Waking up with a dick Part Three
Her room was small, filled with books and a poster of Charles Darwin, of all people. I sat on her bed and Lisa looked around nervously, obviously wishing her room were different somehow. I ignored it.
“Take off your clothes for me, Lisa.” I told her, not unpleasantly.
“Um, okay.” She was nervous and didn't really know what to expect. She probably thought we’d fall into each other’s arms, continuing where we’d left off in the park. I watched as she removed her sweatshirt first, exposing her breasts to me for the first time. They were firm and upright, pointed with hard bubblegum nipples and I smiled at them. Lisa blushed as she unbuttoned her pants, letting them slide down her smooth pale thighs and then stepping carefully out of them. She stood in her red lace panties, looking like she’d never seen the sun, all pale and soft. Her tummy was nice and round, feminine and sweet, her hips were narrow like a boy’s and I had her turn around for me so I could see the wonderful round globes of her ass.
“Take off your panties too, Lisa.” I told the girl and she looked down at them briefly and then did as I asked, tugging one side and then the other, exposing the gentle swell of her mons, covered with a fine tangle of black pubic hair. I could just see the outline of her slit and between them her labia, protruding slightly.
“Spread your legs for me.” I told the girl.
“Rachael, I…” She started to protest and I smiled inwardly, this was it.
I stood up quickly, cover the five feet between us and slapped her face. Not too hard, just a sting. Her eyes went wide and suddenly wet, her mouth opened and her whole body turned red. She’d either kick me out, or accept it; I’d give the young woman no other choice.
“When we’re alone you will address me as Mistress. Do you understand, Lisa?”
I watched a single tear roll down the cheek where I’d slapped her and she nodded, lowering her eyes. “Yes Mistress.” She whispered.
“When I tell you to do something you will do it instantly, you won’t ask me why. Do you understand that, Lisa?”
“Yes Mistress.” She was crying softly, her body shaking and I wanted to wrap my arms around the girl and kiss all that pain and humiliation away, but I couldn’t, she needed to learn early and well.
“Now put your hands behind your back, keep them there at all times, and spread your legs, Lisa.” I commanded and returned to sit on the bed. “And look at me, do not take your eyes from my face or I will punish you.”
Lisa looked up and I could see her eyes were wet beneath her glasses, but they weren’t angry, just a little hurt. She spread her legs slightly. “Wider, Lisa, I’ll tell you when to stop.” And she complied, moving her legs apart until they were almost too uncomfortable to keep her standing and she had to work at keeping her balance while keeping her hands behind her.
“Do you have any clothespins, Lisa?” I asked her and she shook her head.
“No Mistress.”
I got up and went to her dresser, seeing that she kept what little makeup she had and a few things for her hair on top of it. I found some bobby pins and I smiled, you just knew a girl like Lisa would have some of those handy. I walked to stand in front of her and pinched her left nipple between my thumb and finger, pulling it hard and twisting slightly.
“Ohhh!” She gave a soft groan and I slipped a bobby pin over her flesh, so that her nipple swelled around the impromptu clamp. I did the same to her other nipple, so that they both started turning from pink to a more pleasing shade of red. She shuddered slightly and her eyes never left my face.
“Do you like that, Lisa?” I smiled at her and stroked her face.
“Yessss Mistress.” She breathed and I watched her breasts rise and fall.
I reached between her legs then, feeling her sex and finding the girl was incredibly wet. Her labia were plump and full of excited blood, her clitoris already erect and peeking out from its little hood. I used a bobby pin on each of her pussy lips, pinching and pulling them so I could slide the thin tight metal along their lengths. Lisa closed her eyes and cried out softly as I did this and I smiled to myself.
“You’re not watching me, Lisa.” I chided her. “Does it hurt terribly?”
“No Mistress, it hurts but it…it feels good too.” She whispered but still didn’t open her eyes. Her face was red, embarrassed by her excitement.
What a perfect little submissive, I thought. My God, where had she been hiding all this time? “I’m going to punish you now, Lisa.” She gave a little start as I said that and opened her eyes to stare at me. “You don’t have to be afraid, I won’t injure you.” I moved behind her, touching her shoulders as I was unable to help myself from giving the girl some small comfort. “I care about you very much, Lisa, and that is why I’m trying to teach you. I won’t ever punish you for breaking a rule that you’re unaware of, or one that we haven’t agreed on together. I will never punish you in anger, or for anyone’s pleasure but ours. I will punish you to correct your behavior, to earn your trust and perhaps someday, your love. Do you understand that?”
“Yes Mistress.” Her body seemed to straighten slightly, as though she were a little stronger now than a moment before. I hoped it was because my words were giving her some confidence. I wanted her to feel safe.
“If at any time I am doing something, or forcing you to do something that you truly feel is causing you injury, or you cannot do, or even are just unwilling to do, I want you to tell me by using the word ‘Paris’. if you are gagged I’ll give you a different signal to use, but I won’t gag you today. If you use your safe word, I will stop whatever we are doing immediately, I promise. I will not be angry with you, I will not punish you, and I will not question it. Do you understand that?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Do you know why I’m going to punish you, Lisa?”
“Yes Mistress, because I closed my eyes after you told me not to.”
“I’m going to tie you to your bed, Lisa. I’m going to blindfold you. And I’m going to spank you with a belt. Have you ever done any of those things?”
“No Mistress.”
“Do you want me to do those things to you, Lisa?” I asked.
“Yes Mistress.” She didn’t even hesitate, which pleased me a great deal.
But it also worried me slightly. She barely knew me and she was willing to let me tie her up and blindfold her. Perhaps it was because I was a woman, or maybe she sensed that I really did care for her, but probably she just didn’t have the common sense to say no. Normally, I wouldn’t even have tried to tie her down until we’d been together long enough to develop some trust, some intuitive understanding of each other and confidence in what we could do. I had no idea what her limits were, and finding out this way was like flying through clouds in the Rockies, one bad turn and it could ruin everything. Permanently. Lisa and I needed to talk badly, but I didn’t have time. I cursed my evil prick for the hundredth time that day.
“Why?” I asked and this seemed to confuse her, because it was supposed to.
I didn’t want Lisa to fall into automatic pilot, letting me make her decisions, which was something that would need correcting. A lot of people new to D/s, especially submissives do that, because they’re unsure of what is going on. Or they may not like something, but they won’t say anything, mostly because they didn’t allow themselves to think about it. Then later, when they look back on the experience, they’re unhappy or confused, thinking ‘I wish so and so hadn’t done this or that particular thing…’
Many vanillas just assume that a D/s relationship is one person giving orders and the other obeying mindlessly, but it isn’t. The submissive needs to be involved, needs to understand what she requires and why, not only for her own satisfaction, but to further the relationship, to communicate and grow with her Top. Asking why is always a good thing for a Domme to do, because allowing the submissive to do it is usually not a good idea, at least in the middle of a scene. After a scene, or if living 24/7 in a D/s relationship, during Safe-Time, the term I like best, then the submissive asking why may be fine. But during? I would never allow it, if the bottom needs to ask why, she should use her safe word because something is wrong.
I’d asked Lisa why she wanted me to tie her up, blindfold her, and spank her with a belt. She thought about it a moment, perhaps wondering what I wanted to hear, but I was glad when she gave her own, simple reason.
“Because I want to understand, Mistress.” Lisa swallowed nervously. “I want to know why I enjoy this.” She looked down at her breasts, where her nipples had swollen and started turning dark. “I want you to teach me, Mistress.” She said finally, and I smiled.
But inside I was churning because after all of that, after everything I’d told her, and the little lesson I’ve tried to convey to you, gentle reader, I must confess that I was even then planning on betraying her trust. Utterly and ruthlessly and if Lisa ever found out, she’d never trust anyone again. It was a big gamble, but what choice did I have? My cock had been screaming at me for the last half hour, impatiently waiting for me to fulfill my promise and give my sweet Lisa to his eager violation.
“I’m very proud of you, Lisa.” I whispered in her ear. And I really was too.
Her bed was a simple one, a twin sized mattress with no headboard, but it did have a pretty sturdy metal from under the box spring. I had her find me some old nylons, if she had any, and luckily she did have two pairs that looked like they’d hardly been worn. I made a mental note that I was going to have to make a shopping list for her. Clothespins and rope at the top of it. I tied her spread eagle with two pillows under stomach, elevating her ass nicely. I used her nylons to tie her wrists and ankles to the legs of her bed frame, making sure they would hold her immobile without cutting off her circulation.
I used a black t-shirt I found in her dresser, folding it into a rectangle and removing her glasses, then securing it over her eyes with the thin leather strap from my purse. It wasn’t the first time I’d unclipped it and used it for something like this. Satisfied that Lisa wouldn’t be able to see me, I undressed completely, my cock surging with energy as I freed him from the confines of my panties, which were rather moist from his precum.
“About goddamn time! Holy fuck, Rache, I thought we’d never get down to business. This fucking rule, that fucking rule, no wonder you posing bastards never get anything done, too busy making goddamn rules when all ya gotta do is jump in and start fucking! Bunch of posing elitist bastards! ‘Be well!’ and ‘Safe, Sane, and Consensual!’ Holy shit! Didn’t ya ever hear of ‘Just Do It’? At least you’re not wearing some goddamn batgirl outfit!”
I shook my head as he continued on, ranting bout how a hard working stiff like him didn’t need any poser bullshit when it came to laying some pipe. I found one of Lisa’s belts, she had a couple to choose from, all of them rather unstylish, but eminently suitable for whipping her tender ass. I chose a wide supple leather one that looked like something my father would own, except it was short. She probably had it since she was 14 I thought, when her mother had bought it in the boy’s department at Sears.
Lisa was breathing harder as she heard me moving around. I snapped the belt a few times, doubling it over in my fists, so it made a sharp cracking sound. The girl flinched slightly, but made no sound. I looked at her lying there, with her butt in the air and her legs spread wide. She looked good enough to eat and if I didn’t have this prick between my legs that’s precisely what I would have done, but there would be time enough for that later. Her skin was so pale that spanking her was definitely going to leave some lasting marks, even though I wasn’t planning on doing it very hard or for very long.
“I’m going to punish you now, Lisa. If you want me to stop, just remember what I told you. What’s your safe word?”
“Paris, Mistress.” She said softly.
As soon as she said that and with no warning at all, I brought the soft leather down hard against her beautiful round ass. The sound was a delightfully distinct slapping sound and it left a long red stripe across her bottom. Her entire body seemed to leap off the bed, but her bonds held Lisa tight and she settled back down as I waited. Then I spanked her again, repeating the process, and again, and again. Until she was making soft mewling sounds into the mattress and her ass cheeks were clenched tight as her muscles strained. She hadn’t cried out yet, but she did after a dozen strokes, finally giving voice to the building heat across her flesh. I wasn’t hitting her hard enough to leave welts, I was taking my time and taking well measured strokes. I timed them irregularly so she couldn’t fall into a rhythm of anticipation. Each blow was a painful surprise and she wouldn’t know if it was the last.
I spanked her until her entire ass was red and tender, so that each additional slap left a white mark that slowly turned ruddy again. She was so beautiful like that and my cock throbbed almost painfully. His voice was in my head, telling me to hurry up so he could ravish the glistening cunt waiting between her pale thighs. After 30 strokes Lisa was weeping softly, sniffling and moaning, and I asked her if she was okay and if I could continue her punishment.
“Y-Yes M-Mistress.” She managed to say. “P-Please con…continue.” And her voice cracked, making me smile and I resolved to stop at 40, which seemed to be quite enough for the young woman’s first time. She would never get strokes from me that were this gentle again though, I promised myself that.
When I gave her the last one I waited for 5 minutes, just standing there as quietly as I could, looking at her. It was torturous for her, the waiting and wondering if I were done, or after a few minutes of silence, if I were even still in the room with her. Lisa was breathing hard, by the 40th stroke she’d been twisting and gasping at the slightest touch to her oversensitive skin.
“M-Mistress?” She asked softly.
I cracked the belt across her bottom hard, but not too badly, and she yelped, giving me a sharply inhaled sob. “You shouldn’t speak during your punishment, Lisa.”
“Y-Yes Mistress, I…I’m sorry, M-Mistress.” She whispered.
“Are you a virgin, Lisa?”
“Y-Yes Mistress.”
“You’ve never let a boy stick his big hard cock in your cunt?”
“N-No! No, Mistress, never.” She sounded like the very idea was repulsive to her, and perhaps now it was, since she was with me, another woman. But I’d bet money that the night before, lying in her bed alone, she’d thought all about it.
“Do you still have your hymen?” I rubbed my hand lightly across her ass, feeling the heat pouring off of her tender skin.
“N-No, Mistress. I, uh….”
I spanked her ass lightly with my palm. “You what, Lisa? How did you break your cherry?”
“Mistress, Oh!” She gasped as I spanked her again with my hand. Lisa was burning up. “I b-broke it with a hairbrush when I w-was 16, Mistress.”
“Masturbating?” I laughed at her.
“Y-yes Mistress.”
“You little slut.” I rubbed down, feeling the warm wetness of her sex. I pulled off the bobby pins clamping her labia and Lisa almost screamed as blood rushed back into the tender flesh, bringing a wave of painful pleasure beyond what mere clamping can do. “Have you ever fucked a dildo?”
“A…dildo? N-No Mistress, I…no…never.” She was shivering as I played with her pussy. I pushed a finger slowly inside and her vaginal muscles immediately contracted, sucking at me like a little mouth. She did want it bad, I thought.
“Well, now you will Lisa.” I chuckled as I licked her sweet juices from my finger. “I have a strap-on and I’m going to fuck you silly, because you’re such a good girl, Lisa. You took your punishment well, and I’m proud of you.”
“T-Thank you…Mistress.” She turned her head slightly, doubtlessly frustrated now by her blindfold. She’d want to see the cock that would make her finally into a real woman, even if it was only going to be a fake one, or so she thought.
I climbed onto the bed, stroking my cock while he apologized for everything he’d been saying. I ignored him and placed the head at the humid entrance to Lisa’s pussy. I rubbed it up and down and the girl wiggled her hips invitingly.
“Are you ready, Lisa?” I asked
“Oh, Yes Mistress! Please fuck me!” She’d forgotten all about the pain from her burning red ass, all she could think about was getting fucked by her new Mistress. I was glad she was a virgin, and especially glad she’d never used a dildo before, because this wasn’t going to feel anything like plastic.
I pushed my cock inside slowly, moaning softly as I felt the heat of her surrounding my prick, her soft wet walls giving way reluctantly to the pressure. She was tight and delicious, and totally willing, not fighting it at all. The poor girl started cumming before I’d even inserted my cock fully inside her, trembling and crying out with orgasmic delight. I took advantage of her sweet distraction and rammed the length of my prick inside Lisa’s little hole, until my balls were pressed against her pelvis, rubbing against the hard little nub of her clitty.
“Ohhh my God!” Lisa was groaning. “Mistress…Oh Rachael…Mistress Rachael…Oh God!” She kept repeating the words over and over as I started fucking the young woman harder, it was just impossible not to move quickly, it felt so good inside her. My prick was screaming in my head to fuck her unconscious, to slam fuck the little bitch into la-la land, and I soon had to give into his demands.
“Oh Yeah! Two virgins in one fucking day! Who’d have believed it? Ohhh fuck this bitch is good, Rache! Can I pick em or can I pick em? I’m 3 for 5, baby! Holy fuck I’m gonna cream this slut! I’m gonna knock her up and make another little Rache for the world to worship! We’re a fuckin team, babe! You and me!”
I was just hanging on for the ride, my tits bouncing as I rode Lisa’s cunt with my big cock ramming deep with every stroke. I’d pull back until the tip almost came out and then slam it home, rotating my hips for her before pulling back again. I sincerely hoped she didn’t get pregnant, but there was no way I could have forced my dick not to cum inside her. I wondered if she’d recognize what sperm was when it started leaking out of her. She wasn’t stupid by any stretch, just inexperienced. I’d have to tell her I used some kind of cream, or something for lubricant.
While I was thinking about that stuff, Lisa just kept cumming and cumming, like she’d been saving it up for so many years just waiting for someone to notice her and bring it all bubbling forth. She came again when I finally arched my back, bending myself to push my straining cock as deep as I could, shooting a huge load of hot sperm deep into her belly. I was panting and collapsed over her back, pressing my hard nipples against her hot sweaty skin. I kissed her neck and cheek, loving her as my cock pulsed inside her.
Lisa tuned her head and my mouth found hers, our tongues danced and I breathed the sweet air from her lungs into mine. I really did love her, more than I’d ever thought possible, and we’d only just met a few hours before. How strange life was. If I hadn’t had a cock, I never ever would have noticed her.
“Good sweet Jesus and the 12 Apostles, but that, my dear Rache, was a great piece of ass!”
“Eleven.” I whispered. “There were only 11 Apostles.” I slipped down, having just had a wonderful idea. I’d just clean Lisa up; she never needed to know I’d painted her womb white with sperm. I put my mouth on her cunt, stabbing inside with my tongue and feeling all that warm stickiness leaking out into my mouth.
“Ewwww!! That’s…sick!!” My cock protested. “I never figured you for a
cumslut, Rache! A slut, yeah, but cum…? Please! Could you be a little less…noisy about it?”
I was slurping and sucking pretty loud, but if there was a quiet way to eat a pussy soaked with his and hers fuck juices, I didn’t know what it was. Lisa wasn’t helping either, eating her cunt was driving her insane! She’d never had oral sex before, never even once by accident with a dog! The poor woman was just now, a few minutes after being fucked out of her mind, being eaten by a girl who knew how to do it pretty good, if I do say so myself. When I put my mouth over clit, Lisa finally started crying, which was a very rewarding experience. I ate her until I saw the clock next to her bed read 1:53pm, which meant I had 7 minutes to get to class!
I gave her clit one last suck, making the girl whimper because it was so sensitive by then that I had no business licking anything even in the same zip code as her clit. I get that way too, even worse, when my clit has reached its peak, please, please, please…leave it alone! Vibration from the earth wobbling on its axis is enough to keep me happy at that point!
I got dressed very quickly, not bothering to wash my face, now covered with saliva, pussy juice, and sperm. I didn’t have time for untying, so I used a pair of scissors from Lisa’s little desk to cut her arms and legs free. I kissed her hard, telling her I was going to be late and that I would be back after class was over. “Don’t leave!” I told her. “Don’t!” I kissed her again and she giggled.
“Yes Mistress.” Lisa sighed happily and just lay back down, not even bothering to remove her blindfold.
I had to carry my purse under my arm, since it had no strap now, carry my book bag with my other hand, and run run run! to get to class. I was still 10 minutes later and the Prof gave me the evil eye as I crept in, huffing and puffing and red faced. Ann saw me from a few rows away and smiled, I smiled back and opened my notebook, trying to catch up.
“There’s that bitch with the great ass, Rache!” My cock kept it up all during class. “We’re gonna do her right? Do the sex orgy thing and pump her guts full of ball juice! Oh shit yeah! Gotta plug a hole in a dyke! Oughta get a medal for a thing like that! Holy shit, Rache! Is every girl in this school a dyke? I can’t hardly believe it, every fuckin time I turn around, somebody’s cleanin carpet around here! We got work to do! Goddamn Rache, when’s this class over? And what the fuck does some Greek boybanger have to do with ethics? Aristotle? What the fuck? Come on Rache, don’t you have swimming class or something? Girl’s pole vault? Fucking aerobics? Please! Anything but this crap!”
After the class was finally over I found Ann talking to a friend of hers and I stood by patiently, finishing up some notes. “Rachael, hi…” Ann was smiling.
“Hi.” I smiled back, “I was running a little late.” I rolled my eyes, “One of those days, you know?”
“Oh yeah, me too. Hey you want to get some coffee?”
“Sure.” We walked to a little espresso place just off campus, it was very close.
“Go find a seat, I’ll get it…what do you like?” I told her just a simple latte was fine and I grabbed a little table by the window, watching her as she ordered. She looked over and smiled at me.
“She wants it Rache! Let’s put some cream in that coffee, babe! Make her eat it like that Japanese whore! Goddamn, gets me hard just thinking about it!” I closed my eyes trying to lose the vision of Ann eating my sperm.
“Be good!” I warned him. “Or I’ll…” But Ann was coming then, so I didn’t finish my thought.
We sipped our coffee for a second, it was hot. “Mmm…it’s good, thanks.” I said. Ann was looking at me, smiling a little funny. “What?” I looked around self-consciously.
“You, uh…Well, I have to tell you, Rachael.” She was leaning close and talking in a soft voice. “You smell like sex.” She wasn’t blushing, but I was suddenly.
“Oh.” I giggled nervously. “I do?”
“Uh-huh.” She laughed at me. “I was going to ask you if…” She smiled. “If you were available. But I get the feeling that…”
“I’m not.” I sighed a little and looked at her. “I kind of have a boyfriend.” I shrugged. “I think.”
“Oh?” She looked a little surprised. “I thought you were gay.”
“Um, well.” I laughed a little nervously. “I have a girlfriend too, now.”
“Ah, well that explains why you were late then.” Ann giggled and touched my hand. I turned my palm up, underneath hers, and squeezed her fingers a little. “Is it serious?” She squeezed me back and stared into my eyes.
I nodded. “Yeah, I hope so.”
“Well, that’s just the way my life goes.” She shrugged. “A woman like you, well, I didn’t really expect you’d be…” her voice trailed off.
“Her name is Lisa,” I told her for some reason. “She’s my…slave.” I wondered what Ann would make of that.
“A slave?” She laughed. “What do you mean?”
“I like BDSM and Lisa I my submissive. I’ve just started her training.”
“Really?” Ann was smiling now. “So you…spank her? Is that the deal? Tie her down and call her bad names?” She giggled and I got the impression she was teasing me.
“Sometimes, yeah.” I sipped my coffee. A thought was forming in my head, Lisa needed training, especially when it came to sexual submissiveness, but there was no way I could let her go down on me, at least until I knew how to get rid of this stupid prick. But if Ann was willing, then… “If you’d like I can show her to you.” I smiled and my eyes had a bit of challenge in them.
“What? Like…now?” Ann looked at me and her brown eyes widened slightly. She wouldn’t really be into a BDSM lifestyle, I could sense that right away, but she was curious, like a lot of vanillas are.
“Yeah, like now.” I grinned at her. “Lisa is waiting for me right now.”
“She won’t uh, get mad or something?”
“I don’t know.” I was being truthful. “I’m still training her, like I said, so if she gets mad…” I shrugged. “She’ll have two choices, accept it, regardless of her feelings and trust me, or Lisa can break it off and throw me out. I’d just as soon find out sooner, rather than later.”
I didn’t tell Ann that this wasn’t the best approach. I should have just gone to see Lisa alone and had that talk we so desperately needed. But I was running on instinct, on my desires and that was unusual for me, at least where it concerned my friends. I blamed it on the influence of my dick. But at least I’d learned to control him a little, I hadn’t killed anyone all afternoon. Although technically I did rape Lisa.
“Okay then, sure, I’d um…like to meet her.” Ann wasn’t too awfully sure, probably because the possibility of Lisa getting mad and causing a scene wasn’t very appealing.
“Ohhh! You’re a genius, Rache! Now we can do em both! Tie both these fine ass bitches down and drill em until Spring Break! Can we make em do the 69 thing? Fuck, seeing two hot chicks sucking pussy always makes me want to drill some ass, you know? I could do em both and they’d never notice! Fuckin dykes!” My cock was really pissing me off.
We walked to the female dormitory slowly, because I wanted time to talk. “Ann, I need to tell you some things, okay?” She nodded. “When we get to Lisa’s room, I need you to just watch, okay? No matter what I say or do, please don’t interfere. I’m kind of trusting you, alright?”
“Okay, Rachael. I think I understand.”
“If I…ask Lisa to do something, for you.” I stopped and looked at Ann. “Please let her do it; I promise you’ll like it.”
“You’re not going to tie me up or anything, are you?” Ann asked and her voice was telling me she definitely wasn’t interested in that.
“No, I’m not. But if we have…problems, well, I’ll apologize now. Okay? Just don’t get mad at Lisa for anything, if you see or hear anything you don’t like, it’ll be my fault. Okay?”
I’m not sure Ann understood that, but she nodded and we were walking again. Ann followed me into the dorm and to the 2nd floor where Lisa’s room was. I debated whether or not I should knock, or just open the door. I knocked softly.
“Lisa? It’s me.” I said softly and I heard movement. The opened quickly and there was my little mousy girlfriend, wearing a bathrobe, her skin pink and damp, her hair wet and
unbrushed. She’d just come from the shower, obviously.
She was smiling happily at me and stepped forward as though to embrace me, but then she saw Ann standing just behind my left shoulder and Lisa froze. I walked in; smiling and I took Lisa in my arms, putting one hand in the small of her back and the other on the back of her head as I kissed her urgently. I suddenly realized how much I’d missed her just in the few hours we’d been apart. She seemed reluctant at first and I knew it was because Ann was there, but quickly the young woman gave herself up and her kiss became more passionate as her own arms went around me.
After a long minute I pushed Lisa away. “Stand in the center of the room, Lisa.” I told her with just a hint of command in my voice. Ann had already stepped into the room, but the door was still open slightly. I closed it and locked it.
“Uh, Rachael, wh-who is…?” Lisa started saying and I shook my head, walking to her and slapping her face, much the way I’d done earlier.
“Please do not embarrass me, Lisa.” I said.
“Y-Yes Mistress.” Lisa moved to the middle of her small dorm room and put her hands behind her back, looking into my face with soft hurt-filled eyes. She was beautiful, blushing terribly from the humiliation. I doubted she could look at my friend Ann even if I told her to.
“Take off your robe, Lisa. Show me your body, please.” I sat down on the bed and pointed at a chair next to Lisa’s little computer desk, indicating that Ann could sit there if she wanted.
“Y-Yes…Mistress” Lisa said slowly. She did not look happy about this, but she wasn’t angry yet, just a little frightened and embarrassed. I watched as Lisa untied her robe, opening it slowly and letting it slip off her shoulders, falling to the floor around her feet. She was completely nude beneath it and I thought she was beautiful. So did Ann judging from the soft little sighs she made.
“Are you out, Lisa?” I asked her gently.
“Out? Mistress, I…I don’t underst…”
“Out. Out of the closet, Lisa. Do your friends and family know that you’re gay?” I wasn’t trying to be cruel, or teasing, I just needed to make a point, and having Ann there helped.
“N-No Mistress, I didn’t, uh, no…” She looked a little stricken at the thought that I might out her, but I wouldn’t, at least not obviously so and not with her family. That was Lisa’s decision, but it was a good pressure point. I’d leave it alone so she’d wonder perhaps if I’d been making some sort of threat, or if I was just curious. I knew it would bother her and that was enough.
“I want you to masturbate for me now. There, on the floor, sit down and rub your pussy.” Lisa looked shocked and for a brief moment I thought she would say no. “Oh, I’m sorry Lisa, you need this…” I walked to her dresser and found her hairbrush. The plastic handle was a soft smooth curve, wide but not too thick. I walked over and rubbed it across her slit as she stood there, burning with embarrassment. “Fuck yourself with it.” I pushed it into her yielding slit and she shuddered slightly, but did as I asked, replacing my hand with hers and sitting down slowly on the beige carpet.
I walked back to the bed and sat down, watching Lisa as she masturbated in front of a total stranger. Ann gave a soft sweet giggle of appreciation, complimenting Lisa on her technique. “You look like you’ve done that before, Lisa.” She said.
“Tell her, Lisa.” I commanded. “Tell her how you lost your virginity.”
“It…it was with my…hairbrush, Mistress.” Lisa was still looking at me.
“Tell my friend, Lisa, not me. I already know.”
“Y-yes Mistress.” She turned to look at Ann, but Lisa’s eyes were low, looking at the woman’s feet.
“Look her in the eyes, Lisa. Let her see you when you talk.”
Lisa swallowed hard and brought her gaze painfully up to meet a woman’s eyes whose name she didn’t even know. “I was uh, I was masturbating with a…a….hairbrush, like this and I…” Lisa’s voice trembled as she spoke softly. “I pushed it t-too hard and, uh…I…” Her breathing was becoming heavier, her pretty nipples getting hard like little pink marbles. I could see her clitoris rising to a small prominence through her pubes and the handle of the hairbrush glistened with her dewy excitement. “Broke my…h-hymen with it…Oh!”
We watched Lisa working the handle in and out of her cunt slowly, rubbing at her clit with her other hand in small, deliberate circles. She was panting like a small dog, burning up right in front of our eyes.
“What were you thinking about, Lisa?” I asked her. “When you broke your cherry, who was your lover that night?”
“Ohhh…Mistress it was…um….a boy a uh boy…in school…ahhhh,
Mistresssss!” She was so quick to cum, my little Lisa, being in front of us, touching herself. She was loving it, like the secret little showoff that she was. It’s always the quiet ones, I thought with a smile.
I think Ann was thinking the same thing. She’d unbuttoned her tight jeans, lifting her ass from the chair so she could slide them down and kick them off. She wore a black lace thong that looked wonderfully contrasted against her creamy skin. Ann rubbed her pussy through the thin material as she stared at Lisa, licking her lips and moaning softly.
Lisa had just finished a nice little cum and she wasn’t stopping. She stared at me while she rubbed herself, fucking that hairbrush in and out, twisting it and working it like a lever inside her squishy hole.
“Lisa, I want to you lick my friend’s pussy now.” I smiled at the girl. “Go on, crawl over and do it, she’ll help you.” I looked at Ann and her smile was huge, I knew this was what she wanted. Lisa’s tongue lashing her hard little clitty while I watched.
“M-Mistress…I…I never, I mean…”
“I know, Lisa. You’ve never eaten a woman’s cunt before.” I looked at her. “I told you what to do, Lisa, now do it.” I gave her a stern look, but inwardly I was giggling happily. I knew Lisa wanted to do it, she was so hot and horny, her reluctance was just the lingering doubts of her own desirability. No one had given the girl such attention before and it was a pleasure to me just to see her bathe in it.
“Goddamn, Rache! What about me? You got that geek so worked up she’d go down on the Titanic! Come on, let’s get some of that pie! Look at her!” Lisa was kneeling in front of Ann, mouthing the woman’s cunt while Ann guided her with her hands and soft words of encouragement. “Her hole’s dripping like Niagara fucking Falls, Rache! Let’s plug that bitch before we all drown, for
Chrissakes!”
I shook my head, but my prick was throbbing, it was gonna be hard to stop him. Lisa’s glistening cunt lips were fluttering invitingly and I could see her tight pink asshole clenching a little every time she took a ragged breath across Ann’s cunt. It was all I could do to keep from rubbing myself down there. God, I wished I had my pussy back, I just wanted to grind with that little girl so badly!
“Rache, we gotta do it, babe! I ain’t had no pussy in 3 fuckin hours, Jesus H. Christ on crutches! You can’t treat me this way! I have needs too ya know! Please! Hey! Look at this!” I suddenly pictured my cock sliding into Ann’s tight pussy while Lisa licked all around my shaft, kissing my heavy balls, and sucking them gently. “Hehehe…Don’t deny it, Rache! You wanna do both of em, don’t you? Come on, girl! Don’t waste the opportunity of a lifetime!”
I couldn’t resist, lord knows I tried, but my dick was too strong now. Three hours without an ejaculation just built up his strength it seemed, fueling his power over my good sense. I stood up, taking off my blouse first and squeezing my breasts while Ann watched me. She was smiling and nodding. I pinched my nipples and smiled back, then took a deep breath and removed my skirt, so my straining cock was plainly visible in my panties.
“What the….?” Ann started to speak, her eyes big as saucers and her jaw dropping as she stared at me.
I put a finger to my lips, trying to shush her and begging with my eyes for the woman not to give my secret away. She blinked a couple times and then nodded slightly, but I couldn’t tell how angry, or disappointed she might have been. All I could read was shock and confusion. I pulled my panties down too, exposing the huge 8” prick between my legs and the heavy sack that hung below it.
I moved behind Lisa, pulling her back a little so she had her ass in the air and her mouth pressed tightly to Ann’s cunt, licking and sucking loudly. “I’m going to fuck you Lisa.” I told her, staring into Ann’s face.
“Ohhhh…yes Mistress…I love that strap-on you used before!” She moaned loudly, starting to turn her head, but Ann surprised me and pulled Lisa’s mouth back to her cunt.
“Keep sucking, baby….Make mama cum, sweetie.” Ann was whispering, but her look at me expressed clearly her reluctance to participate in this little charade. ‘Strap-on???’ Ann mouthed silently over Lisa’s prone body. All I could do was shrug and bring a finger to my lips.
I rubbed the head of my prick up and down Lisa’s slit and the girl moaned with eagerness, thrusting her ass back as I teased her. “Ohh, Mistress…Stick it in me…please…mmmpphhh!” Ann pulled Lisa’ mouth down hard, grinding her cunt against the girl’s hungry tongue as I started pushing my dick into Lisa from behind.
“Oh fuck yeah!” My cock sighed. “Home sweet home! Now where did I leave those car keys?”
I started fucking Lisa hard, ramming my prick in and out with a nice deep rhythm that soon had the girl cumming all over my swollen cock. Her pussy was tight and hot, gripping my shaft so that every time I tried to pull back it felt like a soft little fist trying to hold me inside. I grabbed her by the hips, smiling as I saw the slight, very slight marks my belt had left on her pale skin. It just made me want to fuck her all the harder, so I did.
Ann was cumming then, rocking her pussy hard against Lisa’s mouth, holding the girl tight and hooking her left leg over Lisa’s back. Ann was noisy too, crying out as she climaxed, “Suck it, you little bitch…Oh fuck…eat me…eat my pussy…little dyke slut…Oh fuck…oh!” I wasn’t sure Lisa could even breath, Ann was holding her so tightly, but I guess she could because Lisa was fucking herself back on my prick as well as she was able.
I felt my own orgasm quickly approaching and I fought to prevent it, wishing I didn’t have to cum at all, that I could just keep fucking that tight wet hole forever. My cock was completely in my head now, possessing me and denying me any semblance of my old normal emotions. I felt nothing except the pressure in my balls and the humid clasp of Lisa’s cunt around my cock. It was strange and I wasn’t sure I liked it, but it was all I had for the moment.
I slammed into Lisa’s cunt hard, so my balls slapped her clit and made her cry out with muffled pleasure into Ann’s sex. She started cumming and the violent contractions of her vaginal walls pushed me over the edge as well, bringing a loud groan from deep in my tummy as my cock seemed to pause, suspended in time for a second, like my sperm tube was blocked, and then suddenly I came with a half dozen explosive jets of cum, splashing against Lisa’s cervix and flooding her young womb. It wasn’t quite as good as the first time we’d done it, but it was pretty damn good!
He held my prick inside the girl for a few minutes, while she whimpered and lay unmoving between Ann’s legs. The older woman stroked Lisa’s hair, telling her how good she’d done. I finally pulled out with a soft plopping sound and a little syrupy flood of ball juice and girl goo. Lisa was a real mess inside. I wished I could have held Lisa right then, But I knew I had to get dressed, I was so afraid of what she’d think and say and do if she found out I had a penis.
I reluctantly put my panties back on, tucking my sleeping prick away and putting on my skirt. I put on my blouse as well and looked at Lisa, she was flushed and sweaty and leaking from her pussy so the juices ran down her thighs. She had her head turned away from me on Ann’s thighs, and the older woman smiled at me.
“Poor thing, she’s gone fast asleep.” Ann sighed.
I walked over, touching Lisa gently and saw that she was indeed sleeping happily, a little smile on her lips. Her face was still wet with Ann’s juices and I kissed Lisa’s cheek softly, smelling Ann’s sweet sex.
“So, what’s the deal with…that.” Ann asked me in a whisper.
“I don’t know.” I said, shrugging. “It sounds crazy, but I’m a girl. I mean yesterday, I didn’t have it, this morning I woke up and…” I frowned. It sounded really crazy.
“You woke up with a…dick?” Ann plainly didn’t believe me.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I did. I can’t tell Lisa because…well…I’m a woman, not some weird transsexual crossdressing whatchamacallit person!” I felt like crying. So I did. Finally letting myself go and embracing all that pent up frustration and confusion and fear.
Ann didn’t try and comfort me, she just watched me until I stopped finally. Wiping my eyes and sniffling a little. “This dick has ruined my life!” I proceeded to tell Ann everything, starting with Jenny and ending with Lisa. She was pretty shocked, needless to say, but she was surprisingly understanding.
“It’s all your dick’s fault.” She proclaimed and I nodded. “We need to do something about it before it hurts anyone else.”
“But what…what can I do? It’s…attached!” I said, looking down at my skirt.
“We have to un-attach it.” Ann decided. “We need to separate you from that. That thing isn’t a part of you, Rachael, it’s like a parasite, growing on you. It leeches off your intelligence and beauty, your personality and emotions. It uses you to get to innocent girls, like your roommate. It doesn’t care what happens after, there are no consequences, it is fundamentally amoral and an abomination before the sight of God!”
“Wow!” I said, sitting back and looking at Ann with new respect.
“That, and I’m a man-hating lesbian who has always dreamt of cutting off a guy’s cock and balls and eating them.”
“Oh.” I looked down again, glad my prick was sleeping, I’m not sure he would have appreciated this conversation very much.
“You want to do it, Rachael?” Ann looked at me with a curious gleam in her eye. “Come over to my place and we’ll fix your little problem?”
“Yeah.” I decided. I didn’t want to carry the anti-Christ around between my legs any more. Whatever had put this curse on me hadn’t reckoned on Ann being around to give me the strength I needed to resist. Besides, I’d skipped lunch and I was feeling a little hungry.
Ann took me to her place, after I’d tucked Lisa into her bed, giving her a kiss goodbye as she woke up. “I love you, Mistress.” She told me. And I smiled at her.
“You’re a lucky woman, Rachael.” Ann told me. She was thinking of Lisa, I knew, and I agreed.
“Have you done this before?” I asked Ann as we caught the shuttle to get to her apartment.
“Not actually, but I have read about it.” Ann smiled. “Don’t worry, we’ll have you back to normal in no time!”
“I’m just wondering if it will hurt a lot.” I said, looking out the window.
“Well, yeah, I guess it will.” The woman admitted. “But it’s only a dick, so that’s a good thing, right?”
I thought about it. I didn’t really care if my dick got hurt or not. It had certainly caused me enough pain in one day to last me a lifetime, but still, if it wasn’t for him I never would have met Ann, or Lisa, so maybe I owed him.
“Huh? Wha…? What the hell? Where are we now, Rache? What’s goin on?” My cock woke up, stirring in my panties and starting to swell.
“We’re going to Ann’s house.” I whispered. “Shut-up now, or you’ll ruin the surprise.”
“What was that?” Ann looked at me.
“Surprise? Ann’s house? Holy fuck! That ain’t no surprise, it’s a fuckin orgy! Goddamn! Right on, Rache! About fuckin time, you know I was starting to worry about you, girl! But shit, I can’t wait! I’m gonna drill her ass, baby…Oh Shit! It’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it! Let me at her!”
“My penis…It…talks to me.” I told Ann.
“Really?” She giggled and shook her head. “You’re crazy as a loon, Rachael, you know that?”
I nodded. “Yeah.” Then I leaned close. “Listen, Ann, he really wants to, uh, fuck you…in the
er, ass. It’s all he’s thinking about so, um, maybe you could just uh, pretend, you know, like we’re gonna do that. Okay? Because he hears everything.”
“What? Huh? What the fuck are you whispering about? I was checkin my nuts and I turn around for 5 seconds and your whispering with a dyke? Rache, what the hell? Huh? Are we gonna drill her or what?”
“I can’t wait to feel your big dick in my ass, Rachael.” Ann leaned close and licked my ear. “I’ve never done that before.” She giggled nervously. “I hope it hurts like…crazy!”
I rolled my eyes, hoping she wouldn’t overdo it, because if I lost control, Ann was liable to get her shit hammered right here on the bus.
“Goddamn Rache! Keep her talking, I like it! I’ll bang her like a fuckin drum, baby! I’ll beat her like a stepchild! I’ll make her apologize for the goddamn sun being on fire! That ass is mine! We’re gonna get ‘Rache’s Dick’s Ass’ tattooed on it, or maybe just ‘Dick!’ with a big arrow, ya know? ‘Suggestion box’ maybe, or how about ‘Lost and Found’ or hey! ‘Gape Girl’ cause by the time I’m done gaping is all she’ll be doing! She’ll need a colostomy bag and some braces! Holy fuck! Rache! Don’t this thing go any faster?”
“You got him started now.” I shook my head and Ann just laughed.
We arrived at Ann’s place finally, and my dick was bouncing up and down, he was so excited. I couldn’t wait to put the bastard to sleep. Ann lived in a large apartment, very nice and quite comfortable. I sat down on the couch while Ann got us a little wine. It was hard to keep from grabbing the woman and throwing her on the floor for a good hard fuck, but I resisted the urges of my penis and just waited a little impatiently.
Ann came back and I saw she’d changed into something more comfortable, a short kimono looking thing printed with cherry blossoms. It looked nice on her, although I supposed almost anything would, really. She smiled and handed me a glass of red wine and sat down close to me.
“Uh, how are we going to…” I started asking, since I had no idea how one went about removing a penis and balls.
“Shhh…” Ann smiled and leaned close, kissing me gently and rubbing one of my breasts. “I thought maybe we might, um…try something first.”
I licked my lips and looked at her a little confused. “Try what?”
“I’ve never been with a…man. I never wanted to, but you’re so pretty, Rachael. I’d…I’d like you to fuck me. Just so I’d…know…what it’s like and, well, maybe um, make me pregnant. I’m ovulating and…I want a baby.” Ann said all that softly, with just a hint of nervousness.
“Are you sure, Ann?” This was totally unexpected and she nodded, kissing me again so deeply that I had to respond in kind.
I felt her hands on my body, on my breasts and then feeling up my leg, under my skirt to feel my aching prick. Her hand was cool around my heated flesh and it throbbed for her, jerking slightly as she rubbed it up and down. I sucked her sweet tongue eagerly and my own hands were opening her robe, finding her large firm breasts and playing with the hard nipples that pressed against my palms. They were big and puffy and felt so good. We were both moaning and squirming against each other urgently.
For a woman who hated cock, she sure seemed to like mine. She masturbated me slowly and moved her mouth to my breasts. I cradled her head and sighed happily as she brought my blood to a slow boil, causing my heart to pound and my entire body to tighten. I thought she might make me cum just with her hand, but that wasn’t Ann’s intention at all. She brought her mouth lower, running her tongue around the head slowly while I watched. She smiled happily as she opened her mouth, taking my prick inside and sucking gently.
“You’ve never done that before?” I gasped. The sensation was incredible! I’d always wondered why my boyfriends loved it when I gave them head, now I was finding out. It was fantastic and I didn't even know if Ann was any good at it!
“No…never.” Ann panted as she lifted her mouth.
I immediately pushed her back down, forgetting completely how much I hated it when my boyfriends did that to me. But Ann didn’t seem to mind, she moved her head up and down, pulling the foreskin back and tickling my sensitive head with her tongue. Every once in awhile I felt her teeth and it always made me jump a little, but it didn’t really hurt, it just felt distinctly…uncomfortable.
“Watch the teeth, Ann” I murmured and she grunted in reply. She was making a lot of noise too, slurping and sucking. Every now and then she’d gag a little, or give a coughing little jerk of her head as my prick went too deep. She certainly was inexperienced, but her enthusiasm made up for that. I wished I could have sucked it, I wanted to know what a really good blowjob felt like and I knew I was pretty good at it. But I contented myself with what I was getting. My prick wasn’t complaining, that was for sure.
I was getting close to cumming and I told Ann, thinking she probably wouldn’t want to get a mouthful of sperm. But she just made some soft muffled noises and sucked even harder until I had no choice but to put my hands on her head, pushing her down like some macho male asshole and thrusting my hips upward. I finally understood why guys did that, they just couldn’t help it. I banged the head of my dick into the entrance of Ann’s throat at just the right moment, as she swallowed some of the saliva and precum filling her stuffed mouth, and suddenly my cock slid home until my balls pressed against her chin. Oh my God! That felt so amazing! Her throat muscles were tight and warm and they seemed to squeeze my prick like a dozen tiny fingers all at once. That was all it took and my balls exploded with hot sperm, shooting through my dick straight into Ann’s lesbian belly.
I became vaguely aware that Ann was struggling beneath me, pushing against me and slapping at my thighs. The poor girl couldn’t breathe! I had my prick wedged all the way down her throat! But it felt so good! I started to relax my grip so I could let the woman up, but suddenly a surge of testosterone power filled me and I pushed down even harder.
“Stupid Lezbo Bitches!” My cock growled. “You thought I was sleeping? Stupid cunt! I never sleep! I heard every little word! Gonna cut me off? Eat me? And your own balls too? Are you fucking sick? Jesus H Christ, you rug munchers are stupid. I’d never, ever let you do that to me Rache! I hope this dyke can breathe through her fucking ears!”
Part of me protested and tried to fight him, but my dick was too strong. Ann’s struggles became more and more desperate, her body jerked and pushed and pulled, but my hard prick stayed right where it was, jammed to the hilt in her throat.
“Hey Rache, what do ya say we cut off this dyke’s tits and eat em? Maybe her cunt, huh? We could toss in some lettuce, some cheese, onions, fuck, have a real taco taco! Stupid fucking bitches! I didn’t ask to get put between your legs, cunt. I was happy where I was! I thought we had a good thing goin on too! You knew all the secrets for success and I gave ya that little push to get em on their knees! Like this whore. Is she soup yet? Nah…Still blinking! Hurry up and die, bitch! Ain’t nobody gonna do the heinylick around here!”
I was forced to sit there and watch Ann slowly expire, her body going tight as it convulsed finally. My cock gloated and mocked the woman who was impaled through her mouth on him. “Hey! Long as I’m here…” He started pissing, spraying his urine straight down her throat into her stomach. I felt nauseas. “Hey, she don’t mind!” My cock laughed at my horror and disgust. “What? Hey, come on Rache, this bitch wanted to cut off your balls, girl! Think about it, she got off easy in my book!”
We sat there for awhile until I felt some control coming back. My prick always lost a lot of energy, a lot of his drive after he came. I got Ann off of me, laying her down gently and kissing her cheek as I wept.
“You crying for her, Rache? Holy fuck! Cancel Christmas, somebody killed a bitch! Well, guess what Rache, there’s a lot of bitches in the world! Hell you probably planted two or three new ones yourself today. You hypocrite slut!”
I wasn’t sure about cutting off my dick, but I was pretty damn sure I could do my balls. I thought bout it hard too and I felt my dick starting to shiver a little as I walked into the kitchen.
“Whatcha doin, Rache?” He asked me.
“I’m gonna cut off your balls, nimrod.” I told him, looking through the drawers until I found a pretty darn sharp looking knife.
“They’re your balls too, Rache! Christ almighty, I’m sorry, okay? I went a little overboard, I admit it, but it was self-defense! Ain’t no jury gonna convict me, babe, you know that!”
“They’re not my balls, you stupid prick!” I shouted. “I had a vagina yesterday! A clit, some labia, a uterus you bastard! I was happy, I never killed anyone with my vagina! I never even hurt anyone’s feelings with my cunt! But you!...You!”
“What? Me? What did I do?” My prick throbbed, he was trying to get control again. Images of hot babes doing nasty things filled my head, but I stabbed the knife into my hand and that made them go away.
“I’m in charge!” I snarled.
“Rache! Jumping Jiminy! You cut the fuck out of your hand! You need some help, girl!”
I grabbed my balls in my bloody hand. “I got all the help I need right here!” I said, staring at the knife.
“No!! Whoa! Stop…Goddamn Rache! Just a sec! Think about this for just a second okay? If, uh, you had one of those old vagina things yesterday, and um now you have a new big hard penis. Maybe, uh…You were a little…insane yesterday, you know? Like you always had a penis, but, uh…you just never really knew, you know?”
“What?” I shook my head trying to make some sense out of what he was saying.
“Or…or..or maybe, uh, maybe you’re crazy now, you know and um, I’m not really here. You’re uh, talking to a padded room, you know, and uh…there’s some doctors, looking at you and uh, wondering how to, um…fix your fucked up brain, like.”
“Oh! So I was either crazy yesterday, or I’m fucking crazy today?”
“Yeah! Yeah Rache, like that!”
“Oh, gee …Let me think about that.” I said reasonably as I picked up a chopping block and laid it on the counter. “Or maybe,” I said as I arranged my balls neatly on the scarred wood, “I was crazy yesterday and today, I’m still fucking crazy!”
I put the knife at my scrotum, holding my cock in my bloody hand.
“Wait wait!! Oh shit, goddamn! Motherfucker…No! Listen, Rache, uh…You could take some uh, medication, you know like ummmm…some women stuff and uh, be like a woman again. Like drop some Midol and uh, take a bath, and lick some pussy and just kinda forget about me and my buddies, you know? I can be good, I can be quiet, I swear, come on! Please??”
“Oh sure, okay.” I said reasonably.
“Ahhh…” My prick gave a sigh of relief. “I like you kid, now whatya say we get some pizza, huh?”
I severed my balls with one swipe of that big sharp knife. I did it so fast my prick didn’t even know until I picked them up. It didn’t hurt very much, but my hand wasn’t hurting either, so I was probably in some kind of shock.
“What the fuck? Oh no! Rache! Oh fuck! Rachael, we gotta…we gotta…oh no!!” My cock was in a real tizzy. “We gotta call 911 Rache, shit! They can put em back I think. I heard that there was a specialist in Indiana or New Hampshire, some dame place with an I in it, anyway he can put our balls back on…Oh shit Rache! There’s so much pussy out there!!”
I found a frying pan and some olive oil. “Let’s eat in, okay?” I ignored the blood running down my thighs, it didn’t really seem like it was that much anyway. I fried up my balls, saving the scrotum, thinking maybe it would make a nice coin purse. I added some garlic and some onions, I found a little pasta and boiled it up. A jar of Newman’s spaghetti sauce. It was pretty good, even though we didn’t have any tomatoes.
My dick was feeling pretty down, but spaghetti and meatballs is one of my favorite dishes, even though these meatballs tasted a little undercooked. Still, they were nicely browned outside and tender on the inside. I washed them down with a nice Chianti. I washed myself up and bandaged my hand and the wound where my balls used to be. I was tired and cold and the shock was wearing off as I thought about Ann being dead. I’d liked her a lot and I knew Lisa had too. It would be hard telling her. But that was where I went, to Lisa’s room and she cradled me in her arms while I wept and finally fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up, still feeling horribly sad. My hand throbbed and I could see the bandage had bled through. I lifted the sheet, trying not to wake Lisa and I gasped!
My dick was gone! My balls…well…they were gone too, of course, but the wound was gone! I was back to normal! I had a vagina, my same old one, shaved and smooth and soft and moist and with my little tattoo right above my clit! I laughed! Oh my god I thought I’d truly and completely gone insane now.
Lisa was waking up beside me and I grabbed her, kissing her and shaking the poor girl! “Lisa! Lisa! Wake up! Lisa!”
“Yes…oooh!” She yawned and stretched. “Yes Mistress?” She looked at me blearily.
“Look! Look at this! What do you see?” I pointed at my beautiful cunt.
“Uh, you cut off your dick too?” Lisa blinked hard. “Mistress?”
“What? Huh?” A great gout of fear rushed through me! Was I mad? Had I severed my penis in the middle of the night and now just imagined that my wonderful pussy was back? I suspected it might be true and I felt a great deep rage building inside me! But then I grabbed Lisa again.
“Lisa! Put on your glasses, you little geek! Look!”
She found her glasses and put them on, blinking again at my beautiful wonderful innocent vagina. “Sin Bravely” She read and then blinked again. “Is that a Stone Temple Pilots song, Mistress?”
“No you dolt!” I laughed and hugged her and pushed her face down to my sex. “Lick me, Lisa…Oh do it baby, make me cum!”
I moaned as my submissive lover complied eagerly, licking and sucking and everything felt just like it was supposed to!
“You sure have a way with girls, Rache!” A soft voice sounded in my head and I looked around. “But a pussy doesn’t live on tongue alone!”
I stared at my clit as Lisa tongue fucked my snatch…
Snatch? I hate that word!
“We need some dick, Rache. Trust me, I know about these things.” My clit spoke to me again and I closed my eyes as a vision of my boyfriend’s hard prick sliding into my slit filled my mind. “We have to call him and apologize, you understand me girlfriend?”
“You’re back too?” I moaned. “I don’t even like that guy!” I whined. “We can too live on tongue alone!” I protested…but it was all to no avail. My clit had ruled my life since I was 13 and now she was back. All hail the queen.
“We’re gonna marry that guy, Rache, believe me, and his big hard dick too. Just leave it all to me!” She laughed lightly. “Did you miss me? What did you do to your hand, sweetie? I got stuck on some guy in Milwaukee…Uggh! All he did was cry at first, then he masturbated like 56 times in row! What fingers…”
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Meanwhile, back in Milwaukee…
“I swear boss, it was some crazy lezbo dyke bitch! She cut ‘em right off! Fuckin carpet cleanin’ whore! Hey now, don’t cry big fella, you still got me! Hey, we can uh…take some medicine, huh? I hear they got a patch, you know? Makes me Grrrr…Hard as a rock! Oh, please…Bob, look, they were my balls too ya know! She ate em, with spaghetti and I had to watch…Oh Christ…next week is your anniversary, dude! You’re wife is gonna kill us!”
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