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Episode 163 - Sex In Paris free porn video
This story features Sperm Donation and brutal sex was submitted 9 years ago as Episode 17, if you are counting, but deleted by xhamster.
It has been softened slightly to appease the censors, but please do not read if easily offended by my fantasies.
In Bed
Early one Sunday morning Tony roused from a wet dream to find a young woman’s body straddling his prick and rubbing her tits up and down his chest.
“Hush”, she purred “mustn't wake your step-sister”.
Tony had already run his hands up and down her sides – taught firm flesh, and checked out her breast size – too small and pointy to be Sam’s wobbly 34D pair; these were certainly no more than a delicious firm B cup, with dark hard thrusting nipples.
“Good morning” he replied “who are you and what are you doing jamming that luscious wet cunt onto my throbbing pole at 6 o’clock?”
“Your mum said you had loads of spare spunk, so I was sent in to relieve you of some”.
Just then Sam, walked in carrying two cups of tea. Sam was wearing just the silky French knickers he had bought for her birthday. Like most presents it was as much for his pleasure as hers, ideal for fucking her through the wide leg openings and feeling the soft satin fabric against his balls.
"What are you doing fucking my step-brother?" she demanded "that's my job on Sundays", leaning over to stroke Giselle's damp arse cheeks. On the radio a news item on Human Genetics is discussing the problems of getting enough sperm donors.
After watching Giselle bouncing up and down on his shiny prick, Sam pushes against the bum cheeks and her step-brother's prick leaves the tight fleshy folds and stands up, glistening proudly with Giselle's juices. She eases Giselle forwards, pulling her arse cheeks apart and slips both thumbs between the soft lips. Taking Tony's cock down her throat, it tastes of raspberry-flavoured sex-lubricant and Giselle's perfume.
Sam: "I love the taste of your raspberry juice; it's so slippery, I can hardly grip your pussy lips".
Giselle: "That's the idea baby: keep chewing and I might cum on your face".
Sam alternates between sucking the juices off his cock and licking more out of Giselle's arse, until with a grunt Tony pumps a large quantity of spunk down her throat.
Flipping Giselle over onto her back she traces the letters tattooed into her pubes with a finger "B", "a", "i", "s", "e", 'r" and lower down almost hidden in the jet-black hairy triangle "M", "o", "i".
"Baiser Moi" exclaims Sam. "Fuck Me" replies Tony "who did this?"
The radio drones on:
The Human Fertilisation and Embryology Authority has begun a three-month consultation period on the existing rules governing egg and sperm donation. People who donate in the UK are currently only allowed to be compensated for expenses and loss of earnings, a maximum of £250.
Dr David King of Human Genetics Alert and Dr Allan Pacey of the British Fertility Society discuss payment for egg and sperm donors.
Although I can only comment as a multiple egg donor with a limited knowledge of the sperm donation process - what rubbish! I believe there should be equality for all donors, but see no reason why sperm donors should be paid more than egg donors. Blah blah blah…
Licking out Giselle, Sam asks "Why is this debate all about men, egg donation is far more invasive – hormones for weeks, and a nasty trip to the clinic to 'harvest' them. Tony, why are your nipples so hard?"
Both girls stop fucking him and demand he signs up right away as a Sperm Donor on the laptop.
Tony: "OK, but only if I can watch you two and mum putting on a Lesbian Show".
The girls complain they are hungry after licking each other out and promise a show after breakfast.
Signing Up
Downstairs, after breakfast, Tony is sat at the laptop signing up on the web site – Giselle watches over his shoulder.
Question: usual stuff: Hair colour, eye colour, ethnicity.
[Answer: brown, brown, white]
Question: who have you fucked in the last 6 months [tick all that apply]:
[Mother’s live-in lesbian lover , Blonde Barmaid with Big Tits ,Random Girl picked up in Pub , College Fuck-Buddy , Post-Mistress , Other -please name]
Question: "When did you last have sex (with someone else, or masturbation)?":
[Select from last week, yesterday, 10 minutes ago]
Question: You need to abstain from ejaculating for at least 2 days, can you do that?
[Select from OK , OK but only if don’t go to pub , OK but only if Sam doesn’t wear her cheerleaders outfit]
Question: Describe where you learnt cunnilingus:
[Answer: learnt between Sam’s thighs, Mum showed me how to chew her clit]
Question: How many girls / women have you screwed at one time
[Answer: only 3 - is that bad?]
Question: Describe your favourite masturbation fantasy [maximum 250 words]:
Question: Your mum picks up a bar-maid for you to play with – what do you do?
Question: You are walking close behind 3 teenage girls wearing tight white shorts, sunlight glowing through the fabric: are you hoping to see white thongs underneath or just bare slits?
Question: Does your step-sister Sam give you the best soapy-tit wank ever?
Question: If you found Sam and Giselle tribbing could you just watch or need to join in?
Question: Can Giselle fuck you up the arse with her black strap-on?
Study these 6 photographs of naked ch1ldren, answer the questions:
Question: Determine their gender [photos only show bottoms, some wearing thongs]
[All boys, All girls, 3 of each, don’t care I would fuck them all anyway]
"Do you like my website?" murmurs a voice over his shoulder.
"Yours?" enquires Tony and Sam turning around to lick Giselle's nipples.
Lesbian Show
Mum, Sam and Giselle are dressed identically in soft see-through white crotchless panties, long white stockings and black chokers. Giselle has a green narrow army-style belt around her hips carrying a number of tiny screw-top jars full of differently-coloured (and flavoured) sex-lubricants. Following her brutal gangbang and vaginal reconstruction surgery she cannot produce cuntal juices naturally, instead never goes anywhere without this assistance.
Tony watched open-mouthed as his mother ground her cunt between her lover Giselle's thighs; hauling on her hard pointed nipples for traction. Sam applied her new-found favourite raspberry juice to her own cunt and her mum's tits, before licking it all off. Sam had to restrain Tony from joining in, by giving him some juice to masturbate with. She then strapped on a giant black dildo, lubed it up to attack Giselle's exposed arse. Giselle screamed as it powered in, and shook violently to climax crushing mum's head which was now between her legs, lapping at her hairy cunt.
Sam just managed to bound across the room and get Tony's erupting prick between her soft tits before his spunk flew in an arc, pumping and splattering her face and neck.
Sperm Donation Centre
Tony got an email from the Sperm Donation Centre asking him to attend the following day; Sam asked "Can I come too?"
"Yes of course" purrs Giselle "I hear that you two climax at the same time – it would be lovely to have you too" watching Sam's chest rise and fall.
Giselle asks to fuck Sam's breasts when she strips off – grinds her cunt onto Sam's nipples, catching and squeezing them, trying to get at more and more tit flesh.
Sam accompanies Tony to the donation centre and they meet Giselle in a black mesh catsuit in reception. After filling in a simple form, Giselle hands Tony a locker key and towel and leads him upstairs to the 'treatment' room. Tony cannot take his eyes off Giselle's wriggling perfect arse and hairy mound through the open-crotch of the cat suit, and strokes her bottom in the top corridor. She orders him to strip off, leave his clothes in the locker, runs through the Safety Instructions, pulling his hand off her breasts and pushes him into the shiny cylindrical booth.
Giselle and Sam sit in the 'control room' monitoring the videos that Tony is seeing in his booth; Giselle turns down the volume to talk with Sam.
Sperm Donation Booth
As Tony sat down onto the carefully sculpted seat, designed to keep his legs apart and prick fully accessible, a circular screen slid effortlessly across at waist level to rest against his tummy and disguise the machinery slowly engulfing this erection. A video of gorgeous women sucking peaches, kissing each other, with juice dribbling off their chins played onto the front wall. Whenever Tony turned his head to focus on a pair of breasts or even a nipple, the eye-tracking system enlarged the image, producing massive heavy tits encased in flimsy fabric. Peering at a cleavage running in sticky peach juice, he watched hands pushed into panties, reaching for cunts. Looking down he watched in awe as the image of a hardening circumcised penis, rather like his own, was sucked into a cavernous mouth, just as the pressure increased for real on his prick head in the machines mouth. The machine felt exactly like his prick was engulfed in a giant peach, except that it was pulsating. His prick felt like it was growing to enormous girth, splitting the peach open, letting the juices drip down his thighs.
Meeting Yasmin
Meanwhile in the control room, Giselle explained how she got the job, and met Yasmin:
“I was out with a bunch of school friends in a coffee shop in Paris, one was giggling that the serving girl had enormous feet, and her tits didn’t look quite right “maybe she’s one of those trans-sexual thingies – go give her crotch a squeeze”. So I dutifully brushed my hand across the front of her trousers, and wow she had a prick. We were in a quiet corner of the bar, so I unzipped her fly and out popped this enormous prick right into my hand. The other girls had stopped laughing and watched in awe as I sucked Yasmin off – we were instantly lovers.
She was Moroccan, perfect almost black skin; we danced all night, hands caressing our boobs and thighs, his/her fingers shoved gently up my cunt. I woke up next morning in her bed, curled up with Yasmin behind kissing my neck and ears, pushing his/her breasts into my back. I turned onto my front and Yasmin licked all around my bottom and cunt, then there was a real-feeling prick sliding in from on top. I assumed at first it was a strap-on, it was so hard, and then she spurted real spunk. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, and she was my lover, didn’t matter that others called her a trans-sexual. Her large hard nipples were pierced, each fitted with a small silver ring, joined by a shiny blue heavy chain. I quickly moved in to her flat, and we would often spend all day in bed just sucking and fucking, but she would never put anything larger than a slim finger into my arse; she said I must save it for someone really special. I had lost my virginity to a schoolboy years before, but none had made me feel so complete and sexy. We worked out at a mixed-sex gym, where the usual dress-code was topless; lovely to see the sweat dripping off male and female nipples. Most sessions ended up as giant fuck-sessions in the showers or sometimes in the swimming pool.
We invited lots of boys and girls my age, and some like Yasmin, to our parties, which were really orgies, where every imaginable form of sex happened.
So when she got a job in a Sperm Donation Clinic; I cannot really imagine how she hid her prick during the 'interview', I went along too. We made a formidable double-act, dressed in just leather skirts and long boots; all the men stared at our breasts and ignored the bulge in the front of her tight skirt. If the client 'needed a hand' I would wank him into a flask from the front, while Yasmin would fuck his arse from behind. Most spurted so hard I had trouble catching it all, and often had to suck them off. The men were paid in cash, about 100euro, and they often gave us a tip for our trouble, so the money was great. If the guy was attractive I would sometimes let him fuck my cunt for money, and Yasmin loved it up the arse. But I began to wonder what anal would feel like and experimented with her smallest anal plugs and thinnest dildos, but she would never do more than lick my arse, never fuck it.
Paris Clinic
The French Interior Minister had set up a sperm donation clinic in Paris, mostly because she loved to watch men being masturbated, and it provided a secure job for her favourite trans-sexual Yasmin. It was located in a quiet street above a tattoo studio, both sharing a front door so men could come and go at any time of day without arousing suspicion.
The clinic just had a reception area with a desk and a comfy sofa for waiting, and out back a 'treatment' room filled with men's magazines and a cupboard. It was full of glass flasks, latex gloves, whips, studded collars, dildos and anal plugs; anything really to assist the clients to produce loads of lovely sperm, which was quick frozen and sent to the lab for testing. Giselle would pop in after school to help out, and sometimes worked a few hours at the weekend.
Most clients were friendly, except for one day in December...
The brutal gang-bang
Giselle describes her painful session in Paris to Sam – gradually changes to first person "we're going to fuck you up you bitch". One morning Yasmin had thrown three English blokes out for being drunk, and told them to come back when they were sober and could actually make some spunk.
Yasmin was out at lunch and must have left the main door unlocked - unfortunately I was unprepared when they returned.
I should mention that the tattoo shop downstairs also does intimate piercings - Yasmin had persuaded me to get a clitoral ring fitted to match my nipple piercings - the owner Guy very happy to oblige for free, provided he could include the photos of my young pussy in his catalogue for ‘special’ customers.
We also had an arrangement for men wanting an ampallang fitted - it’s a barbell fitted horizontally right through the head of the flacid penis, to increase sexual pleasure, but needs a very careful measurement of the erect shaft.
Normally a customer would need to raise his own erection, but of course this was exactly our skillset, so Guy would call one of us down to help measure, take a sperm sample, watch the ‘operation’ and provide ‘aftercare’ - regular penetrative sex wasn’t recommended for at least 3 months
Guy had recommended using a mild electro-stimulation device to speed up the healing process of my clitoral piercing - it felt beautiful every day giving Yasmin remote control of my orgasams.
I inserted one short stubby probe into my dripping pussy and attached the croc-clip on the other wire to the clit ring - setting the electric charge to medium usually satisfied my yearnings whilst she was out for lunch.
I was panting towards another climax when I heard the front door open and heavy footsteps on the stairs, so I called out: "we're not open yet - come back later".
Three blokes burst in up the stairs and into our space: "Yes you fuckin are! - Hold the bitch down -we are cumming right now" then it all went crazy.
One of them rips off her short blue overalls to reveal jutting bare breasts, with highly erect nipples, and open-crotch tights. "Keep them on" smirks the youngest one "we can fuck her up real easy".
They blindfolded me and tied me face-down to the desk, with my legs horribly spread, exposing my virgin bum-hole to their attention. One by one they pushed enormous cocks in and then brought them round to my face to suck off the mixture of spunk, bum juice and bl00d.
They swore and promised to tear me apart if I screamed – the panic button did nothing. One slapped and gouged my tits, and [email protected] something horribly sharp between my legs, making me climax when it hit my clit.
Giselle gouges her engagement ring into one face; another pulls out of her arse then forces his prick down the throat, she spits him out "bastard" she snarls "I'm going to get even with you three"
One bloke lay across the desk, pulling Giselle on top of him up the arse in a fierce reverse cowgirl. Second bloke roughly blindfolds her, tying her wrists tightly, and forces several fingers into her moist cunt. I heard one of them laughing at an enormous dildo he pulled out of the desk drawer and whacked it experimentally across my bare tits.
"What do you use this for, bitch?" he screamed, twisting my nipples hard. I was really frightened now as one stuffed the dry dusty dildo into my mouth, screaming "Suck this bitch". The groping fingers were replaced by a hard cock rubbing between my pussy lips, and he forced it in. In spite of the fear drying my mouth, my cunt was dripping her pussy juices, lessening the tearing pain. After a few agonising minutes, when I thought of passing out, they all swapped places, and a huge slimy prick thrust down my throat, choking my screams, I could hardly breathe.
The prick smelled and tasted disgusting – a mixture of bl00d and other stuff: "Oh God" I thought he has been up my arse, and this is my bl00d. The bloke grunted, then came hard pouring red hot spunk into my mouth; I bit him, sinking my front teeth into his cock head. He howled, and then I regretted it as he slapped me hard across the face, knocking off the blindfold. The spunk however must have gone straight into my central sex area, and I felt my cunt contracting towards a small shaking unwanted orgasm. Fortunately it didn't last long, and none of the bastards seemed to notice.
One of them found a felt-tip pen and scrawled "Baiser Moi" – "Fuck Me" across my pubes, jabbing the sharp point repeatedly into the soft flesh above my immature shaven pubes.
Now I could see the youngest bloke filming his mates attacking me, zooming into my breasts dripping in sweat and mouth full of spunk. I then looked down in horror as the biggest bloke – he must have been a body-builder – swapping the smooth round barbell ends on his cock piercing for spiked ones which could only have been designed for destroying cunts.
He held my ankles apart and plunged this spiked cock at my cunt several times before it sunk inside with a horrible ripping sound.
It was almost an out of body experience: I heard myself screaming as he plunged into my young cunt, the spikes tearing slices into the cunt walls, bl00d spewing down my thighs. I must have fainted from the pain, and then came around with two cocks down my throat making me heave.
The taste of bl00d was overwhelming. This was no normal gang-bang they were clearly trying to tear her apart, force as much of their filthy English spunk into her body, stop anybody else ever enjoying her soft ripe young French body; breaking her arse, degrading her beyond recognition.
Before fainting I remember pressing the panic button under the desk, and some long time later a police car siren approached the clinic. The blokes panicked, grabbing their discarded clothing and rushing out the door, before giving me another hard slapping across the face and poor tortured breasts. I dare not look down at my damaged body, and just lay there slipping in and out of consciousness.
The aftermath
After Yasmin returned, untied me and bathed the wounds, we collected up the spunk pouring down my thighs and onto the desk, before the police arrived. They seemed more interested in Yasmin's papers – she was from Morocco, and may not have been quite legal, and they freaked when they discovered how old I was.
There was never any attempt to catch the three blokes. A video clip arrived the next day, showing the brutal sex in excruciating detail. Over the next 6 months we planned the move to England to track down the bastards; the Minister's contacts providing a name from the mobile phone number.
Hospital
The Minister paid for my treatment at a private hospital; it was home to France's finest experimental vaginal reconstruction surgery unit. It was normally used for discreet temporary fake hymens for wedding nights, but the surgeons jumped at the chance to work on Giselle's injuries.
One day I woke from the d**gs to find a lovely physiother****t had inserted tiny magnetic vibrators to improve bl00d flow and speed up healing. After a week or two he gradually used larger devices as cunt scar tissue came away. Mike the inventor brought in his latest models for me to try; they purred gently through the day holding the wounds apart to stop adhesions. The magnetic fields aligned the new nerve cells injected near my G-spot extended to the whole cunt, which now became extremely sensitive.
Yasmin visited every day, often staying overnight. She gently licked Giselle back to health. The Doctors explained that I will never conceive – tubes were far too damaged to reattach, but they thought orgasms would soon return.
One day Mike noticed a row of builder's toilets outside the hospital window; one always used by men carrying porn mags, obviously just for a wank. Thus our plan for revenge was hatched.
Treatment
After the stitches had been removed and most of the bruising gone down, I was placed in a gynaecological examination chair; legs gently prised apart and bright lights shone into my cuntal area. The student doctors and nurses were encouraged to don a latex glove, smear their fingers in flavoured lubricant and examine the vagina reconstruction work.
Most were much too gentle, just sliding one finger between my lips, but the girls were more adventurous – rubbing my new clit to watch for a reaction. Clearly some were getting a bit turned on – damp patches started to appear in trouser fronts and one very attractive girl pulled off her top and dangled her massive breasts over my face. When the physiother****t pushed the head of his erect prick into my moist bum-hole, I couldn't scream as my mouth was full of tit flesh. After a few careful strokes it stopped hurting and became quite a good anal fucking; a girl was still massaging my clit when I came for the first time in weeks.
On the day of release Yasmin kissed me passionately, sliding one hand inside my panties, the doctor warned him to treat me gently for the first few times: “remember she’s still quite fragile psychologically - go easy on the penetration - just finger depth to begin - she will feel pretty tight - just like a virgin again”.
Back in the UK, of course we took absolutely no notice of the doctor’s advise and fucked like sex-starved rabbits for days on end, then started plotting revenge on the three blokes….
To be continued
It has been softened slightly to appease the censors, but please do not read if easily offended by my fantasies.
In Bed
Early one Sunday morning Tony roused from a wet dream to find a young woman’s body straddling his prick and rubbing her tits up and down his chest.
“Hush”, she purred “mustn't wake your step-sister”.
Tony had already run his hands up and down her sides – taught firm flesh, and checked out her breast size – too small and pointy to be Sam’s wobbly 34D pair; these were certainly no more than a delicious firm B cup, with dark hard thrusting nipples.
“Good morning” he replied “who are you and what are you doing jamming that luscious wet cunt onto my throbbing pole at 6 o’clock?”
“Your mum said you had loads of spare spunk, so I was sent in to relieve you of some”.
Just then Sam, walked in carrying two cups of tea. Sam was wearing just the silky French knickers he had bought for her birthday. Like most presents it was as much for his pleasure as hers, ideal for fucking her through the wide leg openings and feeling the soft satin fabric against his balls.
"What are you doing fucking my step-brother?" she demanded "that's my job on Sundays", leaning over to stroke Giselle's damp arse cheeks. On the radio a news item on Human Genetics is discussing the problems of getting enough sperm donors.
After watching Giselle bouncing up and down on his shiny prick, Sam pushes against the bum cheeks and her step-brother's prick leaves the tight fleshy folds and stands up, glistening proudly with Giselle's juices. She eases Giselle forwards, pulling her arse cheeks apart and slips both thumbs between the soft lips. Taking Tony's cock down her throat, it tastes of raspberry-flavoured sex-lubricant and Giselle's perfume.
Sam: "I love the taste of your raspberry juice; it's so slippery, I can hardly grip your pussy lips".
Giselle: "That's the idea baby: keep chewing and I might cum on your face".
Sam alternates between sucking the juices off his cock and licking more out of Giselle's arse, until with a grunt Tony pumps a large quantity of spunk down her throat.
Flipping Giselle over onto her back she traces the letters tattooed into her pubes with a finger "B", "a", "i", "s", "e", 'r" and lower down almost hidden in the jet-black hairy triangle "M", "o", "i".
"Baiser Moi" exclaims Sam. "Fuck Me" replies Tony "who did this?"
The radio drones on:
The Human Fertilisation and Embryology Authority has begun a three-month consultation period on the existing rules governing egg and sperm donation. People who donate in the UK are currently only allowed to be compensated for expenses and loss of earnings, a maximum of £250.
Dr David King of Human Genetics Alert and Dr Allan Pacey of the British Fertility Society discuss payment for egg and sperm donors.
Although I can only comment as a multiple egg donor with a limited knowledge of the sperm donation process - what rubbish! I believe there should be equality for all donors, but see no reason why sperm donors should be paid more than egg donors. Blah blah blah…
Licking out Giselle, Sam asks "Why is this debate all about men, egg donation is far more invasive – hormones for weeks, and a nasty trip to the clinic to 'harvest' them. Tony, why are your nipples so hard?"
Both girls stop fucking him and demand he signs up right away as a Sperm Donor on the laptop.
Tony: "OK, but only if I can watch you two and mum putting on a Lesbian Show".
The girls complain they are hungry after licking each other out and promise a show after breakfast.
Signing Up
Downstairs, after breakfast, Tony is sat at the laptop signing up on the web site – Giselle watches over his shoulder.
Question: usual stuff: Hair colour, eye colour, ethnicity.
[Answer: brown, brown, white]
Question: who have you fucked in the last 6 months [tick all that apply]:
[Mother’s live-in lesbian lover , Blonde Barmaid with Big Tits ,Random Girl picked up in Pub , College Fuck-Buddy , Post-Mistress , Other -please name]
Question: "When did you last have sex (with someone else, or masturbation)?":
[Select from last week, yesterday, 10 minutes ago]
Question: You need to abstain from ejaculating for at least 2 days, can you do that?
[Select from OK , OK but only if don’t go to pub , OK but only if Sam doesn’t wear her cheerleaders outfit]
Question: Describe where you learnt cunnilingus:
[Answer: learnt between Sam’s thighs, Mum showed me how to chew her clit]
Question: How many girls / women have you screwed at one time
[Answer: only 3 - is that bad?]
Question: Describe your favourite masturbation fantasy [maximum 250 words]:
Question: Your mum picks up a bar-maid for you to play with – what do you do?
Question: You are walking close behind 3 teenage girls wearing tight white shorts, sunlight glowing through the fabric: are you hoping to see white thongs underneath or just bare slits?
Question: Does your step-sister Sam give you the best soapy-tit wank ever?
Question: If you found Sam and Giselle tribbing could you just watch or need to join in?
Question: Can Giselle fuck you up the arse with her black strap-on?
Study these 6 photographs of naked ch1ldren, answer the questions:
Question: Determine their gender [photos only show bottoms, some wearing thongs]
[All boys, All girls, 3 of each, don’t care I would fuck them all anyway]
"Do you like my website?" murmurs a voice over his shoulder.
"Yours?" enquires Tony and Sam turning around to lick Giselle's nipples.
Lesbian Show
Mum, Sam and Giselle are dressed identically in soft see-through white crotchless panties, long white stockings and black chokers. Giselle has a green narrow army-style belt around her hips carrying a number of tiny screw-top jars full of differently-coloured (and flavoured) sex-lubricants. Following her brutal gangbang and vaginal reconstruction surgery she cannot produce cuntal juices naturally, instead never goes anywhere without this assistance.
Tony watched open-mouthed as his mother ground her cunt between her lover Giselle's thighs; hauling on her hard pointed nipples for traction. Sam applied her new-found favourite raspberry juice to her own cunt and her mum's tits, before licking it all off. Sam had to restrain Tony from joining in, by giving him some juice to masturbate with. She then strapped on a giant black dildo, lubed it up to attack Giselle's exposed arse. Giselle screamed as it powered in, and shook violently to climax crushing mum's head which was now between her legs, lapping at her hairy cunt.
Sam just managed to bound across the room and get Tony's erupting prick between her soft tits before his spunk flew in an arc, pumping and splattering her face and neck.
Sperm Donation Centre
Tony got an email from the Sperm Donation Centre asking him to attend the following day; Sam asked "Can I come too?"
"Yes of course" purrs Giselle "I hear that you two climax at the same time – it would be lovely to have you too" watching Sam's chest rise and fall.
Giselle asks to fuck Sam's breasts when she strips off – grinds her cunt onto Sam's nipples, catching and squeezing them, trying to get at more and more tit flesh.
Sam accompanies Tony to the donation centre and they meet Giselle in a black mesh catsuit in reception. After filling in a simple form, Giselle hands Tony a locker key and towel and leads him upstairs to the 'treatment' room. Tony cannot take his eyes off Giselle's wriggling perfect arse and hairy mound through the open-crotch of the cat suit, and strokes her bottom in the top corridor. She orders him to strip off, leave his clothes in the locker, runs through the Safety Instructions, pulling his hand off her breasts and pushes him into the shiny cylindrical booth.
Giselle and Sam sit in the 'control room' monitoring the videos that Tony is seeing in his booth; Giselle turns down the volume to talk with Sam.
Sperm Donation Booth
As Tony sat down onto the carefully sculpted seat, designed to keep his legs apart and prick fully accessible, a circular screen slid effortlessly across at waist level to rest against his tummy and disguise the machinery slowly engulfing this erection. A video of gorgeous women sucking peaches, kissing each other, with juice dribbling off their chins played onto the front wall. Whenever Tony turned his head to focus on a pair of breasts or even a nipple, the eye-tracking system enlarged the image, producing massive heavy tits encased in flimsy fabric. Peering at a cleavage running in sticky peach juice, he watched hands pushed into panties, reaching for cunts. Looking down he watched in awe as the image of a hardening circumcised penis, rather like his own, was sucked into a cavernous mouth, just as the pressure increased for real on his prick head in the machines mouth. The machine felt exactly like his prick was engulfed in a giant peach, except that it was pulsating. His prick felt like it was growing to enormous girth, splitting the peach open, letting the juices drip down his thighs.
Meeting Yasmin
Meanwhile in the control room, Giselle explained how she got the job, and met Yasmin:
“I was out with a bunch of school friends in a coffee shop in Paris, one was giggling that the serving girl had enormous feet, and her tits didn’t look quite right “maybe she’s one of those trans-sexual thingies – go give her crotch a squeeze”. So I dutifully brushed my hand across the front of her trousers, and wow she had a prick. We were in a quiet corner of the bar, so I unzipped her fly and out popped this enormous prick right into my hand. The other girls had stopped laughing and watched in awe as I sucked Yasmin off – we were instantly lovers.
She was Moroccan, perfect almost black skin; we danced all night, hands caressing our boobs and thighs, his/her fingers shoved gently up my cunt. I woke up next morning in her bed, curled up with Yasmin behind kissing my neck and ears, pushing his/her breasts into my back. I turned onto my front and Yasmin licked all around my bottom and cunt, then there was a real-feeling prick sliding in from on top. I assumed at first it was a strap-on, it was so hard, and then she spurted real spunk. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, and she was my lover, didn’t matter that others called her a trans-sexual. Her large hard nipples were pierced, each fitted with a small silver ring, joined by a shiny blue heavy chain. I quickly moved in to her flat, and we would often spend all day in bed just sucking and fucking, but she would never put anything larger than a slim finger into my arse; she said I must save it for someone really special. I had lost my virginity to a schoolboy years before, but none had made me feel so complete and sexy. We worked out at a mixed-sex gym, where the usual dress-code was topless; lovely to see the sweat dripping off male and female nipples. Most sessions ended up as giant fuck-sessions in the showers or sometimes in the swimming pool.
We invited lots of boys and girls my age, and some like Yasmin, to our parties, which were really orgies, where every imaginable form of sex happened.
So when she got a job in a Sperm Donation Clinic; I cannot really imagine how she hid her prick during the 'interview', I went along too. We made a formidable double-act, dressed in just leather skirts and long boots; all the men stared at our breasts and ignored the bulge in the front of her tight skirt. If the client 'needed a hand' I would wank him into a flask from the front, while Yasmin would fuck his arse from behind. Most spurted so hard I had trouble catching it all, and often had to suck them off. The men were paid in cash, about 100euro, and they often gave us a tip for our trouble, so the money was great. If the guy was attractive I would sometimes let him fuck my cunt for money, and Yasmin loved it up the arse. But I began to wonder what anal would feel like and experimented with her smallest anal plugs and thinnest dildos, but she would never do more than lick my arse, never fuck it.
Paris Clinic
The French Interior Minister had set up a sperm donation clinic in Paris, mostly because she loved to watch men being masturbated, and it provided a secure job for her favourite trans-sexual Yasmin. It was located in a quiet street above a tattoo studio, both sharing a front door so men could come and go at any time of day without arousing suspicion.
The clinic just had a reception area with a desk and a comfy sofa for waiting, and out back a 'treatment' room filled with men's magazines and a cupboard. It was full of glass flasks, latex gloves, whips, studded collars, dildos and anal plugs; anything really to assist the clients to produce loads of lovely sperm, which was quick frozen and sent to the lab for testing. Giselle would pop in after school to help out, and sometimes worked a few hours at the weekend.
Most clients were friendly, except for one day in December...
The brutal gang-bang
Giselle describes her painful session in Paris to Sam – gradually changes to first person "we're going to fuck you up you bitch". One morning Yasmin had thrown three English blokes out for being drunk, and told them to come back when they were sober and could actually make some spunk.
Yasmin was out at lunch and must have left the main door unlocked - unfortunately I was unprepared when they returned.
I should mention that the tattoo shop downstairs also does intimate piercings - Yasmin had persuaded me to get a clitoral ring fitted to match my nipple piercings - the owner Guy very happy to oblige for free, provided he could include the photos of my young pussy in his catalogue for ‘special’ customers.
We also had an arrangement for men wanting an ampallang fitted - it’s a barbell fitted horizontally right through the head of the flacid penis, to increase sexual pleasure, but needs a very careful measurement of the erect shaft.
Normally a customer would need to raise his own erection, but of course this was exactly our skillset, so Guy would call one of us down to help measure, take a sperm sample, watch the ‘operation’ and provide ‘aftercare’ - regular penetrative sex wasn’t recommended for at least 3 months
Guy had recommended using a mild electro-stimulation device to speed up the healing process of my clitoral piercing - it felt beautiful every day giving Yasmin remote control of my orgasams.
I inserted one short stubby probe into my dripping pussy and attached the croc-clip on the other wire to the clit ring - setting the electric charge to medium usually satisfied my yearnings whilst she was out for lunch.
I was panting towards another climax when I heard the front door open and heavy footsteps on the stairs, so I called out: "we're not open yet - come back later".
Three blokes burst in up the stairs and into our space: "Yes you fuckin are! - Hold the bitch down -we are cumming right now" then it all went crazy.
One of them rips off her short blue overalls to reveal jutting bare breasts, with highly erect nipples, and open-crotch tights. "Keep them on" smirks the youngest one "we can fuck her up real easy".
They blindfolded me and tied me face-down to the desk, with my legs horribly spread, exposing my virgin bum-hole to their attention. One by one they pushed enormous cocks in and then brought them round to my face to suck off the mixture of spunk, bum juice and bl00d.
They swore and promised to tear me apart if I screamed – the panic button did nothing. One slapped and gouged my tits, and [email protected] something horribly sharp between my legs, making me climax when it hit my clit.
Giselle gouges her engagement ring into one face; another pulls out of her arse then forces his prick down the throat, she spits him out "bastard" she snarls "I'm going to get even with you three"
One bloke lay across the desk, pulling Giselle on top of him up the arse in a fierce reverse cowgirl. Second bloke roughly blindfolds her, tying her wrists tightly, and forces several fingers into her moist cunt. I heard one of them laughing at an enormous dildo he pulled out of the desk drawer and whacked it experimentally across my bare tits.
"What do you use this for, bitch?" he screamed, twisting my nipples hard. I was really frightened now as one stuffed the dry dusty dildo into my mouth, screaming "Suck this bitch". The groping fingers were replaced by a hard cock rubbing between my pussy lips, and he forced it in. In spite of the fear drying my mouth, my cunt was dripping her pussy juices, lessening the tearing pain. After a few agonising minutes, when I thought of passing out, they all swapped places, and a huge slimy prick thrust down my throat, choking my screams, I could hardly breathe.
The prick smelled and tasted disgusting – a mixture of bl00d and other stuff: "Oh God" I thought he has been up my arse, and this is my bl00d. The bloke grunted, then came hard pouring red hot spunk into my mouth; I bit him, sinking my front teeth into his cock head. He howled, and then I regretted it as he slapped me hard across the face, knocking off the blindfold. The spunk however must have gone straight into my central sex area, and I felt my cunt contracting towards a small shaking unwanted orgasm. Fortunately it didn't last long, and none of the bastards seemed to notice.
One of them found a felt-tip pen and scrawled "Baiser Moi" – "Fuck Me" across my pubes, jabbing the sharp point repeatedly into the soft flesh above my immature shaven pubes.
Now I could see the youngest bloke filming his mates attacking me, zooming into my breasts dripping in sweat and mouth full of spunk. I then looked down in horror as the biggest bloke – he must have been a body-builder – swapping the smooth round barbell ends on his cock piercing for spiked ones which could only have been designed for destroying cunts.
He held my ankles apart and plunged this spiked cock at my cunt several times before it sunk inside with a horrible ripping sound.
It was almost an out of body experience: I heard myself screaming as he plunged into my young cunt, the spikes tearing slices into the cunt walls, bl00d spewing down my thighs. I must have fainted from the pain, and then came around with two cocks down my throat making me heave.
The taste of bl00d was overwhelming. This was no normal gang-bang they were clearly trying to tear her apart, force as much of their filthy English spunk into her body, stop anybody else ever enjoying her soft ripe young French body; breaking her arse, degrading her beyond recognition.
Before fainting I remember pressing the panic button under the desk, and some long time later a police car siren approached the clinic. The blokes panicked, grabbing their discarded clothing and rushing out the door, before giving me another hard slapping across the face and poor tortured breasts. I dare not look down at my damaged body, and just lay there slipping in and out of consciousness.
The aftermath
After Yasmin returned, untied me and bathed the wounds, we collected up the spunk pouring down my thighs and onto the desk, before the police arrived. They seemed more interested in Yasmin's papers – she was from Morocco, and may not have been quite legal, and they freaked when they discovered how old I was.
There was never any attempt to catch the three blokes. A video clip arrived the next day, showing the brutal sex in excruciating detail. Over the next 6 months we planned the move to England to track down the bastards; the Minister's contacts providing a name from the mobile phone number.
Hospital
The Minister paid for my treatment at a private hospital; it was home to France's finest experimental vaginal reconstruction surgery unit. It was normally used for discreet temporary fake hymens for wedding nights, but the surgeons jumped at the chance to work on Giselle's injuries.
One day I woke from the d**gs to find a lovely physiother****t had inserted tiny magnetic vibrators to improve bl00d flow and speed up healing. After a week or two he gradually used larger devices as cunt scar tissue came away. Mike the inventor brought in his latest models for me to try; they purred gently through the day holding the wounds apart to stop adhesions. The magnetic fields aligned the new nerve cells injected near my G-spot extended to the whole cunt, which now became extremely sensitive.
Yasmin visited every day, often staying overnight. She gently licked Giselle back to health. The Doctors explained that I will never conceive – tubes were far too damaged to reattach, but they thought orgasms would soon return.
One day Mike noticed a row of builder's toilets outside the hospital window; one always used by men carrying porn mags, obviously just for a wank. Thus our plan for revenge was hatched.
Treatment
After the stitches had been removed and most of the bruising gone down, I was placed in a gynaecological examination chair; legs gently prised apart and bright lights shone into my cuntal area. The student doctors and nurses were encouraged to don a latex glove, smear their fingers in flavoured lubricant and examine the vagina reconstruction work.
Most were much too gentle, just sliding one finger between my lips, but the girls were more adventurous – rubbing my new clit to watch for a reaction. Clearly some were getting a bit turned on – damp patches started to appear in trouser fronts and one very attractive girl pulled off her top and dangled her massive breasts over my face. When the physiother****t pushed the head of his erect prick into my moist bum-hole, I couldn't scream as my mouth was full of tit flesh. After a few careful strokes it stopped hurting and became quite a good anal fucking; a girl was still massaging my clit when I came for the first time in weeks.
On the day of release Yasmin kissed me passionately, sliding one hand inside my panties, the doctor warned him to treat me gently for the first few times: “remember she’s still quite fragile psychologically - go easy on the penetration - just finger depth to begin - she will feel pretty tight - just like a virgin again”.
Back in the UK, of course we took absolutely no notice of the doctor’s advise and fucked like sex-starved rabbits for days on end, then started plotting revenge on the three blokes….
To be continued
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