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Judy’s story (part 2) (The revised edition) Prologue; If you haven’t read, “Picture Perfect Trilogy” (Gary‘s story) (the revised edition) I would advise reading that before this. My original story, although very popular, did have some criticisms that I thought were very valid so, I have revised the story. I hope you enjoy this as much as you did the first story. Thank you very much; And now: Picture Perfect Trilogy Judy’s Story (The revised edition) My name is...
The Trilogy, Part IShort, Sweet, RomanticThe silent song of true love and dedication is playing swiftly as we are locked arm to arm, eye to eye; heart to heart. We begin dancing wistfully as if the sound was the aria of our lives. Can you just imagine us dancing together in such a sound of solitude? Just you and me in a silent room, all alone. Slowly I begin to undress you, my arms making gentle moves as they caress the skin below your shirt until it lies on the floor. I gently push you...
The story began in Book One "Betrayed by Those I Love" with parts one and two. The story continues now with "Sold by Those I Love" which is Book Two of my Rachel Trilogy. It might be split it up into several parts once again do to length. I would like to thank Aardvark for the wonderful editing of this trilogy so far. He has been a teacher as well as an editor! Huggles Aardvark! Sold By Those I Love Book Two of The Rachel Trilogy By Angel O'Hare Is this the real life? Is this...
And then, finally, with the event already so unutterably preposterous the individuals I was frantically calling upon showed up in the pit. From where I don’t know, but it was all four of my nymphs and they were ready to fuck me for more of the gizem stream of consciousness. They would do the same thing Lilly had been doing, then offering their vagina cache to the crowd. We all lined above the stage deck, in front of the first row of seats, along the rim, leaning against the protective bar...
My parents arrived just after noon dressed up in their church clothes, my dad wearing a suit and tie to the dairy. I had begged the nymphs to let me have something to wear arguing it wouldn’t be good to present myself in the nude although I’d toyed with the idea perhaps because my soul had become a bit nympish by close penetrating association with goddesses. But I pleaded I couldn’t let my parents see my enormous penis. “It will scare them!” They did not relent. I was freaked out. “You look...
"Dairy"A femcan story by dmbThe following fictional story is intended only for mature adults. All characters are over 18.He was surprised the job interview was in a wine bar. 'Medical Research Subject' doesn't usually involve meeting in a secluded romantic restaurant, but the miserable job market left Daryl no choice. After several weeks of online questionnaires and background checks, plus medical checks at a clinic, he had been approved for the final phase in the interview for a vague research...
"Dairy"A femcan story by dmbThe following fictional story is intended only for mature adults. All characters are over 18.He was surprised the job interview was in a wine bar. 'Medical Research Subject' doesn't usually involve meeting in a secluded romantic restaurant, but the miserable job market left Daryl no choice. After several weeks of online questionnaires and background checks, plus medical checks at a clinic, he had been approved for the final phase in the interview for a vague research...
I’d grown up through the world experience, or perhaps inexperience, of 13 years of private schooling in a sheltered deeply religious realm. I’d only experienced public school once. And “Public School” was for non “Chosen” people when it comes to the scale of comparative religions; so they told us. I was forced to attend one summer because of my poor grades in public speaking class. The teacher seemed to take a disliking to me and gave me a rotten grade. His name was Maurice and I didn’t like...
Aside from my time with the sisters there would yet not be a lot of socializing with others of my species aside from the dairy family. But I had an encounter with another human just slightly younger than myself who was not family. I’m sure that it was important to anchor with a few of my own kind, which was reassuring, in a way. Even though my young ego was eventually totally absorbed in wanting to fuck the sisters, as much as life would allow, I wasn’t supernatural like them and I needed...
Dark Fantasy Trilogy: Prelude To A Dream "To sleep, perchance to dream..." There is a fringe group within my local BDSM club scene known colloquially as 'The Roundabout Gang'. This group of twenty or so men and women, besides being members of the BDSM club I belong to, are also members of a swinger's club in town. When they attend functions at the BDSM club they will arrive en masse later in the night and don't usually mingle much with other members. Ever since it was first pointed out...
Now coming to the matter.. My family is simple middle class contains 4 members.. Me, my sister Divya.. Mom, dad.. They both are private employees.. We don’t have any complaints and problems, happy life.. And I’m studying b.Tech.. 21yrs.. My sis is accountant in bank.. 23yr.. As usual in my house also two bed rooms, one for mom n dad.. Another one for us.. We both r very close to each other.. We share lot of things n personals too.. If i want money.. Asks her.. She would give her bank atm card.....
IncestAs usual the alarm radio spit and hissed at 3:00 A.M. and I woke with dreams of the previous night’s wonders, building-unending terror replaced by unending sex focused throughout middle me. I was arms surrounded with one of my new friends, her warm bottom tucked into me as I felt aglow with the pleasant extra softness entwined, my perpetual erection snugly slipped stiff inside her. It was simply heavenly warm. I thought initially the previous night had been merely a wet dream but now...
It re-hit me, but more than normal, the reality of my situation looking for sensible explanations. As I walked with the crew out to call in the cows at 3 A.M. I knew I was probably doing something not shared by any other human on Planet Earth and maybe for very good and even more yet to be seen reasons. I had to wonder about the long term results of my amazing ejaculations, what, in time, it might do to my body. They promised I wouldn’t be hurt but what did they have to lose? I was mortal....
The task at hand: I had no identity on me, had no pockets to carry anything. The only ID I had was on my head, the tattoo I’d received as livestock from the dairy before the breeder competition at the county fair. The ID number years later was of no use anymore. I tell people I am a “God of Nature”, hoping the livestock aura which used to follow me around still exists giving people the notion I’m okay aroused and naked because I am just livestock. But I’m now always leery of the future, time...
I was told the old man wouldn’t be coming to the parlor for night milking and I was greatly relieved. I still didn’t know exactly what all was expected of me other than ejaculating, according to Lilly. But I’d had plenty of day time to consider the act of cow washing and ejaculating was just automatic like and enjoyable. I was used to just letting it happen, the seizures were captivating but I was ready to focus on my other duties too. I didn’t want the old man watching me work in the nude...
235 A Dairy conversion (5) Over breakfast next day with Ann sitting on a cushion, I asked her had she any regrets, to which she shook her head, in return she asked the same of me and all I could do was smile and say, “not so far.” I gave her a list of requirements from her work; fortunately, staff discount would reduce the cost, though none were particularly expensive items anyway. Just as we were closing the door our postman arrived with a parcel this one in good condition, so the package...
The Classes Day Trip to HIS Dairy!It was spring time and the c***dren of Lory's class were supposed to go on a nature day outing.All the class were excited about it and they desired to visit Lory's FATHER'S Dairy.They all remembering the cool exhibit that Lory and her DAD put on earlier in the school year.Ms. Appleton's sudden departure afterward had necessitated her replacement by Mrs. Gunther, but no one blamed that on Lory. p**o files are everywhere, who would of guessed.So Lory's...
An early concept of Dairy Of Desire. The ride we took together in his truck was his monologue and I was too scared to say anything at first. He didn’t seem the least bit concerned about me sitting right next to him naked with a totally embarrassing active penis almost pointing at the ceiling. It was as if everything was planned this way ahead of time in the parlor. It was, had to have been and I was amazed how he handled what had just happened with some sense of humor. I frantically acted,...
[Very much alone and vulnerable, confused, frightened, utter chaos] Milking was over. I now had terrible doubts, totally forsaken. The son had left. I was to go to breakfast and I hoped to somehow get some clothes, plan my getaway, run away regardless but there was little relief from new fear. Did I really think they were going to give me my clothes back? I had been on the verge of liking being “Naked Guy”, even “livestock” accordingly, but now this. I was so betrayed. No wonder they...
For days after the dehorning the heifers with their blackened cotton swabs were scratching and banging their heads on any post or obstruction that would allow them to try to alleviate itch and pain. It recreated in my mind the whole awful torturous affair. I also remembered how, as a kid, I’d witnessed the castration of calves at a branding work party in Montana where I went to stay with my aunt and uncle. I remembered how I’d tried to help herd the calves, the naive city kid walking in...
Each night the bunk house felt more rejecting, colder, and even though the summer’s influence was warming up I got colder and sadder, lonelier. Gail and Linda didn’t show up anymore. I experienced a strange realization I wouldn’t see anybody. I wished I knew how to get in touch with Betty but I had no idea, didn’t even know for sure which direction their dairy was from the farm. I seemed to be forced into a kind of required solitude, not something I wasn’t already used to from my youth but...
CHURCH Because my father had apparently made it a point in choosing my demise as a dairy worker insisting the dairy owners be members of his annoying religious obsession, it was promised I would be “taken in tow” so I could attend church services on Sundays. I wasn’t thrilled but there was an opportunity to also get to stop by a little grocery while in town. I definitely loved the idea of a chance to spend a few dollars to buy some junk food and candy, the vital sugar-sustain of any city kid...
Haying Haying season was getting close, the driest part of the year in the maritime climate. Being on the west (wet) side of the mountain range gave only a short opportunity to do jobs requiring rainless conditions. People in eastern part of the state would say all they got in the high desert skies were “empties”, referring to the puffs that came over the mountain range already having lost almost all their moisture in the storms of the rain forests west. Places in the high eastern desert...
The full moon was glorious. It lit up The Mountain for our eyes to enjoy as we headed west to the dairy. I sat in the back seat of one car and three ladies took turns sitting on my penis for a wonderful yet bumpy ride. We passed the owner’s house which was all dark and turned in at the gravel drive in front of the bunk house. I opened the gate to the lane and told everybody to park on the far end of the concrete to get away from the highway, to turn off their headlights as soon as possible....
We were careful not to alert the temp-hired truck driver who left with a load of milk for the bottling plant around noon every day. All was kept quiet until after his return in two hours. But it was at that point that I realized yet another new thing about nymph special powers. A surprise, the temporary truck driver showed up early one morning while we were still milking. Imagine his shock when he walked toward milk house entrance and found Loon and I entranced on the loading dock. He caught...
I know I shouldn't have read her dairy but she wouldn't tell me what she wanted in bed and I just wanted a clue. Well as I read her thoughts and fantasies from the last few years I was a little bit shocked at some of what I read. Like one thing I read was she wondered what it would be like to go down on a woman and to have a woman go down on her. That shocked me cause she was raised catholic and she has always said it should be a man and a woman, not a man and a man. But as I thought about it...
(New work crew - new logic) I was told the old man wouldn’t be coming to the night milking because of his health. I still felt some relief in hearing of his absence although I’d had a chance to get to know him a little better. He wasn’t so bad after all and I found I admired him. My first encounter with him scared me terrific. I thought he was completely crazy but then he explained some things to me frankly were fantastic and yet I believed him. But it would feel odd to have to work with...
The weather was changing, typical almost tropical damp mists of June Gloom, warm but often not sunny until late afternoon or evening. I was going to be spending time watching those temporary fences, the battery powered electric charged wire to hold wild heifers along with a big mean bull on leased grassland. It was at the same site Denny had taught me how to string electric fence wire through the woods, to be on guard watching for shorts in the fencing, hoping the big bull stayed happy in...
Continues In The Kitchen Lilly assumed all tasks front and rear, tried to hold me up a bit as the first impulse of orgasm shot out and cleared the heads of the guys who had forgotten to get out of the way. They were so focused on Lois. Denny had moved off a good distance and finally disappeared to go back to work, probably not wanting to be around for the clean up work. This sloppy business was nothing new to him and I’m sure he had no patience for it. The guys split in two directions and...
We get to know each other over the Internet. You do not live far away from me and are running with your family with a farm farm shop. Besides the cows and pigs, you also have dairy goats and a small dairy.We are equally appealing.I'm excited and nervous. What will happen today?Over a cup of coffee you take my fears and I suddenly feel uninhibited and ready.We go into the goat pen. It's warm. In a large pen the goats with their k**s. Housed in boxes, two bucks. Phew, as the stink!A box is empty...
[Readied to leave the bunk house in the nude and releshing more of Lilly] This time I wasn’t alone leaving the bunk house early, around the corner, through the loafing shed and out into the cool morning air. Shivers were ahead of us but nobody yet seemed to give a darn how I looked. I assumed them still too sleepy to care that my penis was spitting, sticking straight out. But still, how stupid I felt! Although it was predawn dark the picture must have been hilarious, real pale big untanned...
They clambered through garage and up the wood steps after finishing marching to their songs. Through the doorway to the kitchen with a lot of rattle and thumping, all elbows pushing and shoving, they raced each other to the table. The great anticipation of food a la sex, all at once, was causing pandemonium as they all lined up on one side of the table leaving over half of it available for Lilly and I. They stood at attention, focused. It was hard to believe the enthusiasm. Just inside the...
The son was talking to the extension agent outside in the parking area as I went around the loading dock on my way to help clean the milk house. I’d already made a boner while dreaming of holding Lilly in my arms and that distraction led the way with a hands on experience, my lightning rod of anticipation for my favorite chore. As I day dreamed squeezing away I overheard them conversing about the upcoming county fair and the son was excited about showing livestock. I passed by out of sight...
"Welcome to FLASFOCON", the banner over the door of the hotel said, and I wondered if I was supposed to know what a 'flasfo' was. I pondered that for too long and almost got run over by a bunch of people pushing a luggage cart that they had so overloaded with suitcases, boxes and bags that it took all six of them to get it up the low rise to the door, leaving no one in charge of steering the thing. I jumped nimbly to one side and it rolled by me like a juggernaut, barely clearing the...
They fell quiet as I lay silent, naked, gross and all slimy-hopeless. Finally, slowly, I got up. “OH my GAWD.” I dry heaved doubling over and fell to my knees. I just avoided their eyes and was so embarrassed, mortified. I muttered “OW-w-w - ow, oh, ow.” I knew I was way outclassed for strength and what a stupid thing for me to try. If I’d had a tail you know where it would have been. I sobbed. And I did have a tail. I didn’t even realize I was carrying that hose around still hanging out of...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa’s Christmas Story, Case of the Black Badge series, A Case of Revenge series. The Trilogy. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage...
'...' thoughts Chapter 3 - The Aftermath I was arrested outside of my apartment. I'd just come back from a little "vacation" I took after my visit with Emily. She told the cops 2 weeks after I left her laying naked beside her house. They got evidence and came for me. The little harlot promised she wouldn't tell, and now, I'm being sent to 8 years in prison for kidnap, assault and rape. My anger started to grow then, planning to keep my promise of getting her because she...
Introduction: While baby-sitting, Brooke gets raped by twin sons and then their father This is the second of the Brooke trilogy (young – teen – now), written at the request of a fan who sent me pics and sexy ideas to work from. It is loosely based on what she told me were true things that happened in her life. Kisses Brooke. __________________________________ About a year ago our mother had walked out on the family. I guess it was to be expected. She and Dad fought all the time but we didnt...
Introduction: Brooke is introduced to sex This is the first of the Brooke trilogy (young – teen – now), written at the request of a fan who sent me pics and sexy ideas to work from. Kisses Brooke. Brooke was the oldest of three children. Her two brothers were three years and four years younger than her. She was born when her mother was fourteen. Until a year ago there was never a father in the house. Her mother never married any of the fathers. She did not even know who the father of her...
My name is Andy, I am 17 now and you can read my story, the beginning of my sex life and how I lost my virginity to Millie, the gorgeous wife of my friend Josh, and how our adventure moved on in the parts 1 and 2 of this Trilogy. I was 15 when I had my first time with them, and one week after I had my first date with Monica, that went very well: she was a nice girl, communicative, easy going, so we went to the movies, followed by a milk shake and a serious making out, when she first felt how...
Note: This story is not a trilogy of erotic tales, but instead, a tale of three people who share three erotic encounters... I do hope you all enjoy! Originally written under my pen name venomlegions ***** -one- "FIRE" I was jealous when my twin brother John told me he had a girlfriend. John was mine, and I didn't want to share him. I couldn't tell him that, of course. I was the fast girl during high school, and even in college, when my tastes went far beyond what I could get in back seat, I...
The Trilogy, Part IIIA Rough MorningIt was just how you liked it that morning, and I was more than glad to give it to you.“Let me go to the bathroom and I’ll be right back,” you say, climbing out of the bed and make it to the bathroom. You leave the door partially open and it makes me realize just how much that is arousing me. You are very aware that it has been a tremendous interest for me for years and you know that this is a good way to get me going.I waited for you to open the door to the...
The Trilogy, Part IIInto The NightAn unknown time has past after our post coital haze cast its spell on us. I open my eyes. It’s still dark with the exception of the street light passing through the window across the bed, softly lighting it on a pleasantly warm evening. I am facing the wall opposite of the windows. There’s a tender breeze bathing the bed, slightly moving the sheer lace curtains as they move to and from the window casings. Thoughts roll through my head while I’m still...
The Natalie Portman Trilogy - Episode I(Mf, mast, oral, rom)In the summer of 1997 I had managed to get an internship at a production company for TV & film in the UK. It was quite a good job, but it turned into a fantastic job, when I found out that we would be working on the new Star Wars movie. I had seen Natalie Portman in "The Professional" not long ago on VHS at a friend's house, but that movie was quite a few years old, so I wasn't prepared for the amazingly beautiful young woman I...
THE ROBOZONE A trilogy of transformation By ROBO THE FROG Lisa was a beautiful blue eyed blonde with a great body and 16 years old. She was lying on a towel beside the pool in the backyard of her parent's house. She was wearing a bikini and sunglasses while soaking up some rays. She suddenly felt like she was being watched. She sat up and looked to see a medium size frog sitting about 10 feet away looking at her. She sat there looking back at it as it made a few leaps and...
I have had several ideas about how mirrors could play a part in TG stories. I intended to write three short stories and clump them together in one group, connecting them in the end, but they kept growing. If these stories appeal to you as something you would like to build on then let me know at fictionmanias hyperboard and if enough people express intrest I might just open up the universe to other people. If thats the case I'll post some rules, like how to portray the man and his...
************ Author's note: This is my first attempt at fiction of any type. I wrote it partially to see if I could write anything sensible, and partially for my own enjoyment. Having read the work of others I feel that I would like to share this with you. The story is not complete and I may not finish it, but Part 2 is half written. If you like it or have positive suggestions for its development please let me know. Oh, and it may be freely copied but not sold....
Trilogy Part 2 I had given up on this story when it seemed that Fictionmania was closing down. As it is now in the hands of other generous people I thought I'd write a bit more of it. So here is part two. As usual: This story is my intellectual copyright and it may not be sold, stored, archived or republished without my permission other than on Fictionmania's website. This is pure fiction... (c)Stephanie Walsh MM Part 2.: Love. The waves were breaking on the sandy...
Halloween Trilogy of Transformation By Julie O Edited by Amelia R. On All Hallow's Eve strange forces sometimes come together and change people's lives forever. Sometimes the person is seeking change, sometimes they are forced, and sometimes it's just a trick of nature. Chapter 1 Greg Jenkins was sitting in the break room of Bolton Incorporated, an international...
Dedicated to LUE! This is part of a trilogy, so this is only part of the story. Poor Emily. She was one of the most beautiful girls in the world. She had shoulder-length red dyed hair. It looked as if it was on fire; incredibly cute. Her breasts stuck out proud, their glorious B cup perfectly perportionate to her body. She wasn't too chubby around the stomach; perfectly fit. Her ass was not huge, but not inexistant. She looked perfect. She was also a great person. She was incredibly kind, and...
Masturbation3:01 A.M. Aside from the distant radio all was dead still and dark as if night would forever refuse morning’s light. It was bleak, it was cold, ungodly early and vastly preceding any time I’d ever risen. I didn’t understand why people were getting up out of bed. But the drill seemed somehow so ordinary for them it didn’t leave me too uneasy, just a bit amazed. A tired young mind of broken rem sleep, awakened, is a hard thing to muster alive. Known reasons for refusing the new day are...
I returned to the milking parlor donned from head to toe with squeaky yellow rubber gear. I felt like an idiot but wasn’t willing to suffer a complete soaking for the entire duration of milking. The entire new experience of dairy work was a rush of a heavy work, horrible smells, so many cows and odd work mates who were very shy. As I return-descended the stairs a curious glance came from Vern but his look hurriedly turned back to his work. I wasn’t made to feel goofy which I’d given more...
It was a pretty spring day as I sat alone in the bunk house wondering what I should be doing. I’d spent time looking for clothes, anything from my duffel bag which mysteriously disappeared. Somehow I wasn’t surprised given everybody’s strange positive attitude about me being naked. Surely it was a conspiracy, the why of the mystery, strange things I’d been told while really being groped. I was still wondering if this was hazing, joke’s on me. But that was not fantastic enough given what...
Now, suddenly, I REALLY should have been ready to call my parents. Regardless of any titillating aspects of Lilly I was obviously utterly caught at the Mad Hatter’s sex orgy insanity party. She sat in front of me and shot me with juice from her vagina. Maybe she was Snow White like us kids never heard of. I didn’t know but were all these people nuts? How could I be a willing part of their strange sex. I was just forced to be involved in things so weird I couldn’t fully recount them. But it...
[A peek into the future as post first-fuck training commences and Lilly warns onlookers] Early afternoon, before milking, I just waited, laid out on the loading dock in the sun trying to do something about my glaring white skin. I wanted to look dark like Lilly if I was going to have to bare my entire body and soul all summer. I wanted to look natural instead of like a beacon. I lay there and played with my long penis as the sun shown down and it was very happy standing proudly on its own...
Denny and I found an old pair of electric sheep shears and we decided we would shave our heads and make a statement about summer. I had no clothes and shaving my head seemed like a funny idea, ridding more body covering. We convinced ourselves to shed any cooties that might be hiding and let our hair grow back out to curls plus generally feel cleaner and act like crazy teenagers. We each took turns shaving the other’s head. Luckily the shears weren’t too dull. The results were the first bald...
The son told us we had to get the heifers dehorned before we got involved in haying season. There were about two dozen young year-olds that had their horns and it was the normal practice to remove those before they got long and presented a hazard in possible damage, goring, inflicted on each other or other animals, even humans. Dehorning was accomplished using a huge pair of what reminded me of big bolt cutters, dropped down on to the base of the horn, at the head. The handles, quickly...
It was Saturday, show time at the Fair. I was very nervous. I hadn’t made love to anybody since Thursday night and that left me edgy and feeling plumb over full with building gizem cache. My balls vacillated tepid to hot like a warning. Oddly I had a sense of backed up plumbing as if the gizem was piling up behind me, beyond my anus forever and during the evening milking on Thursday the four sister nymphs were not very pleased when I told them that there would be “No gizem tonight”. I had...