. Two large black hemispherical heads bracketed either side of a long framework body. Dark arms curved out and up, like multiple erections thrust toward the sky, each topped with its own bulbous glass knob. Hemispheres like little breasts dotted the frame. The sleeping beast lay shackled inside a complex yoke and gimbal arrangement as if content. Noises of their steps and the rustling of their clothes echoed despite the carpet. The merest breath seemed magnified. Mike felt a quiet lumbering, an almost religious reverence. Persephone hopped onto the dais - her long boot heels ticked - and stood before a gold control panel studded with switches and dials, mechanical eyes and ears. He saw she wore a long black leather coat, cinched at only the waist. Swirl of coat revealed her long, tapered legs sheathed in tall leather boots. "Up here, Mike." He stepped up. She whispered, "Watch." She touched something on the console and folded herself around his body. The beast came quietly awake. Globes filled with tiny sparks and the ends of tubes geysered restrained light. Over their heads, thousands of stars whispered into existence. Without a groan or even the merest squeak, the monster began to turn. Tiny lights touched their bodies like slowly spinning snowflakes. The Moon rose. He could almost imagine the sound of crickets and frogs, but, in fact, it was utterly silent. The breathtaking spectacle verged on spiritual. "Magnificent, isn't it." "Fantastic," he whispered. She released him and picked up a laser pointer. "This is my Doc Savage Fortress of Solitude. There's a Digistar projector as well but you can't replace something like this." She pointed at a group of stars lifting from the horizon. "See that? Orion. Plenty of interesting stuff around there. Following are his hunting dogs, there and there. That bright star is Sirius. It's a binary with the second white dwarf ever discovered. Over there is Procyon with the first. Orion is chasing that V shape, Taurus the bull, and before it is M45, the Pleiades, a young loose star cluster. Just below Taurus is Gemini, incestuous twins linked arm in arm. The Southern Cross is over there. That dark spot is the Coal Sack. That's Alpha Centauri nearby, only four and a bit light-years distant, and the one next to it is Beta Centauri or Agena, a B1 binary over 350 light-years. They're the Pointers. The South Pole's around there. Everything spins around it but there's no star like there is at the North Pole. This -" her arm swept "- is the Milky Way and that ghostly egg shape is the Core in Sagittarius. Way on the other side may be paradise." He had seen the Orion pattern: a belt of three bright stars with a sword hanging upwards, all surrounded by a crooked body outlined by four other stars, including white Bellatrix, blue Rigel and orange Betelgeuse. His father called it the Saucepan although Mike could never see that shape, not even here where far more stars seemed visible. Perhaps it was different if viewed upside down from the Northern Hemisphere. "Earth circles a single G2 class star which orbits the centre of our bared-spiral galaxy every two hundred twenty-five million years. There's a giant black hole at the core surrounded by eldrich arches and filaments of gas and dust and stars and planets and powerful fields -" long fingers clenched, turned "- almost as if it had been engineered by faeries long ago." "That's ... wow. But faeries?" "Magical beings trying to tap power from the core." She set the pointer down and sighed. "This is my place, Mike, the university's planetarium. I answer questions, help with the staff's research, make sure facts are accurate. Sometimes I present a show myself." She turned, sighed. Starmotes whispered her soft chin. As the ghostmoon dipped low, a tiny comet flew into view. Its tail stretched longer as it arced upward and a fainter second tail slowly revealed. He felt mesmerized by the swirling pageant as well as Persephone herself. A mote floated across her smile. "I don't think there are many alien species out there. Evolution doesn't necessarily twist toward intelligence, and they won't be warlike if they've been around a long time. They'll know how to survive by keeping the peace. Actually," she said, turning, with a suggestive grin, "they may be quite loving. Perhaps even more sexual than ourselves." She leaned over him, bowed her head and kissed him deeply again. He leaned back, "How does this work?" embarrassed to admit what was really on his grubby mind. "This is really lovely, Mike, being here with you." She suddenly pushed him away but held his wrists. "There is something wonderfully naughty I have wanted to do for a long time." "And that is?" "I have never played with anyone here." "Really?" She snickered. Her body moved against his and, through her coat, he felt her hardness poke against his own. A familiar, cinnamon-like odour quaffed. "I would like to have you right here, right now." He gulped and stammered, "Ok." Is that all he could come up with? Just a lame ok? But his body suddenly surged and he became instantly hard. "What if someone comes in?" "They can join us. Shhh…" She lead him off the dias down to a long, low cushioned seat. He sat facing her and waited, not knowing whether to act submissive or just polite or even take the initiative or run. Smiling, she slowly unbuttoned her coat to reveal her gorgeous near-naked upper body: ripe breasts, hour-glass waist, hips and thighs tight. She pulled open the coat to reveal long muscular legs. Right at her juncture, dominating everything, her hard penis stood tall and proud and aimed right at him. "Oh!" he gasped. "Don't you ever go soft?" "What would be the fun in that?" With her arms akimbo, the coat became a dark cape as if she was a nude super-hero who only wore slick boots. She bent and tenderly guided his hands to her large, firm orbs. Her erect nipples invited play: she shivered when he palmed them. "Pleasure me, please. Get me going." She stepped up and thrust at his face. He leaned forward and began slowly stroking up and down that turgid pole using both hands as well as lips and tongue. It felt warm and solid. "Oh, that is lovely. You'll have me off in no time. Yes ... just like that but harder now." This woman obliterated his standards and altered his view of sexuality. Never before had he felt like making love to a man's cock. But now, it was the only thing he wanted to do. And it was not a man's penis but a woman's, a strong determined sexually demanding woman. He ran his teeth along her sensitive head. "Oh, yes..." and, placing his lips on the tip, he teasingly tongued the foreskin back to expose her swollen gem. "Mmmm... " Withdrawing his mouth, he carefully rubbed his curved palm over his prize as if polishing. "Ahhh... " Her rubbery penis grew extremely solid and pointed at the stars as if ready to launch. Her glans stretched tight and slick. All his doing! Completely uninhibited now, leaning forward, he looked directly at her happy eyes and grinned with naughty expression. He flicked the tip of her cock rapidly with his tongue's wet tip and she giggled. Without relinquishing eye contract, he crouched forward, cupped her swelling balls gently and slowly licked back up along her shaft. When he reached the top, he tried to smile with his eyes and the corners of his mouth. Clasping the base again, he took the whole length to the back of his throat, as far as he could manage ... and almost gagged. Clearly, deep throat technique required practice and perhaps a special person, not him. Instead, he sucked harder just as he would have liked. Attitude, he thought, is so important here. For her. She gasped again, closed her eyes and groaned, "Oh my." Stars swam over his moving hand and her delicious, trembling body. He pressed her glans to the top of his mouth and moved his head using only his neck. His palm slipped and his finger found her anus. It was open. She jumped when his middle finger touched the sensitive ring. He pressed. "Mmmm, yes." She clenched her buttocks and clamped her anal passage on his two probing fingers. "Oh yeah." He probed, found that smooth spot, and fast rubbed his fingers inside her. "Oh yeah." His head and other hand moved quickly. "Oh yeah!" She panted and thrust into his eager mouth with short, excited jabs. When he felt her clench again, he eased off. He smacked his lips, looked into her eyes, grinned and tightly gripped her rigid pole. "Come on!" she shouted. "Stop teasing and fuckin' finish me!" Her shadowy face looked down over her swollen breasts and her fingers dug urgently into his hair. She pulled his head back toward her waiting upthrust cock. He knew this urgency well: foreplay was not on his own erection's personal agenda either. His body chanted fuck, fuck, fuck, come, come, come, a constant powerful message. He wanted to please this woman, too, so he resumed rubbing her erection. "Are you going to come for me?" he asked. "Fuckin' oath, you have to ask?!" "Let's see it then." She stabbed back into his mouth and he sucked and stroked faster. Impatient, she took hold of his ears and began to push and pull his head. Her cock bashed the back of his throat causing him to cough. Trying to swallow it helped. As she drove on, his fingers crept into her anal crack again. She clenched and yelled, jumped, yelled again, and suddenly exploded. As her rear clenched hard on his fingers, he felt her cock begin to pump, an astonishingly lovely feeling, perversely enchanting. His mouth suddenly filled with multiple shots of salty thickness. He clamped lips tight and tried unsuccessfully not to gag. He spluttered, unable to swallow. Precious fluid escaped. She pulled back while still ejaculating. Thick gooey ropes coated his nose and cheeks. In triumph, she yelled to the stars above, "Fucking yes!" Quickly, he gulped the last bit with as much noise as possible. He pulled back, gazed up for approval and licked his lips. Salty, tangy, sour, not like lemons or oranges, but it was not awful. He stroked her cock gently and, retaining eye contact, used the tip of his tongue to carefully lick off the remainder in the exact manner he wished might be done to himself. When he finished, he said politely, "Thank you." Persephone roared, "More!" Unflagging, she roughly pulled him up and spun him around. After tugging his pants down, she shoved him over the seat. She roughly pulled his pants off, gasped his hips, and shoved herself deep into his yielding body. With amazement, his anus automatically opened for her invasion. The thick unstoppable bare slug filled his body and soul again, stretched him in an amazing painless manner. He felt her slide deep inside, back almost out then in again. A glorious, enchanting erotic feeling, a feeling he was unable to describe properly. He felt every centimetre of her raging cock slide along his tight anal passage. Uninhibited, she fucked his arse with hard long strokes, on and on, minute after minute, deeply panting, even telling him what a fucking little slut he had become and how great he took her. Body slapping sounds filled the echoing chamber while silent starmotes swarmed. She slammed against him with increasing tempo and power, and he began to move back against her. Spurred by her relentless sexual friction, his own cock stuck out stiff and bloated. While they fucked, his feelings quickly climbed the orgasmic ladder. Whatever she did inside his body worked well. His entire body began to spasm. As he started to shoot she shouted, "I'm fucking cumming!" She slammed into him and fired a second strong volley. Shot after hot shot smashed inside him, causing his own shots to renew. The powerful combined sensations obliterated his senses. All he could feel was her cock blasting inside, and his own loving reply, both at the same moment, together. For an age, he felt they connected as one, a mutual pleasure pair, unable to stop, unwilling to end. But when their joint spasms began to subside, winded, she breathed, "Oh wow. That was so fucking good! I just could not hold back. You're hired!" She pulled back. He stood and turned to face her smiling face. Grinning, he knelt and kissed another drop from the eye of her penis. "Thought I already was." "Bonus hired. Double duty." "Very expensive overtime," he laughed. Standing, he grasped her shoulders and kissed her. She leaned into the kiss, unperturbed by the taste. She licked and kissed sticky goo off his cheek then neck, pressed her still-rigid cock between his legs and kissed him again, this time almost romantically. He smiled, "That is the first time I have ever made a, uh, male come that way, with my mouth. How was it?" "You don't know? You've sucked men before. I saw you!" "I was ordered to only get them hard, not off, and they did not come in my mouth. You didn't either." "Isn't it great?" Nodding, "I have to say, it was an unexpected thrill." "Did you like it?" "Yes. Yes, I did." "Well, you're bloody good at it, let me tell you, and you can do it again in future." "Thank you. I enjoyed giving you that." In fact, he was genuinely surprised that the experience had indeed been astonishingly delightful. He never thought he could be that loving toward another's penis, nor for that matter, it could turn himself on so much. Especially when he was able to make such a strong reaction. Her expression changed. Lips suddenly tightened. "Not enough. Have to fuck you now." Hands on his shoulders, she urgently pushed him down. They slid onto the carpet. He gloried at her silhouette as she hovered over his prone body for a moment. Her knees parted his and she descended into him, thrusting hard. Crying out, he pressed his knees against her waist, and in joy wrapped his legs and arms around her hunching body. The magnificent woman speared him again, thrusting hard and fast, over and over, on and on. Spurred by her exuberance, he dug his heels into her buttocks and pushed up against her. Together they fucked hard and fast, riding physical passion, racing upwards, spiralling toward the spinning stars, gasping, crying out when they both exploded. Her pumping cock, that was all he could feel, as she filled him again. Her cock and her strength and how deep she had penetrated. She suddenly yelled so loud his ears hurt. His Mistress had taught him this: loud yells and screams further enhanced the powerful feelings. Undaunted, she resumed her frantic fucking while kissing him deeply. But she soon slowed, raised her body and smiled down at his panting face. "I could keep doing this all night here, but I have another idea." She stood, held out her hand and helped him stand before her. She leaned forward and licked more of her juices off his face. "Can't have you going out in public looking like you've been the slut at the centre of a gangbang." "I did that with you," he laughed. "I think it is so ballsy you're like this under that coat," he said. She laughed. "Clothes and I are not the best of friends. I only wear what I have to when I have to." "No bra even?" She shook her head, thick hair flicked. "They're constricting but sometimes a necessary evil." "Even when you're lecturing?" "Okay, I do wear clothes then. But I love to smirk at the hard-ons I make when I'm wearing short shorts, no bra and a low-cut clinging top." He gazed at her gravity-defying, apparently always braless breasts. He cupped the lovely handfuls, swirled the nipples with his flat palms. She dimpled, kissed his nose. "I love boobs, too, and pussy." "I remember," he said softly, lovingly. She kissed him again. "This has been a dream come true for me. Thank you, kind sir, I am in your debt. Whatever fantasy you would like I shall grant thee." She giggled. "No matter how filthy!" "I have some naughty ones." "The naughtier, the better," she laughed. "I would love to take you to Lizzie Arnold's grave, but how about we go fuck on my office desk?" He thought: The woman is certainly straight up. "You can still do that?" he said. "You know I can keep going. Once is never enough." "Three times already." "Each time just makes me want it even more. I hate stopping until I am exhausted." "Never done that myself at work, in the office." "I gave you a blowjob." "I mean fuck." "Come on. You'll love it." Mike's pocket phone bleeped. Holding up a finger, he dug into his pants, pulled out the phone and answered the call. "My pet," the voice on the phone snapped. "Mistress requires your presence." "Right now?" he blurted. His mouth dropped slightly, eyes searched Persephone's. Hers laughed. "You know our arrangement. Whatever you're doing, whoever you are with, wherever you are, stop trying to get into her pants and come to me at once. You are my sex slave and I have needs." He felt the blood run from his face as a nasty sense of guilt blossomed. "Go to her," Persephone mouthed, voiceless. "Mistress, I am on my way." He thumbed the phone off. "How would she know we've just done this?" Guilt exploded. He suppressed a shudder. Pesephone's tender fingertips slipped along his cheek. "She doesn't. She likes to imagine your situation. It's alright, love. I understand. Pity, as I see you've sprung up hard as a rock. She and I both do that to you, don't we? Don't feel bad, you have done nothing wrong and you won't need to tell her. Pull your pants back on and go." She reached down, briefly fingered the aching knob. He thought of taking this wonderful woman and giving her the same love as she had just gifted him. "Two of us in one day. Cool. Have fun with her." "I'm sorry. We shouldn't have done this." "Bullshit. Go, my love. I'll see you later. And stop worrying!" "You will be alright? I know you can do more." "No worries. I'm sure I can find someone and continue." Her words speared his soul. Someone else? But he understood her enormous desires, her sexual appetite that knew no limits. How could he possibly even consider he might be the only one. She hopped onto the dais, adjusted a control. Stars faded, uplights brightened the dome. The metal monster returned to hibernation. Just before the doors closed, framed by the open black leather coat, he glimpsed her beaming face, magnificent body, and upright powerful cock. ### Author's note: Persephone Jones and Mike were introduced in the stories "The Girls Come Out to Play" and "Gangbang His Virgin Arse", originally released on asstr in 2012 then in the ebook "Mistress J's Playthings" published later by Chimera Books under one of my pseudonyms, Athena Morgan. This modified scene is from the unpublished, much longer, fifth novella "Persephone's Secrets". 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An Intimate Moment by Hozzel They spy each other across the noisy, crowded room. She turns away briefly then shyly looks back. So different! Tall, broad shoulders and narrow hips, hands with thick fingers; oddly dressed, skin far darker than any she has ever seen before. And wait, there appear to be no breasts, or possibly they are so small as to not protrude. Alone in the corner of the crowded pub, clearly out of place, a stranger in a strange world, nervously fingering a blue and yellow striped drink. This person must be alien. Yes, that's it, from the visiting starship. Perfect! There. There's an awkward smile and a shy look away. She dimples and tips her head, exposing long her pale neck. Her hand touches her throat. She leaves the bar and weaves through the gaily and scantily dressed crowd. In moments she stands before, ah, him. Him! Yes, that's it. This offworlder must be male. Pronouns change. Taller than herself, she scents an aura of something ancient and unknown. His network signature is completely silent and he smells odd, but not unpleasant. Her imagination fires: she has encountered his kind before but no one not quite like him either. Mysterious lust stirs within her. His kind is her secret perverted heart's desire. Murmurs nearby dissipate. From a quick gaeanet query she knows they find him distasteful, and several ask why she even has an interest. Has she no shame? Indeed, a few admonish her for her sinful thoughts and feelings. Perverted scum! She ignores their requests and judgements. He is here! But why? Why this place in particular? She had heard crew were not permitted on her world – perfectly acceptable as far as the loose administration is concerned. The crew might find her beautiful, unique type of human as offensive as most of her kind found them. How did he get here? He is not offensive to her whatsoever. He is beautiful, and beauty is alluring. Indeed, the attraction within her is strong. His shy smile distracts her. Her leg deliberately moves toward him and her ankle-length jacket opens to reveal black stretched microskirt and slick knee-length striped boots. She hopes her exposed pale legs between boottop and hem excite him. She places a hand on her arched hip, elbow bent, and further widens her jacket. She sees him nervously glance at her loose blousette, its deep V-front is open wide down to her navel. He spies her half exposed breasts. Yes! His eyes widen, his smile twitches then the faint lines around his eyes crinkle in slight mirth. Beneath his own short jacket, he wears a chameleon shirt that is now hued dark blood red, shot with changing streaks of other colours. Curiosity? Sex? His intelligent blue eyes travel down again then back up. His grin widens, accepting, warm, inviting, clearly pleased. Her own dark eyes stare into his and, in that magical moment, she feels his soul. It invites, calls to her own, delicious, enticing, welcoming but also somewhat troubled and turbulent. But his round face is kind. She realizes he is quite young. She blinks, briefly touches his unusually flat chest, purses her thin lips. He says something but she cannot hear due to the thundering music and constant voices. Scantly brushing his inner thigh, her arm hooks his. She leads him quietly through the noise toward the exit. Feminine bodies, lurid and bright colours, intricate patterns assault them. Undulating dancers part briefly. Painted faces slip, look, stare. Some glare but here, there, she sees interest, curiosity, once abject lust. She is pinged many times but chooses to ignore the invitations. They escape the throng. The night street blazes with rushing vehicles trumpeting between tall buildings. Huge colourful holos and signs advertise and allure. Moving images, 3D virtuals, explosive advertising puffscents abound. The warm wind whips their coats, sends ripples along the wet walkway. She mentally casts through gaeanet to her family, informing them of her interest and intent, then organizes a location. She leans and says to him. "I've arranged a room close by." "Great." He a deep voice with a strange accent. "Where are we going? Will it be fun?" She pats his hand. "Very fun. Let's go." She places one foot carefully before the other as they quick step. His thoughts are hidden but she imagines him thinking: Where have you been all my life? My god, I'm so hard! Should I be doing this? And she herself thinks: He's just perfect. I cannot help myself. I have yearned for this my entire life. My body is stimulated, profoundly ready. But I must be cautious. I cannot scare him away. Her coat flaps, billows her top open, exposes her bare breasts to his glimpse. He sees her nipples hard with anticipation and looks away. It is okay, what is the problem? Oh, a nudity [banned word]? Smiling, not understanding his obvious embarrassment, she hesitates before shrugging the coat closed. The nearby hotel's transparent lift silently rises. She presses against him, squeezes her thighs around one of his thick legs, snuggles her head. Her breath catches his ear, her tongue flicks, she hums. He squirms and breathes. Her hand reaches down but too soon the lift stops. Down the hallway, her fingers tap the lock and the wall dissolves into a dark archway. Even before it fades back to wall, she pins him to the wall inside the room with her hands on his shoulders; her body slides and grinds on his. She laughs, teeth glowing as the lightstrip around the edge of the ceiling automatically flickers on. Their breaths are already heavy, urgent. He grunts as she presses him against the wall. Her lips brush his. She pushes a knee between his legs, urgent pressure on his crotch. Yes, she feels it, different, bulgy, strange, horribly unusual yet strongly alluring. The reason for all this, in fact. She grins widely as she feels his extreme engorgement roll against her stomach. Heat flushes through her tall, thin body. They kiss. Lips explore lips, tongues lovingly caress each other, breaths inhale and gasp. She feels his strong hands roam her back. She parts her coat and allows him to gently widen her top. He smiles and his fingers slide on her bare skin. She shrugs; her coat and blousette slip down, off. Her breasts are fully exposed, puffed, obviously in need. She squirms. Her body trembles in delightful sparklettes just from the kissing alone and the feel of his inquisitive hands. "Stay," she whispers. She lightly kisses his throat. Her fingers trace a line down his chest and his shirt automatically parts. His belt unsnaps at her touch. Bending her knees, her tongue touches the edge of her mouth as her hands fumble on his pants. Looking up to his eyes, grinning with naughty promise, she drops his trousers and playfully sniggers as his swollen member flops out then up. Her mouth opens. She hesitates. His unusual penis is thicker than the countless others of her kind which she has enjoyed, and skin covers the end. It stiffens further as she touches it with her left fingers. Thin fuzzy hair sprouts just above the base. How strange, she thinks. She regards it all thoughtfully, considers what she's about to do, the enormous step she's about to take. Deciding, she parts her blue painted lips. He quivers. His rod curves upwards. His hands slap the wall. "Wha –" Her own body shakes again as she uses her tongue to gently roll his foreskin back, exposing an enlarged purple crown. She nuzzles the round head, and holding the stem between straight fingers, gently blows on it. Against her cheek it feels oh so heavenly, engorged, hot. She kisses it, glides her lips around the smooth head, feels him jerk and jerk again. She giggles then takes the length of him slowly further into her mouth. She rubs the head on the roof, he squirms and gasps as she suddenly sucks hard. So wonderful! Her tongue lashes him and he groans more. Her head bobs as she alternates between sucking and licking. Her noises, his heavy breathing and the outside gusts shuddering the window are the only sounds. The crown is so different from the rest, and, removing him from her mouth, she sees veins along the fat stem. Her gaeanet query informs her this was once normal among the original settlers, before the Great Change. His hands find her short inkblack hair, fingers run lovingly through it. His breathing labours. Her round breasts heave with each of her strong breaths, and she can feel her excited body react to his alien smell, his strange taste, his thick fullness, his being, and what she is doing to him. Down below, right there, she is wet. His open shirt now glows a solid bright red. His skin is smooth and dark, festooned with soft hairs. He has no breasts and his areola and nipples are tiny. She touches one and he jumps. She fastens her mouth back on the rubbery pole, sucks and licks at the same time. "Oh!" he suddenly exclaims. "That's…" His fingers spread wide as his hands curl through her hair: short on one side and the back, straight and pointed long, down the right side of her face, an ancient asymmetrical style, evocative toward rude. Her tension builds; his body shakes, her head moves back and forth. "Um, not yet. Not yet! No!" But it is too late. "Aaag," he chokes. His body tenses, muscles clench. His cock pulses. She squeezes and sucks very hard as he jets multiple times. Gagging briefly, she jerks her head back. It tastes salty, not sweet. But never mind, good manners require taking his gift properly. "Oh my!" she suddenly cries, startled. Her own body and voice react forcefully. Never before has she ever had an orgasm by simply giving fellatio. She pulls back, grips his pulsating cock tightly in a vain attempt to curb his diminishing flow. But she cries out, "Ohf!" releases him, allowing drops to splatter her neck and chest. His cock jerks in her hand, jerks again, and again. She returns, delights in her accomplishment, squeezes him hard once more, denying his release while she rubs the fluid on her pale skin and over her breasts. She looks up at him, her lower lip beneath upper teeth like a naughty young one. Delighted, she releases her grasp and his final squirt lands on her cheek. With her right finger she pops it into her mouth. She barely suppresses a giggle. She licks him again then rises to her full height, her head even with his own. Her mouth seeks his again and they kiss hungrily. She pushes his shirt off his shoulders and rubs her stiff nipples against his bare chest. Her breathing is almost as heavy as his. Her blood feels as if it boils. She is ready, needy, urgent. She rolls her skirt to her waist, parts slender legs, raises on toes, presses his cock to the right place between. He gasps, his eyes widen. She is bare beneath her skirt, which she guesses he did not realize. Gently, she finds the right spot, briefly rubs herself on him, and then, grasping firmly, she inserts him, holding him teasingly just inside while she savours the carnal feeling. He thrusts suddenly and, with a sigh of satisfaction, she feels him slide in all the way. Clamping him with her inner muscles and thighs, she shoves him hard against the wall – he groans and closes his eyes – and she kisses him again, brushing her tongue across his. She grips his arms, pins herself against him. Her hips move and she fucks him with a strength and power belied by her thin shape. She feels his length slide in and out with each of her thrusts. He returns her movements, tries to push her, take control, but each time she thuds him back against the wall, refusing his dominance. They play this game for minutes. Her thoughts flash as the warmth rises from her hard bud while it waits for release. She kisses him again and continues kissing, minute after minute, slap after loud belly slap, muffled moan after moan, until, without warning, he twists and cries out once more. She feels his cock jump. She has timed herself perfectly: her head throws back and she cannot help but shout as her own second and far more powerful orgasm quakes. When a mere breathless minute has passed, when they are panting and glowing and she is smiling wide and he is stunned but still coupled inside her, she takes his head between her palms, kisses him again, and says softly into his ear, "I love you." She leans back, holds him with straight arms, stares at his strange face. His dark brown eyes look as human as her green. He is not alien: merely ancient. The desire to push into him grows within her; her bud strains for release. "Come," she breathes. "My turn." His look questions but they part and stumble. On her mental command a large bed morphs from the floor, made and ready, covered in soft dark velvet. Warm, inviting. She pushes: he bounces onto his back. She quickly removes the remainder of her clothes then crawls next to him. She kisses him. His eyes dart from her face to her breasts and then back to her face, seemingly not knowing where to focus. He reaches, cups a breast, lifts it, explores its shape and pointed tip. She smiles, amused at his nervousness and shudders at the snapping sensations. Sucking in her lower lip and pulling away, she eagerly pulls the rest of his clothes off. His body is so unusual! He is bulkier, muscles and veins show readily. Her fingers trace. There are no rounded, protruded breasts. Nis nipples and areolas are tiny and pink. His arms, chest, legs and groin sprout thin hairs, his hips are narrow, shoulders broad. His cock, now flaccid, is not retracted. Below, his testicles (she recalls the old term) are nestled between his thighs, little fleshy bulges, containers of holy genetic fluid, incompatible with hers. Of a vaginal slit, not a sign. His legs are thick and muscled as well. She bends, sucks a nipple. "Ouch." She looks at him. "Is this alright?" He nods, thankful that gesture is universal, thankful their language similar enough. She touches his limp penis and says, "Can you pump it up? Can we continue?" He chuckles. "Have to wait to recharge." "Really?" His accent is beautiful. She sends an excited message through the gaeanet to her cluster family and then through a secure, restricted node to a few special friends, those who, like her, defy convention and common wisdom and yearn to meet one such as she just has, a man from the stars. She gloats as one immediate reply gleans of jealousy. Several warn but are thrilled at the same time. Members of her cluster approve what they have witnessed and felt so far, surprised he has not been like the predicted monster. She regards his penis, amazed and disappointed he does not stay hard. She kisses down his stomach, pops his cock into her mouth, sucks until she is disappointed then she rolls onto her back, arms open, legs bent and apart. She instructs the gaeanet to record this encounter and pass it on to her cluster and those special, sinful friends. Thankful replies flutter. "Me, please," she says to her starman, "make me filthy hard." He looks at her quizzically, tips his head, then turns and touches her breast. Her dark nipple crinkles. He stretches, tentatively licks then sucks it. She shivers. "Oh, that's wonderful." "It is?" "Mmmm..." His hand settles on her leg then her hairless mound. His finger digs, locates her vagina and presses in, searches, finds a spot and rubs as he continues to suck her nipple. She coos and arches her back. He works his way down her smooth body until his mouth is where his dark hand explores. Slowly he uses his tongue. From the hesitant way he moves, she realizes he is clearly an inexperienced lover. How have his people even survived? When his tongue brushes it, she feels her bud pop through. "Hey," he mutters, startled. He bends, kisses it, sucks then jerks back, sits straight up. "That's –" Her bud expands, inflates, elongates, becomes thicker, longer, grows and grows. It is as long and thick as his had been but the entire surface is glans: purple, smooth, incredibly sensitive. Fully inflated, it is very hard indeed. Increasing moisture dots its entire surface, self-lubricating, ready for insertion. He stares sharply. Knuckles touch his lips, jaw flexes. "Um, wow. What's that!" She feels his shock. "You didn't know?" she says, surprised. "No one told you?" He shakes his head. "Come on," she says gently. "It's fine. Suck me. It'll be good, I promise." He blinks and says, "Are you a freak of some kind?" Anger flashes through her for a moment but messages of love and encouragement, visions of sex with clustermates and others sooth understanding. He doesn't know. How could he? "No, this is how all of us are here. This is normal. You're ... different. Please. Suck me." "I –" he leans back "– all right, I guess." His mouth surrounds her exposed cock. He hesitates then clamps down and draws a breath. Making a face, he pulls back, blinks. "Go ahead, you can touch it. It'll feel good. I promise." His fingers slide along the length; she shivers. "That's awfully nice." He looks at her, smiles. "You taste ... different. Sweet, sugary." "Yes." "Not like me." "No. Continue, please." He tries other things and, pleased, he returns his mouth to her cock, holds himself there, swirls his tongue on her, flicks the tip then sucks. "Oh, that is so nice. More." She closes her eyes, balls her fists, feels his passion and awkward interest. He continues to suck and lick, suck and lick. She becomes more firm as his confidence grows. "That's it. Yes! Yes!" Her feelings build quickly again and minutes later she cries out once more. His head snaps back as she spurts five shots onto his face. Immediately, caringly, she sits up and licks her fluid gift. "Now, I would like to top you," she says. "You want to fuck again? But I'm not hard." She laughs. "But I am!" She leans down, looks at his rear, probes with her hand. "Where's your slit? I can top you!" "I – " He hesitates, pulls back. "I – don't have one like you. I'm a male. What are you?" "You don't? Oh." She frowns but her feelings for him are strong. "I, uh, can still top you. In your ass. Perfectly normal. Can we, please?" His face works strangely as he imagines and considers. She touches his leg. She is perplexed but she thinks she understands. She queries and learns that, perhaps in his culture, analsex may be considered a sin instead of normal. How barbaric! she thinks. Sins are to be conquered and tamed, pleasure and kindness rewarded. "I don't know," he says. "Look, I've never done it that way. Not that I'm opposed to it or anything. There are guys on the ship who do – some women, too, I've heard – but, I didn't expect what you are... I didn't know. I thought you were all women here. Maybe that's why they told us not to come down. Told us you hated men. I assumed you reproduced artificially but now ..." "What am I, do you think?" She hugs her knees, feels her strong erection between her legs, watches his face intently. "I don't know!" He looks away, embarrassed at his ignorance. "Um, are you a woman or a man?" She laughs. "Oh, I see! The ancients, yes, two sexes, like animals. That's what it is! Well, I am both, we are both, and we call ourselves people, girls, women sometimes. Men is a generic term but I've never heard anyone called a male or a 'man'. We're both genders. We're just us as we are, how we were originally made. Anyway ..." She deeply dimples again, lowers her legs, reaches for him. He says, "Hermaphrodites." His finger swirls on her erect post. She laughs again and nods. "My goodness, you really don't know, do you?" She shakes her head, "A thousand years ago Alice Hollaway made us like this. Her vision shaped us into a society that has been at peace all that time. All of us are both sexes and we enjoy either top or bottom roles." She laughs. "Or any role!" Laughs again. "Sex is so important! Is it not so with you on the ship?" She playfully pokes him, pauses, then continues, "We are here to make others happy. That's one of the edicts, a law Alice gave us, and she designed our brains and our bodies to do that. Sex is central to everything we do. I understand it isn't so on other worlds." He places a hand on her leg, runs fingertips along. She feels the tingles, her cock flexes, wanton and eager. "No, it isn't. On every planet I've seen, there've been men and women, two sexes, even if they've been adapted or evolved or changed their bodies to some other form. They told us this planet was strange, that we would not be welcome. But I'd heard stories, about parties and things, orgies, free sex and I, well, I just had to find out." "How did you arrive? Wouldn't they have checked the shuttle?" "Teleport," he says. "I stowed away in a container." He looks at the top of his left hand, at a faint abstract outline. "I deactivated the com so they can't trace me. My dad would be furious." "Your ... dad?" "Um, male mother." "Oh, father." "Brother of the captain." Her mouth opens, closes. She did not realize her man from the stars was related to the captaincy. Starship royalty. He says, "People have to be genetically modified to live on many planets, probably most. The metallicy here, for example, is higher than Earth-norm. The carbon dioxide level is a tad high, too, but bearable. Solar luminosity slightly less, redder. I can't stay here for very long unless I have supplements and other things. And your 21 hour day would screw with my circadian cycle although I could eventually adapt to that." He snorts. "No wonder they didn't want us to come down. Do you always have sex this easily with strangers?" "Strangers?" she says. "Everyone here is connected. Except you. And, yes, why not?" "If you have sex this easily with strangers, they'd have a fit. On the ship, that is." "Easily?" she says. "Sex is what binds society together. We greet with sex, we play, we learn, we feel. We love each other." "So most of those people in the pub ..." "I expect so, probably. Why not? Why do I sense there is something wrong." She reaches, touches his leg. "How do you deal with fights? What happens when someone gets out of line?" "Oh, that. Well, we fuck them, make sure they know they're cared for and have nothing to fear. Gaeanet may intervene. Or a cluster gangs up on them, has them over for a party." She sighs. Information intrudes. "Ah. I believe our body chemistry is different to yours. Makes us more cooperative, peaceful while still very sexual." "Well, that's certainly different than on Earth." She sits up, excited. Her hands flutter. "Earth? Are you from Earth?" "No, no, I was born on the ship, but I can trace my ancestry back to there. A place called New Zealand, I think, and before that Africa. Our webship first left from Earth's system two thousand years ago and everyone on board is humanstandard. We do not modify much." "Wow, that's amazing. You don't even have net implants, do you?" He looks quizzically at her, shakes his head. "Whatever that is." She slides next to him, places her arm around him, looks into his eyes, sucks in her lower lip. "You poor ... man. That's why I can't read you," she says. "Everyone here has them. We have complete empathy for each other's feelings." "You do? You can read each other's minds?" She laughs. "Of course not. They only hear what I choose to send. Anyway," she continues, "I am basically a girl, I guess you would say. I've never had children and I don't know if I ever will. But I can make them, too, if I so choose. We all can." He blinks. She touches his arm. "I think it's alright. I'm currently sterile, I can't get pregnant. I doubt your DNA would mix with mine anyway and I've had all my meds." He lets out a breath. "Mednanos, I gather. That's good to hear. You know, I saw children at the zoo." She kisses his shoulder. "They were happy. And all the adults were mothers. In fact, everyone I've seen looks female. I wasn't sure what to think. I must've really stuck out." "I know, I heard about you." "You did?" "Yes." "So it wasn't a coincidence you were at that pub?" She dimpled. "Not really." "We were told this was a planet of women and men're locked up somewhere as slaves. That's why they didn't want me to go down. Said I'd be captured. Is that true?" She laughs. He just looked at her. "Oh. Really, that's just silly. Why would they want to stop you from knowing the truth? People don't get locked up. Oh, wait ..." Her body snuggles into his, she gently takes hold of his cock. He shrugs, reaches, touches her breast then erection, slides his fingers along its length. "Well," she says, "what you have captured is my heart." "Really?" "Oh yes." She kisses him then asks, "What about the zoo?" "Yes. I try to do that when planetside. Zoos are a good way to quickly learn a lot about a world. On the ship, when I'm not doing propulsion, one of my other duties is to look after the farm. Everyone does that at one time or another. Your zoo isn't very large. But, your creatures, your plants, they're as interesting and varied as any anywhere. I particularly liked the Loraz." She smiles. "Yes, they're very beautiful. They make nice pets, too, unless they're in season in which case they have to be dealt with." "Dealt with?" She nods. "A Loraz in heat requires constant sex. We take turns but I once topped a Loraz ten times in a row. And we don't keep that many native animals in the zoo. Most of the animals outside are dangerous." "Ah," he says, "that's why your three cities are surrounded by walls. And I thought it was to keep the men out!" They laugh and she shoves him. She tickles him – his legs bend – her head lays on his shoulder. She gently strokes his leg, his torso, touches his penis from time to time. Her own remains hard, ready. Her body is still pumped, primed, eager. Voices from the net whisper encouragement into her mind, and curiosity, desire to feel what she feels, taste what she tastes, hear what she hears, view what she sees. The perverse yearn for more. The normal advise caution but accept her love. She whispers, "Why can't you keep topping?" He pats her hand. "I have to recharge. Don't you have to do that after you, uh, come? It was amazing that I went twice in a row with you. If you keep up what you're doing, though, I might be, uh, ready soon." "It just seems strange that you have to wait." She strokes. "You can do it a lot?" "One day I came over a hundred times. It doesn't matter, though, it's the feelings that count and the pleasure and happiness we can give each other moment by moment." He looks stunned, clearly in awe. "A ... hundred ... times ..." And in that she had an inkling why the ancients may have had so many conflicts, why they did not resolve problems or greet each other with sex as her people believed they should. She looks down shyly. "I can give to you, you can give to me. That's what it is all about. Humans were evolved for this." "They why do we fight?" "Faulty evolution, maybe. The Lahm make mistakes, too, and they're even more sexual than humans. We just needed a bit of help from Alice to sort things out." They both lay in silence. The window rattles as wind batters. "What is your name?" he asks. "Sanalita-manom-harl-kwinlin-Roberts." "Roberts?" he laughs. "Everyone calls me Lita. What's yours?" "Per –" She kisses him again. "– Perin." "Hmmm...Perin. That's nice. Any other parts?" "Perin Freeman." "Do you all look like this? On the ship?" "Male?" "No, silly. Your skin? Dark? Brown?" "Yes, petty much. Shades vary. People on other ships, other worlds vary, too." "Yes, I am aware of that. Some have gone pretty extreme." "They have." They cuddle for minutes, explore each other's bodies with their hands, lips, tongues. She touches him there and then there and he trembles. "What's it like in space?" "It's, uh, well, I don't know. How to I say it?" She touches him there again, smiles at his reaction. "What's it like? Tell me, please." "Nothing special. It's home. I have a flat and do my jobs and we all keep everything running. Captain Freeman is my uncle, my, um, father's brother. Yes? The ships ... do you know about gypsyships? No? It started as an asteroid, hollowed, layered, spun for gravity. Instead of hyperdrive, big exotic matter hoops warp space, create superspace, and we use subspace energy sails to catch the static surges. The warp negates relativity and inertia. Our power comes from –" Suddenly she kisses him again. "I love it that you're from space. I once topped a woman from another starship." "You did?" She snickers. "I'm drawn to starpeople. Most of us don't want to know – couldn't you tell in the pub? – but I do. There's a group of us. We keep in touch. You're all so exotic, so utterly fascinating. I bet you've seen plenty of planets." He smiles and nods. "I have. Many." "Tell me about them!" "Oh, well, there's so many. We've done some exploring, researched worlds swallowed by black holes, found a beautiful ringed H-world, with breathable air but the monsters that live on it were just too much." He frowns. "Worlds with life are so rare. The ancients used to think the Galaxy was full of life. Aliens everywhere." Her excitement mounts as he talks of yonder worlds. "Why would they think that?" she laughs. "I don't know. Because they didn't know any better. That's all. They hadn't gone out yet. It was not until humans had hyperdrive and then later superspace that we went out and explored and discovered how precious and rare life is, how few worlds there are on which we can walk in the dirt with our bare feet." He giggles. "And stand naked." She quivers in excitement. This is what she sought. Her man from the stars. His stories, his strangeness. She feels his heart, his soul and knows she has fallen in love. But was it trulove? "How old are you?" she asks. Her foot rubs his. "Um, twenty four." "Really? I'd've thought you much older." He sucks his lips. "Yes, and no. I was born twenty-four shipyears ago but I guess that'd be a hundred your time. Even with superspace, it takes years to span the void between systems – they're so far apart – and time on ship passes much more slowly than realspace, only days for me but years for you. And ... it's our life. We all have our places, do what we're instructed. That's the way it is. We travel from system to system, trading, moving people, things, learning. It's what we do." Suddenly she rolls onto him, lays him back onto the bed. Giggling, she kisses him and their tongues search each other again. With her feet, she levers his legs apart. Beneath his 'balls' she presses her urgent cock, seeks his crease, his rear cleavage. "I really need to top you!" His eyes are wide, darting, questioning. "How do we do this? I've never –" "I'll show you." She scoots down and takes his cock into her eager mouth. Parting his legs wide, her right hand explores his buttocks while she sucks. She finds his anus, presses her longer finger on it. He gasps, "Oh my!" She smiles, lowers her face, opens him with her hands, tries to press her tongue into the sweet closed pucker. She just manages it. Her finger next, probes, works inside. Holding his knees up and wide, she moves her finger in and out, rubs the smooth spot just inside behind his penis. She can feel it swell. "I learned about this," she says, "this spot. We don't have it now –" He jerks suddenly. "What the fuck are you doing?" "– but I guess you do." His cock begins to renew and strengthen. She continues stroking, rubbing, stimulating. He tenses, shakes, gurgles, then cries out as something strong slashes through his body, an intense feeling like an orgasm, but not quite. She smiles, continues, and shortly another slashes through him. "I – I can't believe it. It's like I've cum, but I haven't and I can keep going." After several more she says, "How did that feel?" "Unbelievable," he replies, winded. "How did you do that?" "I found some old records." She sucks him briefly, then says, "I think you're ready now." Levering her body over his, she holds his legs up near his shoulders. Her hardness pokes at that special spot between his buttocks. He gasps as she enters. His mouth remains open, eyes wide. She slowly pushes herself into him, as deeply as possible, until she cannot press further. Hooking his legs over her shoulders, she holds herself up with straight arms, lowers her head and kisses shim. "How is that, my love?" "I ... it is ... very strange. I feel so full down there. I thought it'd hurt but it doesn't, I'm just filled. Not at all what I expected." She nuzzles his nose with hers. "That's how it should feel. Here, now, I'll just ..." She pulls her hips back, feels herself slide out then she presses back in, making sure she and he can savour every movement. His hands slip, hold her legs, feel her muscles work as her hips drive. "My starman, my love," she utters. Her head curls back, eyes closed and she begins fucking him. His hands reach around his legs, hold her driving hips. They fuck this way for glorious minutes, he utterly surprised at how great it feels. "Why?" he asks, staring in wonder at her happy face. "Why has this happened to us?" She does not stop her movements. "Because I wanted it to. Because you're from the stars. Because in my family ... oh!" He stops moving. "Your family? You're not single?" She hesitates then resumes. "Wait ... I'm almost there. Shhh..." She fucks harder, faster, feels the sensations and emotion wave through her, build and build until, with a small cry, finally, everything bursts forth. She fills him with many pulses, much longer than he has ever experienced himself, and then she collapses on top of him. But soon she sits back up, smiling, laughing. She withdraws from him. Her rich fluids leak. She sees he is now hard again. Pressing his legs down and straight, she straddles his hips and takes his glorious mancock within her once more. "You have a family? You're married?" he asks. Her throbbing cock bounces as she moves him back and forth, sliding his delicate hardness within her. "Of course. Our cluster is small, only twenty two of us. Oh, oh, I'm ... almost there again. It won't take ..." She pants with each hip thrust. Her swollen breasts heave between her arms, enlarged with her lust. Her body moves, his hips thrust up in tune with hers. Their movements are automatically synchronised. She sees his breathing quicken, feels his heart beat, his soul flash green then yellow then red with passion and lust and intense fire. She watches his face twist and shine as he climbs and climbs. She fucks him faster and harder until he finally crests. In her mind, through her net, members of her cluster family and members of her secret group feel her orgasms, her pleasure and lust. They resonate with her, join together, accept, and a few even come themselves. They understand her feelings for him, his warmth and humanity, the love she shares, her deep carnal desires as well as her intellectual ones. As he jams up into her, he shoots and gasps, wide eyed and open mouthed. At the same time, she clamps down on him and her own cock powers once again, spouts arcing, wetting his chest and their loins. Afterwards, they cuddle and he sleeps quickly. Her mind fathoms the family's net and she realizes that on the ship he does not receive this perfectly normal, human pleasure. Sex for his people must be something of which to be ashamed, instead of celebrated and revered, shared and worshiped. After much time her penis retracts, her legs and arms entwine with his. They breathe deeply together. Hours later, she wakens. Sunlight lances through the window, onto the bed. On their sides, they have become spooned, her ass touches his penis. She glories in the feel of his morning erection. She lifts her leg, finds him and pushes him back inside where he belongs. She snuggles into his body and pulls a strong arm around her. His wide hand encloses her breast. He massages it. "I love you," she says and moves her hips. He slides within her. He pushes back, but rolls them over so she is on her stomach, legs closed between his. She cannot hide her smile, her pleasure, her achievement. She knows little about him and yet, she knows they should share their life. Her body responds to his movements. His cock slides in and out, faster and harder. She feels his body, his muscles, his weight. She is bounced as he slammed into her. She greets the morning with a shout as he comes into her once more. Rolling over, clutching each other, she presses her own sudden erection between his legs, moves her hips, rubs. "I feel so complete with you! I've notified all my sisters and they're eager to meet you. They want you, too." He stares wide eyed. "They do?" "Yes. An ... an, orgy I think you call it. We shall greet you with sex, join you into our cluster, a fun orgy of love and panting. We are ready to accept you with open hearts, arms and legs." She laughs and tries to fuck her hardness into him. When she has managed to insert into his anus a small sound tinkles. Tiny, almost imperceptible. With a shocked expression, he leaps off the bed. "They found me! How? Did you tell anyone who I am?" "Just my family and those of us who enjoy sex with starpeople." "Oh, fuck. You know what's happened? Someone blabbed. They found me. See this?" He holds out his arm. The tattoo glows red. "They fuckin' tracked me down. I don't want to go! I love you, Lita!" She reaches. "Perin!" Another bleep. He steps, stumbles. A rainbow archway appears behind him and three dark objects with snaking metallic tentacles grasp his body and pull him through the rainbow. All in a second. The rainbow winks and he is gone. Smiling, feeling incredibly turned on, she grasps her aching solid cock and pumps vigorously. The encounter went well and she loved him as she should. Her friends in the underground cluster are elated. They tune into her, feel her rising crescendo, come with her when it breaks loud. They gasp relief with her coming. They live her feelings, understand her loss and theirs, and ready themselves for another day. "Come home," they ask and yearn. "Come home, Lita. We're here for you." XXX This short story was written April 2007 and originally released on asstr in a different form. I love to hear from readers and enjoy exchanging real life experiences and fantasies. Hozzel.

When it Raynes it Pours By Hozzel "Ben, Ben, you'll never guess what I did today!" Almost to his apartment, Ben Ramar was accosted yet again by Rainy Rayne. She darted across the street, dodging parked cars. One honked. He had almost made it to the worn steps when she scampered up and took hold of his arm. "I had four boys today! Four! It was great! I'd love to show you what we did." She hopped eagerly, tugged and almost pulled him over. Short, petite, today Rainy was barefoot and bare-legged beneath a black stretch mini. Only one button latched her light-blue denim jacket, just below her firm breasts. Her bleach-blonde hair, short on the sides and spiked on top, cascaded down her neck to the top of her back. Appearing to be a teenager, lines on her face and neck hinted her true age. "Rainy," Ben said, pulling his arm free, "I love your stories but I can't do anything with you. I'm married." He stepped up to the door, turned the rusty knob. "But, but –" she said, "– I know it'll be OK!" "Look," he turned to her. "I haven't the faintest idea why you'd be interested in someone like me. I'm an ordinary guy. I could stand to lose a bit of weight. I'm married and I'm maybe ten, fifteen years older than you." Rainy was always telling Ben who she had sex with, what they did, how it felt, and especially how much she wanted him. She was an enthusiastic, raging butterball of sex hormones that refused to stop. He just didn't get her. Sometimes he thought she was deranged or something but another part of him said she was simply a wild woman who had set her sights on him because he was unobtainable. He turned the doorknob again. It slid noisily in its collar. Rainy wuffed in right after him. "Rainy, please. Go." "Ben, she stays." What? Just inside, his wife Linda was tucked up on one of the big lounge chairs. She peeked above her glasses, set her black ebook reader down. Linda was so devastatingly beautiful Ben's heart ached when he gazed upon her: long black hair and green eyes, red lips, a voluptuous body with long legs to die between. But she had a stern attitude – no one messed with her – and he gave her as much of her way as possible. He even waited on her, did much of the cooking and cleaning. He pampered her and she just soaked up the attention. Unfortunately, despite his repeated loving attempts, they had not had any type of intimate activity in a long time. When he reached toward her, she was stone. When he said something nice, it bounced off her invisible force field. When he tried to gift her, she just silently accepted as if entitled. Still, however, he loved her and was not about to cheat on her, especially in front of her! So, now, he wondered, what the hell was up? Rainy squealed and jumped. "I really want to show you what I did with the boys today!" She tugged his arm again and hopped again. "No!" he said, shrugging her off. Rainy had never been this bold before. Their brief encounters had always occurred outside his flat. He felt extremely uncomfortable. His stomach was not in a good place. He said in a lower voice, "Are you crazy?" Linda stood, the chair creaked. As she strode across the carpet, her long legs swirled beneath a black and red velvet robe. From what he could see, she appeared to be naked beneath. That would be true Linda, too: 'Looketh but thou shalt never toucheth!' "Ben, I want you to fuck Rainy right here, right now." She pointed a tapered finger at him and narrowed her eyebrows. "Don't deny it, I know you've been secretly wanting to do that for a long time – " "No I haven't," he interjected. "– and I know she has it bad for you." Linda stood taller, placed fists on her hips, relaxed her face. "Heaven knows why. You're not exactly a great catch." She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed hard. He winced. With gritted teeth, she said, "You better fuck her well, too." She turned. "I'll watch." "See! I told you it was ok. You just gotta have faith!" Rainy stepped close again, pressed her tiny body against his. She reached down, her fingers encircled his cock through pleated trousers. Despite his best efforts, he had already responded. Rainy laughed, "Oh goody!" "Cooperate, Ben. Do her, right here, right now, right in front of me." He could not believe it! This was his wife? "But –" Linda squeezed his shoulder painfully again. "Ow, shit!" "Just do her, Ben. I'm going to enjoy watching." She turned, robe swirled again. Her throne creaked when she sat. Like the Queen, Linda motioned with her hand. "Continue." Rainy popped the button on her jacket and tossed it aside. Ben was amazed a woman with such a small frame could hold boobs that large. Big, round, firm, they quivered invitingly. Her small nipples crinkled, needing to be sucked, areolas large and brown. He could not take his eyes off them to look at the rest of her. She unzipped and dug her left hand into his pants and began to squeeze and rub his guilty hard-on. "Oh, bloody hell," he said. "You just can't do this." "Yes I can," she said softly as she knelt down. "You have to, your wife said." She smirked and fished out her prize. He squirmed. She squealed. "I've gone to heaven and hit the jackpot. I knew it! Linda, you were right. He's gorgeous!" She stared as if Ben's cock had hypnotized her. She paused, tipped her head, then knelt further down. Rainy ran her tongue up from the stem to the tip, smiling with laughing eyes. He became hardest within seconds, pointing straight up, the tip nearly touching his navel. "Hmmm…oh boy! You're hung like a horse! I know some guys who'd kill for one like this. I knew you'd be worth it." She stretched her little mouth wide and quickly engulfed him. Beneath his stunned gaze, her head bobbed. Her hand held the base and her other hand was also busy doing something nice with my balls. "Told you," he heard Linda say. Ben had to admit it felt good. Better than good, actually. Rainy was clearly accomplished and her tongue seemed to know the right spots to make him quiver and jerk despite being seen by his wife. The nerves simply enhanced the pleasure. Soon she pulled back and said, "I love this. Do you like it? How does that feel? I did this with the boys today. It's great!" And down again. And up again. She looked up him. "Does that feel good?" She licked him. "I love it! This is so great! I've been wanting to do this for so long." Down again. Gulp, gulp, lick, lick, suck, suck. She looked up with laughing eyes while she worked. Eventually she pulled back, took a deep breath causing those lovely orbs to rise. While she unbuckled his belt, she said, "I'm such a slut! And I love it!" From behind, Linda said, "You are indeed, Rainy. I've seen you. You're a bad little sluthoney, a real cumbucket." "Sure am!" Rainy laughed and dropped his pants. He gawked at Linda. "You saw it?" "Ben, don't you dare turn away! Make her feel great." Rainy looked up with her blue eyes while she sucked. He thought again, This could not possibly be happening! and My wife really is kinky. and Why didn't I know? Rainy went into overdrive for a minute, mouthing him quickly as if she could not get enough. She pumped his cock with her small jewelled fist and sucked at the same time. Perfect. His knob grew taught and deep purple. His body jerked and shuddered. It wouldn't take much. Shortly she withdrew and stood, unhooked her skirt. She was naked underneath, too. Her hips were narrow, bony and her legs trim; she had coloured her thin pubic hair bright green. Grasping his cock again, she went back to sucking with even further unbridled enthusiasm. Privately, Ben admitted there is no substitute for an exuberant woman. Why, oh why couldn't Linda be like that for him? "Ben!" his wife barked, "Clothes off!" Rainy took momentary breath. "This is great!" More sucking. Another breath, "You have to!" And another, "You are gunna come so fuckin' hard for me." He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it across the room – it landed on the sofa – as Rainy pushed his socks and shoes off. She stood, reached, encircled her arms around his neck. With a hop she jumped up as hard as she could. He caught her in time. Her little ass was poised above his throbing erection. She was so tiny and light he could have lifted her himself with no effort. "I'm ready," she breathed. "Put it in, put it in right now. Come on, come on." She squirmed and tried to lower herself onto him. He didn't think he could do it so he put her down onto her feet. Her small hands grasped his biceps and she looked up with big blue eyes, wondering, begging, almost pouting. He had not heard anything: Linda thumped him. He tripped, released Rainy, fell down onto the floor, rolled onto his back. His legs flailed. "Shit!" "Stay there!" she ordered. "On your back, you useless male slut. Rainy, fuck the life out of him." That was humiliating. Had his wife turned dominatrix? She hovered above like a giant statue, hands on hips, robe not quite reveleaing her naked beauty beneath. "Stop staring at me. Stare at her!" He did not feel as if he had a choice here. He was going to be raped by a pretty girl and brutally bossed about by his gorgeous, stern wife. As if she had read his mind, Rainy said, "You heard the mistress! I gotta do this." She jumped, legs wide across his hips, slapped her small hands on his chest, fingers spread. Grinning, eyes closed, head up, she lowered herself onto his thick cock. He didn't go in at first so she pushed and wriggled and pulled her lips apart until finally he popped in. He groaned. She yelped. She was also amazingly tight or he was too engorged. Rainy cheered and bounced until he was completely rooted inside her. Looking up, all he could see was her frizzed hair, big smile and those big boobs. Linda stood behind, staring down at them both. He reached for those orbs. "Yummy," she said. "Ooooh, yes, that feels wonderful! I have wanted to fuck you for such a fucking long time! Yeah, do that, do that." She moved forward and back in short sharp motions, rubbing her clitoris on his hairy pelvic bone. Her breasts flowed in his hands, a warm, delicious feeling. "Oh yeah, love it, love it. Um, this is so fucking good!" She started to pant with each fucking movement. "I'm gonna so come like mad. I did this – with some of the boys." She closed her eyes and groaned. "Oh yeah, oh yeah. Great!" Huff, huff, huff. "Help her out, fuck back!" Linda ordered. She disappeared and the chair creaked again. Ben half-heartedly moved his hips up and down. It would not have been difficult to throw Rainy off, she was so light, but he could not disappoint Linda and he still felt stunned. "Yes! That's it, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Rainy ground fast now. "Come on, go, go, ooooo, unnnng, uh uh uh uh." She suddenly threw up her head and yelled very loudly, "Yesssss!! That's it! Oh my fucking God! I'm coming!" She pumped her small body up and down as she shuddered. Ben could feel her internal muscles contract in orgasmic rhythm. "Wow, that was great!" she panted, "More ..." and she laid those magnificent breasts on him. Her hips moved again, forcing his engorged cock to slide in and out. He held her arms. "The boys did me doggy –" puff puff, " – and they got ... on top of me," more puffs, "and ... they fucked me and fucked me." She pulled at him, trying to roll them over but she was way too small. "Even ... in my ... ass. I came so much!" Linda said with a breathy voice, "Ben, you have to make her come again." He rolled them both over. Rainy's legs pressed against his hips. His feet were still pointed at Linda, so he had no idea what she was doing other than watching. But he heard her chair protest from time to time. He proceeded to fuck the small woman as ordered. "Harder. Really give it to me. Come on!" She fucked up at him as hard as she could, her hips slapping loudly. He grunted in time to his own thrusts. Her legs came around his body, her knees drew up and she pounded her heals into his heaving buttocks. "Go, go, that's it … keep doing that ... ung … uh … ugh! yes! … fuck me … great … great … oooh yes, ooooo!!!" And she wrenched her little bucking body with another orgasm. But he didn't come. He was still stunned by this situation and how fast it had happened. Here he was, having sex with a beautiful, fantastically horny woman right in front of his own wife, who demanded that he did what he was doing. He felt both degraded and ecstatic, guilty and lustful, humiliated and elated. The world had tipped to the side. Would he fall off? As if she, too, had read his mind, Linda called out, "Ben, I want to see you come! Keep that tight hairy ass moving!" He now panted himself as he fucked Rainy. Noisy minutes passed. Rainy had another orgasm, then, chest heaving, he rose off her. When he turned, he saw the shock of his life. Linda's robe was wide open. Her beautiful breasts were exposed, her stomach rippled, her legs spread wide, her hand vigorously frotted at her crotch. Her eyes were wide and stared. "Don't just stand there, fuck her and come! I have to see it." Yes, ma'am! he thought. Rainy scrambled up, still breathing heavily, those lovely large tits heaving. She sucked him again but it didn't last long before she spun around onto hands and knees facing away from Linda. She wiggled her arse at him. "Come on, doggy me! Woof!" He paused. A large red and orange fire breathing dragon tattoo covered Rainy's back. The tail snaked right down in between her round cheeks. She wriggled invitation again. He bent down behind her, grasped her hipbones, reinserted himself into her slick passage and started pummelling. He could not only fuck faster and harder this way but also use his arms and hands to move her body, too. "Oh yes!" cried Rainy, "That's it. Yeah, yeah, go for it. Fuck me. Fuck me faster, pump it into me, fuck that prick, come on, go! Do it, yeah, fuck my cunt. I love it! This is great!" He couldn't miss it when she came. He held still as she emitted a long, rolling "Aaaaaaaaaa" sound. When she finished, she pushed back at him. "More, for fuck's sake! More!" It took less than a minute before the next orgasm swamped her. Suddenly, from behind, Ben heard a familiar gasp and moan. He twisted his head while still slapping furiously into Rainy and saw Linda's body contorted and shaking, eyes shut, her long-fingered hand clutching her pussy, middle finger pressed deep inside, working. Her large breasts heaved with her deep orgasmic breaths. Seeing his wife like that set him off. "Ungh!" He grunted and shot into Rainy. "Yes, yes, yes! That's it! I'm coming, too!" and with that she started a high-pitched howl as she kept fucking back on his throbbing stick. When they slowed and stopping moving, Linda said, "There. Now you have someone to fuck. You can stop feeling sorry for yourself. Oh, don't deny it, Ben. I've known for a long time. I've known exactly how I have treated you and how you feel about me, how much and how often you want to stick that wet dick up my cunt. Forget it. You're my cuckold and you'll stay that way." Still rooted inside Rainy, he turned and almost glared at Linda. What crappy things to say. Cuckold, indeed. But still … this experience felt amazing. She said, "Get your mind off me and get out of your funk. Go fuck my sluthoney friend there if you need it. I don't know why she's got the hots for you, but she does, so go ahead. You both have my permission and love. But treat her with respect!" Linda actually laughed. "But –" he started to say. "Ben, I know you love me. And part of me loves you, too, but there's a lot more to me than you know. And right now, I can't give you want you've yearned for. Rainy is my official sub, my sexual surrogate." He shook his head, tried to clear it. The cobwebs stuck. Linda chuckled, "Of course, you never know what else might happen." Still connected to Ben, Rainy turned her head and said to Linda, "How's Mr. Brennon?" "I like him, but he's not good being tied up yet. And he hates the whips." Linda chuckled. Tied up? Whips? "Linda," he said, "what do you mean? Whips?" Her grim nod was her only answer. Rainy pulled forward then they stood up. "Can we show Ben your dungeon?" she said. "Dungeon?" he blurted. "There's more to me than you know," his beautiful, panting wife said. He was still hard and dripped. Rainy grinned then jumped up on him again. This time he held her while standing, eased her down onto his pole and speared deepr. Linda had given him the green light so from now on he would fuck little Rainy Rayne, whenever she wanted it and maybe whenever he wanted it, too. He would do her for hours right in front of Linda and he would enjoy Linda getting off some more watching them, if that's what she wanted, which it seemed. And later, he would make damn sure to learn about her dungeon and secret activities. "Just wait until I tell Bianca," Rainy giggled as she moved on his pole. "We're gonna have a fuckin' threesome." And then she started moaning as he bounced her rapidly up and down. "Oh, and Ben," his lovely wife called, "I'll have you down in the dungeon when one of my friends visits tonight. You can attend to him on my orders. I'll love watching him take your ass." ### April, 2007

Pet's Reward By Hozzel They lay on the wide bed together, the master on his back and his faithful pet alongside, naked warm bodies huddled against the cool, dark night. Ghostly light from the TV shadows white sheets rumpled from earlier erotic exercise. Pet pops awake. Stiff, ready for more, he slowly slides his leg over Master's muscular thigh. Why not? he thinks with lecherous intent. He presses himself and carefully flicks his nervous tongue at Master's forearm. Master awakes from his doze, sucks a surprised lungful of air. His right arm reaches around Pet's head and neck. Pet's leg slides sensually along Master's again, knee just touching Master's sensitive scrotum. 'Ah,' Master rumbles softly. 'Is my pet still hungry?' 'Still. Yes. Very.' 'Insatiable wench, aren't you. Did I not feed you well enough before?' 'You sucked me dry, but your fucking me…I'm still famished. I want you to fuck me again.' 'Loving words of endearment,' Master laughs, 'will get you everything you desire and more.' Pet firmly presses himself against Master's right side, cups the base of Master's warm balls and flaccid penis, rotates his fingers around them, hefts the pliant orbs, heavy with more delicious juice. With finger and thumb, Pet flops Master's heavy cock back and forth before grasping it gently. He slides his hand up and down the veined skin and slowly pulls back Master's still-slick foreskin. 'Hmmm,' Master purrs. 'Your appetite knows no bounds.' 'I still have needs,' Pet softly begs. In his thin-fingered fist, Master's cock thickens, lengthens, grows. Pet lightly slides his hand up to the sensitive top then back along the stem, relishing the hardening member and what he has caused. It is his Master's involuntary approval. Pet relishes the little responses he creates; the shiver and tightening, the flex and hardening, all the little quivers he causes. To create such delicious reactions warms Pet's prurient heart. Reactions matter, and the depth of response matters more. From his simple rubbing, the crown becomes a dark smooth purple, tight with blood, savage with building emotion. Pet's own penis reacts, too, and stretches against Master's muscular thigh. Pet pulls his hips back but Master reaches around Pet's head and pushes Pet back. Pet's sensitive cock swells as well. As he continues to softly rub Master's swollen glans, Master breathes harder. Suddenly, Pet chuckles and jerks Master, slips his grip along the stem, making sure the glans are rubbed on each increasingly fast stroke. Some lube would have helped but it is too distant and Master is responding anyway: his hips move slightly. 'Suck,' Master commands. Pet stops masturbating and sits up. In the soft glow, his lean body creates an enticing shadow. Bending, slowly Pet's lips slide down the knob, the shaft, down as far as he can then back up until he is almost off. As he repeats this, Pet urgently flutters Master's knob with the tip of his wet tongue. Master gasps. 'Oh ... yes!' Pet licks and sucks and wanks in the manner he likes most. That is his job: sexually please his master. This is one of his arts: fellatio. 'Finger,' Master commands. Continuing to suck, Pet curls his right hand beneath Master's balls. His fingers probe Master's arse, part the cheeks, press through. He finds Master's anal ring and rubs gently, knowing himself just how enticing that feels. With fondness, he remembers Master probing prior to penetration and then the glorious fuck. He wants it again. Master's eyes close. He groans, his body jumps. He breathes deeply, his hairy chest rises and falls. Pet presses a finger into Master while continuing to suck and probe strongly. The ring stretches easily and Pet's finger pops through. 'Ah, yes, my pet, that's ... it.' Pet fucks his middle finger in and out of Master's anus, rubbing the smooth prostate at the same time as sucking Master's cock. He knows he can give master repeated little orgasms with this technique. 'Oh yes, oh, yes, that's right. You're doing so well, my pet! Oh ... wow! I'm getting ... there. You're going ... to ... make me ... cum ... you fucking vixen.' Master's body tenses. His feel press against the mattress. He holds Pet against his side as hard as he can while the small orgasm shoots through his nerves like an electric bolt. Master pants, 'More! Make me cum again!' Pet rubs harder with his middle finger and continues sucking and licking. He can feel Master's prostate swell and fill, becoming hard and large, ready to burst. It is a nice feeling. Pet relishes his ability to do this. If asked, he would stimulate Mater's prostate all day, forcing hundreds of little orgasms. He tucked the thought away for future use. Master pushes down on Pets' finger with his rear muscles. On and on Pet intensely rubs and sucks. Master grunts loudly. His hips push up and, suddenly, he spurts. Pet coughs, quickly clamps his mouth down on Master's pulsing cock, and tries to swallow as much and as fast as he can. Shot after salty shot fills Pet's mouth. He swallows again. He knows how rude it feels if any thick fluid escapes. Pet thinks Master is finished and raises his head, withdraws his digit. 'Keep going!' Master's words are a surprise. Pet renews sucking and increases his anal strokes to lightening speed. Mumbles; 'There too?' 'Yes! Yes!' Master gulps air at a frantic rate, almost in time to Pet's finger. Another minute later, Pet's actions are once again rewarded with Master's liquid and physical thrashing. Master gasps, 'Pet! Fuck! Now! Now!' 'Really?' 'Yes! Fuck now!' At Master's command, withdrawing his finger, Pet rises, places his hands on Master's hips, straddles Master's thighs. Master can see Pet is fully erect, his smaller cock glistening in the dim light, delicious, throbbing, ready. Pet grunts when he lowers his arse to the tip of Master's cock. 'Quick,' Master breathes. 'Get me in!' Pet pushes down, feels Master's thick cock work up to his rosebud. Using a trick he knows, Pet flexes his anus so Master's thick girth can easily slide deep. Pet releases a breath as he settles. 'How do you feel?' 'I feel,' Pet says, 'full. You've become quite large. And deep.' 'Does it hurt?' 'Fuck no, just very stuffed. I really love it. You can stay there all day if you ever want to.' 'Good. I will stuff my cock up your greedy arse whenever I choose.' Master places his large hands on Pet's knees. 'Feel this.' Pet feels the enormous slug slide even further inside, a huge pressure forcing his tight happy-hole open. He breathes, forces himself to relax and settle. He is stuffed full of Master's huge girth. Master smiles. 'You like that, don't you.' 'I love it!' Master laughs. 'Then fuck me.' Pet moves slightly up then settles down, taking Master's cock all the way inside his slim body. He feels truly engorged. To him, it is the most wonderful feeling, his anus full of hard, rampant cock. He has felt many cocks and he has loved them all. Master reaches, touches Pet's cockhead. He gently rubs the tip. Pet moans and rocks forward and back, sliding Master's own cock in and out. As he fucks, the full pressure subsides and is replaced by a wonderful feeling as his own special spot is stimulated. 'Speak!' 'Oh! Yes. I feel it ... I feel you ... in my arse ... inside me. You're so big. So huge. So strong. Sliding. Fucking me. Oh. Oh! It's wonderful! Ug!' Pet breathes hard as he fucks and concentrates on the building feelings. Master strains upwards and fucks back. Master's breathing increases. A hand grasps Pet's leg. Fingers dig. His other hand squeezes Pet's hard cock in encouragement. 'Oh, god,' Pet stammers. 'I love your powerful cock inside my arse. I –' Pet's words are lost in further groans as Master pumps into Pet faster and faster. Suddenly he thrusts up. Nearly knocking Pet off, Master's cock spasms for a third time. He shoots this time, his body shaking, and shoots again with each strong stroke. Blast after blast coats Pet's squeezing rectum. Breathing hard, Master releases Pet's cock and orders: 'Fuck me.' Eyes wide, Pet slowly pulls off Master. 'Are you sure?' Master raises his knees, opens his muscular legs wide. Hovering over the eager man, Pet slides back until the swollen tip of his cock is at the rear gate. Parting Master's buttocks, Pet pushes but is unable to penetrate. 'Fuck me!' Master orders. 'I can't seem to –' 'Get that fucking cock into my arse and breed me. Now!' He reaches a hand down, between their bodies, holds his shaft and presses again. At the same time, Master tugs Pet's hips hard while flexing his anus. Pet's shaft pops through the sphincter. 'That's it!' Master breathes. 'Now get in all the way. Don't mess about now, just fuck my arse. Ride me hard. Make me feel it. Make me proud.' Placing his hands on Master's spread knees, Pet first pulls back then pushes in again, out then in, repeating slowly. As he hardens further and Master loosens, Pet finds he can buck faster. He leans over Master, digs toes into the bed. He loves the tightness, the heat, the sweat of their bodies, their loud breaths, the panting, noises. Especially loves their explicit words of sexual encouragement. He enjoys Master's face as it twists and churns in pleasure. Pet fucks long, deep and hard, Master's legs tightly hooked against his arms. Even though Pet is topping, Master is in charge. Pet is fucking to Master's lyrics, Master's desires, Master's pleasure. Master tightens his anus and Pet laughs, plunging on. 'Caught you!' Master chortles. 'I ... can't fuck ... if you ... do that!' Pet pants. Pet releases Masters legs, leans forward onto Master's chest. He feels Master's still-hard cock between them. Pet holds his body back up with straight arms. 'You're still fuckin' hard.' 'Of course I am. You know I can always keep going.' Grinning together, their hips grind, they synchronise their movements, both fucking in time with each other, like a nicely tuned wave. 'I can feel you slide inside my butt. God, it's good.' Soon they gasp and moan, writhe and groan. For Pet, it is pure joy. He loves fucking for the shear sake of it and he loves giving orgasms, as many as possible, and Master appears quite capable of several. Giving Master several by fucking alone is shear tumultuous joy. 'Fuckin' cum!' Master shouts. 'Shoot that jism! Fill me now, you cocksucker! Right fuckin' now!' Master slaps Pet's buttocks then grasps each round cheek and pulls hard. Pet fucks and – shouting loudly to enhance the emotional explosion – his cock erupts inside Master, spurt after spurt, filling him again. The intense sexual feeling causes him to moan uncontrollably. Staying firmly lodged, Pet lapses down. Their chests heave with mutual heavy breathing. They look at each other and erupt in laughter. Pet licks Master's lips, pushes his tongue in and then they kiss. Tender then hard, tongues explore and slide and stimulate. 'Shit, that was good,' Master says. Pet feels on top of the world. He has served well but has also done what he enjoys most: making someone else cum. He says, 'You sure came alot.' 'Must be who I'm with. I am really turned on still, too.' Master rubs Pet's arms. 'Ok, next time you can be master and I'll be your pet. How about that?' 'Absofuckenlootely.' 'But –' Master says, moving his hips, sliding Pet's still hard cock in and out, '– I think I'd like to cum again. Fuck some more.' 'Five times? Wow. Sure.' 'Have fun!' And they do. ### This is an original short scene written by Hozzel July 2012. It was originally published on asstr with a different pseudonym. Revised April and July 2021. I love to hear from readers, their experiences and fantasies and dreams.

Until my early 60's, once or twice a day was normal. Two or three times during a "session" was normal. The most I've achieved in a day has been 4 times, and that several different times, even last year. Now it is more like one to three times a week.