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Author's infos Gender: Male Age: 57 Location: Bangkok |
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| Introduction: A spin-off from my Fruits of Others' Loins, when I became entranced by women with cocks... | ||
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MADE FOR THIS – PART 1-3, Finished Part 1 below is a direct copy of Part 8 of my other Story, “Fruits of Others’ Loins”, also published here. That Part of that Story took me in such a different direction that it required its own fantasy continuance. If you have read Part 8, and enjoyed it, then you can skip to Part 2 of this new story…. (If you do not like underage sex, stop reading….and if you don’t like bisexual or transsexual sex, or transgendered people, stop reading….) I was tired after my shower, after my extended session of love-making with Ping, and with her ‘sister’, Lee, but my thoughts turned to my daughter – not coming home, sleeping in her aunt’s house, and it was typical that these days her mother cared not anything to be home for her. For me: I didn’t care, my wife clearly had a boyfriend more important than a husband or daughter, but my daughter couldn’t understand like I could. It exasperated me: how can a mother leave a 2y.o. as wonderful as our Mi? Yes, it angered me also, so, after glancing at the clock and finding it still relatively early at 22.30, I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, locked up and rode my bike around the corner to have another bottle of beer there; I had beer at home, but it was hot there whereas often a breeze blew down the main soi where I went every day. I took my book, knowing perhaps only one of my drinking ‘buddies’ might be there at most; he wasn’t; there was only Tim, the female owner who was actually a man in earlier times, changed by surgery into a woman, although it might have been vice-versa as she had 2 children, and a husband who worked away, but was there every few weeks for 1-3 days…Tim was very ‘butch’ if it is ok to put it that way, but I don’t now remember what gender she was or what she actually is now: a woman to me, and with whom I had an easy, friendly relationship after so many years of being a daily drinker there; I even made a play for her once when I was really down, but she gently rebuffed me, and I never pushed her again: so we were friends, even if we could barely communicate in Thai! Sitting with Tim tonight, with her back to me, was a young girl/woman I thought I knew, but they were busy in conversation. So I went inside for a glass, took my own bottle from the fridge and opened it, added ice to my glass, and then settled down to sit on ‘my’ seat, open my book, light a cigarette and pour my beer. I was contented to do this, and often did after my wife came home and after she and Mi had gone to sleep. I lay my left leg up on the seat, knee bent, and put my right leg up, my foot on the seat: my favourite posture, and looked at the page I was up to reading. “Luong Steve, my name is Lee; can I talk with you for a minute, to help my English please?” I was in the middle of swallowing my first mouthful of beer, but hearing the name ‘Lee’ caused the beer to spurt up from my mouth and my nose, and I spluttered as I reached for a tissue from my pocket. As I tried to say “Sorry”, I was coughing and crying and my nose was running with liquid (beer) – I must have been an awful sight! Through my teary eyes, the girl opposite stood there waiting for my invitation to sit, so I waved her down, noting the short shift-like dress exposing slim upper thighs, and the large breasts pushing it outward. I reached for another tissue and finally dried up the spluttering enough to take another, calming drink, while stubbing the suddenly horrid cigarette out in the ashtray. Tim passed by, gave me a huge grin and laugh, and spoke to Lee so fast I could only catch the one phrase: ‘mai grua’, which means ‘not scared’ – but whether she meant this for me or for Lee I couldn’t tell. Lee leaned her elbows on the table, hands cupping her face, and asked “Are you ok, Steve?” (I noted the ‘Luong’ [Uncle] had been dropped very quickly) as I nodded my head, took a breath and said “Do I know you, Lee? I think I have seen you in the village, but not sure we ever met before….Do you live near here? And may I ask: how old are you? And I guess I should ask also: do you want a drink; a bottle of water or something?” “You may know me Steve, and Tim is a friend of mine, a good friend, so I am here quite a lot sometimes; and yes, I live with my mum and sister just 2 sois up the village there.” She indicated her head and her body behind her; “I am 16y.o. and if you are ok, may I have a glass of your beer?” I looked at her for a few moments, and then realized, but immediately accepted, Lee was in the middle of being a woman and a man: which one was the preferred outcome in her Life I had no idea, but it seemed more likely she was the same ‘Lee’ who had a penis up my bottom not so very long ago, this very evening. I nodded my acceptance, and Tim was somehow right behind her with a glass, smiling, and she sat down on the side between us, giggling that infectious giggle she had, and I caught her say to Lee: “Told you before: Luong Steve is a nice man, but alone. Have a wife not good, but a beautiful daughter.” I took Lee’s glass and poured a beer while Tim was speaking, then she left to serve a customer. “You sure beer is ok for you, Lee?” She toasted her glass against mine, took a small mouthful, and smiled “Sometimes, it is good to drink.” I asked why she needed to talk with me for English; “Yours seems very good.” She batted long eyelashes at me, perhaps even blushed under her dark skin, and quietly answered “That was Tim’s idea, to get me talking with you; I was too shy, but I wanted to talk with you. My English speaking is ok, but I can’t read or write: can you help me Steve?” She leaned one arm across the table to grasp my wrist with a soft hand, and waited for my positive answer “Yes, I can help you, Lee; compared to Thai, which I can’t read or write, and speak only a little, I think English is not so difficult to learn the A, B and C - but the grammar is difficult I know, so writing is harder to learn. We can try, ok.” She beamed a white-toothed smile at me, her hand still grasping my wrist, now a little harder, and asked “When?” “Oh well, after school I guess is ok for me, but I have a daughter often at home, so if you have a mobile – can I have your number in case I need cancel or change an appointment?” Naturally she had one – all youngsters seemed to these days – and she asked for mine to type in: she rang, my phone now had hers, and we were connected. “What about now?” she asked suddenly, putting her phone back in her pocket after we both had added names to the new numbers. I was somewhat perplexed, blustering a little as I said “Isn’t it too late now, don’t you have to be home, Lee?” She shook her head, and waited for my next objection. I didn’t have one come to mind – there should have been many of them, but weren’t - as I was very attracted to her, so I said “Well, we could, but I do also have a wife – not really a wife anymore - and she is out ‘very late’ she told me, but it might not be good for you at my home if she finds you there, studying or not.” “Can we go somewhere else – to study, or ‘not’?” Lee asked, provoking thoughts in my head of whether this was a good idea or not. I offered the idea: “We could go for a drive in my car somewhere if you would like?” Tim was suddenly beside me, refilled my glass and Lee’s and one for herself, and said “Go now, I want to close.” Clearly an arranged signal with Lee to get me moving, so I reached into my pocket for some money and Tim put her hand down, stopping me, but also feeling a very rigid cock in my shorts poking up, and she smiled at me “Not pay tonight, Luong Steve; be nice to Lee.” I nodded ‘thanks’ to her, aware that to argue was not going to change her decision, and acutely embarrassed at what her hand had found; she fondled my hair. Obviously, Tim was a good friend of Lee’s and she had set this up to help Lee. I said to Lee “Wait here 5 minutes, I will take my bike home, and come back with the car.” She asked with a pleading look “Sure?” and I said, with a gentle laugh “If I don’t come back, Tim will never have me here again! I will be back, Miss Lee.” I parked my bike at home, went inside to the toilet, packed some beers and a water into my cooler bag, grabbed the car keys and some money, and drove back to pick up a waiting Lee. Tim spoke to her a moment, smiled and waved us away. ‘What am I doing now?’ I asked myself, this isn’t the normal me, the one who could and should have so easily said “Not tonight, Lee; we will study another day”, finished up my beer and gone home. I am off the rails it seems. It wasn’t her sexuality; living anywhere, but perhaps in Thailand particularly, one both accepts people, and respects their lifestyle choices – or one moves elsewhere. I also knew my own choices were open to alternatives at times when it seemed right. “We can’t really study reading and writing while in the car of course, Lee, so I guess we just talk, ok?” I glanced at her and she smiled ‘fine’. My normal night drive, not done so much anymore with Mi to care for, was generally to the seaside, but that was a round-trip of more than 3 hours: too late I was sure for Lee to get home. “Anywhere you know of close, we can just sit and talk, or find a book to read?” I asked Lee, and she replied after a moment “Yes, I know somewhere, not far from here, ok?” “Ok, you just direct me”, so a short drive, twists and turns later, we pulled into a parking area beside a small lake, couldn’t see any people around, quiet and rather romantic actually. Too dark for reading, so conversation it would have to be. I always carried a straw mat in the car, so I spread that on the grass, got the cooler bag and a packet of crisps I had bought weeks ago, but left in the car, and we settled down, Lee accepting an offered can of beer. We toasted each other, and I began by asking her about school, friends, what she liked to do – standard conversational material, and easily answered by Lee, though a distinct lack of friends seemed evident in her rather sad expression as she answered that question; “I am different to girls, and to boys, and not sure which I am, so people find it hard to fit me in, and I find it hard to fit in; so, no, not really any friends much.” I gave her a soft smile “Well, I don’t either, so maybe we can be friends for each other – though you are very young, and I am very old.” Lee was lying on her side facing me sitting crossed-legged facing her; she reached out her hand and stroked my leg as she said “It would be nice to be friends, Steve, and ‘very old’ are words I don’t understand about you. The only question is: are we friends as boys or as girls?” I thought seriously before replying “Can’t we be both sometimes, Lee?” It seemed only natural that I would then lean over and down and kiss her, and she opened her mouth to receive my tongue against hers, and the kiss became a long one; as did my cock which Lee’s stroking hand on my leg soon moved up my thigh and in my shorts leg to find. Perhaps I had dressed appropriately after all. It also should have been obvious this was the way our relationship of a few hours would progress: some minor teaching/study of English leading to something along sexual lines, or perhaps romantic ones. I wonder if Ping knows we are out together, me and her sister/brother, and only a short time after our love-making, and the threesome finale; and what part did Tim have in this get-together, what did she expect to happen? (The only thing I could surmise about Tim’s own sexuality was when I saw her with another girl, clearly a close friend, and the way Tim was with them showed she, Tim, was the dominant one; whether this meant she played the role of the ‘man’ in her relationships, I couldn’t know. But what did she think Lee would be, with me?) I moved and lay beside Lee, who moved her hand from up my shorts to down my shorts through my elastic waistband, my cock now lying up towards my abdomen. I reached my own hand up under her short dress, found a thong pair of panties, and easily located her cock tucked backwards through her bottom’s cheeks. It was aroused, not so long but slim and smooth, and surprisingly cut as indeed was my own circumcised one; both of us were oozing pre-cum, both of us played with it over the end of each other’s cocks, both of us felt along the length to find the balls in their sac below, mine unable to produce sperm, an unknown about Lee’s physiology. What I wanted was to remove her bra and fondle her breasts, the recollection of them squashed against my back earlier enticing me to hold them in my hands, and in my mouth; I rolled her on to her back, stretched up under her but she knew where I was heading, and unfastened the front clasp, releasing the mounds I sought. Before I climbed up along her body, I raised my head to look around: it was quite dark, a quarter -moon, no nearby streetlights, and we were in front of the car; “Is it ok here, Lee?” She pulled on my cock in a positive response, so I took the chance and removed my shorts, as Lee did the same. My freed cock waved around as I did this, and Lee giggled “It is lost, Steve, give it back home to me!” Instead, I leaned my mouth down and took hers inside; it was fresh, smooth, slim and not so long I couldn’t take it all comfortably, and I did exactly this for a minute, Lee shuddering a little around me, but she pulled me up, and I understood without her words: she wanted to fuck me again, and wanted her cock able to do just that. But she did utter the words “I loved being inside you before Steve; I would like to be again, is that ok for you? If you wanted to fuck me, I would accept, but...” I stopped her mouth with my fingers, “I told you we can be both boy and girl friends, Lee, and if you want to make love to me with your cock, I will make love to your breasts with my mouth and hands.” I straddled her abdomen, reached for my cock’s pre-cum with one hand, and for that of Lee with the other, and smeared my arse-hole with it. Then I held his cock upright, and sat on the head, and slowly down the shaft until I reached the bareness of her shaved groin, and I exhaled and swivelled my buttocks around, squirming on Lee’s shaft, enjoying the sensation of this brand new experience for me – sitting on another cock – until Lee bade me be slow, or it might be over! I sniggered, “You are a young stud, I am sure; if you finish first time fast, that’s ok: I bet you will be longer after that each time.” Now I let Lee take over until we found the rhythm he wanted between me pushing down or relaxing as he thrust up, and my concentration went to the breasts lightly jiggling below me; I wanted them. I slid my hands up along her abdomen, smooth and lean, feeling ribs as I approached my goal; my hands glided up the hillsides until I reached the peak, and found the twin peaks of nipples, hard and erect, and as natural feeling and responding as any ‘full’ female body. I sighed as I lowered my mouth to one, and gently licked from the same base to the summit, and planted my flag – my tongue and lips – around that nipple. Lee jerked under me, her upper body pressed upwards to my mouth and hands, and her lower body pressed her cock upwards into my lower body. I sucked and lightly chewed my first-chosen breast and smoothed my other hand over the other breast and nipple, revelling in the taste and texture and eroticism of it all.... But then I decided this was unfair to Lee: how could she fuck me and feel its intensity, if I was perhaps going to make her cum from what I was doing. I backed off, left my hands lightly stroking her breasts, bent down to kiss her lips and ears and neck, and then I returned to an upright posture and jumped up and down on Lee’s cock! She squawked, and I smiled down at her; “I want to give you my full attention: you first.” And I squirmed on the cock which was doing such a nice job inside me; clearly Lee was not going to blow very fast, but if she did, I didn’t mind – it felt really, really comfortable inside me, and it could stay there as long as it had strength, or renewable energy to continue... Lee’s hands stroked up the sides of my abdomen and back, along all those bones, and she was breathing heavily as she changed those hands into talons and gripped me with nails as she pushed hard into my arse and released her semen (including sperm she had told me) into me for the 3rd time. We had changed position after number 2, as Lee wanted to try and reach higher each time with her cock, to the ‘ends of my body’ she had said, and certainly her cock seemed somewhat bigger, wider and stronger each time she started her amazing love-making again. The mat below us was soaked; obviously I wasn’t going to be able to hold myself back against the immense stimulation she was giving me - but I had so far – but pre-cum continually oozed from me and combined with the copious amounts from Lee overflowing down my arse-crack, into a large pool of slippery, sticky fluid under us. Lee had come the 2nd time when my hands had been on her breasts, soothing, and then harder, nipples twirled and twisted, and she found it to her liking and came then...Her 3rd time was now when we rolled over and she controlled it all for a long time, me on all fours like a bitch dog, and accepting the cock pounding into me, again and again – she was incredibly strong, and could sustain her deep thrusts for longer and longer, until now when she was Cumming. Now I wondered about her 4th time – as I surely wanted, and now I had swivelled her under me, cock joining us still, and I was lying face down on her breasts and surviving by sucking at a nipple, imagining the milk which couldn’t flow from there in reality, and waiting for the cock still in my arse, bottom up, to begin anew, and give me the milk which it could and would again. I was absolutely enthralled by this evening; it was the most incredible fucking I had ever had! (I had one time, perhaps 10 years ago, performed 4 and a half times with my now-wife over a 24-hour period, but never had I been made love to, never had I had a cock make love to me multiple times)....I wanted it to continue. Lee was collapsed under me, but her cock remained upright in me, and I hadn’t really expended direct energy yet, so I pushed down stretching her cock, and then lifted my hips to straighten her again inside me, and also sucked a little harder on her nipples, one by one, side to side, sometimes swallowing as much of a breast into my mouth as I could....it worked after only a short while, and I felt, with a smile, a cock begin twitching and growing inside. Lee moaned “Steve, again – how do you do this to me? You make me excited and I just want to fuck you again! And, oh my, maybe I already think about doing it all again?” “As many times as you want to, my lover Lee; you are giving me the greatest love-making pleasure and I can keep you in there as long as you want!” She laughed softly “What about my sister Ping, didn’t she make love with you very well?” I nipped at her nipple with my teeth, “A nice boy, or a nice girl – whichever one I am with you – doesn’t talk about other lovers; here and now, we are making love, and it is the most beautiful fucking the world is having at this moment in time: you and me. Now, my lover, make it so all over again...” I pushed hard down, driving her cock up higher into my well-used arse-hole, now no longer at all virginal or inexperienced, and now moulded to the size and shape of Lee’s hard-working cock. How lucky I am, I thought, to now have a young, strong buck that can cum and cum.... this insight drove my cock to erupt its meagre juices after all this time of being erect and hard, and it spurted onto Lee’s abdomen and added to our pool of mingled juices. Perhaps this drove Lee up tight into me, as my sudden energy expulsion dropped my hips and buttocks lower on her. Lee outdid herself this time, which became our final time of this night, and her stamina was staggering, considering she was using thigh and other muscles to push up off the mat into me – until she became more domineering and she pulled her cock out! I was suddenly empty, and it felt like I had lost something really important of myself, and I scrabbled for her cock to re-insert it in my needy body. But she slid from under me, biting my nipple hard on her way out of my arms, and she flipped me over on to my back, splashed me in the puddle of ooze on the mat, lifted my legs up and wide, and then she rammed her cock back in, harder and stronger than any previous time, and truly fucked me this time! She took my hands and placed them on her hips and showed me what she wanted: me to pull her at me with added strength (though I had little left) to get her penetrating thrusts deep as ever they could go. Her own hands worked roughly on my cock, and she could even bend her mouth enough to lick and bite it when she wanted, and my cock responded to the treatment and became engorged – with fear perhaps – and she kept it that way with return manipulations when her mind directed her body to some new area of arousal for her, for us, and she plunged her tongue with force into my mouth, grinding our teeth together as she stretched - seemingly trying to reach her own cock stretching upwards from below. Through all of this she crooned to me, a quiet almost lullaby sound, as if to prove she was as gentle and feminine as I knew her to be in her outer self, but this inner self needed release of a kind she now had to have. She ploughed into me like a boring machine, her hands pinching my nipples, her nails scratching at my skin; now her hands back at my cock, sliding and stroking its length, twisting the head to squeeze more drops of pre/post-cum out on to her fingers and putting them up into my mouth. Her cock worked like a piston forever, and then, through the multitude of stimulations my body was enduring – revelling in – I felt the by-now unmistakable swelling of her cock, an expansion of girth and length by just enough for me to know she was going to release again. I pulled harder on her hips, found some strength to jerk my hips upward, and felt her ram my insides with one almighty surge, and just stay there, pulse after pulse of life-giving juices pumping into my body, swelling my groin from the inside it seemed, and my own cock splattered up her abdomen, hit her breasts even -higher and stronger than for many a year I thought. Lee’s spurts took a while, but finally eased until she gave that man-like final forcing of any remaining semen out to remain inside me, and she slowly eased back out, and just as slowly lay herself up along my body, between my splayed legs, bringing with her a film of cum from us both, coating our bodies with it as she slid upwards to my mouth, and so sweetly put hers to mine. Her returned gentleness was so beautiful I began crying, and I wrapped my arms around her and cuddled her tightly to me, her breasts squashed against my chest, our mouths joined, and our cocks lying together, touching between our bellies as if embracing themselves. Lee cradled my head, brushing my hair away at the sides, and whispering quiet words into my ear – “that was something I needed to do Steve” - calming me, and my hands released their tight hold and stroked her back, so smooth from her neck to her buttocks, and I stopped the tears and sniffed. Lee murmured “I am tired now.” I laughed at that comment, and hugged her: given the amount of energy she had used in a few short hours to give me the greatest sex in the Universe this night – perhaps enough energy to have powered the lights in our whole village! – To be only ‘tired’ seemed at least reasonable. I agreed, and she rolled to the side, where we lay holding hands for 5 minutes perhaps. The ‘man’ again it seemed, I roused myself, looked around – nobody I could see – and sneaked to the back of the car, clicked the switch to unlock it and the boot – but with flashing lights as the immobiliser turned access on – and took my bottle of emergency water back to Lee. I offered her first use and poured the water into her cupped hands to slosh over her body, and then she washed me with more water I poured. A final mouthful to rinse our mouths and wash our hands, and I used my t-shirt to dry Lee as best it could before we slipped our clothes over damp bodies. I shook and folded the mat, picked up my cooler bag of remaining unopened beers, looked for anything we might have dropped, and we climbed into the car, and quietly slipped out to the road and headed home. Luckily I remembered the few turns back to familiar areas, as Lee fell asleep within a minute. I had looked at the clock when we got in the car: 02.30; Lee had shrugged her shoulders, murmured “It’s ok Steve, for me, really no problem” and I shrugged the same: my daughter was sleeping with her aunt and grandmother, my wife I didn’t care what she thought – or even if she was home from getting fucked herself. I gently woke Lee before I parked at the corner of her soi; she leaned over for a kiss, a lingering “good night, my lover Steve, see you tomorrow?” I squeezed her breast, returned the kiss and a “Yes, lover Lee” and watched as she plodded up her soi. When I assumed she had reached her house, though I didn’t know where it was, I quietly pulled away and continued down the main soi. Surprisingly, Tim’s shop lights were on, and Tim herself beckoned me to stop, then to park the car at the side of her house, and come for a beer. I hesitated, but I was awake, and a beer had been some hours ago, so ok, even though I felt as if Tim had been waiting for the sight of my car to come home to do this...interrogation? Tim poured beer into a glass over ice for us both, smiled at me knowingly, and sniffed the air; it was unnerving. For Tim and I to have a conversation in Thai it had to be kept simple; she did by asking in English “You fuck Lee Luong Steve?” Luckily I wasn’t swallowing at the time, so I slowly shook my head, took a mouthful of beer as I watched her face register surprise, and a question. I debated not answering, but I was certain Tim was a good friend of Lee’s, had helped set this all up, and therefore had a right to an answer. Besides, I was not a liar by nature, so a genuine question usually elicited a genuine, truthful answer from me. I held up my hand while I took my time and lit a cigarette – the first of those for hours also – exhaling away from Tim before answering her “Lee fucked me, Tim!” As she guffawed that special laugh she has, I leaned close and held up 4 fingers, nodding my head in confirmation, while her laugh abruptly ended and she almost choked on her beer. When she had recovered she asked “Lee ok?” I smiled and said “Lee said she is ‘tired’” and Tim looked at me, questioning without words: “Me? Oh Tim, I am very, very well; I don’t know when I have felt better!” She put her hand over mine, patting it like a mother (even though she was about 15 years younger, smiling “Lee is special, Luong Steve. “I know this, Tim; I won’t hurt her, I say this 100%.” Tim frowned a little “Where is Mi – at grandmother’s house? I saw your wife come home on a motorcycle just a little while ago...you ok?” I had nodded when she asked about Mi’s whereabouts, “Yes, she will sleep there all night. You know, or guess, about my wife Tim; she is not important now, except she is Mi’s mother. In fact, I should stay out all night, just to surprise her maybe, though that sounds stupid – I am tired and need sleep, same as Lee.” I smiled, sadly and then resignedly, and Tim understood what I meant, even if not all the words, and she gripped my hand tightly. “Come with me, Steve” and she pulled me up and steered me into the downstairs bathroom, gave me a towel from outside, a new toothbrush and paste, and said “Shower.” I did, dried myself, brushed and gargled, and turned to find Tim standing there quietly, holding out a pair of shorts for me. My naked body had been exposed for 10 or so minutes – how long had Tim been there? I slipped on the shorts, not bothering anymore to hide my body, gave Tim the towel, and she took my hand again, led me up the stairs and into, I assumed, her own bedroom, where the air-conditioning made my skin break out in goose bumps. We hadn’t exchanged any more words yet, but it was clear she was offering me her bed to sleep in, and I accepted. She began removing her shirt, so I decided I would sleep as I always did: naked, and I removed her shorts, laid them on the end of the bed, and climbed under the duvet, watching Tim undress. She wasn’t shy: she faced me the whole time: her small breasts were open to my eyes as she removed the tight-fitting sports bra she always seemed to favour. She actually let out a ‘whoosh’ as she freed her breasts, and lifted and fondled each one as if she really didn’t like hiding them away under the tight bra all day. Her own shorts came off next, and then a pair of boxers; and that was when I became surprised by her naked body, as she stood there for my inspection. I tried not to show amazement on my face, but couldn’t and didn’t; “Oh Tim, you are beautiful! I never knew...I mean, I always liked you – you know I fancied, wanted you...but I never knew you had a cock! And it is...well, Tim, it is – sorry, it’s a surprise for me, and it is really beautiful too!” Tim smiled, went into the en-suite bathroom she had, and I heard her brushing her teeth, turn on the shower, and then I fell asleep....with an erection! I woke to a hand stroking my body, pausing at my cock – rigid I became aware – and a female/male body pressed up against my back, small breasts into my back, a large cock pressed against my buttocks. Tim whispered “Are you ok, Steve – you feel ok?” She tugged at my cock as it lengthened in her small hand “Oh, you feel quite ok, Luong Steve.” There was nothing I could do; groggy, worn out at this hour, amazed by Tim’s exposure of her real body to me, and doubly amazed by the size of her cock! I didn’t, couldn’t answer, so I became the female side of me that I had been earlier tonight, and I wriggled my bottom at Tim’s prick. She whispered, putting her finger to my arse-crack, “I had to know what Lee had of you, to be able to fuck you 4 times; do you mind?” I turned to face her, awakened fully by a need to say “But Tim, Lee’s cock is not so big, slim and a perfect length for me; and for my real first time with a cock, she was perfect! Your cock, well, Tim, it seems really big, much thicker than Lee’s...maybe you can’t fit in my skinny body.” Tim laughed quietly, reached across my hip, and inserted her finger, coated with lube I could tell, into my arse, closely followed by a withdrawal and an insertion of 3 fingers, probing, swirling around, back and forth: “You can take me Steve: trust me, I won’t hurt you, just one time...maybe.” I fondled her breasts, and slid down until I could swallow them, one by one, into my mouth, and let my tongue work against her nipples, raising them into strong erections as my pole of a cock poked at Tim’s abdomen, sliming her with newly-oozing pre-cum. and her fingers pushed in and out and around, until she found me wide open and waiting. Her cock had been flapping at my back and buttocks, and now she rolled me over to my front, pulled my hips up with no effort: “Oh you are too light and skinny, Steve!” and she put her lubricated cock’s head against my arse-hole; and pushed. Oh, she was big; compared to Lee, Tim was an elephant, and an elephant is stubborn when there is something it wants: so was Tim’s cock, relentless, big and determined: it won, and entered my rectum with a whelp from me, and a satisfied sigh from Tim, as she continued the whole way in one gentle, but unstoppable, thrust to the end. Tim had said earlier: “...just one time...maybe.” I changed positions 3 times, as best I can recall, and she pounded me each time with that jackhammer of a cock, and I was helpless to deny her. Nor did I try of course; it was a totally different sex to the first 3 times of Lee’s, but closer to her dominating 4th and final time, and it seemed this was Tim’s normal way of sex: Tim was in control, and I succumbed totally. She hadn’t come yet, so I accepted that, technically, she was still in the process of ‘just one time’, but her cock remained firm and hard and big and long and wide – and it remained in me, wherever we turned. She loved lying along my back, it seemed, covering me like a lot of male animals, and I was in the role of bitch again; I didn’t mind, actually found it quite emotionally comfortable, and there was no doubt her cock could fit in me, and she knew how to use it. I hoped I wouldn’t now be too enlarged for Lee’s cock, which I was sure I would experience again, but meanwhile Tim’s was certainly a stimulating size within my body, and no, she wasn’t hurting me. One time she had flipped me over, so we were facing as she resumed pounding; as my body was pushed up on the bed by her cock’s lunges, and then relaxed, I tentatively reached for her dangling, small tits. I was rewarded by a surge from her cock, deep into me, and I grew emboldened enough to stretch my neck up and take her breast into my mouth. She moaned softly, so I nibbled a nipple, and she sat almost upright, making her cock work at a difficult angle, and she grasped my own cock, and roughly worked her hands up and down the slippery shaft; I bit her nipple a little more, used my tongue to slide around her breast while holding that nipple in my teeth, and she crushed (almost) my cock in her hands. I took a gamble, swapped breasts and placed my mouth as it had been, and held her hips in my hands, nails digging into her and pulling her hard against my groin, so she was at maximum depth; she moaned loudly for the first time, and I relaxed my hands, only to reach for my own cock and slide its wetness up her body almost on top of me, using the friction as added stimulant, and my cock pulsed its pre-cum. She sat up, straighter again, continuing her motions on top of me, but she grabbed my prick and began jerking me off; when I moaned in readiness, she slipped out of me, down a little and sucked me right off into her mouth, swallowing the small amount of semen I could produce. She licked me clean, threw me over, and mounted me from the rear again, dominating me again. She continued to ram her cock into my arse, scraping her rough hands up and down my back, pulling at my hips to squash our groins together, and this time I felt her change somewhat. Her cock, which must have been 18-20cms when I first saw it engorged, appeared to be lengthening in me on each thrust, and she pulled it further out at times, to then slide its length back along my channel. Now she was reaching new depths, and it hurt a little as she hit some barrier each time now – what is up there, I pondered, my prostate perhaps, my bowels of course – and the head of her cock seemed to have increased in girth and she prodded it against the walls of my hole on her thrusts. I groaned a little, and Tim murmured “Just a little more, Steve, I am almost ready” and she pulled back her full length, waited a few moments, and then buried herself to the hilt as hard as she ever had; I squeaked in some pain, and she soothed me. She stayed in there this time, and began pulsing; I could feel it begin from her balls squashed against my buttocks and travel along her entire length, before it jetted inside me; I felt the entire wonderful process, as if in slow motion each pulse, and there were quite a few of them: this must be how a woman feels when being made love to – if it is done well, and a cock used for its twin purposes of procreation, and pleasure for both. I was certainly sure I was being made love to in this manner, and the pleasure was immense. I felt transformed, as if my arse had become a cunt and now I found I was capable of squeezing my buttock muscles as a cunt could, trapping Tim’s cock and helping milk out her juices each time she pulsed and released. She groaned as if I was doing something good for her, and she pushed hard against my body, if that was possible, and squirmed her cock around and in, trying to reach my soul. She almost screamed it seemed when her final pulses grew somewhat weaker, and her cock tellingly began to feel less intrusive in me, and she moaned in frustration, clearly wanting to last even longer. I let my chest fall to the bed, reached behind me and gently stroked her body wherever I could reach, and my mouth emitted soothing sounds of comfort. She slowly pulled her remaining length out, a ‘plop’ sound when she exited and her overflowing juices trickled down my crack in quantity. Tim fell on to the bed at my side, and I just let my hips and legs collapse down, gently, as I felt a deal sore now. She looked across at me, roughed my cheek with her hand and smiled “That was the ‘maybe’ part of ‘just one time’, Steve; I will be better, next time, now that I know your body can take me all. Lee phoned me earlier and said it was the most wonderful experience being with you; now I can agree: your body is made for this, Steve, and I am made to use it – well, share it with Lee too. Possibly even with one or two of my friends also - when I don’t need you, of course. Now sleep, my girl.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek, the only kiss we had exchanged, and I went to sleep with the thought that I was Tim’s ‘girl’, and I guess Lee’s ‘girl’ also. (End of Part 1....The story of me, Lee & Tim, plus others continues in Part 2....) MADE FOR THIS – PART 2 My introduction as the receptacle for cocks in my arse had so aroused my inner feelings I felt as if I could be both a man and a woman; it so happened that the first users were both in the process of change, but both had very working cocks they enjoyed inside me, as did I....and Tim had told me my body was made for a cock inside.... (If you do not like underage sex, stop reading….and if you don’t like bisexual or transsexual sex, or transgendered people, stop reading….) Tim woke me with a hand wrapped around my cock; “It might be time to go home, Luong Steve; some people have asked why is your car parked outside my house?” She laughed, “I told them you got a bit drunk and left it here, ok?” “What time is it Tim?” “2.00p.m. you have had a long sleep, and seem in good shape again” as she tugged my cock into an erection, before leaving the towel and toothbrush from the night before on the end of the bed. I went into her bathroom, showered, brushed, and realised I had no idea where my own shorts were, so I put the pair Tim had loaned me on, folded the duvet at least, and pulled the sheet straight on the bed, smelling the exertion of 2 bodies earlier that morning, and went looking for my shirt. Tim met me at the bottom, handed me my shirt, but kept my shorts; “Wear mine, I will wash these – they smell of sex!” I blushed as she gave me my money and car remote, so I put my t-shirt on at the foot of the steps, smiled at Tim and went out and sat at a table with a can of beer, a cigarette and me recollections of the momentous previous night and early morning: Ping, but Lee and Tim considerably more so. I finished, paid Tim, smiled again as she said “See you tonight Luong Steve”, and I drove home. Parked, and inside my house 2 minutes later, I checked my mobile, which I had left in the car; a message from my wife at 01.00 that morning “Where are you, you ok?” I ignored that. Other message was from Lee at 09.00 that morning “I feel beautiful, my lover Steve, when can we meet again? Why is your car at Tim’s house?” Before answering that I messaged my sister-in-law and asked about Mi, and waited for her fast response “She is fine, asleep now; can she stay here until after dinner tonight, please?” I answered “Don’t know what time her mother will come home, but ok with me; I need sleep also. Call me if Mi needs her Dad.” I copied that exchange to my wife, so she knew where her daughter was. Mi’s aunt answered again “Thanks, yes I will call if need her Dad, or if I need her Dad, haha!” I smiled ruefully, knowing recently that I had chosen the wrong sister to ask marry me all those years ago. My wife’s response: “Late, home after dinner.” I could have guessed. Now I answered Lee “I fell asleep over a last beer at Tim’s and she let me stay there. Now I am at home, still sleepy, but another cafe will help that; would you like one –welcome to join me.” I didn’t lie to her – nor did I tell her much, but left Tim to tell her more if she wanted. A cafe did help, and a beer after that also; and then Lee arrived at my gate on a motorcycle, politely called “I am here for my English, Luong Steve” and I smiled as I motioned her in. But she continued talking as she came into the courtyard, motorcycle still running “But I can’t today, sorry; I just saw Tim and she asked me to help her get dinner ready; she invited me and some other friends. She said you will be there anyway, but maybe won’t eat as you are shy. Will you be there, Steve?” “I am there every day Lee, so Tim is right.” She sighed in relief “Good, so see you then tonight, ok?” I nodded and she left on her motorcycle, with a wave and glorious smile back at me. I went inside to lie down on my mattress, and fell asleep for 3 more hours. Rested, shaved, showered, new shorts and shirt on later, I rode my bike to Tim’s, parked, got my cigarettes, glass cooler- holder, and my book from my basket, and sat at my usual seat once again after getting my glass, ice and bottle of beer. Saturday was my best day for being there alone, my wife should always have been home giving Mi her undivided attention, so I always went out; if Dad was home, Mi knew it was Dad who would do everything with and for her: Mum only busy watching TV series. Today I was alone, and opened my book. Only then did I glance across at Tim and her friends, sitting at the other table, but didn’t see Lee; Tim looked and beamed at me, and her 3 friends did the same, causing a severe blush to my face, and a bout of severe nervousness to overcome me. I smiled shyly back, nodded and made a respectful wai and words of greeting; they responded likewise, and 2 of them asked me in English to come over and join them. I hurriedly pulled a cigarette from my pack and held it up, saying I sat here to keep smoke away from Tim and food and other people....”maybe later” and they accepted my answer, and returned to their group talk and laughter. I used the time to study them a little; 2 more mature, though not old, and 1 younger, and all of whom I thought I had seen here before at times. They weren’t stunning, or ugly, but all had short hair, as did Tim, and oddly for a group of women I thought: none seemed to have any make-up neither did I ever see Tim with any. From a distance of 3m they all seemed to have smooth, dark skin, and all were similarly dressed in shorts and loose tops over stout rather than fat bodies; the younger had prominent breasts, but the others seemed to minimise theirs, again like Tim. They seemed pleasant, friendly, and all were equally loud in enjoying a good time. Later came when I got up to replenish my ice, and Tim and one friend called me over; Tim always sat at the head of the table, where she could get up and down to serve customers easily, so I perched to her right, on the end of the bench seat there, next to one of the older friends, Jane her nickname. I toasted with them all, felt Jane’s arm go up along the bench seat behind my back and just lie there: somewhat feeling as if I had been ‘claimed’ in a sense, though she hadn’t touched me in any way. She spoke English passably, as did the second of the older ones, nicknamed Peta, but the youngest, Oh, shook her head when I asked if she also could; Tim leaned to me and said Oh and she were the same: Thai language only, and Tim rested her hand on my left thigh, perhaps disputing the claim I felt had been staked by Jane. Just then, Lee rode down to us; she looked sad, and she first said to me “Oh, Luong Steve, I am sorry, but an Uncle died, and the family is going away for 3-5 days until the funeral. I will miss you and our lessons, sorry.” “I will miss you also, nong Lee; I am sorry about your Uncle.” Lee then spoke to Tim in Thai for a few minutes, and when she replied, I picked up Tim saying “My friends and I will take care of him Lee; don’t worry.” She squeezed my leg with her strong hand, and now I did feel Jane’s arm across my shoulders and her hand lightly grazing my neck. Lee looked a little mystified, and I hope she saw the same on my face, but she said she had to go, “See you when I am home, Luong Steve” and she turned and rode home. I took the opportunity to excuse myself, showing my empty glass as my reason, and lighting a cigarette back at my table with a refilled glass, while I took a deep breath. My cigarette ended as did my bottle; I rose to put more ice in, took a new bottle from the fridge, opened it and set it on the table. Before sitting down, I always took this interruption time to go to the bathroom, so I went through Tim’s major cooking kitchen into the bathroom/toilet – the same bathroom I had used to shower in last night before Tim took me up to bed. I was about to enter, when a hand pushed me in the back, forwards into the bathroom, and Peta closed – and locked - the door behind her/us. “Sorry” she said “I need to go very fast! You can go too it’s ok.” What choice did I have, so I nodded ok, and prepared to look away from her sitting on the toilet while I stood at the urinal. A laugh from her made me involuntarily look, just as she lowered her shorts and a pair of briefs, and held a sizeable cock down to fit between her legs to urinate! She was looking at me, looking at my cock as I held it out to piss, and she smiled “That bitch Jane thinks she’s got you, but I am first to see your cock, and I see you have seen mine, so we have a head-start, Steve.” I was red-faced with acute embarrassment, and couldn’t speak; Peta laughed gently again, finished herself with a tissue wipe of her cock and stood up in my full view: yes, it was sizeable! I jiggled my penis dry of drops, and we both washed our hands; shaking them together and smiling, and she leaned to me very fast, spun me around and pushed her groin at my arse, her cock enough of a size for me to feel it easily; “Oh we will fit very well, I am sure Steve!” Peta unlocked the door and left, while I remained rooted there for a minute, then stumbled into my thongs outside the door, and tried to sneak back to my seat, pick up my book and bury my head behind its pages, too afraid to look at the other table, and equally afraid of the reason for a new, sudden burst of laughter. I concentrated on my second bottle of beer, glancing up at the wrong times sometimes and immediately blushing when I found one/both/all of them looking at me. Here I was, a 57y.o. intimidated and cowed by a friendly group of younger women! I was somewhat less so when Oh came over to my table with a plate of food, said “Tim wants you to eat, be healthy” and I nodded my thanks and called the same to Tim. Oh smiled gently at me, said “Don’t be scared, we are all friends” and she returned to her own table. I exhaled and tried to think of it that way, so I lifted my glass and toasted all the women and actually smiled openly back at them, with an added nod to Oh. Tim’s food was always delicious; in fact, she cooked most of my food, which I then ate at home with my own rice, and perhaps once a week I brought Mi here to eat. She had sent over a plate of rice and pork, and I spooned half of it into my empty stomach, complimented Tim when she came close to me to serve a customer, but told her I was ‘fill’ and ‘don’t want to get fat’; she guffawed that laugh of hers, and responded only to my ears “You will just need extra exercise then, Luong Steve; I can help you there, and my friends will also assist if you need.” I blushed anew as she turned to the customer, and I ate a little more to busy myself head down. I also sent a message to my wife to get Demi from her sister’s whenever she came home. She replied “OK”, so I sent my sister-in-law a message telling her. When my 2nd bottle was nearly empty, I pulled out enough money to pay Tim, and waited until she had to pass near me. 2 bottles, if reading my book and watching Life as it passed up and down, almost equated to 2 hours normally, and I generally then went home to check on my daughter, or perhaps even to heat and eat dinner, watch sport mostly on TV, or just play with Mi. Tonight, I had passed responsibility for Mi to my wife, hoping to make her get home at a reasonable time for Mi, and I had just eaten dinner, so no pressing need to go home at all really. When Tim came by and I offered her the money for 2 bottles, she said “You can’t go yet, Luong Steve, it is still early! Is Mi ok with someone?” I nodded yes, and found I didn’t want to leave, so I put my money away and Tim beamed a smile, “Come over here and join us, you are a friend also, Steve; have another beer with better friends than the men you normally sit with!” I had to laugh at that; Tim knew most of them were boring conversationalists, and she and I shared the same opinion, and we shared the view that only one, the “Professor’, was worth truly talking with, or just being with without talking. I re-introduced myself to Tim’s group by carrying over a shovelful of ice, and offered it around all their glasses of beer (Tim often drank beer or whisky; tonight seemed to be a beer night); they all smiled and when I had completed my task, put some blocks into my own, and taken another bottle for myself, Jane again moved 2-3cms and patted the seat beside her. I sat for perhaps 10 seconds, but then felt a full bladder, and excused myself to the toilet. At the doorway to the kitchen, I turned to make sure everyone was still seated; Peta was watching me, but I wagged a finger at her, she laughed, and I ran into the toilet, locking the door quickly. Emptied of some of my beer yet again, I washed my hands, vaguely checked my pony-tailed hair, and opened the door. Jane was indeed there, but she didn’t force me inside; she only grabbed my butt cheeks as I passed her sideways, held them roughly in her hands for 5 seconds or more, and then patted me as she let me go. Tim’s toilet had never presented such episodes before tonight! I went back to the seat, and, naturally, Peta patted the space beside her; I demurred with a nice smile, and headed off to have a cigarette at my other table, waiting for Jane’s return – not because I had any preference of seating, but I thought sitting in the middle of them could be problematic, not least for my rising cock in my – underpants tonight – shorts. After Jane returned, and after my cigarette was stubbed out in the ashtray, I went back; Jane immediately pulled me on to the bench seat, and also immediately put her arm up around the top of the seat, but really on my shoulders; equally immediately, Tim returning from a customer, sat down and placed her hand back on my thigh. The difference was: my cock was lying down the left pants leg, and Tim had it under her fingers, and as she talked in the conversation, she often leaned forward to the table, and her hand slid down and then up my thigh and cock, keeping it constantly erect, throbbing under her fingers when she kept her hand still, But I wasn’t scared anymore, nor embarrassed; 3 beers, more than that, couldn’t make me drunk (I drank all day, every day, but never to the point of drunkenness) and I would stop if I felt the slightest indication I was heading that way. No, I wasn’t scared now. No, I now accepted I was included in this special grouping; there was a reason, but I didn’t dwell on it: whatever it was would be revealed, and no amount of worry seemed capable of changing that which would be. But I was in danger of having to stand up – to get ice, go to the toilet, a cigarette –and revealing my state to the other women, not to mention Tim’s daughter and her friend who had returned from dinner and stood behind Tim; I crouched forward, trying to hide my groin, but a sharp squeeze of my cock in Tim’s fingers caused me to sit upright again instantly. Her daughter, Meu, I knew well from years coming here, but a 21y.o. University student and I had little in common other than sociability, but now she stood to the right of her mother and she placed a friendly hand on my shoulder – something she would/should never do to anyone not in a ‘special relationship’ with her mother. She was showing me acceptance, and I risked a turn of my head to find her smiling down at me, even as she offered me a wai and a formal greeting. I responded in kind, hoping her lowered head was not looking at her mother’s hand, or what was under that hand. I smiled, she smiled, and then she and her friend went off to the computer over in the far corner. Tim patted my leg, or my cock: they were both still there together. We drank on another hour or more; Oh was decidedly ‘tipsy’ and remained quiet and not drinking; Tim was her usual garrulous self, loud and laughing; Jane and Peta seemed in competition over every topic – even though I didn’t understand every topic discussed. I did hear my name mentioned at times, but I chose to try and not hear in what context it might have been said. Jane at times rubbed my neck, my shoulder, or just my back when her hand lolled down over me. I had to go to the toilet for increasing visits – normal for me – but I was extra careful I went alone: until Peta outsmarted me one time; she had gone a few minutes before, and then I saw her come the other way back, through Tim’s downstairs, and she was standing over Meu’s shoulders, so I rose and went to the toilet. Peta was there pushing at the door before I closed it, and she locked it behind us both yet again. I needed to release, and she pushed me to do so. I stood letting the urine out, facing away from her, but when I had finished, put my difficult cock away in my shorts, and turned, Peta placed her strong hands on my shoulders and forced me down to my knees. “That Jane is just too much of a bitch! Suck me Steve, I want you first.” She thrust her rigid cock at my mouth and forced my lips open to accept it, and then used her hands to hold my head where it was. After the shock, realizing she was stronger than me, I felt ‘changed’ again, and I submitted to her domination, as I had with Lee and with Tim. In truth, after one minute, I didn’t need her hands holding my head hostage: I was gladly sucking on her cock. It was very smooth, but it was of a girth I had never known, not even Tim’s, but (thankfully) it was shorter than Tim’s, so I could get it all into my mouth, with swollen cheeks, but no gagging from it pushing down my throat. It was also cut, as had Lee’s and Tim’s, and it seemed all such ladies preferred their cocks circumcised; indeed I preferred circumcised on the cocks I was to suck. Once I knew I could take her all into my mouth, my hands went behind her, and I pulled her into me hard. She quietly laughed “You like that Steve? Is my cock nice?” I nodded after each question, and used my tongue to lap at her cock’s slit, until I had to release to swallow her pumping cum: wow, she was fast! But she had copious amounts of juices, and I had no thoughts as I swallowed and sucked as well as I could, wanting her to appreciate me, and to enjoy me. I swallowed it all, until she pulled my head back, and I licked the head of her cock very tenderly – knowing myself how tender an emptied cock can become – and tongued up and down the shaft, cleaning it. She pulled me up, kissed me deeply with open mouth and tongue forcing itself into mine: dominating me even with a kiss. She pulled up her shorts – no panties now? – Opened the door “I will tell Jane: your mouth is very, very good; and now you know my cock is also very, very good, right?” I nodded and smiled: “Yes! It was wonderful, and my pleasure to serve to you, my Lady Peta.” She smiled and laughed, and left. I rinsed my mouth; how many minutes had we been away, I wondered, sure the others would know something must have happened if we were both absent. I had the after-taste of Peta’s cum in my mouth; it was quite sweet as an after-taste, as opposed to somewhat bitter when actually sucking cum past taste buds. I shook my head as my cock responded to my thoughts, and I pushed it down as I had arranged earlier after stuffing it back: trying to keep it in the strongest, middle section of my underpants and shorts. I washed my hands and headed out, ready to face whatever the women might/would have waiting for me. They were engrossed in a conversation, so I reached/sneaked my glass and bottle, and went to my ‘smoking’ table, leaving the 4 women conversing – well, 3 actually, as Oh was pretty well spent, and had her arms on the table and her head on her arms. How to do this? “Tim, ladies, I probably should go home and let you talk; hope to see you again soon! Can I pay you tomorrow Tim – not interrupt now?” Normally, I would have called Meu over to give her the money – she was lazy and didn’t help her mum very much, so I made it a point to ask her to at least take my money and give her Mum a break. But Meu had gone from the computer, so perhaps to shower or bed. Tim rushed over to me, grabbed my arm in her workman’s like strong hands, and dragged me up and over to the other table. There were no other customers, it was quite late, and quiet in the soi; perhaps this explained why Tim felt it was ok to sit herself down, and pull me down to sit on her lap, wrapping her arms around my waist! Jane and Peta looked at me with smiling, somewhat flushed faces, and both said “No, Steve, stay here; we will have fun!” Did I resist, try and break Tim’s hold of me? No, I didn’t; I relaxed on Tim, even lay back against her, and felt her arms also relax around me, and we both knew we both now understood: She was the Boss: I was her Bitch, and the Bitch to all them. I bent my head, submitting. Tim lifted my head, “No, Steve, it isn’t like that; we all genuinely like you, and want to love you, and love with you. Understand?” I nodded my head, cradled in her hands as it was, and smiled at Jane and Peta opposite. Peta said “Oh Jane, I forgot to tell you: Steve’s mouth is very, very good, so I am one ‘cum’ ahead of you already! Hahaha...and he swallowed me all!” She laughed as Jane looked at me, looked at Tim, and reached over to grab my closest arm. She pulled me to her, and then pushed me down under the large table in front of us all; it was quite dirty in the soi, but I had little choice other than to kneel there, as I looked up and saw Jane move forward on the seat, unzip her shorts, and pull out her cock, already hard, and she shoved it forward with no mistaking what she wanted from me. I put my mouth to work – with a smile on my lips: this I could now do without any fear, but with a great deal of willingness and even anticipation. I closed my lips around the head of another cut cock, and gave her, what she a while later said, was “the greatest blow ever!” She and Peta had different cocks: though Jane was longer and did hit the back of my mouth, she was slim compared to Peta’s very large girth on a shorter, stumpy shaft; didn’t matter: I was learning all the time, and studied very well! And loved my studies! I could take any cock now I thought arrogantly.... Jane pushed herself forward, but I didn’t need her to – I had already placed my hands around her hips and buttocks and pulled her into me, my mouth slurping around her cock’s head, and then swallowing her down through pursed lips (I had discovered this gave greater feeling to the cock – and my mouth!) She moaned above me, and I cringed at what a customer would find if he/she came too close; but I couldn’t stop myself now: I didn’t need imprisoning or bondage to want to do this more, and I knew I had done a good job when Peta must have seen Jane – tensing perhaps – and laughed “I lasted longer than you!” Then Jane pulsed once, and blew her load into my mouth...1,2,3...Peta was right: Jane came even faster, but I swallowed it all until she groaned and pulled back, and then I cleaned her head and shaft as I had with Peta. I was now on a mission, and I moved across in front of the comatose-seeming Oh; she had a short, lightweight dress on, and I only had to reach a short way to find she did, indeed, have a cock the same as the other girls, plus she didn’t even have any panties on! My task became easier as I moved my mouth up her thighs, licking and kissing, and she opened them wider.... I could hear Peta say to Jane “He is going to do Oh! I bet you he can’t get her to cum!” Oh’s cock was truly soft, but it was lying down in her crotch, and I grasped it easily and gently in my teeth and tugged, just a little; it stretched and also hardened, just a fraction – and that was all I needed to be able to get my lips fully around the (cut) head and go to work: my tongue at her slit, my lips on her cock’s head after that, and my mouth open and wide to swallow all she was currently offering. (I confess I cheated a little: my hands were stroking up the back of her legs, to her thighs, to her bare buttocks, and when she thrust herself up and down, this not only pushed her cock well into my mouth, but she sat down on my hands under her ball sac and her arse crack.) I was in heaven as I gently moved my fingers where they could reach, and was rewarded with a swelling cock in my mouth. For a smaller stature girl, her cock was growing into a nice size, and as I swallowed it, I was surprised it continued growing, in both girth and length! My mouth began to stretch to allow her further entry, and, of the 3 of them, only Oh was proving a direct challenge to my abilities, but I worked hard to keep her all in me, and I tried to stimulate her balls so, perhaps, she would come and complete my conquests of the 3 who maybe doubted me. But Oh had a cock approaching Tim’s size, I estimated – and I knew I could never take Tim’s cock all the way down my throat, so I changed strategy: I undid my shorts and slipped them and my underpants down; gave Oh’s cock a long, slurp and suck, and quickly grasped it as I turned my arse around, and jammed her cock head into my crack, the slipperiness aiding her sliding into me, and then I went to work by another method: I thrust back and up at her, and she had no choice but to bury herself inside me. She did this with a noisy moan, and I thrust again to get another moan; and now she was hard, very hard and very big and very long – but I wouldn’t tell Tim Oh felt bigger than even her, as Tim had said I needed wait for her ‘next time’- but Oh was easily bigger everywhere than Peta and Jane. I was the moaner now, as Oh may have woken, but I couldn’t know that as hidden as I was under the table. But she certainly began her own positive actions in my arse with that magnificent cock, and I aided her by pushing back against her, and felt her length with a moan; she seemed to emit a chuckle out above me (as if this cock was a secret I had now discovered) and she hit my inner walls of ‘something’ on her next thrust. But I was determined, and I held myself however long and wide she wanted to become, and perhaps 5 or 50 minutes later, her wonderful cock erupted, and I soaked up her fluids even as she reached my stomach or somewhere: I resisted so she had a barrier to hit, and she hit it again and again, 4 times I counted before her semen – and it must have had sperm, it was so strong – tried to impregnate me with a final thrust and a final cry from her, and a final cry from me. One other thing about Oh: she deflated as quickly as I had made her rise, and seemed asleep. “He did it! I have never known Oh to cum before, with anybody, by mouth or arse!” The amazed voice was Peta’s, and then Jane echoed her words “I knew he was going to be special; oh Tim, what a find you have made!” Tim giggled and reached under the table a long way to scratch and stroke my neck: much the same as an owner might do to a dog, I thought; I growled, and twisted my head to grab her fingers in my teeth; but I didn’t bite – I just held them gently while my tongue licked them; she cooed her acceptance of my adoration, and pulled me gently out. Playing the bitch dog for a few moments more, I snuffled my nose into Tim’s crotch – but of course, her big cock was tucked under her, and I pushed for it, but she squirmed away, “I told you, Steve: next time you would get a ‘better’ me. Wait for it, Steve. Now just pleasure this for me...” she pushed my head around, pulled my hips around also, and then pushed me forward until I bumped into a bald cunt! I tried to back away but now hands held my head, and others my buttocks, and I was pushed back until my mouth hit that same cunt, and I again knew what my ‘Boss’ needed me to do: I licked it with a long tongue, top to the bottom of it I could reach, given it was sitting on a plastic chair on the far side of the table from Jane, Peta and Oh. There was a moan above, and the body slid a little further down in the chair towards me; I licked again, this time jutting my tongue into the folds of the cunt and listening intently for any voiced noises above me; they came. Oh my god! The size of the legs surrounding me confirmed my recognition of the whiny, nasal voice of Meu, Tim’s daughter, and I tried to back off, but the hands on my arse held me there, and Tim whispered “She needs this, Luong Steve – please, for me?” “What do I do, Tim: how far do you want me to go?” “Fuck her arse, my lover; fuck her arse – it is what she wants, I promise!” “No, no, Tim, I can’t do that to Meu here, at a table! How do you think she would feel? Please, let me take her upstairs or somewhere inside; I will do what you ask if Meu wants me to: I promise this to you.” I couldn’t resist Tim’s request, but I needed her to accept my request, and she did, so I went to work with an abandon on Meu’s cunt, until she was moaning out so loud her mother said “Meu, take him up to my bedroom, and let him finish – but stop that screeching here!” Meu went first, and I clambered into my shorts, underpants forgotten somewhere down there, and then I whacked my head as I climbed out from under the table beside Tim. “Tim where is my toothbrush and towel, please – I should clean up to make this ‘special’ for Meu?” Tim cupped my chin, gave me her first kiss on my lips, and said “In my bathroom, Steve; I knew you would need them tonight.” I climbed the stairs and entered Tim’s bedroom; Meu seemed to be asleep under the duvet, but her bare arms and torso showed she had readied herself...for what? I went in and showered, cleaned my teeth, and found some Listerine to gargle. I opened the door quietly and peered at Meu; she was flat on her back, lit by the night-stand lamp, and her enormous breasts were bare above the duvet; I couldn’t wait to try and fit them in my mouth, but knew from past staring at them: I could never hold one of them, they were so big! But, I vowed to try, as I turned off the bathroom light and shivered my way into the bed, under the duvet, and quickly found Meu rolled on top of me – heavy – and I also found my cock had risen, probably from the sight of her breasts. Her mother had said what her daughter wanted, and so I now felt, with some difficulty, down between our bodies for her cunt, hoping to find some lubrication for my fingers. There was a copious amount flowing from her cunt lips, and I didn’t want to waste it, so I managed to push Meu back on to her back, and quickly wriggled down to plant my mouth over her cunt and suck! She climaxed, and the amount of her juice rivalled that of a girl I had known shortly before; I lapped it up, but I also soaked my fingers in her cunt, and used them to coat her arse and her crack, and that is when Meu began her loud moaning, a noise which never stopped. I wanted to fuck her, no question, and I wanted to feast on her breasts also, but I firstly did what I was told she truly wanted: I opened her legs wide and up and slowly, very slowly, slid my engorged cock into her arse, trying to absorb the long screeching noise she wailed as I did my best to be gentle as I kept pushing in, getting her ready for her mother’s instructions: “Fuck her arse, my lover.” I did: I was ‘made for this’ Tim had told me. I thought she meant, and I was happy to accept, my body was made to be fucked. Perhaps she also meant: I was made to follow orders, and fuck or be fucked as requested/ordered. Meu wanted to be fucked in her arse: I complied as instructed. I was atop her, and as my cock slipped inside her, my mouth came closer to her breasts, until I could finally put my tongue to its job of licking and salivating around those mounds of her. I never stopped probing into her with my cock, but with my mouth somewhat diverted, this could only prolong my cock’s rigidity: and this would be good for Meu. I lengthened at the thought and hit her walls as I expanded in girth and she screeched again; it wasn’t in pain as Meu reached her hands down to my hips and scratched at me as she tried to pull at me, to pull me in, so I concentrated on stroking out and in, increasing my speed and depth slowly but inexorably, and her second orgasm from my body’s ministrations soaked my thighs, and her mother’s bed. I thrust hard inside, and she kept pouring out juices; god, what a girl! I took a nipple and pulled it into my mouth, nibbling with soft teeth all over it; she continued to pour, and I now pounded her arse with abandon, deviating from hard to soft entries and exits, but never stopping: I did seem made for this, perhaps my age allowed me to now keep going and going – who knows – but I did. And Meu kept coming with her constant wailing as background music, until I climbed the mountainous breasts to sink my mouth over hers, and my tongue stifled the noise into whimpers and finally she wrapped her arms around me in a bear hug and she lifted her hips to meet my thrusts, and she murmured “fuck me, Luong Steve.” Now I had her wishes, and what she wanted. I fucked her remorselessly: in her arse until she came; and then I took her cunt and kept fucking until she came, and we swam in her fluids until she begged me to stop and rest. I kissed her. She held me. Meu wasn’t finished with me; she wanted me in her arse again and, as I hadn’t even felt like losing my hardness, I changed positions, and had her sit her arse straight down on my waiting, impatient cock. She was more open now, and she didn’t screech this time as the full length of me reached up into her bowels, and she took over, bobbing up and down with joyful grunts . I put my hands to her breasts again, but it took both hands to fully hold each one at a time: they were just so big! I twisted her nipple, she shuddered, and then she sprayed me with more fluid from her cunt, on to my abdomen, matting the hair of my groin, and she climaxed again from my cock in her arse. She sat down on me and stayed there, then lay her breasts down on to me. They almost buried me down into the mattress, but I gloried in their squashing strength, as Meu’s mouth sought mine and she shoved her tongue down my throat, still groaning and grinding a little on my unchanged cock: it was happy to stay hard, and I didn’t physically even feel the need to ejaculate for some reason. I had to roll her over after a while, unable to stay locked inside, but quickly re-inserted myself as she got on to her front and I twisted to lie along her back, my hands holding her nipples which were splayed out to the sides of her chest. A cock then pushed its head into my arse crack, pushing me harder into Meu as I was being impaled from behind: the meat in the sandwich was being readied: me. A naked body lay along my back, smallish breasts with large nipples poked at me, and I was truly sandwiched now. I was about to turn my head but a hand on my neck prevented that action, and a quiet voice only said “Guess” so I understood the game meant I had to identify from other factors, the cock head slipping just in and out of my arse opening perhaps the key, and I waited. Meu was crushed beneath 2 bodies, but the gentle raising of her hips to my impaled cock told me she was getting maximum enjoyment from being fucked under the extra weight, and she was about to feel extra stimulation when I felt the cock begin to move into me and knew my own fucking was coming. But this wasn’t a cock I had sucked, I could tell that: it was skinny, long and uncut as I felt the skin rolling up as she penetrated me. Slim hands moved around my neck to run along my lips; I could see painted long nails, and I said “Min?” A giggle confirmed, or seemed to, the identity of Meu’s friend, who I knew quite well from seeing her here every day – but I had always thought she was ‘just a girl’, and she had always attracted me. How many women with cocks were there in this one small area of this huge city? Min hadn’t been sucked by me, so I guessed she might come quickly if she was feeling in need of emptying her balls. “You took Mi’s arse’s virginity, which I had always wanted for myself, but she was always afraid; I see now she is no longer afraid, so I should thank you – for the future. But I need to take you in retribution, so this is payback in a way.” A long speech but I understood it mostly, and tensed my buttocks a little; she reached down and slapped me there, “Relax Steve.” I was wrong about her coming off fast, as she pounded her length deep inside me – and kept pounding for a long time, meaning I was pounding Meu’s arse similarly. We all rather seemed to be enjoying it, and Min kept us going. “You seem to like getting fucked, Steve; I always knew you were a nice man, but I see we have all missed out on years of fucking you! What a waste!” She kissed me on the neck and gently rubbed my back, gliding hands feeling each rib and bone as she stroked up and down – both her hands and her cock. I pushed my buttocks slightly up at her cock, and then pushed my cock back to full-length in Meu as Min pushed down into me: a shared rhythm at times, at others disjointed when Min pounded hard into me, and I felt she now wanted to cum for herself. Soon after, she began grunting with her efforts, and then she stiffened in me, but I had a very fast idea and I used what strength I had to lift her up and I rolled her to the side; she began to complain, but I quickly pulled out of Meu and dragged a confused Min over, and pushed her on to Meu’s back and her cock headed for Meu’s arse. My hand was in between them and I could easily feel her balls expand and then blow their stored load into her shaft, along it, and blast it out into Meu’s rectum; she was young and strong, and she kept pumping her fluids out, and Meu kept moaning under Min now; I was an interfering bystander, and voyeur: it was quite exciting! I put my shorts on after a quick shower, shirt, and left them quietly lying there in each other’s arms as I headed downstairs to join the ladies: I needed a refreshing beer and a cigarette, and got both thrust at me by Jane, as Peta pulled me to the seat at their table. But I resisted, knowing Tim didn’t enjoy 2nd hand smoke and pleaded for them to let me at least have that over at ‘my’ table; they allowed that, and I then rejoined them. Tim held her hand on my thigh again as she asked “How is Meu, Steve?” I smiled “I believe Min has now taken over, and they were both fine when I left them, Tim. I did as you asked, my Lady.” She patted my cheek, “Thank you for doing this; I will reward you later.” We spent another hour all drinking, the women talking, but perhaps slowing; Tim taking care of the closing-up process, but without hurrying. I offered to help, but she told me to relax and rest for now. It was 22.00 when I glanced up and noted my wife go past as pillion passenger on a motorcycle; she looked at me, then away; it had not been a motorcycle taxi, but I didn’t know the guy driving it as he had a helmet on. I shrugged my shoulders, and forgot her again. Until 30 minutes later when she phoned, said “I have Mi at home now, she is asleep; what time will you be home?” “If Mi is fine and asleep, I am having fun here....we might be all night! I will be home to take care of Demi in the morning sure. Good night.” I turned to find Jane looking at me “Your wife? You ok, Steve; Tim told us a little bit...” “Yes I am fine, Jane; if my daughter is asleep, then I am fine – and I am certainly happier here than at home!” I smiled widely, and she leaned to hug me, squeezing my nipple hard before she leaned back; Tim was patting my leg as Jane translated into Thai. Sexually their toy I may be, but I was eminently comfortable around Tim and her friends, now even with her daughter and Min, and will be also with Lee when she comes home in a few days. MADE FOR THIS – PART 3 My introduction as the receptacle for cocks in my arse had so aroused my inner feelings I felt as if I could be both a man and a woman; and so it has transpired.... (If you do not like underage sex, stop reading….and if you don’t like bisexual or transsexual sex, or transgendered people, stop reading….) I was allowed to go home at 05.00 in the morning, enough time for a cafe to keep me awake until my alarm went off: time to wake up, make Mi’s bottle and go back to sleep with her, while my wife showered and got ready to leave for work. I was guiltily glad when this was a morning Mi woke before her mother left, and thus she went with her to go to grandmother’s house. I saw them off downstairs, fell on my mattress and slept; after last night, I needed to sleep.... When Meu and Min came downstairs, Meu spoke with her mother for a few minutes, and they went off somewhere to eat – both smiling widely at me – Tim quickly finished her closing-up jobs, and told everyone to head upstairs, me pushed to the front with hands on my buttocks steering, and groping. It might be called a ‘gang rape’ what followed all night, but as I neither resisted, fought, screamed for help, or in any way hid my pleasure, then a better term might be ‘a chain fuck’. True, I wasn’t asked if I wanted to be the central ‘link’ in the chain, but that’s what my arse became: the focus of each cock as one unlocked, and another locked with me. Another term might be ‘heaven’, as I felt enormously empowered having these women unable to resist my body, and unable to resist emptying themselves into that body. But in fact, I was powerless to deny them: there was no denying that I was a submissive fuck, and all of these women knew they were the dominant force. I accepted my status with a smile, and an upraised arse. I had showered before, so the 3 women – Jane, Peta and Oh, as Tim was locking up downstairs - went into the en-suite to shower. Jane was first to emerge, naked and dripping, just as Tim entered the room and laughed, “Your cock looks like it can’t wait Jane!” Indeed, Jane’s cock was bouncing around when she stood still, and for the first time I saw its slim, long length as it/she headed towards the bed. She pulled my shirt over my head, pushed me down and pulled my shorts off – I wonder if Tim found my underpants – and Jane sat on my stomach, her cock wavering in front and she leaned until it could hit my lips; she said “Make it wet, Steve, and get ready.” I did as told, sucking her in, she groaned and pushed, and I tried to stop gagging as she seemed even longer than before, recovered from before clearly, and she thankfully stopped before she did go down my throat. But she was wet, and she climbed off me, and I didn’t need her to tell me the next step: I rolled over, waited on all fours like a submissive bitch, and she didn’t hesitate to enter me in one hard push. I squeaked, moved away somewhat, but she pulled my hips back to her and shoved until her tickly, clean-shaven groin was irritating my skin at the entrance to my fuck-hole. “Oh god, you are beautiful!” she said. Jane proved to be the fastest of the night; fastest both in the speed of her fucking, and in the quickness of her cum releasing into me. Peta had said earlier that she lasted longer than Jane, so perhaps Jane always came quickly; I resolved to somehow try and help her slow down the next time... But this first time, she pumped quickly and within a few minutes she was emptying her balls into me, only a few spurts, and pushing me down to lay spread along my back as she deflated. Her breasts were small and they flattened against me easily. There was little I could do, face down as I was, but at least my arms could reach back and down to stroke her hips gently, and she purred for a few minutes without moving, until her cock slipped out of me. “Next time” was all she said, perhaps speaking mainly to herself, and I stroked her a little harder with my hands until she lifted herself and backed away. I lay there for a few moments but nobody approached, and I felt a need to go to the toilet, so I rolled and sat up. Tim, Peta and Oh were sitting on a floor mat eating and drinking, and after a few minutes Jane came out of the bathroom and joined them; it was like a weekly gathering for a game of cards, so innocent did it all appear: 4 women eating, beer handy, conversation flowing. The only item missing was perhaps their regular clothing, though all had some form of material sarong-like covering. It allowed me to study breast sizes and shapes, and I licked my lips at the size of both Peta and Oh: released from their bindings, they both had generous sized-busts, while Tim and Jane were evenly matched and smaller. (I didn’t know then, that first night, it would become almost a regular weekly ‘club’ gathering, with me as the Lucky Draw prize; however, as they were all friends, the Prize was shared equally between them all.) I stood and went into the bathroom, emptying myself and showering, deciding I wanted to shower between ladies so I would be fresh for each one: Tim’s water bill might very well go up in cost it seemed. When I re-entered the room, modestly covered by my towel, 3 were still on the floor, and I found Peta in bed, smiling and beckoning me over; I took the towel back into hang in the bathroom and walked to the bed naked; Tim or Oh or Jane, perhaps all 3, whistled or clapped behind me, perhaps at my skinny naked buttocks, so I grew red-faced approaching the bed, and quickly climbed under the duvet to hide myself. Peta pulled me into an embrace, cooing and smiling at me, and she kissed me on the lips, pushing my mouth open and her tongue inside: she was the only one of these women to ever kiss me like that, an oddity which made her immediately special to me. My body was against her breasts, and I slowly eased a hand up to one mound and held it; she didn’t complain or pull away and even sighed into my mouth, so I reached for her nipple and lightly fondled that in my fingers; she sighed again, never releasing my mouth or my tongue from hers, and I grew emboldened, and found I could just manage to hold her whole breast in my hand, and I sighed at the feel. Meanwhile, her thick cock was jetting pre-cum on me, and I knew she would need me soon. My cock jumped higher at the touch of her breasts, and she then pulled her mouth away to ask gently “Do you want to fuck me Steve?” I shook my head, nodded my head, shook it again and stammered “I love your breasts Peta, but I am here gladly: for you to fuck. If it is ok, though, I would love to be able to hold your breasts while we do...?” Her own cock jumped at my words. She leaned across and kissed me again, a beautiful kiss, and at this instant I had an insight: Peta is somehow different, even romantic; Jane had wanted to dominate and fuck me fast; Tim had to dominate me to make me submit to her will; Oh I didn’t yet know, but if it was true what the others said: ‘Oh had never cum before..’ while hard to believe, I expected she would want to cum again in me, hard and dominant also. Peta seemed to allow, perhaps even enjoy, making love rather than a straight fuck; and this I hoped for in my life. As much as this brand-new life was rewarding for me, I did harbour feelings, and romance had always been at the forefront of my decisions – perhaps this explained the failure of my 4th marriage, after 3 similar ones. If sex and romance could be enjoyed, without marriage, and if I was to be fucked to receive this combination, I would gladly accept. Peta hadn’t moved: she was allowing me the pleasure of her breasts, and she softly stroked my cock, my hip and around to my buttocks, to my hole. She moved on to her back, her cock sliding through her juice on my body, and pulled me on top: she wanted me to play with her breasts, even as now she slicked her fingers through the pre-cum of us both and inserted one digit, then 3 into my hole. Peta lifted my hips gently and placed me over her cock; I was willing, I was eager to have her inside me, and gladly lowered myself to her full length; she wasn’t long, but she stretched me very wide, and I moaned a little. “Does it hurt Steve?” she asked and she stopped moving; I didn’t stop moving as I replied “Oh Peta, you are the biggest, no: the fattest cock I have had...it is beautiful, and I feel full! Don’t stop, please, I want this.” I now had 2 breasts in my hands, and I gently tugged at hard nipples while I moulded her breasts in my hands, and I rode her cock to give her as much pleasure as I could. “Don’t come too fast, Peta, unless you want to...this is wonderful; you are wonderful.” She pulled my neck down and kissed me again, and this was the Beauty I always sought. “I won’t” she said as her cock stretched up to meet my descending bottom slowly, but tightly. She played with my cock, lightly, not really sexually; and she smoothed her hands all over my body where she could reach: my skinny, bony body, weighing 48-49kgs these days and easy for these women to have me on top – or throw me down as their needs required. Peta allowed me to stay where I was, and she seemed to enjoy my hands on her breasts and I felt the urge to roam the rest of her body which my arms could reach. I was doing the work of fucking – of making love this time – by lifting myself up and down on her cock, changing my depth and my angle to keep her entertained and excited, and Peta ground her cock around so I could feel its girth pushing my walls out on all sides. So my roaming hands only added to our bodily contact, and I let my fingers stroke her neck, down her throat, over her face and lips, around her breasts (leaving them for a few moments) and down her ribcage and up her thighs; further I couldn’t go while I was pinioning her cock inside me, so I reversed direction and roved upwards, stopping at her breasts. She let out an exhalation as if she had been holding her breath, and she groaned “Steve, this isn’t – you aren’t – what I was expecting when Tim invited us to share her new ‘fuck-mate’. I don’t know what to do, what to think, how to behave now...” I placed my fingers over her lips to say “You do what you normally do, Peta, and the other ladies will do the same: Fuck me, and enjoy! Other feelings – and I am feeling them also, about you - we will have to talk about another time...tomorrow?” She nodded her head against my fingers, and pursed her lips to kiss them; then she opened them in a smile “Well, I do want to fuck you, Steve!” I assisted her aim by withdrawing up, and I moved to my side and pulled her by her cock while I got on my chest, with my buttocks up in the air. I steered her a little, but she knew where she was heading, and she re-inserted herself easily into my widened tunnel, and stroked her hands along my back, bending down to kiss my neck before straightening a little and pushing hard into me. I moved my legs wider, thus shortening the length of my hole somewhat, but also allowed me to squeeze against her cock as she stroked inwards. I was getting quite good at deciding how to help my partners’ enjoyment, and Peta’s sigh gave me a smile of contentment. I pushed my arse at her. She did what she needed to do and wanted to do, and what I wanted her to do: she made love with her cock to my body. It was a much longer-lasting fuck than my last one (sorry, Jane) and her girth was like a brand-new experience for me when she was serious about her task: she filled my canal, but at the sides, and I could clearly feel her as she plunged in and withdrew. My widened stance also helped – almost - feel her hit bottom, but her stroking was wonderful when combined with my belief in the romance of this coupling, and I had a continual smile in me and on my face even as I grunted with her thrusts. Inevitably, she needed release (which made me fleetingly wonder: why hasn’t my own cock let go all night....hmm) and she thrust harder each inward stroke, holding herself there a moment, and withdrawing her length to do again, until even my walls seemed in danger of collapse as she swelled and her ball sac clenched at my entrance and she shot her first load with incredible force: I certainly felt it, and succeeding ones, hit the end of my tunnel, and I marvelled at her strength of ejaculation. I continued to smile as she continued to emit burst after burst of semen into me, so much it began leaking out even before she had finished and withdrawn. Peta slowed, leaning heavily on my back, her hands just grazing my sides, as she breathed heavily and panted “god, god...Steve, you were made for this, and you were made for me.” I squeezed my buttocks and even pulled my legs in closer together, not wanting to release her cock, but she was far shorter and even narrower now that she had emptied herself, and she did slip out, trickling cum (and poor little ‘fish’) oozing from my arse. She rolled to the side, and I followed her down to kiss and lick her breasts and her neck and a delicate kiss to her lips: “Thank you Peta: that was wonderfully beautiful.” She needed some time, so I climbed off the bed and, this time somewhat groggily, headed for the bathroom. I showered, finished, turned off the water, but leaned there against the wall, thinking of Peta for long minutes...until I felt a cock and body pressing at me, and Oh’s voice said “I thought you might have drowned in here, and you and Peta took so long, I can’t wait anymore, so, Steve, this is what I came for: again.” She plunged her cock straight into me on her first thrust, and I squealed at the ferocity of her attack. The door handle rattled, and Peta asked “Everything ok, Steve?” Oh must have locked the door, and she planted a hand across my mouth and she buried that very large, long and fat cock deep inside my arse, and I quickly realised there would be no ‘romance’ between Oh and I. She whispered “Tell her everything is fine” and she thrust herself in me even harder it seemed. When she released my mouth, I said, as calmly as I could, “Everything is fine, Peta; I hope you are too.” Oh put her hand back over my mouth until she decided Peta had gone from the other side of the door. She kissed – well, she bit, my neck hard, and said “Good boy; now, where were we.” She resumed her hard fucking, and I wished I hadn’t helped her cum earlier: I wanted this particular fuck to finish. Oh was remorseless, and it hurt more the more she fucked me, but I couldn’t complain. She was hitting my back wall, or stomach for all I knew, every time and the pain grew and grew. Thankfully, she grunted and came – after how long I have no idea as I was feeling half-dead; she slumped against my back, and deposited her load into me for a long time, and withdrew, saying “Oh, I will be back for this again, Steve...aahhh!” She screeched and jumped back, and I opened my eyes. My head had been slumped so my eyes saw the red water flowing down, and after some moments I realised it was blood mixing with the shower: it must be my blood! Oh gently pulled me back from the shower wall, turned off the water and wrapped a towel around me. She held me as she stretched one hand to unlock the door and call out loudly “Tim!” I was scared and feeling decidedly groggy; god, maybe I was dying of blood loss I stupidly thought. Tim took over and I felt her hands wrap another towel between my legs and around my waist, tying a knot in it, and she led me like a baby to the bed, using the other towel to dry my hair gently and then the water on my body. She lay me down very gingerly on to my side, and called softly “Peta”. Oh leaned down to smooth the hair away from my cheek and said “I am so sorry, Steve...” but didn’t seem able to finish before Tim pulled her away. I felt a body climb in and knew it was Peta now cradling me to her breast, and I let the tears flow then, falling down on to her and running between us. Tim was soothing my forehead and said “I am sorry, Luong Steve; this wasn’t meant to happen and won’t happen again; sleep now, I promise the morning will be better.” I had to think of something I knew was important, “Tim, I have to be home take care Mi at 05.30...Wait, oh no I don’t – tomorrow is Sunday, my wife will be home, but I need 06.30, ok please?” “I know, Steve, I will wake you in time – sleep now.” “I didn’t complain Tim, Oh didn’t know she was hurting me.” Tim crooned “ssshhh” and Peta had tears dropping on me now as her arms wrapped tightly around my chest, and I fell asleep. Tim woke me as promised, and I slipped gently from Peta’s embrace, and I had time enough to walk gingerly into the bathroom and have a shower and brush my teeth. I was tender but feeling ok, and though sleepy-tired, alert enough to realise Jane and Oh weren’t in the room as I looked around. Tim understood and said “Oh won’t be back again, Steve. Can you ride your bike home ok?” I nodded and dressed, stood looking at Peta for a few moments, and Tim said “Sometimes we find a ‘special person’, don’t we Steve?” I smiled and nodded, embraced Tim and she murmured I should be ok in a day or 2 – tearing of a membrane often happened to beginners, but wasn’t serious, even though painful. I pushed my bike most of the way home, parked it and went inside and made Mi her bottle, placing it at the top of the stairs for my demanding wife to find when Mi woke; on Sundays they often then stayed in the bedroom for some hours, and I didn’t mind as Mi deserved some time just with her mother – but was given so little of it. I lay on my mattress and went back to sleep for another welcome 2 hours, and I had a very quiet day thereafter – though with a 2y.o. needing Dad, not Mum, to do everything with her and for her, ‘quiet’ is a relative term. I went to Tim’s for my normal early evening beer; she had gone out and there was no sign of Peta, but 3 of my drinking buddies were there, so I sat quietly and let them have their own conversation for most; what I needed was a long night’s sleep, but I never got one of those with my daughter to care for. At least my rectum seemed almost pain-free, and I was moving and sitting normally, though I had a fleeting concern if the next fuck would be enjoyable or painful. The following morning, guiltily thankful Mi had woken early and stayed awake, leaving with her mum and going to stay at her grandmother’s for the day, Min and Meu arrived very early with breakfast from Tim, and to ask after my health, which was ‘fine and normal’ again. They smiled, and I asked why they weren’t at University today? “This is our mid-term study break, so we are on holiday all week!” “Holiday – you mean studying, right girls?” They both laughed, but I knew they had said it as it would be for them: a holiday. “What are you going to do?” They lost their smiles somewhat “Probably nothing, just sit around; what are you doing today Luong Steve?” “Well, when I have finished the washing and put it out, I have to go shopping at Tesco Lotus; I could take you there in the car if you want.” They looked at each other, smiled and nodded at me; “what time, Luong Steve? We need go and get ready.” I checked the washing timer, mentally calculated the second load I needed to do, and told them an hour and a half, say 10.00. They ran off, Meu to Tim’s, Min to the soi behind mine where she lived. They were ready when I drove to Tim’s, and 10 minutes later I parked up on the top level for my supermarket shopping, telling the girls I’d be only 30-45 minutes maximum: I always had a shopping list and I knew exactly where to go; there was never any browsing for me, in and out. The girls found me as I was at the check-out, and asked if I wanted to go to a movie as we were heading to load the shopping in the car. Movies; I didn’t really enjoy the cinema, and always found it really cold here in Thailand, but I decided I could go with the girls this one time. “Is it a Thai movie or a Hollywood one?” “Thai scary movie, but it has sub-titles! Please, please, Luong Steve?” I nodded ok, knowing the only shopping items for the fridge would survive 2 hours ok in the car. The cinema was hardly packed at this early hour so we chose seats in the middle; not too close for me to the wide screen but further back a little, the girls placing me in the seat between them. We stood for The King and Anthem, and then the advertising started, and 10 minutes later, the feature. It opened with a typical scary scene, and I rather wished I was relaxing at home, watching Rugby. I somewhat changed my mind when both girls grabbed a thigh each and held on thereafter, tighter or relaxed as the scene dictated, but Min became bolder and moved her hand to the top of my thigh, then my groin and lightly brushed my cock. Feeling no resistance from me, she took one of my hands and placed it squarely on her own cock, hard and wanting inside her shorts. When I grasped it and rubbed, Min leaned to my ear and said “I really want to fuck you, but I would accept your mouth, Steve, here and now it will be ok.” I started to protest when Meu pushed me from behind, and Min just sort of slipped me down to the floor, shuffled me over, and opened her legs, bringing my head up to an already exposed cock. I tried to look around for people who might see this, but Min held my head still, and just pushed my mouth to her targeted prick. I had never sucked an uncut cock, or Min, but when I wet the droopy skin, it pushed back easily into a roll and her slit became exposed to my tongue, and from there my mouth edged down her shaft, recalled as long and slim from when she fucked me a few nights earlier. It was a pleasure to pleasure her really. I chose now to ignore anything other than my task of sucking Min, and she slid forward and down in her chair to get her whole self into my mouth; her girth wasn’t a problem, and her length was just right – unless she thrust herself forward, as she did from time to time, and she went into my throat, which I was as yet uncomfortable with. However, when I had pulled back at these times, she soon understood and let me control the ins and outs of her prick in my mouth Unlike many youngsters, Min being sucked was the same as Min fucking me: she didn’t cum in a few minutes; well, she hadn’t cum in me at all, as when she was ready, I moved her to fuck and finish inside Meu. She either had great control, or she was very experienced, or she did this a whole lot, or she was just able to withhold her final pleasure. Today, she stiffened and began to grunt and gave a large number of spurts into my mouth, all of which I swallowed vigorously, and when she was dribbling and beginning to sit up, I cleaned her cock, and tried to slide up into my seats as the lights came on: the movie was finished! I must have been sucking her for about an hour! Min did her shorts up, I felt red-faced under the lights, and Meu clapped as Min thanked me for making the movie ‘extra special’. We rose, went to the car, and I dropped them off at Tim’s: another first experience for me, but I wasn’t game to ask Min if it had been hers: she seemed such a self-assured sexual partner I felt something like a klutz with her. My afternoon was standard, so I was at Tim’s normal time, for my normal beer, and normal reading of my book. But after I had parked my bike and taken out my paraphernalia, I turned to see a smiling Peta at the other table. I wobbled on my legs with an overpowering feeling of happiness to see her, having tried hard not to even think of my feelings since we had been in bed together 2 nights earlier: they had been such strong feelings of having found that ‘special person’ as Tim had said to me when she realised Peta and I had become such to each other – the more so when she had cradled me in her arms to sleep after Oh’s tearing of my rectum. I had been afraid since then it wasn’t to be, but she was here now, and she was smiling, and I was filled with joy, and my eyes quickly filled with tears. I turned away to hide wiping them and blowing my nose, sniffed, and turned back to go over and say ‘hello Peta’. Instead I said “Oh Peta, I was afraid never to see you again, I am so hap...” I held up my hand to excuse myself and went into the bathroom, closing the door to cry and blow my nose, and get my sense of calm restored. The door opened and Peta came in, locking it behind her. She opened her arms to me, and I almost fell into them; “I know, Steve, I understand, but it’s all right now: I am here, for you.” She kissed me hungrily but lovingly, and I returned the ardour with my wet cheeks wetting hers. “Let’s go upstairs: Tim already told me to go.” I nodded, wanting only her, but silently putting to memory a ‘thank you’ to Tim for her incredible understanding. I had just showered before coming here, indeed my hair was still wet from washing it, so I wanted only to get into bed and have Peta in my arms or around my body, or in my body...whatever she wanted was ok with me. But Peta wanted to shower, so she pulled my hand into the bathroom, sat me on the closed toilet seat in the corner, stripped and turned on the water, facing me with a questioning look on her face....waiting. I understood: she wanted me to see her for the first time: wanted my smile of approval, or to know I didn’t fancy her, or didn’t think she was beautiful or desirable, (or didn’t love her). I put a serious expression on my face for a few moments, moved my head and eyes up and down her body, glancing at her cock hanging down in front, glancing up at her breasts above, her face above that....I sighed ”Oh well, an old man doesn’t have many choices any more...ok, you will do!” She pouted, probably sure I was trying to make a joke, but I panicked, afraid she would think I had spoken seriously, so I spurted out: “You have everything this old man wants, Peta, and he is so happy if you want him also!” But I spoke so fast, she cocked her head and shook it, not understanding; so I took a deep breath and repeated my last words slowly and clearly, and then I waited...and finally Peta smiled, and nodded and we both relaxed, perhaps both aware that jokes were going to be sometimes misunderstood, so to be careful with them in the future....did we have a future? I didn’t go to her then; I was satisfied she believed me when she turned to the shower and wet herself, and then soaped and cleaned herself, uncaring that I was there: I sat and tried to memorise every curve and crevice, even every wrinkle, of her. She looked at me at times, a look to see if I was still looking perhaps, but I always was, and she always smiled and turned back to the next part of her body to clean. She did have a magnificent body; I knew from other reasons of course, but to study her was a study of Beauty (though I acknowledged I was now a biased lover of Peta). She cleaned her cock last; that shorter, very fat cock which had pushed the walls of my anus out to a new limit while truly making love to me, and with me, and which was again erect and throbbing; I hoped it was for me, as I wanted it again, and again, and.... even more after that. Peta turned off the water after a final rinse, and walked to me for a wet hug and kiss, reaching behind and above me for her towel. I leaned in to kiss a nipple and stroked a hand along her cock lightly; it throbbed at my touch, and I was smiling when she stepped back and began drying herself. “You haven’t forgotten me then, Peta?” I looked at her cock, waving at me, and she quietly and simply replied “No Steve, I haven’t even tried to.” She hung her towel, pulled me upright and lifted my arms, removing my t-shirt and then my shorts, tugging them over my own hardened cock, and she hung them on pegs next to her towel. I looked and found the toothbrush Tim had given me, and excused myself to brush and gargle, then I followed Peta’s nakedness out to Tim’s bedroom, and she led me over to Tim’s spare double bed where we climbed under a light duvet. We were back together. But there was a complication: my daughter, who wasn’t a complication at all, but I would not begin neglecting her – I would not be like her mother – and I loved her too much to abandon her, as much as it seemed best to be rid of my wife, unfaithful and uncaring as she had become: was I not now also unfaithful? Yes, but I would not be uncaring to Mi, not even at the cost of my own new-found happiness. It was about 18.00; I needed pick her up as normal in 2.5 hours; I had to do this if I wasn’t to lose her in the battle which would surely come at a divorce. “Peta, I am recovered now; Tim was right: 1-2 days and I would be fine; I am fine. I need you to fuck me now, fuck me as if this might be the next, and also the last, and make it special for you, and for me, and for us.” I kissed her, fondled her breasts, stroked her cock into spasms of pre-cum and longing, and I rolled over, my arse shuffling until I hit her cock, and I lifted my upper leg until she entered my hole, then I dropped my leg to trap her inside, and let her do the work of sliding herself in. She asked “What’s wrong Steve, why do you sound sad?” I reached my arm up over my head to ruffle her hair and caress her face; “Make love to me Peta, talk after; please I want you.” She accepted my plea, and she pushed herself inside, her cock spreading me wide like no other cock had done, and I wanted this to be a continuing feeling: this special feeling of Peta inside me. She worked hard, and I helped by pushing my arse back at her, but then I wanted her more, wanted her to overcome me and I slipped away and turned myself around, my upraised buttocks kneeling almost at her cock, hanging my head and inviting her to possess me fully, a bitch giving herself to her mistress. Peta understood and she slipped herself upright, and then kneeled down behind me, this time ramming her cock into me and dragging sharp nails down my back, before laying her breasts on my back and her teeth grabbing hold of the back of my neck as she began fucking me gently but continuously, in and out and around, and I squeezed when she was fully in, wanting her there and reluctantly letting her pull back to repeat in another moment. She now had 2 free hands which she wrapped around my torso, flicking fingers at my nipples, scratching across my chest, through my chest hairs, pulling gently but hard at them until I squeaked when 2-3 were pulled out, and she laughed a little, rubbing a hand over the spot. She fluttered fingers down my abdomen, into my groin hair – which I hoped she didn’t try to pull out – and wrapped them around my own pulsing cock, pre-cum free-flowing, but in no need of release; indeed I didn’t want to release, didn’t want to expend energy as an ejaculation would: I wanted only to pleasure Peta, so I struggled to shake my cock, indicating I wanted her to concentrate on her own cock’s actions. Peta understood yet again, and I thought how quickly we had become so understanding of each other’s needs without long explanations or any arguments because of misunderstanding. It was a very nice, and romantic feeling, this thought. She returned her total attention to her cock and my arse, only lightly feeling the rest of my body where she could reach, while I wanted to feel her breasts, and amazingly she pushed those mounds harder into my back at that very moment, as if discerning my needs and her cock followed harder into me. Tim came into the room just as Peta had resumed her stroking in a rhythm she enjoyed, and thus I was enjoying; she knelt at the side of our bodies and reached her hand to grasp my cock. “I never did get my ‘next time’ Luong Steve; can I?” We all looked at each other, me at Peta longest, and I saw her small nod. “Tim, you introduced me to Peta; you can have a ‘next time’: I know I owe you a lot, and in my way: I love you too. But, you will have to wait until I can go home, take care of Mi until she and her mother are asleep, then I will be back, ok? Just a short time; maybe about 21.30 I will be back - promise; can you wait?” I giggled, but quickly stopped when she pulled hard on my cock! “I promise!” I repeated. Tim rubbed my cock, leaned in to kiss Peta’s body, and left us to continue. But Peta had shrunk, and she slipped out, and slid down to the bed. I quickly joined her and lay on top of her, my arms pushing under her back to cradle her in my arms. “I know Tim has the right, Steve, and I must allow this; I know you have a wife....” I put my hands to her lips to interject “No, I don’t, Peta: I have a daughter, and her mother is in the same house, but she is no longer my wife! Believe me. ” I took my fingers away, and she continued “....You have a daughter. I feel now I only have you; what do we do? How can this be for us?” “I don’t know at the moment, my lover; I don’t even know if you have a husband/a wife/a partner of your own, but I know I have only a daughter to care for: she is all I cared about, until we met. Now I include you in my thoughts for the future, but I cannot know what that will be, not yet.” She leaned her mouth up to kiss me and my mouth responded, and my cock jerked against her abdomen where it was painfully squashed and leaking more juice. “Put your cock inside me Steve, make me know you love me, whatever I ask you; one time Steve, I will never ask you again if you don’t like. And yes, we will talk after.” “How could I possibly not like anything you ask of me, Peta: I do love you already, and I am yours – is this your wish?” She nodded and crushed her lips to mine as I squeezed my cock down between our bodies, she opened her legs, and I found her crack through all the juices we had oozed already. My cock was thus slick and I slid my head to her opening, waited for her to accept it, and plunged inside new territory. It had been several/many days since I had cum; not even fucking Meu had I, and I still didn’t have an urge to physically do so, I knew not why. But emotionally, I thought this is what Peta expected, so I did my best to fuck her well and build to a climax....but I couldn’t, and I just stopped and buried my head down to her breast. She ruffled her fingers through my hair, brushing it away from my face. “I am sorry Peta, I tried my best, but I can’t; I want to because you asked me, but I am so happy when you are in me, I don’t need to cum anymore, or so it seems. I am sorry.” I felt her smiling against my head, my face still buried lower against her breast; she said quietly “I didn’t ask you to fuck me Steve; only to put your cock inside me. You did, and it felt lovely, but perhaps I might have been disappointed if you did manage to fuck me – perhaps not.” She gently pulled me out of her and to her side, shifting and arranging us until she was cradling me and I had her breast to play with or suck, or just touch. After allowing me this for a few minutes, she placed one hand gently over mine and said “Just listen for a few minutes Steve, ok?” I stopped fondling and nodded my head against her body before moving it up to the pillow close to her mouth. Then she told me her Life-story: abused by both parents as a young girl, she grew up wanting to abuse others in return...a long story later, she found a clinic which could aid her male hormonal development and she grew a cock and she used it to full advantage to make money, even marrying one old man who promptly died and left her, his wife, a fortune – which she now lived on very well. She met Tim at the same clinic, where they both still needed to go for hormonal ‘top-ups’, and subsequently met Jane and Oh, and others. Now she had met me, not just ‘another fuck’ as she had expected, she found feelings she had long thought dead, and she wanted those feelings: with me. I reached up to kiss her cheek, “Me too” and that was all we needed to say on the matter, except for my Mi. So after a few minutes of a gentle cuddle, I climbed out, dressed and went home to turn on the upstairs a/c and went to collect my daughter to take care of her until her mother finally arrived. (Epilogue) 6 Months later my wife and I had divorced; we had shared custody of Mi, but Mi preferred being with Dad, and gradually my wife only asked to take her for weekends, or one day of a weekend. I used some of my own savings to pay her out of her half of the house, and I bought it so Mi and Dad stayed there, and she was still close enough to go to her grandmother’s and aunt’s house around the corner. I very slowly introduced Peta to Mi, but it wasn’t long before Mi was comfortable waking up and finding Peta in bed with us, and soon it seemed Peta was virtually staying with us all the time, though she never gave up her own home, and I agreed with this. I had returned that night, as promised, and Peta stayed downstairs for the 2 hours Tim gave me her own promised “I will be better next time [Steve]”, pounding my arse-cunt seemingly non-stop: behind me, under me, sitting on top, me sitting on her; her stamina seemed inexhaustible, and I was a used fuck-hole, sore and stretched, when she finally began pulsing from her ball sac through the giant length and girth of her cock. I was a swimming pool of semen for the millions of sperm she must have deposited in me, sloshing around. Tim kissed me and went to shower, and then she went downstairs while I staggered to the shower myself before joining Peta at the table below. Tim never asked again, but we remain the best of ex-lovers and friends. Peta didn’t make love with me that night, accepting it was something Tim had a prior right to, and that was that as far as she was concerned, so she and I never mentioned it. We never remained monogamous, and that was accepted by each partner also. I, though, had little choice, as all my partners dominated me and never actually asked me if I wanted them to fuck me: they just did. Min was a frequent visitor to my house; “I just really need a quick fuck, Luong Steve, before I go to University, please!” Her ‘quick fucks’ often became quite marathons, and Meu often accused me of making Min late for class, again Lee also came sometimes, and she would always be special for me, as she had been my first true fucker, starting me on this path which seemed to have changed my life for the better in many ways. Jane and Oh I never saw again. The End...of The Beginning. |
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