Showing posts with label Cum-drinking. Show all posts
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Thursday, March 17, 2022

Gwen's Curse: Ch. 2, P. 1

 [Pre-story]Hello again, readers! Thanks to an anonymous commissioner, Gwen's Curse is back with chapter 2, and it's starting off strong! 

As always, if you like it, you can join my Discord if you wanna hang out and talk about smut! I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]

Gwen's Curse: Chapter 2, Part 1
 

"Ugh. Come on, just… hurry up, already."

Sunday, January 19, 2020

Gwen's Curse: Ch. 1, P. 3

[pre-story]Chapter one of Gwen's Curse reaches its thrilling conclusion, thanks to the return of its original commissioner! As always, I hope you enjoy, and look forward to more![pre-story]


Gwen's Curse: Chapter 1, Part 3


Gwen felt the heat radiating off Ben’s throbbing, precum-slick, apple-sized cockhead on her lips as she drew closer, the thick, musky scent of his magically-enhanced cock filling her nose with every shallow breath she took. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her face was flushed and hot, her bright green eyes staring down the impossibly long shaft of the weapon that her own delicate hands now aimed squarely at her lips. A thought flashed through her mind, bright and clear enough to pierce through the thick haze that blanketed it; why would anyone even MAKE a spell that could do this? No normal person would be able to handle a cock that was this long, this thick, this ridiculously HUGE… Her lips parted slightly as she hesitated there, just a hair’s breadth away from crossing the line into sucking her dweeby cousin’s overgrown cock, a heated, panting breath escaping her lips and wafting over its swollen, sensitive crown. Ben stifled a whimper, holding perfectly still, frozen in place, staring down at her with wide eyes and breathless anticipation, paralyzed by fear that even the tiniest motion or quietest whimper might break the spell and scare her off, like a spooked animal.

Saturday, April 13, 2019

Happy Birthday: Ch. 11

[pre-story]The story of Happy Birthday continues! Cassidy and John make their escape from Aunt Christina's house! 
If you want more, [redacted] As always, I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

Happy Birthday: Chapter 11

Cassidy slammed the car door shut, perhaps a little harder than necessary, closed her eyes, and let out a sigh of relief she hadn’t realized she’d been holding as John climbed into the passenger seat. It felt like she’d just narrowly escaped a swarm of zombies. Giggling, horny, redheaded zombies. The ABCs were her cousins, they were fun, and she loved them, but they were dangerous, like a walking tornado of tits and asses and very talented fingers. It was all too easy to get swept up in their pace and carried along as they played around, until you suddenly found yourself doing something completely crazy. It had happened to Cassidy more than once, and over the years, the triplets had goaded her into her first lesbian experience, her first experience with anal, and very nearly into actual prostitution.

Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Lay On Hands, Ch. 3

[pre-story]Here it is, as promised, part 3 of Lay on hands! Finally, we're getting to the real action!  Thanks again to the commissioner (the generous and eternally patient Pyrista), and if you like what you see, [redacted] I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

Lay On Hands: Chapter 3 

Pyrista held her wife’s gaze as her lips lingered on the flared tip of Rylinne’s cock, the lewd kiss intensifying. As her hands continued to stroke up and down Rylinne’s length, her head began to twist side to side, lips caressing the sensitive flesh. Those plump pillows parted slightly as they flattened against the tip, her tongue probing forward to flick and taste her wife’s cockhead, and the salty pre that leaked from her slit. Rylinne couldn’t help but let out a quiet groan of pleasure, her grip on Pyrista’s hair tightening slightly, subtle assurances for Pyrista, letting her know she was doing well.

Sunday, January 20, 2019

Happy Birthday, Ch. 10

[pre-story]A new chapter of Happy Birthday! It's time for John to switch houses, and cousin Cassidy arrives to pick him up, but, as it so often does in the Best family, things get complicated. Not much more to say about this one, honestly. I know it's been a while since I've posted, the full story is up on my patreon if you're curious, I've been unable to write for about a month, but I think I've set up a system that should let me get back to work again, so look forward to more stuff! 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story] 

Happy Birthday, Chapter 10 

Cassidy closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, mentally preparing herself as her finger hovered over the doorbell. In theory, it was a simple transaction. Just a quick ‘Hi, I’m here to pick up John’, then they’d say ‘Great, we were expecting you, here he is’ and then he’d say ‘Hey Cassidy, here I am, completely dressed, let’s go, we don’t want to keep Aunt Amy waiting.’ and then he’d just get in the car and they’d go straight home. But even as she stood there, running through the plan in her head, she could hear a deep, throaty moan coming from the other side of the door. Her shoulders visibly slumped as she let the breath  out with a sigh. Of course, nothing was ever simple when it came to this family...

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Ghost Story: Ch. 2, P. 2

[pre-story]A new chapter of Ghost Story, ready for your enjoyment! Maddie discovers the source of Sam's... discomfort... and things spiral out of control.

As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, Enjoy![/pre-story]

Ghost Story: Chapter 2, Part 2

A moment of tense silence hung over the living room as Maddie pushed herself up from her chair and stood in front of Sam, looking down at her with an unknowing, innocent concern. The curvy goth could only look up at her, eyes wide, frozen in panic as her orgasm-addled mind struggled to reboot and think of an excuse that would let her get out of this situation with her dignity intact and deflect suspicion as to what she was really doing. It would have to be an expertly-crafted lie, clever and unexpected, and yet believable. She’d been lying to cover Danny’s secret for years, but this would have to be the greatest lie she’d ever come up with…

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Happy Birthday, Ch. 9

[pre-story]Dani finally gets what she's been craving. 

As always, if you like what I do, [redacted] Enjoy![/pre-story]


Happy Birthday: Chapter 9 

John’s jaw fell open as he saw Aunt Christina standing nearby, his eyes wide with panic and his mouth suddenly dry. He gaped for a moment, before Abby suddenly wrapped her arms around his head and pulled his head back down, into her cleavage. “If Dani keeps sleeping in all through the summer, she’ll be in real trouble when school start again.” Abby explained, casually, a playful smile on her soft lips.

Aunt Christina shook her head, striding toward the kitchen table.  “Oh, I’m not worried. She’s such a serious girl, I’m sure she’ll be fine.” She replied, every step sending her pale, lightly-freckled, watermelon-sized tits swaying and wobbling within the confines of her gauzy silk robe, threatening to bounce completely free at any second. Aunt Christina heaved a sigh as she planted one hand on the table and leaned on it, looking at the scene before her, John seated at the table, his face buried in Abby’s chest as the teenaged redhead straddled his legs, squirming on his lap, his legs vanishing beneath the tablecloth. “It’s such a shame. Dani’s such a diligent, clever, hard-working girl… If only the rest of you had turned out more like her, instead of a pack of naughty little misbehaving sluts…” She muttered with a smirk, shaking her head.

“What can I say? We learned from the best.” Abby shot back with a smirk of her own as she rolled her hips, grinding her sex against the base of her favorite cousin’s throbbing cock.

John stiffened beneath Abby, letting out a deep groan, the sound muffled by the eldest sister’s prodigious tits, as the triplets under the table took the roll of Abby’s hips as a signal to go ahead. Betty and Cherry’s tongues went to work, lavishing the steely pillar of John’s cock with long, wet licks, before reaching out to trail the tips of their tongues back down, tracing along the bulging veins along its base. Dani, meanwhile, couldn’t bring herself to move, frozen stock-still in terror, her soft lips still stretched lewdly around the fat, helmet-shaped head, hands wrapped around the midpoint of his member.

Christina arched an eyebrow at the sudden groan from her nephew, then glanced down toward the edge of the tablecloth, her smirk widening. “Ahh, I see~. So that’s where the other two went.” She commented, discussing her daughters sucking off their cousin at the breakfast table as casually as one might comment on the weather.

Abby put on a playful pout. “I’m so jealous, mommy~!” she whined, putting on a childish voice. “My little sisters snuck around behind my back and now they’re hogging Johnny’s big, fat sausage! And they won’t even share~!” she complained, pulling John’s head deeper into her cleavage, her pillowy tits squeezing around the sides of his head.

A giggle rose up from under the table as Betty and Cherry continued teasing their way down his shaft until their tongues wandered down to his sack, the twins eagerly burying their freckled faces in Johns’ fat balls, tongue-polishing the hefty spheres as they let loose a chorus of exaggerated moans and loud slurps, muffled by mouthfuls of man-meat.

Christina smirked, wryly. “You didn’t get your fill last night? You girls are so insatiable…” She chuckled, shaking her head slightly.

Abby laughed. “Oh, mommy, don’t pretend you’re not just as hungry to feel that big, fat, beefy cock sliding down your throat as we are… You only wear that robe when you’re trying to tempt John into ripping it off you and fucking your brains out~.” She shot back, licking her lips hungrily.

Christina bit her lip for a moment, bright white teeth sinking into soft, pale pink flesh. “...Well, when you say it like that, it’s certainly tempting…” She muttered, pausing for a moment. She stepped closer to John’s chair, leaning forward just enough to let her massive breasts graze against his shoulder, then balled a fist and rapped her knuckles sharply on the tabletop in front of him “You girls better hurry up down there-” She called out, then licked her lips. “- the rest of us are waiting for our turn!”

John groaned again, the sound once more muffled by Abby’s pillowy tits, and Betty and Cherry giggled. Betty pulled her head up out of John’s balls for a moment, a wicked grin on her lips as she held a finger up, gesturing Cherry to stay quiet. “You heard mom, sis- better get to work!” She called out, loud enough to be heard above the table, as she looked straight at Dani, shooting her a wink before diving back down to continue sloppily tongue-polishing John’s hefty balls.

The youngest of the four sisters had frozen like a deer in headlights at the sound of her mother’s voice. Her soft, pink lips were stretched tight around the massive, swollen tip of her cousin’s glorious cum-cannon as the head throbbed against her tongue, her cheeks hollowed, her delicate hands not quite managing to wrap completely around his steel-hard cock’s thickness as she tried not to so much as breathe, lest she be discovered. But Betty’s words stirred her from her daze. Mom thought she was still asleep upstairs. Her heart started to beat again. She could still get away with this, she could still live out her fantasy- and right under mom’s nose! She swallowed, nervously, and let out a muffled sound as she felt clear, salty precum slide down her throat. Her nipples were hard as diamond, the pink peaks of her perky b-cups pushing against the thin, white material of her tank top, as her hands began to move, slowly stroking up and down John’s fearsome shaft.

John groaned again into Abby’s cleavage, this whole situation was crazy, but then, his entire life was the sort of thing that lesser men dreamed of, who but he could honestly say they’d ever had five beautiful redheads throwing themselves at them? Who could claim they’d fucked mother and daughter one after another, who could claim sleeping with triplets, who could claim they’d ever slept with ONE woman as gloriously busty and fat-assed as the teenage slut squirming in his lap, let alone three? So… why not embrace it? He pulled his head up out of Abby’s chest, and with a hungry growl, threw an arm out, and wrapped it around Christina’s incredibly wide hips, fingers sinking deep into one of the thick, juicy globes of her ass as he gave it a possessive squeeze.

Christina gasped in surprise mixed with delight at the sudden show of force as John squeezed and kneaded her ass with one hand, and did the same with her daughter’s with the other. She bit her lip. He was only a teenager, but he grabbed her ass like he owned her, her, a mature, successful, independent woman and mother of four... and in a way, he did. Any other boy his age would get a smack across the face and a stern lecture for grabbing her ass like that, and if that boy had dared to grope her DAUGHTER the same way in her presence, she’d have broken his wrist before getting him arrested. But her nephew, this boy- no, this young man- he could do anything he wanted to her, as much is it hurt to admit it. He could grab her ass, he could grope her tits, he could bend her over and fuck her in the middle of the street, he could take anything of hers he wanted, her possessions, her body, even her daughters, and she wouldn’t offer more than a token resistance. He wasn’t even twenty yet, and already he was a true alpha male, a fucking STUD, manlier than any man she’d even known, with hundreds of notches on his bedpost, and while he still had the sweet and obliging personality he’d had growing up, there was a deep, unshakable confidence underneath it all, a certain cockiness that was growing more and more prominent with each passing year, as well as the pussy-destroying megadick to back it up. What would he be like in ten years? How many thousands of women would he conquer with that beastly, jaw-breakingly thick cock? How many would he breed with that potent Best family seed? She didn’t know, and she didn’t really care- not as long as he continued to pound that massive fucking cock into her on regular basis, at least-  but still, the very idea left her thighs soaked with glistening nectar.

Dani’s head bobbed in time with her hands, lips popping back and forth over the flared ridge of John’s cockhead, stretched tight like a rubber band, her tongue squirming against the cum-slit as the throbbing shaft spat one dollop after another onto the pink muscle, drowning her taste buds in the thick, musky flavor of his seed. Her eyelids fluttered as she unthinkingly let out a moan around the bulbous knob, her hands still pumping up and down his vein-marbled length, squeezing as tight as they could, desperately milking his monstrous member. With each throb that stretched her lips, she grew more and more passionate, driven on by the knowledge that each pulse brought her reward closer and closer, brought John closer and closer to the edge. Soon, she had thrown caution to the wind, moaning whorishly as she twisted her head side to side as she continued to bob, spiraling up and down over the few inches she managed to fit into her mouth, tongue flicking over the cum-slit at the tip each time she pulled back.

All the While, Betty and Cherry continued to slavishly worship John’s fat, cum-heavy balls, talented tongues roaming over every inch of his hefty, orange-sized balls, rolling them around until every last inch glistened with a sheen of saliva. Time and time again, the sisters pushed forward, one, then the other, burying their faces in his sack as they hungrily stretched their soft lips around his swollen spheres. Their cheeks hollowed as they struggled in vain to engulf the oversized orbs, moaning and slurping messily as they sucked and kissed at them, drowning themselves in his salty, musky balls until they had to pull back to gasp for air, faces smeared with their own spit in a nasty show of devotion to the twin globes that produced the seemingly endless cum they so desperately craved.

John growled with pleasure, the sound rumbling up from deep in his chest. He was overwhelmed, by the sensations and by the situation around him. While Dani had a lot to learn when it come to sucking cock, she more than made up for it with passion and eagerness, and that wasn’t taking into account the knowledge that his cute little cousin was not only sucking his cock, but had dreamed about sucking his cock for years! Just imagining her innocent face with her soft lips stretched wide around his cock… Meanwhile, Betty and Cherry needed no instruction when it came to servicing his sack, the two threw themselves into the task with such incredible intensity and hunger. Then there was Abby, the busty beauty grinding her dooling pussy against his shaft as she writhed in his lap like a stripper, her massive breasts pressed against his broad chest, hard nipples poking him, clearly emphasizing her arousal. And then there was Aunt Christina, the mother of all four, with her fat, juicy ass and tits like watermelons, half-busting out of the thin material of her loosely-tied robe, still ignorant that her youngest daughter was just under the table and out of sight, that she was just as much of a cum-hungry cock addict as the rest of the family.

John’s grip on the girl’s asses tightened, fingers sinking deeper into the pale, pillowy flesh as he grit his teeth and let out a strained groan. The monstrous shaft between his legs suddenly throbbed violently, bucking with such force that it pulled itself from Dani’s lips with a pop, swiftly followed by a whimper of excitement as she realized what was coming. Betty and Cherry were in the middle of double-teaming one heavy ball, moaning and giggling playfully as they rolled it back and forth between them with their tongues, when his sack began to tighten, the sisters following along as their treat pulled up tight against the base of his shaft. Abby let out a gasp of surprise as the beast throbbed against her slit.

“Ohh, fuck, you’re cumming! Do it! Cum all over her! Cover her!” Abby moaned, grinding her drooling slit against his vein-marbled shaft, at least, as much as she could, with him still squeezing her ass tight.

“Please…” Dani moaned, without thinking, as she struggled to lever the steel-hard shaft down and aim it at herself.

“Hurry and cum-” Christina urged, only to cut off mid-sentence, brow suddenly furrowing “-wait, Dani?” She muttered, confused.

It was too late, John didn’t even hear them, drowning Christina’s question out with a deep, primal growl that rose out of his core as the dam inside him crumbled, unleashing a massive wave of pleasure that surged through him. It engulfed him completely, crashing through his mind and sweeping away all trace of thoughts, flooding his body and drowned his every nerve in pleasure. His shaft lurched again and again in Dani’s grip as she squirmed in heady anticipation, her thighs rubbing together to try and soothe the burning hunger between them. She didn’t have long to wait. The finger-thick tube running along the underside of his shaft bulged as white-hot seed boiled up from his core, coursing up the length of his member, she could feel the raw force behind it against her thumbs as it rocketed toward the swollen head. Dani’s eyes were wide and staring, entranced by the smooth, helmet-shaped head like a snake by a flute, watching fixated as the slit at its tip opened, just a little.

The first shot fired from the tip of John’s cock like the blast of a fire hose, a finger-thick stream of pearly white cum that struck Dani right on the bridge of the nose. It hit with surprising force, her head was forced back, it felt like she’d been hit by a water balloon to the face, and much like a water balloon, the moment it struck, it splattered in every direction. She cried out in surprise, squeezing her eyes shut just in time to avoid getting it in them, but found her eyelids glued shut by a thick, sticky layer of hot, creamy goo. It wasn’t just her eyes though, she could feel it all over her face, and the thick, musky odor filled her nose when she tried to breathe… She couldn’t see, she could only feel it, coating her skin, hot and thick, covering her, sticking to her, staining her, marking her as a nasty little cum-slut, his little cum-slut…

Dani’s mouth opened to let out a moan, only to have her cry suddenly cut off as John’s cock fired again, the second blast of cum just as copious and forceful as the first, it struck the edge of her upper lip, splattering up and into her nose, coating her lips and pouring into her open mouth. She choked as the sudden mouthful of cum caught her by surprise, her cousin’s molten seed making her taste buds light up with the salty, musky flavor of pure manliness, and struggled to suck a breath in through her nose, only to find the thick, sticky cream had filled her nose as well. She couldn’t breathe. She was drowning. Drowning in cum. Drowning in John’s thick, hot, potent, salty, delicious, creamy cum-

Dani stiffened suddenly, shaking violently as an orgasm struck her like a fist to the gut, raw pleasure suddenly exploding in her core, a violent ecstasy ripping through her, overloading her mind and body with sensation. Her muscles locked up, pulling tight as she shook in the grip of her climax, her arms curling slightly, unintentionally aiming the throbbing, bucking cum-cannon down further and further as it continued to fire, spurts of cum coating her chin, her neck, and finally her chest, blasting her thin tank top with thick ropes of cum until it was completely soaked through, clinging to her perky breasts. All throughout, Dani was lost and shuddering with pleasure, her senses smothered by a thick layer of potent seed… all except touch. She could feel each time his cock throbbed in her hands, feel each shot that splattered against her skin, feel him paint her entire front half pearly white, and each hot, wet, forceful impact against her skin sent another shockwave of pleasure rippling through her.

Dani’s lungs were starting to burn by the time John’s balls were finally empty, and as those last drops of cum dripped onto her thighs, Dani suddenly slumped, letting go of John’s cock as her arms went limp, like a puppet with its strings cut. There was a moment of near silence, John quietly panting for breath after unleashing that massive load, and then, a quiet gulp, followed by a desperate gasp. Dani shot back up, face coated in a thick mask of john’s thick, creamy cum, her now-empty mouth open wide, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Slowly, her hands came up, roaming to her chest, squishing into the cum-soaked material of her tank top and giving a ragged moan as she rubbed it against her skin, feeling the warm, wet material drag over her rock-hard nipples.

Christina stared at her youngest daughter as she soaked in John’s cum and bit her lip, torn. On one hand, she knew she should be angry. She’d been very clear, Dani was too young, even if only by a couple weeks, and both she and John had disobeyed her. The triplets, she didn’t mind seeing like this, they reminded her so much of herself, with bodies made for sex, bodies that craved it, but Dani… she couldn’t help but think of her as an innocent little girl. And yet, here she was, completely soaked in John’s cum and obviously loving every second of it, just like her sisters did… just like she did. A shiver ran down her spine. He’d turned her little girl into another little slut eager to serve his fat, teenage cock, just like he’d made the rest of his daughters into his fucktoys, just like he’d turned her into the kind of woman who would get wet at the thought of her own daughters worshipping his fat, throbbing fucktool… Just like he turned every woman he met into a drooling, whimpering, cock-hungry bitch. Deep down, she’d always known this would happen someday, that Dani would join his ever-growing harem. It was just… inevitable.


Christina tongue peeked out, subconsciously licking all around her full, pink lips. “...I hope you saved some for the rest of us.” She finally muttered as she crawled beneath the table, toward her still-moaning daughter.

Saturday, March 31, 2018

Bibiana's Bargain, P. 3

[pre-story]Glorious girly goblin goodness and ferocious futa fiend fun!

As always, if you like that you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Bibiana’s Bargain, Part 3

The baron’s bedroom- well, Bibiana’s bedroom, now- was as richly appointed as one might expect. The baron had filled the space with reminders of his own wealth and power, gold, silver, jewels, exotic woods, and portraits of himself, looking significantly taller, thinner, and with more hair than the reality Bibiana was more familiar with. A magic fireplace burned eternally at one end of the room, filling the space with warmth and making the riches around the room gleam and sparkle. Above the mantle hung a wyvern’s head, its scaly maw frozen in an eternal, ferocious snarl, far more menacing than the sleeping expression it’d worn when his hired mage had stopped its heart. And, of course, what luxuriously appointed bedroom would be complete without an opulent bed? A massive four-poster bed sat in the middle of the space, big enough to sleep a dozen goblins easily, covered in wine-red sheets of finest silk, with matching gauzy curtains tied to the posts at each corner.

Friday, February 9, 2018

Happy Birthday: Ch. 5

[pre-story]Shhh, nobody tell patreon.
But seriously, considering some of the other writers I follow have been posting 'family-oriented' stuff without issue, I think it's reasonably safe to continue this story. Which is good, because I've already got ch. 6 done, so you shouldn't have to wait long for more! Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
As always, if you like my stories, [redacted][/pre-story]

Happy Birthday Ch. 5 

Abby and Betty shared a quick glance and a playful grin, the redheaded sisters thinking alike without needing to say a word. Together they lunged for John hungrily, the two triplets dropping to all fours on the bed as they threw themselves at the half-yard of steel-hard cock jutting from his hips. Cherry moaned softly from below, weakly continuing to rub the massive load of creamy cum John had plastered her with into her massive, freckled tits, the basketball-sized melons soon glistening with his sticky seed. Her younger sister chewed her lip enviously as she watched from the doorframe, one hand having slipped into her fluffy pink pajama bottoms, the movement of her knuckles visible through the fabric.  Meanwhile her elder sisters opened their mouths, extended their tongues, and looked up at John with playfully-gleaming emerald eyes as they pressed their tongues together, side by side, and flattened them against his looming monolithic member. Holding his gaze, the sisters slid up his shaft together, gathering up the stream of thick spunk that drooled down along his bulging cum-channel between them, his pearly cream pooling on their tongues as they climbed his length, until they reached the swollen, gleaming cockhead. They didn’t let a single drop escape as they leaned in, sealing their plush pink lips together over his gleaming crown, their tongues rolling wildly in their mouths as they savored his musky flavor, wet, pink muscles flicking over the smooth surface of his crown as they did.

Friday, September 1, 2017

The Jock and the Sissy


[pre-story]So, this happened. I was originally intending this to be last month's 'free' musing. Then I was just gonna double up and have it count as both last month's and this month's. Now here we are, and it can only be called a full-on chapter.
Mostly, I just wanted to try writing something new, something I hadn't tried before, and I've have a lot of requests for gay stuff. Personally, I consider myself like, a 1 or a 2 on the Kinsey scale, but I've never felt particularly inspired to write about male-on-male stuff, and, obviously, the market leans toward straight stuff. But then I started writing, and the story just kept coming! Inspiration is a fickle mistress.
As always, if you like what you see [redacted]! 
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!

WARNING: If you couldn't guess, this story is about two dudes gettin' it on, so if you're not interested, avert your eyes now.[/pre-story]

The Jock and the Sissy 

At first glance, Brad looked like the stereotypical dumb jock, with a looming, six-eight, musclebound body, broad shoulders usually draped in a loose-fitting jersey, short-buzzed black hair, a square jaw with perpetual stubble and a heavy brow that made him look like vaguely caveman-ish. But appearances are often deceiving. While he wasn’t particularly smart (or, at least, didn’t consider himself to be), he thought of himself as a rather accepting, progressive sort of guy, a counterpoint to the stereotypical homophobic bully jock. Unfortunately, in his smallish, semi-rural town, he was definitely the exception to the rule, and the rest of the football team was more than happy to live up to that expectation. Though, they quickly learned that Brad wouldn’t tolerate bullying in his presence, and he was big and strong enough to make the fight not worth it, even for a group of them.

That wasn’t to say they didn’t do any bullying. Brad couldn’t be everywhere at once, after all. There was one target in particular the team loved to pick on when Brad wasn’t around. Sam. Short and slim, with mid-length tousled brown hair, even though he was a fellow senior it was easy enough to mistake him for a freshman… or a girl, if you looked at him from the back. It turned out he had some sort of medical thing where he didn’t make testosterone right, and by the time he’d found out about it, it was too late, puberty had passed him by. It left him looking, well… girly. Barely any muscle, almost no body hair, and a face that tread the line between ‘childish’ and ‘feminine’.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

The Jock and the Sissy [Preview]

[pre-story]So, this happened. I was originally intending this to be last month's 'free' musing. Then I was just gonna double up and have it count as both last month's and this month's. Now here we are, and it can only be called a full-on chapter.
Mostly, I just wanted to try writing something new, something I hadn't tried before, and I've have a lot of requests for gay stuff. Personally, I consider myself like, a 1 or a 2 on the Kinsey scale, but I've never felt particularly inspired to write about male-on-male stuff, and, obviously, the market leans toward straight stuff. But then I started writing, and the story just kept coming! Inspiration is a fickle mistress.
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy.
WARNING: If you couldn't guess, this story is about two dudes gettin' it on, so if you're not interested, avert your eyes now.
[redacted] [/pre-story]

At first glance, Brad looked like the stereotypical dumb jock, with a looming, six-eight, musclebound body, broad shoulders usually draped in a loose-fitting jersey, short-buzzed black hair, a square jaw with perpetual stubble and a heavy brow that made him look like vaguely caveman-ish. But appearances are often deceiving. While he wasn’t particularly smart (or, at least, didn’t consider himself to be), he thought of himself as a rather accepting, progressive sort of guy, a counterpoint to the stereotypical homophobic bully jock. Unfortunately, in his smallish, semi-rural town, he was definitely the exception to the rule, and the rest of the football team was more than happy to live up to that expectation. Though, they quickly learned that Brad wouldn’t tolerate bullying in his presence, and he was big and strong enough to make the fight not worth it, even for a group of them.

That wasn’t to say they didn’t do any bullying. Brad couldn’t be everywhere at once, after all. There was one target in particular the team loved to pick on when Brad wasn’t around. Sam. Short and slim, with mid-length tousled brown hair, even though he was a fellow senior it was easy enough to mistake him for a freshman… or a girl, if you looked at him from the back. It turned out he had some sort of medical thing where he didn’t make testosterone right, and by the time he’d found out about it, it was too late, puberty had passed him by. It left him looking, well… girly. Barely any muscle, almost no body hair, and a face that tread the line between ‘childish’ and ‘feminine’.

Sam was an easy target for bullies, but thankfully, he had Brad on his side. Ever since freshman year, when Brad had stepped in to stop a couple varsity players from beating him up, Sam had been following him around like a lost puppy. The team didn’t bully him when they were together, and Brad didn’t mind his presence (or help with his math homework). At first, they weren’t really friends, just sorta stuck together, but over time they’d bonded. Turned out sports weren’t so boring to watch once you actually understood what was going on, and once he got over his initial hesitation, Brad discovered he actually really liked anime (though he preferred dubs, the philistine).

Unfortunately for Sam, Brad wasn’t always there. When he’d been called out of lunch to go talk with Coach Holland about a scholarship, Sam knew he was in trouble. When the team closed in on him from all sides, like a pack of wolves, his suspicions were proven right. Jeff had thrown his arm around Sam’s shoulders and smiled and laughed like they were old friends as he guided the smaller boy out into the hall, the rest of the team falling in around them once they were away from the watchful eyes of the teachers. Soon the mask of friendliness was gone, and he was being forcefully led through the halls and outside into the rain-soaked grass, the team forming a living wall of cover to hide him as they dragged him around behind the gym, where the new equipment building was being built.

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Tuesday, August 1, 2017

[Musing] A Class of Their Own

[pre-story] [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

A Class of Their Own

“Hyper-pubescence is a hormonal condition affecting approximately 1% of US children today. The true cause of the condition is yet to be proven, but many scientists blame the hormones used in farming to make livestock more productive. The condition is treatable if detected before puberty, but once puberty begins, it cannot be treated. Upon entering puberty, patients experience dramatic development of primary sex characteristics and some secondary sex characteristics, as well as extreme sexual cravings, but often experience delayed, or at least dramatically slowed development of the majority of secondary sex characteristics…”

“Miss Takahashi?” A small voice spoke up.

Yumi looked up from the textbook she was reading from with a sigh. “Yes, Josh?”

“Can I be excused to the bathroom? And Cathy, too?” He asked.

Yumi sighed again, shaking her head. “You may go, but Cathy will have to wait until you bring back the hall pass.” She replied. “You know the rules.”

“Aww...” Josh whined as he stood up from his seat and walked up to Ms. Takahashi’s desk. Yumi shook her head. The boy certainly didn’t LOOK eighteen, but he sure as hell acted like it. He was only about five feet tall, with a wiry build, a childish face, short, messy, sandy blonde hair and big, innocent-looking green eyes. Of course, he looked innocent at first glance, until you noticed the vaguely-predatory way he looked at girls, the subtle smirk at the corner of his lips, and the massive, unmistakable bulge of his groin. It looked like he’d stuffed a grapefruit into the crotch of his pants, along with some manner of enormous sausage which snaked down his thigh almost to his knee, straining at the material.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

By The Horns: Ch. 5, P. 2

[pre-story]I decided to break the main part of the chapter up into two parts, because holy fuck this is getting to be massive. If you add up all parts I've written so far, it's about 18k words, and I'm still only like half-done with the last part. I feel a lot less guilty about posting this part than I did about the first one, because this one is definitely sexy. I can't say exactly when the last part will come out, my productivity has been just all over the place lately,  but I'll be working hard to get it finished (also, got me some new pills that should help), and I'm really, really hoping I can get it done in time to post it this month.
As always, if you like what you see [redacted][/pre-story]

Unlikely Adversaries, Part 2

Rhuno gripped the metal spike in one calloused, three-fingered hand, raised it high, then swung with all his strength, bringing it sweeping down into a brutal horizontal stab, driving it deep into the tough material and giving it a sharp twist at the end. Then he let go, leaving the spike planted there, and stepped back, watching with baited breath. Finally, a trickle of amber liquid began to pour forth, and Rhuno laughed, his voice a booming rumble like distant thunder across the plains. Glitz and Ginny both wore expressions of surprise, Ginny’s mixed with glee and Glitz’ with dismay. The tauren wore a broad, triumphant grin as he stepped forward again, reaching out, one hand turning off the spigot he’d just driven in as the other grabbed the first pitcher of pale ale from the freshly-tapped keg.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

By The Horns Ch. 5, P. 2 [Preview]

[pre-story]So, I decided to break the main part of the chapter up into two parts, because holy fuck this is getting to be massive. If you add up all parts I've written so far, it's about 18k words, and I'm still only like half-done with the last part. I feel a lot less guilty about posting this part than I did about the first one, because this one is definitely sexy. I can't say exactly when the last part will come out, my productivity has been just all over the place lately,  but I'll be working hard to get it finished (also, got me some new pills that should help), and I'm really, really hoping I can get it done in time to post it this month.
[redacted][/pre-story]

Unlikely Adversaries, Part 2 [Preview]

Rhuno gripped the metal spike in one calloused, three-fingered hand, raised it high, then swung with all his strength, bringing it sweeping down into a brutal horizontal stab, driving it deep into the tough material and giving it a sharp twist at the end. Then he let go, leaving the spike planted there, and stepped back, watching with baited breath. Finally, a trickle of amber liquid began to pour forth, and Rhuno laughed, his voice a booming rumble like distant thunder across the plains. Glitz and Ginny both wore expressions of surprise, Ginny’s mixed with glee and Glitz’ with dismay. The tauren wore a broad, triumphant grin as he stepped forward again, reaching out, one hand turning off the spigot he’d just driven in as the other grabbed the first pitcher of pale ale from the freshly-tapped keg.

Ginny stepped forward too, marvelling at the barrel, one small hand coming up to touch the rough oak surface. “Looks like you lost, Glitz!”

Glitz' expression turned to one of amused, begrudging acceptance as she reached into her pocket, but Rhuno simply grinned. “I warned you, I used to do it all the time! Made a lot of gold off new crusaders with that trick. Not a lot to do in northrend except fight and drink.” He added, leaning against a wall as he raised the pitcher to his lips and took a swig.

When Rhuno lowered the pitcher again, the foam clung to his upper lip in a pale moustache. Glitz giggled a bit as she fished out a coin and flipped it haphazardly in Rhuno’s general direction. The shining disk arced gracefully through the air, only to land with an undignified splash in his pitcher of ale. There was a half a moment of silence, then all three cracked up, giggling and laughing as the golden disk sank through the amber liquid to settle at the bottom.

Ginny shook her head as the giggle-fit wore off. “Ohh, wow… I think finding that funny means I’m officially drunk.”

Glitz giggled again, shaking her head. “How can somebody with ‘Gin’ in their name be such a lightweight?”

“Hey!” Ginny objected as she poured herself another gnome-sized glass of ale. “First…” She began, gesturing at the two now-empty kegs that had preceded this one. “...That’s a lot of alcohol! And second, Ginnfizzle is a perfectly normal name that has nothing to do with alcohol! My mom was named Ginnfizzle!” She explained, then paused, looking thoughtful, before muttering “...Though, grandpa did own a bar, and she was working there when dad met her...”

Glitz giggled uncontrollably at that revelation, tipping backward until she fell off her stool, hitting the floor with a dull thump, still laughing. “A bar wench! YOU’RE a bar wench’s daughter? Fuck, the apple must’ve rolled a LONG way from the tree!”

“Mom was NOT a bar-wench!” Ginny pouted, then paused, the full comment percolating through the haze of alcohol. “...Hey, wait, what’s that supposed to mean?”

Glitz wiped at the corners of her eyes as she pushed herself up off the floor. “Ginny. Honey.” She began. “You know yer shit with machines and wires an’ crap, sure… but you are SO stiff and awkward.” She explained.

“I’m not stiff!” Ginny objected, planting her hands on her hips as she scowled at Glitz, looking inescapably like a child mid-tantrum.

Glitz shook her head as she sat up fully. “Yer stiff as a board right now! You talk stiff, you walk stiff, you act stiff! You’d be a terrible bar wench!” Glitz replied. “Wenches gotta be relaxed, they gotta be flexible, an’ graceful, an’ sexy! Like dancers, but they gotta talk to people too.” She explained, sagely, giving her arms an illustrative wiggle.

“I am NOT stiff!” Ginny reiterated, scowling a little harder. “Look!” She exclaimed, lifting her mostly-full glass to her lips and chugging its contents, before slamming the empty vessel down on the table.
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Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Musing: Thirsty Work

[pre-story]I'm finally back to work! This one ran a little longer than I planned, but thankfully not so long as to be broken in two.  Not sure where the idea came from, but it sprang into being with title and concept fully formed. The story mentions bestiality a couple times, but it's not really delved into in detail, so, if you're not into that, just, you know, be warned. [redacted]Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

My name is Rebecca, and I’m addicted to cum.

I almost wish it were drugs, just because it would be SO much easier to explain. Also, it’d be less of a temptation during the day. Let me try to explain my situation a little bit. I work at a scientific facility, where we study reproduction. My official job title is ‘associate collection specialist’, which basically translates to ‘dick-milker’. Sperm doesn’t tend to last very long outside the body, so we always need fresh samples. Usually, I work with animals, because they really can’t get themselves off, but sometimes I work with humans, when ‘the magazines aren’t enough’. Most of them just want a girl to stroke them off. I’d call them perverts, but I don’t really have a leg to stand on, there. Anyways, when the scientists need sperm, it’s my job to get it.

When first I started working there, I was very clinical, very detached. It’s not sexual, it’s a medical procedure, I just need to extract sperm, right? But once I got used to it… I started to have problems. Cum smells. You probably knew that, but did you know different kinds of cum have different smells? I do. When you milk dicks all day, every day, you become intimately familiar with the subtle distinctions in scent between different sources of cum. You can’t escape the smell, either. It fills the room, it clings to you, and if you breath through your mouth for too long, you start to taste it. Medical face masks are really more to stop stuff from splattering into your face than to filter out smells.

Thing is… I started to like it. I got REALLY good at handjobs, and I began to figure out what different regulars liked. I would catch myself fondling balls, squeezing them, weighing the big ones in my palms. I would find myself panting after an extraction, mouth open just enough to let the scent cling to my tongue. I would spot wet spots on my panties when I took bathroom breaks. I tried to transfer to a new position once I realized what was happening, but what was I supposed to tell my bosses? I was enjoying it too much? I probably could have gotten the transfer if I’d kept trying, but… I just couldn’t convince myself to file the paperwork again.

I’m not sure what it is about cum that gets me so worked up. It doesn’t matter who, or what, it’s from… most of the time. It’s something primitive, primal, in the back of my mind. When I make a subject cum, I feel accomplished, like, ‘I did that, I made this happen, this is my reward’. It sends a shiver down my spine, and my pussy gets wet just thinking about a cock, throbbing, pulsing, with big, fat balls pulled up tight against the base, great big streamers of hot, pearly cum shooting from the swollen tip over and over and over again…

Ahem. Anyways. It was getting worse and worse. One day, though, it all came to a head. Pun not intended. I’d been in the stable all morning with hardly any breaks, collecting samples from the genetically modified horses. Those studs are… either the best or the worst, depending on how guilty I feel. They’re all huge, powerful animals, with cocks as long as my arm, balls like grapefruit, and their cum, oh, lord, their cum. They cum almost violently, shooting cups of some of the thickest, richest, creamiest cum I’ve ever encountered, filling the whole room with that mind-numbing musky scent... Plus, each stud’s first load of the day isn’t valid for study, so it normally just gets disposed of… which means nobody goes looking for it when it goes missing. If I play my cards right I can get nearly a full gallon of stallion-spunk over the course of a day. It goes down like a salty, musky milkshake...

Fuck. Anyways. Back on track. After… that, all morning, my panties were soaked, but there was a human subject that ‘needed a hand’ waiting, and none of the other ‘collection specialists’ were willing to handle him, so I couldn’t exactly go take care of it. So, I headed down to the collection room, resigning myself to squeezing a load out of whatever guy was so repulsive/scary the others wouldn’t take care of him… I don’t know exactly what I was expecting when I walked in, but… I was not expecting this guy. White guy, a little older than usual, maybe mid-thirties, but HUGE. In more ways than one. More than six feet tall, for sure, with broad, square shoulders, arms like tree trunks, eight-pack abs… The guy was layered with rippling muscle from head to toe. He’s handsome, too, short black hair, strong jaw, intense, icy blue eyes… But I didn’t ever register he HAD a face that first time. No, my eyes found the monster between his thighs first, and staunchly refused to look anywhere else after that.

And it WAS a monster, no doubt about it. I had to measure it later, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget the numbers. Eighteen-and-one-eighth fucking inches long, and thirteen-and-thirteen-sixteenths inches in circumference at the midpoint. For comparison, that’s slightly bigger, in both length and thickness, than my calf. I’m talking HUGE. And his balls! Like fucking oranges, hanging low and fat in his sack, seemingly heavy with cum… I eventually realized I was staring, but I still couldn’t keep my eyes off it, so I basically ended up doing half my whole ‘Hello, Sir, my name is Rebecca, I’m here to help you blah blah blah, if you have a latex allergy blah blah blah…’ deal directly to his cock. I only vaguely heard the affirmative in his response before I got my whole routine started.

Facemask. Gloves. Measuring tape. Collection vessel. He actually stopped me there and told me I’d need something bigger. Now, I know neither penis or testicle size are directly correlated to seminal volume, but for some reason, looking at that monster, I believed him, so I fished out an unused stallion collection vessel from my bag to use instead. I could barely look away from that cock the entire time. It was almost hypnotic. It certainly didn’t help that I was already weak-in-the-knees horny when I walked in.

Then it was time for the real thing. I laid out my kneeler on the floor and settled in at his feet as professionally as one could while staring transfixed at a cock. He couldn’t see my mouth hanging open in awe behind the face-mask, but I’m pretty sure he got the general impression of my feelings toward that cock from my eyes alone. Finally, I reached up and touched it. The gloves felt like they weren’t even there, I could feel the heat, the power as it bucked at my touch... There was something distinctly erotic about the contrast between my coffee-colored skin and that monstrous marble monolith. My hand seemed so small compared to it, I’d never even seen a cock too big to close my hand around, but this beast, my fingers barely even made it halfway around.

Stroking that monster off was next to impossible. I was supposed to keep one hand free to keep the collector in place, but the shaft was too big around for me to hold it securely with one hand. I had to get creative. I slipped the vessel between my thighs and squeezed them around it to hold it in place as I gripped that glorious cum-cannon with both hands and began to stroke it in earnest. I was practically drooling into my mask, It was just SO big, SO hot, SO hard! I could feel the monster pulsing, bucking with each beat of his heart, threatening to pull itself from my grip every time.

Straining to keep that beast under control as I stroked and milked it was making my arms burn, but I didn’t care. I was practically in a trance as I jerked his length. Looking at the clock afterward told me I spent nearly half and hour stroking that fucking monster, but at the time, it felt like it could just have easily have been hours or minutes before that beastly shaft began to buck and throb even more violently. I knew exactly what that meant, and my hands began to move even faster, all the while struggling to lever the fearsome monster down and aim the tip at the mouth of the collection vessel.

That cock ERUPTED. It almost seemed to rumble as those big, fat balls tightened and the cum-channel bulged, before it gave a violent lurch that ripped it from my hands and aimed that swollen, gleaming tip directly at my face. White-hot molten lust blasted forth like th spray from a firehose, hitting me directly in the face with incredible force, splattering out from the point of impact to cover my glasses and my face-mask in a thick, creamy, gooey layer of spunk. I was caked in the stuff, blinded by the sheer volume of spunk that covered my glasses and was rapidly oozing down from my forehead to glue my eyelids shut. It was so hot, so thick, and it smelled so fucking intense… Every breath through the mask was choked with the potent, musky scent of his cum. I’m pretty sure I had a tiny orgasm right there.

I was barely aware of what I was doing, but apparently, some part of me still wanted to do my job. I reached down, grabbing the vessel and bringing it up, blindly trying to find the tip of his cock with the mouth of it. Thankfully, he was helpful, even in the moment, guiding my hand and the vessel into place as his monster cock fired its second oversized salvo. All I could do was kneel there, blind and half-drowning in cum, my face completely soaked in his hot, creamy load, holding the vessel in place as I felt it grow heavier and heavier with each immense blast of cum, my pussy twitching in time with the spurting cum. I’d completely soaked through my panties, I found the wet spot on the crotch of my pants later.

When he was finally finished, I remember taking off my mask and glasses and struggling to clean off my face with the tissues already in the room. Then I mumbled something about delivering the sample, sealed the almost-overflowing vessel, and exited the room. I was weak-kneed and wobbly on my feet, I must have looked completely wasted as I walked down the hall and stumbled into the bathroom. I wasn’t thinking, clearly, my mind was a muddled mess, but something else was in control and it knew exactly what it needed. I pushed into a stall and sat down on a toilet, the vessel still in hand.

One hand immediately went down, tearing blindly at my belt, my eyes locked on the full vessel in front of me, marvelling at the sheer volume of cum. Not even the horses filled these things that full. As the belt came undone, my hand moved on, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, giving itself room to work when It plunged down between my belly and my completely soaked panties. With one thumb, I popped the lid on the vessel, ruining the sample and instantly filling the air with the thick scent of cum. I didn’t care, I simply brought the vessel up to my face and drew in a deep breath through my nose, filling my brain with the intoxicating scent as three fingers plunged between my tender lips, there was no need for foreplay or warm-up, I was already INSANELY turned on. I sniffed again, and again, inhaling the musky essence of manhood as my fingers pumped in and out and in and out of my pussy over and over.

I could barely stifle my moans. I knew this was just so wrong, on so many levels, but I just couldn’t stop. I needed that cum, and I needed to cum. That was the moment where I stepped over the line. My lips parted as I whimpered with pleasure, and I could taste the scent of his cum on my tongue. I didn’t even hesitate. I brought the vessel to my lips, threw my head back, and drowned my tongue in a stranger’s cum. The taste, the texture, the lingering heat… the moment it touched my tongue, I came. I came like I never came before. I thought I was going to break a finger as my pussy clamped down and my mind swam in a sea of cum. I swallowed in my orgasmic haze, and felt the thick, creamy treat slide down my throat, coating it, before finally pooling in my stomach. I filled my mouth with another load of spunk and swallowed that too, my body trembling in pleasure the entire time. The vessel seemed endless, the was just so much cum, and each gulp of jizz made my orgasm drag on, the pleasure lingering as I savored the studly spunk.

It was only when the orgasm was over that I realized the cum had run out, that the vessel was empty. My tongue lolled mindlessly out, swirling through the clinging cream around the entrance to the vessel, savoring the sticky seed. I pulled my hand from my panties, my fingers soaked in my nectar, and gave one last swallow before my mind rebooted and I realized the gravity of the situation. I’d just destroyed the sample! The man was on the logs, and there was no way in hell I could get away with just saying he failed to cum after spending that long in the room alone with him. I was on the edge of panic as I frantically straightened my clothes and hair before bolting from the restroom, discarding the vessel in a biohazard bin as I passed, and pushed into the sample room once again.

The guy looked surprised, pausing as he pulled his shirt on again, his perfect fucking cock still hard as steel, pinned against his rugged abs by the waistband of his boxers. I swallowed. There was only one way to get out of this situation and still have a job. “I’m, uh, I’m very sorry, sir, but I’m going to need another sample.” I explained. Then I looked at that cock again, and I lied. “The… um… the first sample collected is often unusable, you see. Yes, the- the sperm is older, so, uh, it’s… it’s better to make sure it’s fresh. So, um, don’t be surprised if this happens again.”

I didn’t bother with the mask and gloves that time, or any of the sessions after that. At first, I tried to be sneaky about what I was doing with the ‘unusable’ sample. I think it was during the fifth session that I just gave up and chugged the sample right in front of him. In the seventh, I didn’t even bother with a vessel for the first load, I simply wrapped my lips around the tip and drank his load straight from the source. Since then, I’ve been sucking the first load out of him. I started sucking off the horses soon after. Sometimes I still milk a load or two out of them and just pour them into a thermos to drink with lunch, but nothing quite beats the taste of cum straight from the tap…

Anyways. That’s my confession. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve had a long day and I have a pint of stallion-spunk waiting for me in the fridge.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Happy Birthday Ch. 3

[pre-story]It. Is. Done! This one nearly killed me. I bit off WAY more than I could chew, as usual, and between writer's block and getting sick, it just... it took forever. I ended up breaking the scenes we had planned for this one into two distinct chapters. Ultimately, it's probably better for it, and the decision let me avoid both stressing myself into an early grave and keeping you all waiting another month.
Anyways, enjoy! If you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Christina’s Turn

John barely had time to yank up his dress shirt and cinch his belt tight, pinning his monstrous, throbbing member against his rugged abs, the flared crown pulsing just short of reaching his powerful pecs, then yank his shirt down again, just in time to conceal the fearsome weapon as he was half-pushed-half-dragged through the ballroom doors and into the parking lot. The night air was cool and quiet, and the ballroom was far enough away from the street to avoid wandering eyes, but still, adding another charge of indecent exposure to his record would rather effectively spoil the celebration. The ABCs whined impatiently, two tugging at his arms while the third pushed him forward from behind, the identical, incorrigible redheaded triplets eager to start a night with their favorite cousin. He probably could have planted his feet, stopped himself, and taken the time to properly conceal his monolithic cock, but three sets of big, round, emerald-green puppy-dog eyes and big, round, freckle-dusted basketball-sized tits, half-bursting out of tight, backless emerald gowns, were very persuasive. Together, the triplets guided their studly cousin across the parking lot, toward a big green SUV sitting on the asphalt.

John heard the hurried clacking of heels on pavement behind him and twisted in the triplets’ grip, catching sight of Aunt Christina rushing to catch up. The mature, copper-haired beauty was elegant as always, somehow managing to make her rushed pace look smooth and graceful, purposeful and controlled as a queen striding through her court. That is, if you ignored the way her titanic tits shook and wobbled with each stride, her diamond-hard nipples threatening to come bouncing out of her emerald dress with every step. And the way her thighs and fingers glistened, slick with her own womanly nectar. And the way her knees trembled just the tiniest bit as nearly a half-gallon of her nephew’s thick, creamy cum sloshed in her belly.

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Project Stud: Ch. 2

[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, finally! This chapter's been in the works for AGES, it feels like. It was planned out more than a year ago, and I started actually working on it like three months ago. Unfortunately, the project got heavily delayed due to some real-life interference (if you want to know the details, [redacted] you can just message me however you want, if you're curious), but thankfully, the commissioner (Iceman 77) is eternally patient. I actually had a whole lot of fun writing this one! When I actually got the chance to write it flowed beautifully, no stops, no stalls, no agonizing over decisions... 
As always, [redacted] Anyways, I really hope you enjoy, I certainly did![/pre-story]

Chapter 2: The Confession


Jessica narrowed her eyes as she leaned forward, hands planted on the table, staring intensely down at the scroll before her, carefully inspecting each and every line of ink. Andrew hovered nearby, the hulking minotaur standing back and to the side, his hands folded behind his back as he chewed his lower lip anxiously. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife, the usually-quiet workshop dead silent. Even ever-diligent Alexandra found her attention drawn away from the crystal she was infusing to await the verdict with baited breath.


Finally, the silence broke when Jessica let out a sigh, straightening up once again and turning on on her heel to face Andrew, brow furrowed. “Your air runes are still too rigid. You have to let the brush flow, you can’t write every element like you do earth…” She chided, then paused, her shoulders relaxing a fraction. “But... you’re getting much better. I know it’s hard to work against your affinity, and you’ve made a lot of progress.” She added, reassuringly, before turning back to the scroll and giving it one final look. “This will work, though it won’t last as long…” She muttered, suddenly grabbing the scroll and giving it back to Andrew. “Go set up the scribes, and then you’re dismissed for the evening.” She ordered.

Thursday, September 1, 2016

Musing: Dibella's Gift

[pre-story]Another short patreon musing, this one suggested by Iceman77!  I had fun writing this one! I couldn't decide on the dragonborn at first, but then I had an idea for something new, something to mix things up a bit, and then it all came together. This is my first futa story! I admit, it's a little more difficult to write a futa than I expected, and it probably doesn't help that there were a lot of ladies involved here so pronouns got all mixed up sometimes, but it was interesting. Maybe I'll continue this later on, who knows. Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

“This way.” A priestess in brown robes and a yellow-gold hood and mantle spoke, gesturing the dragonborn to follow her deeper into the temple. The proud imperial woman followed, walking with a confidence forged in dragonfire, passing between a pair of golden statues of the goddess Dibella, her beauty so radiant that even those icons of beauty and womanhood seemed pale by comparison. She was like a dream come to life. Men and women alike lusted over her, over her breasts, perfectly-formed and shapely mounds the size of ripe melons, over her hourglass curves, over her thick, jiggling backside and long, shapely legs. Others envied her for her smooth, pale, flawless skin, her full, plush, pink lips, her regal features, her commanding presence, her subtle strength.  She was dressed lightly, wearing only a knee-length green dress with a slit running up one thigh and a leather corset around her narrow waist, the plunging neckline exposing a deep valley of flawless, creamy cleavage. But despite her beauty, there was a coldness to her, she seemed somehow untouchable, unapproachable, and no matter what brave soul made an advance on her, she always turned them down cold. Her soft leather boots padded across the stone floor, only to suddenly come to a stop as her guide halted in front of a pair of dwemer-made double doors. “In here.” She said, pushing them open.

A Satyr's Sacred Seed- Ch. 1

[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, with a brand-new commission from Galbuscho, featuring a couple of characters you may be familiar with, Varossion the satyr and Alika the enirii! I’m not gonna lie, this one gave me a lot of trouble, but once I stopped trying to force it to match up with my initial plans, I had a lot of fun with it. This is part one, so there should be more of this sooner or later, provided the commissioner sticks around. This is kind of a successor to the story The First Kiss of the Life Seed, so if you want to see a little more of Alika, go check it out!

As always, if you like what you see [redacted]

Content Warnings: Impossible anatomy (huge cock, excessive cum), ball worship, cum-play[/pre-story]

Chapter 1: Seeking a Sweeter Satyr

The cool morning air of the glade was was still, silent but for the songs of birds and the buzz of insects, the soft, emerald grass glistening with a fresh coat of morning dew in the golden shafts of sunlight filtering down through the canopy above. This was a sacred place, where the Shrouded Woods thinned, the towering trees and dense underbrush kept at bay by the will of the Green God, leaving a pristine glade where the Enirii could perform their most sacred rites. All around the edges of the space, like silent wardens watching over the glade, stood a ring of ancient stone statues, all different sizes, some depicting curvaceous, womanly figures, fertile bellies swollen with the gift of life, others depicted strong, masculine figures with goatlike legs and crowns of antlers, wielding unyielding erections, while still others were simpler, towering monoliths of virility, carved stone phalluses that would never soften. Flowering vines wound over the stone surfaces, embracing the fertile female and virile male icons, and climbing up the masculine pillars like bulging veins. Atop each icon, there sat a wreath of fresh flowers, tokens of faith from the Greenleaf tribe that frequented the glade.

The undergrowth at the edge of the glade rustled, a curtain of leaves parting as a youthful, womanly figure tentatively emerged into the open space. She was nude but for her beaded jewelry, every inch of her soft, curvaceous form on full display, much of her flawless honey-tan skin tattooed a warm, earthy red, tribal patterns in the ink depicting leaves, flowers, sprouting seeds, suns, moons, and flames. A river of chestnut-brown hair flowed behind her, cascading down her shoulders and back, almost to her generous backside. The curtain of hair was held back out of her face by the ceremonial crown of leaves she wore, a woven circlet held together by a tiny statuette of feminine fertility, much like the ones ringing the the glade. She had no need for modesty, her body was a vision of perfection from head to toe. Her legs were strong and shapely, widening from small, delicate feet to thick, creamy thighs. Her hips were wide, generous by almost any measure, supporting the swaying, jiggling twin globes of a simply mouth-watering ass, and bearing a dense bush of soft chestnut-brown hair just above her womanhood, a thicket never trimmed or shaved, but naturally well-contained, leaving the lips of her womanhood soft and smooth. Her figure tapered sharply at the waist, only to widen out once more at the chest, giving her a clear hourglass shape. But above all else, her breasts were her most spectacular feature, mounds easily the size of ripe grapefruit and yet still flawless, standing proudly on her chest, the pillow-soft peaks capped with long, thick, dusky pink nipples that practically begged to be sucked. Young she may be, but there was no mistake, everything about her screamed that she was a woman, ripe and ready for breeding.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

A Satyr's Sacred Seed: Ch. 1 [preview]

[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, with a brand-new commission from Galbuscho, featuring a couple of characters you may be familiar with, Varossion the satyr and Alika the enirii! I’m not gonna lie, this one gave me a lot of trouble, but once I stopped trying to force it to match up with my initial plans, I had a lot of fun with it. This is part one, so there should be more of this sooner or later, provided the commissioner sticks around. This is kind of a successor to the story The First Kiss of the Life Seed, so if you want to see a little more of Alika, go check it out!

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Anyways, read on and enjoy!

Content warnings: ball worship, excessive cum, cum-play.[/pre-story]