A Cold Beer and Your Ass

She worked hard for us and I knew it. It was tough going to that dirty construction site day after day. Operating a huge bulldozer or the even larger excavator. She worked on a crew of rough and rowdy guys, but as a woman heavy equipment operator, she made way more money than I could dream of making at my fast food job. Carolanne is a pretty woman and the guys were hitting on her from the very first day, but she’s tough. Growing up the only girl in a family of boys made her assertive and bossy and willing to stand toe to toe with any guy. I love that about her. I never have to guess at what she wants, she just tells me. 

After two weeks on the job, she stopped in a local sex shop with some money from her first paycheck and bought a top of the line, 8 inch strapon dildo. She put it on at the shop and wore it home. When she got there she told me she was going to fuck me with it. I wasn’t too excited about having that big thing up my ass, but her assertiveness won out and it turned into the best sex we’d ever had. The thing had some kind of vibrator built into it that buzzed her clit and the harder she pounded me the more intensely it buzzed her. She fucked like a wild woman! Gripping me, moving me, thrusting and pounding me harder and better than any porn stud I’d ever watched on line.

The next morning, when she came out for breakfast, she was wearing the strapon under her jeans. The look in her eyes was defiant and strong, and her confidence was reflected in the set of her jaw. Her dick’s long, hard intent embossed the fabric along the inside of her left thigh. I asked her what she thought she was doing, and she made it clear, now the guys on her crew would leave her the fuck alone. When I protested about what it would make them think about me, she only patted my cheek and told me not to worry, she’d tell them I could take it like a man. 

After a few days of awkwardness the guys on her crew began to show her a new type of respect. Soon they were including her in their manly jokes about going home after a long day and giving it hard to the ‘little woman’. It used to embarrass me when she would come home and tell me about those comments, but the light in her eyes showed those comments only enflamed her. She liked what they inferred.

Six months have come and gone. Now she wears her dick 24/7. To work, to the grocery, out to dinner, she even wears it when we go to church. I tried to say something once and she just laughed and told me if I get to wear mine all the time, she can wear her’s all the time. I couldn’t really argue with that, but at least mine isn’t always hard, always so obvious. 

Carolanne came home from work yesterday, all sweaty and dusty. She tossed her paycheck on the table. I glanced at it. She got another raise. Third one since she started. She said,

“Get me a beer and get undressed.” This had recently become a common request. As I did as I was told, she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled out her always ready, always hard dick. I handed her the beer and she ordered. “Lube me up.” I sank to my knees before my wife’s magnificent dick and took her in my mouth. She pushed forward and I heard the familiar buzz and a low moan from her throat. The moan was music to my ears. When I looked up, her flannel shirt was partially unbuttoned and her pushup bra cupped slightly sloshing breasts as her hips pumped her dick in my mouth. She didn’t make eye contact, just took a big swig of her beer and enjoyed the ride. It flashed through my mind that it could be any guys mouth and she would be just as happy, but I focused on how lucky I was that it was my mouth. I slobbered and sucked her like I the goddess she is, running my hands over her dusty thighs, feeling the muscles inside the jeans that had worked so hard for us today. She drained the beer and set the bottle on the table with an empty klunk.

“Get me another and get against the wall.” I rose from the floor and fetched Carolanne a fresh beer, opened it on the way back and handed it to her as I passed, headed to the wall to assume the position. “Open it up for me.” I reached back, pulled my ass cheeks apart and pushed back to relax my hole for her. The cool wet tip slid into me with practiced ease. Her free hand shoved my head against the wall as she proceeded to shove her dick all the way in, rolling up on her toes as her abs contracted, pulling her hips forward hard. Her dick buzzed furiously and she moaned as the stress of the day began to melt away. She fucked me. Grinding out her needs and drinking her beer. The alcohol and endorphins created a heady mix in her blood stream which resulted in ever greater thrusts from her strong hips. The first orgasm always came quickly. She ground against my ass as the waves of euphoric pleasure washed the day from her tired body and moans of release filled the kitchen.

She emptied her beer in one long draw, pulled out and slapped my ass. “Get me another.” I did. Knowing full well that she was nowhere near finished. I came back and assumed the position once again. Carolanne slid back into me, took a swig of her beer and said, “This is all I need to be happy, a cold beer and your ass.”

That Carolanne, she’s such a romantic. 

“Welcome to my beach…


I’d gone off on my own to explore. Leaving Sarah and my friends to soak up the Coronas and rays without me. I knew that parts of the beach were private and off limits to tourists, but I figured if I got caught in the wrong place I’d play dumb and the worst that could happen is I’d be told to leave. 

I was a couple of miles from the resort, basking in the solitude. Nothing but white sand, lush green foliage and blue waves to keep me company. I came to an area of the beach where large boulders were strewn from the tree line out onto the sand as if a giant child had been playing with them and then been suddenly called home for dinner, leaving them helter-skelter on the beach.

I turned away from the surf’s edge to see what lay among these huge stones, what secrets they may be guarding. After a few twists and turns I came upon an area of open sand walled in by the tall stones. A worn path disappeared between two of the huge crags at the back and into the dense rainforest. A sea blue blanket lay out in the sunshine accompanied by a small basket and an unopened beach umbrella. Someone was probably nearby so I decided to make myself scarce.

When I turned to head back out the way I’d come it was blocked by a beautiful woman. She was not smiling as she said,

“Welcome to my beach…bitch.”

“Oh! Hi…I was just leaving. I seem to be lost…I’m staying at the resort and went for a walk and kind of lost track of where I was and…” She continued to look at me sternly. “…and well…I’ll just be going.” I started toward her since it was the only way back out to the beach. As I got closer to her I realized that she was a big girl. A several inches taller than me, ten or fifteen years younger than me, and in way better shape. She stepped sideways to block my exit and that was when I noticed the bulge in her swimsuit.

“Not so fast, bitch. You don’t just wander in here and then leave like you own the place.” I looked up into her hard eyes and my stomach dropped. Things were going south fast. I needed to turn on the charm and talk my way out of this. I put on my best girl melting smile and said,

“Listen, I didn’t mean anything. I was just doing a little harmless exploring. I didn’t touch your stuff. No harm, no foul. Now, please just let me go and I’ll be sure to stay away from here the rest of the vacation.” Her expression didn’t change.

“It’s not that simple bitch. You’ve trespassed. You’re someplace you were not invited and now you must pay the price.” I swallowed hard. Time to beg.

“Please! Please! Don’t call the cops! They’ll throw me in jail and I don’t have the money for bail or bribes or whatever it’s going to take to get out!” I hung my head and noticed her bulge looked bigger. Uh-oh.

“I don’t call the cops. Here at Ms. Campanello’s island home I am the cops and I can deal with you any way I choose. Tell me bitch, are you a virgin?” My head snapped up.

“What? Virgin? No! I’ve been with plenty of girls!” Her eyes narrowed.

“Not your pencil dick. Your ass.”


“You are. You’re a virgin. I can feel it in my balls. I haven’t had a nice, tight virgin ass in a long time.” She pulled her right hand off her hip and rubbed her growing bulge as the outline of a very impressive penis began to show. She made a little kissy face and informed me. “I’m going to take your virginity for trespassing.” Her fingers lightly played over the bulge as she looked me in the eye and said, “Time to pay, bitch.” I bolted for the path leading into the forest.

I used to be a pretty fair sprinter in high school, but the sun has set on those days. I didn’t make it more than half way across the open sand when she tackled me from behind and I went down like a sack of potatoes. She landed on me and the weight of her body forced the breath from me in a whoosh. I tried to struggle, but all I could do was gasp like a fish pulled from the surf and tossed on the sand. She knelt astraddle my legs, one big hand in the middle of my back as she shucked my board shorts off my ass. My virgin ass. I felt her moving around then heard her spit several times. The next thing I knew something hard and slippery with that spit was between my ass cheeks. Fingers gripped one cheek and pulled it over so that slippery tip could find my hole and then the invasion began.

Pressure and pain built as this Amazonian woman began to penetrate me. It felt like she was trying to shove her fist up my ass instead of her cock head. 

“I knew you were a virgin! This is going to feel so damn good.” She stopped for a second and when I heard her spit this time I felt it drop on my tightly clenched sphincter. She renewed her assault. “Relax and give this ass to me. It’s the price you’re paying for trespassing.” She pushed hard and my breath came back all at once.


“Yea, bitch! Yell it out!” She pushed hard again and my ass surrendered. I felt her open me up and sink into me. “Oh! So tight! So fucking tight! You may have to pay several times with an ass this good!” She didn’t wait for me to adjust to her, she simply started fucking me. At first all I could focus on was the fullness. How she filled me. How her being inside me made me feel. I’d never known what it was like to taken like this, to be subjugated to her will. All the while she talked to me. “You’ve got a nice ass bitch, and it’s my ass. When you brought it on this property you gave it over to me. You might as well have walked in here, dropped your shorts and  bent over for me. It’s likes my cock too. It keeps squeezing it, milking it, it wants my cum in it.”

As she talked I began to notice other things. How she was gripping me, how her tits were grinding into my back, how her legs were smooth against mine. Then she changed the angle of her attack and her cock head started to pound my prostate. I didn’t know if I was going to piss in the sand or cum, but this new feeling overwhelmed me. My head was spinning with this experience. I’d always been drawn to bossy girls, but this girl was the ultimate version of a bossy girl. As she hammered my prostate she taunted me.

“I’m good at this bitch. I’m stroking against your hard little prostate and I can almost always make a guy cum when I fuck him like this. Moan for me bitch, moan and let me know you appreciate my style of fucking!” I was moaning. I couldn’t help it. I’d never felt like this before. “I feel your ass squeezing my cock. You’re going to cum soon and when you do I’m going to unload in your ass. You’re going to be my bitch. I hope you didn’t bring a girlfriend on vacation, cause you’re my bitch boy for the rest of your stay.”

Between the things she was saying and her dick pummeling my helpless ass I was lost in a submissive fog I never wanted to find my way out of. Suddenly my body betrayed me and an orgasm rolled through me like a high balling freight train.

“OH FUCK!!! OH MY FUCKING….OH MY….FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!” I filled my board shorts with cum. 

“YEAH BITCH!!! Put another notch in my lipstick case! I’m making you blow your load in your shorts!” She pounded me harder than ever as she closed in on her own orgasm. Then it happened. She exploded deep inside me. “Ooooo, you’re my bitch now! My cum is filling you up and making you mine! Oh yeah! This is some nice ass! Good and tight and begging for more of my cock!” She jerked a couple of times as the last of her cum dribbled into me. She leaned in close to my ear and bit it. I yelped in pain as she said. “Well my little bitch. You’re mine now. You’re going to spend the rest of your vacation with my dick in you.”

She got up off of me and deftly tucked her cock back into her swim suit. She adjusted it so that the bulge was very prominent then reached her hand down to me. I took it and when she pulled me to my feet sand was stuck to the wet spot on the front of my shorts. As soon as I pulled them back up onto my hips she took my hand and started pulling me toward the beach. I bulked and asked,

“Where are we going?” She turned back and smiled sweetly as she told me.

“I’m taking you back to the resort.” 

“Oh, there’s no need for that. I’m sure I can find my way back on my own, but thanks for the offer.” Her smile grew.

“Oh my little bitch. I’m not taking you back to stay, I’m taking you back to get your shit and let your friends know where you are. Then I’m bring you back here and your going to spend the rest of the week around my dick.” My face turned white. She rubbed the bulge in her swim suit and added, “I’m sure you’re friends want to know what happened to you.” The image of her pulling me by my hand up to my friends and fiancé with that bulge in her suit made my gut go cold.

“I can’t. We can’t! Sarah can’t see…”

“Oh we can and we will. Now come on.”

Taking my hand she pulled me from the protection of the surrounding boulders and back toward my friends and fiancé and my life was changed forever.

Bridesmaidzilla’s Wedding

My buddy Denis had moved away to Los Angeles a few years ago to work as a voice over artist and now he was back in Ohio for his wedding to Jackie, a woman he’d met out there. Even though I’d hardly talked to him while he was in Cali he’d tapped me to be a groomsman. His brother Tim was the best man and I was honored to even be asked, though I was a little concerned about my tux rental fees.

Jackie had brought along her friend Carol, who was going to be her maid of honor. She was beautiful and exotic. Like no other woman I’d ever met. When we were introduced her firm grip as we shook hands might have alerted me that something about her was different, but I was too busy drowning in her eyes to notice anything else. All that magic vanished as soon as Carol opened her mouth. She was bossy and demanding. Taking charge of everything and acting like it was her wedding instead of Denis and Jackie’s. Carol acted more like an overbearing bridezilla than a bridesmaid and it aggravated me to no end; and excited me too, just a little. It seemed like every time she opened her mouth what came out was ‘I want…’. I want the flowers arranged like this, I want the music to be this, I want the food served at this time, I want the DJ to play this song. I want, I want, I WANT! 

Neither Denis or Jackie argued with her. They put up no fight, acquiescing to her every want. Finally I couldn’t take it any longer and blew up on their behalf.

“What’s your deal Carol? You act like this is your wedding! This is supposed to be Denis and Jackie’s big day and you won’t let them have a single word about what they want! You need to back off!” Denis grabbed my shoulder.

“Andy, cool off. It’s no big deal. Carol’s kind of….well, our wedding planner.” I turned to him.

“I’m no wedding expert, but even on tv the wedding planner askes the couple what they want.” I pulled my shoulder from his grasp and stalked off while they whispered behind me.

The big day had arrived and we were all at the wedding venue. The ceremony was to take place in the main hall and then the hall would be converted for the reception dinner and dancing. I was in the hall early since I could just imagine the horror of a flat tire or something making me late. 

I had cooled off over night, figuring what the heck, if Jackie and Denis were ok with how Carol was acting what should I care? But as soon as I walked in Carol’s voice grated across everyone of my nerves with another ‘I want.’ I felt my face flush with anger and it took all my effort to choke back my retort. Carol turned to me and with one look could tell I was on the verge of another explosion. She held up a finger in my face and said,

“Hold on Andy. I understand why you’re upset, but you don’t know the whole story. Meet me in the women’s dressing room in two minutes and I’ll explain everything.” She didn’t wait for an answer, she simply strode away. Even through my anger I had to admire how she looked in that short pink bridesmaid dress, but then I figured she’d probably picked it out so it should look good on her. I didn’t wait the full two minutes.

The door banged when I pushed it open a little too hard and led into a short ten foot hallway that ended in one corner of the room. There were two walls of windows covered by closed venetian blinds. Carol stood with one hand on a window frame and the other on her hip. Protruding from under the hem of her dress was a very impressive penis. 

“What the…..” I started, but she cut me off.

“I’m a tgirl Andy, and Denis and Jackie belong to me. They came to me as boyfriend and girlfriend looking for something exotic in their sexual relationship. Now I’m their Mistress. Denis is locked in Chastity and serves both Jackie and me. It was my idea that they get married and I’m paying for everything so also I’m calling all the shots. In a way this is my wedding, the one I dream of having. Now, will you please back the fuck off?”

I’m a strange combination of mesmerized, excited and disgusted. My eyes drifted down to the cock poking out from under her dress and I unconsciously licked my lips. She watched my reaction. Having seen that look on many other men’s faces she knew I was drawn to her cock like the guy driving slowly past a car accident. Horrified and yet, unable to look away. She said softly,

“You can come closer if you want.” I glanced back up to her eyes. Her eyelids were low and her chest was rising and falling with excitement. I could feel she wanted me closer. I moved toward her until I was within arms reach. “It’s pretty big.” She whispered. “Bigger than average and most guys can’t measure up to it. You want to try your luck?” 

When I didn’t move she did it for me. Unzipping my tux pants and fishing my cock out she dropped to her knees and swallowed me. I grew quickly under her expert ministrations as she did things with her tongue that I didn’t even know were possible. No woman or girl had ever brought me this much pleasure with their mouth. Even though I was fully hard she kept sucking and teasing me, taking me down the back of her throat easily. 

Her eyes were closed as the perfect O of her mouth slid along my rigid length. One hand was on my hip and the other was working between her thighs. I was starting to thrust my hips, close to an orgasm when she pulled off and stood in front of me. Our cocks bumped and she grabbed them in one hand and squeezed them as she ground them together. Her face was close to mine as she said,

“Well lookie here. Looks like you’re the winner Andy. Do you want to claim your prize?” She turned and rubbed her ass along the length of my aching cock. Only the string of her thong protected her opening and she pulled it aside as she took my cock and rubbed the tip over the puckered closure. All that saliva made it easy for her to back up onto me and she expertly opened up took me with a soft moan. 

I was frozen in place. Trapped under the spell she had cast with that incredible mouth and now held in place by her tight ass. She was gripping and squeezing me in ways no pussy ever had or could. She let out a low guttural growl,

“Now fuck me Andy. Pound all your pent up anger me into me! Make me pay for how I’ve treated your friend.” 

I thought, ‘She’s right! I should make her pay for how she’s treating Denis and Jackie!’ I thrust hard into her ass and that first slap echoed around the room. I gave her another and was rewarded with her bearing down around my punishing cock. Then I lost it. I pounded her ass with everything I had as the sex sounds reverberated around the room. I squeezed her tits through her dress and abused her behind in a hailstorm of thrusts as she moaned encouragement for me to be rougher, to really punish her. I pulled her hair and gripped her shoulder so hard she knew I was about to cum.

“Cum in me!” She cried. “Cum in me and make me pay!”

I arched my back, buried my cock in her contracting ass and exploded. Everything poured out of me. All of my frustrations, my angst and my anger shot into her, over and over. Through it all her ass quivered and milked my cock. 

When it was over she stood up, keeping my cock in her as she leaned into my chest. Carol pulled my lips down and kissed me softly. I think if she’d been a cat she’d have been purring. I looked down her front to her hard cock. It was a dark redish purple and a strand of precum dangled from the tip. I started to reach for it, but she grabbed my hand. 

“No Andy. That’s for Jackie and Denis. I’m going to consummate their marriage tonight and I want it to be special. I’m going to put a big load in Jackie who went off her birth control a month ago and Denis is going to suck it out. If he doesn’t do a good job she’ll be having my baby.” I pulled my hand away and she gave me another soft kiss. “You’ve must come visit us in L.A., after the honeymoon. Please say you will. After all, I need to return this favor. You and I will be equals and I will take you to places of pleasure you’ve never dream of before.”

“Sure. I’ll come out.” Carol pulled off of me and started to adjust her dress.

“You better leave me so I can ready again. I won’t go soft with you in the room with me.”

I left her to get ready and as I was waiting for the wedding to start I began looking for flights to L.A. and I wondered what kind of job I could get in Tensile Town. 

The Neighbors Already Know

I wake up in a pile of rumpled sheets. The dark maroon color stark against my white skin. From the depths of the evening before floats up the complement. ‘I like the contrast…’ But I can’t grasp the rest through the fog in my brain. The house is quiet and I’m alone. I recall passion. Fingers gripping tightly. Hungry mouths devouring acres of skin. Deep grunts of satisfaction and moans of pleasure. Squeals of delight. Then another hazy memory from the depths, ‘were those my squeals?’ As I shake my head in an attempt to focus the room spins a little.

I gently roll out of the rumpled cotton field of dreams, driven by the need to urinate. Warm feet on cold tile helps me focus. I stand over a shiny white bowl as my distended bladder shrinks. Glancing to the left I see a double sink with a huge mirror over it. There is another flash of memory. Of the reflection of pale hands running over my torso. Whispers of admiration; then of lust and need. I am bent over the sink and an angelic face floats behind me in the mirror. A grimace of lust painted on it. I feel the color drain from my face as the memory coalesces. Looking down I see the beginnings of bruises on the front of my thighs. In my ears echo the cry of that angel as she is satisfied. Clinching my sphincter creates a dull ache that has never been there before. 

The smell of back coffee draws me toward the kitchen and I slip on my cargo shorts to seek it out. I enter the transitional area between the kitchen and dining room and my eye is drawn to the sliding glass door that looks onto the deck. There stands the angel from the reflection. I flash back to her in the club. In that skin tight red dress she stood out like a flower in a field of noxious weeds. Images of her moving and dancing, a mermaid in a sea of fish, fill my head. Drinks flowed. There is an image of a dark place where the thump of the music has become a dull throb. Of looking up at her from my knees as I push the red line of her hem up creamy thighs. I remember her fingers curled in my hair as I gag and cough with her release. On the deck she turns and catches me staring at her. She looks surprised. I move toward her, the glass whispers aside and join her.

“Good morning.” She leans in and kisses my lips in an easy familiar way.

“Mornin” I mumble back. An awakward silence steps between us and hangs there till I nudge it out of the way. “About last night….” she intercedes.

“I’m sooo sorry! I just get so carried away sometimes! I like to think of it as being passionate, but I guess sometimes….” She trails off knowing that nothing flattering can follow that statement. She changes gears. “Actually, I’m a little surprised you’re still here. Most guys after a night like last night slink out the front door as soon as I come out here to give them an opening.” Her eyes drop to the deck. I’m acutely aware of her curves beneath the robe. “I guess I should be flattered that you at least had the nerve to come out here to say goodbye.” More and more of the previous evening is coming to light. The condition of the sheets makes perfect sense now. Her eyes return to me, hopeful, but resigned.

“I had an amazing night! Best of my life!” I tell her in a breathy rush and wonder blossoms over her face.

“Truly?” I nod, my eyes never leaving hers. “You didn’t come out here to tell me goodbye?” I shake my head. She unties the belt and pulls her robe open. The knowing look on her face says it all. She has finally found her match. “Well then, let’s not waste anymore time talking.” I look into the back yards of the other houses.

“What about your neighbors?” She smirks.

“The neighbors already know all about me.” 


Stepping into the restroom cut the thump of the techno music to a distant throb, but she had a throb of her own. The guy she had been dancing with all night wants to meet her in the Rumpus Room. He knows she is packing and that she wants to get inside of him and he’s cool with it, even eager for it. She’d had to adjust herself before she could leave the dance floor.

She looks in the mirror as she comes in and watches herself walk behind the other girls touching up their faces. She isn’t vain, but she looks as good as any of them and in that red dress she looks better than most. There is no muffin top showing over her panties, no little roll around her bra strap. She is tight clean curvy lines with a hard ball of intent where her legs meet. 

She steps into an empty stall. Part of her wants to pee standing up, just to freak the other girls out a little. Not that anyone would say anything. Even if they clocked her they wouldn’t mention it. But she never got clocked unless she wanted to. She was a ghost among them. That girl with a little something they could never provide, a competitive edge that sends some guys to the moon, like the cute Clark Kent look-a-like she is fixing to dip her wick in.

She knocks the last drop of pee off the tip and stands up to fix it back in place for the trip to the Rumpus Room. She pulls the dress down, but just before she tucks her little girl away she thinks of a selfie. She sets up her phone and looks at herself on the screen. She loves shots like these. She looks amazing and sexy, and then you get to the bottom of the dress and get that little twist at the end. Perfect. She takes the shot and posts it. Her girlfriends will know what the hashtag means. 


You Want to Ask Me Out?

He saw her standing alone across the large room. Her back turned to the party crowd as she looked out the windows and over the city. The long hair, the confident stance, the curves. They all caught his eye and drew his interest. She looked like a girl he’d like to ask out. He took note of the empty champagne glass at her elbow and snagged two fresh ones from a passing tray. As he approached he could see she was not like most of the other women at the party. There was a presence about her, a power or strength that he was drawn to. All the other skinny women seemed like fragile dolls while he could imagine wrestling in the sheets with this woman as she laughed and growled. Just the thought of that made his dick swell in his pants. All the better. He wanted her to see his bulge. When he arrived at her back he cleared his throat and said,

“Excuse me. I saw your glass was empty so I brought you a fresh one.” She turned and fixed him with an intense stare, assessing him. She noted his bulge. 

“It’s empty because I don’t like champagne. I’m more of a beer girl.” Her eyes drilled into his. Challenging him to stay or slink off back into the crowd. He stood his ground.

“Oh? Well I guess that leaves more for me. Would you like for me to get you a beer?” His eyes drifted down over her.  Pretty eyes, nice rack and….whoa! They snapped back up to hers. She had no reaction on her face when she challenged him again,

“See something you like? Want to ask me out now, or are you just another close minded guy?” He hated being called out and when someone challenged he had to meet it head on.

“Yes. I do want to ask you out. That’s the whole reason I came over here, but if you’re too busy playing the tough ass bitch and trying scare me away to be interested in a date, just come out and tell me. Then maybe I can have a shot at one of these other less interesting women.” His nostrils flared a little as he defiantly held his ground and sipped his champagne. A Mona Lisa smile touched her lips.

“You think I’m interesting?” He took another sip as his mind swirled with where this was going.

“Definitely.” He declared with a nod of punctuation. 

“What if I’m too much for you to handle?” Now it was his turn to smile.

“I guess there is only one way for us to find out.”

He tossed back the last of the champagne, set the glasses on the window sill and offered her his arm. The surprise he saw on her face gave him sweet satisfaction after how things had begun. Her arm slipped through his and her hand gripped his forearm with a strength that gave him goose bumps. That wrestling match was going to be very interesting. 

A Whole New World

They had been dating for over a year now getting to know each other and settling into their relationship. To the outside world they appeared to be like any other loving couple, but as with most couples that was hardly the case. Kate and John were in love that part was true, but she was tired of hiding. Kate was the strong willed one in the relationship and had come to a decision. She was no longer hiding who she was. John was unsure about this new path, but Kate insisted. 

Kate enjoyed pulling on her hot pink shorts without the usual tucks and adjustments as John looked on in consternation. John commented,

“Those shorts are pretty tight. They look uncomfortable. Maybe you should wear your kaki ones.” Kate sighed.

“They’re fine John and they match my lipstick. Besides, they’re more comfortable now than all the other times I’ve worn them. I thought you liked these shorts.” He mumbles

“I do. But they….well….they…make you…stand out.” Kate shot him a look then smiled.

“I know.” John was flustered.

“But can’t we start off with something a little less…obvious?” She loved his discomfiture. 

“No honey. You love me right?” John nodded. “Just like I am, right?” Another nod. “Then you need to embrace it and let me be me. Don’t force me to hide who I am behind tucks and tape. Let the world know that your girlfriend is a tgirl and embrace it!” He gave her a dubious look.

“Does it have to look so….big?” She gave him another grin.

“Don’t you want the other guys to be jealous of you?” John heaved a sigh. He’d lost this argument several times already. 

“I guess so.”

“Good!” She picked up her purse. “All ready!” She took one last look in the mirror and said, “I need a selfie to commemorate our first date with me out, so to speak.” She took the picture and posted it to her Instagram wall. “Now we’re ready.”

She took John’s hand  and led him out the door and into a whole new world.

Not Your Little Boy Anymore

This picture could probably bring up multiple fantasy lines. Here’s what it pulled out of my head.

She hadn’t been invited to the graduation party. June, his mother, knew there was some kind of connection between her young son and Angie, the woman next door. She’d moved in beside the single mother and her son when Tommy was a freshman.  At first things were fine. Tommy was simply the gangly kid next door that mowed her grass and did other odd jobs around house for extra cash.

After a few years things changed. He began to struggle keeping eye contact with her, his eyes were always drifting to her boobs, not that she could blame him. After all she knew she has some really nice boobs. She also caught him staring at her whenever she was out sunbathing in her bikini.

One day he was so distracted by watching her he accidently blew a bunch of grass into the pool. Angie yelled at him,

“Tommy! Watch what you’re doing! Damn it! I just paid to have that pool cleaned yesterday! I ought to bend you over my knee and spank your ass!”

Tommy looked horrified and instantly got an erection which only embarrassed him further. Angie found his erection very enlightening. Tommy let go of the mower and dashed for home. Angie mulled over Tommy’s reaction. Was it just an inopportune erection, or was there something deeper at work here. She’d never considered sex with him. He was much too young and while she and June weren’t friends she did respect her and would not take advantage of her son. Besides, she was pretty sure he had no idea she had a penis.

A week went by and the grass was starting to get tall so she texted Tommy and asked him to come over so they could talk it out. He agreed and a few minutes later was sitting on her couch. She was wearing a short black skirt, stockings, heals and a button up blouse that showed a lot of cleavage. Angie figured if he got another erection with her dressed like this he was just a normal red blooded boy.

“Thanks for coming Tommy. I’m sorry I yelled at you last week. I was all stressed out about work. More iced tea?” She leaned down to give him a good look down the front of her blouse as she served him. No erection. Interesting. Now to try theory two. “But I was also pretty upset. It costs a lot of money to get that pool cleaned and when you blow grass into it the very next day I feel like I should be allowed to be angry and even spank you!” She said this sternly and was instantly rewarded with his hard on. His hand went to his crotch to try to hide it. “I think you’ve been a bad, bad boy Tommy.” She stood right infront of him, hands on hips, feet shoulder width apart, looking down on him sternly. “And I’m going to punish you for it.”

Tommy squirmed in his seat for a moment then made to duck past her for the door.

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” He did. “TURN AROUND!” Again he followed orders, with both of his hands covering his aching appendage. His face was glowing with euphoric humiliation. Angie had her answer. He was incredibly turned on and her control was complete. She feels a familiar thrill of power surge through her as their rolls solidify. “You will be graduating soon and by that time you will be an adult. I will punish you then. But until that time we will go on as if nothing has changed and I will torture you with words and visions. Only in your actual punishment will you find release. Do we understand each other?”

Tommy nodded and for the rest of the school year she ordered him around her house. She was stern, demanding, aggressive and everything he desired. She would wear her lacy things around the house and a bikini when outside. She would get close to him, close enough to smell her and never touch him. She built up how she was going to punish him, make him hers and take control in ways he couldn’t imagine. Tommy had a constant erection whenever he was near her.

There were two weeks left in the school year when June showed up on Angie’s front step one afternoon.

“Tommy won’t be working for you anymore. I’m not sure what’s been going on between you two, but it has to stop. He needs to focus on his life. Not you. He’s my little boy and I want him to be successful and go to college and meet a nice girl, get married and have some babies. You’re not part of that picture. So it’s over. Understand?” Angie smiled a genuinely compassionate smile.

“I never meant to be a distraction to Tommy and I’m sorry if I have been. If that is your wish, I will honor it. However I want you to tell him it’s your choice. I don’t want him to think it’s coming from me. Deal?”

June nodded and stomped back home.

Two weeks later Tommy graduated and there was a big party at his house. Lots of family and friends came by to visit. As the party was winding down June noticed that Tommy was missing. She looked through the house and couldn’t find him anywhere. Suddenly she knew where he was. June dashed out of the house and jogged over to Angie’s. She knocked on the door and rang the bell several times, but no one answered. She tired the knob and the door swung open. Deeper in the home she heard the unmistakable sounds of sex. She marched into the family room and found Angie and Tommy going at it, but she was confused. Uncertainly she said,

“Tommy?!” Angie looked back over her shoulder as she was at last punishing Tommy and said,

“I guess he’s not your little boy anymore.”

Late for Class

What will pop out this time…..let’s see….

It was my first time in Japan. The cherry trees were in bloom and their sweet fragrance floated on the air with the occasional delicious smell of cooking food. I was off the beaten path, away from the tourist areas, soaking up the local culture. It was early morning as I happened along the street in an area where I was getting more unusual looks than normal. Being a westerner in the East I stood out like a turkey in a chicken coop so receiving odd looks was becoming standard.

I had just passed a school and noticed small groups of girls carrying books and chatting as they headed toward it. They were wearing the kind of cute little uniforms that made guys have bad thoughts. I didn’t want to creep any of them out so I kept my head down and tried to hurry out of the area.

In my haste I almost collided with a tall girl. I stumbled as I took evasive action to avoid bowling her over and luckily she caught me by the shoulders before I did a face plant in the concrete.

“I’m so sorry miss! I didn’t mean to bump into you!” She steadied me before speaking.

“Oh! You’re American!” I smiled and nodded as I responded for the hundredth time.

“Yes. Guilty as charged. I’m from the states. I better let you get to class.” I stepped around her and took about two steps when her hand grabbed my shoulder again.

“Uh, Mister? I’m so sorry, but this just happened.” I turned back to find the front of her skirt resting on top of a hard penis. I took a double take from her throbbing erection to the concerned look on her face, back to the erection. I’d heard of Futanari, but thought they were just some urban legend. “I’m so sorry this has happened to you, being American and all, you’re not used to this.” I was concerned and wary.

“Used to what?”

“Well, you have given me and erection and you must take care of it for me. It is the honorable thing to do.” A cold chill ran down my spine. “You are an honorable man are you not?”

“I…..uh, sure, but….” She seemed relieved as she cut in.

“Oh good! We’ll have to make this a quickie. I don’t want to be late for my Physics class.” She reached for my belt as I sputtered and I tried to back away.

“Wait! I don’t understand!” She gave me that concerned look again.

“There’s nothing to understand. I’m going to stick my penis in your bottom to relieve my erection. That is what must be done. It is required of you since you caused it. Please! We are wasting valuable time!”

She grabbed me again and this time shucked my pants down around my ankles. With smooth movements she pushed me a couple of steps to a sign post, bent me forward at the waist and placed my shoulder against the post. I felt the tip of her penis rubbing a slippery substance all around my anus and then she entered me. Fully. She unceremoniously began pumping. Each thrust pulling a soft girlish ‘ugh, ugh, ugh,’ in a steady rhythm.

My eyes were closed and my mind reeling as this girl had her way with me. Then to my even deeper humiliation I heard a sing-song voice declare,

“Cho, you’d better hurry! Class starts in ten minutes!” The giggle that followed let me know that it had been spoken in English on purpose. When my eyes opened I saw three girls, much like Cho, walking past and the one closest caught my eye and winked at me as she puckered up and gave me an air kiss. Their giggles faded away as they past us.

Cho’s rhythm was increasing. She was pistoning in and out with deep urgency when suddenly she buried herself to the hilt.

“Aheeeeeeeeee! Uhg! Aheeeeeeee! ugh……ugh…..ugh.” Cho’s release echoed from the buildings and anyone within six blocks would know she was having an orgasm. I felt her cum hard and in an unbelievable volume. I could see my lower abdomen stretching slightly as she grunted a few times to finish topping off a load that would have challenged a bull. She pulled her penis from me with a soft plop.

I looked back at her as her juices ran down the insides of my thighs and saw the innocent looking school girl tuck her flaccid penis back into her panties then straightening her skirt. She met my eye and smiled.

“See you after school.” was all she said.



The Pill

I’m going to try a little something new. I’m going to post a picture. It could be any picture. It might be something mundane, fantastic, retro or modern. Then I’m going to write a ‘woman with a penis’ scene inspired by the photo. Let’s give it a try.


Jeffery is wobbling and stumbling along a dimly lit hall toward his apartment. His keys are jingling softly with his erratic movements. He arrives at his door and begins to fumble for the key to unlock it. Unsteady hands make a valiant attempt, but the key and it’s cohorts slip away. A soft thunk announces they’ve arrived on the floor and Jeffery sighs and grumbles as he bends to retrieve them. His head bumps into the door and helps to steady him on his slow decent toward the keys.

Suddenly the door is not there. Pulled quickly open it no longer provides support and Jeffery falls in a heap at Rachel’s feet. HIs bleary eyes travel up her naked body and it doesn’t take long for him to realize that she is not happy. Hands on her hips, stern face and flashing eyes tell him he is in it deep. She grabs him by the collar, pulls him over the threshold and closes the door.

“Rasheel! You shore luk bootifol.” His thick brain attempts some flattery. To his surprise she smiles, but his drunken brain doesn’t realize it’s not a smile of happiness.

“Did you have a good time? Was it fun hanging with all your single buddies at the clubs? Did you get to dance with lots pretty girls?”

“Yesh. I had a great time! It wash loads uh fun!” Her vicious smile broadened for just a second before the sternness settled over her again.

“That’s nice. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Cause it’s your last time. I took the pill earlier tonight.” This is enough of a shock to cut through some of the alcohol.

“What? You took the pill? THE pill?”

“Yes. THE pill. I’m never spending another night here alone while you go out for a good time and do who knows what with who knows who! Knowing you and your buddies you were probably getting blowjobs under the tables or in the bathrooms from girls too dumb to realize that they don’t have to do that kind of silly shit anymore!”

“But Rachel, we were going to talk about this first. We were going to try some things to make sure it was the right decision for us.”

“I’ve decided. It’s the right decision for me. I want more control in this relationship and I’m going to take it. You’re not going to run off with the guys and act like your single while you leave me here alone.”

“But, but what if I don’t like it?”

“My girlfriend Tammy at work took the pill. She has more confidence, has already got a promotion and her fiancé Joe loves the new her. She said it took him a while, but she was persistent and he came around. I can be very persistent Jeffery. Besides, I’m already stronger.”

“But Rachel….”

“No buts! When the sun comes up it will be the dawn of a new day for our relationship. I’m sure it will be a little tough, having a girlfriend with a big penis who will constantly want to fuck you, but at least you won’t be complaining anymore about not getting enough sex and Tammy was telling me how great blowjobs are! I can’t wait! That’s going to be the first thing we do.”

Jeffery sat on the floor looking up at Rachel. She was still angry, but she was also excited. He could tell how badly she wanted this, but he wasn’t so sure. His head was spinning with all of her excited chatter and the alcohol. He needed sleep. Maybe this would all blow over in the morning. Maybe she hadn’t really took the pill and was only bluffing. As if she read his mind she told him,

“Better get a good look at this body. In the morning there’s going to be a big, hard, horny dick standing out where that little pussy is now. And I’m going to fuck you with that dick. I’m going to fuck you with that dick and our relationship is going to change. You won’t be doing what you want anymore, you’ll be doing what I want.”

Jeffery looked up at her. Rachel’s face was stern and her hands were on her hips. When his eyes settled on her crotch he stopped. It looked like it was swollen, maybe a little puffy. Cold certainty washed over him as he realized her cock was already starting to grow.