Hunter’s love for Futa

The first sensation David became aware of was smell. The air was different, fresher somehow. Was that the ocean? It certainly smelled like the salty air he had experienced each summer vacationing with the family in Hawaii, but how...?

Wait a minute, he thought. How do I smell the ocean air during rush hour in Los Angeles? He tried to open his eyes, but nothing happened. He could feel his pulse start to race at the thought that he was falling asleep while driving down the interstate, but then he remembered.

He was flying down the expressway, locked into the mad race with the rest of the evening commuters, when he heard the squeal of brakes and stopping tires and saw the cars in front of him swerving to avoid...what? His last memory was looking into his rearview mirror and seeing the oncoming tractor trailer filling the reflection, its trailer skittering sideways as he locked his brakes to stop, the driver's panic stricken face getting closer and closer...and now blackness.

David was a middle-aged, middle manager for a distribution company in the LA area. Everything about his life could be defined as middle. He had the modest home in the suburbs, modest wife and two normal, semi well adjusted children. Even his dog was unremarkable. Everything about his life was middle of the road and had been for as long as he could remember. He put in his time each day, came home, had a few drinks, went to bed and woke up each morning to repeat the process. He played golf on the weekends, fucked his wife once a week, twice if she let him, and went to church only as often as his conscience let him get away with. His taxes were paid, his housekeeper was legal, even though the landscaper wasn't and his friends were all like him: half prisoners of a life they couldn't or wouldn't break out of.

His only outlet, the one thing he hid from everyone around him, was his online life. While a lot of men were like him, seeking pleasure from the reassuring screen of their computer, David knew that his fantasies were outside the norm, not quite mainstream. Nothing outright perverse mind you, no bondage, scat or anything of the like. It was just that, somehow over the years, the same mindless images and videos no longer did much for him. He still thrilled over the big busted vixens and their feigned pleasure in the huge cocks that serviced them. He felt empty somehow, didn't get the same rush he used to and late at night, as he released himself into yet another wad of tissues, he wondered if there was something else out there. Something that would give him that same thrill again, something that could pump some life back into his nonexistent one again.

His self examination of his life was cut short when his eyes flew open. Was he dead? He was staring at a ceiling fan, slowly turning above him. Sunlight bathed the ceiling and he started to rise, but was unable. Well, if he was dead, it might take a while for everything to start working again.

He laid there the smell of the ocean still filling his nose, when he became aware that he could now hear the ocean! The faint crash of surf could be heard and he strained his senses for more input.

He next became aware of the feel of the soft mattress and cool sheets he was laying on. From the feel of the fabric on his skin, he must be naked. Well, we all come into the world naked, may as well depart it the same way, he thought.

David still wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not, but his mind turned to the ones he may or may not have left behind. While not loveless, the marriage he had was definitely in a rut, but his life insurance was paid up, the bills current and his wife would not be left in the lurch. His kids' futures were set, the college funds faithfully fed each month, and he took reassurance in this.

Something loomed at the bottom of his vision and David strained his eyes to tell what it was. As quickly as it was there, it was gone. His first thought was that he was seeing his penis rise up before him, but that hadn't happened in the morning in years and even if it had, his middle-aged gut would have hid it. In his attempt to get a look, he found his head slowly rising and he looked down his body.

First of all, his gut was gone, replaced by a lean build he hadn't had in thirty years and apparently, that had been his penis. It was now bobbing over his flat stomach, hard as a spike and eyeing him like a one eyed snake. He found that his arms worked and he reached down to grasp it and hefted it for examination.

This was definitely not his penis, he thought. His penis was just south of average, unremarkable in every feature. This penis, no, this was a cock. This cock was much bigger, not a monstrosity, but thicker and longer and more, more....beautifully shaped than his.

Well, he thought, it was attached to his body and was definitely working, so it must now be his. David raised his body off the big white bed and swung his legs over the side.

Where the wall should be was open to the outside, filmy curtains fluttering in the breeze. He could see a large lawn off the covered patio just outside, leading down to what was definitely a beach, the large waves splashing against the shore. David looked about the room. It was large and sumptuous, well appointed with expensive looking furnishings, thick, white carpet and two doors on opposing walls. Hoping that one of these led to a bathroom, he rose and walked over.

He entered a spacious, marble outfitted bath, with a large open shower and sunken tub. As he was walking past the vanity, he caught sight of himself out of the corner of his eye and pulled up in amazement. Gone were the lines and folds of extra flesh from his older face, replaced by the smooth, unwrinkled skin of a much younger David. Pressing his face close to the glass, he surmised that he now was only twenty or so. He spied a full length mirror on a door in the bath and stood before it. Definitely not 45, he thought. His body was tight and lean, no spare fat anywhere. It was his younger self, but in much better shape. Even at that age, he hadn't been this fit, he thought. What was going on here? Finding the toilet, he took care of business, and then reentered the bedroom.

That hadn't been there before, he thought. A thick, white bathrobe lay on the bed. He looked around urgently for any sign of where it might have come from, but saw nothing or no one. He shrugged into the robe and exited through the other door.

The side of the house facing the lawn was open to the outside the length of the house, allowing the fresh air of the sea to permeate the living area. He found himself in what must be the living room, similarly expensive looking furnishings filling it and the dining room adjacent. Looking past, he could see a door leading off the dining area and walked towards it. Coming close he could hear sounds from within: a cabinet shutting, a cup being placed on a counter and then the tinkle of a spoon stirring something. He took a deep breath and entered.

A black haired woman stood with her back to him in front of a coffee maker, stirring a cup of steaming coffee. She placed the spoon on the counter and lifting the cup, turned towards him.

"I remember that you took yours with two sugars and cream, right?"

That voice, that black hair...it was his mother!

As she turned to face him, David was taken back in time to his childhood. The woman before him was, like him, a much younger version of the person who had died of cancer not three years ago. Her blue eyes had a sparkle he hadn't seen in ages, her face smooth and unwrinkled from the strains of being a single mother. She wore a robe much like his, belted at the waist, but much more fitted. David found his eyes drawn down his mother's neck to where her robe opened slightly, allowing him to glimpse his mother's apparently unencumbered breasts, the large globes shifting as she walked forwards and extended the cup of coffee to him, a smile on her face.

"Same old David. Even in death trying to snatch a look at your Mom's tits."

Chastened, David jerked his attention back to her face.

"So, I am dead?"

His mother nodded, "As a doornail. It will definitely be a closed casket. Tractor-trailers are very unforgiving."

"What about my..."

"Family? They'll be fine. You provided well for them and in time, they will all move on with their lives."

David nodded and paused to take a sip of his coffee. It was perfect. In fact, it was the blend that he had first discovered on a vacation in Costa Rica. He hadn't had it in years!

"So, what is this place? Is it heaven?" He gazed around at the expensive appliances and fixtures. "It can't be hell. They don't have Viking stoves in hell, do they?"

His mother laughed. Unlike the world weary hack she had at the end, this one was full of life and care free.

"No, it's not heaven and definitely not hell, but we have time to discuss all that. How's the coffee?"

"Perfect! So, if I'm dead and you're dead, is this what happens after? We revert back to our younger selves?"

His mother paused before speaking.

"After a fashion, I guess that's true. I take it you have noticed that all is not what it was or even the same as when you were younger?"

David thought about his pe...cock and how it was the one he'd wished he had all these years. He noticed his mother looking at him knowingly, a smirk on her face.

"Wait a minute, you're not my mother are you?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"No, no I'm not David. It was felt that my presence would reassure you in this time of change. Have a seat."

David took a seat on the indicated bar stool before his "mother" continued.

"In truth, I can take any form you want me to. That's why I asked you to sit down. Go ahead. Try me."

He looked at her skeptically.

"What do you mean? Say the magic word, imagine you're..."

In an instant, his mother was gone replaced by David's wife or rather his wife as she was when they had married thirty or so years before. He almost fell off the stool in shock and gripped the marble countertop for support.

"My God! Oh, my god..." he stammered.

His wife smiled.

"God? Yes and no. You'll see as time goes on."

David noticed that like his mother, this version of his wife was different. Improved if you will. Her hair was more lustrous, her mouth fuller and her breasts and hips under the robe more shapely and full.

"But...but you're different."

His wife looked down at her chest.

"You noticed? Let's just say that I'm more in keeping with what you wanted me to be. A more improved version."

"Can you read my mind?" David gasped, her statement echoing his thought.

She laid a reassuring hand on his.

"Not per se. I know your wants and desires. That's my role here. To cater to you."

David definitely liked the sound of this and reflected on...

Instantly standing before him was Natasha Nice, a busty, brunette stroke vision of his dreams. She was rapidly replaced by Abby, then Sara, Tracy, Tamara, Velicity, all busty goddesses of porn he had obsessed and jerked off to over the years. How about...

"Enough David," his mother said, replacing Velicity. "It definitely works and is only limited by your imagination, up to a certain point."

He gleefully clapped his hands together.

"What point? Do they have to do what ever I tell them? Can I..."

"They will serve you, but you have obligations as well."

"What obligations? What do you mean?" He thought specifically of his high school health teacher, a young woman whom he had fawned over. His mother shook her head.

"No more. Not now. We will do what is best for you at all times." She paused and continued, "This afterlife is here to repay you but also to teach you. You led a good, solid life. You provided for your family, worked hard and were a good member of the community. But you also took from people over the years, without giving anything back."

David was confused.

"What do you mean? I never stole from anyone that I can remember."

She shook her head.

"No, not stealing. You took without giving back. As far fetched as it may sound, the women you obsessed over on the computer all those years, had their dignity and spirit stolen from them a little bit at a time, every time you cued them up and pleasured yourself at their expense."

David threw his head back and laughed.

"At their expense? They were actors. They were getting paid to do that. How is that taking anything from them? Surely they knew what men like me were using them for."

She nodded.

"They did. But that still doesn't make it right." She smiled and patted his arm. "Enough for now. Why don't you take a look around and enjoy that coffee. I'll make breakfast."

David looked at her suspiciously and tried once more. Laura Lion...

She sighed.

"Out!" she said, but not unkindly.

David spent the next half hour walking through the home, his home. He found a multi-media room with an enormous screen. Powering up the system with the slim remote, he noticed buttons labeled, "Sports, Movies, TV, Porn" and pushed them separately. At each command, the screen would fill with the requested genre. He looked for a channel button, but there was none. He wondered if...

Simply by thinking about a particular sporting event, movie, TV show, brought it to instant life on the screen. He pressed the "Porn" button. Vivid, high definition fucking and sucking filled the screen and changed as rapidly as he thought of seeing something else. He felt his "improved" cock swell at the sights of his obsessions performing every act he'd seen or wished he'd seen them do. He sat mesmerized in a big viewing lounger and unconsciously reached down and gripped himself through his robe.

It surprised him how big and different this new cock felt. He cast an anxious look at the door, then settled back, opened his robe and allowed his dick to spring free. He grinned at it like he was a kid with a new toy, which he was. He gripped the wide shaft and experimentally pumped it a few times. So hot, so hard and so unlike what he was used to. A big glob of precum oozed from the tip and he gathered it up and used it to lubricate his stroking. David began to stroke himself urgently, his gaze centered on the myriad of sex acts flashing on the screen. He felt an almost overwhelming desire to jack off, to find release and pleasure. Reaching down with his other hand, he cradled his big sack and lightly tugged on the cum laden balls sloshing inside. They felt enormous and he was sure would put out significantly more than he had in the past.

Suddenly on the screen was one of his all-time favorite scenes: Samantha was flat on her back, Peter's cock slotted between her big tits and he was pumping himself towards what David knew would be an enormous facial all over the blonde slut's face. David could feel his balls rising up as the actor withdrew his cock from the woman's tits and stroked himself in front of her face. In time with the actor, David fervently pumped himself and steeled himself for the orgasm upon him.

Then...nothing. He stroked faster and faster, but the fall off the edge never came and he watched disappointed as Peter painted Samantha's face. David's cock was as hard as a rock, but no matter what he did, he could not make himself cum. He was startled when his mother's face filled the screen.

"That's enough for now David. Breakfast is ready on the patio."

Horrified that he had been discovered jacking off by his own mother, he rapidly stood and cinched the robe shut, willing his cock to deflate. Wait a minute, he suddenly thought. I'm dead. What do I have to be ashamed of? And didn't she say that she was here to cater to his every desire? Emboldened, he strode towards the patio.

His mother turned towards him from the table set for two.

"I thought that we might..."

"Don't ever do that to me again," David barked his face red from anger and embarrassment.

His mother simply nodded.

"As you wish. I was simply trying to keep you from..."

David cut her off, brushing past her to sit.

"And what's with this 'improved' body you've given me? My equipment worked better on the 45 year old version."

His mother sat across from him before commenting.

"As I said before, you have obligations that must be fulfilled before you can receive and enjoy all the pleasures that this place holds for you."

"What a crock of shit," David muttered, digging into his omelet. He abruptly dropped his fork to the china plate with a clatter, his mother's head jerking up, and her big blue eyes regarding him. "So far this place is just a high end resort with free porn. What if I don't fulfill these 'obligations'? What happens then?"

"Then the pleasure and release that you seek will continue to be denied you. And it will only grow more and more difficult to resist your carnal desires. You will be compelled to act on your urges. It will grow irresistible."

"And what if I don't? Can I leave? Because so far, I haven't seen a whole lot that makes me want to stay and put up with this bullshit," he said, hoping that she wouldn't see through his bluff.

His mother merely smiled at him.

"David, my dear, we both know you're bluffing, but for the sake of argument I'll answer. See that gate over there," she said, indicating a here to fore unseen gate set into the ivy covered brick wall. "If you decide that you no longer want to be here, simply walk through that door."

He looked at the gate.

"What's through there?"

"Another place like this, but different. You see, this afterlife is made up of places full of the things we want, but each desire has a price. If you reject one and move on to the next, the sacrifice grows progressively steeper and the rewards decrease as well"

He crossed his arms across his chest. "Again, how do I know if..."

"If it's all worth it?" she finished for him. She pushed herself away from the table and stood. "Tell you what David; I'll give you a freebie. You can decide for yourself. Stand up."

He stood as his mother walked towards him.

"But what's the price? How am I supposed to know if this will be worth it?"

"You won't. You can't until then, but this should give you an idea of what awaits you." With that she dropped to her knees before him and began to loosen her robe. David's mouth dropped open and he shut his eyes, shaking his head.

"No?" she said. "Then how about this..."

When he opened his eyes, standing before him was Veronica Zemanova, David's web obsession since he had discovered the internet. Her hair was long, extending to the middle of her back, and jet black. Her eyes were as dark as her hair and shone with mirth as she smiled at him. She pursed her full red lips and blew him a kiss.

"Better?" she asked in her thick Czech accent.

"Much!"

Veronica reached down and undid her robe, shrugging out of it. As it slid off her shoulders, David held his breath in expectation of what he would see. The top slopes of her breasts slid into view. The valley between the firm tits was deep, dark and inviting. Her nipples came into view, hard points of passion jutting out. Her tits hung natural and full, sloping slightly upon her chest. The robe hit the floor and she looked up at him, batting the impossibly long eyelashes. She winked sexily and then cupped her tits offering them to him. He bent forward until his mouth was mere inches from hers. Her breath smelled of cinnamon as she opened her mouth invitingly. David kissed her passionately, their tongues entwining. Her mouth tasted like honey as she sucked hungrily on his tongue. He reached out and tentatively touched the firm sides of her breasts. When she moaned deeply in her throat, he palmed the large globes, the soft flesh spilling over his hands.

Encouraged by her reaction, David slipped his hands down her flat, firm stomach, but she stopped him. 

"Uh huh. Not yet," she chastened. David stood back up and Veronica reached forward, unfastening his robe. She opened it wide and his cock sprung out, fully hard and aching for release.

Now remember," she said, looking up at him, "This can't happen in the future without your full participation. Got it?"

He nodded rapidly.

"Just suck me!" he croaked hoarsely.

Veronica opened her full red lips wide and extended her tongue, teasing his pulsing knob. Her right hand came up to stroke his thick shaft, pulling a glob of cum from the tip which she greedily slurped up. She wiped the wide knob over her lips, making them glisten with his cream. She popped just the head in her mouth, suckling it gently before she began to bob her head forward, taking more and more of his solid shaft between her lips.

He felt the spongy knob hit the back of her throat when she had half of him in her mouth. She paused, taking a deep breath before she plunged her mouth forward, sinking all of his length into her throat.

David gasped and threw his head back, his hands clenching at his sides before they came around and cradled her soft hair. He looked down and she was looking back up at him, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes, but she looked to be smiling. That is if someone can smile when they've got a big cock stuffed between their lips. She held the position, her lips fluttering around his base. Her tongue extended and teased his sack. He marveled at her ability and wondered what more she could do.

In a flash she backed off him, his now shiny cock bobbling in the air. Veronica gathered her tits in her hands and wrapped them around his rigid pipe. She spat saliva onto the exposed head and looked up at him.

"Fuck my tits, David."

It was a dream comes true as David began to pump his large dick slowly, but surely, between the busty nymph's tits. How many times he had imagined this very scenario, he thought, and now it was coming true!

Veronica's hands slid to the sides of her large globes, exposing the cherry pink nipples without being asked. David began to thrust faster between them, the boob flesh rippling and jiggling as his mighty shaft speared between them. How many men get to live out their fantasies like this, he thought. All too soon, however, he could feel the tightening in his groin as he pumped rapidly, and knew that his climax was not far off. He came to a stop and hissed between his teeth, trying to stave off the inevitable.

"Why are you stopping, baby?" Veronica asked.

"I don't want this to end so quickly. It feels so goddamn good!"

Veronica laughed and bent her head to suckle at his pulsing cock head.

"Silly! You can get it up as often as you want here! In fact, I encourage it. The more times you get off, the happier you'll be."

That was all he needed to hear. David pushed Veronica's hands away and palmed the firm orbs himself, squeezing them tightly around his pole. He began to pump his hips rapidly, his cock a blur of motion between the bobbling breasts. With a guttural cry, he burst forth, the first thick stream arcing up from between her tits to strike the underside of her chin wetly. He had the time to notice that that one shot was almost equal to his entire output while he was living, before his balls lurched again, spewing out an equally huge torrent of cum that flew over her shoulder. Twice more he exploded before Veronica slurped his cannon between her lips and sucked down the last three blasts.

As waves of pleasure washed over him, Veronica sucked him gently, her tongue swirling around his cock. He looked down at the thick stripes decorating her body. Better than Peter North himself, he thought.

"I've never seen so much cum!" Veronica purred. She took his cock out of her mouth and began to lick up and down the long shaft, gathering up any stray cum she came across.

David was amazed. His cock was as hard as it had ever been, pulsing and twitching on her tongue.

"Had enough?" Veronica said. "Or are you ready to take the next step."

He couldn't think of a single thing that would prevent him from continuing. He nodded his head.

Veronica stood and looked at him, smiling, her upper body criss-crossed by his load.

"So be it," she said. She reached to her side and unfastened the two clips holding the blue thong in place. She looked back up at David, but his attention was centered on the V splitting her legs.

David's first thought as she dropped the fabric to the ground was, "Now, where's she been hiding that?" Because, even though his attention had been centered on Veronica's magnificent bosom, the pe...correction...cock dangling between her legs was very large. It hung heavily, a long tube of flesh capped by a big mushroom knob, which he noticed, was beginning to swell with blood. There was no hair around the base. It didn't appear to be shaven, simply...hairless. He slowly raised his eyes back to Veronica's coal black eyes. The look on her face was one of patience as she waited for him to speak.

"You're...you're...a tranny? I mean, a transsexual?!" He felt his stomach flip inside him and wondered if he was going to destroy the tranquility of this place by vomiting. "What kind of sick joke is this?" he asked.

"No joke Daniel and no, I'm not a transsexual. I'm sure in your hours of perusing the web you have come across images that look much like me, no?"

He had in fact seen the pictures of bony shouldered, muscled lady-boys with limp, or at best, semi-limp dicks, masturbating or butt fucking some poor sap, while they attempted to look sexy with their mannish facial features.

"No, not like that," she said. "Do these look like any fake boobs you've seen on a tranny? Or this face? Not to brag, but I am quite beautiful, no?" He nodded his head and noticed that Veronica's cock was continuing its northerly migration. It was at half-mast, long and fat.

"Have you ever heard the term futanari?"

David shook his head.

"It's a Japanese term that means 'two forms'. On the web, it takes the form of comics, erotic stories. I'm not a man, I'm not a woman." She lifted her heavy cock and David could see the hairless slit at its base, framed by full, wet pussy lips. She chuckled before continuing. "In this place, I am both and I think you would agree that I possess perfect examples of both attributes, no?"

By now, the huge, solid cock was at a 45 degree angle from Veronica's flat stomach and extended just past her belly button.

"You don't really expect me to..."

"Yes, I do David. This is your reward. This is your punishment. All rolled up into one sexy package."

David laughed nervously.

"Shit! Here I thought that I had hit the jackp...I won't do it! You can't make me! I'm not a homosexual!" He crossed his arms stubbornly across his chest, noting that his erect cock had still not flagged. "Hell, I put up with no pussy for 10 years after puberty, how hard could eternity be?"

Veronica shook her head and looked at him sadly.

"I'm sorry David. Even if you could deny your desires that long, this place," she swept her arms out. "This place will not allow it. It will grow painful, unbearable to you if you do not find release. And it will only get worse the longer you try to hold out." She stepped forward and reached out a hand, caressing his face. He jerked from her as if scalded. "Do not do this to yourself, my David. I do not want to see you in the agony that awaits you. Get past your hang ups, your preconceived notions of what you think it will be like." She reached out to him again and touched his face. This time he let the soft hand stay against his cheek, his head down, his eyes unfocused, but filled with the image of her pulsing cock. "Trust me. It will be so good, the pleasure so fulfilling, that you will wonder why you ever hesitated."

David felt a hotness against his cock and his eyes focused on their two equally huge and hard cocks, jutting up and touching midway up their heavily veined shafts. He jumped back and fixed the beautiful woman with a hard eye.

"Never," he whispered and turned back into the house.

*

David wandered about the home aimlessly, his mind a whirl of random images and scenes from his life. All those hours spent hunched in front of the computer. Was this what it got him? Was he really expected to believe that he was destined to spend eternity as a punk for some...some dick-girl as a result of his 'victimization' of those countless women over the years? He refused to accept this, but the dull ache in his balls was getting progressively worse.

He found himself back in the multi-media room and looked longingly at the floor to ceiling screen. He sighed heavily, shaking his head. He spied the remote where he had dropped it and angrily snatched it up, cueing up the Porn channel.

A montage of busty women and well hung men scrolled across the screen, engaged in every lewd act that crossed David's mind, as soon as it popped into his mind. Without taking his eyes from the screen, he backed up and went to sit in the chair. His bare ass contacted something and he turned to find a tube of KY jelly. He knew that hadn't been there before, but he took it and unscrewed the cap without question.

Squeezing a dollop of the lubricant into his palm, he began to work it over his stiff cock. As the lurid images scrolled rapidly across the screen, he jacked himself faster and faster. Time and again he felt he was on the brink of a mind shattering orgasm, but it continued to hover just out of reach. His teeth ground together in his frustration, but no matter how hard he tried, the release he so eagerly sought eluded him. His left hand urgently tugged at his full sack and then slipped lower.

Hesitantly, at first, his index finger slipped into his tight ass. The bloom of pleasure deep within him encouraged him and he eased his searching finger higher past the rings of muscle until it was as far as he could plunge it. He was close, so close he felt. "Fuck her, fuck this place, I don't need..."

Like a branding iron had been plunged into his rectum, searing pain pierced his guts and he screamed. The pain was excruciating, like nothing he had ever experienced. He yanked his hands away and bolted off the chair, but the pain continued to engulf him. He lurched into the center of the room and fell to his knees gasping. What could only be described as a migraine times ten filled his brain. His head felt like it was going to burst open.

"David. David, come to me."

He blearily raised his head to see Veronica looking down at him from the screen, her face a picture of tranquility. "Come to me and all will be made right."

Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed from the pain. He levered himself off the ground and stumbled towards the patio.

While not as intense, the pain he felt was still there, like a dull ache, as he walked towards Veronica on the patio. She held her hands out to him and embraced him, running her fingers through his sweat slick hair as he slumped, his face pressed between her large, firm breasts. The burning feeling in his guts and the stabbing throbs in his brain receded somewhat as he clutched Veronica's soft, curvy body to his.

There was no mistaking the hotness of her cock pressed alongside his, snuggled between their bodies. He felt an impulse to jerk back from the sensation, but sharp pains in his stomach and head dissuaded him.

"It's going to be alright David. I promise you. Give yourself to me and untold pleasures await you. Remember how I told you the pain only gets worse the longer you try to resist?" He nodded his head and stood up to look her in the eyes. Over her shoulder he could see the ivy covered gate which led out. He briefly considered...but a sharp pain behind his eyes brought his attention back to Veronica. "David, the pleasures I can give you here also increase the more you willingly give yourself to me and I stress willingly."

David took a deep breath. He was willing to consider anything to get rid of this pain.

"Ok, what do you want? Can I just jerk you off?"

Veronica laughed at him, but not unkindly.

"Would you be satisfied with just a hand job? Again David, the more you please me, the more I can please you and the more of this place I can offer you."

He felt he had no choice. If he thought this price was high, how costly would it be for him to walk through that gate? He lowered his face to her throat and began to lick and suck tenderly. Veronica hummed and exposed more of her neck to him. David felt like his fist was moving in slow motion as he insinuated it between their bodies and brushed it across her hard cock. She hissed between her full, red lips.

"That's it baby. Don't be afraid. Hold it in your hand. Feel what I have for you."

David opened his palm and gripped the thick stalk. It felt like his hand was operating outside the control of his body as he squeezed the fat tube and tentatively began to stroke it.

"Your doing fine David. Think about what you like. What makes you feel good? Do that to me."

David was kissing lower on her body, his mouth trailing across the generous slopes of her breasts. His tongue flicked over her erect nipples and drew them in turn into his mouth. He was now stroking her cock with no hesitation, the steady drool of her precum slicking his hand. It felt hot and slippery and he worked it around and up and down the throbbing pole. His mouth dropped lower, kissing her flat stomach. He wormed his tongue into her belly button and she gasped appreciatively.

It's now or never, David thought, and dropped to his knees.

The wide, throbbing knob hung before him as he whipped his hand up and down the hot shaft. Nervously, he licked his lips. He could smell the clean scent of her skin and feel the heat coming off her thick cock, like a burning coal was suspended in front of his face. He raised his eyes to hers to see that she was smiling down at him.

"Go ahead David. Give in to it. Suck my cock."

He looked back down and took a deep breath before opening his mouth and before chickening out, dropped it over the bulky head. It was like a fresh hot dog from a street vendor, he rationalized. The skin of her cock was smooth, with an underlying hardness beneath her soft flesh. The taste was tart and salty. He removed his hands from where they rested on his lap and skinned them up her silky legs. Knowing what he liked, he moved a hand between her legs, making to caress her balls and was momentarily taken aback to find her wet pussy lips. He heard her giggle and looked up.

"I don't have external testicles David, but thank you for trying. Put your finger in me. Feel how tight and hot I am. That's what awaits you."

David thumbed her erect clit and teased her outer lips before inserting it into her tight cunt. He had never felt such a tight pussy, and even though his real life experience was limited, knew that the pleasure of fucking her would be second to none. The angle of his hand allowed him to cup the bottom cheeks of her ass while he thrust his thumb into her pussy, the juices hot and sticky and coating his digit copiously. He slid his middle finger between her taut cheeks and poked it to the second knuckle in her tight ass hole. Veronica caressed his hair while he six-packed her.

"Are you just going to hold it in your mouth?" Veronica asked with a chuckle.

David raised his eyes. He'd almost forgotten he had a dick in his mouth for the first time and drew back, the thick cock swinging up with a plop.

"I...I'm not sure what to do," he stammered.

"Just do what you like David," Veronica said, caressing his cheek. "Use your tongue; use your teeth, but not too much. Suck on it like you would a lollipop."

David extended his tongue and began to slurp all around the oozing cock. The more he did, the more he noticed that the pain which had been so intense earlier seemed to fade. He opened his mouth and slid it over her cock. He swirled his tongue along the underside and began to suck gently. Veronica began to gently rock her sweet hips to and fro, pumping just a couple of inches in and out of his sucking mouth. Her small hands cradled his head.

As the thick cock slid wetly over his tongue, David thought, I'll never be able to take that whole...

"This is enough for now David. Trust me, it feels so good. As you gain experience, we can try more," Veronica whispered. Her cock was steadily oozing cream which he swallowed down as fast as it came. It seemed the more she put out, the more he craved. It tasted tart and tangy and gone was his disgust. He'd never even tasted his own as many times as he had shot it on his own stomach or in a tissue, but wondered what he had been afraid of. It tasted wonderful!

Veronica was pumping more rapidly between his smacking lips. Unconsciously, David gripped his own cock with his free hand, but then almost pulled it away in fear of bringing back the pain. He experimentally stroked himself and it only felt good, so he continued to do so while finger fucking both of her holes and sucking her tasty prick.

With a wet smack, Veronica pulled herself out of his mouth and stepped back, forcing him to remove his fingers from her. He kneeled there, jacking himself as she stood over him and stroked herself. He looked up at her.

"Did I do something wrong? Please, it feels so good! I won't to suck you some more!"

"Sweet David," she smiled. "We have eternity for you to suck my cock, but now I want your virgin ass."

David's eyes flew open wide. He had been so caught up in the unexpected pleasure of sucking her cock that he hadn't thought about the next logical step. He eyed the huge phallus and wondered how it would ever fit, but he knew he must do it. His balls were full of cum and he was desperate to orgasm. If this is what must happen, then...

"Tell me how," he whispered submissively.

"On the lounger. On your knees. Rest your head down and I will take you places you never thought possible."

David stood and walked over to the reclined lounger, his stiff cock wagging in front of him. He knelt on the cushions and put his hands down, assuming a position on all fours. Veronica came up behind him and pressed his head and shoulders gently down to the fabric. He turned his head as far to the side as he could and strained to see what she was doing behind him.

A tube of KY jelly was in her hand and she was slicking up her prodigious pole with its slippery goop. Apparently satisfied with her efforts, she squeezed a glop onto his totally exposed bung. The lubricant felt cool against his ring. He felt her rest a small hand on one of his upraised buttocks and then next felt her swirl the KY around with the first two fingers of her other. Slowly she began to tease the outer ring of muscle. David tensed.

"Relax David. It will go so much easier if you do."

He breathed deeply and tried to will his ass muscles loose.

Veronica slowly inserted one finger, pushing slowly forward. David hissed between his teeth. It actually felt good as she began to leisurely pump her finger in his ass. His erection strained forward. It felt like the nerves in his cock were directly connected with the ones in his clutching ass and he thought that it was likely they were.

Veronica slid her middle finger into his ass alongside the other and David gasped. He felt so full with those two slim digits. She'd never get that big co...

"When I begin to fuck you David, push back at me. As gross as it may sound, if you will pretend you are taking a shit, it will be much easier."

"But what if I..."

"Trust me, you won't. You'll never need to here. This morning you only had to use the bathroom because we thought it would make it easier to adjust if you did what you normally do upon getting out of bed."

She pulled her fingers from his ass and he felt the ring close with an almost audible snap.

 "Are you ready my David?" she asked in her thick, sexy accent.

He took a deep breath.

"Fuck me."

Veronica placed her wide knob right on top of his hole and he could feel its heat against the ring and his ass cheeks. She began to push forward. David grimaced at the feeling, the spongy knob insinuating itself, steadily boring forward. Veronica gave a quick thrust and was through, the first ring snapping over the wide knob. David yelped and bit the chair cushion. She slid her warm hands up and down his back, calming him as his body shrank from the big intruder.

"Remember, push against me David."

David concentrated on relaxing and pushing his guts out in a releasing manner as Veronica resumed her pressure. She steadily slid forward. David felt so full and packed, like he had just spent two hours at a Chinese buffet. The pain of her entry was slipping away, slowly being replaced by a glow in his belly. Little pin pricks of pleasure sparked in his brain. Veronica had about half of her big cock in his ass when she stopped and rolled her hips.

"Uhhhhh," David groaned into the cushion. "That feels good Veronica. Do that some more."

Veronica continued to roll her hips slowly and pulled steadily back until only the fat knob remained lodged in his ass. She then started pumping her slim hips, working a few inches in and out of his ass, allowing him time to get used to the thick shaft.

David marveled at how good it felt to have her cock in his ass. So this is what all the fuss is about, he chuckled to himself. He took back every condescending thought he'd had about homosexuals before. And the best part he thought, as he raised himself up on his hands, his back arching, was that he had the best of both worlds now: any gorgeous woman he wanted, complete with big tits, tight pussy and ass, plus a perfect cock.

David looked back over his shoulder as Veronica sped up her strokes in his ass. Her big tits swung about as her hips flew forward. She was now working over half of the big cock in his tight ass, and it felt wonderful, he thought. Veronica smiled at him and gripped his hips, speeding up even more.

"See David, I told you it would be glorious."

He shuddered from the pleasure, his cock and balls slapping against his stomach from the force of Veronica's fuck strokes.

"It is, it is. Thank you so much." He squeezed his eyes shut from the pleasure of the butt fucking prick. He wondered what it would feel like when she came in his ass, he wondered if...

Something brushed against his lips and startled, his eyes flew open. Another thick cock, identical to the one buggering his ass was poised in front of his mouth. He looked up past the slim hips and flat stomach, over the big tits to see blue eyes, blond hair and a wide smile.

It was Adele Stephens, Veronica's frequent partner for photo shoots.

"See David," Adele said, "We told you it would only get better."

David whimpered and opened his mouth, his tongue lolling out. Adele wasted no time, thrusting her big cock into his open maw. David sucked hard, savoring the hot flesh.

The busty goddesses battered his submissive body from either end, one plunging forward while the other withdrew. Wet smacks filled the air in accompaniment to David's grunts.

When David felt Veronica's warm hand reach around his hips and begin to fervently stroke his cock, he screamed around the mouthful of flesh in his mouth and sucked harder, eager for his release. Adele pumped his mouth rapidly and then moaned, her big cock lurching in his mouth. When the first big globs of cum filled his mouth, David began frantically swallowing the tasty cream. His mouth craved the slimy spunk as it slid down his throat. Adele withdrew from his mouth and began to spurt onto his outstretched tongue.

Veronica screamed in ecstasy behind him, her cock swelling in the tight confines of David's ass before belching forth stream after thick stream of hot spunk. David could feel the hot, wet splashes in his guts and his dick lurched in her hand, spewing forth his climax before him. He whimpered in pleasure as his balls emptied the copious load and he sucked Adele's offered prick back into his mouth. He felt like the earth was swallowing him whole. Pure pleasure engulfed his body as his orgasm trailed off as did Veronica's pumping of his ass. She withdrew herself, as did Adele and they stood before him, their large cocks still towering skyward.

"I'm so proud of you David," Veronica said. "Now all the glories of this place can be yours. Name your pleasure."

"I want to fuck you," he whispered, his still hard cock twitching as he stroked it. "And I want you to fuck my ass at the same time," indicating Adele.

The women smiled. Veronica dropped to an adjacent lounger and lay down, her thick cock jutting up from her slim hips. She spread her legs, exposing the hairless slit and tight ass hole just behind the thick base of her prick. She trailed a finger through her folds.

"Which hole lover?"

"Both." David walked forward and positioned himself between her legs. Veronica began stroking her cock as he teased his juicy knob between her pussy lips and began to slide forward.

"Ohhh, that's it baby. Fuck me with that hard cock," she cooed.

He began to hunch himself forward rapidly. What reason was there to hold back? He hadn't had three orgasms in a day in probably 20 years. David felt Adele's hand on his shoulder and he lowered himself over Veronica, her big tits slapping against his chest as he pumped her mercilessly.

"Uh, uh, uh, fuck me, fuck me!" she wailed.

David felt Adele's hard cock hunching between his cheeks and stopped fucking Veronica's piping hot box. He pulled out and slotted his knob at her ass. She reached down and grasped her knees, pulling them backwards and opening herself to him. He forcefully fucked himself past the tight ring with one thrust. Veronica screamed aloud and raked his chest with her long fingernails, drawing blood. As if in retribution, Adele similarly pumped his ass guts full of her wide prick and began to hammer his butt in time with his pumping of Veronica.

The three lovers moaned and grunted. Sweat flew from their bodies as they slammed into each other time and again. Veronica's ass fit his cock like a glove and he battered it relentlessly. He felt Adele's hands on his shoulders, gripping for leverage, her cock plunging balls deep time and again. David was licking and sucking Veronica's ear as she screamed and cried into his.

"Here it comes baby," he moaned. "Take all my hot load!"

He exploded into her fluttering ass muscles at the same time Adele filled his chute with her cream. David felt wet splatters against his chest from Veronica's erupting cock trapped between them. The three of them lurched and trembled from the pleasure of their simultaneous climaxes. It seemed to go on and on and just when David felt he had nothing left to give, his cock would lurch again, pumping another stream into Veronica's buttery hot ass.

David felt Adele's soft breasts brush against his back as she leaned down and licked his ear tenderly.

"See my David? Do you see?"

At first he thought his mind was playing tricks on him as he raised his head and watched the vines growing over the gate set into the side of the wall, until no opening could be seen.

He looked down into the most beautiful face he'd ever laid eyes on. Veronica smiled up at him and began to rotate her hips, rolling his still hard cock in her cum filled butt. Behind him, Adele was lazily pumping her cock to and fro in his spasming ass.

David still wasn't sure if he was in heaven or hell, but one thing he knew for certain was...

"I'm home."