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Sue Dexter—Chapter One
When Robert Dexter was quite young, he was diagnosed at his yearly dentalcheck-up as suffering from an acute attack of a virulent gum and tooth diseasealthough he, himself, was experiencing no discomfort. The initial diagnosiswas performed by Dr. Janet Cutler, and the extractions were performed by anoral surgeon, Dr. Ruth Miller, both recent but extremely competent medicalprofessionals.
"Well, Sue," Dr. Miller said, "He'll never bite anyone; all baby teeth andpermanent seed teeth are gone." Sue and Ruth exchanged a secret smile and lookeddown at the diminutive Robert, who was not fully over the effect of anesthetics. "Thereare a few more things I could remove from him, if you'd like," Ruth offered. "There'snot much down there anyway."
"You know," Sue whispered, "I like the idea of being able to tease him, andfor that he needs desire and frustration. No, let's leave him intact … fornow. There is always time for him to catch another 'disease' later."
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Sue Dexter wheeled her son to their car and helped him into the front seat,fastened his seat belt and drove towards their country home. She thought abouthow much interest he was beginning to pay to her, how he watched her when shecrossed her long, sleek legs, or got dressed up to go out. She had had smallvideo cameras set in the bathrooms and his bedroom, and she would monitor himfrom her laptop office watching him fondle her most intimate, delicate underwearthat she would leave for him to find in the bathroom. She mused about the dayshe would "accidentally" walk in while he had a pair of her panties in hismouth and a black stocking wrapped around his little penis.
The divorce had been so, so stressful. Robert's father was quite the asshole.His massive fortune ended up being split between them, and his half, most ofit, as far as Sue was concerned was becoming hers as well on a check-by-check,week-by-week basis. Blackmail was such a sweet thing, effectively done.
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Years before, Sue had meet Robert's father at a summer camp for rich kids.She was a counselor; he was a member of the camp's board of directors. Withinthree scandalous months they were married. She could not believe how well herplan had worked, and when her child was a boy, she was ecstatic. She woulddivorce the father, keep the son, and have the wealth and the young littleslave she had always wanted. By the time she was nineteen, she had her ownestate with cook, gardener and help. She was on her way. Little Robert wason his way too, he just didn't know where.
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Sue first met Clarissa at the exercise club. It was pretty exclusive; that'swhy she went there. There were two types of women there, those who alreadyhad their groins "supplemented" with princks, and those who were on their way,but needed a little more information. Clarissa loved talking about it. "Look,Sue. It's like this. You go into the FemTech clinic on a Friday afternoon.You get a bath, a massage, and a princk. By Sunday noon you're fully recovered,and in a week you're ready for action. In fact, it's terribly 'hard' to holdoff for that long, and you don't really have to. There's no scars, no pain,just a powerful urge to penetrate any male around you. You're already powerfullybuilt, with the testosterone added, you'll just get stronger, and more feminineas well. Your natural estrogen pumps to offset the testosterone. It's the bestof both worlds. And, honey, get a big one, like I did. You'll love it."
Clarissa loved to show off; she slipped off her leotard. As always, the entiregym grew silent. It was the first time Sue had seen Clarissa do this. Clarissa'sprinck, a long thick snake hung between her legs. She placed her right handsaround the shaft and gave it a gentle caress and then drew back her hand andstared at Sue. But Sue was not looking at Clarissa; her eyes were on her python.Silently, and with a powerful unstoppable force, the thing began to grow (howwas that possible) and thicken and rise until it was pointing straight at Sue. "Wouldyou like a closer look," whispered Clarissa. Sue squeaked back, "I don't thinkso." Large dollops of goo began to leak and fall from Clarissa's princk, andher breathing changed. One of the other princkesses, Jennifer, came over andstood between them, and hissed at Sue, "Quick, leave the room. Now!" Sue slowly,then quickly back away and ran into the locker room. "Clarissa, cut it out!You scared the shit out of her. She's big, BIG, money." Clarissa recognizedher friend, Rita, and began to come down from the edge. "Oh, yes, of course,you're right. But she is so hot. I wanted her."
Now there was an immediate problem in the gym—a fully erect and sexuallyengorged princkmistress. Erections in the gym were not unusual; it was a "normal" wayof life for these endowed women, but Clarissa was often a little eccentricand out of control. She was still breathing heavy, panting, and her eyes weredarting around. Clarissa was still dangerous. "Get Roger in here," Jenniferyelled. Roger was the club's masseuse, a "old" man in his early 30's, who hadhandled one of Clarissa's raging hard-ons before. Clarissa's eyes were beginningto glow and narrow. Roger came into the gym, running. He stopped short whenhe saw who it was.
"I … want … him … bound…" Clarissa panted. Heturned to escape, but Jen had him first, by the shoulders, then the neck, thenwith a knee on his back, then with the Velcro wrapped around his elbows, asecond around his wrists, all behind him. Jennifer stood up and grabbed Rogerby his hair yanking him to his knees in front of Clarissa. "Don't kill him," Jenscreamed at Clarissa, but she was in a sexual fury at this point.
Clarissa's princkhead waved menacingly before Roger's face. "Get his denturesout," Jen said, and Melissa, another princkster, ran over and pinched Roger'sjaws apart and pulled the dentures and threw them to the floor muttering, "Theseare always slowing us down!" A stomp from her powerful foot crushed them beyondrepair.
Roger was visibly shaking. "Noo, pleath don't!" Clarissa grasped her princkand lashed him hard across his face… once … then again… again … again.Tears were streaming down his cheeks. Clarissa's princk was drooling heavily.She roughly grabbed him by his hair with her left hand and yanked his headforward. With her right hand, she slapped him so hard he blacked out for asecond, and Clarissa used that moment to begin the measured insertion of hermassive organ into his face ... inch by thick inch. As he began to come to,he remembered his circumstances and began to struggle against the Velcro bonds,but they held firm. He tried to pull away from the monster burrowing into hismouth and soon down his sensitive throat. Clarissa now had both hands behindhis head; she had not even begun her thrusting, she was simply slowly pullinghis mouth over her princk, like slipping on one of her black silk stockingsthat she loved to wear on her long, lean, strong legs.
"God, she IS beautiful," thought Sue, who was peeking in through the door,with one hand unconsciously rubbing between her legs." I want to do that, too," shemused.
Roger was good at this, he was trained and experienced to not gag, throw-upand choke to death. But her cum was strongly dribbling, flowing out of herprinckhead and he was having trouble swallowing the foul stuff. It was seepingout of his mouth. Fortunately, gravity took most of it to his chin and drippedit on the floor, but some gushed out by his upper lip and began to clog hisnose. His hands were tied and he couldn't do any thing but blow out as hardas he could, forming cum bubbles expanding and contracting on his face.
A small circle of princksters had formed around Clarissa, Roger and Jen.Cleo, a tall, beautiful black woman could see that Roger was done for if someonedidn't act quickly. Shrugging her powerful shoulders, she reached back overher head, grabbed the collar of her tight T-shirt and yanked if off, springingfree two awesomely round, firm breasts. Princkcum is awful stuff; it's thick,viscous, foul tasting and … seriously addictive. But now, Roger wassmothering in an extremely small quantity of it accumulating on his upper lip,and more, way more, was on its way. Without the ability to wipe it away, hewas dead meat, and not much fun, either. Cleo began to wipe the princk cumoff his face with her T-shirt, and Roger immediately took a huge breath throughhis nose, then another. Maybe he could survive Clarissa, again. Maybe.
Clarissa liked the power of life and death; she was dangerous. She was inthe throes of sexual desire, but she still knew what she liked, and she likedto feed her desire on fear. She began to pinch Roger's nose … then lethim breathe ... then pinch it again. Roger was going crazy, literally, withfear. Clarissa was getting higher and higher on it. His eyes were begging herto stop, but she kept doing it and glared heartlessly down at him. "If shekills him, I'm going to be real pissed," thought Cleo. "That little white boyreally knows how to suck me long and slow. Shit."
There were only two women that Clarissa treated as equals, and Cleo was oneof them. Not only was she bigger and stronger than Clarissa, she knew how tobring Clarissa off so that Clarissa saw stars! Cleo decided to try to saveher favorite little male princksucker. She started stroking Clarissa's backwith long, steady strokes, like you would a spooky horse. Then Clarissa's magnificentass cheeks, and then her thighs. Cleo was on her knees behind Clarissa, herhands lovingly stroking Clarissa's strong, smooth legs. Cleo slowly eased herhand between Clarissa's thighs and slid the fingers of her right hand imperceptiblyover Clarissa's anus, brushed against her sensitive perineum, and then exploredtheir way past Clarissa's swollen vulva lips into Clarissa's soppingly wetvagina. Clarissa gasped. "Shhsssh, girl," said Cleo, "you're going to likethis."
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Hidden behind Clarissa's magnificent heavy balls, was a damp bog of exquisitepleasure, and Cleo knew where all the pressure points were. God, it was wetin there. Little rivulets of femcum began to run down Clarissa's thighs. Unlikethe princk juice, the femcum was sweet and Cleo rewarded herself with a longsensuous lick.
"Oh, yes, Roger's dying," Cleo thought to herself. Cleo left hand snakedaround Clarissa's left leg and behind Clarissa's large, low-hanging ball sackand found Clarissa's second favorite plaything, her clitoris. She carefullybegan to push up the cloak on Clarissa's hooded cobra. Her clit was thick andmoist and pulsing. Cleo began to stroke it and Clarissa began to press forwardwith each stroke of Cleo's warm hand. Clarissa's "petite princk" engorged itselfwith blood and fattened and lengthened. Cleo wrapped her fingers around itand Clarissa began to push and hump while her clitoris slid in and out of Cleo'shand, carefully and teasingly modulating the pressure, the friction that Clarissawould feel.
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Roger was barely alive now, and the thick princkcum was at his nose againbeginning to suffocate him. He would not be the first man in the exercise roomto smother of princkcum; he would not even be the first to do so this week;it was the new male condition.
Cleo gripped Clarissa's clit firmly and Clarissa responded with a low grunt,and began to thrust in earnest, driving her hips forward wildly to take advantageof Cleo's grasp of her massive clit. Femcum began to stream down Clarissa'slegs and puddle up around her feet. Cleo reach between Clarissa's legs andbegan to pinch Clarissa's clit erotically and rub its oh, so, tender head. "Ahhhhhhh!" screamedClarissa, "Yes, Yes. Yesssss!" Clarissa's world exploded with both a vaginalorgasm and her princk's volcanic expulsion of cum. Roger's head was thrownabout by the force of Clarissa's violent orgasmic thrusts, but his neck wasnot broken because of the massive living flesh splint Clarissa had inserteddown his throat. On the last violent thrust, Roger, unconscious, was thrownoff, and Clarissa collapsed to her knees, panting with a look of exhaustionand pleasure on her face. She was flush and her princk rested on the floorbetween her legs, still moving and twitching, as it very slowly began to lossa small amount of it turgidity. Everyone around knew that she and her princkcould be immediately ready for renewed action if provoked. No one dared.
Jen had dragged Roger's unconscious body away from Clarissa's princkheadand rolled him on his stomach and removed the Velcro bonds. No one, but noone ever gave mouth-to-mouth respiration to someone who had been sucking princk.There was one possibility. Jen stood above Roger and began to pound her foot,first gently and then very hard on his lower back, middle back and then upperback in a repeating pattern, and he began to show some signs of life. Firsta quiet moan, and then violent coughing, and then something that Roger almostnever did; he threw up. Roger did not have the strength to get up, and he rolledto his side and shaking he gagged and gagged and threw up vast quantities ofthe princkcum. Clarissa got to her feet and grabbed him by the back of hisneck and pushed his face into the foul puddle. "Get a spoon," she screamed,and someone brought one from a lunch bag. Clarissa thrust it into Roger's shakinghand. "Now, eat every drop. Don't you dare waste any!"
Roger looked up at Clarissa. His face was covered in tears and princkcumand femcum, and he placed the spoon in the goo on the floor and began to eatit, spoonful by spoonful. "That's a good boy, "Clarissa said, and the womenall laughed. "And when you're done, as a treat, you can lick up the pool offemcum over there." Marsha, another princkster brought Roger a window squeegeeto help him do his job, and they all laughed again. The tension was finallygone in the room, and Roger spent the next two hours eating and then lickingthe floor clean under their laughter and jeering eyes. But he was glad Cleohad saved him.
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Sue was amazed and thought, "I do that, too. Hmmm, I can practice on my littlesubmissive Robert," and a plan began to form in her mind….
End of Chapter One — Sue Dexter
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