Bitched Out by a Bitchmaker II The Fuck Puppet
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Bagging a Bitch with Balls
By Cal Y. Pygia
Watching porn has given me a lot of ideas concerning what to do in bed--
and elsewhere. Some of the guys and sluts in X-rated videos do it
outdoors--in the woods, a park, poolside, or in a parked car. Some
chicks flash their dicks--yeah, I watch shemale movies sometimes, too--in
public places, and some women even wear thongs or go without panties
altogether while wearing mini-skirts on windy days (with easily
anticipated consequences).
By the time a man is in his thirties, if not before, he's most likely
experienced anal, manual, and oral sex with a woman, and maybe even with
another man. Finding a shemale is harder, because there are fewer of
them, relative to the general population, so a guy may never get the
chance to bag a bitch with balls.
I made it my goal to do just this, though, as soon as possible, so that I
could, in turn, accomplish two fantasies related to shemales: fuck her
up the ass and fuck her between the tits. I'd fucked a few genetic
girls in their derrieres, finding the act delightful, but I'd never tit-
fucked a woman--and I'd never had sex of any kind with a transsexual.
I'd read a lot about sex in Thailand, where transsexuals are supposedly
openly accepted as such and do not fear exhibiting themselves in public.
There is allegedly no bias, prejudice, or discrimination against
ladyboys, or kathoeys, as they are known there. Thailand's economy isn't
exactly robust, either, so it's said to be much easier to date--and mate
with--a Thai transsexual than it is to do so elsewhere. In addition,
most Asian transsexuals are petite, slender, and more feminine-looking
than their American counterparts (although fewer are circumcised). I was
all set to go to Thailand to find and fuck a tranny when my lawyer, an
ex-girlfriend named Marsha Bradshaw, suggested that I visit the
Philippines instead.
The Filipino economy is even worse than the Thai, Marsha reminded me,
making an American, even in our currently depressed economy, wealthier
than King Midas, with or without his ass' ears; the country is a
tropical, if humid, paradise; and the Filipino people are both self-
effacing and eager to please. There are also quite a few kathoeys in the
country, and, although Filipino society is not as openly accepting of
transsexuals as Thai society tends to be, kathoeys are still fairly well
tolerated there. They only drawback is the fifteen-hour plane ride from
Los Angeles to Manila, but it takes even longer--eighteen hours!--to fly
from L. A. to Bangkok. All things considered, the choice of the
Philippines over Thailand was a no-brainer. (Thanks for the suggestion,
Marsha!)
* * *
The fifteen-hour flight was grueling, but the Philippines is everything
it was billed as being, a real tropical paradise, with dense green rain
forests; a crystal-clear ocean; sandy beaches that stretch on seemingly
forever, devoid of people; a thousand things to see and do; and a
friendly population that, especially in Manila and Cebu City, includes a
good number of hot, young kathoeys who are eager to please and are on the
lookout for a rich American sugar daddy.
I found mine the first week I was in-country. I could have found a
tranny the very first day, but I'm particular: I wanted a circumcised
girl, and, even though the Philippines is primarily a Catholic country,
cut cocks are relatively rare. If it wasn't for the influence of the
Church, there'd probably be no circumcised penises among kathoeys, but,
thank God, that's not the case, and, after a bit of a search, I was able
to find Bindy, an eighteen-year-old bitch with balls--and a circumcised
cock.
Bindy is five feet, two inches tall, with raven-black hair, Bambi-big
eyes with long, thick lashes; a thin, pert nose; full, sensuous lips;
high cheekbones; a pointed chin; narrow shoulders; high, firm, round tits
(perfect for fucking!); a concave tummy, eight inches of cut, hard cock;
and a firm, compact, feminine fanny--the perfect tranny! I couldn't have
asked for a better bitch with balls if I'd ordered her custom-made from
heaven itself.
Bindy's boobs are artificial, of course, but they're bought and paid for,
and the plastic surgeon did a fabulous job on them. About the size of
twin cantaloupes, but, soft and sleek, they're firm, high, and round,
with a wide separation, or "cleavage," between them, and they never
flatten or sag, even when Bindy is flat on her back or positioned on her
elbows and knees, ready to receive. The areolas are puffy, like those of
a real, or genetic, girl, but her nipples are small, like a boy's, her
man-made mammary glands reflecting her androgynous shemale character.
I've always wanted to tit-fuck a sexy transsexual, and, the moment I laid
eyes on Bindy, I wanted to lay her--or, rather, to lay my cock between
her beautiful boobs, and to fuck her there. I've always wanted to butt-
fuck a sexy transsexual, too, and, the moment I laid eyes on Bindy, I
wanted to lay her--or, rather, to lay my cock between her beautiful
buttocks and to fuck her there.
Like many Filipinas, female and shemale alike, Bindy was looking for a
rich American man to take care of her, and, although, by American
standards I'm hardly wealthy, by Filipino standards, I was rich enough to
turn Bindy's head. To get between her tits and up her ass, I had to
promise to marry her, and, of course, I did. If you'd seen her, you'd
have promised her whatever she wanted, too, even marriage, to enjoy her
charms.
A week after we met, Bindy and I were married in a small, civil ceremony
in Manila. She lied on the application, citing her sex as "female." She
had no alternative, because "shemale" wasn't listed as an option, and
Bindy, despite her cock and balls, is all woman--at least as far as she
and I are concerned. Fortunately, having a sex check to verify one's
designation isn't part of the marriage licensing process.
* * *
Right after we married, I in a black tux and Bindy in a peach gown, we
rented a hotel suite in Cebu City for our honeymoon. The place is
beautiful.
That night, Bindy was more than eager to show her appreciation for
everything I had done for her, and I took full advantage of this
opportunity, fucking her in her tight, sleek, compact ass.
We did it on the floor, on a bamboo mat that was hard on the knees,
making the experience all the more memorable for me and, I trust, for
Bindy, whose kneecaps and elbows bore the brunt of my assault. Her
moans, groans, and whimpers, caused as much by her knees and elbows
sliding and rolling upon the bamboo mat as by the jarring thrusts of my
cock between her smooth, round ass cheeks, were as music to my ears.
Never before had I imagined that the distress--indeed, the pain--of
someone else could arouse me, but her cries had just such an effect upon
me. Knowing that the hard bamboo rods of which the mat was made caused
Bindy to feel more than a bit of discomfort where her bones and flesh met
them, rocking back and forth before the shoves and heaves of my pubes
into the soft cushions of her buttocks, made my erect cock swell to
greater thickness and extend to superior length inside the tight circle
of her impaled anus.
"Uh!" Bindy ejaculated, as I drove my prick through her asshole, all the
way to my balls, and ground the coarse hairs of my wiry pubes against her
perfect, sleek bottom. "Uhhhh!"
I slammed harder into her, flattening the twin moons of her smooth ass
cheeks before my driving cock, and she moaned again, more loudly, a
strain of fear in her vocalization. Perhaps my transsexual bride feared
I'd split her in half with my thick, hard cock. Her buttocks were firm,
and her anus was tight around my massive prick, and, although her rectum
was spacious and accommodating, no one's ass, Bindy's included, can
compete with a woman's cunt in lodging a penis. I have seen women take
truly monstrous pricks in their cunts, which they'd have been hard
pressed to take up their asses, and, at twelve inches, my own cock is
beyond large. Nevertheless, Bindy's petite bottom was managing my
massive member's invasion of her bowels--so far, at least.
Therefore, I redoubled my efforts. Letting my prick slide free of her
round, gaping anus for the moment, I peered down inside its pink walls,
into her depths, until they were lost in darkness. I rose to a squatting
position, above and behind her, reinserted my penis--the erection slid
into and through Bindy's cavernous asshole easily--and began to fuck her
with renewed vigor, cramming her bowels with my foot-long prick at each
stroke into her bottom; withdrawing all but the tip of the organ; and
driving it, hard and fast, into her ass again. Repeating this sequence
of actions, as rapidly and as forcefully as I could, I slammed and
crammed and rammed her behind mercilessly. Her impaled buttocks bounced
and flattened before my onslaught, and Bindy cried out, in both physical
distress and fear. Her English was not good, but she articulated her
fear well enough: "You split me in half, Brian!"
Her panicked protest ignited a reservoir of sadistic lust I had not known
I possessed, and I rammed my cock through her wide-stretched sphincter,
past her gaping anus, and deep into her rectum again and again, faster
and harder each time, feeling her buttocks crush before me, only to
spring back momentarily, as I withdrew my member again, to slam into her
anew.
The startled, anguished cries and whimpers of the kathoey I'd impaled
upon my member; her rocking frame; her flattening-rebounding buttocks;
the sleekness of her flesh; her vulnerable position, on her elbows and
knees, atop the cutting bamboo rods of the floor mat; her resignation to
the indignity and humiliation I heaped upon her by the savagery of my
anal assault--all this welter of imagery, emotion, and thought enflamed
my heart, my mind, and my loins with an unappeasable passion to dominate,
punish, and devastate the nubile young ladyboy whom I fucked mercilessly,
and I was like a machine, rather than a man; an engine of iron will and
steel determination, rather than flesh and blood; an instrument of a
sadistic will to power, rather than a human being, pummeling the slender,
petite body that rocked, shook, swayed, and recoiled before my assault,
moaning and groaning, whimpering and sobbing, pleading and begging for me
to stop.
"You split me in half!" Bindy bleated again, and, God help me, if I
could, I would have done so.
Shove! Slam! Thrust! Ram! Heave! Cram! Single words had replaced
more articulate thought as I continued to pound Bindy's petite ass,
lunging and plunging my cock through her dilated anus and into her
bowels. I was more an animal--and a predatory one--than I was a man at
the moment, and instinct drove me, as I drove my cock, brutally and
savagely, into my kathoey bride's entrails.
Perhaps in an attempt to frustrate or escape me, Bindy, grunting,
collapsed, falling from her elbows and knees onto her tummy, her breasts
and pubes flattening against the uncomfortable bamboo mat, but I rode her
down, crouching more, and, lowering my left knee to provide support for
my weight while keeping my right knee bent, continued to slam my cock
into her bottom. I saw that she had bitten her lower lip, drawing blood,
and tears coursed down her cheeks, despite her closed eyes. No doubt, I
thought, she believed that she had surrendered her very life as well as
her ass and, convinced that I must, indeed, split her asunder, the
Catholic shemale had prepared, as best she could, to meet her Maker. Her
lips began to move in quick, albeit silent, movements, and I wondered
whether, perhaps, she was reciting the Lord's prayer. Had she a rosary
at hand, would she be counting the "worry beads" as she petitioned her
God?
If so, I thought, it would be in vain, for, at the moment, I was her god,
and she would continue to be fucked, mercilessly, as long as my strength
and stamina endured. Drawing back, until only the glans of my distended
prick remained within the portal of her bowels, I slammed my member home,
with all the force and fury that I could muster, feeling each inch of its
thick, hard length slide through her anus as my huge cock vanished into
the depths of her bowels. Fiendishly, I fucked her, filling and
refilling Bindy's ass with my prick as I pumped my organ back and forth,
up and down, inside the clinging circle of her wide-spread anus. Beneath
me, she wept openly, pleading with me to stop. "You hurting me!" she
sobbed. "You going to kill me!"
I pounded and pummeled, thrust and shoved, slammed and rammed her
defenseless little behind, not caring whether I hurt or killed her,
although, of course, the latter eventuality seemed unlikely at best, and
Bindy rolled and thrashed atop the bamboo mat, weeping and sobbing and
pleading, no doubt hoping to escape my assault upon her impaled and
hammered ass.
Finally, upon the onset of as intense an orgasm as I have ever
experienced, I felt my cock shudder inside her anus, and I pulled free,
as my balls, inside the risen and contracted pouch of my scrotum, shot
volley after volley and salvo after salvo of my thick, warm, white semen
in arcs across her derriere, bombarding her back and buttocks and thighs
with my thick fecundating fluid. I looked down, into the gaping wound of
Bindy's red, raw ass, into the depths of her ravaged body, and deep, it
seemed, into her devastated soul.
Although I hadn't split her into or killed her, it was obvious to me that
I had changed Bindy in some fundamental way and that I had claimed her as
my own. My sperm, wriggling across her ass, filling the cleavage of her
buttocks, and spilling, by the millions, into the abyss of her
vanquished, gaping anus, had branded her as surely as if they were the
hot end of an iron, the contours of which spelled out my name.
* * *
The next day, Bindy would not speak to me.
It seems that, from her perspective, I had crossed a line, doing
something offensive, if not unpardonable.
I knew, well enough, what it was, of course, without the need for her to
explain it to me: I had stripped her of her dignity. I had stolen her
pride. I had made her lose face--with herself.
I knew, too, though, that she would speak to me again, and soon.
After all, I was her sugar daddy, the "rich" American man of whom she'd
dreamed for so long, her (as it turns out, not-so-charming) prince who
would allow her to live as a princess rather than as a peasant, to be
Somebody rather than nobody.
I had made her my wife; in doing so, I had transformed her very identity.
Even if, in fucking her in the ass without mercy, I had stripped her of
her dignity, I owned her, body and soul; she belonged to me, and she
would talk to me again, sooner, rather than later.
The same afternoon, she did speak to me, her tone cold and insolent. I
let her impudence pass--for the moment. After all, I could always deal
with her disrespectful attitude later, if I chose to punish her for it.
Meanwhile, I had met one of my two goals. I had fucked a transsexual in
her lovely young ass. Next, I would fuck Bindy between her beautiful,
man-made tits.
* * *
The easiest way to accomplish my second goal, I supposed, was to
apologize to Bindy and treat her to a night out on the town. I won't
bore you with the details. It's enough that my plan had the desired
effect. Bindy forgave me, after I promised I'd never fuck her in the ass
again with my "big American cock." She even agreed, as a consolation
prize, so to speak, to let me fuck her tits when I asked for this
consideration from her.
Needless to say, we were home early, with Bindy a little more than tipsy.
"No floor, Brian," she insisted. Her breasts, tummy, pubes, and upper
thighs still bore the slight pink bands that the bamboo rods of the mat
had imparted to her flesh as I'd fucked her ass while she lay upon the
floor, and she, obviously, didn't want any more of the pain that had gone
with her acquisition of these temporary marks.
I readily agreed. "No floor." Instead, we'd use the bed. When Bindy
was naked, I had her lie down on her back, her legs apart, and I
scrambled onto the mattress, straddling her ribs.
After laying my twelve inches between the round mounds of her eternally
buoyant breasts, I put her palms on the outer sides of her tits, left
hand to left boob, right hand to right boob, and demonstrated to her how
she should hold her knockers together so that their inner curves were
tight around my prick.
She smiled, looking lovely, to indicate that she had totally forgiven me
for (as she believed) nearly splitting her in half when I'd butt-fucked
her. There was no danger of that happening now, she understood: a pair
of tits were lovely, but fucking them was a far cry from fucking an ass.
There was no opening into her chest cavity, as there was into her rectum,
and, no matter how fast and furiously I fucked her between her tits,
there was no way I could split her in half or kill her, as she'd imagined
I might when I'd been balls-deep inside her ass.
Leaning forward, I slid my organ through the tunnel of sleek flesh that
the inner curves of her shemale breasts made and felt the delirious
sensation of my member's stark rigidity against the sharply contrasting
softness of her firm, smooth breasts. My cock twitched, lengthening
another inch, and my balls rose inside the tightening pouch of my
scrotum. Behind me, I felt the tip of Bindy's own eight-inch prick poke
me in the lower cleavage of my ass as her manhood stiffened and swelled.
As if the contact of her glans against my buttocks had been a goad, I
yanked my dick back, through the soft-smooth tunnel of Bindy's compressed
cleavage, and shoved it forward again, just as quickly and forcefully.
I've never fucked butter and have no desire to try it--I'm kinky, sure,
but not that kinky; I'd rather eat food than fuck it--but, I imagined, as
I pounded Bindy's sleek, soft boobs, that this act would have felt much
like fucking a pound of butter might feel--frictionless and easy.
Her boobs were really just skin stretched tight over silicone implants,
but the silicone jiggled and wiggled pretty much like the real flesh-and-
blood article, and Bindy's tiny nipples got surprisingly big within the
circles of their puffy areolas, looking womanly enough to fool all but
the manliest of men (or, perhaps, a woman). I sure as hell would never
have known that Bindy was a bitch with balls if her cock hadn't been
poking me in the ass, spurring me on as I fucked her transsexual tits.
As I poked my pecker between her knockers, Bindy raised her head from the
pillow, bringing her open mouth near the tip of my prick. Her pink
tongue extended between her soft, sensuous lips, and she licked my glans
as the purple dome thrust near her mouth. She relaxed her grip upon the
outside of her tits a little, and the mounds of flesh parted, allowing me
to see the shaft of my prick as I jabbed it back and forth between her
sleek orbs. My foot-long column of flesh was of sufficient length to
enter the circle of her lips and to slide, several inches, into the
delightfully warm, wet interior of her mouth, so that my fucking of her
tits was now accompanied by her sucking of my cock.
Meanwhile, Bindy's own penis, thick and hard, continued to poke at my
posterior, the tip of her manhood occasionally slipping into the cleavage
between my cheeks, as if probing for my anus. The thought of Bindy
fucking me in my ass as I had earlier fucked her in her ass was exciting,
and I felt the telltale stir of orgasm deep in my loins.
Relaxed now that she was confident that I couldn't split her in half with
my raging hard-on, as she seemed to believe I could when I'd been ass-
fucking her, Bindy grinned at me. "Fuck my titties, Brian!" she
encouraged me. "Fuck these boobies hard!"
I didn't need to be told twice--or even once--and I slammed into her
silicone mammary glands as fast and hard and deep as I could, my cock
colliding with Bindy's lips and sliding up her tongue, toward the back of
her throat. She slurped at my organ, her lips making wet, smacking
sounds. Her big Bambi's eyes were all smoky and distant, as if she were
somewhere else, far away, having withdrawn to a secret place in her
imagination, where maybe I was her Prince Charming, making love to her as
only a man in love can do, instead of fucking her between her tits and in
her mouth, which, despite its apparent intimacy, must be about as
impersonal as a sex act between a man and a woman--or, in Bindy's case, a
transwoman--can be.
The orgasm I'd anticipated overwhelmed me, and my semen spurted forth
from my cock in great geysers, spraying all over Bindy's startled face,
along her cleavage, and over her firm, round breasts. Another fountain
splashed over her, and another, followed by yet another, and she was
drenched in my warm, white semen. She smiled at me, her face covered in
sperm.
* * *
It was easy to get Bindy to believe that business had called me to
Thailand. To stay "rich," I told her, as if I lamented the fact, it is
necessary, from time to time, to travel to other places, although,
usually, only for a day or two. I'd be back--with presents--before she'd
have time to miss me, I promised her.
Then, I'd caught the red-eye flight from Manila to Bangkok, determined,
since I was, so to speak, in the neighborhood--the Philippines are only
1,380 miles from Thailand--to sample a piece of kathoey ass there. Bindy
is beautiful, but her reluctance to let me fuck her in the ass has begun
to wear on me, even after a few days, and I resolved to seek a Thai
tranny who doesn't share Bindy's disinclination to be banged in her
bunghole.
My first night in Thailand, I met Ming Li. She's everything that Bindy
is and more. Petite and slender, with midnight-colored hair, anime-size
eyes, grapefruit-size tits, a firm tummy, narrow hips, shapely legs,
compact buttocks, and a seven-inch cock, she is lovely to look at, but
she is also bold and adventurous in bed, loving to take a load of sperm
to the face, to swallow semen, and, most of all, to be fucked anywhere
and everywhere--in her mouth, between her tits, and up her ass. I know,
because, during the three days I've been conducting "business" here in
Bangkok, I've had her in every one of these ways and more.
Minh Li is the perfect ladyboy--way better than Bindy could ever hope to
be. There's just one problem.
Ming Li wants me. More accurately, she wants to marry me--for the same
reason that Bindy consented to be my wife: I am a "rich" American who can
offer her a better life. Unfortunately, bigamy is against the law in
Thailand, as it is in both the Philippines and the United States.
I'm not concerned, though. If I must marry Ming Li to sample her
transsexual charms, so be it. I'm sure Marsha can get my marriage to
Bindy annulled. After all, Bindy is a transsexual who lied about her sex
on her marriage application, and Marsha is one hell of an attorney.
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