Try Me! Chapter 3 - First Experience of the Worlds
#3 of Try Me!
Sam pulled up his tight boxers, the seam snug against his lips and sheath. His hips and bum were way fuller and his B-cup breasts were pushing against his top, the nipples very visible, dark against the white tee. His face was tomboyish and cute, his hair having grown slightly and become shinier. He looked almost elven and although 40% male, looked hot in his own way. He looked at his model spinning naked and giggled. *I would so fuck myself. Even that giggle is so adorable. It will be funny to scare people with this* he thought, stroking his sheath. He pressed the back button and hovered over the worlds menu. He smiled and clicked it
A huge menu opened up. There were initial backgrounds he could choose= modern day, past (such as victorian, middle ages, roman, greek etc), future, Sci-fi (Asimov, huxlean, Orwellian, Wellsian, Lucasian, Star trek etc), Fantasy (Mythological greek, roman, middle ages, Tolkienian, Kingian [Stephen] etc..) and an "Other" menu (single room scenarios, harems, existential scenarios). He moved away from the "other" menu and hovered over the modern day option, shook his head, thinking it is too ordinary, and clicked on the Mythological greek world. There were options again. He could take part in the myths, as the heroes, villains or Gods. There was another option with the ability to be in the presence of centaurs, or satyrs, or nymphs... There was a "random" button which caught his eye.
He clicked it and was taken to a "dress" menu. He decided on a plain tunic that would show off his curves subtly, but which was oh so slightly see through, so someone looking very hard could see his nipples, cock and cunt, although you had to be outright staring. He finally had an option to change his name in this world. He thought for a second, then smiled and wrote Hermaphrodite (pronounced hermaphroditee), copying the name of the original Herm. He clicked the enter button and a warning flashed up. It said, for him to exit, he had to say his real name three times in a row and then exit once. He smiled and pressed ok.
There was an odd noise and his vision went blurry. He closed his eyes for a second till the noise ended. He was dressed in the tunic and in a clearing. He blew a strand of hair away from his face. He was wearing sandals, pronouncing his fairly petite feet. He felt airy and realised the soft, see through material didn't protect even his breasts from any gentle breeze. He giggled, his large nipples pushing against the material. If anyone saw him, they would probably mistake him for a nymph. He walked, his legs not even close to touching as he strode, despite him almost walking with one foot in front of the other, betraying the lack of fat on them. He heard a rustle in the trees ahead of him and stopped; slightly worried that someone was there.
He heard the clop of cloven hooves walking over cobbles. He waited in anticipation to see what would appear from behind the bushes. Into view suddenly came an erection. It was purple and veiny, dripping pre softly onto the ground. He giggled and suddenly saw the owner of said erection pop into view. A satyr appeared, naked and very erect. The satyr was not unkind to his eyes and he felt a stirring in his loins, the musky scent making his nipples darker and harder. He waved, shy and worried that he may be raped (satyrs have reputations, not that he wouldn't enjoy it). The satyr smiled and responded verbally "My, what do we have here? Such a specimen; although not entirely female smelling. That really does smell good!" The satyr gave the hard cock a tug, more pre spurting out. "I am Sitellius, a satyr as you can probably see. And who are you, or perhaps what are you?"
"I am Hermaphrodite" he said smiling "and I'm not exactly sure what you could call me, only that I am not entirely human in makeup". The satyr laughed "I can smell that! And not exactly female. The odd smell is definitely from your cock, but I can't tell what it is, not that your dripping cunt deserves to be left out of this." Sam looked surprised at his accuracy and vulgarity, and more than a little turned on. To be honest he was dripping a bit, sweet pussy sap running down his hairless legs. He felt his cock stirring, but realised that not only was it prehensile, but he could also control the erections. He kept it hidden for the moment.
The satyr takes a step forward, his cock bouncing obscenely. Sam blushed, very visibly going red to his chest. He stepped forward himself, jarring slightly so his pert breasts bounced. His so called "cunt" was aching, wanting to be filled, not that he had felt said feeling before. He stopped a drip on his leg, tracing it up and pulling up the tunic at the same time. He revealed a glimpse of his drenched lips, and then scooped up the liquid he collected and tasted it. Ooh, strawberry *damn this program is good* He thought. He offered his finger to the satyr who looked like he was about to burst from lust, his hands pumping the manhood. The satyr took the finger greedily and licked it, eyes lighting up. He pushed Sam onto his back and hitched up the tunic, showing the sopping lips and sheath. He was pretty sure that his cock would be leaking onto his breasts right now if he had let it grow.
The satyr plunged his tongue into Sam. He suppressed a squeal but a second later a squeak escaped his lips. The warmth he had felt when he had first tried a pussy out came back with a vengeance. He twitched and writhed, pinching his nipples, happy that they felt good, reminding him fully of his dual nature and the newness of all of it. He tried to push the tongue deeper and deeper, the over sensitised pussy getting closer to the edge in literally no time. He was almost there when the satyr stopped. He mourned the loss but this loss was soon forgotten when he was invaded by the large cock. He came instantly, his cock (knot and all) bursting out of his sheath, self-control gone, and spraying thick white seed. Instead of the usual over-sensitivity, it began building up again as the satyr thrust.
The pleasure was just increasing and he came again as he was thrust into, his prehensile cock swinging this way and that, spurting seed at all sides. He moaned and writhed. He felt his cock get enveloped, and saw the satyr take it into his mouth. The pleasure was now twofold and difficult not to give into thanks to it being much more intense than normal. The Satyr ended up French kissing the cock in his mouth as it moved and spurted cum into the hungry satyr's belly. He felt the pleasure getting too intense and felt as if his pussy had suddenly got tighter around the cock inside him
He felt a blast against his inner walls as he realised the satyr was coming into him. It was his last thought before he plateaued again, this time passing out from the combined pleasure of being filled, cummed into and sucked off.
He woke up, feeling empty and very wet. He was covered in cum, his pussy still leaking white fluid slowly. His lover was nowhere to be seen. He sighed. He had wanted to thank him, although he didn't know what else he could do in this body to thank him than had already been done. His twisting prehensile doggy cock retreated back into its confortable sheath and he smiled. He said "Sam" three times, then "exit" and heard the odd sound again, this time closing his eyes. He opened his eyes again and was back in his chair, completely dry and reclothed in his t-shirt and undies. His sore pussy still felt wet though, although it was probably just him.
He felt a wave of tiredness overcome him and passed out in his chair.