The Day I Woke Up...
With a Dick

Posted by Rache on March 24, 2004 at 16:35:16:

codes: F/F, fant, TG, rape, snuff, violent, castration, cannibal, romance, BDSM dumb

copyright by me, Rachael Ross. exploit this story all you want. I was just screwing around. any chance to kill that bitch jenny. if you repost this, have fun. intended for mature audiences.

I was drinking once, hanging out with some girlfriends, and a girl named Patricia asked 'what would you do if you had a dick?' and some of my friends were like, 'oh, I’d play with it all day long.' or 'mmm...I’d have sex with someone.' or even 'gee, I’d make my boyfriend suck it so he knows what it's like.' and a lot of us thought that was a good idea. but me...I thought I’d probably castrate myself. just so I’d know what that was like. that was what this story was going to be about...penectomy, CBT, castration, etc...maybe cannibalism...I’d eat them. anyway, none of that is in here.

Uh…I went back and edited this. It originally ended about the point where Lisa enters the story, so I added a lot. Mostly a BDSM romance that I should have written elsewhere as a (non-snuff) short story for a Lifestyle forum. I hated this story originally, in fact I still do. I refuse to proof it, so sorry about the errors. My husband loves it, conversely and I suppose that is the only reason I’m posting it. –rr 23 march04 philippines

The Day I Woke Up...
With a Dick
Fiction by Rache

I have a secret that I've hesitated to talk about because it is both a little embarrassing, and a little confusing. I've been afraid that people wouldn't understand, they would look at me funny and perhaps think I was joking, or just plain crazy.

This happened when I was 19 and had just started my sophomore year at college. I went to bed like I usually did, slept well as far as I can recall, but in the morning I...I woke up with a penis and pair of big heavy balls between my legs. Right where my vagina used to be.

Oh, I'm back to normal now. It only lasted the one day. By the time I woke up the next morning everything was just the way it was supposed to be. Thank goodness too! How it happened, why it happened, I can't explain at all. I only know the results were pretty disastrous.

I woke up in my little house that I shared with my roommate on the university campus. I was sleeping in a big t-shirt and small panties, the way I usually do, but this morning I immediately felt...different. Like my panties were way too tight and I had this incredible pressure between my legs. A distinctly uncomfortable throbbing sensation that only seemed to get worse as I rocked my hips, thrusting my crotch against a pillow I had wedged between my legs. But that thrusting was just what I wanted to do!

I'd had sex dreams before, lots of times, and I knew what I was supposed to feel like. Usually there was a pleasant warmth down there, maybe a dampness that was both annoying and pretty nice. A little squishiness when I'd press my thighs together, rubbing my swollen labia so that my little clit would wake up, begging for some attention. But usually I didn't feel much of anything, really.

I reached down sleepily to give myself a little rub, not to masturbate, just to feel what the heck that stupid throbbing was. That was when I got a huge shock! There was the unmistakable shape of a very erect penis sticking out the waistband of my panties. It was straight up, against my tummy and it was hot, like it would almost burn my fingers. And not only that, it responded with another little throb as my fingers grazed it. But the worst part was that some part of me felt my fingers touching me!

There was nobody else in the bed with me. I checked...twice. I didn't remember falling asleep with a dildo between my legs and besides, no dildo I'd ever owned had felt like that. An uncircumcised dildo? Do they even make such a thing? I slowly lifted the covers of my body, peeking down and gasping when I saw it.

I had a penis!

I closed my eyes and counted to 10 and then I looked again. It was still there. I pinched myself a few times. "Wake up, Rache...Come on girl!" I was telling myself softly, but I didn't wake up at all, I mean...I wasn't asleep! I pulled the covers all the way down, kicking them off with my feet and I just stared at it. I swallowed nervously and felt my heart racing, I was going to hyperventilate, something I hadn't done since I was 11 and I'd watched an old taped copy of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre at my friend’s house. We'd both hyperventilated.

I forced myself to relax, closing my eyes and taking deep, slow breaths. "It's only a cock, Rache." I told myself. "You've seen them before, no big deal." But it was a big deal. It was attached to me! I hyperventilated anyway until I felt dizzy and I may have passed out a little, I'm not sure. But even that didn't help. That penis was still there when I looked again.

I had to do something, I realized. I was going to be late for school if I didn't get up soon. I could already hear my roommate, Jenny, in the shower. I suddenly had this flash in my mind, a picture of blonde haired, blue eyed Jen, soaping her lithe creamy body under that hot spray. Rubbing her tight little snatch and washing those fat beautiful tits, that ass...those legs...

I...hey! Wait a second! I'd never thought of Jenny that way at all! And snatch? I hated that word! I never used it. I disliked it so much I called criminals purse-takers, instead of...you know. And my penis was aching, like it had a cramp or something, like it was pulling at me to move, to touch it and now, suddenly I had visions of ramming that big hard thing into Jenny, over and over!

"She wants it!" A deep gruff voice told me. "Girls like her love big dicks! Go on, Rache, give it to her!"

I didn't know who was saying that. It shocked me and I had this feeling, way down deep in my...balls? That Jenny did want it! I found that I'd wrapped my small delicate fingers around the thick shaft that emerged from my panties and I was squeezing it. It felt nice too and as soon as that sensation hit me I knew I had to do something. I pulled my panties down and pulled off my t-shirt, getting out of bed and looking at myself in the mirror.

I was still the same 5'4" girl I'd been yesterday. My boobs were smallish, but firm and pretty. My hips a little narrow, but sexy too. I had a terrible bed head, but my soft brown eyes were clear, my face still attractive enough. And there, sticking proudly out in front of me, just beneath the smooth taut skin of my belly, was a huge cock. At least it was a pretty nice one, I thought, big in fact, about 8 inches long and real thick. I grabbed it with both hands, rubbing the skin back and forth, exposing the ruddy crown and shivering at the unexpected sensitivity.

I always figured guys didn't really...feel...anything, you know? I mean they could feel stuff with their dicks, like warmth or tightness or whatever, the things they seemed to think were so important, but not really feel the way girls do. But pulling the skin back over the head was suddenly intense, almost painful! My penis bobbed up and down and a little wetness appeared at the tip. I gathered it on my finger and tasted it. It didn't taste like much of anything, and I shrugged. Regular old precum.

"What are you doing? Go fuck her!" That voice was in my head again and it throbbed just like my penis did. "Cum in that tight little hole and knock the bitch up!" I stared at my penis! It was telling me what to do, I realized and I had taken 3 or 4 steps towards the bathroom without even noticing!

"No!" I said out loud. And I slapped my bad little prick hard but that didn't seem to hurt very much at all, not like I'd expected it to. And in retaliation my mind was suddenly filled with visions of my cock sliding up Jen's tight virginal ass. I knew she'd never tried anal sex and so now my cock did too!

"Go on, fuck her in the ass! Give her a little backdoor lovin' Rache...She wants it!" That's what my penis kept repeating, over and over like a mantra. "She wants it...she wants it...she wants it!" And I was trying to ignore it, to stifle that awful lie, but I couldn't. My penis was directing me, like a tail wagging a dog, my cock was going to rape Jenny and willing or not, the rest of me was going along for the ride.

I opened the door to the bathroom, we never bothered locking it, there was only the two of us living there in that house. She had finished her shower and stood at the sink with a towel wrapped around her sexy body, putting on a little makeup. She looked at me as I walked in, smiling at first and then staring with open mouthed shock as she saw the huge penis swinging between my legs.

"Wha-What?" Was all Jenny managed to get out of her mouth before I crossed the few feet that separated us, ripping away her towel and bending her over the sink.

"Shut up, bitch!" My cock snarled and I pushed her face against the mirror so hard it cracked. My penis suddenly thrust forward, even as my mind desperately tried to stop it! I wanted to apologize to Jenny, to tell her I was sorry, but every time I opened my mouth the words that came out were terrible.

"Stop fighting, Jen! You know you want it!" My penis laughed her pathetic struggles and my fingers found their way to her tits, mauling them as my cock speared into her cunt, still moist from her shower. "Oh, yeah baby that's tight!"

Jen was submissive at first, probably because she had no idea what was going on. My penis had attacked her quickly and took this weak resistance as willingness. I could sense it, that Jen did indeed want my hard dick in her little pussy, stretching and driving, deep into her over and over. When she finally did decide to fight, opening her mouth and screaming "Noooo!" I just slapped her ass hard, spanking the poor girl for being insolent.

"You stupid whore!" My cock chuckled. "You flaunt it all over town and stick that pussy in our faces and then when we try to do something about it...you pretend it’s all our fault." I slammed her face into the mirror again, leaving a wet red spot from her broken nose. "Well, time to teach you a little lesson, slut!"

My cock raped her for a long time and it felt so good! Very different from the way my pussy felt during sex, this was more...urgent...more base and primal somehow. I felt so powerful like that, jamming myself into the helpless young woman, making her cry and bleed while I fucked her. She was pathetic and weak and deserved what she was getting.

I dug my fingernails into Jen’s tits as if I might rip them off and she just collapsed across the bathroom countertop, weeping pitiably, begging for me to stop, but all I heard was Jenny asking for more. I pulled my penis from her pussy and put it at the tight little hole of her anus.

"Here comes your backdoor man, baby!" My cock shouted happily and pushed its way slowly inside. She was so tight there! My God, it really hurt as the foreskin of my prick was pulled back. I couldn't even get the head inside, so I looked around, finding a bottle of baby oil. "Good thinking, Rache!" My prick laughed as I smeared it all over her ass, pushing a finger inside her and then squirting some on my cock.

I lunged forward again, feeling her body stiffen and jerk madly as my cockhead penetrated more easily this time. Her sphincter resisted but couldn't keep my ass raping cock out, it opened and I groaned with pleasure as the turgid head of my dick was suddenly swallowed by the tightest hottest hole it had ever felt. But of course it didn't have a whole lot of experience yet. Jen pushed and pulled and tried to get away, but I bashed her face into the mirror over and over again until she stopped finally and that was too bad, my prick thought, because with all that struggling he'd really worked himself in deep.

Jen wasn't moving anymore, no matter how hard my cock fucked her ass. It tore through her tissue and muscle and slammed fully home with stroke after stroke. I knew my heavy sperm filled balls were swinging beneath it, slapping against her tender pussy with every thrust, but I really couldn't feel it, which was too bad. This male anatomy thing is really weird, I thought.

But then I started cumming and it was like a freight train passing through my penis! Oh my God! It wasn't good like my usual vaginal orgasms, but it wasn't bad either. It felt like my dick was going to pop right out of its skin as it swelled even more and then finally pulsed like crazy inside Jen's ruptured asshole. I suddenly felt it so sensitive I couldn't even move, any effort to coax more cum from my balls was almost painful! So I stayed still, closing my eyes and pressing my breasts to Jen's back as I filled her guts with my sperm.

A few minutes later my cock seemed to go to sleep or something. It had stopped talking to me at least, and my mind cleared as if from a fever. I felt completely disinterested suddenly in Jenny in particular and sex in general. I pulled my softening penis out of her, dirty and bloodied and realized I need to pee really bad. I walked to the toilet and pointed my dick into the bowel and waited...and waited...and waited some more. I couldn't figure out quite which muscles I need to relax, or something to make this damn thing work.

In the meantime I talked to Jen. "Hey? Jenny? Are you okay? I'm really...sorry...I didn't mean to, uh, rape you. It was my penis. It...it told me to. I didn't want to, honest, but..."

Jenny wasn't talking to me, she wasn't even moving, but at least I started peeing. And that felt amazingly good too. I peed for a long time, playing with my dick like it was a squirt gun or a little fire hose, pointing it around this way and that, it was pretty cool. But when I thought it was done and I started walking away, some more came out, running down my leg. But I needed a bath anyway, my dick was a mess.

I lifted Jenny's face and saw a long shard of the broken mirror had gone right through her left eye and into her brain. I guess she'd been dead for the last 10 minutes or so that my cock had been raping her, that was too bad. I felt very saddened by it, but my penis was stirring again.

"What's the big deal?" It asked me. "Plenty more where she came from, hurry up and get ready, I wanna fuck something!"

I sighed and cleaned myself up with flashes of naked women going through my head every 30 seconds or so. My dick got hard again and then it would go soft for no reason, then suddenly get hard again. It was annoying as hell, and confusing too. I got dressed, trying to wrangle that dick into the loosest pair of panties I could find, but every time I started it would get hard! I was like, gosh, relax will ya? I finally got it kind of put away and then I found a loose skirt, a long one, and I wore a long blouse. I washed my face, put on some makeup, and grabbed my purse and my book bag.
I got to my bus stop to wait for the campus shuttle and there was another girl there, standing next to the little post that held the “Shuttle Stop” sign. I'd seen her before, almost every day, and we'd talked a bit while we'd waited. Her name was Susan and she was cute, a 22 year old senior with a boyfriend and an Irish setter.

"I bet she fucks her dog!" My cock whispered and it was painfully hard again, pushing at my panties so hard I thought they’d rip.

I ignored it and smiled at Susan, saying good morning.

"She wants it!" My cock told me gleefully. "Didja see that look? She's in heat! Come on, let's toss her in the bushes and make her cum 16 times!"

I gritted my teeth and looked down. "Shut up!" I whispered. Susan looked at me and smiled, not hearing what I'd said.

"See?" My penis gloated. "I told ya, Rache. She's begging like a dog, give her the bone!"

Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I let my dick do what it wanted. I grabbed Susan, clamping my hand over her mouth and yanking her violently backwards, over a short hedgerow. I was expecting it though, and Susan wasn't. As we fell I pulled her down even harder, so that the girl’s pretty head bounced off the hard ground, stunning her. I pulled up her dress, tore her panties down her legs and spread her long legs.

"Let me at her!" My cock was screaming and I unzipped my own skirt, kicking it off and pulling down my own panties just as the girl started coming around. My cock rammed himself into her dry tight cunt with no fanfare, just a painful ripping sensation as it stretched her little pussy with its size and urgent thrust. Susan opened her eyes, staring into mine with a dazed stupid look of shocked confusion that quickly turned to pain.

My cock was happy again, and its happiness filled me with a surge of energy, making me feel like I was invincible. My cock was the ultimate power in the universe! I was raping the hell out of the woman beneath me and we both knew it, that was why she started screaming I suppose. That and the pain from my cock tearing into her unprepared cunt.

"Shut the bitch up!" My cock told me. "I'm trying to get a nut down here, for Christ’s sake!"

"Noooooo! Please...stop!!" Susan was pushing at me, kicking too, but it was a waste of time. My hard cock was balls deep already and I ground my pelvis against her hard, because that felt really good. I wrapped my hands around her neck, squeezing so she'd shut up, jerking her by the neck so that the back of her head would bounce off the ground with every lunge of my raping cock.

"She's saying no, but she means yes!" My cock told me. I nodded in silent agreement, Susan definitely wanted my hard dick, I thought. Why else had Susan smiled at me? I choked her mercilessly, pressing my thumbs to her windpipe as I drove my penis over and over inside her and finally, just as her eyes bulged and her tongue swelled and turned pale and bluish at the tip, I felt my penis ejaculate a huge load of semen inside the girl.

It was even better than before. I think I was becoming a little less sensitive, more used to the feelings I was experiencing. "Oh fuck, that was good!" My dick said. "Let's get some pizza."

"I...I think I killed her." I said softly. Susan did indeed look pretty dead. She wasn't breathing and her eyes just stared off into the big black nothing.

"Yeah? So fuckin what, she got off on it." My penis was a real prick.

I got up and dressed and cleaned up, then I saw the shuttle coming and got on. There were a lot of people this morning and I saw so many pretty girls. I had little mental images of them naked every 5 seconds for the next 10 minutes or so. My cock was hard again and whispering to me.

"What about her? Look at those tits!" I saw my cock sliding between the girl's heaving breasts. "Or that one, shit! What an ass!" Another image of bending her over. "I bet she's shaved!" My prick pointed at a little redhead and I saw her pretty little pussy filled with my cock.

I found myself moving as my cock led me around, so that I would bump into girl's hips and asses and thighs with it. "Oh, excuse me." I'd say, smiling with a little embarrassment. It was like playing bumper cars with my dick, and it was making a wet spot in my panties.

"Let's fuck her." My cock rubbed the ass of a tall brunette in tight designer jeans. "Right here on the bus. She wants it!"

"No!" I whispered.

"Yes!" My cock screamed and I felt the bulge in my skirt rubbing between the girl's rounded ass cheeks. "She wants it in the ass, in front of everyone! Oh what a slut!" My cock rubbed his balls together excitedly, making me squirm and nudge the woman even harder.

"Excuse me!" She turned around, looking a little angry and clearly expecting to see a man. "oh." She said.

"Sorry." I shrugged and made like I was adjusting my bag. "I'm a little clumsy."

"It's okay." She nodded, unsure of herself now. "Crowded bus, huh?"

"Yeah."

"What the fuck? Stop talking and get me loose, Rache! She wants it can't you tell?" My cock was straining but I managed to hold it back.

"You're in my ethics class, aren't you?" She smiled now.

I nodded. "Yeah, I thought you looked familiar." I smiled too. "I'm Rachael."

"Oh, she's puttin’ the move on ya, Rache! She wants it, come on...Let's give her a pop quiz!" My cock was urging me on and only with great difficulty did I ignore it. I kept seeing this attractive woman tied up and naked with my cock in her mouth.

"I'm Ann, nice to meet you." She touched my shoulder briefly, as if a substitute for trying to shake hands on the over-full shuttle. "Hey, some of us started a little study group, you know getting ready for mid-terms, you want to join us?"

"Yeah." I smiled appreciatively. "That would be great, that class isn't exactly my favorite."

"Study group?" My prick laughed evilly. "The bitch is inviting us to a gangbang! Holy shit! An orgy!" Images of fucking a whole lot of pretty girls, most of which resembled the women on the shuttle, filled my head briefly.

"No kidding!" Ann nodded. "Hey, I need to get off here..."

"Me too!" Yelled my aching prick.

"...I'll find you in class this afternoon, okay?"

"Sure, sounds really good. I'll see you later, Ann." I watched her make her way off the bus as it pulled up in front of the library.

"Holy fuck, that slut wants it bad!" My cock was telling me. "I ain't never heard a bitch come on to somebody like that! She really needs your cock, Rache!"

I got off the shuttle, deciding to walk a bit and be alone with my new dick. "First of all," I told it. "She wasn't coming on to me..."

My dick filled my head with an instant replay of Ann talking to me on the bus. "Hey, me and some other gorgeous fuckable babes started a little sex club, you know, for getting off on big hard fat dicks. You want to join us?"

"She didn't say that!" I told my dick.

"That's what I heard!" My cock chortled.

“Well, second of all that woman is a lesbian.” I told my dick confidently.

“What?” My prick seemed to grow even harder! “How can you tell?”

“Girls have a way of telling. Thank God I only got a man’s genitals, if I’d gotten a man’s brain…” I shuddered involuntarily. “She wouldn’t like you at all.”

“It’s your tits, isn’t it?” My prick throbbed angrily. “Hard to compete with those.”

“Leave my tits out of it, I’m a person you dimwit!” I turned to enter the building where my first class was. “If Susan likes me at all sexually, and I’m not saying she does, it’s because of who I am. Not what my tits look like.”

“Oh yeah! Right! Miss high and mighty now huh? Well I was there when you fucked your roommate up the ass, remember? I don’t remember anyone telling me what a great person she was, all I remember is baby oil!”

“That was your fault!” I said a little too loudly and some people looked at me funny. “I didn’t have a choice!”

“I suppose this is gonna be my fault too then!” My prick was smug and suddenly I noticed a very pretty Japanese girl named Hiromi that I knew, and she was coming our way, smiling like she wanted it!

“Oh no!” I whispered.

“Oh yes!” My prick growled and I was suddenly filled with visions of fucking the petite young woman in the ladies room. “You know those Japanese bitches are all sluts!”

“Hi Rachael!” Hiromi walked up to me and gave me a little hug and my hips thrust forward by themselves so that my aching hard-on dug into her tummy.

“Hi Hiromi.” I told her and I wanted to warn her but my blood was suddenly running so hot through my veins, I just knew I had to have her right then.

“What’s that?” She pulled away and looked at me with her soft brown eyes, brushing a strand of silky black hair behind her left ear.

She was staring at my skirt and I realized my prick had slithered through the leg band of my panties. I was sporting a little tent between my legs and it would have been funny, maybe, but I was acutely embarrassed and terminally horny. I pictured the girl under my skirt, sucking me off and I shook my head trying to clear it, but my prick was giving me no respite.

“She wants it!” He told me. “That little rice burner is begging for it!” I saw my Japanese friend on her hands and knees with her ass in the air, looking over her shoulder and smiling, asking me to put it and make it hurt!

“Come here, Hiromi, I’ll show you!” My mind was spinning and the part of me that was still normal was screaming silently to stop! ‘She doesn’t want it! She’s just being friendly!’ my mind whispered, but it was drowned out by the sudden desperate urge of my balls, pumping my senses full of testosterone.

“Wha-What? Rachael, what are you doooooo…?” She never had a chance, I slammed open the bathroom door, barely noticing that it was mercifully empty and I pulled Hiromi into a stall. “Rachael?” She was so confused. “Hey! Owwww!”

“Oh yeah, Rache!” My cock crowed loudly in my ears. “Let’s give her a good nasty bathroom fuck, I hear they like that in Japan!”

My heart was racing as I pushed Hiromi over the plumbing, spreading her legs as she straddled the toilet. “Ready for some Sex-Ed?” I heard my voice saying and I was suitably appalled, but unable to stop. It was deja-vu all over again.

“Rachael, please! This isn’t funny!” Hiromi was trying to get up and I grabbed her by the back of her delicate little neck with one hand, while I ripped her panties down her smooth white thighs with the other. “Rachael! RAAAAA…!!” She cried out as I lifted my skirt, draping it over her back and slammed my cock inside her cunt. “Ohhhh God!!”

The girl was soaked! I realized with a shock as my long thick penis bore its way with only a little difficulty into her soft tight hole. “See? I told ya, Rache!” My cock laughed at my surprise. “Fuckin’ Japanese bitches, they love it!”

“Ohhhh…Yeah, Rachael…I…Ohhhh!!” Hiromi was squirming and her cuntal muscles clamped around my swollen shaft like a fist in a velvet glove. “I had noooo…idea! Harder! Ohhh!”

I slam fucked her as hard as I could, grabbing her long soft hair in my hands like reigns, and jerking her back to impale her sweet little pussy over and over again on my shaft.

“How did you know?” I asked my cock and he laughed.

“Guys can tell these things.” He was in heaven as Hiromi’s pussy filled with her first orgasm. “Holy shit! I can see her cervix! Harder Rache…come on, give me a push…just…a…little…more…!”

Hiromi spasmed beneath me and another orgasm, or maybe the same long first one, brought her to a high pitched scream that I was sure would bring the university rent-a-cops running. “Gotcha!” My cock shouted as he bottomed out in little Hiromi’s fiery depths.

We fucked her hard and long for a good 15 minutes before I felt my balls tightening. It was an interesting sensation and I was starting to figure out what all the strange little signals meant. It wasn’t that much unlike the curious fluttering sensation I normally felt deep in my tummy just before a really good orgasm.

“On her face!” My cock cried.

“On your face, Hiromi!” I gasped breathlessly and I yanked my prick free with a reluctant squishy plop as her vagina tried to keep me in.

She was breathless too, and giggly from all those great orgasms she’d had. I thought she was just about the most orgasmic girl I’d ever heard of, far more than I was, I thought and I felt just a twinge of jealousy. She turned around eagerly, bringing her mouth to my cock with zero hesitation as I held my skirt up. The Japanese girl licked and sucked and I could feel myself so close it was almost painful. “Cum on my face, Rachael!” She moaned around the swollen head, jerking my wet sticky shaft with her nimble fingers.

“Not yet! Not yet!” My cock was begging me. “Think of baseball! Howard Stern! Fucking your Dad!”

Oh my, that was the wrong thing to say, I thought. I arched my back and groaned loudly, wanting desperately to grab her head and ram my prick down her throat, but I didn’t. I just stood there, feeling my blood boil and my knees buckling slightly as Hiromi pumped my shaft, spraying thick ropes of cum all over her beautiful face. She painted herself with it, rubbing the leaking head over her lips, cheeks, chin, and nose. It dripped off of her, running down onto her blouse. It was in her hair and eyes, but the girl didn’t care.

“Vedi Veci Veni!” My prick was gasping and I smiled down at him.

“Oh Rachael!” Hiromi giggled, still holding onto my prick as it softened only a little. “You should have told me a long time ago! I thought you were a girl!”

“I am a girl!” I frowned briefly. “I just have a prick now.” I bent down, suddenly wanting to remind myself of that, and I kissed Hiromi deeply, tasting my own hot sperm in her mouth. I licked at her lips and cheeks, that part of me that was still normal enjoying it immensely. She responded with equal enthusiasm and we swapped sperm for several long minutes.

“That is so…gross!” My cock protested and shrank even further. “I can’t believe you’d eat that stuff!”

“I like sperm.” I told my prick, but Hiromi thought I was talking to her.

She laughed and reached for some toilet paper so she could wipe her face. “I like it too, Rachael-san!” She smiled as I helped her. “Can we do this again tomorrow?”

I felt my cock stirring again at the thought and I hurriedly tucked him safely away in my panties, smoothing my skirt and nodding thoughtfully. “We’ll see, Hiromi. I’ll see you later, huh?”

“Bye!” Hiromi was still a mess as I left her sitting there, but I was suddenly very afraid that maybe I’d be stuck with this cock between my legs for the rest of my life.

“Heh-heh!” My cock turned out to be a big told-ya-so. “Didn’t I tell ya, Rache? Didn’t I? She wanted it!”

“You got lucky.” I told him. “You’re one for three and that’s not too good in my book.” I was walking down the hall towards my English class.

“Let’s go for two out of four then!” I saw someone I didn’t know, a tall black woman dressed very nicely. My cock throbbed and a vision of her with her knees pressed back to her ears clouded my brain.

“Stop that!” I said. “Don’t you ever relax?”

“Uh…No!” My dick was in a fine mood. “I’ve got 21 years worth of sperm and testosterone built up! Holy shit Rache, I missed puberty!”

“Well, I’ve got class and I have to concentrate, so you behave yourself! Understand?”

“Sure, yup!” My prick promised. “I hope we’re reading some D.H.Lawrence today, or some Anais Nin, or some of that Marquis de Sade, guy…”

“Shut up!” I told him. “We’re going through Odysseus, by Joyce.”

“Joyce? Holy fuck, no! That guy was a fag!” My cock shrank quickly.

“And after that I’m going to the library, I feel like reading ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’ again.” I teased.

“What? What?” My cock groaned. “Anything but that, please Rache! I’ll be good! I promise!”

“You better be, or I’ll jerk you off while I stare at Oscar Wilde’s picture!” That wasn’t entirely a bluff, the guy might have been hopelessly gay, but God was he sexy! If I ever built my time machine I was going to introduce him to the right girl…

My prick stuck to his promise too, kind of. He still got hard every 5 minutes or so, which was mildly annoying and he only got truly excited once, when the cute girl in front of me turned around to borrow a pen, whispering that hers had just run out of ink.

“I got a pen for ya!” My cock suddenly whispered. “Get on your knees and I’ll sign your tits!”

I slapped him hard and accidentally caught my balls against the hard plastic of my seat. “Ow!” I suddenly cried out, and everyone looked at me as I looked down at my notebook and blushed. It had been surprisingly painful.

“Serves you right!” My cock laughed. “She wants it!” But he’d lost a little stature and I knew it had hurt him too.

It was also strange that I couldn’t cross my legs the way I usually did. I mean I could, crossing my legs above my knees and pressing my thighs together, but it felt uncomfortable and I had to wriggle to find a good place for my balls and my cock.

“Hey! I can’t breathe down here! Come on, Rache, give a guy a break!”

So I had to content myself with sitting very erect, knees together and feet flat on the floor. I felt like I was back in the 4th grade at St. Francis, my old catholic grade school.

The class was an hour long and by the end of it, I knew my dick was getting very impatient. I found myself doodling little dirty pictures of stick people with big tits and huge cocks fucking. It was embarrassing when I realized I’d filled two pages that way, giving them little balloon captions like ‘I want it!’ and ‘fuck me hard!’ …Visions of fucking the girl just in front of me filled my mind and I gritted my teeth.

“Stop it!” I whispered. “Stop it or…or…”

“Or what?” My prick mocked me and sent me a little rush of testosterone that had me ready to grab that girl and bend her over the podium in front of 50 students.

“Or I’ll jack you off in a glass and drink it!” I told him, forgetting where I was for a second. The girl in front of me must have heard at least part of it, I thought, because she half turned and I could see her cheeks flushing.

“You wouldn’t dare!” My cock said, but he was afraid and went reluctantly flaccid.

The hour couldn’t end fast enough and when it did finally, the melodious bells chiming 10pm, I rushed out of my seat and headed to the ladies room. I ignored his lewd comments about the students we passed and I hurried into the bathroom, pushing open a stall door and locking it behind me. I removed my skirt, hanging it on a little hook on the door and sat down.

"Oh, hey! What are you doing? Oh no! Rache...Noooo! Oh please, come on...Not this!" But I ignored him and started stroking away. "Ohhhhh...shit...that feels...goooood!" My prick started moaning and I'd sending me flashes of hot young female bodies, writhing beneath us as we did terrible things to them. Soon I arched my back and started shooting hot cum, spurting it into my hand as I made a little cup with my fingers.

I always wondered why guys did that, jerked off every chance they got. Even my boyfriends, when they could have pretty much fucked me any time they felt like it, had this overwhelming urge to masturbate. I hadn't understood it. I masturbated, of course, when I had my vagina, but usually only to relax, or to get myself off after my boyfriend had rolled over and gone to sleep. Guys got off every time with me, probably with any warm body, so why the masturbation thing? Now I was finally understanding it. It kept them out of prison.

“I warned you!” I said and I brought my hand to my mouth, lapping at the small pool of fresh semen. It was good, better than a lot of guys I’d tasted, and I sucked it between my lips, heedless of the sounds I was making while other women came and went.

“Oh my God! Rache…No! That’s sick!” My cock shriveled to almost nothing.

“Next time you fuck with me in class, I’m going to find a guy and suck him off!” I licked my fingers clean. “We’ll see how much you like that!”

I felt in charge again, even though I needed to find a vending machine and buy some breath mints. I couldn’t keep jerking off and eating my cum every time my cock got hard, though. I knew he had a short memory, and despite my threats, he couldn’t deny his nature. I was going to be in serious trouble if I didn’t do something drastic.

I headed to my next class, Chemistry, and prayed that my evil penis would behave himself, because my lab partner was one of the prettiest girl’s in the university. Bambi Roberts, who’d had a whole page to herself in Playboy’s ‘Girl’s of the Pac-10’ issue last year. She’d been offered a contract to be a Bunny and get the centerfold, but she turned it down because she’d have to show some pubic hair. She was a virgin and her father was a minister, she’d just done that one picture because he hadn’t bought her the car she’d wanted for her 21st birthday. I was her lab partner because she was dumb as dirt and paid me $500 to help her pass.

I knew as soon as I walked in and sat down next to Bambi that I was in deep, deep trouble.

“Jesus H. Christ!” My dick shouted and I winced. “She wants it!” Bambi was wearing a tank-top that barely contained her large full breasts. And her skirt was so small that I could see the pink of her panties as she perched on the stool next to me. Her legs were long and tan, her hair platinum blonde and all bouncy curls, her eyes deep blue and her lips designed by Lucifer himself, tempting and pouting and promising eternal damnation.

I really couldn’t stand her.

“What a fuckin’ tease! I bet that bitch has done half the campus!”

“She’s a virgin.” I whispered to my penis, grimacing because he was so swollen it hurt.

“What? Goddamn! No way! We gotta do something about that!” I suddenly imagined my cock busting Bambi’s cherry like it was tissue paper, ripping through it and making her scream. “Virgin’s are my specialty!”

“Hi Rachael!” Bambi gushed! “I finished that homework on carbon compounds over the weekend, could you check it for me?” She was smiling and spinning slightly on the stool with her legs spread. She didn’t mean anything by it, she was just too dumb to know better.

“Let’s check her cervix, Rache! Fuck that carbon compound shit…Cervix!” My prick was straining hard and I put my hands in my lap, pushing him down. “Hey! A virgin! Fuck! I bet she ain’t even protected!” My cock throbbed mercilessly. “We gotta knock the stupid cunt up, Rache! Please!”

I pictured beautiful perfect Bambi walking around pregnant, her belly swollen as she rolled through the halls, crying and rubbing her sore back while great big sagging boobs dripped thin milk, staining her maternity blouse.

“Ohhhh!” My cock laughed. “You want it too!” He hadn’t sent me that image, I realized guiltily, that had come from my very own catty little mind.

“Shhh!” I shushed my prick! I’d like to blame what happened on my dick, being a malevolent and powerful force in the service of the dark side, but honestly, I think it was a team effort for a change.

“Hi Bambi!” I gushed back! But it was lost on the stupid cow. “Sure, I can check it for you, but hey girlfriend, the professor wanted me and you to work on something important today! Something super important!”

“Really?” Bambi looked at me with wide innocent trusting eyes. “Is he giving us extra credit?”

“Oh yes, Bambi! Lot’s of it, enough to raise our grades one whole point!” I nodded at the importance of that, especially to someone with a 2.2 GPA like Bambi. “Come on, we need to go into the materials room and get some stuff!”

“Oh!” Bambi nodded. “Okay!”

If I’d been a boy, Bambi would have been instantly wary, terminally suspicious. She knew all the boys wanted to fuck her silly, but where the good Lord had short changed her capacity for understanding even simple fractions, he’d given her an abundance of wisdom when it came to dealing with men. She always got what she wanted while simultaneously denying that which they desired most. It was just another reason to be jealous. My own dealings with guys were hardly praiseworthy; I gave up everything and settled for much less than I needed, let alone wanted.

We slipped out of the room before the professor entered, sneaking through the back and into a large roughly finished storage room that contained boxes and vials and barrels of chemicals and gasses, most of them harmless enough, but a few that were marked hazardous. I bolted the door behind us, but I don’t think Bambi noticed.

“Oh! This is gonna be good Rache!” My cock was chomping at the bit, almost ready to cum right there in my panties as I watched Bambi’s perfect ass stretching her tight skirt in dangerous directions.

I went to a large deep sink and grabbed a roll of paper towels, then walked to a cabinet while Bambi watched me.

“What are we gonna do, Rachael?” She asked, but probably didn’t really expect an answer. I hardly ever answered her questions, it was usually a waste of breath. But I was feeling generous today.

“It’s an experiment Bambi!” I found the gallon can of ether. It was in the flammable materials locker and marked with all kinds of labels, mostly about fire, but also about fumes. I put on a pair of rubber gloves. “Were gonna take some C2 H5 OC2 H5 and find out exactly what its anesthetic properties are capable of! Won’t that be fun?”

“Anna who? What?” Bambi blinked at me while I wetted a thick pad of paper towels with the stuff, holding my breath and being careful not to spill it.

“Okay,” I screwed the cap on the can and closed the locker, keeping the wet paper towels at an arm’s length. “Come here, Bambi.” She walked dutifully over and blinked in surprise as I pushed the paper towels under nose. “What does this smell like?”

She inhaled deeply and jerked her head back a little. “I…uh…I don’t…knoooo…it’s making me dizzy!” She stepped backwards and I moved quickly, coming close and pressing the paper towels over her nose and mouth, grabbing the back of her head with my other hand.

She struggled, but it was very brief and I soon laid the sleeping girl peacefully on the floor. “Oh good job, Rache!” My cock exclaimed gleefully. “I’ll make a man out of you yet!”

“Shut up!” I threw the paper towels away and took off the thick rubber gloves, I wriggled out of my skirt, squeezing my cock like I’d seen my boyfriend do before he fucked me. “You’re turn.” I told my dick, surrendering myself completely, not even trying to maintain some semblance of my normal self as I had previously. I was feeling a little guilty all of a sudden and I hoped I wouldn’t remember this.

My prick soared with delight as he led me over to the beautiful sleeping woman. He pushed up her skirt and removed her panties, exposing her blonde little pussy. “Oh, fuck Rache! She’s perfect!” My cock said, but I ignored him. “Let’s get her legs up!”

“Hold on.” I put the gloves on Bambi’s hands, using some rubber bands around her wrists to make sure they stayed on.

“What’s that for?” My prick asked.

“Her nails. I had a dog once.” I told him.

“Heh! I bet your dog had you more than once!” My prick bobbed up and down, just full of mirth.

“That’s none of your business!”

We managed to get Bambi’s long legs over my shoulders as I climbed between them, spreading her thighs and exposing her virginal cunt. It was truly magnificent, with delightful little lips that just peeked out from her narrow slit, a wrinkled little nub of flesh at the top where her clit was nestled, sleeping happily. But that would soon change, I thought with a laugh as adrenaline, testosterone, and pure lust flooded my mind. My cock was jerking and already wet with precum, I could feel my balls tightening.

I guided my cock to her little hole and rubbed it up and down. Bambi stirred slightly, moaning softly and her eyelids fluttered. “Hurry up, Rache! Fuck, girl, she’s gonna wake up any second!”

“I know!” I told my cock. “Just hang on a sec.”

“You’re a perv, Rache!” My dick laughed.

“Bambi! Hey, Bambi! Wake up!” I smiled at her as she opened her eyes. “Wha-Wha’s goin on, Rashel?” her voice was slow and slurred, but she knew I was there anyway. The gorgeous girl looked at her knees, bent almost to her shoulders as I leaned forward, my long auburn hair falling down around her pretty face. Her ass was rocked up, off the floor and my hungry cock was nudging at her hole. “Whash goin on?”

“You’re gonna lose you virginity.” I told her sweetly. “Are you on birth control?”

“Huh? Bir…birf conshrol? Noooo…” She shook her head, but she was still calm, just answering my question.

“Good, because I’m gonna but a baby inside you too, okay Bambi?” I kissed her nose impulsively.

“A…a…baby? Huh…Rashel?” She tried to understand and ask me what I meant, but it was too late! I slammed my cock forward as hard as I could and my prick ripped through her hymen like it wasn’t even there! She was tighter than even Jen’s asshole had been, dry and resisting, but my cock was dripping with precum and that made it slightly easier.

I clamped my mouth over hers, tasting the faint distinctive odor of ether on her breath as she screamed with pain and humiliation. Her arms came up, pushing at me, trying to scratch me, but I had her bent double, pinned to the hard floor beneath us. And try as she might, those fingernails couldn’t break through the gloves and hurt me. “Good little doggy!” I breathed into her mouth, rocking my huge swollen cock in and out of her slowly.

I wanted to go faster, and my dick was begging for it, but it hurt a little, fighting her inexperienced cunt, stretching the girl and opening her up. But at least she was wetter now, between my dick’s precum, her virginal blood, and the little bit of wetness she couldn’t help but ooze as I violated her, everything was getting better. Pretty soon we were moving harder, deeper and stroking faster. Her cries turned into low deep-throated moans and I felt her sex getting loose and warm and moist. She was crying and her eyes were shut tight, but she didn’t close her mouth. She was panting and I drank her fear and humiliation and reluctant acceptance into my lungs with every breath I took.

“I’m gonna…gonna…Oh!! Fuck!” My cock was roaring now as he plumbed the no longer virginal young woman’s depths, getting so deep he could almost, but not quite reach the bottom. “This girl is just made for fuckin big dicks, Rache! Holy shit!”

“Please…please…oh no…stop…please!” Bambi was whimpering sweetly and I enjoyed it. “My Daddy is a…minister…if I get pregnant…oh no!” That seemed to be the worst thing for her, more than being raped even, or losing her virginity after guarding it so assiduously through high school and college. Getting pregnant would never do and the scandal it would cause…the embarrassment for her whole family…oh my!

“I’m gonna spray her, Rache! I’m gonna knock the silly cunt full of babies! Twins! Triplets! Holy fuck! Quintuplets, Rache! One of each!” My dick was laughing and swelling and throbbing and I slammed him as deep as I could into Bambi’s cunt, pushing my tongue into her mouth as my balls suddenly seemed to burst, sending jet after jet of potent sperm swimming into Bambi’s once pristine womb, looking for eggs in her fallopian tubes. I kept her like that for a long time too, making her sure her hips stayed elevated, my cock plugging her hole and giving those little bastards a chance to do their job.

“I can’t…I can’t believe you…you did that to me…” Bambi wept softly, little sobs and sniffles rocking her body. “I…I thought you were my friend!”

“I am your friend, Bambi!” I smiled at her.

“Friends don’t…don’t…oh God!” She sobbed again. “I thought you were a …girl!”

“I am a girl, Bambi!” I smiled still, shaking my head. “Didn’t it feel good?”

“No! It…hurt!...A lot!” Bambi opened her blue eyes and glared at me. I felt my cock still hard and I wanted to move, so I did, sliding it easily now in and out of her slightly.

“Oh, don’t worry…Next time it’ll feel better…and pretty soon you won’t even remember that it ever hurt at all!” I lied. I always remembered how much the first time hurt. Always.

“If I get…pregnant…My Daddy will…he’ll…kill me!” She frowned mightily and her beautiful face turned away from me. “Are you going to…to do it…again?”

“Yes.” I told her and I did, thrusting once more into her prone body. Bambi just lay there this time, moaning softly, giving little grunts on occasion, but otherwise showing no sign of resistance. If anything I thought I detected just a hint of enjoyment, a slight pressing upward of her cunt to meet my cock, a little grinding and a soft sigh to punctuate it.

It felt a lot better this time too, her fuckhole was well lubed with sperm now and I could feel the tightness of her muscles relaxing around my prick. “I’m going to cum again, Bambi.” I told her, leaning down and kissing her ear tenderly. “Do you want me to pull out this time?”

“What? What was that? You traitorous bitch! Don’t get soft on me now, I can smell the bitch’s eggs!” My cock strained and growled, determined to spit into her once more.

“No…no, please Rachael…I…” She swallowed thickly. “…I want you to cum inside me again!”

I smiled and kissed her hard, feeling her respond slowly and I exploded a second time in Bambi’s womb, another huge load of sperm for her fertile eggs to bathe in. I hadn’t expected Bambi to act that way, it surprised me and perhaps dismayed me a little. Technically, I guess she did want it, so my cock was gloating as he shot his creamy wad inside her. My prick had been right again, but Bambi had been pretty repressed I thought, holding onto her virginity that long. She’d probably fall hopelessly in love for the first guy who fucked her, I’d seen it happen.

“Can…can we get married, Rachael?” Bambi asked me in a soft dreamy voice, wrapping her arms around my neck and staring into my eyes. “I love you.”

“Rache, you’re the first guy to fuck her!” My cock laughed. “Kinda.”

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t marry her, I didn’t even like her. I’d just wanted to punish her for…what? Being more attractive than I was? God! How did I ever get so shallow. Yesterday, before I’d had this prick between my legs, everything had been fine. But now, it was like I didn’t care at all about anyone but myself. I had woken up selfish and egotistical and…a prick.

“Tell her you love her.” My cock said. “Trust me, I know about these things.” So I did. I told Bambi I loved her too and I even kissed her to show it. “Now tell her you’ll call her tonight.” So I did that as well, finding it suddenly easy to lie. “Tell her you have to go, that you don’t want to, but you need to fix your lawnmower.”

I wasn’t sure about that one, but I did tell Bambi I should get going. “Do you promise you’ll call me?” She asked, refusing to let me go.

“Of course I will!” I assured her with a smile. “I love you, remember?”

“Okay.” She nodded and released me and I pulled my softening cock from her sperm filled womb. “I love you Rachael.”

I got out of there as fast as I could, leaving the girl to look after herself. I was in deep deep trouble and I knew it. The class was almost over and just a few people noticed me creeping out of the materials room. I went back to my lab table, sitting down quietly.

“Now we gotta write the note.” My dick said.

“What? What note?” I whispered.

“The note, you know! Holy fuck Rachael, you can’t marry her!”

“I know that!” I said.

“So write her the note so she can get on with her new life as a slut, you know and find some more dick, sheesh!” My prick sighed. “Just write what I tell you to.”

So, I started writing a note to Bambi:

“Dear Bambi, I like you a lot, but I’m just not sure I can commit to anyone right now. Especially a total slut who gives up her pussy on the first date, like you do. I hope you get pregnant, if you do just drop me a line and I’ll help you pick out a name or something. Love, Rachael

“PS – Say ‘Hi’ to your Daddy for me!”

I tucked the letter in her book bag, where she’d left it on the floor close to mine. I wasn’t sure that the letter had been necessary, I’d known a lot of guys who’d never called after we’d fucked, and they hadn’t written me any letters.

“I’m not like those other guys!” My prick told me proudly. But I wasn’t too sure about that.

Class ended and Bambi still hadn’t come out, much to my relief. I didn’t want to face her again, but my prick said he didn’t care. “Hey! We bump into Bambi again and I’m gonna do her in the ass! God what a piece!” I saw a vision of her ass again, this time stretched around my dick and I shook my head.

“You gotta cool it, dick.” I told him as we walked to the cafeteria for lunch. “We got lucky twice, but remember Jen and Susan?”

“Who?” My dick asked, and then, “Hey! Look at her! Goddamn those are great tits!”

“That’s what I’m talking about!” I sighed. “You can’t be acting like a hard-on every time a girl walks by!”

“Yes I can!” He said proudly, straining eagerly as if to prove it. “I waited a long time for this day, I’m gonna screw it up! Hey! Look at those legs, oh my God! She wants it, Rache!”

I started thinking I was going to need to take some drastic measures. Two girl’s were dead, another one pregnant (maybe) and broken-hearted (definitely) and I was changing…losing my self-identity as my new penis began to assert its will on me again. I was walking towards a small mousy girl with short brown hair and glasses reading a microbiology textbook.

“I never fucked a little geek slut!” My prick was begging me. “She’ll be so easy, Rache! Please? Oh please? I want her ass! Your ass is mine, bitch! Grrrr!” My head swam with visions of my big dick spunking all over the young woman’s glasses.

“No!” I said firmly, taking a step towards the strawberry jell-o I wanted.

“Yes!” My cock said and I found myself turning around, moving towards the girl.

“No, uh-uh! I’m in charge!” Wishing I had a big jar of estrogen handy.

“You wish, slut!” My cock laughed and a surge of testosterone induced lust filled me with the overpowering urge to procreate with that bookish twerp of a woman. “Let’s give her a biology lesson she’ll never forget!”

I couldn’t help but walk over to the little round table where she sat, looking up as she realized I was there. “Hello.” She said pleasantly, the look on her face told me she was trying to decide if she knew me.

“Uh, hi.” I said. “Do you mind if I…sit down?”

“No, sure, okay.” She said a little too quickly. It occurred to me that this young woman probably didn’t get a lot of attention. She was dressed in a baggy brown sweatshirt and loose bluish corduroy pants. Her hair was unkempt, but clean, and her face devoid of makeup. She looked like she might be cute though, with just a little effort. She pushed her glasses up self-consciously on her pert little nose and I could see her eyes were a nice shade of green.

“Talk to her, Rache!” My cock throbbed and another rush set my heart to beating so fast I thought it would burst in my chest. I was like a slave to this evil prick between my legs. “Get me in, babe! Let’s go!”

“I’m Rachael.” I smiled at her.

“Oh. I’m, um…my name is Lisa.” She smiled too, a little nervously maybe.

“Biology, huh? I’m an English major, Elizabethan.” I gestured at her book and she turned it in her hands as though just remembering it was there.

“Yeah, uh, right. I’m a botany.” She frowned. “Botanist, I will be, I mean, um…oh.” She was pretty nervous all right. “I’m just, uh auditing, this…sitting in, you know.”

I nodded. “Sure, yeah. Botany is neat, I don’t know a thing about plants though except I like roses.”

“Roses. Uhuh that’s uh, Rosa, in latin.” She smiled and blushed just a little. “Did you, um, know the oil of roses, the Attar, is used in perfume?”

“Really? No I didn’t know that.” I smiled a little and looked down as if I were shy as well. “You must be very smart.”

“Oh, um, no…no not really.” Lisa laughed softly. “I just, um I like to read, you know. I’m not much of a , uh, people person.”

“Oh, I find that hard to believe.” I laughed softly too, and reached out to touch her hand. She flinched, just barely, but didn’t move. “You’re so pretty.” I told her and then looked up to stare into her eyes.

“Oh.” She said.

“Do you, well…” I looked around and leaned a little closer, letting my blouse fall open so she could see the swell of my breasts as I took a deep breath. It must have seemed as though I were taking an awful chance. “Do you want to go for a walk with me?”

“Where?” She whispered as her eyes wandered from my face to my neck, to my breasts and then darted with some embarrassment back to my own soft gaze.

“Behind Century Hall, by the rose garden there.” I slid my fingers back and forth over the back of her hand. That was where a lot of couples went during their off time, just to sit and talk and even make out. It was known informally as lover’s lane.

“I don’t, uh…I’m not…I mean…”

“Shhh…it’s okay, Lisa. I thought maybe you were…” I shrugged, leaving the words unsaid. She wasn’t a lesbian, well no surprise there, she probably wasn’t hetero either. Just a neuter waiting for the first person of either sex to mold her. I started getting up. “I’ll see you around, okay?” I said it gently, friendly, and actually took three steps, ignoring the outraged protestations of my confused prick.

“No!” Lisa was getting up too. “No, wait, Rachael…I’m…” She joined me, blushing wonderfully and stuffing her book in her bag. “I’d uh, like to…you know…um, go there. With you, I mean.”

I giggled and kissed her warm cheek in front of about 200 students and she was ready to spontaneously combust. But Lisa braved it out, smiling and letting me take her hand as I led the girl into peril.

“Holy fuck, Rache! How’d you do that?” My cock’s voice was full of awe as we led her towards the enclosed semi-privacy of the university gardens. I ignored it as Lisa and I talked, avoiding the subject of our sexuality at all costs. But it was there just the same, like electricity crackling between our flesh, stealing our breath and putting a wonderful urgency to our steps.

Lisa had never had sex before, of that I was certain as the sunrise. She’d probably never even been kissed, at least not by anyone but a cousin when she was 12 I’d guess. Picking up girls like her, boys like her too for that matter, were as easy as putting on a bra. Once you knew how, there wasn’t much to it. Fortunately for girls like Lisa, pricks like the one between my legs never bothered trying to learn anything.

“We’re gonna do this slow, dick, understand?” I spoke super softly, barely much more than a thought.

“Slow? What the fuck for? She wants it, Rache! You’re a Goddess, holy shit! We’re gonna be unstoppable! They’ll make a movie about us!”

“Shut-up and be patient!” I warned him. “Take our time and an hour from now you’ll be balls deep, I promise!”

“An hour? What? Goddamn, Rache! We might be dead in an hour, you don’t know! Let’s just do the bitch!”

We found a nice spot under a maple tree and we sat down close together. Lisa had been quiet and I’d talked only a little, mostly about innocuous things. Now, sitting there I started talking to her about poetry.

“Do you want to hear part of my favorite poem, Lisa?” I asked her. “It’s by Lord Byron.”

“Lord Byron?” She looked at me. “I think I’ve heard of him.”

I laughed sweetly, thinking this poor girl didn’t stand a chance. I recited from Don Juan, speaking slowly in the lilting uneven meter it required.

"In her first passion woman loves her lover,
In all the others all she loves is love,
Which grows a habit she can ne'er get over,
And fits her loosely- like an easy glove,
As you may find, whene'er you like to prove her:
One man alone at first her heart can move;
She then prefers him in the plural number,
Not finding that the additions much encumber."

By the time I had finished I had my arm around Lisa’s waist, drawing her slightly closer and she didn’t resist. She moved her own hand timidly, touching my bare thigh where my skirt had ridden up with the tip of her index finger, tracing little invisible designs across my flesh.

“Do you know what they said about Lord Byron?” I asked Lisa, putting my face in her soft hair, my breath warm in her ear as she looked down.

“No.” She whispered, and a little shiver went through her as I moved my hand inside the back of her sweatshirt, up her smooth warm back slowly.

“They said he was ‘Mad, Bad, and Dangerous to Know.” I flicked her ear with my tongue and grazed along her spine with my fingernails.

“That…That sounds like someone I might know.” She said softly, turning her head and looking at me with wide eyes.

I kissed her then, just softly on the lips, a sweet innocent kiss, and pulled my face away, looking at her. “Have you ever been in love?” I whispered.

“No.” She stared at me and so I kissed her again, this time letting my tongue brush across her closed lips. I felt her hand on my leg, her fingers pressing into my skin. “Wh-Why are you doing this to me?” She breathed after I broke our kiss.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked her.

“No.” Lisa admitted. Closing her eyes for a long second and then opening them. “I’m not…I’m not a lesbian.”

“You don’t have to be.” I answered. “Open your mouth for me…” And I kissed her again, this time pulling her to my breasts and putting my fingers in her hair as my other hand slid up to her bra, undoing it and letting the straps fall free. She wasn’t a very good kisser, but I let her take her time, exploring my tongue as it ran across hers, inviting her into my own mouth. I moved my hand around her ribs, to her chest, under her loose bra to cup one of her breasts and squeezing it, rubbing the turgid nipple with my thumb until Lisa rewarded me with a soft moan.

I lifted my mouth, as I massaged her breast. “Touch me.” I told her, bringing my hand from her hair to pull her hand to my blouse. Lisa undid the three small buttons that guarded my flesh and then my blouse opened for her. She gazed at my small firm breasts, my dark nipples aching and hard for her. “Touch me, please Lisa.” I told her again and shivered as I felt her hands on my flushed skin, tentative and shy at first, then growing bolder, pressing against me while I did the same to her.

“Fuckin tits!” My cock growled and I suddenly remembered he was there too. “What about me, huh? Goddamn lesbian clusterfuck goin’ on and I’m stuck down here in the dark!” I got a sudden urge to fuck this girl hard in the ass and I shifted slightly, pressing my thighs together painfully on my balls to remind him to shut-up and leave us alone for awhile.

“Kiss me, Lisa…Kiss my breasts for me!” I urgently whispered, pulling her head down so her lips could find my nipples. The girl didn’t resist, but rather bent to my pressure willingly, licking and sucking at first one of my breasts and then the other. It was so beautiful, having this sweet innocent love me this way. Oh how I wished I didn’t have that awful prick! I would have had Lisa’s tongue on my clit already, but I knew I had to keep my strange condition a secret. I was thankful that she was so inexperienced or I might have had to fend her away from my sex.

I pulled her up to kiss her again, her mouth was wet from having suckled my breasts, and I nibbled gently at her lips before pressing my tongue into her sweet mouth. I could give up guys forever, I decided, because there was something with this girl, something so unexpected and rich that was making my heart soar. I didn’t want to hurt her.

“Don’t wimp out on me, Rache! We’re gonna fuck this bitch within an inch of her life, I swear! She’ll never wanna ride another bike again!”

My cock was not happy. He throbbed and spewed pre-cum and jerked in my panties, feeling his own desperate ache, fueled by the pleasure the rest of my body was indulging. I had to do something, now while my female hormones were peaking and his power was at a low, despite his excitement.

“Can I call you sometime, Lisa?” I sat there, breathing hard and feeling my body radiate heat in soft waves. My new friend was in a similar state, her mouth was open, her tongue licking at her lips, swollen from my attentions.

“When?” She asked me, not letting go of me as her arms were around my neck.

“Tonight.” I stared into her eyes, promising with my gaze. “I want to be with you, but I have…class and…” I frowned slightly. It was a weak excuse and I was afraid she’d take it the wrong way, that I was rejecting her somehow.

“Skip your class, Rachael…” She whispered, surprising me and leaning close to press herself against my breasts. “I mean, you could…uh, you could come to my room, if…you wanted.” She had her eyes closed and I knew Lisa had summoned every bit of her courage to make that offer.

“Now that’s what I’m talkin about!” My prick laughed. “She wants it, Rache! That bitch is dying for dinner and she wants salami too, not clam dip, baby!”

I ignored the prick and looked at Lisa, searching her face as I tilted it up towards mine. “I have an ethics class at two and I can’t miss it.” I said softly, thinking of Ann and how I’d promised to meet her.

“I live close, we could have…a couple hours…” Lisa sighed. “Anyway, it was just a…a thought.” I heard the resignation in her voice, the lack of confidence, and I felt my heart swelling.

“Then how can I say no?” I smiled at her as she looked at me, a little smile of her own playing across her lips.

“Really?” She asked and it made me laugh.

“Yeah really! Don’t make me spank you!” I started buttoning my blouse. “Not yet anyway!” I gave her a little grin as we stood up.

“Oh.” Her eyes got wide and I shook my head thinking she was just too precious for her own good.

“Give me your bra.” I told her and she looked at me quizzically, but didn’t say anything as she maneuvered her arms in the big sweatshirt, finally pulling a surprisingly sexy red lace bra down the sleeve of her left arm. I raised my eyebrows at her and tucked it in my purse. She was blushing wonderfully and I put my fingers in the waistband of her pants, pulling them down slightly, just enough to see she had matching red lace panties. “Oh, do you always wear sexy underwear?” I asked.

“I just, uh…I wear them sometimes because I…you know…it feels…” She was digging a little hole with every syllable she uttered.

“Because you were waiting for me, weren’t you, Lisa?” I put my arm around her and we walked slowly. “You’ve been waiting a long time, and guess what.”
We stopped and she looked at me. “Now I’m here.” I kissed her again, standing in that sweet park with students and faculty walking around, heedless of them, uncaring what they might think or say or do. They just didn’t matter.

“Goddamn Rache! Stop kissing the slut for 5 minutes, would ya?” My prick was sulking although I didn’t know why, we were going to Lisa’s dorm room after all, he’d get his shot at her. I didn’t know how I’d explain it, or how Lisa would react, but I couldn’t leave her. I just couldn’t.

We arrived at her room after a short 10 minute walk. It was 12:05 by my watch, so I’d have a good hour I thought with time to clean up and get to my ethics class. An hour sounds like a long time, but I knew that with Lisa it wouldn’t be nearly long enough. Wit everything that had gone on already that day, raping, murder, getting Bambi Roberts pregnant probably, why did I have to fall in love too, with the most unlikely person in the world to boot? What a freakin’ day! And it was only noon!

As anyone can tell you, I’m into BDSM in a big way. I generally enjoy being the submissive in a D/s relationship, particularly with dominant men. Which may explain why my dick was having such a strong influence on me. But I can switch when I want to, assuming the Domme role when it suits me. I’d already decided that Lisa was going to have to be my sub, my sweet little bottom. I hoped she would accept that, because I wouldn’t force her, no matter what the big prick between my legs wanted, I’d decided that too.

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 slid 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. 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 laying 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 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, laying 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 strapon 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 made 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 Andover 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 it’s 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 close 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 an 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 I, 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 shakling 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 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, 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!”

the end
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