This is filed under Sci-Fi & Fantasy because it's set in an alternate world. It will, though, heavily feature incest, big tits and big dicks like most of my stuff. And, as always, everyone involved is at least 18.
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My name is Alex Taylor. I had an accident and woke up in a world where I was a pornstar and every woman looked like they'd stepped out of an early 90's issue of Score magazine, including my mom and sister, both of whom were also pornstars. While they were more than eager to have sex with me, I hesitated. Trouble was, some fucker dressed in black fed me a load of lies and convinced me to leave this new world before I finally caved in and boned them both.
But now I'm back in Pornoland and things are gonna be different.
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The pitch black hole - - the portal to God knows where - - swallowed Damian and myself as we fell into it, that son of a bitch pulling me in after him. There was a weird, momentary feeling of falling coupled with a sort of weightlessness that almost made me sick before we landed or appeared or materialised or whatever the fuck it was we did, in a shallow stream bed.
I didn't exactly take stock of my surroundings as we stood - - bare rocks leading to hills on both sides, bright sunshine and the stream that came up to our ankles was all I really took in - - as I acted on instinct.
Damian pulled out his phone and was about to start dialling his way out of wherever the hell here was when a voice called out "Daddy!" from the rocks. We both turned and saw Charlene, his daughter, still wearing her angel wings and white stockings, tottering down to where we stood. Like I said, instinct took over and with one hand I grabbed his phone while with the other I punched him in the face, sending him sprawling back into the stream. I couldn't help but laugh as I ran to the other side of the stream - - I'd been wanting to hit that bastard for some time.
As quick as I could, I brought up the address book and rang Daphne's number. She answered on the first ring.
"Where is he, you bastard? Where's Alex?" she cried.
"It's me," I said quickly. "I've got his phone. What do I do now?" I said.
"Daddy, daddy are you all right?" Charlene asked as she splashed into the shallow stream and knelt at Damian's side.
"Get the phone!" Damian yelled. "Stop him!"
"Stand by," Daphne said. "Soon as you see a portal, you fucking jump, you hear?"
"Got it." I said.
Charlene started running towards me but stripper heels are no good in a slippery stream bed and she tumbled after the first couple of steps. As her and her father started to stand up in the water, a round, black hole appeared in the ground in front of me, widening as I watched.
"Nooooooo!" Damian roared, his voice sounding deeper and louder than before. I glanced at him and - - I swear - - my jaw just dropped open. The man in black was maybe half again as tall as he had been, his clothes tearing and hanging off him in strips, muscles rippling as he glared at me. But you know what? That wasn't the weirdest thing - - even stranger was the fact his skin had gone a deep red colour, his eyes glowed yellow and two bloody great horns had sprouted from his head.
"What the fuck?" I whispered, stepping towards the portal.
"Go, then," the Damian monster said. "I will find other worlds to rule but mark me well - - I will return."
I paused and, from somewhere, found the balls to lift my hand and give him the finger.
"Fuck you and your threats," I said, and stepped into the portal.
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"Alex? Alex, are you all right?" Daphne asked, shaking my shoulder. I looked up at her and then around the room - - I was back in Charlene's dressing room and, apart from being a little damp from that stream, was none the worse for wear.
"Shit," I said as I sat up, "you wouldn't believe what I've just seen."
"Maybe I would," Daphne said as she helped me stand up. "But you can tell me later. I think we should get out of here."
As quickly as we could, we headed back to the main room - - I couldn't help but stop and say goodbye to Siobhan who'd let us in - - before we got left the place and walked out into the city.
"Are there going to be any awkward questions to answer? I'm thinking more about Charlene Angel than Damian." I asked Daphne, pointing up at the big sign advertising the busty stripper I'd last caught a glimpse of sprawled in a stream. "Won't someone notice she's missing?"
"We should be okay," Daphne said. "This world will reconfigure itself in a couple of hours so that she won't even be remembered."
"Poor girl," I said. "Damian said something about other worlds to rule. Do you know what he was on about?"
Daphne smiled. "You and I come from different worlds, remember? Then there's this place, then there's wherever you went to with Damian just now - - stands to reason that there's others as well. I'm just glad to be rid of him."
"So what now?" I asked her as we reached my car.
"I'll still keep an eye on new arrivals here in Pornoland," Daphne said. "Help them fit in, that sort of thing. But I guess you and I go our separate ways. We only really got together to take down Damian and now that's done - - well, you've got your pornstar career to keep up."
"Shame," I said. "I kinda liked having someone normal to talk to," I said.
"But Alex, everyone here's normal when they look like this," Daphne said, smoothing her already tight dress over her curves, accentuating her huge tits and round ass. She laughed, leaned forward and kissed me. "Go be a pornstar, Alex. See you around."
And with that, she walked away.
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A couple of days later, I stepped into a bedroom holding Sarenna Fey - - this glorious, fucked up world's version of my all time favourite big boob model - - by the hand, leading her towards the bed. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a bun on top of her head as she smiled at me, her lovely blue grey eyes sparkling as she looked around the room. While I wore T-shirt and shorts, she was covered almost head to toe in a long raincoat.
"Are you sure your mother won't mind us using her room?" she asked me in her perfect, clipped English accent.
"I'm sure of it," I said, standing next to the bed and pulling my T-shirt over my head.
"You know the last time we were meant to get together, you fell, hit your head and ended up in hospital. That's not going to happen again, is it?" Sarenna asked.
"Definitely not," I said. "Now why don't you take off that coat and show me what you've got?"
Sarenna smiled and slowly unbuttoned the coat, holding it closed until the last button was undone. When she was ready, she opened it and dropped it to the floor, standing there in white, thigh high stockings and a basque that cinched in her tiny waist and which struggled to contain her huge, round, perfect tits. Below the basque was a small patch of trimmed blonde hair above her otherwise shaved pussy.
"You like?" she asked, putting her lace glove covered hands on her hips and wiggling her shoulders a little, making her big jugs shake from side to side.
"God, Sarenna, you're amazing," I said and I meant it.
She smiled and licked her lips. "So you've seen mine," she said before looking pointedly at my crotch. "So why don't you show me yours?"
I slowly unbuttoned my jeans before undoing the zip, pulling the sides apart so I could reach in and - - with no little difficulty - - pulled my big, half hard cock free.
"Oh my," Sarenna said, a big smile on her face. "That's really big."
She climbed on to the bed on all fours and crawled over to me, her huge tits almost spilling out of her basque. Looking up at me, she stuck out her tongue and ran it around the bulbous knob of my prick, coating the big head in a layer of spit. Needless to say, my half hard cock became a completely hard cock in seconds, especially when she slipped the head into her mouth and started noisily sucking and slurping at it.
"Fuck, that feels good," I said, watching Sarenna slowly work more and more of my dick into her mouth. She'd got about a third of my shaft between her lips before she coughed and gagged a little, reaching her limit, settling for bobbing her head back and fore along my cock, reaching up with one hand and jerking on the rest of it. Back in the Old World, I'd fantasised about this more times than I could say and here I was, being blown by this wonderful world's version of one of - - if not
the
- - best big boob model ever.