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Story contains:
t(f-to-m)-solo; teen; and it's pure smut.

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Part 1 - Strange Rituals
   Awaking from a strange dream, Samantha exhaled deeply and rolled on her back in an attempt to calm her breathing. After barely calming down, she rolled out of bed and stumbled into the nearby bathroom.

   She flicked on the light, and stood in front of her full-length mirror, outlined with various band stickers and symbols drawn in black ink. She'd always looked at herself in a mirror when she needed to be calmed; wallowing in the knowledge of existing.

   As usual, she concentrated on her blonde hair, cut to hang just past her shoulders. It was messy from her tumultuous sleep, but still hung straight. Her light-blue eyes framed by her round face, and her pink, full lips.

  Her eyes wandered down to her large breasts, held braless in her tight, pink baby-doll T-shirt with the words, 'Pure Rebel' printed across it. The boys in school liked to make jokes about her unusually large breasts, especially large for a 16-year-old. They went well with her figure, though - A slightly large, but by no means fat, body. 

   Sam, as her friends called her, admired the fit of her shirt over her curves as her eyes drifted down to her wide, womanly hips. She wore a pair of soft, pink cotton panties to sleep, a difference from the gaudy thongs she wore during the day. Her eyes were about to follow down her tanned legs before she noticed something strange about her panties.

   Looking down at herself, Sam considered the strange appearance, and it gave her a faint image from her dream. Shaking her head, she reached down and placed her hand on the bulge, and shuddered when she realized what it was.

   Sam frequently masturbated in the shower, and often fantasized about having a cock attached to her feminine body, and making love to her two best friends, Jenn and Krysta. Wanting to realize this fantasy, she asked her friend Haelo if any of his rituals could help. He nodded, and led her into the back room of his house. She walked home feeling dizzy, went to bed, and had the nightmare.

   Idly rubbing the hardening member beneath her panties, she revelled in the reality of it. Hurrying back to her bed, she sat down near the headboard, spread her legs with her knees bent, and resumed rubbing over her panties. She loved the soft feel of the cotton against her new appendage as it throbbed.

   Sam lifted up the waist of her panties and peered inside, and her mouth almost fell open when she saw the 7-inch cock peering back at her. Hard and throbbing, with a tiny bit of precome formed in the slit at the end, it was a beautiful thing. Lifting her hips a little and peeling her panties halfway down her thighs, Sam then slid a hand down her thigh past her cock to feel underneath it, and found nothing. No cunt, no testicles, just soft flesh leading back to her little asshole.

   Deciding to move on with things, Sam laid her head back and wrapped her hand around her thick member. Grasping it tightly, she began to slowly stroke herself. A quiet moan escaped her throat, and her left hand reached up to pinch her hardened nipple through the front of her shirt. She twisted it and squeezed her cock.

   Consumed in the now quickening pace of her stroking hand, she lifted her other hand to her lips and sucked slowly on each finger, wettening them with saliva. Spreading her legs slightly further, she touched the middle finger of her left hand to her asshole and pushed in, sliding the digit up to the last knuckle.

   She gasped as she began to stroke that finger in and out in rhythm with her pumping. She began to rub the head of her cock with her thumb on each up-stroke, her back arching in pleasure. She'd never put more than just one finger into her ass, but in the heat of her newfound ecstasy, she pressed a second finger in next to the first.

   The sudden mix of pain and pleasure pushed her over the edge, and she felt something coming out from deep inside of her. Her hand rushed up and down the length of her cock, and her asshole clenched around her fingers. Thick, white cum began to pour from the head of her cock, spraying up and landing on her stomach and coating her hand.

   Her orgasm died, and she withdrew her fingers from her ass. She opened her eyes and stared down at the still hard, but extremely sensitive cock jutting from her hips. She sighed happily and brought her hand up, licking at the cum covering the front and back of her hand, and rubbing it on her lips, enjoying the flavour.

   Coating her fingers with the thick cum on the front of her shirt, she reached down and pushed two fingers into her ass again. She moaned and smiled, masturbating her ass until her cock sprayed more thick ropes of come onto her shirt and drifting off to sleep.

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   When Sam awoke on this Saturday morning, she cleaned herself up, admiring the bulge in her pink, silk thong panties. After a quick breakfast, she called her friend Jenn on the telephone and asked her friend to come over and help her with something.

[Part 1 end]

This is my first erotic story. I'm typically not a narrative writer, so don't expect much until I get some pratice. I plan to make six parts to this story, each one will be exploring a new method of descriptive writing along with a new deviant subject. -Haelo

If you want to request a story, or if you want to request a story for my sake (I really need the practice, and your ideas might help me overcome my intense disability to think for myself) please e-mail me at Haelodesangre at hotmail dot com