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African Princess Transgender fiction by [email protected] The following is a work of adult erotic fiction, intended for consumption by adults. If you are too young to be reading such things, or live in an area where sexual fiction between men and transgendered men is illegal or immoral, please stop now. Otherwise, enjoy this little work of mine. My name is Keisha. I was born in a small province of a small country in Africa. My family, educated, and loosely affiliated with the Royal family, had four children. I was the youngest, and only, daughter. While still a baby, I became betrothed to the Prince, who was then five years of age. I would become his second wife. His first wife was chosen from a neighboring country, and was betrothed to him to bind the two countries together politically. She is neither expected to produce an heir, nor even live with the Prince. As his second wife, I am bound to do whatever is necessary to please the Prince, as well as be the head of the household. I am not expected to bear children, but am expected to sleep with, and engage in sexual relations with, the Prince. The third wife is typically chosen for her childbearing role, and is usually a "more substantial" woman than myself. She will share his bed only during her fertile periods, and will live in solitude, as tradition requires, while carrying the Prince's child. When I was five, and the Prince ten, my family moved our home closer to the King's home. The Prince and I played together often. When I was ten, and the Prince fifteen, we began training together. This training, traditional in the kingdom, prepares the Prince and his second wife-to-be for life together. We had numerous tutors, who spoke at length about the special bond between us, and how I needed to be ready to serve him in all things, at all times. When I was twelve, and the Prince 17, sexual relations became part of the curriculum. I was shown film after film for weeks on end about proper technique for pleasuring the royal penis with my mouth. I was tutored in private using a rubber casting of the royal penis to perfect the technique. When I turned thirteen, I was introduced to the royal penis for the first time. The Prince's penis was quite large, about 11" long and very thick. In real life, it was more intimidating than the rubber version I had been practicing with. The large head was a brilliant purple. The shaft was chocolate brown. My small hands barely fit around it. The shaft was warm, unlike the rubber version. It was very hard, harder than steel, it seemed. Using my learned technique, I first began to plant soft kisses over the big purple head. The Prince moaned a little as I did this. The head was softer than the rubber. I began to stroke it with my hands, licking the royal penis from root to tip. The Prince put his hands on my head. I licked the end, collecting the pre-cum that was oozing out. The grip on my head became harder. I opened my mouth and took the end of the royal penis inside, running my tongue over it. I looked up, to see the Prince with his head thrown back. His hands pulled my head towards him, forcing the head fully into my mouth. I was unused to this, and it disrupted my technique. I attempted to get back to my technique by running my tongue over the crown of his penis, now lodged fully in my mouth. I heard the Prince scream, and then received the royal gift of semen in my mouth. I was unprepared, but knew what I was to do. I began to swallow and move my head back and forth, as he tried to force more of his royal penis into my mouth. I did my best, and continued pleasuring him until he withdrew his penis from my mouth with a "pop". I looked up and licked my lips, which is the traditional ending of oral sex. He looked down at me and smiled. Each day I visited the Prince. Each day I peformed my technique on him. It began to take longer and longer for him to reward me with his come. Soon, I was showing him the "deep throat" technique I learned. He would happily force his huge log down my throat, sometimes to the point where I would pass out. But, in the end, I pleasured my Prince each and every day, using the oral technique. When I was fourteen, I was taken to a special surgeon and given breast implants. I was so small and thin, it was a worry of my parents that I would not grow adequite breasts on my own. So, after my surgery, my measurements were 30B-18-26. The B sized breasts made my shirts very tight, and were huge on my tiny frame. My mother purchased special shirts for me to wear when training with the Prince. These shirts were low cut and very sheer. I was told to not wear a bra. Of course, no one else saw these shirts, as I wore the traditional long dresses of all women in my country in public. The Prince liked my new breasts. He was always looking at them. One day, he seemed harder when I began to peform the oral technique on him. He insisted that, instead of me swallowing his semen, I should allow him to spray it on my naked breasts. I didn't see anything wrong, so I removed my shirt before we began the oral technique. He didn't last very long, and his semen was copious as it sprayed onto my breasts. When he was done, I sucked on his royal penis until it was all clean and no more semen was coming out. I then scooped up the semen, what I could anyway, and licked that off my fingers. This became a daily ritual. One day, the Prince asked me to wear only my panties during the oral technique. I didn't see this as a problem, so began doing this for him, completely removing my dress. On my fifteenth birthday, the Prince told me it was a special day for me. He took me to his bedroom and took my virginity. It was very painful, since I am so small and his royal penis was so large. He used lubricant, but it still was very painful. He kept me in his bedroom for several hours, long enough to do it three times, and then sent me home. When I got home, my panties were wet. I took them off, and put them in a plastic bag, placing the plastic bag in my hope chest. That night, I was very sore. The next morning, I went to see the Prince. I told him of my discomfort, and asked not to do that again until I felt better. He was understanding, and allowed me to perform the oral technique on him. He came in my mouth. I went home. The taste of the Prince was still in my mouth when my mother confronted me at the door. She was holding the bloody panties. "You had sex with the Prince, didn't you!?" she screamed. "Yes, three times," I said, quietly. "You whore! You'll bring disgrace to the family! You were supposed to wait until after the wedding!" she yelled "I didn't know. He told me it was a special gift for my birthday..." I replied, softly. "Now he's not going to want you!" she yelled, slapping me across the face so hard that I fell to the ground. "No, momma. He still wants me. I performed the oral technique on him this morning. He said we can wait until I'm better to do the other thing again," I said, sobbing. Mother helped me up off the floor, and to my room. She locked me in. My servant stood guard, preventing me from leaving through the window. Some number of hours later, my father came in, and explained that he spoke to the King about the Prince's behaviour. The King has forbade me from seeing the Prince until my sixteenth birthday, on which date he would marry us. Furthermore, I was to be sent to live in the family's vacation home in Switzerland, until it was time for the wedding. I was heartbroken, and cried for days. While in Switzerland, I was taken to a clinic and examined over and over. I understood that I was to have an operation, to change my "outie" to an "innie" in preparation for my wedding. I kept telling anyone who would listen that the Prince liked my "outie", but no one wanted to listen. The day before the surgery was scheduled, the Prince arrived in Switzerland, having finally been given one of my letters. He came to see me. I told him about the surgery, and he made a call to the King, who made a call to my parents, who made a call to the doctor, who cancelled the surgery. I was not allowed to be alone with the Prince, so was unable to peform the oral technique, or have sex with him. He left Switzerland and returned to our country after a short, but pleasant, visit. About three weeks before my sixteenth birthday and wedding, Islamic rebels overthrew the King. My Prince was killed. My parents fled to Switzerland, ahead of an angry mob that burned our home to the ground. My three brothers, all in the military, were killed in street fighting or executed by the rebels. What should have been the happiest time of my life, became the worst. After a time, my parents decided to move us to California. The King had moved there, after a brief stay in France. The climate was similar to our country, unlike cold Switzerland. I had no friends in Switzerland, and was literally held prisoner in the house because of a concern that the rebels would come there to kill us. When I arrived in California, I was amazed at how little people wore in public. My parents relented, somewhat, and I was permitted to dress with a blouse and skirt, instead of the traditional full length dress and burkha. I was sent to a private (and very expensive) girls school, St Tristan's Academy. There were other girls from my country there, but most of the students were rich Americans. Because of my unfamilarity with the english language, I was placed with sixteen year olds in class. I was the shortest and smallest girl in class, even though I was at least a year older than all of them. I had no problem with any of my classes, except sport, which they called "gym". Gym was a challenge for me, since I did not grow up playing any of these games. I also was very embarassed to have other girls look at my body, so I did not take showers with them. Several went out of their way to bump into me to see if my breasts were real or just padding. It was humiliating. After I was at St. Tristan's for a while, I began to make friends. My best friend, Martina (Marty), was a tall thin girl with brown hair. She was Italian, originally from Umbria. She, like me, was at a lower grade because of english language skills. She was also 17. I visited her house often to study, preferring its quiet over my mother always barging in to offer us drinks or cookies. Marty and I frequently made an excuse of studying and went to the mall to go "boy watching" instead. She was an incessant flirt. She'd find a boy she thought was cute, and back him into a corner. If he didn't squirm out, she'd kiss him and then grab his crotch. She'd squeeze him through his pants until he was good and hard, and then she'd break the kiss and walk away. The guys always followed. She'd then publically humiliate him by saying something about his tiny penis and laughing so the whole mall could hear her. It was pretty sad, actually. One day, I asked her why she did that. She said that the first time she had sex with a guy, he wouldn't call her back. Since then, she said, she's been getting her revenge on every guy at the mall. I told her that the first time I had sex, it was wonderous. I told her about the Prince's large penis, how I bled, how my mother freaked out, and how much I enjoyed and missed, oral technique. She laughed, and told me she had something to show me. She went to a drawer in her night stand and pulled out a rubber penis. It was brown, shorter than the Prince, but about the same thickness. She handed it to me. Memories came flooding back as I held it in my hands. I zoned out. Marty was talking to me. I was imagining I was holding the Prince again. Subconsciously, I had begun squeezing the rubber toy like I had squeezed the Prince. "Hey, you ok?" Marty said. I snapped out of it. I was holding the rubber toy in front of my face, licking the end of it. I lowered it, completely embarassed. My face was hot, and undoubtably bright red. "Sorry..." I said. "You really like it, huh?" she asked. "Yes, it brings back a lot of good memories," I said "Ah...I don't know how to ask this, so promise me you won't freak out...." she began "Yes?" "I have a set of straps for it. I could put it on, if you want to suck on it, or if you'd like to be fucked with it?" she said, hesitatingly. "I'd be too embarassed," I said. "It's just the two of us. No one else would need to know. If you want, you can close your eyes and pretend it's the Prince..," she said sweetly. "Ok," I said. I pulled off my blouse, unhooking my bra. My breasts swung free. "WOW!" Marty exclaimed. "Those are BEAUTIFUL!" "Thanks. They're implants, of course. My parent's said I was too thin, so they gave them to me when I was fourteen." "I wish my parent's were that understanding. All I have is a pair of bumps," she said, pulling off her blouse to reveal a small bra. Removing the bra, it was apparent she was almost completely flat chested. "See what I mean?" "Yes, but you don't ones this big. They hurt my back if I walk around without a bra," I said, laughing at the end. Marty was pulling off her pants as I spoke. She had long thin legs, and a flat rear end where mine was more rounded. Her light brown skin looked very smooth. I reached out and touched her leg. She turned and smiled at me. She sat down next to me, and looked into my eyes. "Do you want to me to wear it over panties, or can I take them off?" she said, breathlessly. She was breathing kind of heavily, her flat chest lifting and falling quickly. "Ah, you can take them off if you want," I said. It was obvious she didn't want to wear them, and I was fixated only on the big rubber cock I was holding tightly in my hands. She faced away from me, and pulled down her panties. She took the dildo from me, pulling a leather harness from the drawer. She snapped the dildo onto the harness. Then, in one quick motion, she put the harness on the ground, stepped into it, and pulled it tight around her waist. I saw the harness strap split her thin butt cheeks like a thong, and then she turned around. The dildo stood straight out from her crotch. My mouth began to water. The black leather was dark enough to be my Prince. The dildo, while lighter in color, had that same heft when it stood bobbing inches from my face. I dove to the ground, grabbing at the dildo with both hands. My knees hit the carpet, and skidded. I felt pain in them, but successfully closed my hand around the dildo. I began to lick it, stroke it, make love to it with my tongue. Marty took my head in her hands. I smelled her scent. It was strong. I opened my mouth and took the head of the dildo inside. It was hard, like the rubber dildo from years ago, and familiar. I slammed it against the entrance to my throat. Marty began to move, fucking it in and out of my mouth. Her scent became more prominent. The fat dildo was driving me insane. I wasn't real, but it felt like it was part of Marty. She moved it this way and that, making small moaning sounds as I worked my oral technique. I began to push harder against her, forcing the big head against the back of my throat. The more I did, the more I wanted. Marty sensed my need and pushed back. I felt it began to violate my throat with each push. I was in heaven. Marty held my small head in her hands, using it as leverage to move the fat dildo in and out of my throat. I heard Marty scream, and then I passed out. I awoke with Marty slapping me on the face "Wake up, Wake up" she kept repeating. "Stop hitting me!" I yelled. "You passed out when I came," she said. "Oh, I do that. The dildo is so big it cuts off my airway. As long as you get it out in a few seconds after I pass out, I'll be ok," I said from experience. "Did you like that?" she asked. "Oh, yes, I did," I said, "but, I miss the come." Marty laughed. "True, rubber isn't as tasty as the real thing. But, look, I'm still hard," she said, laughing some more. "Yes, still hard..," I said, reaching for the dildo still attached to her hips. "Surely you don't want more oral? You can't get a good orgasm from that. How about letting me fuck you?" she said. "Oh, I don't know. I've only ever been with the Prince. I don't know if I'm comfortable showing my privates to another girl," I said, honestly. "When you were sucking the dildo, didn't you think it was the Prince?" she asked. "Yes..." I replied "So, just close your eyes and pretend it's him, not me, fucking you," she said. I could see the lust in her eyes. She wanted me. "Ok, but you can't talk while you're fucking me." "Deal," she said. I started to take off my skirt. "I'll need some lubricant. I'm not very big down there..." Marty produced a bottle of lube from the drawer. "All ready," she said, showing me the bottle. I pulled down my panties and layed back on the bed, closing my eyes. I opened my legs and pulled my knees up to my chest. "OH MY GOD!" I heard Marty scream. She repeated herself several times. I opened my eyes. "What's wrong?" I said. "YOU'RE A MAN!" she screamed, grabbing her clothes to cover herself. "No, I'm a girl!" I said, as she ran across the room. "You have a cock!" she yelled, as she ran into the bathroom and closed the door. I went up to the door and spoke softly through the door to her, "I call it an outie. It was supposed to be changed to an innie, but the Prince stopped the surgery." "YOU'RE A FREAK!" she yelled through the door. "No. My parents needed a girl. So, when I was a baby, they cut off my testicles so I wouldn't be a boy. When I was fourteen, I got breasts. By my wedding day, I would have been exactly what the Prince wanted," I said, softly, beginning to cry. I sat down on the floor, crying. After a few minutes, Marty appeared, wearing a towel. "I'm sorry. You caught me off guard," she said. "It's ok. I understand," I said. The strap on dildo bumped me. She was still wearing it. "So, when the Prince fucked you for the first time, he fucked your ass?" "Yes," I said. "And you enjoyed it?" she asked hesitatingly. "Yes, even though it hurt," I said "Does your thing get hard?" she asked. "Yes, it got hard whenever I was around the Prince. It was hard before I passed out a little while ago," I replied. "Can you show me it again?" she asked. I turned, so that my legs parted. My outie was semi erect. "That's soft?" she asked. "Yes. It gets harder and bigger," I said. "Bigger? Show me," she said, dropping off the towel and thrusting her hips forward. I turned to look at the dildo jutting from her groin. My outie began to get hard. I reached out and held the dildo with my hand, stroking it. My outie firmed up quickly, reaching it's full length. It began to twitch. "Wow." Marty said. "Stand up, I want to see something." I stood, using the hold on her dildo for leverage. "Look, they're almost the same size!" she said, as she pushed her fat dildo next to my thinner, but just as long, outie. I looked up into her eyes. Her hand closed around my outie. "Oh, that's nice," she said as she squeezed it. "The Prince never did that. He'd hold it while he fucked me," I said. "Did he kiss your beautiful breasts when he made love to you?" she asked. "Yes. He kissed my lips and my breasts before he did it the first time, and while he was getting hard again for the second and third times," I said I felt her hand on my breast. My nipples were erect. She leaned over me, planting her lips on mine. I kissed her back. Her tongue explored my mouth. Her hand left my outie and grabbed my butt cheek, squeezing it playfully. She moved me to the bed. I sat down, bringing her dildo to mouth level again. I reached out and took it into my hand, pulling it towards my mouth. "Here, put the lube on," she said, showing me the bottle. I took the bottle and sprayed her dildo with lube, spreading it around with my fingers. "Ok, If you're ready, I'm ready," she said, lifting my thighs in the air. I grabbed my knees, pulling them to my breasts. I felt the wetness of her dildo at the entrance to my ass. She gave a little push. My hole opened. She pulled back, then thrust slightly again. My hole opened wider, the huge head of the dildo partially in. "Oh," I cried. "Do you want me to stop?" she said breathlessly. "No, push harder. I'm not too big down there," I said, pushing my hips towards her. She bore down. The head popped inside. "OH!" I screamed. She pressed steadily on. My hole, unaccustomed to such a girth, stretched obscenely around her dildo. It hurt, but felt good too. I closed my eyes and imagined it was the Prince. The head of the dildo hit my prostate. Come shot from my outie. "You came!" Marty said, as she moved the fat dildo around inside me. She grabbed my outie and began to stroke it. More come dribbled out. "Wow!" she said, as she began an in-and-out motion that stimulated all my inner senses. Come pumped out of my outie in a steady stream. Marty's hand was covered in white goo as she fucked me with her big strap on. My hole relaxed. Every thrust was another orgasm. Every withdrawl was a special tingle. I splayed my legs out straight, hooking them around her back. Her hands were on my breasts, kneading them. My nipples were tingling. "Fuck me" was all I could say, over and over again. Marty wasn't the Prince. He only went 10 or so minutes and then needed half an hour to recover. Marty fucked me for 30 minutes, through two of her own orgasms, and I had to finally ask her to stop and change positions. I rolled over onto my stomach, and she knelt down behind me, piercing me with her huge stick. After 15 or 20 minutes, she was tired of that position, and we decided to take a break. While we layed there, covered in sweat, she kissed me on my lips and breasts and told me what a beautiful girl I was. The lovely time we spent in bed was broken by Marty's twin sister coming into the room. Fortunately, Marty was laying on top of me, so my outie was covered. Marty wasn't phased in the slightest. "Mom says that dinner is in 30 minutes, so you'll want to get dressed." Mandy said. "And she wants to know if your friend is staying for dinner?" Much to my horror, Marty climbed off of me. "She'll be staying for dinner. You can see why!" she said playfully. Mandy was taking in the view. My outie was in plain site, and it was semi-erect, courtesy of Marty laying on top of me. "Ah, I thought she was a girl?" "No, better. When it's hard, it's as big as this is." Marty said, grabbing the strap on dildo with her hand. "Wow! And she's so beautiful, too!" Mandy said. I blushed. My outie was getting harder. Marty noticed. "Mandy, come feel it," she commanded. Mandy came over and reached out for my outie, pulling back at the last moment. "It's wet." "She came a few dozen times when I fucked her ass," Marty said. "Oh..." Mandy replied, as she wrapped her hand around my outie and began squeezing it. "Did you like being fucked in the ass?" she asked me. "Oh, yes. It was THE BEST," I replied. "Would you let me fuck you in the ass?" Mandy asked me. "Yes," I replied, her hand work having brought me to a nice hard erection. "Ok, after dinner. Don't eat too much," she said, letting go of my outie and skipping out of the room. "I think you've made her very happy," Marty said. We took a shower, quickly, then got dressed for dinner. The girl's parents were very nice to me. Immediately after dinner, we told them we were going to study some more. I called my parents and told them that I had dinner and wouldn't be home until late, because I was studying with Marty. When we got back to Marty's room, Mandy appeared in a robe. When she pulled back the robe, I saw she was built exactly like her sister, right down to the strap on harness. The major difference between them was that Mandy had a black dildo instead of the brown one that Marty owned. We began with me on my hands and knees. Marty's dildo in my mouth, Mandy's in my ass. Mandy was rough. She fucked like a madwoman. When we changed positions to me laying on my side, Mandy repeatedly slapped my outie and my breasts. She also didn't have orgasms quite so quickly as Marty, which meant that she moved around more to find just that correct angle that pleasured her. She called me her "bitch" and forced Marty to remove her strap on and sit on my face. I found licking Marty to be completely odd, not something I really wanted to do, but Mandy was "in control". Marty came while I was licking her. When Marty came, Mandy redoubled her effort to get every inch of that huge dildo into my tiny ass. It hurt so bad that I had to ask her to stop. We all took a shower together. They washed me, taking special attention to my breasts, which were tender from all the abuse, and then dried, powered, and dressed me to go home. When I got home, I found my panties full of blood and lube that had dripped out on the way home. Fortunately, that was all the blood, and Mandy hadn't torn anything inside me. I also realized that my bra had "Mandy's bitch" written on it with a marker. I threw the bra away. The next day, Marty grabbed my ass in gym class, right in front of everyone. A few girls winked at her, some were turned off, most pretended to ignore it. Later in the day, Marty asked me to come over and study again. I told her no, I was too sore. She said she really just wanted to study, not "play", so I agreed. After school, I went over to her house. We studied a bit and then she kissed me. I kissed her back. She put her hand under my blouse, touching me through the bra. "It's a front close bra. You can open it if you want," I said, as we were kissing. I felt the bra open, her hand on my right breast. We continued to kiss. "So, do you trust me?" she said as she broke the kiss. "In what way?" I asked. "Do you trust me?" she said again. "I guess," I replied. "Do you like girls?" she asked. "Yes," I answered "Like to have sex with girls?" she said. "Like yesterday, yes," I said "Did you like eating my pussy?" she said "Ah, no, actually," I replied. She frowned. "But you did it because Mandy told you?" "Yes," I said. "Would you do it if I told you to do it?" she asked "Depends," I said "Depends on what?" she replied "If you want me to be a lesbian, no. If you want me to do it because you're my boyfriend, yes," I said "So, you think of me as a boy?" she asked, looking hurt. "When you wear the dildo, you remind me of the Prince," I said, honestly. "Ok. You better be going. It's almost dinner time," she said, pulling her hand from my blouse. She nearly shoved me out the door. I felt hurt. I called her on the phone that night, and she said we were "fine" and we'd talk more tomorrow. The next day after school I went over to Marty's house. When we got to her bedroom she asked if I wanted to play, pulling the dildo out of the drawer. I smiled and said "Yes!", pulling my shirt off. "I want you to take off all your clothes. I have something special in mind for today," she said, winking at me. She likewise removed her clothes. She didn't put on the strap on, however. She made me come over to her, as she sat on the bed. She grabbed my outie, which was semi-erect. She produced a leather strap, which she wrapped around the base. "This will keep your outie up and ready," she said, menacingly. Then, she pushed me away. "On the floor, on your knees," she said. I complied. She opened her knees, giving me a view of her vagina. She had recently shaved, and was smooth down there. "Come eat my pussy. If you do a good job, I'll put on the strap on and fuck you until you can't walk. If you don't do a good job, I'll call Mandy in here with her whip," she growled. I started to tell her that this isn't what I wanted and got half way up off the ground when I felt Marty's foot on my chest. I fell back, out of breath. "You don't want to eat my pussy, do you?" "No" I said, looking up at her as she stood above me. "Fine. I had to test you to make sure. Get up on the bed, on your back," she commanded. I layed down on the bed, pulling my knees up. She layed down next to me. Taking my right hand in hers. "I want to tie you up. Is that ok?" she asked. I felt a lump in my throat. "Yes," I said. She produced a leather cuff and wrapped it around my hand. Then, she layed over me to get to my other hand. She was sweating and excited. I could almost taste her scent. "Ok?" she asked. "Yes. I'm fine," I said. She moved over top of me, dragging her pussy across my breast. Her wetness left a trail as she leaned over my head. Her pussy was near my chin, her smell overpowering. She leaned back, looked down. "I have knee and ankle restraints here, too," she said, showing them in her hand. A moment later, I was trussed up, my ass lifted on her pillows, knees and ankles pulled towards my head. It was a little uncomfortable. She grabbed my outie and stroked it. It was hard. As she stroked it, it became more engorged. I began to feel pain in it. "Marty, that hurts. Blood is going in but isn't coming out. It's very tender," I said "Yes, it's purple now, instead of dark brown," she said, continuing to stroke it. "Marty, I mean it REALLY hurts now," I said "You're in no position now to complain. Just relax and enjoy this," she said. She got up off the bed, returning with the dildo in one hand, lube in the other. "You want this big boy, don't you?" she asked. "Yes, PLEASE. My outie is about to explode!" I yelled. I felt her fingers probing at my hole, and the slick feel of lube. Her finger penetrated my ass. It felt good. I tried to move around, but my motion was limited by the restraints. She grabbed my outie in her other hand, forcing a second finger into my hole at the same moment. I felt the come begin to well up inside me. "Trust me" she said, as she got onto her knees, then pressed my outie into dripping pussy. "OH! You're huge!" she yelled as my outie travelled up into her body. Her fingers twisted in my ass. My outie began to pulse. I could feel the come boiling out, coating the inside of her hot pussy. She began to move around, and up and down. A third finger went into my ass. She came, slamming my entire length inside her with a scream. Then, she collapsed on top of me, pulling her fingers from my ass. My outie was still hard. When she recovered, she wiggled, still impaled on my outie. "I feel like I'm sitting on a telephone pole. You are so damn big!" she said, lifting herself up. True to her word, the leather strap kept me erect. She grabbed my outie and held it in her hand. "And so beautiful, too!" "Marty, this isn't fun for me," I said. "Oh, I know. I have a special treat for you today," she said, as she got up and put on the harness. From the drawer she produced a big black dildo, larger than the one that she had previously used on me, and covered with little rubber nubs. She snapped it onto the harness. It was menacing, actually scary. She brought it closer. "See the little fingers sticking out? They'll tickle every nook and cranny of your ass. You'll love it, for about 5 minutes. Then, it'll become uncomfortable. After another 5 minutes, it'll be painful. As you know, I'll fuck you until I come again. That might be 15 minutes, or it might be 30 minutes." "Marty, the old one was fine. Could you use the old one?" I pleaded. "I'll give you a choice. Let me fuck you with this one, or willingly eat my pussy and I'll fuck you with the old one?" she said. "Marty, I want to go. Let me up," I pleaded She put her hand between her legs, then brought it to my lips. "Your come is still dripping out of me. Clean it, or be fucked with the rectal wrecker here." I stuck my tongue out, licking her fingers. A moment later, her pussy was hovering over my mouth. It was bright red and wet. As I looked, a large glob of moisture appeared at the opening, then dripped onto my lips. I licked my lip. It was a familiar taste, the taste of my come and her juices. She lowered herself onto my mouth. "Use your tongue inside," she commanded I stuck my tongue inside her. Come and her juices coated it, running down into my mouth. I continued this for at least 5 minutes, until she lifted herself off of me. "Now the outside," she commanded. I licked the outside, removing all the moisture that I could find. She climbed off. "Now it's time for your special treat," she said. I closed my eyes. I felt Marty get back on the bed. I felt her dildo at the entrance to my ass. She gently pushed it inside. It was the brown dildo from the other day. I imagined it was the Prince. Come began to boil in my body. Marty removed the leather strap at the base of my outie, and took it in her hand. Come flew out the end. She began to fuck me with the strap on. I began to come. And I came, and came some more. She came. I came more. She fucked me better than the Prince. She was insatiable. She was constantly changing angles. My ass was on fire. My outie was out of come. My body ached, yet I still wanted more of her fucking. Eventually, she was done, too tired to continue. She had fucked me for over an hour. She released me, helping me to my feet, and then to the bathroom. We sat in the tub, in the warm water, just touching each other when Mandy came in. "Mandy, I'm not sharing her any more. Get out!" was all Marty said. Two days later, I was back wanting more. Marty wanted me to prove my oral abilities before she'd fuck me. She had a cardboard sheet over a window, with a hole in it. She told me she'd make a call and shortly thereafter a real cock would appear at the hole. I was to suck on it and make the guy come. I wouldn't see him. He wouldn't see me. I agreed. She made the call. Ten minutes later, a cock appeared in the hole. It wasn't particularly big, but it was real. I showed Marty what over a year's worth of oral practice will do. The guy blew his load in less than a minute. His come was merely ok, not the very sweet taste that I had previously associated with come (from the Prince). Marty rewarded me by putting on her strap on and fucking me silly. On Saturday, Marty called and asked if I wanted to come over for some play. I told her yes. She told me that she had several young men lined up at the window, waiting. When I got there, I looked around the corner of the house. There must have been 10 guys there! I went in, and Marty made me remove my clothes before beginning on the first cock. As I performed on him, she touched me all over. He came quickly, as did the next several guys. Marty, in the mean time, had fixated on kissing my nipples. I continued to suck and swallow. Eventually, the cocks all seemed familiar. I realized that I was doing the same guy a second time. Finally, after about 90 minutes, no cocks appeared at the window. And a good thing, too, since my mouth, lips, and tongue were getting tired. Marty was in rare form that afternoon. Her scent was overpowering. The way she wielded the dildo, extraordinary. I left walking bow-legged, she had fucked me so good. During the following week, she kept hinting that she had a big surprise for me on the weekend. By the time the weekend rolled around, I was sure the surprise was going to be 20 guys at the window. I was wrong. When I came over that Sunday afternoon for dinner (at 2pm, how european!), I was introduced to her older brother, Sergio, a freshman in college, now home for the summer break. He was a tall guy, like Marty and Mandy, and thin. Marty embarassed us both by telling me, in front of him, that the dildo she had been fucking me with for the past few weeks was an exact replica of his penis. Sergio broke the awkward silence by laughing it off. We sat down at the dinner table and had a fabulous meal. Her parents had gotten used to me being around, and I was treated like one of the family. During dinner, there was wine. When dinner was over, I felt a little tipsy, unused to drinking. Mandy, Marty, Sergio, and myself went to the living room to talk. It was pleasent enough, until Mandy asked Sergio if he found a nice boy at college. I looked around, a bit dumbfounded. Sergio was a little embarassed. Marty changed the subject to the amount of studying required in college. After some time, Sergio told us he was going out to a club that night, and needed to get ready. He left the room. As soon as he did so, Mandy blurted out, "Gay club." Marty immediately replied, "I don't think he'll make the club, do you?" while looking at me. "What do you mean?" I asked naively. "You know you want to get in his pants," Marty said. "You've been playing with the dildos made from a mold of his penis for weeks. You know you want the real thing!" blurted out Mandy "But he doesn't like girls," I said. "Oh, he'll like you. I guarantee it," Marty said. "You think?" I asked. "Oh, we know our brother. You're exactly what he needs," Mandy said. We sat in silence a few moments. Mandy went off to check on Sergio's progress. She came back and said he was in the shower. Marty led me to his room and we went in. Sergio was in his bathroom, in the shower. As I got undressed, Marty snuck into the bathroom and stole his robe. I put it on. It was much too long for me. As Sergio showered, Marty stroked my outie to a full erection. As soon as the shower turned off, she pushed me into a walk-in closet. We heard Sergio walking around the bathroom. "Sergio, I want to talk to you," Marty said. "Marty, I just got out of the shower and I'm not even wearing a towel. Can't it wait?" Sergio yelled from the bathroom "No, it can't," Marty yelled back. "Ok, what?" Sergio replied. "You didn't come on to my girlfriend Keisha. Why?" Mandy yelled. "You know why," Sergio yelled back "Why don't you come in here, so we don't have to yell?" Mandy yelled into the bathroom. Sergio came into the bedroom, a towel now wrapped around his waist. His hair was wet, but most of the rest had been dried. "Is that all? I want to get dressed." "No. It isn't. I went to a lot of effort to get Keisha here, knowing she'd be perfect for you, and you blew her off," Marty said "Marty, you know I don't like girls," Sergio replied "You'd like Keisha, if you just got to know her," Marty replied. "She's really a hot girl. And, she seems like a nice girl, but she's a girl..." Sergio began "She IS a nice girl, but, she's more than a girl..." Marty explained. "Oh, it's too complicated to explain. Let me have her show you..." That was my cue. I stepped out of the closet. My entrance was supposed to be sexy. I was supposed to open the robe to reveal my very erect outie. But, I walked out and tripped on the long robe. Down I went. Sergio was immediately over to help me up. As I got up, the robe opened. Sergio looked down. "Oh!" he said I got up, with his assistance. My outie poked out of the front of the robe. "You're not a girl?" he said, softly. "Yes, I'm a girl. It's a long story," I said as I dropped the robe to the ground and spun around. "Like what you see?" I said, coyly as I turned around and around, modelling for him. "Oh, yes," he said. I could see his penis was forming a tent in his robe. Marty did also. She pulled off his towel. He didn't protest. I knelt down on the ground in front of him, taking his penis in one hand. I heard Marty say, "She sucks cock like a pornstar. And her ass is always ready for something hard," and then she left. I began to lick the head of Sergio's cock. It was actually a little larger than the dildos. The head was wonderfully spongy. Pre-cum was dripping out as I began to plant kisses up and down it. Sergio's hands went to the sides of my head. I took the cue to take the head in my mouth. I ran my tongue over the crown. His cock was warm in my mouth. His hands tightened around my ears. I began to move my head back and forth, fucking my mouth with his hard cock. After a few moments, I began to deep throat him. He couldn't withstand the sensation of his big cock being forced into my small throat, and came. His first shots of come went straight down my throat. I pulled back. The second shots of come coated the back of the mouth. I continued to stroke his cock with my hands, pumping the come into my mouth. When he had no more to give, I let him take his cock from my mouth. I showed him my tongue covered in his come, then closed my mouth and swallowed. "MMMMMmmmmmm... Tasty," I said. "Oh, you're fabulous. Would you like me to do the same to you?" he asked. "Ah, no. I haven't really ever done that. I come by being fucked," I replied. "I'll need a few minutes until I can do that..." Sergio said laughing. I was still on my knees. He helped me up onto the bed, then layed down next to me. He began to kiss me and touch my body. My nipples were hard. My outie was hard. He lightly touched both, but concentrated more on squeezing my butt. We rolled around the bed like this for quite a while. I broke the kiss. "You like my black bubble butt, don't you?" I asked jokingly "Yes, it'll look great with my cock pounding it," he said. "Promise?" I said, laughing. He pinched my ass. I snuggled closer. "Now, look what you've done. I'm all hard again," he said. I reached down. He was hard. "Could you do me from on top first, I'd like to see your face while you fuck me," I asked. He reached down. I was hard. He wrapped his hand around my outie, turning me onto my back. I pulled my knees up to my chest, holding them there with my hands. Sergio let go of my outie, and reached over to the nightstand. He produced a bottle of lube, spraying it onto his hard penis. Soon it was glistening with oil. He wiped a little around my hole, then inserted a finger. His finger was fat, and very slick. It went in with no effort. "Marty or Mandy has been fucking you with their strap ons, haven't they?" he said "Yes, Marty mostly. Mandy once," I replied. "Good, then you'll really like the real thing," he said, as he pulled out his finger and positioned his penis at my opening. A small push, and the head was inside. My outie pulsed, and come shot across my stomach. "Oh, you're a shooter," he said as he grabbed my outie in his hand. "Do you mind if I hold it?" he asked. "Yes, please hold it while you fuck me," I said, wiggling my butt at him. He bore down, forcing his fat penis into my hole. It was a perfect fit. His hot thick cock spread my opening wide. The friction of it reaching deep into my bowels was sending tingling throughout my body. He began short in and out movements. My outie began to ooze come onto his hand. His movements became longer, more varied. I began to shake as orgasm after orgasm rocked my body. He began to fuck me harder. I grabbed onto his arms, wrapped my ankles around his back, unwilling to let him go. He fucked me. I came. After a while, he had me get on my hands and knees. He fucked me deeply from behind. I could feel his cock hit the end. Each time it did, I felt like I was going to pass out from the pleasure. Eventually, all good things must come to an end. He pushed his cock deep, driving me down onto the bed, as he blew his load deep in my ass. We layed there for several minutes, his softening cock in my ass, his hands holding onto my sides, his kisses being planted on my neck. As he withdrew, I rolled over, pulling him back on top of me. We kissed and touched each other for quite a while. Eventually, he carried me to the bathroom. We showered together. When we came back into the bedroom, naked of course, Marty and Mandy were there. Sergio immediately grabbed a towel to cover himself. I didn't bother. "Sergio, we've been very patiently waiting for you to finish and come out. But, three hours is about the limit of our patience," Mandy said. "Keisha, did he fuck you good?" Marty asked. "Very good. The best," I said "She's amazing!" Sergio said, putting his arms around me. "And I'm not sharing her with you two!" "I hope you don't mind Marty, but his penis is real..." I began "I understand Keisha. I figured once you two hooked up, I'd lose you as a girlfriend," Marty replied. And so began a summer of unending sex with Sergio. When fall rolled around, he had to go back to college. But, each weekend he came back, or I went to him, and the relationship continued. Eventually, I even permitted him to suck on my outie. I can see now why men like that. His parents loved me. They told me once that they had been concerned that he never went out with girls, but it was obviously just that he never found the right girl. Marty, who was there, snickered. I just smiled. Mandy and Marty moved onto other conquests. Marty eventually found a boy who would do whatever she wanted in bed. We were like sisters. She told me everything. All I could think was "the poor boy". When Sergio graduated college, we got married. The King even showed up at the wedding. He obviously felt sad that I was not marrying his son, but gave us the lavish gift of a vacation home in Tuscany. My parents gave us a home in Colorado, which is where Sergio got a job upon graduation. I settled in, among the local housewives, playing golf and swapping tales of bad housekeepers. Each morning, I suck on my husband's magnificant light brown penis. Sometimes we 69 each other, depending upon his mood. Each evening after dinner he rewards me by fucking me until I can't even walk to the bathroom afterwards. Life is good... If you liked this story, consider emailing me at [email protected] with some feedback. Only when I get feedback do I know if people are actually reading my stories!