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Chapter 8: Golden Months

The spring semester flew by. I was constantly involved in some kind of kinky escapade or another.

Here was my average routine for the school weekday.

Before School - Wake up, get a ride to school with Adam, usually involving some kind of sex – either at home or in an abandoned parking lot!

During school – Adam and Leslie publicly were a couple, but usually she would see to my attentions during the day at some point in a remote bathroom or empty classroom – it was surprising that we were never caught.

After school – While Adam was at practice, Leslie and I would go shopping or something, ending up back at one of our houses with me buried to the hilt in her in some random room (or outside). Adam would often join us until dinnertime, when we would go home.

After Dinner – Let Adam and Leslie have some time together while I recuperated and did homework (who knows when they did theirs!).

The weekends were usually a marathon, leaving all of us sore and exhausted by Sunday evening!

I had begun to dress better, showing off my colossal tits and small frame. With the constant draining that I was getting, random hard-ons were a rare problem.

On a side note, the changes to my body from all the sex was noticeable. My once tiny pussy lips were now a healthy normal set, but gladly, not the huge flaps that Leslie had developed and hung down her long thighs. Also, my nipples had gotten a little bigger from the daily sucking they got. Most importantly though, my sperm production had greatly increased. I was, on average, letting a load out every 4-6 hours while awake, but any more than 6 hours, my pouch would return, and with it, a monster load. Oh, well.

While it may seem routine, all the fucking that the three of us were doing was still spontaneous. We didn't keep repeatedly getting undressed just out of habit, each and every time it was because one or both people's hormones were raging and only knew one way to fix it – by ending up busting a nut deep inside someone – or in Leslie's case – getting a deep meat injection. But retelling every encounter would get boring to read, so from now on, I’ll just cover the ones that really stand out.

There were a few incidents that really stood out among the rest – all involving people other than my favorite threesome.

1 – Leslie was doing well in school, with her needs being taken care of, she was actually able to get good grades, and make other friends. While she told me about a couple side flings here and there, but generally her reputation at school was good. Surprisingly she consistently wore conservative clothing, well, skin tight, but she rarely showed much skin.

She was able to get a small group of friends at school that she hung out with often in the hallways. Occasionally, she would see them outside of school, but usually not. Two were of interest, the other's would never be interested in me.

The first was a girl named Mindy – a girl that desperately wanted to lose her virginity, but without any emotional baggage of a guy following her around or any other romantic entanglements. Really, she just wanted the first time to be out of the way so she didn't have it weighing her down as she finished high school and went to college. She was about 5'6, smallish boobs (b-cups probably), and an average slim bronzed frame. A cute but unassuming face framed by golden blonde hair that barely reached her shoulders. What she really had going for her was a massive hip-waist ratio – her waist was a thin 22 inches and her hips flared out to 38 inches. She had a huge ass, an otherwise thin girl with a good ghetto booty. Just her walking was a sight, her broad hips just rolled around below her belly button, she naturally walked like a belly dancer moves! Also, from behind, her big butt danced around with just a casual walk, she really was a head turner. Just hearing about here stats from Leslie had be salivating – no more confusion for me, I was definitely becoming bisexual!

Anyway, Leslie told me shortly before spring break that she had told Mindy about a guy that she knew that was coming into town for a day that had a huge cock and wouldn't mind helping her out. Leslie got her to agree that it was best that they didn't have the comfort of feeling each other or any other kind of contact that generates emotions, meaning that I could bang her without her knowing that I was (mostly) a girl. On that Saturday night, the two of them were just going to hang out at Leslie's, and drink, waiting for her 'friend'. Leslie's plan was to get her pretty drunk first.

Hearing the plan was getting me excited, and Leslie and I had to take care of matters at hand before making further plans.

Flipping my hardening cock out of my tight underwear, allowing it to push up my skirt, I pushed Leslie's thin white pants down past her knees and pushed her over the arm of the couch. Slamming into her with enough force to make her yelp, I started reaming her without any buildup. The thought of fucking a new girl had gotten me worked up and with an a****l-like grunt I blew my load deep inside her in a couple minutes, barely getting her a chance to orgasm once herself.

Hearing her mom pulling into the driveway, I quickly shoved her fat labia into her pussy to stop the flood of my cum from spilling out. Pulling up her panties and pants, I then tucked my softening cock back into my underwear, and we were just finishing up as her mom walked in.

Her mom asked us to help with groceries, no problem for me, but I could see Leslie was having problems. She was walking a little bow-legged, I guess the feeling of her excess flesh shoved up inside of her was uncomfortable. When her mom wasn’t looking, she quickly undid her pants, slipped a hand down her pants, and I saw her adjust her lips.

A look of satisfaction went across her face as she finished adjusting, and she convulsed slightly as she pulled her hand back out, grazing her clit. She finished buttoning up right before her mom came back out of the kitchen.

I giggled to myself as I saw Leslie look down in horror as she realized why I had down that to her. Her crotch quickly became translucent with our combined juices running out of her pussy. The thin white material was now completely see through and stuck to her lips, giving her a camel toe that could be seen for miles.

“Wanna come upstairs, KC?” she asked desperately, turning away from her mom.

“Sure”. I thought about dragging this out, but with Leslie, turnabout is fair play in her books.

True enough, once in her bedroom, she made me lick up our mess from her thighs before she put on a clean skirt.

We spent the rest of the evening planning for the weekend.

On Saturday evening, I was meant to stay in my room and figure out something appropriate to wear while the two of them got drunk. Well, actually, Leslie wasn’t planning on getting trashed, she wanted to watch.

I started to get ready, ignoring the b**st in between my legs that threatened to get hard whenever I started thinking about what I was in store for.

I put my hair up the best I could, it had to stay out of the way. It was so long, though, that even with most of it secured tightly on my head in a bun, the ends still came down past my ears. Good enough, I thought.

I put on an old sports bra that was almost uncomfortable, but kept my boobs firmly plastered against my chest… from the bottom of my ribcage, around my sides, and up to my collarbone. Over this I put on a tight white t-shirt, and over that I put on one of Adam’s old starched button-up dress shirts.

Feeling myself, I was pretty impressed. On touch alone, my tits were so compressed and contained, combined with the tough starch, that a passing feel would not let someone think I had boobs, just a broad chest (instead of a broad with a chest). On sight, my torso looked barrel chested, with no real contour of breasts.

Next I put on a pair of boxers, and then a loose pair of jeans. I left the shirt untucked, so the length of it would cover my shapely ass.

A look in the mirror confirmed my new look as a dyke – downplaying all my girly features, save my face, and dressing like a man.

Now I just had to wait. It was only about 8 o’clock and who knows how long I would be stuck here. Since I was home alone, I just turned on the tv in the living room and got into some shows.

Hours later, around 11, my cell phone finally beeped. The text message was from Leslie, and all it said was “cum ovr”.

Turning off the television, I scurried over to her back door as planned. Leslie met me there and quietly ushered me in. She was dressed in a flimsy white top that did nothing to hide her bouncing boobs, and a pair of boy panties.

“Okay” She slurred, obviously pretty drunk herself, “She is just about passed out in my bedroom, I got her ready for you.” She giggled.

We crept up to her room, and sure enough, there was Mindy, wearing a long t-shirt and panties, passed out on her stomach. Her huge bubble butt stuck out unnaturally in the dark room in a sharp contrast to her thin torso. As my night vision improved, I saw that her hips were laying on a pillow, propping her ass up even higher.

My dick already hardening, I crawled onto the bed. Leslie laid down at the top of the bed, ready to grab her hands if she tried to reach back and feel me.

Our motions stirred her a little. Through her alcohol filled mind, she asked “Leslie…. is he here yet, I want to get fucked?”

“Yes” Leslie whispered. “He is going to take care of you, just relax and enjoy the ride.”

“Okay, I’ll just lay here”

With that I reached down and pulled her panties off over her fat ass, slowly peeling them down her legs, before flinging them off the bed. I used my knees to pry her legs apart and then using a finger, I found that she was already kinda wet. Not dripping like Leslie and I get, but wet enough to get started. Mindy trembled slightly as my finger touched her.

Staying on my knees, I undid my jeans and whipped my now hard cock out through the hole in my boxers. I lined up my fat cock-head with her small lips and gently pushed.

Nothing. She really was a virgin, I couldn’t even get my dick past her lips. Trying as hard as I could, I just couldn’t get anything in. Mindy was whimpering quietly as my head slid around her small pussy, rubbing her tiny clit. My head looked too big for her. The head was the same length as her entire pussy, lips and all – and was over 3 times wider. I couldn’t see how this was going to work. My heart sank – so close!

Leslie could tell that I was having trouble, so she jumped up and straddled Mindy’s back, facing me. She massaged that gorgeous ass for a minute, even her long hands together couldn’t come close to cupping one cheek. Finally she reached over and pulled apart Mindy’s pussy, working her over, getting her a little wider with each pass of her fingers.

“Okay, now try, you big stud”

With that I managed to get my cock-head lodged just inside her lips, with half the width still flaring out. Using all my weight, combined with my hips, I thrust as hard as I could – pushing in the rest of my head in with an audible pop.

Ignoring Mindy’s scream, I tried not to moan myself. It felt like her pussy was going to pop my dick-head like a zit. I sat there for a second, letting both of us get use to the feeling.

Finally, Mindy slurred “Okay, go easy, you’re already making me feel like my pussy is going to rip wide open.”

With Leslie still pulling her ass cheeks apart for me, I started rocking back and forth, pushing in a little further with each movement. After another inch, I felt her maiden-head. Before I could pull back, the sheer size of my dick stretching her out made it rip apart.

“OOOWWW!!!” Mindy screamed again. “Stop, it hurts, oh god that hurts”

Freezing in place for a minute, to let her get use to me again, I just enjoyed the sight of Leslie slowly massaging Mindy’s ass. I felt some movement, and saw that Mindy had one hand underneath her, and was diddling her clit, which was now pressed up against my dick. As she fingered herself, I felt her pussy relax a little.

Feeling a bit more confident in her being able to enjoy this, I resumed my gentle rocking back and forth.

I managed to work in a few more inches before hitting her back wall, making her jerk beneath us. Looking down, I had about half of my cock in her. Man, she was small.

Her hand reached back and felt my dick. When she realized that there was still another 6 inches left outside of her she exclaimed “Fuck, are you trying to fuck me with a baseball bat, I’ll never be able to take all that!” She kept going on about how big I was and how she felt like I was splitting her in two.

Picking up speed in my thrusting, she finally shut up and began moaning.

Man, I wish I could feel her body, but my tiny hands would give me away.

Pretty soon my hips were a blur, pounding her near-virginal cunt with hard rapid 6 inch thrusts before slamming into her cervix. Each thrust made her moan, soon building to a loud yells of pleasure. Good thing we didn’t have to be quiet – this girl was a screamer!

She was still tight as a vise, but wet enough that I could still pummel her. Her clasping cunt felt like it was going to pull my dick off on each out-stroke, and if I kept it still for a second, I could feel both of our heartbeats, she was so tight! Each time I thrust into her, she squeezed my dick enough that I could feel the blood rushing back in once I pulled back out.

Looking down, her lips were paper thin, stretched around my penis. She would definitely be sore tomorrow! Leslie had let go of her ass and had one hand squeezing her tits through her shirt, and the other one buried in her panties, obviously jerking her monster clit off. Her head was rolling around on her shoulders, lost in her own drunken pleasure haze, moaning quietly to herself.

Now that her ass was free to move – and once it did, it never stopped moving. Each thrust made her body lurched forward a little bit. That little bit multiplied in proportion to her butt. The entire mass of her beautiful derriere was bouncing all over. The top of her ass would bounce off her lower back, before bouncing sharply back and making up most of the distance between us still separated by my superfluous length of cock. Each cheek was moving separately, sometimes slapping into each other loudly enough to be heard over Mindy’s screams of pleasure. It was hypnotic, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

Finally, I was snapped out of my daze to…

“Oh OH, what’s happening? OHHHH GOOOODDD!!!!” Mindy yelled at the top of her lungs. I guess she was having her first orgasm. ever. And I was the one to give it to her! The thought made me happy and I wanted to really give her a good fucking before I blew my load.

The problem was her tight cunt was forcing me over the edge without my ability to stop it. Biting my tongue hard to keep from groaning out loud, I let my orgasm shake me to the bone, holding back the torrent of cum for my next one. I had to grab the remaining bit of cock with my hand and squeeze hard at the base to hold back. Damn, this girl’s cunt was giving me more than I could take!

Recovering from my cum, I resumed pounding her small box. I must have loosened her up a bit because I only had about 4 inches left outside of her on my deepest strokes. With determination to bury my entire dick in her I let my hips fly. I was slamming her cervix with such force now, I knew my dick was going to be bruised. As an afterthought, so would she!

She was constantly screaming, and the only way I could tell that she was cumming again was that I could see her thighs and butt vibrating with her spasms.

After that, she died down for a second, whimpering “please, cum in me, I don’t think I can take any more….please cum”.

Leslie, moaned in her own orgasm (not her first) and fell off Mindy, passing out before she hit the bed.

I decided to give her what she wanted. Picking up even more speed until I was a blur, I gave her everything I had. Screaming her head off again, I reached forward and shoved my thumb into her puckered anus, and finally grabbing a handful of her jiggling ass-meat with my other hand. She was too far gone in ecstasy to notice my hand size now. The thumb in her ass set her off again, and I could feel her sphincter contract around me.

Feeling my own orgasm build up again I grabbed her hips as leverage as a body slammed her pussy with every muscle I had. Right before my vision faded for a second, I saw that I only had one inch of my cock left outside of her, as I left it all the way in her.

“I can feel your dick pulsating, Jesus-fucking-Christ, you must be in my womb!” She yelled, as my cock began erupting inside of her. She screamed with each red-hot blast of my baby sauce shooting into her cervix at point blank range.

There was nowhere for it to go but out and each surge of cum shot back out in equal force out of her pussy, like a finger over a garden hose. I pulled out enough that my head barely remained in her and let my cock finish filling her up. Soon, her rapidly closing pussy was full again and my dick-head popped out of her, her lips slow to recover, but beat red and swollen. My dick spewed a few more rivers of cum on her ass, the cum slowly running over the expanse of it.

Since Mindy had also passed out, I took the liberty of massaging my cum into her cheeks, fully enjoying the feel of them. Soft, yet massive, I took my time, stopping about 5 minutes later. I also took the time to cool off. I had never taken off my clothes and was sweating pretty hard.

Still a little hard, I thought about giving her a second round, but decided against it. She was passed out cold, and would already be in a world of hurt tomorrow, having gotten 11 inches of me in her recently virgin pussy.

Instead, I looked at Leslie’s passed out form, snoozing lightly. She wouldn’t mind at all if I gave her a load of my spunk. She was laid down flat on her stomach.

I climbed over to her and pulled her boy-panties down just enough to let me slide my dick into her still soaking wet hole. Her juices squelched up around my cock as I slide deeply into her. I just squatted over her thighs, pointing my dick downwards into her pussy, a good 5 inches wasted from the angle, but oh well, she still felt exquisite. Her pussy was like a warm soft squishy velvet glove in comparison to the super-tight virginal hole I just pounded. Instead of squeezing the life out of me, he pussy gently massaged my dick in her sleep.

I slowly rocked back and forth, letting the gentle fucking slowly build in intensity, until finally I coated her insides with a small load of cum.

Satiated, I pulled her panties back up, covered them both up with the blanket and made my way home.

It was only 12:30, so I went to the hot tub, naked, surprised to find Adam there. Smiling broadly, we enjoyed ourselves for an hour or so before I crawled into bed exhausted.

The next morning, I dressed as girly as possible and went over to Leslie’s. I found them awake and having breakfast, nursing hangovers. And in Mindy’s case, a very sore crotch, every time she stood up on wobbly legs, she had to hold onto something to keep from falling over, and even then she walked with her legs as far apart as possible.

Looking at me she said “Have you ever met her friend, the horse?”

“No, but I can’t wait” I replied.

“Run away if you do, you’re way to tiny, he’d be coming out your throat. But if you think you can handle it, it’ll be the best rise you’ve ever had”

Leslie and I smiled at each other as I savored the compliment.

2 – The second incident was at a party. It was a lot more spontaneous than with Mindy. The party was getting late, and Leslie and I retired to an empty bedroom, undressed, and I was lying on top of her, embedded fully in her pussy, but not thrusting, when I heard the door open.

“Oh man, I didn’t know we had lesbians here”. One guy said who I didn’t know.

“Fuck, can we join in?”

I looked up at Leslie and without thinking, said “Sure, but I’m kinda enjoying being on my friend here, but…” I raised my ass up to give him the hint of what to do. The room was pretty dark, and we had sheets bunched up around us, so my dick was pretty hidden.

The first guy pulled off his pants, and got behind me, pushing his average sized cock in me before I knew it. The other just undid his buckle and pulled his soft dick out, coming over to the side of the bed to let Leslie give him a blow job.

The guy behind me wasn’t very good, but adequate. He just clumsily thrust into me. I guess he was drunk but his hands felt good on my ass. I just kept my balance, enjoying him thrusting into me, making me thrust a little into Leslie.

A few minutes passed before he blew his load into me, pulling out quickly, letting a small stream of his semen run down my leg. I prefer a guy to hang out after cumming, I enjoy feeling his softening dick inside of me, but oh well, I didn’t even know his name. He scampered off, pulling his jeans back up.

The second guy quickly pulled away from Leslie’s talented mouth and lined up behind me. He was a little bigger and more talented. He wrapped his long hands mostly around my tiny waist and went to town. This was better! I moaned softly into Leslie’s boobs, while she bit her lip to keep from showing that my dick was working its magic inside her.

I finally jolted into an orgasm and once I finished painting Leslie’s cunt with sperm, I noticed the guy had also cum. At least he relaxed for a minute before pulling out, with another stream of cum running down me.

“Here they are, I told you” The first guy said, re-entering the room. I snapped my head back in fear and saw 4 more guys with him.

Thinking quickly (there was no other real way out of this), Leslie said “Ok, you can all have your turn, one at a time either fucking her doggystyle or getting a blowjob from me.”

They all nodded in agreement, and we spent the next 2 1/2 hours fucking and sucking them dry. Drunk men really can be easier to control when you’re offering to get them off and there are others around who don’t want the rules broken. My cock never left Leslie, although the owner of the bed was going to be forced to buy a new mattress! My cum, along with the other guys, had soaked through to the springs.

That night, Leslie and I had to support each other getting to the car and getting to her bed. I had never been this sore, but then again, I had just fucked 6 guys for almost 3 hours. While none were as big as Adam, he couldn’t pound hard for 3 hours straight, meanwhile I had one fresh guy after another! Equally, I had fucked Leslie for 3 hours straight, with the force of the guys making me pound her longer than I ever had before.

We slept straight until noon the next day, I finally awoke to her gently riding me, with a cheesy grin on her face!

3 – The size queen. This was a weird occurrence. We had a foreign exchange student from the Ukraine for the last 2 weeks of school. She had been doing a tour of American schools throughout the year and was finishing up here. Leslie and I quickly befriended her and got to know her pretty well the first week.

Her name was Edita, she was about 5’7, jet black hair down to her mid-back, with sharp pretty features blistering dark eyes, incredibly long lashes, high cheekbones, full lips– she could probably be a super-model in a year or two. As opposed to myself, I had a pretty face, but it would be in the young/jailbait/cute category, and Leslie, whose face was more in the girl-next-door-but-I-can’t-believe-she’s-a-porn-star face.

Her body matched. She was thin, but not overly so. Probably just a little bigger than me and Leslie. She had a small tight ass, narrow hips, toned arms and legs, and really high jutting breasts. They weren’t big or anything, just incredibly perky. They were a little smaller than Leslie’s, a small C cup, but were shaped like perfect cones, capped with inch long nipples. This was all easy to see because she never, I mean never, wore a bra. She only seemed to own silky shirts, that d****d over her tits and showed the world the exact shape of her nipples. The silky shirts, combined with her bouncing tits ensured that her chest was in constant motion.

Aside from that she only seemed to have thin, skin tight stretchy pants and jeans. I never saw her without a camel toe. Her ass was so small and tight, I don’t think her cheeks had ever touched in her life! To all this, she only wore high-heels, making her legs even more impressive.

She wore a lot of makeup usually, with lots of eyeliner and lipstick. She always had her hair loose down her back. It was thick and flowing, like she just left a shampoo commercial set. At age 17, she was already a knockout, and boys fell over themselves trying to get her. But she never seemed overly interested. She went out on a couple dates while she was here, but the next day the guys just complained that she was a cock-tease, seemingly loosing interest once she got her hands on their dicks.

That’s when we asked her about her interest in guys one day at lunch. She blushed and in her thick sweet accent, said that most guys can’t satisfy her. She told us about how her clit is practically useless, and she can’t get off unless she has something really substantial screwing her. She could barely feel a normal 6 inch dick! If a guy that size was banging her from behind, she could still hold a conversation without breathing heavy while doing her calculus homework, she told us! One time, she had sex with a guy and she didn’t even know he was inside her until she felt his cum spill down her ass.

Man, I felt sorry for her. I mean, I can get off pretty fast with just 2 of my own fingers, let alone a dick fucking me. As for Leslie – she orgasms randomly sometimes just from the friction of her mutant clit, let alone from fucking.

While I was thinking, Leslie got an idea.

“Edita” She began slowly. KC and I fool around sometimes, and she has a strap-on that is huge.”

I looked at her funny, before realizing where she was going with this.

Edita for her part became very interested and listened quietly while Leslie went on.

“KC, here, is pretty jealous about using, it. She is the only person she lets wear it. But I can tell you, it gets the job done. She, I mean it, is about 12 inches and thicker than my wrist.”

With the last word, Edita looked down at Leslie’s wrists, her eyes wide, and a smile forming at her lips.

Finally, she said “How does it feel? Plastic, rubber?” She added, explaining herself.

“It is very life-like, I’m not really sure what it is made of. But once I get it in me, I can’t tell the difference. Do you want to come over this afternoon?”

Long pause. “Okie-dokie” She said in her thick accent, all of us laughing.

That afternoon, they went to Leslie’s house, while I went home next door to “fetch” the strap-on. Hmmm, how was I going to do this?

I found a pair of black latex underwear in my step-mother’s room (I didn’t want to think about it). It was buried in her box of stuff she had in college, so I knew it wouldn’t be missed. I grabbed some scissors and very carefully cut a hole in the front for my cock to go through.

I kept my t-shirt and bra on, but got out of my boxers and loose jeans.

Pulling them on, it looked pretty good. Good except for the fact that my cock was limp. I had a fix for that, Leslie and I had found a bottle of Viagra at a party we had went to (at the same house as the gang-bang last month). Popping a pill, I pulled my jeans back on and went over to Leslie’s.

I got there and found them in the family room with the hardwood floors. They were both completely naked making out without abandon. Edita was on her back, with her right leg behind her shoulder, and the other one sprawled across the floor. Edita was groping Leslie’s tits roughly with both hands while Leslie had herself propped up over her with one arm and had the other working Edita’s pussy. These two didn’t waste time!

Looking closer, I saw something I couldn’t believe. Leslie had 4 fingers inside Edita’s cunt! She had a big pussy, with enormous outer lips that were bigger than Leslie’s, if possible. However, she really didn’t have any inner lips. Her clit was practically non-existent, as she said. Her outer lips alone dominated her crotch, no wonder she had a constant case of camel toe. I think it would have taken both my tiny hands to cup them, if that.

Leslie kept at it, and slowly pushed her whole hand into Edita’s gaping hole, making Edita moan and close her eyes in pleasure, mumbling something in her native tongue. I had never seen a sexier sight.

She finally got her fist in past her wrist, and kept it there, rotating her arm into Edita’s box.

A few minutes later, corkscrewing her pussy with her arm the entire time, Leslie noticed I was standing there, right as Edita came, hard and fast.

“AAAgghgh” she yelled, followed by more foreign words, as her whole body convulsed violently.

“I got her warmed up for you, hope you don’t mind” Leslie said, smiling, kissing Edita one last time.

Edita looked up at me weakly with bedroom eyes that slowly got bigger as I pulled down my jeans, letting my medicine induced hard-on slap up against my stomach, knocking me back a step. I finished undressing, save for my bra.

I sat on the couch and motioned her to come over.

Leslie pulled her shiny wet hand from Edita’s pussy with a loud slurp and Edita crawled over and finally straddled me.

Taking my dick in her hand, she exclaimed “Its so big, and hot, did you warm it up first?”

“Ummm, yeah, actually it was lying in the sun in my room” I lied.

“Ohh, it feels so real, you have to tell me where you bought it, I want one.” With that she raised up and brought the tip to her dangling lips. My whole dick-head disappeared in between her cunt lips before I felt her hole. I entered her without any resistance, and in one smooth stroke, she impaled herself completely, smashing her lips up against my latex panties. Only at the last second could I feel her cervix, a foot into her pussy!

“Oohhhh, that’s nice, that’s what I am wanting” she purred.

Without waiting, she rocked her hips, making my cock-head grind against her cervix. Now this girl had an interesting pussy, pressure against her cervix made her cunt clench hard, allowing me to feel her pussy walls for the first time. I don’t know why she had such a cavernous cunt, but c***dbirth was going to be a shrug for her!

She never pistoned herself on my dick, instead, she rocked her hips continuously. Now, she was constantly grinding her cervix over the tip, making her walls clench rhythmically massaging my cock. Her cunt lips never stopped touching my panties. She leaned over me and rested her weight on me, as she let her hips go to work.

And to work they did. She must have had a motor in her pelvis, because her hips were grinding me faster than I could keep track of, moaning steadily louder and louder.

Looking down at me starting to pant, she looked puzzled. “Are you getting off on this too, how?”

“You’re um grinding the other end into my clit” I prided myself on quick thinking.

She laid her head down over mine and went back to work.

The next hour was one of the most difficult of my life. The entire time, her hips never slowed down, I didn’t see how she could do it! My thighs were bright red from her small ass giving me a light rugburn. During that time I guessed that she came about 15 times maybe more, never slowing down! The latex was making squeaking sounds from her juices and skin rubbing against it. For myself, her lightning fast hips had brought me off 6 times! Every time I forced myself not to cum, each time it got harder and harder to do. My dick was getting raw from the rapid friction. Actually between her pussy and my cock, it began to feel like we were on fire.

Leslie sat next to us and watched the whole time, gently getting herself off repeatedly. I didn’t feel sorry for her, she got more action than anyone, between me and Adam several times a day.

Finally with one last orgasm, she collapsed completely on top of me, kissing me wildly.

“Could you do me for a while? I don’t think I can move.” She begged.

“Okay” I looked at Leslie, with a panicked look in my eyes. Leslie understood.

“Edita, this strap-on has a special feature. It has a reservoir....”

Edita cut her off, almost angry “I know this is really her cock, I’m not stupid. I don’t care, it is getting me off better than anything ever has. Now fuck me with your horse cock!” She demanded, getting off me and onto all fours on the floor.

Shrugging, I complied, pulling off my latex panties that were now too hot. I got behind her and sank to the hilt again, not feeling much until I hit her cervix. The angle of doggystyle is allows for deeper penetration, so I was able to really hit her back wall hard, making her really clamp down on me.

On my third stroke inside her, my long-denied cum boiled back to the surface. Without stopping, I just let it fill her up, splashing out loudly past our thighs and splattering the floor around us.

My dick stayed rock-hard, thanks to the Viagra that I hadn’t needed. Another hour later we both finally collapsed in a body sized puddle of cum and sweat. My dick still hard as a rock, bobbed around. I was too exhausted to move.

Leslie finally came over and straddled my aching, raw cock and tenderly fucked me. Edita finally became coherent again, watching us, while using both of her hands to scoop cum out of her ravaged hole that could have hid a football, finally licking her hands clean.

With one final orgasm, my dick collapsed into its flaccid state, and the three of us cuddled, marinating in the drying cum.

During her last week, I took care of Edita daily. Well, it would be more accurate to say that her hips took care of both of us daily. We asked her about her pussy, how did it get so big? She told us in her cute broken English, that it had always been that way, but made bigger by her desire to keep getting herself off with bigger and bigger toys.

We finally took her to the airport and said our tearful goodbyes. I was torn, I was starting to really enjoy having her around, but mostly, she really wore me out, and my cock was eager to get back to the usual routine instead of going through the meat grinder called her pussy daily. Through email, I still keep in touch with her. She later found a calling as an internet porn star doing extreme penetrations. No surprise there.

The spring semester was coming to a close and with it a great time. All too soon, this was about to change, turning my life upside down.

Chapter 9: Changes and Moral Mistakes

My freshman year came to a close abrutly. I was now 14 and almost a half. During the last 5 months, I had been getting off multiple times daily from my wonderful step-brother and my next door neighbor, Leslie, who was also fucking my brother, Adam. She was truly a definition of insatiable, a nympho who liked to fuck until she was raw.

Then everything changed.

First, Adam, who had graduated, had taken off with friends on a summer long road trip before college. No more daily dick for me. For the first couple of weeks, it wasn't so bad, I just managed by spending more time with Leslie, who was also missing him, probably more than me. They had really developed a relationship during the last few months. We compensated by spending the first couple weeks of summer lounging around, getting sun, and screwing each other's brains out.

Then a true disaster hit. Her mom had gotten a permanent job in a far off city. We cried together for most of the day once we found out. During the last three days before they moved, we made sure and really took care of our libidos. One day we hit 9 hours of sex, stopping only to go to the bathroom, eat/drink, and occasionally cuddle. I helped her pack, trying not to think about how I was going to be able to take care of my needs without her. It was selfish, but I had only found sex by tricking guys before I met her. Was I going to be forced to do this again? And at what risk?

They finally moved away. On a side note, I found out later that Leslie took her GED and got into college. Adam, found this out and transferred to her college, and they re-kindled their relationship. They stayed together, eventually getting married, but keeping up with a swinging lifestyle. I saw them occasionally, but I discovered that it was best to let them live their lives and not bring up old times...

But for that summer, I sunk into a deep depression. All alone.

I spent most of the first part of June in my room, sobbing, and jerking myself off to the memories of the previous spring. It wasn't sexy or fun, really just sad. My body had expected to be drained multiple times per day, and now, it was all up to me.

Finally, my step mother came into my room one day, obviously knowing that I was depressed about something.

“KC, you need to get out of the house. There is a spot open for an internship at my clinic that you may enjoy. Not only would you pass the time, healing these wounds that you've been licking, but you would also get valuable knowledge and job experience in case you every went into medicine or science.”

I decided, what the hell.

I nodded in affirmation.

“Good, be ready at 7 tomorrow morning, I'll take you with me.”

The next morning, I dressed in my usual loose clothes attire, but put on make-up and did my hair nice in a long braid.

We stopped on the way to get some breakfast. While I was eating my bagel, my step-mom filled me in.

“Okay, you are getting paid, minimum wage, and you will be doing a lot of the grunt work. You know, like filing, organizing supplies, checking readings, maybe even get to help some of the staff with preparations for examinations, stuff like that.”

I realized that I had never really asked what she did or what type of clinic it was. So I asked.

“What type of clinic is this?” I asked softly, I think it was the first time I had talked in weeks.

“Look who found her voice!” She cheered, I responded with a straight face.

“Well, um, it’s a fertility clinic. We have a sperm bank and we help couples get pregnant. We also do a lot of free medical work for single women who either may be pregnant or are pregnant.”

“Oh”.

We arrived. The clinic was large, with lots of people constantly on the move. The first few days were hectic, but once I got use to it all, it quickly became routine. My hours after the first day were better, though. I worked the noon to nine shifts, meaning that I had the back rooms to myself more. The longer I was there the more upset I became – everyone was always in a good mood and way to cheerful.

But not me, here I was stuck with this curse that stopped me from living a normal life. It was too unfair. I found myself resenting those around me even more, barely covering my disdain while making sure to do my job.

After I was working there for a week, I found myself in one of the stalls sobbing quietly to myself, slowly stroking a raging hard-on. I was thinking, why couldn’t there be others like me? That would solve my problem, wouldn’t it, if it was a normal for other girls to have a penis?

Then I had an idea. I was in the best place to make sure I could spread my seed. Oh course, why didn’t I think of it sooner? It was so simple.

Tucking my cock up against my stomach and getting dressed, I wiped my eyes. This would show everyone, a way of evening the odds!

I made my way into the sperm storage area. It was after dark, and there was no one in there at the time. There were security cameras, but they watched the public areas and the doors leading to the outside, since I was already in the back, they wouldn’t see anything. I grabbed a canister out of storage, one of the hundreds like it, and pulled it into a private bathroom, that only had one toilet. I went to quickly grab a large pitcher as well.

I quickly cleaned out all the small containers, washing the frozen sperm down the sink. Making sure they were all empty and clean with labels intact, I pulled my still hard cock out.

Jerking quickly now, and with a purpose, I orgasmed quickly. It had been almost a day since my last load, and I wasn’t disappointed. I aimed my dick into the pitcher and let loose. I filled up the pitcher past the halfway mark and set it down, resuming my frantic stroking.

Arriving at another orgasm, I dropped to my knees from it’s strength, barely remembering to point my cock-head down, adding another big load.

Deciding quickly to get one more, I shoved 2 fingers hard into my pussy while squeezing my tired dick as hard as I could. Pretty soon, I moaned out my third and final orgasm of the session, filling the pitcher to the brim.

Next, I carefully re-filled each and every one of the sperm containers, put their lids on and placed them carefully back into the large canister. I had managed to fill 30 containers!

I quickly put the canister back into frozen storage and cleaned up any evidence that remained. One down, a couple hundred to go! Maybe I could make some good out of this summer after all. Just thinking about the potential hundreds of dickgirl offspring made me giddy, chuckling wickedly to myself. The clinic took in dozens of new samples each day and used or shipped out to other clinics dozens daily.

I repeated this every day I worked, keeping track of which canisters I had ‘altered’. Saving myself for work only, I managed to swap out 2 canisters a day, at the beginning of my shift and at the end. I found myself working more and harder as I now had a growing vested interest in the place.

Then after the 4th of July, another opportunity came up. We lived in a large city, and there was a near constant stream of women, often teenagers, who came in for a pregnancy test. I was getting to be well liked by the medical staff, due to my increase in work quality, and was offered a chance to help out the nurses who took care of these girls.

The first of interest that came along was a 19 year old dropout from a local college. She said that she had sex with a couple different guys two weeks ago, unprotected. She was pretty, blonde and thin. Just seeing her reminded me of Leslie, and I felt my heart sink again. I grabbed a squirt-bottle of lotion (used for lubing up the nurses/docs hands during pelvic exams) and went to the bathroom. I undid the top with the pump and emptied it out into the toilet, I noticed that it was a thick-white lotion/lube. Perfect. I quickly got out my dick, which I hadn’t had a chance to use yet today (we were busy), and coaxed a round of semen out of it, filling the bottle most of the way up and I put the lid back on and made my way back out.

Now, the girl was in the room, I quietly, after smiling hello, made my way to the table and put the bottle on it.

My heart was throbbing with excitement and dread.

The nurse came in and after a few words, put her gloves on. Without even looking, she pumped a few shots of my sperm from the bottle and spread it over her hands. I held the chart and took notes as I watched the nurse examine the young girl’s pretty pussy with her sperm covered hands, even slipping a couple fingers inside. I had to will my recently used penis to stay somewhat soft while watching this spectacle.

The exam ended without fanfare. The nurse told her that everything was in order, she was in her fertile cycle, but because it was only two weeks since her last contact, a pregnancy test wouldn’t show anything just yet, and to come back after another week or two.

She came up positive 3 weeks later. I was a father?! The idea sent me into a delirious state of happiness that only fueled my desire to impregnate more women.

I added this to my daily routine, making a lube bottle of my own personal lube, making sure to carry it around with me to only impregnate those who were pretty. Also, I avoided monogamous couples, as it would be soon evident that the baby would have none of the dad’s features.

My obsession with my job made the summer fly by. I soon forgot about my loneliness and concentrated on my new pastime - spreading the seed.

By the time my 10th grade year started at the end of August, I had replaced the entire supply of sperm at the clinic – probably several thousand vials of sperm!

I had also directly impregnated at most 100 or so women who came in for a pregnancy test, not counting the ones that were probably pregnant anyway.

My favorites where those who came in for other weird reasons, there was about one per day. For instance, one college girl came in for some cream to use because she had so much sex, she was prone to a constant infection. I took care of her. Another was a middle-aged single woman, who was desperate to have a c***d before it was too late and was on fertility medications – I soon found out that she was having quintuplets a few weeks after I helped with her exam! Another was a girl wanting a spermicidal lubricant for use with her boyfriend, they had just started dating and he was insisting on having sex. I did actually feel a little bad, giving her a bottle of my own blend.

Those weren’t counting the two motherloads, so to speak…

Another time, the government had raided a nearby religious compound, and made all 100 or so teenage girls came through for examinations. They all ended up pregnant… I hoped their religion could explain a few ‘abnormalities’!

Right before school started, we did a field trip to a local all girls’ school at the request of the administration, to give all the girls a checkup. The school went bankrupt a few months later after the majority of its student body turned up pregnant. Since it was all women on our field trip, we were never suspected. Luckily, the only male teacher was under suspicion, but he left the country before anyone could give him a genetic test… I consoled myself thinking that he must have been doing something wrong anyway to bolt like that.

My internship came to a close the day before school.

Now that I didn’t have my mind preoccupied with creating offspring, my old loneliness came back and also an intense desire to either get fucked or fuck someone. It had now been 3 ½ months since anyone has touched or seen my genitals, and I had to remedy the situation.

I went to a back-to-school party that some of the upperclassmen were throwing, originally with the intent of doing one of my old habits of finding a drunk guy to screw.

But life presented me with another opportunity. Creeping through the party house, I came across a younger guy, probably 8th grade, who was tied up with duct tape, completely naked. Obviously some of the older guys had hazed him pretty bad and left him there all night, there were Indian burns on his arms, his eyebrows shaved and whipped cream smothered all around him. He was blind-folded by the tape and sobbing quietly to himself. I decided to do some community service to make up for my recent evil ways and make this night a little better for the poor guy.

He was tied to a wooden chair with no arm-rests, his arms tied around the back. His head perked up as he heard me enter the room, close, and lock the door. He was a skinny guy, probably only 5’7.

“Who’s there? Please don’t do anything else, let me out, I wont tell anyone” He begged.

“Shhhh” I whispered

“Who are you, did they send you in here, to torture me more… I’m so fucking embarrassed, let go!” He begged, his voice breaking, more tears running down his face.

I pulled off my t-shirt, letting my huge tits bounce around freely above my corset, shoving my already hard nipple into his mouth. He initially resisted, be realizing what it was, slowly started to suckle on my massive tit.

My eyes rolled back, God, I had forgotten how good this felt. My pussy immediately let out a large drop of my juice, running all the way down my leg. Without another thought I went down and popped his dick into my mouth. He started off pretty small, only a few inches, and I thought I may be disappointed; his balls were small, like marbles.

I guess the events of the evening had made him really shrink, because he grew fast in my mouth. Soon I had to pull off and used my tits to continue to rub him. Man, never guess the size while it’s soft. He wasn’t quite Adam’s length of 9 inches, but he came close. The main difference is that his shaft was still fairly narrow, but the head was large, easily double the girth. His head was the size of mine, but on a long, thin stalk. This would be interesting!

Straddling him, I quickly impaled myself, having to force that fat head into my pussy, which had rarely seen any action in the last few months – I had too busy using my dick at the clinic multiple times per day.

The head popped in making me squeal in pleasure as I dropped completely down on him, feeling my lips smash up against his pubic hair. I could feel the fat round ball of his dick-head lodged deep inside me, stretching me fiercely, but I could barely feel his shaft. He was short enough, that with me sitting firmly on his lap, I could reach up a little and kiss him. Tasting the fresh tears that had run down to his lips I wrapped my arms around him and we made out with intensity. My head-sized boobs danced all against his whipped-cream covered chest as I started to gyrate my hips against him.

“Oh fuck, this is awesome, who are you?” He groaned while I steadily increased my rhythm.

“Shhhh” Was all I said; not counting my own increasingly loud moans.

Working my hips up more and more on the up-down thrusts, I could feel his cock-head burrow its way up and down my tight channel. It felt like someone was fucking me with a softball and my spasming pussy was welcoming every minute of it.

Before I knew I collapsed on him and shuddered in a long overdue vaginal orgasm. My well-hidden cock lurched inside of my corset, spilling its seed into the condom.

Revealing in the afterglow of the delicious orgasm, I just relaxed for a moment.

“Umm, if you untied me, I could help” He whispered.

Giggling to myself in a wave of euphoria, I continued to work my hips grinding him hard, trying to summon Edita’s hip action into me as best I could.

Flipping my feet up onto his thighs underneath me, I could really go to town. I was soon ravaging my happy cunt with his cock, letting the head reach my opening before slamming back down, sending shivers across my body. My tits were now bouncing all the way up to his chin, hopefully distracting him from the steady river of cum that was leaking out of my condom and onto his crouch.

I powered through my second orgasm without breaking my stride, a light layer of sweat building up on me.

Crying out, my third orgasm hit the second I felt him jump beneath me, my ravaged pussy finally forcing a load of his own sperm out and adding to the sticky mess in between us.

I leaned in and sucked his lips and tongue into my mouth, kissing him deeply.

Finally collecting myself together, I cleaned up and put my shirt and shoes back on.

“Could, you, let me go?” He asked sheepishly, a grin forming on his face.

Looking around, I saw a pair of scissors, I used them to cut one of his hands free enough to let him continue the job. I was out of the room before he could pull off his blindfold.

I had the best nights’ sleep in a long time when I got home, my sore pussy was thanking me!

I woke up with my depression back in full force. Here I was, only able to have sex with drunk people and tied up underclassmen. Was my whole life going to be like this? Was my only time with regular consensual sex behind me? For Christ’s sake, I was only 14.

Someone was going to pay for all this. That was my new attitude, the world owed me big.

Looking back at this, I could see why I had become so bitter, but it still wasn’t excusable what I did a few weeks later.

The fall semester was half over, and I had snuck out a few times and gotten laid the old fashioned way – find a guy at a party. Other than that, I had pretty resumed a solitary lifestyle, going home and pleasuring myself.

The Friday night before fall break, I decided to go to a kegger about a mile from home. This time however, I had worked myself up to being pretty pissed off in general, and didn’t really feel like doing the whole dress up thing. I went, not wanting to get laid, but to get really stinking drunk. Who knows, maybe I would whip out my cock in a drunken haze and let the world know.

I dressed down to be ignored, I didn’t want guys crawling all over me. Instead I put my hair in a tight braid, and wound it up on my head, no make-up, my minimizer bra, loose t-shirt, flannel over-shirt, boxers, and loose jeans. The way the bra and shirts made my torso, it looked like I was just a thicker girl around the mid-section.

I made my way to the party, earlier than usual, and went inside. It was at a huge house, with probably a dozen bedrooms. There were lots of people and it was pretty loud. I found that I could be ignored and just watch people by roaming from room to room, drinking down several beers in the process. Soon, I got a good buzz, and by the time I was getting tipsy, I had to go to the bathroom.

I made my way upstairs and found a bathroom. Not caring anymore, I just whipped out my cock and pissed straight into the toilet like I was at home. Luckily no one tried to barge in. I finished up and started to make my way downstairs when I heard some voices.

Going further down the hall, I saw two guys carrying passed out girls over their shoulders, stumbling into a bedroom. I followed. They threw the girls down on the bed and started to undo their pants.

“I told you those pills would work!” One of them said.

They had d**gged them! Should I stop this? An evil idea popped into my head.

“Eh-hmmm” I cleared my throat loudly, holding out my cell phone, making sure it was light up in the dark.

“911 is a pretty fast number to dial, better just leave this house before I call for attempted ****”

They stared at me with a deer in headlights look, before stammering around…

“We just found them and brought them here, we’re leaving now” One of them said.

“Go then, Ill take care of them, don’t come back in here again.” With that they brushed past me and left.

Locking the door behind me, I crawled onto the bed to the redhead closest to me. She was on her back, completely passed out. The other was a brunette, and she was on her stomach with her hair covering her face. These girls must be complete sluts to let themselves get into this situation.

The redhead was wearing a wrap-around skirt and a simple blouse. She was pretty, model-like features with fat pouty dick-sucking lips, and I remember her from school, she was a sophomore, my grade, but I didn’t know her name. She had small boobs and was overall pretty thin, probably my height as well. Her long dark fire read hair was fanned across the bed. Surprisingly she didn't have a single freckle that I could see, although her skin was pretty white.

Without wasting any time, I reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. Next all I did was undo my jeans and pull my cock out through my boxers. The thought of my first pussy since Leslie half a year ago had me rock-hard and ready to go.

Getting on top of her, I rubbed my cock-head around her small pussy, smearing my pre-cum all around her until I had her pretty wet on the outside. I never even looked at her face, just closed my eyes and concentrated on the task at hand.

Lodging my dick in between her lips, I pushed into her. Nothing happened at first, but soon, the head slowly started to sink in. Jeez, this girl was tight, maybe she wasn’t such a slut after all. Luckily I was completely hard, and I was able to use my body weight to apply constant pressure, no way was I going to be denied tonight!

After the widest part of my cock-head slipped into her, the rest followed, her lips snapping into place around my shaft. She was so tight and it had been so long since I was in a pussy, I could feel that familiar sensation of an approaching orgasm coming up fast. Normally, I could control myself, but in my half-drunken state, I just let it happen and soon the orgasm was crashing over me, making me start to buck into her as my dick erupted, supplying us with needed lubrication to continue.

Right as my orgasm finished, I felt her hymen tear as I thrust into her again. Shit, she was a virgin, no wonder she was so tight! Looking down, I saw me dick slightly smeared with her virginal blood, even in the dark room. This thought had me grin wickedly and I used all my strength to repeatedly pound her tight box. Unlike the virgin I had last spring, I didn’t have to be gentle, I could go to town, and it was all about me!

Looking up I saw her face contorted in pain as I ****d her near-mint pussy raw. I started to feel a little bad, but I was already in, and might as well finish what I started.

Pulling her legs over my arms, the new angle let me really body slam her cunt. Soon I had a lot of it in and every thrust, I tried a little harder to push the last few inches of the long length of my dick into her. Being stretched so tight, I had pushed all of my previous cum out of her and it had completely drenched her skirt and ass below me.

I hit her back wall, my dick slamming up against her cervix with my 100 lbs of body weight driving it. I changed to short rabbit thrusts, repeatedly hammering her deep, barely pulling out. One final slam and the second I felt her mound press up against my stomach, my whole body began to shudder in one unbelievable orgasm.

Holding onto her for dear life, the orgasm coursed through me, seemingly without end. I was nearly fully embedded in her, my cock-clit was pressed so hard into her cervix, it even hurt me a little. Groaning loudly, my dick swelled even more as it began to shoot my red-hot baby-makers directly into her womb. Jet after jet surged out of me, my muscles cramping hard.

I slowly pulled out of her as my orgasm ended. Looking down at her red and raw pussy, I was surprised there wasn’t much cum flowing out of her. Maybe I really did line everything up just right and it all went into her uterus. She would be leaking my cum for days!

One girl down. One to go. Looking over, I saw something that made my heart stop cold.

It was Hannah, and she was staring right at me, eyes going from my face to my rapidly shrinking dick, but she was still paralyzed from the d**g!

What to do? Oh shit, I was busted. I quickly composed myself, my adrenaline sobering me up quickly, buttoning up my jeans.

“I’ll get you out of her, did you drive?” Obviously she couldn’t answer, so I felt around her jeans, and found her keys. The raw fear of the situation made me want to crawl in a closet and cry for a week, but that was out of the question right now… maybe later.

Pulling her off the bed, I was happy to see that she still had a little strength, I couldn’t carry her dead weight myself. Putting her arm around my shoulder, we slowly made our way past the party and out to her car. Letting her slump into the passenger seat, I started to go to the driver’s side, but Hannah weakly said

“Get Madison”

Madison that must have been the redhead I just got caught r****g. Shit, I guess I couldn’t leave her now. I locked Hannah in the car and ran back up to the room. She was still passed out cold, her small body size must have taken the d**gs a little harder. She smelled of sex, and her pussy was swollen and red with a little cum still oozing out of her, with the occasional red streak. Man, I was really starting to feel bad, what did I do?

Grabbing a towel from the bathroom, I cleaned her up the best I could, putting her panties back on, and wiping her skirt a dry as I could.

Going back out to the party, I found a pretty sober guy and asked him to help carry my friend to the car. He agreed and he took her torso while I held her feet, moving our way through the party and putting her in the backseat.

He asked if I was okay to drive… and if I was old enough to drive. I nodded yes, said thank you and got behind the wheel. Hannah was still slumped over in the passenger seat, passed out.

Okay, I’ve seen this done hundreds of times. I put the key in the ignition, and turned. Cool it started, looking down, I put the car into drive and slowly made my way down the street. This wasn’t too hard.

Using backroads, I finally pulled the car into the driveway and into park. Opening the door, I pulled Hannah out, waking her up. She was better now, and mostly able to walk with only a little support. We made our way upstairs and I put her into bed.

Going back out to the car, I was wondering how the hell I was going to get Madison inside. Using all my strength I managed to drag her by her underarms into the house and onto the couch. Covering her up with a blanket, locking the front door, I finally went to my room. Taking off my clothes, I left my boxers on, and put on a sports bra before passing out in my bed. Luckily my fatigue won out over my dread over what the morning would bring.