The vista was breathtaking. The blue-gray spruce forest cascaded down into the valley, falling away to the fire-brick red earth and craggy outcroppings of sandstone cliffs on the next mountain ten miles away. The gleaming sun, high in the cloudless Azure sky, rendered the white bark of the aspen grove to my left even more pristine and heightened the contrast with the black knots in the tree trunks. The intense sunlight on the top of her erect nipple made it glow translucent pink, complementing beautifully the glistening, deep purple head of my cock as Steffi rolled the lubricated condom down its length.

I suppressed my chuckle. She was into it. Normally when our petting transitioned to screwing she’d just lay on her back and strike a V while I put on the rubber. Make me do all the work. But she knew I was going back to summer school this afternoon, that I’d be seeing “her,” and that I’d probably fuck her, too. So Steffi was going the extra mile, hoping I’d like it, like her, more than her rival. Of course, though her mouth had been but inches from my penis, she’d no more consider giving it a few kisses or licks than she would telling her prissy mother what good head I gave her. No way.

Her task complete Steffi lay back on our clothes, carefully arranged as a buffer between us and the pine needle-covered forest floor. I rolled to her and wormed my hand between her thighs. She sighed as she opened them, then caught her breath as my finger pushed into her. She was wet, very wet. I used her vagina as a signpost, knowing her tiny, hard-to-find clit dwelled due north. I slipped my digit further into her, and when she arched up to meet it, I slid it up, traversing the valley between her lips, circling her petite pole twice in either direction before again sinking deep into her tunnel. Then I did it again. And again.

Steffi is a great comer, I’ll grant her that. But when we’d been high school sweethearts she was such a prude she wouldn’t let us have sex, not even give mutual hand jobs, despite the fact that all our friends were screwing like rabbits. Only after we’d both gone off to different colleges and lost our virginity to others, did Steffi deign to spread her legs for me. Now, the summer before our senior years we were together again, following our habit of reconnecting when back home. And fucking each other. I suspected she thought we might end up together. It served my interest not to disabuse her of that notion.

As she trembled and shook through her climax, I could not help but recall the many times she’d been a bitch in high school, so gave her almost no time to recover from her first orgasm before I began moving my fingers on her clitoris again. But when I smelled her arresting aroma I needed to taste her. My peeve over past slights dissolved and I transformed into the concerned, considerate lover I truly am. I left a trail of moisture like a snail as I slowly kissed, sucked and licked my way down her body, letting her savor what was coming. With an expectant sigh she spread wide and welcomed my head between her thighs. My tongue between her lips.

I made myself slow down, savoring the moment. It was a lazy mid-July Sunday, I didn’t have to leave for another three hours, and I truly love women’s bodies, making love to them, feeling, kissing, licking, tasting everything. Everywhere. Ignoring the pricks of the pine needles on my knees, thighs, cock, and balls, (I’d slid below the padding of our clothes), I purposely let her hear me slurp as I pushed my rounded tongue into her vagina and lapped up the copious juice I craved.

As I fluttered my tongue along the groove between her labia majora and minora, my middle finger found her vagina and eased in. Having had an orgasm already Steffi was plateaued at a high level of arousal and she arched her back further, eagerly pushing her pussy to me. As my tongue began to circle her clit my first finger joined my second in plumbing her depths. When her moaning and thrashing indicated she was nearing the precipice, my left arm circled under and around her ass, holding her fast, restraining her flailing so my tongue could stay on her trigger. Just before she crested I withdrew my fingers momentarily then plunged them back into her, my middle finger thrusting deep into her anus.

Steffi gasped, recoiled, and cried out as she lurched about, trying to escape my impaling finger. I was plowing new ground in our love-making and her wild, intense, startled reaction was exactly what I’d wanted. I clamped her to me and matched the fevered lashes of my tongue with rapid thrusts of my fingers. My brain spontaneously began improvising and repeating lascivious phrases, “Fuck her holes, pump her pussy, fuck her ass, ball her a,” over and over.

As her whining and thrashing became more intense, more tinged with arousal, her hands clutching my hair reversed direction, pulling me into her as she ground her vulva into my mouth. I drove on. Steffi’s cries evolved into gasps and finally little screams as her entire body tensed, shaking and quivering. Head trapped between her trembling, clutching thighs, mouth full of pussy, nose buried deep in her forest, I gasped in breaths between licks, as Steffi came as never before.

Her teeth were still clenched, breaths hissing in through pulled back lips, and her was face contorted in ecstasy as I slid up alongside her, leaving my fingers in her holes. “That was fantastic, Steff. I never dreamed you could come like that,” I whispered. Her orgasm was a powerful aphrodisiac and I had never felt so throbbing, so horny, so ready to shoot. As I luxuriated in the overwhelming heavy ache of arousal — every cell of my body alive, pulsating, bent on release — I exulted in having opened new territory, having penetrated a new orifice. And having had her accept it, if only grudgingly at first, coming harder than she ever had.

When I felt both her openings unclench around my fingers I began to slide them in and out, just a bit. Her hand found my wrist and pushed it, trying to still my motions, to force out my fingers. I’m much stronger, though, and shoved them deeper. She groaned softly, pushed my wrist again, then groaned louder still as I drove them in to the hilt.

She sighed, took her hand away, rolled to me, laid her head on my shoulder, put her arm around my waist, and snuggled into me. Oh, how I savored her submission! And how she caught her breath and winced slightly each time my fingers spread her holes. After a minute she whispered, “I want you inside me, David. Please.” I slipped my fingers out. It was time to mount up.

When I reached down to guide my throbbing cock into Steffi I noticed it immediately. There was a pine needle protruding from the head of my penis. Damn. It didn’t hurt, but was stuck in the latex. Was the condom compromised? There was no way I wanted to risk getting Steffi pregnant and I’d left the others in the car when we began our short hike.

An idea dawned.

“Look, Steffi, I think there’s a problem with the condom. See.” I pointed to the needle. “I don’t think we should take a chance. I care for you deeply and know that a baby is not in your plans. Let’s do something like we used to, OK?”

Of course she agreed. I’d shown real concern for her and though she probably didn’t like that I’d forced my finger up her ass — or at least there was no way in hell she’d admit it to me — I also knew that she had to concede to herself that it had provoked a fantastic, mind-blowing orgasm.

I ripped off the compromised protection and threw a hip over hers. Reading her concern that I’d fuck her bare I quickly said, “Could you just hold me, stroke me, make me come, like you used to?” Steffi’s fingers were exquisitely soft as they wrapped around me. There wasn’t any lube, but she had skills. She’d learned to grip me very lightly and I could feel the cum close, already gathered in my tube, seething, ready to be ejected. I started to pump. Spontaneously my brain began devising and repeating lewd phrases over and over, like a mantra, “Fuck that hand, ball that hand. Fuck it, ball it,” as my hips increased the pace of my thrusts.

My idea was so appealing, so salaciously delicious, that the fluid began to move almost immediately, searing every nerve as it surged up my cock. When I could no longer suppress my gasping and moaning I quit trying and just let go. My sounds encouraged Steffi, and, relishing having the power to make me come, she stroked me faster. I inched up her body as I pumped, moving imperceptibly higher with each forward thrust. “Fuck that hand, ball that hand. Fuck it, ball it,” played in my brain, mindlessly, hypnotically.

When the boiling fluid scorched up to my tip I reared back and up, gritted my teeth and drove forward, hunched to the max. To my inner cry, “Ball it!” a low, rasping, guttural groan erupted from my lips just as the first steaming rope of semen shot out of my prick.

Through lidded eyes fogged with passion I saw Steffi’s astonished face with cum on her cheek, forehead, and in her bangs. I gritted my teeth again and thrust harder.

I again yelled, “Ball!” to myself as the next ribbon jetted out. I suppressed my grin when I saw semen on her eyelids, forehead, and more in her hair.

Steffi was totally committed now and as my mind screamed, “Ball!” the fervid, rapid motions of her hand stroked out another huge glob. When I managed to look there was yet more fluid in her hair. I was amazed at how the exclamations in my brain seemed to supercharge my ejaculations, forcing my testicles shoot bigger streams of semen harder and further.

Steffi scooped up some juice off her face and used it as lube as she kept jacking me, forcing my cock keep ejaculating, shooting more strings onto her face, then neck, and finally just dribbling drops down onto her chest. Though my body was now clenched over her, spasming, trembling, and wincing in blissful agony, she pressed on. Even when my tormented penis was unable to eject any more semen and suffered dry heaves, sending excruciating bolts of fire throughout my body, Steffi kept pumping me. She’d milked me dry, but demanded more.

Steffi had never stuck a finger up my ass before, but I guessed it was payback, and I gasped and bucked anew as it spurred me on. Somehow her rapacious hand and goading finger dragged even more cum out of me — it felt like she was forcing my testicles to turn themselves inside out — while the tape loop of “Ball!” screamed endlessly in my fevered brain. During my shaking, shuddering torment I saw Steffi’s delighted, self-satisfied smile at my wincing, jerking, gasping and groaning. She knew I was horribly oversensitive, suffering real pain, but just kept pumping my cock, reveling in extending my post-orgasmic torture. It’s how we did things.

***

“Fuck you — you tried to do that, to get your stuff all over my face, even in my hair. Asshole!” Steffi had used our collective three Kleenex and they were totally insufficient. She still had cum all over her. And she was pissed. I suppressed my smile and lied, “Hey, I’m sorry, it was just too hot. You were way too sexy, Steff.” Sometimes plans work perfectly.

Four minutes later when we got back to the car she found more tissues, but the semen in her hair was like glue. She was going to have to do some work on it before her precious, prudish mother saw her. We’d made up some by then and I held her and kissed her before we got into my Fiesta. As our kiss grew my wicked hand snaked inside her jeans and panties to her ass and I pressed my middle finger into her asshole again. OK, so maybe it was a dick move, but she’d tortured me. She squirmed, broke off the kiss and referred to me by some inventive, nasty nicknames as she extricated herself from my grasp.

Then, seriously annoyed, Steffi upped the ante.

As I mentioned, we’d been a couple in high school — gone steady our last three years — but never progressed beyond heavy petting because Steffi was just too pure, prissy, prim and proper. The summer after our freshman years at different colleges we reconnected — having both had sex by then — and became fuck buddies. Very competitive fuck buddies.

Steffi had taken great glee in telling me — I suspected she was exaggerating, but it still stung — how big her first guy was (the twinkle in her mocking eyes said, “So much bigger than you.”), and how hard she’d come, over and over, just from being fucked by his huge cock (her smug smile reminded me that I always had to eat her out or finger her to get her first orgasm). I’d countered as best I could, averring that my fling had sported some major boobs. I let my cocked eyelid add, “In contradistinction to your tiny anthills.” We basically liked each other, loved each other some, but we also knew each other’s most tender spots. As was her wont when she was mad, Steffi now tried to rub some salt in an open sore.

“Actually, I really liked what you did, David. I think I want you to fuck me in the ass. Let’s do it,” she said as she turned, dropped her jeans and panties to her ankles, and pulled her ass cheeks apart, giving me an eyeful as she bent over the hood of the car. She absolutely knew from all of our entire sexual history that, having been totally drained, even to the point of pain, just minutes before, I was still mired deep in the refractory period.

Steffi obviously was setting up a scenario where I wouldn’t be able get it up. My humiliation would be a suitable rejoinder for me spraying my spunk all over her. Then, while assuring me it was fine, that I shouldn’t worry about being impotent — she’d draw out and savor the word — Steffi would accidentally let slip that the well-hung guy to whom she’d given her cherry could do it over and over with no rest in between massive ejaculations. Being such a stud, HE had no problems in that area.

Though I knew exactly what she was doing, as always I couldn’t help but be hooked by her challenge, and called, then raised her bet. I was on her immediately, kneeling behind her, driving her into the car, hands on her hips, face buried in her ass. Circled tongue driven into her anus. Her gasp and ensuing whimper as she squirmed were delectable. She hadn’t expected this reaction and now realized the stakes were higher. Way higher. She knew she couldn’t give me time to recover or I’d actually do it. Actually accept her invitation and fuck her in the ass.

“No, your cock! I want your cock inside me. Now!” She gasped the words out, but I heard the smirk underneath.

I desperately searched my mind for any image that would reinvigorate me, re-inflate my limp, shrunken, indifferent penis. How wet she was when I shoved my finger into her pussy helped. I got a twitch but needed more. Much more.

Steffi put the pedal to the metal. “No, your cock. Stick it in me! Quick!”

Crap. What else? The image of my cum all over her face, glued in her hair, got some swelling started.

Still Steffi amped it up, “Stick it in me, babe. Now. Hurry!”

Shit. Please! What? OK, hell yes, that’s it! The memory of how my system had seemed supercharged when I chanted to myself came back. I concentrated, running over and over, “Ball that pussy, ball that ass, ball that p or ball that a, ball p or a!”

It was magic.

I tore my jeans down to my knees as I stood, and, shuddering as the sudden cool mountain breeze wafted over my bare ass, I leaned forward, pinning her to the Ford with one hand in the small of her back. My tongue had her pretty slick, but I quickly spit on my other hand, rubbed it over the head of my rock-hard cock, and guided it between her ass cheeks, searching for her opening. Searching…

“Wait!” Steffi cried. “No, David, stop! Please. Really, I was just kidding. Don’t do this… ”

Bingo.

“Arghh!”

Though my cock first met the resistance of her sphincter and was held back, when I leaned forward and drove my hips to her I felt the head compress as it forced her ring apart and slid into her, drawing her exclamation. I pulled her hips to me as I pressed further forward. She squirmed and tried to wriggle away, but was trapped between me and the car, and her writhing only served to slide her tight sleeve to and fro on my tool. It felt fabulous. Having widened her entrance there was little more resistance when I forced it in a tad further. I grinned at her groan. To be able to call her bluff, to accept her offer, was exquisite.

I spat on my hand again and rubbed it all around the staff of my pole, the part still outside her. Steffi babbled some more, imploring me to stop, saying she had just been joking around. If I quit we could have regular sex, anyway I wanted. She had somehow forgotten that she’d suggested anal intercourse, and now that she was helplessly skewered between my cock and the car I released one hip and moved my hand around her leg, following the V of her thighs to her pussy.

God, she was wet! Despite her melodramatic complaining Steffi was actually highly aroused, very turned on by being fucked in the ass. My fingers made busy on her clit as my hips slowly cycled my cock in and out of her rectum. My mind devised the phrase, “Fuck that ass, ball that ass, fuck that a, ball that a,” and it ran over and over as I screwed and fingered her.

Damn, she could come! It seemed no time at all before she was shaking and shuddering, shrieking and squealing. The rhythmic contractions of her rectum felt delicious as they squeezed my cock even tighter and I kept slowly pumping her, my fingers twiddling, sliding inside her vagina then up her valley to her clit and back. Steffi came again, then yet again, massively, noisily.

Her hand on mine tried to pull my fingers away, out of her pussy, but I’m much stronger and kept them slowly traversing her length. Steffi is a great comer — it has to be her special talent — and she’d always told me after our most passionate sex how she loved that I kept at her, continued fucking and fingering her, even after she’d told me, even pretended to beg me, to stop. Like now.

“Oh, David, please, please no more.” Her hand pressed mine, trying to still it as she pleaded with me to quit making her orgasm. As she had so often before. I drove on, the litany in my mind simplifying to, “Fuck that a, ball that a, fuck it, ball it,” as I drilled her. Since I’d come so recently I wasn’t even at the edge yet, and the snugness of her ass felt fantastic.

I kept on pumping when her pleading transitioned to excited moaning, her hand moved to my hip, pulling me into her, and her grunts and gasps indicated she was about to come. I felt her rectum begin rhythmic contractions yet again and increased the pace of both my fingers and cock as my brain yelled, “Ball, ball, ball!”

I kept pumping her even when she wailed, “Ohhhh Noooooo!”

I felt the wetness on my thighs as soon as I heard her agonized cry. She’d lost control and was pissing, all over our legs, pants and shoes. Though I’d never found the golden shower idea appealing in the least it was now somehow intensely erotic, stunningly arousing, and I felt the jism jet up my cock. Everything was afire — my cock, my balls, and especially my anus from when she’d fingered it before — and the tightness of her sleeve seemed to increase the burn as the cum coursed up, then erupted time after time, inflating her rectum as my mind cried, “Ball!” with each ejaculation.

My prick softened quickly. Though I truly loved that I had accepted her invitation and had claimed her asshole cherry, Steffi was now weeping uncontrollably, our jeans were soaked with urine, and we had no other clothes. Not an ideal situation. Her tight, now once-fucked asshole popped my waning cock out in no time and I turned her to me, held her, and kissed the tears off her cheeks.

“God, that was a great idea you had Steffi. You were soooo hot!”

She didn’t respond, just continued sobbing. I knew she felt humiliated, ashamed, and certainly no longer sexy or attractive in the least. As I licked away her tears I knew I had to show her otherwise. I knew I wanted to show her otherwise. I did love her. Some.

As I held her I let my right hand roam, comforting at first, but then exploring. It slipped under her blouse and I fondled her left boob through the filmy bra. Her breasts are so small I don’t know why she bothers, but at least the model she wears is so thin and sheer that it’s almost not there. Her nipple — God, I love her perky, pink posts — erected nicely to my touch. She whimpered a little protest — why was I still sexing her, after she’d pissed on us both? — and I responded by moving to her other breast and erecting that nipple. Her sobbing began to abate. Maybe I wasn’t repulsed, at least. When she tilted her head back, inviting a kiss, I complied. It was sweet, suffused with the warmth of the intimate connection we both felt.

I love the rounded plumpness of her ass cheeks and after abandoning her nipples I caressed and squeezed her buttocks as I murmured soft, comforting nothings. Steffi just stood there, leaning on me, giving little catches of breath as her sobbing subsided. Her moan was enticing when my finger began tracing, exploring the crack between her ass cheeks.

Then I felt my cum oozing out of her asshole and running down her thighs.

It was incredibly prurient, stunningly arousing, and like a miracle I was instantly hard yet again.

“Steffi, let’s get out of these wet clothes. They’ll dry in an hour and we can go back. Here, let me help.” I untied and pulled off her shoes and socks, and slid her jeans and panties off her feet when she raised them. I spread them on the sun-warmed roof of the car, quickly kicked off my running shoes, slipped off my wet pants and briefs, put them on the car, then placed her hand on my rigid member. I loved her little gasp when she felt how hard I was.

“God, look what you’ve done to me!” The edges of her mouth curled up, just slightly. She liked that she had turned me on. She didn’t like what I did next.

“David, don’t!” she exclaimed as I spun her around and bent her over the car. I let her think I was going to take her asshole again, leaning on her and letting my shaft snuggle in the crease between her buttocks. She began whimpering, but the sound of the condom wrapper ripping mollified her. We’d done doggie quite a few times, and Steffi liked how the natural curve of my erection pressed on her clit as I slid in and out.

I took my time, slow fucking her, loving the sight of my cock playing hide and seek between her plump ass cheeks. My hands squeezed and stroked her buttocks, and she gave me a nice “Ooh” when my thumb pressed into her cum-lubricated anus.

Though I was hard I was not close. After being so thoroughly drained twice already, my testicles needed time to generate load number three. Being a gentleman I asked Steffi if she’d like to come again, but, some considerable alarm in her voice due to the results of her last orgasm, she said no, that I should just enjoy fucking her. I did, but hit a block, got caught in stasis. Nothing was happening.

I pulled out, spun her around, planted her ass on the hood of the Ford, spread her legs wide and said, “Rotate your pussy up, push it towards me.” She did. I guided her calves onto my shoulders as my cock slid back into her vagina, and Steffi sighed as my pubic bone met hers, compressing her clitoris.

As I began to pump her, my hands undid the buttons of her blouse. She leaned forward to help me unhook her bra, slip it and her blouse off, then she lay back again as my fingers began to knead her boobs. I loved watching her body react to being fucked. Each time my cock plowed into her, spreading her vaginal tissues, her abs would tighten, her shoulders would pull in, her chin would push forward, she’d rotate her pussy to me, and exhale haltingly. Everything would reset as I pulled out.

Her unconscious motions, her reactions to being penetrated, went on and on, over and over, until my pumping became so rapid that her body just tensed. When her eyes lost focus, then rolled back, I put my thumb on her clit and after just a couple strokes the clenches of her vagina as she came pulled me over the edge, too, and to my internal chant of “Ball that pussy, fuck that p, ball that p,” we had one of the few simultaneous orgasms we’d ever managed, mine intensified by the tingling in my anus from when she’d fingered it before.

“Steffi, you were fantastic today,” I said after I stopped the car at her house. “I’ve got to get back to school, but I’ll really try to return next weekend.” It was doubtful that I could make it, but having enjoyed fucking her much more than usual, I wanted to cement the option to do it again, maybe do her ass again, whenever I did come back.

She kissed me goodbye sweetly, smiling demurely and sighing as I felt her ass and pushed my finger against her jeans where I knew, intimately now, her anus was situated. I loved the way the bounce of her butt cheeks made my cock throb as she ran to her house, heading immediately for the bathroom to shower, to wash my coagulated cum out of her hair.

* * *

Those lips! Full, curvaceous, and sensual as always, they seemed so much more sexy when wrapped around my cock. In addition to the feel, the idea itself was heavenly. This woman was arousing me, taking me into one of her orifices to prepare me to penetrate another. Small wonder I had fallen so hard for Katrina, Kat for short.

She was short, in fact, just five feet two, but perfectly proportioned and truly gorgeous. Long, cascading blonde hair framed her oval face, slightly upturned nose, luscious lips that were rouge even without lipstick, and almost too large, crystal-clear sky-blue eyes in which I often lost my way. Her firm, soft breasts perfectly filled my hands, and her only slightly darker areolae were crowned by perfect, pale pink nipples that erected immediately to my touch. Kat’s narrow waist flared to her 34 inch hips, highlighted by her fabulous, fit, French derrière, and her shapely legs had the definition earned by her years on the soccer field.

I still could not believe that Kat had chosen me. That, once I had finally summoned all my courage, she had said “yes” when I asked her to a movie. The next night we went to another flick, then to dinner, and eventually she blew my mind when she actually had sex with me.

I’m basically an accounting nerd, if a fit one. I’m blond, six feet, lift heavy dumbbells twice a week, run (not jog) a 5K every day, and Kat jokes that she could do laundry on my abs. But my face? It has character. Craggy and distinctive are the most complimentary descriptions I’d heard. I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks of Kat and me as Beauty and the Beast.

I certainly loved our reunion, how she’d arranged for her roommate to stay with her boyfriend so we could be together all night. And how she’d told me that she kept good track of her cycle and we could make love without condoms.

When I’d knocked an hour before dinner time, she’d quickly pulled me inside, domineeringly commanded me to undress before her, done a coquettish strip tease and lap dance, then pushed me down on the bed. And was now licking and sucking my cock. I’d been a little concerned that, having already come massively three times with Steffi, I might have trouble performing again, but the feel, the sight, of Kat’s luscious lips surrounding the head of my penis was so exciting that I was hickory hard.

When my hand on her knee indicated my yearning, Kat swung her leg over my head and planted her pussy on my eager mouth. I didn’t mind in the least when she sat up, abandoning my throbbing erection, as I love being queened by her. It’s simply exquisite how subtly she moves her hips, exposing the various parts of her vulva to my constant tonguing, adjusting the location and pressure exactly, doing precisely what makes it best for her. As usual, Kat came quickly after mounting her throne. Then again and yet again.

As Kat lay on her back recovering and we kissed, she cooed as she licked her juice off my lips, chin and nose. Venturing lower, kissing her neck down to chest, I earned a sensuous sigh when my tongue began circling her right breast, spiraling in ever so slowly. Her areola became darker as it engorged, and her pert nipple hardened despite not yet being touched. I was biding my time. Though we’d been making love for just a month, I knew her body well, that she needed time before her pussy would not be too sensitive to touch. Or to fuck.

She moaned sensuously when I finally sucked her petite pole into my mouth, tongue flicking, and her hands came to my head, pulling me to her breast as I nursed. My hands continued traversing her body, feathering everywhere except her vulva. I knew — she’d told me after one time I’d done it — that my light touches made her whole body tingle, delightfully, and the ensuing orgasm summoned all those tingles together and ignited them into one massive conflagration.

When she was finally ready — it was no mystery, she whispered, “Fuck me, David, fuck me now,” — I was suddenly panicked. During our long love-making session my erection had waned somewhat and I was petrified that it wouldn’t be firm enough. Kat’s vagina is wonderfully tight, but requires a rock-hard penis for penetration.

As I climbed between Kat’s widespread thighs my worried mind suddenly recalled how my internal monologue when fucking Steffi had made my cock get more stiff, made me come harder, and I ran, “Fuck that pussy, ball that cunt, fuck it, ball it, screw it,” over and over. My cock did burgeon a bit, but I was still apprehensive. I bought some time by whispering coyly, “Kat, did you know I’m a tease? I’ll fuck you for sure. Any second now. It’ll be so much better if I make you wait for it. Beg for it. Do you really want it? Do you want my cock in your pussy?”

She whispered back something about how I shouldn’t be mean and make her wait, and yes she definitely did want my cock inside her. I didn’t pay attention, though, but rather continued my spontaneous inner soliloquy, “David, you devil, you’re about to fuck Kat after fucking Seffi’s ass just hours ago. Maybe you should fuck Kat’s ass, too. Yeah, fuck that pussy, fuck that ass. Ball that pussy, ball that ass. Ball that p or ball that a. Ball p or a!”

“Ooohhh!” Kat’s started cry followed my unconscious, instinctual thrust of my suddenly rigid rod deep into her. I was as surprised as Kat, as I’d been so wrapped up in my inner discourse that I hadn’t been aware I’d become completely hard, and had not planned on just ripping it into her. It was as if another part of me had taken over and lunged forward, driving my cock into Kat.

As I began my normal slow pace of screwing, I savored watching Kat begin to come as all her tingles merged. Her eyes were locked on mine, but would lose focus and roll back, close, then lock on mine again as she struggled to share her joy. Her forehead wrinkled, her mouth formed an oval, her necked arched completely back, and her breaths rasped in and out as she gasped, “Fuck me, fuck me,” over and over. Her hands began clawing my buttocks, driving me rapidly into her, and she lunged her hips up to meet my every thrust, fucking me back ferociously. Kat seemed completely lost, spinning in a hurricane of sexual bliss.

It was impossibly erotic. Our sex had always been wonderful, sweet, but never this unrestrained, even wild. Kat was totally consumed by a level of carnal passion and arousal I had never before seen. I was inspired and the image of a jackhammer gone mad popped into my mind as I increased the pace and vigor of my fucking, plunging my cock into her to the hilt as fast and hard as I could. Despite my fervor, or maybe because of it, my mind kept up what became a mantra, “Fuck that p or fuck that a. Ball that p or ball that a. Ball p, ball a, ball p or a!”

“Yyeeeee!” Kat’s wailing shriek coincided with my loud huff as the air lurched from my lungs when my completely involuntary final thrust jackknifed my body to hers. Folded backwards at the waist, hands on her ass clamping my tool as deeply into her as possible, I trembled and shook as great globs of jism were wrenched out of my testicles, driven up my urethra, and jettisoned from my penis deep into Kat’s spasming vagina.

My cock just wouldn’t quit coming. I marveled at how Kat had the wherewithal to plunge her finger into my anus, given how she continued gasping, shaking and twitching uncontrollably. Her penetrations goaded me on, and her spasmodic writhing drove the walls of her vagina up and down my penis, milking it, forcing it to shoot again and again. My burning hot cum ricocheted off her cervix, inflated her scabbard, and coated the outside of my cock as it was forced back past her inner lips to run down the crack between her butt cheeks onto the sheet. Just as I realized the howling cry I heard was coming from me, my cock finally stopped erupting.

“Oh my God!” gasped Kat after I collapsed down onto her. I was speechless, annihilated, and just lay on top of her as I tried to catch my breath. I had never had an explosion that even approached the power and ferocity of what had to be the ultimate orgasm. It was as though my very consciousness had been liquefied, vacuumed up inside me, then jettisoned out my cock along with my semen. As Kat stroked my back automatically — she was still shivering and twitching randomly, her frazzled nerves suffering aftershocks of her most intense orgasm ever — I suddenly shuddered and all the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I instinctively turned, but of course saw nothing, and knew that it was just the cold draft on my back that had made my body tingle.

***

I wouldn’t have believed it possible. My hard, throbbing penis was once again buried deep in Kat’s vagina. After we’d made love so passionately that afternoon, after my fourth massive, ball-draining ejaculation of the day, under truth serum I would have admitted that I’d actually have preferred just to go to sleep at bedtime. But once we’d gone to our favorite bar and enjoyed their lightest pilsner and passable Margarita pizza, as we danced the rosy glow of renewing ardor bloomed between us again. More sex became fait accompli.

Kat is a terrific dancer, loves it, and always draws everyone’s eyes with her graceful, sensual movements. Though I have always felt awkward, never knowing just what to do with my other left foot, tonight I’d actually felt nimble, that I could almost keep up with Kat. Most amazing, I was truly enjoying it, not consumed with self-consciousness as usual. So I was completely taken aback when Kat called an early end to our outing, whispering after our second slow dance, “Take me home now, David. Take me home and fuck me.”

Well, yes ma’am. Though I was dead tired, once we’d started making love — Kat was very ardent, seeming to want a replay of the afternoon — I got into it and felt rejuvenated. I’d been surprised a second time when she had pulled my head up, just as I began to kiss my way down her body, looking forward to tasting her and enjoying the flood of nectar that always accompanies her orgasm. It was puzzling yet again when she truncated our foreplay, my stroking her body, getting her tingles going. After just a few moments of kissing and my fondling her breasts she rolled on her back, spread her legs wide, and pulled me onto her. Into her.

I started pumping — it seemed what she wanted. I loved watching how her whole body reacted to being penetrated, curling to me as my pole spread her, relaxing when it pulled back, but after three minutes I became concerned. Kat and I both seemed in stasis, stranded on a plateau of moderate arousal, unable to go further, to ascend the ladder of passion that would lead to orgasm.

“Well, duh,” I thought when I finally realized what was missing. I let my mind go free, and it began improvising lewd words and thoughts, “Fuck that pussy, or fuck that ass. Ball that pussy or ball that ass.” I felt Kat respond, her hips pushing back against me harder, her breathing becoming ragged, louder, air hissing in between trembling, parted lips. I’d once done some meditation and knew that mantras should be short, so consciously trimmed mine to, “Fuck pussy, or fuck ass. Ball pussy or ball ass.” As I cycled my cock in and out of Kat to punctuate each syllable, I simplified my chant further, reducing it to monosyllabic utterances, “Fuck p or fuck a. Ball p or ball a.”

Kat’s loud shriek and my guttural growl were simultaneous, provoked by my spontaneous maximal thrust, plunging into her as though a truck had rammed me from behind. The head of my penis quivered as it pressed hard against her cervix, and somehow her vagina was much tighter. Underneath me Kat began shaking, coming hard and fast, gasping and thrashing about, dancing like a palsied puppet on my impaling pole.

I mindlessly began humping her again as she continued to tremble and quake, gasping out, over and over, “Oh God yes! Yes, David. Fuck me, harder, faster!” I did.

Through the haze of passion my hand seemed larger, darker, as it covered her mouth — she was making so much noise that people in the next apartment could not help but hear and I didn’t want anyone knocking on the door to complain — and I sensed a control of my sexual apparatus that I’d never known before.

As her orgasm bloomed Kat’s boobs flopped in circles in opposite directions on her heaving chest as my thrusts rocked her body. Her pale face flushed crimson and the color migrated down, reddening her neck, chest, and breasts. Her eyes went wide, glazed over, rolled back, then clamped shut. Her arms flailed, fingers wildly clutching and twitching in the air, then began raking my back and rear, and her legs gripped desperately at my waist, heels pounding into my buttocks, a jockey spurring her steed on to the finish. Kat was annihilated in orgiastic fervor and the sight alone would normally have made me come instantly.

But, perhaps because I’d ejaculated so often and massively recently, I felt different, transformed, and somehow knew that I was in control, that despite the unbelievable eroticism of Kat losing it completely, having an orgasm that usurped all her control, every iota of her usual womanly reserve, I was completely in command of my body. I would come, but only when I chose to and not sooner, despite her vagina clasping my cock and her finger reaming my ass.

I could not distinguish the peaks from the valleys of what seemed Kat’s unending orgasm. I just kept fucking her, chanting my mantra in my mind. When she finally desperately stilled my hips, imploring me to stop, of course I did. I pulled out, slid next to her on my side, and held her to me, stroking her gently as she recovered. I was very concerned by her weeping, but when I asked what was wrong she said, words interspersed with sobs, “Nothing, David darling. It was just too powerful, so amazing that I couldn’t stand it.”

When I took her hand and put it on me, she gasped, “Oh my God, David! You didn’t even come!” Her hand holding me, sliding on me, jacking me, felt wonderful and I could feel the fluid burning within, seething, churning, yet under control. I’d come soon, but not yet.

Kat’s fellatio before dinner had been delicate, exploratory, a first time for us. Now it was greedy, hungry, carnal and wanton. She slurped and sucked noisily, her hand jacking my pole as her mouth urged me to come, to shoot, to give her what she wanted. Her other hand made busy with my balls, kneading, cajoling, encouraging them to produce more semen and surrender it to her. As I savored the heavenly feelings my lover was giving me I could easily have come, but still held back.

I pulled her up to me and kissed her lovingly when I sensed she had tired. Kat kissed me back, but her voice was troubled. “David, I want to make you come. You fucked to me so fiercely, almost like an animal, and I loved it. I’ve never come as hard. I want to do the same for you, to make you come like you never have before. How? What can I do?”

I knew. The little voice in my head had been murmuring it all night long. I smiled, kissed her sweetly, and whispered, “Kat, you’ll make come. Soon. There’s no rush. Just let it happen.”

I arose, went to my backpack and got it out, finally understanding why I’d bought it on a whim when I stopped for gas on the way back to school. Kat looked a little leery, but I knew she’d go along. I sensed how intensely she wanted to please me. I held her and kissed her for a few minutes, fingers feathering all over her. When she was again all a-tingle, I pushed her down on her front and began the backrub.

It was a long, luxurious one, and she relaxed completely as my strong fingers gently penetrated her muscles. She was in a dreamy state, a Kat actually purring, when it ended with me kneading the wonderfully soft, firm cheeks of her ass. When my finger slipped into her vulva from behind she was soaked, and her sigh signaled readiness.

I popped open the tube of KY and squeezed out a dollop. She moaned but did not object when my fingertip circled her opening, spreading the jell, and then pushed gently inside. I savored each catch of breath as I repeatedly pressed my finger further into her, feeling her sphincter relax more and more. When it slipped in easily I did the same with two fingers. When two entered readily, I pushed in three.

I was smoldering. My cock was throbbing and dripping, my breathing was shallow and rapid, and my mind was fogged. I loved how the passion, the overwhelming desire, the pure, unadulterated lust swirling inside me — I felt as if I was actually giving off sparks of carnal energy — blotted out everything but the dull, aching need coursing throughout my body.

By now it was obvious to Kat what I was doing, what I was going to do, and her moaning, accepting my fingers, pushing back against them, indicated her compliance. Her submission. She was going to let me take her third opening. When the brief shade crossed my mind — was it perhaps greedy of me to claim two asshole cherries in one day? — I dismissed the concern blithely. The lascivious and titillating idea of fucking two women in the ass the same day seemed just right.

Kat caught her breath as I pulled my fingers out — more from the anticipation of what was to come than from sensation — and the tube popped as an air bubble came out with the flood of KY onto my cockhead. Kat was trembling under me as I mounted her, my thighs forcing hers apart. I took my cock — it had never felt as big, or thick or heavy — in my hand and moved it to her hole, the third of her orifices it would claim this night.

God, she was tight! Even with all my prep work, Kat’s anus resisted my probe, instinctively clamping tight as it felt the invader at the gates. I murmured for her to push back and pressed harder. Shivering in anticipation, she groaned as she did, and I felt the resistance lessen. I pushed harder still and she gasped as the tip slipped inside her. “Oh Kat, you’re wonderful. You are sooo sexy,” I whispered as I leaned forward and felt the head of my cock compress again as it pushed further into virgin territory.

I began to screw her infinitely slowly, lovingly, letting her get used to the idea, the reality, of being fucked where she never had been before. But soon my mantra started up in my head, the simplified one, where each monosyllable was accompanied by a thrust in or pull out. “Fuck her p or fuck her ass. Ball her p or ball her ass. Fuck p or fuck a. Ball p or a, ball p or a…”

My mind blanked each time I reached that point of my chant and I instinctually drove harder and deeper into her, as if goaded, driven forward. As I grunted with each thrust, I felt my cock distend, seem to grow larger. The girth of my balls, stretching my scrotum tight, surprised me as they pressed against my thighs. It felt as if my testicles, somehow larger, were vibrating, literally pulsating as the cum boiled inside them. So intent on my own sensations, I but dimly noted Kat quivering, shaking, and moaning as her rectum’s rhythmic squeezes indicated her orgasm.

I was mystified as to how Kat again managed to get a finger in my ass, but was swept away by a level of lust and seething, libidinous craving beyond any I’d felt before. “Ball p or a, ball p or a!” screamed in my mind as I drew ever closer to exploding. The hairs stood up and bristled on the back of my neck, my body grew heavy, and I reflexively began fucking Kat’s ass madly, reaming her, driving her into the mattress as the ropes of burning cum streamed up my cock and flooded her, swashing back into her colon, swamping her insides, squirting out around my staff despite the tightness of her sphincter.

“David, are you all right? Is everything OK?”

Kat’s tremulous voice seemed miles away, barely penetrating the thick cocoon of my mind’s frazzled nerves and blown circuits. As I blinked back to awareness, I found myself lying atop her, twitching and only semi-conscious, gasping for air.

I was surprised my mouth functioned. “Um, yeah, I’m OK, Kat. Are you?”

“Oh my God, David! That was fucking amazing!” We both giggled at her inadvertent word play and I heard the soft plop as my dwindling penis was ejected from her tight, no longer virgin, asshole.

xxxxx

“David! Close your mouth!”

Kat hissed at me like her namesake animal and I quickly shut my gaping maw. Alison Mason had just made a blatant pass at me, and my girlfriend was scarcely amused. And letting me know about it. “What a slut,” Kat continued, as I put my arm around her, leaned close and replied, “Kat, I have no idea where that came from, but you’re the woman I love. Truly.”

My little white lie seemed to mollify Kat, and we found seats in the corner of the cafeteria and begin eating lunch. Alison was in my 10 o’clock Advanced Statistics and Probability senior seminar, and though I was certain she had never been aware of me before — I’d certainly noticed her; any straight guy would — after class she had walked next to me as I headed for the library. And Alison had flirted with me.

She started by telling me how smart I was to come up with the answer to the prof’s intricate puzzle. I’d surprised myself when the correct answer popped into my brain, and it seemed that my hand had raised itself. Even more astonishing, though I am normally ill-at-ease and tongue-tied in the mere presence of dazzlingly beautiful, voluptuous women — and Alison is certainly that — as we walked, clever quips just rolled off my tongue. Alison laughed, low and sensually. She sidled closer to me as we ambled and I felt entranced by her alluring scent. I wasn’t even flummoxed when her breast accidentally brushed my arm, more than once — they are so big that she probably doesn’t know their parameters — and I had been sorely tempted to accept her suggestion that we get lattés so we could continue to talk. “Or something,” she’d added coyly.

So, in all honesty, Alison’s sauntering up to me, totally ignoring Kat, and her voice oozing heat when she said, eyes batting, “Hi, David,” before walking off, broad hips swaying and drawing attention to her fabulous ass, hadn’t been a total surprise.

***

I grunted as I drove my dick deeper into Kat’s cunt. She’d remained annoyed about Alison’s pass all through lunch, more so at my deer-in-the-headlights reaction, and after her last bite of salad she’d strode off, primly announcing that she was going to visit the ladies room. The idea came to me as I watched her svelte derrière sway as she walked away, then bounce delightfully as she bounded up the stairs on her way to the second floor restroom. So tight, so trim, so titillating. So unlike Alison’s bountiful booty. When the recollection of Kat’s rectum squeezing my cock as she came the night before flashed in my mind, I was instantly hard and had leapt into action.

Kat gasped in surprise when I pounced just as she left the restroom, swept her up into my arms, and whisked her into the nearby room. Summer school has so many online courses now that the classrooms on the second floor of the commons are hardly used. The odds of discovery were low, but the possibility lent an intriguing edge to my plan.

I overcame her half-hearted objection by whispering, “Kat, I’m going to prove that it’s you I love, who really turns me on,” as I shoved her into a corner, pried one of her feet up onto a chair, yanked the crotch of her polyester running shorts and cotton panties to the side, and stuck my eager prick into her pussy.

Kat was very wet — could having competition for me be a turn-on? — and she immediately started moaning each time I drove into her. To enhance the sense of domination — I intuitively knew she wanted to be taken — I forced her arms over her head and stretched them high with one hand as the other cycled her ass to me, meeting my every hump. I again felt my sexual apparatus super-charge when I began running my simplified phrase over and over, punctuating each syllable with a thrust, “Ball, p, or, a, ball, p, or, a!”

My lunges into her became animalistic, almost elevating her off the ground, as if a giant hand behind me was jabbing my ass forward, driving me up into her with each incantation. I was aware that my gasping exhalations had literally become growls but didn’t suppress them or smother Kat’s high-pitched wails as I kept fucking her.

At best semiconscious — the libidinous, debauched fury of my arousal was totally consuming — I was only dimly aware of the incongruity when Kat’s finger snaked into my anus. When I looked up, my hand that held hers captive above her head seemed oddly larger, darker, and I released her butt with my other hand and reached behind me.

At just that moment the first glob of cum seethed up my cock, obliterating my mind as it exploded into Kat. I lost all awareness of anything other than the paroxysms of searing fire in my tool as it erupted, over and over and over.

***

“Whoa, this is interesting,” I thought to myself as Dr. Wayne leaned closer and pointed to the passage we’d been discussing.

Despite Kat’s keening cries and my own gravelly growls, our tryst in the classroom after lunch had gone unnoticed. I had truly loved the doe-like look of what? — devotion, affection bordering on adoration? — in Kat’s eyes when she left me at the business school to go to her art class, and loved no less the way she brazenly brushed the back of her fingers across my crotch. Her eyes twinkled and she smiled slyly, a seductive coquette, as she sauntered off. Despite all my sexual activity of the past 24 hours, I seemed to have a permanent erection, and it throbbed and strained against my shorts as I watched her polyester-clad sassy ass sashay into the distance.

The particular subject of my Business Ethics and Strategies class had been unusually fascinating and, abandoning my usual “sit back and watch” mode, I found myself actively participating, asking questions and giving answers. Dr. Wayne had obviously been impressed and asked me to stay after class to continue our discussion. Then to come to her office.

Now as she leaned forward, indicating the text to which she had just referred, her perfume augmented the aura she was already exuding. A very sensual, enticing aura. Probably late 30s, Dr. Marjorie Wayne was beautiful in the way some women are who seem to get more arresting and alluring with each year. Five-seven, slim but curvaceous, athletic, streaked blonde hair, beguiling blue eyes, concave cheeks, and full lips that became sultry whenever she wanted. Like now. Svelte and shapely were apt descriptors, and she moved with the grace of a professional dancer. She was being, well, friendly.

I was entranced. I was aroused. I was perplexed. The signals seemed clear, unmistakably sexual, and though I’d always realized how attractive Dr. Wayne was — I’m certain all of us guys stood to attention the instant she’d walked into that first class — she had never taken a special interest in me. Until now. I was highly intrigued but bewildered. What might come of this?

That recalcitrant lock of hair is to blame. The one that keeps falling down onto my forehead, refusing to conform, to stay put with its fellows. It had once again gone rogue, and as we talked, Dr. Wayne discoursing on a particularly thorny aspect of business ethics, I saw her notice it. She stopped speaking mid-thought, and time suspended as her eyes searched mine.

We were suddenly close, and it was too warm in the office. Her long, ruby-red fingernails left trails of fire on my skin as she brushed the lock back into place. As I coped with my surprise at finding my hands on her waist, I became aware of the change in the atmosphere. The piquant, musky scent was unmistakable. Marjorie Wayne was aroused and her Bartholin’s glands were producing in overdrive. Her quim was blooming so bountifully its bouquet filled the room.

Then we were kissing. As her tongue lashed my teeth and gums, then invaded my mouth, her adroit fingers made quick work of my belt, button and zipper, and she moaned her approval of what she discovered. As her hands hungrily devoured my cock I rolled her skirt up to her waist, and though I keep them trimmed, somehow my fingernails were long and sharp enough to easily penetrate the crotch of her pantyhose. Once cleaved I tore it open.

My intention had been to finger her pussy, to arouse her further, maybe make her come before fucking her, but as soon as I’d lacerated her hose, she pulled my cock to her opening. Marjorie leaned back on the edge of her desk, spread wide her thighs, and guided my throbbing erection into her. Into her wet heat. As I felt my penis burgeon, expanding in length and girth, I silently intoned, “Ball, p, or, a!” over and over. Marjorie’s breath hissed in through clenched teeth as my tool reamed her, plowing into her, spreading her vagina from mouth to cervix.

Dark hands seized the edges of her blouse and the buttons popped like popcorn and tinkled on the floor as I ripped the garment wide. Her large, pillowy breasts swung free when I rent her bra asunder. As her vagina began its quivering, rhythmic dance, contractions that signaled her orgasm, my mind briefly flashed an image of Kat. I scoffed, grinned and fucked Marjorie harder. This had nothing to do with Kat.

In the last 24 hours I had found that, for the first time in my life, I completely identified with my namesake. How the Biblical king after whom I was named had spied Bathsheba bathing, had his men bring her to him, fucked her, then recalled her husband from the battle lines after she conceived. When, out of loyalty to his soldiers, Uriah refused to indulge in pleasure with his wife the first night, on the second David got him drunk, hoping to entice him to lay with Bathsheba so the child’s bloodline could be obscured. When he still refused, David sent him back to the front, and arranged with his general for their troops to abandon Uriah during battle so he would be killed. He was. David then took Bathsheba as one of his many wives. A great, honored Old Testament hero.

Marjorie squealed a high-pitched cry of shock and delight as the quivering protuberance from my tailbone — the one I’d felt in the classroom when I’d fucked Kat just two hours earlier — slid between our legs and wormed into her anus. She came again. Harder.

As she moaned her way down, shuddering onto a plateau of high arousal, I quit biting and licking her swollen, erect nipples, forced her mouth to mine, and kissed her. Brutally, like she wanted it. She kissed me back ferociously but gasped and gagged when my tongue, long and thick and heavy, forced its way into her throat. As Marjorie, impaled in all her orifices, began to come yet again, I knew it was time to ejaculate.

As my massive balls heeded my command, I withdrew my tongue, arched backward, reared my head to the ceiling, and cried out to the heavens. Something drove me forward, goading me, fiercely ramming my cock into Marjorie’s cervix each time my penis exploded in sync with each syllable of my howled invocation, “Ball! P! Or! A!”

My strong, rippling, swarthy arms held Marjorie tenderly, supporting her limp, totally spent body, coddling her head to my shoulder. I heard myself humming softly, an odd, ancient tune I did not know, as I kissed and licked the tears from her cheeks. Her body twitched — another aftershock from her cataclysmic comings — and I relished the wonder, devotion, even awe in her eyes when they finally opened. She closed them again and lay her head back down onto my shoulder, her moans of contentment a perfect counterpoint to my song.

I kissed her lips lightly each time she caught her breath, as I knew she meant to speak. Words weren’t needed. I felt my semen oozing down my scrotum as her drenched vagina, having been overinflated, leaked my ejaculate out along my shaft. When, trying to resize after being spread so wide, her sheath squeezed my waning penis from her, I reached down and smiled at the flood of thick, hot cum pouring out of her pussy and flowing slowly down her inner thighs.

Suddenly puzzled, I reached behind me and captured a measure of the fluid streaming down my own legs. I became more mystified as I examined it. It was gruel-like, viscous and slimy, pale with a bluish tint, and as I watched, it simply dissolved into the skin of my hand and disappeared.

I shuddered, yawned and stretched, lion-like, expanding, and kept humming my anthem as I felt my augmented muscles rejuvenate, grow ever stronger. Marjorie whimpered but did not object in the least when I turned her and bent her forward onto her desk. The oozing clear fluid from my immediately erect cock seemed thicker, slicker, much more copious than ever as I rubbed the head of my penis on her, spreading the liquid around her anus. She whimpered louder when penetrated, but her hand, reaching back and caressing my hip, pulling me to her, indicated her assent.

I was aware of Marjorie’s orgasms — her trembling legs, flailing arms, rasping gasps, and clenching rectum were indicators — but I gave them no heed. I recognized the essence behind me as the one I’d sensed often, ever since I’d first shot my semen into Steffi’s hair. But now it was more substantial, more corporeal. It emerged behind me, nipped my neck firmly but carefully, and pulled my hips to it as it penetrated me.

Mouth agape and mind consumed by prurient lust, I was only dimly aware that I ejaculated in sync with the thrusts of the prod in my rear. Each time the tool plowed a furrow in my prostate my system convulsed, spewing semen deep into Marjorie as I trembled and shook in fiery ecstasy.

When the probe inside me finally pulled out, and the essence migrated away, I lifted Marjorie effortlessly into my arms, carried her to the couch, and lay her down on top of me. Knowing her now, understanding her completely, I silenced her every attempt at speech. As she recovered I knew she would become ever more fearful that her passionate, wanton behavior might be discovered. She had seduced a student. Might he brag of his conquest?

When I told her, firmly, for the second time, holding her head in my hands and locking her eyes to mine, I saw that she believed. This most special, private connection we now had, what we had done for each other, meant to each other, would be our secret, would go to our graves with us. As she acceded to my revealed truth and relaxed onto me, I felt my semen dripping from her swamped rectum and pussy onto my thigh.

In an act of gallantry, of cleansing her, of honoring her, I quickly knelt on the floor, spread her wide, curled her to me, and licked up all our fluids. Of course, Marjorie’s resultant thrashing and moaning orgasms had the predictable effect, and when I finally had to depart to meet Kat for dinner I left Marjorie to towel up the new flood after once again filling her cavities to overflowing.

xxxxx

I awoke with a start and grabbed my phone in panic. My relief was immediate. I still had an hour until my 10 o’clock class. Until I’d see Alison. I shook my head and chuckled. Morning wood. Never in a million years would I have dreamt I could be so potent.

Last night Kat had come at me like a maenad in heat and demanded I take all three of her orifices during our frenzied two-hour mating. I’d filled them repeatedly until they bubbled over — how could my balls be producing SO much cum? — and the sheet on her side of the bed was still soaked with my seed. After our last, overwhelming, simultaneous explosion we both passed out from the intensity, and I’d slept like the dead.

Except for the nightmare. The image of the red eyes staring at me from the darkness still made me shiver.

Kat had needed to be fucked again this morning. She had an early meeting but awoke on edge — she seems perpetually aroused of late — and obviously was going to pout unless she got her pussy filled. She did and skipped off to her appointment with a sated smile on her luscious lips.

I had dozed after she’d left, but fortunately awakened in time. With yet another erection. My vision of Alison — I knew I was going to accept her offers today, all of them — was suddenly obliterated by terror.

By red eyes.

I bolted upright, ready to run, to fight. The voice from the darkness was low, soothing, mellifluous, and filled the room. “Be calm, my son. All is well.”

I took a deep breath — the air was inundated by a musky, sweaty, sweet, arousing scent that I recognized as eerily similar to what I had been exuding lately — and tried to make out the large figure in the dark corner of the room. I could not, as the glowing eyes sucked in all my attention. I swallowed, tried to still my racing heart, and managed to stammer, “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

The low laugh was resonant, amused. “So, you truly do not know?”

“I have no idea who you are.”

“I am Ba’al Peor, Lord of the Orifices, Demon of Lust.”

“Who?”

“I am Ba’al Peor. In antiquity I was worshiped by the Moabites, then also by the Israelites, during their orgies at my shrine on Mount Peor. They now think of that period as the time of their greatest shame, but then they truly craved the sexual license I granted them. They wore my icon, my amulet. I have accepted you as an acolyte, David. Put on your badge.”

A small necklace fell onto the bed beside me. I picked it up and looked at the charm. It was an erect phallus. Mystified, I stammered, “I don’t understand. What is happening?”

“My tribe, my clan, gradually died away after the Israelites abandoned me when they decided to be virtuous. It’s too bad. They had such good rites, ways of worshiping me. Eating beets, drinking strong drink, and exposing the parts of their bodies most take greatest care to conceal. Then copulating in every manner imaginable. Oh, the fornication! It was glorious! They so loved sensual indulgence. During the Bronze Age my essence was born and grew mighty, feeding on their carnality, but after the Israelites left me, and my tribe died out, I went into stasis, waiting. Most scholars now believe I never existed, but all I did was take a nice long nap.”

“But why are you here?”

“You summoned me with your invocations while you were mating.”

Though my mind was reeling in confusion it finally dawned on me that I had in fact often chanted, “Ball,” even “Ball p or,” over and over as part of my inner monologues.

But this was ridiculous. I had to get to class. “Well, whoever you are, I want you to leave now.”

“But you summoned me and I have come. Each time you called I made you captivating to women, increased the size and potency of your phallus and seed pods, and enhanced your sexual capabilities many fold. Then I feasted upon the carnal energy released during your magnificent, excessive coitus. I grew stronger, became more of this world, more of substance. Now I am whole again, after all these centuries.”

“Seriously dude, I need you to get out of my bedroom.”

I shuddered. The room was suddenly freezing. The voice was still amused, but no longer warm. “David, you do not understand. Because you called, I came. Because I granted you abilities and you used them, you fulfilled our pact. I am now your master. You are my servant. Have you not been enjoying the powers I have given you? It is time for you to pay fealty, to make offerings, to thank your master for his kindness.”

“I’m sorry, but this is too weird. Whoever you are, if you don’t leave I’ll…”

The figure across the room had seemed normal, human, but no human being could move like that. It dissolved instantly only to reassemble behind and on top of me. His weight was crushing as he splayed me face down onto the mattress. The voice was amused, almost kindly, a parent explaining something beyond a young child’s comprehension. “David, you have been altered, changed for the better, by the many doses of the elixir in my semen. Surely you have noticed your increased intelligence, your refined vocabulary, that you are physically stronger, that women find you irresistible, and that your sexual stamina is vastly increased. Now your own semen is taking on the characteristics of mine — note the changes in Kat, how she now always wants to mate — and soon you will convert many others, just as I have transformed you. My tribe will be reborn. Because I am grateful that you brought me back to life, I will not injure you, but it seems you require another dose.”

As before — I now realized what it had been, and that neither Steffi nor Kat had ever fingered my anus — the penis entering me was not a hard, unyielding phallus ripping into me, tearing my tissues apart. Snake-like and slimy, it wormed its way in and then slithered deeper and deeper into my system. Incredibly, though terrified and being raped, I was stunned to hear the delight in my gasps, provoked by how the sinuous, supple probe was scratching desperately needy itches deep inside me, satisfying urgent needs I never realized I had. My own penis was rock hard, and grew longer and thicker with each thrust as the demon cackled lasciviously and began pumping his tool in and out.

“Yes, David, glory in the joy of being taken, in the immense growth of your powers, in the expansion of your phallus, the blooming of your testicles!”

It was true. My erect cock extended far further up my belly than it ever had, and my testes inflated my scrotum as they grew to the size and juiciness of overripe peaches. My lust boiled over as Ba’al’s hand wormed its way around my pelvis, clutched me, and transformed into the hottest, wettest, tightest pussy I’ve ever experienced.

“Now, worship me, give me your seed!” exclaimed Ba’al as his pussy-hand began pumping my cock. His laughing, orgiastic grunts grew louder and I experienced exquisite stimulation as each glob of cum swelled the shaft of his penis as it traversed its length. I knew — the gobs just kept coming — that the tube stretching far into my large intestine was flooding me, inundating my innards, depositing measure after measure of transformative semen as it erupted over and over. My own penis ejaculated in sync with his and every time it shot, each wave of ecstasy was doubly more intense than the last. As the lights dimmed I knew I was losing consciousness from the magnitude of the orgasm to end them all.

I awoke with a start and grabbed my phone in panic. My relief was immediate. I still had half an hour until my 10 o’clock class. My hard, oozing cock distended and throbbed when the vision of Alison wafted into my mind.

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Sweet Abigail, the third-year law student I’d targeted based on her profile and interests, staggered on passion-weakened legs while exiting the bathroom. I steadied her, putting my hands on her shoulders and turning her to face me. She mumbled, “Oh David…..that…was….wonder….ful……” I smiled and reassuringly brushed her cheek when her reconfiguring brain lost its ability to form words. With my thumb I rubbed the drool of my cum dripping out of the corner of her mouth into her chin and cheek for a second. Then it was gone, absorbed into her skin. I wasn’t concerned about the tracks of semen running down her inner thighs, oozing out from her overflowing pussy and rectum, as I knew they wouldn’t attract attention and would also be incorporated soon.

I marveled again at the power of my Master as I watched her eyes try to maintain focus, lose it, then struggle valiantly again. It reminded me of my own transition the morning Ba’al Peor — All Praise Mighty Ba’al Peor, Lord of the Orifices, Demon of Lust! — took me that final time, and the enzymes in his last dose of semen had completed my mental and physical transformation. Forever. Abigail’s eyes divulged that the old Abigail, the one now trapped within, the one who had naively walked into the bathroom to meet me, was losing the struggle — it was inevitable — as the powerful agents in my ejaculate coursed through her body. Streamed through her brain.

Now, three months after my initiation as First Acolyte of the tribe of Ba’al Peor — All Praise Mighty Ba’al Peor, Lord of the Orifices, Demon of Lust! — my powers have grown exponentially. I had only to make eye contact with Abigail, get close enough for her to inhale and be overwhelmed by my scent — it is the most potent of aphrodisiacs — and let her become lost in my eyes. She came to me in the bathroom per my unspoken command, and I converted her.

Her innate sexual desire had morphed to unbridled, uncontrollable lust when awakened by my aroma. Abigail understood that I’d fuck her, anticipated it eagerly as they all do now, and had removed her panties before slipping into the room. Once inside she quickly pulled up her skirt, leaned back on the counter, spread wide her legs, and moaned rapturously as she guided my cock into her dripping pussy. The burgeoning outgrowth at the base of my penis surrounded and nuzzled her clit as I pumped her, and I feared she would make far too much noise — we were in the bathroom at a party, after all — especially after her delighted squeal when my tail snaked into her rear. Fortunately, my rapacious, expanding tongue had filled her mouth by then and choked off any untoward exclamations. She moaned and trembled in elated bliss as she came hard and fast when I released a measured dose of semen into her vagina from my spewing impregnator. She’ll deliver another addition to our clan in nine months.

Being accustomed to sex with normal men, Abigail had been surprised when my erection did not wane. In fact it grew, both longer and thicker as she fell to her knees and eagerly guided it deep into her mouth. When her eyes rolled back as I ejaculated I could tell that the serum from my deposit in her vagina was already in her bloodstream.

My deluge into her mouth was closer to the brain, more quickly absorbed, and her eyes went wild with glee — crossing, spinning, rolling back, struggling to focus, then crossing and spinning again — as I prized her body back over the counter to complete the process. I once again had to use my tongue to keep her quiet — who knew such a devout Catholic woman could so take to sodomy and want to be so deliriously loud about it? — and I held her gently as she flailed and jerked on my twitching, ejaculating impeller.

As I kissed Abigail goodnight at the door Kat caught my eye and gave the signal. Sweet Abigail was going home, exhausted from her many orgasms and from futilely fighting to maintain even a trace of her former persona, to thwart the overwhelming lust that now ruled her brain, controlled her life. My cum was almost all absorbed into her bloodstream by now, and she will find herself unable to resist the compulsion to be at my apartment early tomorrow morning. Avidly eager for her second dose.

Kat’s knowing nod after she had my attention indicated she’d made her first selection of the night and that I would have to handle it. Our Master was elsewhere, converting others. I agreed completely with her choice — he was perfect. The quarterback of the football team, a senior predicted to be a first-round draft choice, was an iconic dreamboat. He’ll be a great recruiter for us. Three gorgeous women at the party tonight had been draping themselves all over him, fawning, making clear they were available. They won’t be able to compete with Kat’s Ba’al-enhanced pheromones, however. Despite his domineering arrogance, his physical prowess, Duane Adams will be putty in Kat’s hands.

I was in the closet, watching, ready, when Duane and Kat entered the upstairs bedroom and fell upon each other. I sighed quietly as Kat’s body was revealed — she is so gorgeous, and hardly showing at three months (neither are Steffi, Alison or Marjorie, all carrying my progeny, impregnated by my enhanced, relentless sperm) — and Duane was entranced by her beauty. Kat seized control immediately by taking his large penis in her mouth, skillfully obliterating his mind. After sucking him into a stupor, cementing her control, she moaned licentiously when, after she lay back and spread wide her legs, she guided Duane’s hard, throbbing cock into her slick, slippery slit. Preparing him for me.

Watching him fuck Kat was titillating and helped me ready myself. I had to be right at the edge before I made my move, so stroked myself in rhythm with Duane’s pumping the pussy of my first wife (in secret ceremonies, those dating from earliest antiquity, our Master has married me to four women thus far. Abigail will likely be next.). My balls expanded, I felt the cum begin to course about — my testicles are always supercharged now — and I knew it was time.

Kat saw the closet door slide open and her mock-orgasmic moans and cries became much louder. Or maybe she really was coming. No matter. Her sounds masked any noise I made as I crept forward, up to the very edge of the bed. I plotted my moves, gave myself three last strokes, and struck.

We’ve talked about it, argued about it, and now laugh about it frequently. I am absolutely certain that Duane came at that precise moment BECAUSE I drove my cock into his ass. His first cries expressed surprise, certainly, but also delight. Initially he swore that he started to come before I penetrated him, and that his paroxysms of orgasmic passion are what kept him from throwing me off him. However, just yesterday he admitted that he’d loved it, that I was right all along.

In any case, Duane’s excited exclamations and frantic flails spurred me on. Having jerked myself to the point of no return before I thrust into him, I was right at the edge, and his squirming and thrashing slid his tight, virgin asshole on my cock and made it shoot. I felt the whole pint — I wasn’t holding back, or doling it out in dribs as I had with Abigail — of seething cum jet out of me and empty into him in three massive ejaculations, each to a syllable of my howled, “Ba’al Pe-OR!”

Not a second too soon. Duane is six-five, two-fifty, and just after I flooded his rectum he spun around in an orgiastic spasm, his cock spewing fountains of steaming cum into the air after it flopped out of Kat’s vagina. His sudden lurch drove me back, popped my pole out of him, and landed me on the floor.

Regardless of whether or not he was aroused by my penetration, he was shocked and annoyed that his fucking of Kat had been interrupted.

Duane came for me.

I leapt up, feinted left and dodged right to avoid his blind, aggressive, bull-like charge. He fell after crashing into the wall behind me but was on his feet in a nonce as I retreated to the far side of the bed. For such a big man he was passing quick, and was on, then over, the bed before I could react, other than to duck the first fist aimed at my face.

Unfortunately, I was now cornered, and rued that Ba’al himself had not been available to convert such a large, powerful and determined subject. My master’s semen has a near-instantaneous effect on even the most massive beings and they immediately transform into the sex-craving, orgasmic entities they are destined to become.

Duane drew back his fist as his other hand lurched out and grabbed my shirt. He was going to hold me fast as he pummeled my face, and…

Blankness percolated into his eyes.

It had worked, just in time. My cum had been absorbed into his bloodstream and his shock and frenzied activity made his heart pump madly. His blood had borne my semen’s toxin quickly into his brain and overstimulated his amygdala — especially the locale of sexual pleasure and desire — instantly. It now dominated his brain as it always will henceforth.

As he began sighing in contented bliss he collapsed to his knees and I cemented Ba’al’s triumph. Duane gurgled happily and began sucking as he eagerly grabbed my proffered prick — now it’s always erect and my testicles are always ready — and pulled it into his mouth. Stroking his hair affectionately I began pumping the next load out of my balls.

Fingering herself on the bed, Kat purred her approval. My inseminating her chosen subjects, seeing their transmutation into eager, hungry sex machines, always arouses her and after each conversion we all praise our Master with further frenzied fucking.

By the time I took his ass again — protocol for the initiation requires three deposits in the supplicant’s orifices — Duane was totally into it, pumping his big prick into Kat’s vagina with gusto as I cycled mine into him. I was in heavenly bliss. Serving Ba’al is glorious, allowing, nay, requiring, me to act on my most carnal urges, most outrageous, debauched desires. When Kat screamed and thrashed through the last of her four massive orgasms — Duane was already feeling the power of his transformation and had ejaculated inside her twice without losing his tumescence — I finally chose to spew into his rectum, completing his passage. He, too, will be at my doorstep tomorrow morning early, eager, needing the next fix of my semen.

Then, after I give them all their second doses, both he and Abigail, plus Jenny, the TA in computer science who I converted earlier this evening, and Kat’s second choice — she’s off seducing her art professor now — will begin to realize the unimaginable benefits of their transition. Kat and I will lead them through their first daily orgy, coupling in all possible combinations and manifestations. Already the power of the shared semen of Ba’al Peor — All Praise Mighty Ba’al Peor, Lord of the Orifices, Demon of Lust! — will have transformed them into fornication machines. They will be able to come continually, abandoning themselves to their most lascivious and libertine yens and lusts, fucking from dawn till dusk, when our Master will come to greet them. The loss of their previous personalities, of their friends, of their families, of everything they previously held dear, will seem but a minuscule price to pay for a life of unbridled, unending sexual bliss.

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Greetings Dear Reader,

I hope you have enjoyed the saga of the return of Ba’al Peor.

Chant with me: All Praise Mighty Ba’al Peor, Lord of the Orifices, Demon of Lust!

Dear Reader, did you kneel and touch your forehead to the floor at the intonation of His name and recitation of His invocation?

Of course you did not.

I know.

But you will.

Soon.

The next chapter of this story is of our world conquest, expanding the Mighty Ba’al’s tribe, finding and converting new supplicants.

Our best new subjects, those most easily turned, are people who already possess a fascination with other realities and realms, in the magic of ageless powers and dark arts.

Does that describe you, Dear Reader?

As you scan these very words, feeling oh-so-secure tucked away in your little cubby, can you really think we are unaware of you? Do you not realize that just by opening this story you have brought yourself to our attention? Do you seriously believe that the pathetic security measures of Literotica protect your identity?

Does not Amazon, which delivers your packages, know where you live? Is it not true that Facebook displays your likeness to the world? Can you doubt that Google Maps knows your exact location this very second, and that Apple, Verizon, or Google knows on which device you are reading this?

And now, having learned of his awesome power, can you doubt that the great, omnipotent Ba’al Peor — All Praise Mighty Ba’al Peor, Lord of the Orifices, Demon of Lust! — has converted executives at those massive corporations? Executives who have access to everything. Who can pair anyone’s identity with their devices. Who can find anyone.

I will be coming.

Soon.

For you, Dear Reader.

But fear not. Your conversion will be neither too difficult nor painful, and will be soon forgotten when you see The Truth, meet and accept our Master. When every single thing you now hold most dear — your mother, your child, your soul — becomes unimportant, a mere trifle, as you glory in the excesses of your first orgy, exercising your new, limitless libido.

Yet, in your childlike folly, you doubt what you are reading, do not believe it can possibly be true.

Are you certain? Can you take the chance?

As doubts creep in, you think you will escape, run and hide, evade detection. Yes, I know. Is it not troubling that I read your thoughts?

But perhaps you actually can elude me. Always — I mean every second — keep an eye peeled. I did not lie in the story. I’m six feet, 175, fit, blond hair with one lock probably fallen onto my forehead, blue eyes, distinctive, craggy face and 22 years old. You’ll spot me every time.

Unless I choose to alter my appearance. Would it not be wise for me to transmogrify when on the hunt?

Given that you can’t reliably avoid me by sight, a safer bet to save your soul will be to stay constantly alert for my distinctive, powerful scent. It’s musky, seductively pungent, with arresting touches of sweat, sweet basil and cardamom. Above all, be attuned to your reactions. Whenever I draw near, your nipples will instantly erect and ache, your pussy will pulsate and ooze, or your cock will erect, distend and drip. Act immediately!

You’ll be safe.

Unless, of course, I choose to mask my aroma.

Child’s play.

No. Here’s what’s best, the only way to defend yourself. To continue to be yourself. Whenever the hair on the back of your neck stands up, bristles, know I am behind you. Right behind you.

Is it bristling now?

Run.

For your life.

ALL PRAISE MIGHTY BA’AL PEOR, LORD OF THE ORIFICES, DEMON OF LUST!

THE END