(C) - GratefulFred
The Swallower
She had a rep as a swallower and not a spitter. Ages ago she had mastered the gag reflex by instinct and could take a guy like me down whole and she’d never spit up a drop. She craved the taste I could give to her and has been known to do a series of guys one at a time. Doing us would get her so wet I bet. She even did girls so the legend tells.
We were a group of guys and gals just going with the flow doing our thing when she came into the room. I saw her sexy form from behind the glass window. Her breasts were large as was the rest of her. She looked down and without saying a word she went for one of us. I saw her grab Frankie first. In front of us all she swallowed him. It was truly erotic. Jane went second and Steve went third. God, I longed to be deep throated by her like the others. Next it came my turn and I was excited. I felt grand as she took me and told me that she was saving the biggest for last. She brought me to heaven as she took me inside her lovely mouth.
My last thoughts were it sure is a short life for a goldfish.
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Double Penetration
I am a submissive kind of guy by nature. Perhaps that’s why she liked me so much. Our story goes that we met at a super market, and no not in the vegetable section (so cliché’). Anyways, I knew from the beginning how much she wanted me, and that tonight she just had to have me.
She was a romantic no doubt, as I still remember the candles illuminating the room and the wax slowly seductively dripping down its surface. I decided to play indifferent which simply drove her wild. Without speaking she reached down and pulled out my long slender poll. She took control as she shoved me deep inside her hallowed tunnel. I moved from side to side as I went deeper into her sacred sanctuary whispering sweet nothings in her ear as we played our love games. I hammered away inside her, and as I came out she had another unexpected treat in store. She inserted me in her other darkened hole and I felt myself totally absorbed in the experience. I was exactly what she needed as she looked down and smiled at me, a smile of intense satisfaction. I really didn’t mind her using me. In fact life isn’t really so bad, even for a Q-tip like me.
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A Fishy Tale
After plunging out my brains on the slot machines aboard a casino cruise, and having barfed up a poorly cooked fish diner, I decided to walk outside to get a nice ocean breeze. At least here I wasn't going to get taken...or so I thought. It was about 3am under a full moon and I was alone just listening to the waves crash against the ship. I became fixated on the vastness of the ocean as the ship hugged the international water line.
Suddenly, a swift breeze hit me and I lost my balance and toppled overboard. The surreal had become the real as I made myself to the surface in a dreadfully cold ocean. I screamed to no avail as the ship moved on out of sight. The waves were real and frightening. Panic overtook me. I thought about swimming in the direction of the ship but the waves coming from the propeller were knocking me underwater. Just stay afloat was my soul purpose in life.
Perhaps I should just give up. Not in my nature I rationalized. Better to staying aboard 'til the crack of day to see that blistering sun. No one could possibly find my little spec in the great ocean but I'll just try to catch one amazing sunrise. Just tread water as best as I could, for as long as I could.
Seeing, or perhaps not seeing a splash nearby, gave me a new reason for fright. A shark would have no problem snagging me as I kicked for my very existence. Something was circling around me. I'd rather drown then be eaten alive. A pull at 1 foot and then a second and soon I was underwater.
When I awoke I was on some blue gravel. I was in a large glass structure but could breath. Water surrounded the glass structure on all 4 sides above and bellow me. I could see several strange looking fishes looking in. Oxygen was being fed in through a tube. I was alive - thank God but where was I?
It was then that I discovered that I was not alone. There were a few dozen other people with me all nude all quite depressed. Some were eating what appeared to be cardboard. A group of them were bending over the body of someone who appeared to be sick or dead.
"He's sick"...one of the girls told me. I wanted to know more but was pulled away as a giant net on a post reached down to scoop the body out rather haphazardly as the sick man screamed. We all watched as these shark-like fish tore his bodies to shreds. What type of hell have I been put in?
"Will somebody for God's sake please give me some answers?" I screamed.
One of the kids grabbed my hand and took me to a sign on the glass.
Fresh Human Breeding Tank - 10-Ton Air Capacity
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The Boy with Two Cocks
I was born with two sets of sexual organs as you can tell from my title. My mom would've kept it all hush hush, as we were living in the farm belt at the time, but word spread quite quickly when you are bored shitless in rural America waiting for that tornado to blow you away since your wife was to prissy to do you. Anyways, since word got out I had to endure lots of ridicule and abuse in my early days. Guys were always beating me up and pulling down my pants.
It was a depressing time of my life but that all started to change when I hit puberty. Girls wanted to have a piece of me. They knew I was equipped or rather overly equipped and doing me was like the "In" thing to do at the time. None of them cared to be my girlfriend and all since I was still the deformed geek, but what I had was something taboo and it made them feel oh so good. And even after I had boned most of the girls in my class, the girls never stood up for me, as guys would throw insult after insult upon me.
That was until one day, when she spoke up in my defense. Christy. Yes Christy. She was a new girl out here who didn't like the abuse I was taking - someone who I had never had. In fact, I don't think anyone ever had her. She was a shy geek similar to me. I had to thank her for the courage she showed in class that day that I'll never forget. Turns out that we had a lot in common. As we sat there on break or at the cafeteria, all we just did was talk and talk and talk. Here was a girl that liked me even though she knew of my deformity. The world could go to hell for all I cared so long as I could stay with my Christy.
That night, Jennie, one of the girls from my class, kind of the girl leader, told me she wants to see me out at the abandoned barn. There I met a whole string of girls and 1 by 1, I fucked their brains out exploding my hot cum in both their hot asses and pussies. I don't know about other guys but I always seemed to be able to recover quite quickly.
During the next day in class, I was with Christy each moment I could spare. Devon, a.k.a Mr. Popular, told me that he wanted me to hang with him. Christy said, they are probably trying to trick me. I had told her that they've probably got too tired of kicking my butt - people got to grow up sometimes.
That night Devon and his buddies jumped me and brought me to the farm. There I saw Jennie and the other girls who had apparently told of me having sex with them all. All I ever wanted before was to fit in, and now all I wanted to do was to escape. I fought with all the strength I had but it was to no avail as they pulled out the large pair of scissors. The pain I felt was beyond comprehension.
Months later I was coming back from the hospital. Christy had been to see me but it was hard to speak to her, my mom, or anyone again. From once I had two cocks, all that I had now was a two stumps coming out from the skin.
In time, I realized that Christy loved me as I did her. It didn't matter about my new deformity any more then my old one. I learned to be a masterful lover with the little bit I had and made up for my deficiencies in other ways.
