Aug-Gasm
A well laiden hermaphrodite dragon returns from the gym, bringing her unyielding angst for dominant, gritty, hardcore anal sex home with her. She then makes love to her casual sex partner, who just so happens to have brought his friends around again.
Aug-Gasm
Hey there SoFurry. First submission here. Funny, I always thought my first submission here would be a crudely slapped-together Photoshop picture, but seeing how my PC went AWOL last month with a giga-virus and I'm constantly stalling; that won't likely be happening anytime soon. So instead I made this textual behemoth, (a behemoth by my standards anyway) featuring a lot of Herm, Herm-on-Male, (Femboys) Anal, Oral, Ass-Worship, Rough Sex, and even a little Masochism. The main character is a bright-blue wingless 'Bulgarian Blue-Tail' (Harry Potter references FTW) Dragon hermaphrodite named Aug; who has a very prevalent fetishism for dominant, gritty, hardcore anal sex with subordinate effeminate males of exceptionally slender and woman-like builds, ergo: The Femboy.
Enjoy. I think I did pretty good on this for a first try at writing, and I've already got a few 'sequels' planned. Oh and Final Warning in case you skipped the last paragraph above: CONTAINS SEX. LOTS AND LOTS OF SEX. PLEASE ONLY READ IF YOU LIKE SEX. PARTICULARLY HARDCORE SODOMY BETWEEN MALES AND HERMAPHRODITES. THANK YOU.
Also this entire thing was done rather painstakingly on a BlackBerry PlayBook, so I deserve a fucking Easter-Egg or something.
Aug came home that afternoon to exactly what she expected. She always worked out pretty late, engaging in beyond-vexing exercises and hard-ass routines, looking to hone and tone her massive 6'2 frame. So far, her work at Vinny's Gym had payed off more than tenfold in return though; her biceps were looking bigger than ever and her thighs were simply bulging with muscles now. Dragons had always been a naturally adept race at developing their muscles, she remembered reading. 'Stronger and faster to develop by simple genetics; an abundance of spare cell nuclei and a natural retination of hard aminos all combining to make them the ultimate bodybuilders', or something like that. Still, for what she set out to do Aug was more than happy with herself. She wasn't a hulking mass of steroid-aided muscle like the more avid bodybuilders at the gym, that was certain. And her shape was still undeniably female, with slick curves, thin wrists and ankles, no particularly prominent pectorals, etc. What she had done is beaten off just enough pounds and shredded just enough reps with the guys to see herself finally have that dream body of her's, the one she'd always wanted to have.
From tip to toe with her thin, dragon-pad claw feet, and her supple, curvaceous calves, to her muscle-laden thighs, simply bulging with success, to her thin-but-broad, comely, child-bearing hips. To her slender little waist, stacked down with rock-hard abdominal muscles, to her huge pornstars mammaries, bright blue like the rest of her figure and the size of a large melon each. Finally to her shoulders and arms, lithe and girlish but still formidably big, a joy to behold whenever she flexed them. As a 'Bulgarian Blue-Tail' species she had no wings, but instead stubby blue dorsal appendages, particularly prominent on her shoulder blades, though otherwise running all the way down her spine from the tip of her aquatic fin-tipped tail to the top of her neck. A wingless Dragon was often easier to insult or joke about, especially amongst her dragon kin, but she paid it no mind. It was especially peculiar given their entirely vestigial nature on anthros; but that was largely why she shunned the idea of wings anyway, that and because of the false sense of stature and pseudo-entitlement they seemed to impose on people. Her look was rounded off by a handsome round dragon maw, thick rubbery-black lips, and strikingly absorbent emerald green eyes; beautiful but deadly by reputation. Her shiny black bang of brilliant dragon hair all but failed to conceal her aquatic-looking ear-fins, but it made the 23 year old dragon no matter whatsoever, she knew no-one is perfect, or ever will be, for that matter.
A day on the other hand, a day could be, she supposed. She came home just in time, clad in a grey, sweat-soaked 'Vinny's Gym' sportswear vest ending just above her belly button, the smooth fabric so clingy and snug it was barely containing her perfectly-developed chest-balloons. A great deal of cleavage was on display, the smooth blue skin glistening between the more-than-modest-collar-gap in the cloth. On her lower half however she was sporting a simple pair of compact fitness shorts, jet-black in appearance and just the thingfor exposing her supple, muscular form, especially those exceptionally comely hips. A bright, neon-green G-string decorated those said sensuous hips with an extra-dash of pure sex appeal, the thin lycra straps emerging upwards and diagonally from her compact shorts then contouring to her hips' voluptuous shape. Her time at the gym today had given her quite the sweaty résumé, she knew, with a very potent musk and a few token sweat patches in the most choice areas. The musky stench of her sweat only served to help turn on Max more however, she knew - and boy have things been turned on lately, she added. For the last few weeks, whenever Aug came home, shiny with sweat and literally bursting with sexual angst, (as she often was), Max would be waiting there for her with his head-down-low and his ass-held-high, cheeks spread and everything. That was just normal though, he was always ready and eager for her when she came home. What wasn't normal however was the two sexy-ass otter-bois he'd started bringing around with him; equally as hot/slutty as him and downright crazy for dragon-cock, she thought_._ She had taken quite the likening to Max bringing the two twins around, week-in, week-out, (gods be good, three asses were better to fuck than one, after all), and if the gods were good, they'd be here again today.
Those two had the tightest little otter-asses; a pair of gorgeously golden-brown, round, furry-buns, packed either side of a painstakingly inviting balloon-knot-pucker, always winking, always wanting, she remembered. They had cute round faces, identical in truth, with sweet blonde locks hanging down just below their cheeks, and they were host to strikingly slender builds, ever feminine in shape, about 5'5 in height, and topped off with a pair of remarkably feminine hips. A real wonder to behold, she knew.They would lean there side by side on all fours kissing with one another affectionately, all the while Aug took them from behind, their fluorescent amber-orange eyes barely flinching at all as she pumped both of them full with reckless abandon. Their little pricks would throb below them, spurting their pointless seed all over Aug's plain blue bed sheets. Max wouldn't be far behind either, the equally lithe purple mouse-boi tugging at his own meat tenaciously on the seat by the door, all for the show. I suppose I'm a bit of an exhibitionist now, she chuckled. As of late, the only thing Max enjoyed more than taking Aug's huge cock in his ass was watching Aug fuck the twins in the ass, and Aug was more than happy to oblige. It's not as if I don't give him his fair share of anal lovin' after I've pumped the other two, she added. Plus, she nearly always saved her massive load, throughout all her frantic porking of the three femboys; specifically so she could spend it inside Max's hole. Almost always. And she knew he took quite some satisfaction from that every time. After all, I am his alpha; my seed is very valuable to him, she supposed. Then she would have the two little otters slurp-up the sticky substance as it leaked from his ass, no doubt quite the experience from Max's side of things but a tantalizing view for her either way. Regardless of that though, the point was that all three boys got there owns worth from her.
When she opened the bedroom door, still clad in sweat and oozing musk, she was already undoing the navy blue fastening lace in her snug black fitness-shorts. She hardly even got the door halfway open when she sighted her sweet little mouse-boi on his hands and knees atop her bed. Max was a tiny little creature, no bigger than 5'4, with a very petite frame more akin to a girl's than a boy's. He had a small, untidy, shaggy brisk of rebellious purple hair, the same color as his fur, sloped unevenly atop his head, parting downwards between his overtly large ears. He too had a deliciously compact, tight hiney, and childish girl-hips, rounded off by his cute little button nose and gorgeous azure eyes - always eyeing only one thing, she knew_._ As he rocked there side to side, swaying his tiny rump seductively towards his domineering mate, Aug's polished black lips curled into a wicked, resolute smile. She was getting hard already.
"And so my little mouse is ready for my girth yet again. You've done well. Keep your hips still, though, boy. I have half a mind to fuck you raw_."She always put on an authoritarian tone around him in the house, although it was pretty much the only place where she ever seen him; because it meant that the rules of her household had come into play. They had established these special rules quite some time ago, right after she first took the frail little mouse-boi in her caring, honest arms, if only to fuck his then-virgin rear raw from the comfort of her own couch. She couldn't really recite the rules to someone on-the-spot herself, but she knew that Max could, and in fact often did during sex; what with him loving them so much. He even went so far as to write them up formally on some sheets of paper in case she ever forgot them, but also to make sure they were 'legally binding' should she ever disregard her promise because she was too tired or busy. _Small chance of that happening any time soon. The first page of the rule book went something like this:
"I come home, you are ready to fuck. You're just a thing to me; a tight little cock-slut with a hot ass and a wet mouth. You're a faggot-like, skinny little mouse-boy with a useless, limp, teany sausage. - You shall never use it. I will come home, and I will take you. From behind preferably. That is all. And you will take all of me. There will be no half measures. Your asshole is my cock-sleeve now and I intend to use it. Afterwards you may warm my bed; but that is merely a courtesy more than an actual display of affection. Do we have an understanding?"- And little Max never looked more happier from that day than the moment Aug had told him those more-than-biased household rules. Nodding, he leapt straight up onto her bed like a boy reborn, jerking down his tiny white panties for her as fast as a speeding bullet. Suckling on a cheeky, seductive forefinger, he leaned back to Aug with those drop-dead-sexy 'fuck-me' eyes and proceeded to lube up his tender pink hole. Aug had approached him at once, inspecting the lacey white thong the mouse-boi had discarded down to his knees with a stern finger and thumb, saying "Yes, these will do just nicely.See that you wear these more often. I want to fuck a dirty little cock-slut when I get home." And just like that, another undeniable rule had been added to her ever-growing constitution, the constitution that made Aug's household the ultra-sexy resolute dick-tatorship that it was today. But that were some time ago, and he was wearing similar panties today. At least he knows what is good for him...
"H-half a mind!?" He blurted out, clearly more than a little upset by the notion.
"Ah, my boy is a good listener." She looked him in his timid little eyes, wide with shock. "You see, I do believe my little mouse has disappointed me, even if it is just a little bit..." She began to caress her now-stirring member, her loins slowly awakening from beneath her clothing. Even her pussy was getting a little tingly, futile as that is though, she thought. She could feel the semi-hardening mass inside, itching against the tight, confining, flat front-pouch of her G-string, one of the elastic thin strips tugging at the ridge of her glans as she rubbed at it, but tugging pleasingly so.
"D-d-disappointed you!!?" Now he just felt plain hurt. "What have I done? Why? I thought you would be happy!" Have gave another apologetic shake of his purple little booty, still oblivious to the cause of her concerns.
"I am happy!" She snapped, perhaps a little too sharpish, "It's just... well, where are my otter twins?" She finally asked, toying with the thin elastic straps of the said neon-green G-string with a solitary finger either side of her hips, wherein it was that the racy garment peered out of her shorts flamboyantly.
"T-the otter twins?" Max stuttered abjectly, but Aug paid no attention.
She strolled over to inspect her mouse-boi's rump. It was virtually unconcealed save for a tight, lacey pink thong, hilariously immodest and deliciously slutty, but it was no less than she desired (she was wearing something similar herself, after all.) She took a lone finger and guided it to where his pucker lies under the fabric and twisted it inside, pushing barely past the first knuckle to where she could feel the warmth from within, always strangely damp, and always hungry for her manhood. This hole was made to take cocks, she knew.Max arched his spine flexibly in response to the welcomed intrusion, leaning backwards to let out a coo of loving approval to his larger mate; not that I need it. He reared his mouse-boi tail over her arm, a slightly lighter shade of purple than the rest of his body, though equally articulate, to tug and pull at the lace of her shorts, still concealing that massive girth of hers vexingly. "Mmmm... my mistress is horny today, it would seem. Teeheehee." He giggled, concealing his childish grin with one hand as his tail undone the aggravatingly stubborn lace at her loins, and Aug's sports-shorts fell at last.
Her shorts hit the floor and her hardening red-dragon-mast was exposed, springing free from confinement but only from the side of her racey green G-string, balls and all included. Apparently the sheer size of her rapidly-hardening length had caused it to spring free by itself, pushing out from the side of the sexy-thin garment, although making it point slightly to the left. Aug had an unruly big phallus, about 14 and a 1/2 inches long when erect, and a good solid shade of vibrant, shiny red, (a great contrast of color to her bright blue scales elsewhere on her body, and also the neon green thong restraining her cock at the side.) It had tiny, mottled, dark-black speckles fading towards the head, which was rounded and human-like in shape rather than pointed and animalistic like some rarer species of anthro-Dragons had. All this was seated plainly to see atop her smooth, twin, tennis-ball-sized orbs, a shiny shade of baby blue like the rest of the scales on her belly, inner-thighs, breasts and inner-neck. They too were poised slightly awkward because of her G-string, which was still restricting them from the side even though they had managed to pop free when her cock did.
And that cock was a good 9" hard now too, although it was still curved downwards slightly and somewhat limp in appearance so far, yet already a good 1" bigger than her receptive partner's penis when fully aroused (and if the shiny-red 8" prick oozing pre between his legs was any sort of indication, he was fully aroused.) Max was indifferent, however, and wasted basically no time at all curling his tail around the meaty organ as if it were his hand. The incredibly dextrous appendage managed to coil a good 1/5 of its length around her girth with remarkably smooth ease. The sot flesh felt good, wrapped like a firm spring along the wanton member, but she could tell that wasn't quite enough for Max; he'd pleasured her with his tail often enough for her to know. Being the eager mouse he was, he tightened the grip of his tail and squeezed, feeling the heated blood inside pulsate and burn from within. Dragon-dicks were always the hottest.
"You didn't answer my question, Max. Perhaps you misheard me." He attempted to protest, but Aug simply bucked her anally-intruding forefinger forward sharpishly, halfway past her 2nd knuckle, but still concealed by the fabric of his pink satin thong.
"Oh!" he let out a girlish whimper in response, tightening his anal ring and the grip of his tail on Aug's still-hardening-dragon-member, but he immediately untightened, probably seeing how both could be seen as counter-intrusive or threatening deeds, respectively, and both acts were likely to incur Aug's fiery anal wrath. "Ungh! N-no, the boys, yes, the twins, they're... they're both here, Aug! I promise!" he pleaded uncomfortably, still eying his dragon's insufferable green gaze - beautiful but deadly; to see if he would be punished or rewarded for his work.
"Oh? Gooooood. Send them in, my little mouse." Aug got that wicked grin on her face again, always fantasizing on her next act of sodomital debauchery. She stroked the head of her good little mouse-boi playfully as the closet to her left squeaked and turned; the noisy ruckus echoing throughout the otherwise pleasantly quiet room. From inside, two identical otter-bois emerged, hand in hand, and naked down to their bare, exempting a pair of lacy baby blue and lilac G-strings much like her own, the color being the otherwise only differential factor about them. Two hard, blatant, hungry erections tented from within, the meeting spot of penis and lycra marked with a small, blotchy wet patch each, right at the point where they were being restrained painfully. The two otter-bois were well hung for males their size, with smooth and again red 9" pricks, although unlike Max, they seemed more than a little anxious to stick it between her own cheeks. Which is never, ever a good idea for a male smaller and weaker than her to do.
- Boy had that deed earned one of them a nasty black eye; she couldn't really remember which though. They didn't seem dismayed, however. Infact, they seemed to love me for it, she added, crazy as it sounds_._ Every now and then one of them would try it again, approaching her from behind, cupping her breast in one hand and her ass cheek in the other, stretching from their toes as high as they could before nuzzling her in the back of the neck, the way a lover normally would. As if they were strong enough to be my lover! She would tolerate it at first, though it was a little direct, and demeaning, she thought.That was of course, until the little otter went as far as pressing his tiny little sex between my rear. Then she'd beat him, hard but quickly, on his cock and his hiney; because he wasn't dominant enough to take her. Not even close. Then, after the deed was done, and she'd slapped his furry golden-brown balls a saucy shade of red, he'd just jump up, leap onto the bed and start begging for her manhood again, happier than ever - as if no such incident even occurred. They are kind of funny like that, the two sexy otter-bois. Perhaps they are sexual masochists? Aug contemplated. Just one of the many joys of having three stark-mad, raving, cock-hungry, super-hot femboy butt-sluts, she summarized.
Regardless_,_ Aug was pleased. Max had obviously thought to set it up so the two horny-ass otter-sluts could watch her fuck him for once,peeking like a pair of dirty golden-brown perverts from behind her own closet, - which she liked. She was almost disappointed; the two of them jerking off as she demolished poor Max's ass would of certainly been hot, there was no denying it; but she needed all 3 of their tight sphincters now. "You two bunch up either side of my good little mouse here on the bed immediately, I wanna' see all three of my cock-sleeves bunched up together side-by-side. NOW. Then drop your panties and show me both your puckers. All holes on show, just like Max. I'd like to see where I'm putting my junk." She continued brokering that deadly stare of hers, directly at their deviant little faces.
The two exceedingly pretty otters nodded and blushed, parting from one another affectionately as they toed on over to the bed either side of Max effeminately. They both leaned over the bed in unison, stroking their soft, dainty thumbs along their smooth hips until they reached the juicy colored lacing of their G-strings and pulled them down hastily, rearing their firm assess downwards and outwards like pornstars as they did. Who knows, with moves like that, maybe they actually are pornstars. It would explain how they could take my more-than-formidable length with such arrant, sultry ease. Aug had never even stopped to ask someone since the day Max brought the two over. Come to think of it, she didn't even know their proper names - she just called them 'Lefty' and 'Righty', depending on their respective locations. They were completely indistinguishable from one another otherwise.
Their golden brown fur never looked so exquisite so as when it was on their now-exposed ass-cheeks, soft and delicate, the delightful coat sweeping their entire bodies magnificently. Not that she ever spent long ogling over their pompous pelts, oh no; not when they were naked like that. Aug had her avid, carnivorous eyes on something else entirely. That tender, pink, fleshy entrance nestled between their plush little ass-cheeks, poised comfortably in the middle. That juicy, enticing, warm and familiar balloon-knot opening that she loved so much. Rippled and ripe for the taking, that thick ring of tight, heated flesh that felt so right locked around her cock it was like a second skin to her now. The two otter-bois noticed Aug looking rather blatantly at their puckers however and let out two coy, girlish giggles, their tight sphincters winking provocatively right back at her. Their thick otter-tails had begun to wag playfully as they finally reared themselves up at either side of Max, sprawled on all fours and desperately in need of some hot cock. The three girly-proportioned cock-sluts' hot little hineys were on display, slowly swaying in a glorious synch. Golden-brown, purple, golden-brown - the three asses, fine and smooth, gagging for plunder; all three rubbing against one another in an awesomely-fine, ten-out-of-ten row of femboy slut-butt. No sooner had she drawn her gaze down to the three hard, drippy pricks below them, (Max with the obvious smaller of the three, now easily comparable to the other two's after the otters had removed their undergarments) had she realized; that she too, was now fully erect and hard as a rock.
She took a few steps backward to admire the titillating view, pinching one of her now-budding, shiny-black, oh-so-suckable tasty onyx nipples through the cloth of her vest. Her other hand was gliding along her 14 and a 1/2" shaft, glistening pre all along its slick girth. She had already reached her maximum-mast when she said "This will do just nicely. Lefty, righty, I wanna' see you two kiss. Max, spread your cheeks for me; make that hole stretch nice and wide for my pole. I'm gonna' split you in two first." Somehow the notion of being split in two can't of been conceived as anything less than pure euphoria for Max, as he did just as he was asked, quick and with splendour, the twins too, all three of the femboys flushed pink, with a certain satisfied little smirk on their pouty soft lips. Max arched his back further so the twins could meet their mouths up together atop of him, and his hands reached backwards to separate his two purple ass cheeks as far as they could manage, the rippled balloon-knot that was his pucker stretching into a tiny pink gape. The twins were locking their tongues, sharing their saliva with one another and even assisting Max with a shy hand each placed atop his on his buttocks. Aug was happy with their obedience. She walked forward, her thick but muscular hips swaying as she finally pressed her firm, lubed, aching rod at the base of Max's rear entrance, teasing the sequin-sized gape with the bottom ridge of her glans. Max whimpered in anticipation as she started nudging the soft opening further and less closed, slowly but repeatedly. "This is gonna' be a tight little fit, mouse. And I must warn you, the sight of those two kissing like that above you has gotten me real angsty." She added her hands to lefty and righty's, both of theirs placed atop Max's, and pushed, ever so slightly... just until she could feel the fleshy ring part a little bit more.
"Ungh! Just put it in me already, ...Pleeeeease!" Max begged in earnest, pushing back his rump needingly to absorb the meaty mass just as Aug pulled it away. He needs that pole inside him, she thought. To feel it fill him up and satisfy him. He longs for it, that majestic feeling of my mighty cock ripping deep inside him and forcing apart those tight anal walls of his.He wants the same feeling I give to him every night when I come home and fuck his needy little asshole hard and raw, like an animal. He's my dirty little cock-sleeve now and his ass is mine to do with just as I please; and he fucking loves it that way. He fucking needs me, the whore.
Aug just stood behind him stroking again, taking only the slightest of steps backwards from the bedside. I have a good little cock-slut in this one, a needy little cock-slut. But she had needs too, so with all due haste she placed her knees against the bed again and gave her little mouse-boi exactly what he was gagging for. She lined it back up against his pre-cum-glazed entrance again and pushed forward, reapplying pressure more forcibly this time, gorging herself in the feeling of his thick anal ring parting and engulfing her throbbing head oh-so-hungrily. "So-so tight.... damn!" She waited there a second, letting the all-familiar experience sink in. Max had arched his back further, as if it were possible, and the twins simply shared a lustful, envious, gaze at her mid-section, her dick a good third of the way buried inside Max's stunning rectum. There are few things in life as satisfying as an ass-engorged penis, she had decided. "Lefty, be a good little otter and pleasure mommy's asshole, will you?"
- For as long as she could remember, Aug had always been A Strictly Anal Girl. A female-shaped hermaphrodite, in true, but she always referred to herself as a female anyway, and she was more of a shemale in practice regardless. Her pussy would often glisten with moisture, just as anyone else's would when aroused, surely enough. But whenever it finally came down to it, it was always her ass were she liked to receive her mates, never her cunny (as rare as it was when she actually found a male partner she considered actually powerful and dominant enough for her, and only then would she be receptive to him and receive his superior seed.) Though when she did actually find these worthy male specimens, she couldn't help but agree that she simply adored the experience of being the beta to a stronger alpha allot more than fucking Max and his pals as their dominant mate (though she did love both allot.)
In fact, that secret preference was one of the main reasons that she went to the gym dressed so purposefully provocative; because she knew that if there was anywhere in this town where she could find a worthy mate and a good fuck, it was by the heavy benches in Vinny's Gym, where all the steroided-up, muscle-bound, apex-predator-studs hang out. She would go so far as to deliberately jog on the treadmills opposite their weight-benches, to get a sexy little sweat-on for the ripped, hunky, jock-like anthro-stallions, rhinos, tigers and crocodiles. She would rely on the motions of her legs on the treadmill to cause her massive, womanly ass to stir sexily in her seductive see-through short sports-leggings, with one of her various brightly coloured G-strings simply beaming through the fabric, both under it and out. It was just one of the ways she liked to think she let her potential partners know that she was a healthy, virile, fertile female in peak physical condition and more than willing to partake in sexual engagement with suitably choice males (well okay yes, for all intents and purposes she was actually a hermaphrodite, but these were Grade-A, top-of-the-range, super-dominant, ultra-alpha-males she was talking about; they aren't concerned too much about her male organ, no. They don't even care what hole of hers they mate with - so long as it is one of her holes, and that they get to dominate it and make it their own.) God's I get so many horny looks when I do that, but only some of them are worthy enough mates; those who are the most powerful and dominant of the pack, and with the most tenacious, massive cocks too. (The massive cock is always a key selling point.) It just sucks so bad that most of those that were suitable mates were already taken, - by vastly inferior mates in comparison to me - obviously. And those that weren't taken were not in nearly high enough supply for the demand, it would seem. Plus there was always the chance of landing a big-guy-with-a-small-cock, and those guys were just terrible.Just another reason to play it safe and hit on a well-built Stallion, I guess.
And it wasn't just regarding her choice of mate when she was looking to be the receptive partner that made her preference for anal sex so prevalent, either, but also when she was looking to be the dominant partner too. It was nearly always the tight derriere of an effeminate male, queer as the sun, squawking and cooing to the force of her meaty rod - that really drove her sex drive. Rarely ever a female, or even another herm. It just wasn't humiliating, degrading or dominant enough for her. Perhaps four or five years ago she'd of been more interested, but she'd grown so accustomed to anal with these particular partner arch-types now that it just wasn't interesting to go a different way, whichever way she set eyes on it.
Vaginas are supposed to be for fucking, so there's no shame in receiving or fucking someone there. - boring. But a tight little ass on the other hand, well, that's something different all together. Hotter and more dominant, plus simply divine when parted-wide and leaking my seed. In all her life she had fucked maybe 30 different males, all of them effeminate, and then only about 6 different girls, maybe 4 hermaphrodites. And all of this sex had been strictly in the ass. Receiving wise, she had taken maybe 9 males to bed, most of them being real-deal heavyweight alpha-males at the gym, like my good dear Jaeger, or even Marko, she remembered. And none of them had looked more happier than the moment I asked them to take me from the rear, she reflected. But most of all my dear Jaeger. And that faggot-asshole Marko.
Jaeger was bisexual, she found out, when he openly admitted it to her casually one night, but with the same taste in male prey. Ergo: petite, girlish, uber-effeminate males with slender hips and tight anuses exclusively. That could be hardly seen as gay,_she decided. _How could a man as alpha as Jaeger dominating a girly male be seen as anything else but purely straight? He wouldn't even consent to being a receptive partner - he made that much clear to her immediately. Not that I'd ever want him too;Jaeger was an exclusive top, like he should be. Her 'dear Jaeger' was actually a dreamy black panther she had fucked quite allot over the last few weeks, or moreover 'been fucked by relentlessly, ALLOT.' He was certainly one of the 'alpha-male' types that she loved so much: huge at 6'7, absolutely laden with muscle, rocking a massive breeding-pole, and absolutely made for pumping lesser mates,_she thought. _And far too dominant to even consider being somebody's slut. Though then again, she had thought the exact same thing at one point about her ex-boyfriend, Marko. And then I went and caught him with two fucking alligator dicks in his ass at the same time, whilst I was supposed to be STILL DATING HIM!! -and that had been the end of that relationship.
It wasn't even the cheating factor that disheartened her, not in the slightest. It was the humility of it all, and how degrading of him it was to do it. He was a 6'4 alpha-male Mackerel Shark with steroid-enhanced biceps like boulders; he was built for dominating sluts, not servicing males pathetically! He totally destroyed any illusion she had of his masculinity when she caught him like that, in her own bedroom, on her own bed, and dressed in... My own lingerie... she sighed. She couldn't help but feel like she should have anticipated it though, really. He ignored all her sexual advances all-week awkwardly when he first met her, that is, until her gym-buddy Penny went over and told him that she was actually a herm, and an extremely hung one at that. And then afterwards he just couldn't keep his hands off her. Plus, during sex, he was almost always entirely focused on her penis and abs, hardly even noticing her breasts or her ass. Even a blatant homosexual like Max can appreciate my ass and tits! she protested. He was also very vocal and adamant about wearing tight-fitting pink speedos, cliché as it was. She didn't mind it so much as she should have however because she thought he looked great in them. Curse the womanly half of my brain! she roared in her mind. It's no surprise I caught him with an-ass-and-a-half-full of gator-cock, she reflected. Because he was even more bent than fucking Max! - I was just too damn stupid to see it!
But Jaeger on the other hand, he was a real man, she could tell. You wouldn't catch him dead in my lingerie! That night when he took her, the powerful, huge, barrel-chested jaguar, riddled from neck-to-toe in jet-black muscle and fur... it was the best night of her life. He made me feel all weak and submissive underneath him, kinda' like how I make Max and the twins feel. Only, well, not so extreme and degrading. She had even opted not to bother cleaning his seed in her shower for the best part of three days afterwards. She just went straight to sleep instead of showering and let the seed stir. The thick, viscous, musky liquid had leaked-out half of its volume from inside her ravaged ass, and all over her drippy femsex and gonads, but she liked the thought of his seed in, on and around her body.
Perhaps she should invite him around her house sometime. Why, he might just love the thought of helping her fuck three obedient little cock-sluts like Max and the otter twins. The thought of seeing him plow little Maxy and them was simply delicious - his lovemaking was an absolute spectacle to behold. She could tell, from the many mirrors he had sprawled all over in that weird sex-room in his small golden-colored villa. It was just another one of the many places where he had given her more amazing first-hand-experience of his awesomely-powerful breeding skills. If Max thought that she was a rough fuck, he'd be in for a pleasant surprise. A strappingly large alpha-male like Jaeger would utterly destroy him; his arms alone were over three and a half times as thick as her own. Max was only 18, and tiny, - He wouldn't even be able to walk right for weeks, that is, _if he were to fuck him even half as mind-blowingly rough and magnificent as he fucked me. _
Though, if this plan was to take-off, there would need to be some ground rules enforced first; she couldn't have him making her look week in front of her three sex slaves by taking her like the helpless needy-little bitch he made her in front of them. He would need to focus on dominating her males instead of her, although controlling his sexual appetite was easier said than done; if he were to change his mind in the middle of his porking and set his sights on breeding her instead, she would be futile to try and stop him. I'd probably just want it anyway. Plus, there was always the thought of him actually LIKING the idea of humiliating her in front of them. But still, that was a thought for another time, right now she was half cock-deep in her mouse-boi's rectum and she intended to fill it. Repeatedly.
...And so she did. She took a few very slow, steady, precautions thrusts to ready Max at first, (and she would of took a few more, had it not been for the sexy little 'come hither' motion Max replied to her caution with) and that was that. So, she reared her ass outwards and started bucking her broad hips as hard as an oxe, slamming down hard and almost hilting in the first stroke. "Ow! Owwwww...." Her little mouse was being stretched raw, she could feel his hands clinching, even underneath the otter-bois' own, Aug's knees banging off the bedside with every single forward pump of her hips. "Fill me up Aug, please.... I wanna feel your balls against my own..." She felt more than obliged to follow up on his request. She rocked her cock further and further inside him, her round head clanging off his prostate aggressively. She could see his entire body tense-up at that, his panting increasing rapidly and his hair standing up on end. She'd started purposefully pushing in and upwards now to aid in the effect, who better to know Max's sweet-spots but me? she chuckled inside. By now Lefty had gotten down on his knees behind Aug to service her back-door with his tongue, but he was having more than a little trouble keeping her thick but muscular cheeks spread and his lean tongue ass-bound because of how fast and aggressive she was bucking her hips, even when she raised her aquatic-tipped dragon-tail and ass up to assist him. He pushed her neon-green G-string to the side a bit and tried to rub a finger inside her dripping-wet cunny, but a quick glare at the meek little otter-boi was enough to end that. Righty had laid himself on his back in front of Max, heaving his skinny legs in the air as he jerked his red otter-cock in front of his face and finger-fucked his pink asshole with two of his digits.
"Yeah... suck... that... fucking... little... cock... immediately... Max..." She had to blurt out her command through her teeth in-between thrusts. The little mouse-boi was at a loss for words, his tender loving hole being violated by a good 12" of thick dragon-wood every time Aug reared her awesome hips into his plush cheeks and buried her huge mating-stick in his foxy anal cavity.
"Yes... yes... I will... suck..." His useless little prick had starred leaking a thin line of pre thanks to the prostate-numbing sensation he was experiencing deep in his back-door, Aug could feel it trickling off of her thighs as his cock swung like a pendulum every now and then when she rammed her junk home particularly vicious-like. "Fuck my ass, baby, please... baby... please... make me... screa-" She pushed his noisy maw down abruptly, slamming his wet mouth down hard on Righty's red little cock.
"Shut up and suck it, slut" she commanded. She grabbed him by his thin girlish ankles and yanked them backwards and apart, pulling his ass a few vital inches closer as his panties twanged halfway across the room, ripping apart and ricocheting off the wall at the force she used to pry his legs so wide at that reckless a speed. With the additional leverage said position provided, she was more than confident enough to hunch down and go all-out, bending her knees slightly and absolutely piston-pumping poor Maxy at a wicked-hard speed. He simply blushed, blurted and gagged; his mouth too full of glistening otter-dick to scream or squeak, in both pain and ectasy. The little otter in front of him was having his fair share too; his mouth was in a wide 'O' as he had the life sucked out of him, somewhat awkwardly however thanks to her sodomital intrusions on his receptive mouse. Too bad, he's a really great blow. Suddenly she remembered the other cute little otter twin working futilely behind her, his vain attempts at massaging her anus with his tongue had slumped into a steady stroking of her ass-cheeks. Too pointless. He can do something more substantial than that.
Suddenly she slipped her semi-satiated phallus free with a loud 'POP!', the entire length now dressed in her pre, and Max's sore hole a now-abused shade of painful red, much like her cock, and equally wet too. She lapped up a small amount of the stuff on her finger and put it to his mouth, he was a bit slow to rid his tired maw of his otter's delicious dick but he soon sucked the fingers dry. "Good." She lifted up her arms and finally rid herself of her constraining sports-garb vest; her huge mammaries heaving free in all their glistening blue glory, the black onyx nipples hard as stone against the air. She turned around quickly, the eyes of the three males gazing at her love-pillows longingly, they truly were perfect, remarkable tits, before she grabbed Lefty by the scruff of his golden-brown neck and shoved a stern middle finger in his pink cooch.
"Oh!" He yellped has she heaved him up as if he were as light as a feather from both ends, tossing him on the bed next to Max like a ragdoll. She shoved an additional forefinger in Lefty's pucker as she gave Max one last additional thrust. They both squeaked in response, Max the loudest of the two, but she popped her member free again and paid him no mind as she shuffled to her left and lined her cock up with Lefty's back-door embrace this time.
"Righty, scoot on over here and fuck your brother's face for me, from on your back again. Max, my little mouse, I want you to shuffle over when he's in place and to sit on his mouth. Let him fucking service your poor ass, - and I don't want a drop of pre spared, got it?" They did just as they were told, Max a bit more stiffly than the otter because of the pain in his rump, but still ever-playfully and excitedly. So she bucked again, into her otter-boy this time, and with no slow warm-up thrusts. She couldn't be assed, to be honest, and her filthy otter-slut didn't need such a courtesy anyway; he could handle it.
And handle it he did, swimmingly so. Her sweaty blue gonads were practically smashing off his own on the second thrust, her rock-hard abdominal muscles pressed right up against his fur and her arms wrapped tightly around his warm chest. It was another snug fit, his passage warm and a delight. She thrashed and throttled her formidable hips with all the strength she could muster, the pornstar-skilled otter-boi simply shuddering in delight with his mouth wrapped hard around his brother's balls. He doesn't even have his eyes closed, and I'm giving him everything I've got. He's just blushing and crying - in pleasure! They must be pornstars, after all. Now I simply have to bring Jaeger around, to see if he can break them. If anyone can, it's him.
She remained arched over his curved back, pumping him like a monkey would his mate, would that it were the fertile vagina of a female in heat. She continued to dominate him like that, her hardened black nipples digging like gritty stones into his lithe back. "Take it take it take it take it!" She screamed, the aggressive motions of her swinging testicles smacking off her mate's own now becoming painfully apparent. Her balls were slick with her feminine juices, still peeking from her impoverished virgin cunt, shiny with its parched black onyx lips. His ass had started to fit her cock like a glove now. Her thrusts were getting slower, and whenever she hilted inside him he'd share a temporary little squeeze of his anal ring with her, the feeling near-orgasm-inducing. "Snug... ass... slut!" She cupped her hand around and started jerking his stiff red meat, tossing the thing frantically as she continued her anal assault. He started to cough suddenly, and for a second she thought he was going to choke on his own brother's phallus (try explaining that to mom and dad, Aug thought, hysterically) when she suddenly felt his vice-like ring lock-down and spasm, near-strangling in tightness at first, but eventually receding into an awesomelly smooth massage of the anal muscles, focusing heavenly around her throbbing member as his dick too hardened and spasmed in her grip. Once his brutally strong cough finally rid his mouth free of his brother's junk, the orgasm-induced otter-boi simply whimpered and quaked, a drizzle of his sibling's spunk lopping from his pout-lipped mouth, and making a soft, girlish murmur as he laid his head down and joined his hands to hers on his twitching cock to spend his pathetic femboy seed there and then on her bed sheets.
He waited there on his hands and knees for a few seconds, panting, as Aug finally removed her long dragon-dick from his spent ass with an obnoxious 'Schlick!' noise and jerked him away. "Good, now help Max clean your weak seed for me. I don't like weak girly-boi seed on my stuff." For all his skills and talents handling a cock, he sure as hell can't handle his own, she noted. She grabbed his twin by his tiny otter-feet and pulled him close, her blatantly superior member bulging against his, as he slipped onto his tiny back and into a very susceptible position. The two drippy-wet appendages lightly stroked together, their sweat-laced balls also bristling between one another's too. "Mmmm.... you like that don't you?" She wrapped her hand around the two lengths, which was not an easy task given her already impressive girth, and began to pull up and down, jerking their two rods together in unison. The little otter-boi tossed and turned with his eyes closed, apparently beyond turned-on by the sexual act, but Aug soon grew bored. She grabbed him by his teany little ankles and smashed inside, the small little otter howling in sheer delight and stroking her insane abdominal musculature reverently, all the while she continued to destroy his helpless little ass, maximum power just like his brother had, right from the get-go.
His petite little hands worked their way up and down her torso, fondling the hard creases and folds of her stonewall-six-pack-abs, his gorgeous amber-orange eyes gazing deep into hers with a look of sweet satisfaction. His hungry little hands finally reached her huge, sweat-shined breasts, where he leaned up slightly and pinched at her large nipples. Aug let out a coo of delight, but had to pull his hands away, shouting "come here and suck mommy's nipples boys, come hear and help your alpha finish herself off." The other boys' faces lit up ecstatically as they crawled over on all fours and leaned up from the bed to gorge themselves on her thick blue mounds. They locked their pouty pink lips around hungrily and lapped up, their tongues circling the onyx black skin as Aug continued to tenderize the unspent otter-boi's dirt-box, only much closer to her own thunderous climax too this time.
"That's it boys, that's it... Mommy's going to cum now, yes..." She was panting profusely, thrashing and thrusting her hips like a searing piston again as the two boys fondled and sucked at her huge sex-balloons as tentative as ever. She could feel the seed pending up, slowly making its way up her uretha with that awesome sense of orgasmic-anticipation she loved so well. She was moments from spending her seed, her cock balls-deep in her sexy mate's warm little hole; when the otter-boi beat her to it. He was fondling her abs again when it happened, with his legs smeared wide, like the pointless breeding-bitch he is, Aug decided. When he suddenly whelped and exploded, spewing the sticky liquid all over Aug's sexy ripped dragon-abs in thick clots, with nothing to stimulate his rock-hard member except strictly prostate stimulation. He was crying when he did it, a flamboyant, bright-pink blush dominating his cheeks, and his ass clamped-down like a vice on Aug's huge penis - but she didn't cum. "You didn't let me cum first" she protested, angrily. "You were supposed to let me cum first! I told you I was near my climax!"_She roared, infuriatingly. _"I AM ALWAYS SUPPOSED TO CUM FIRST, YOU KNOW THAT!! - _WHEN I SAY I AM NEAR MY PEAK, YOU KNOW YOU LET ME CUM FIRST!!!"_She screamed, grabbing him by the girth of his now-spent cock and squeezing frantically.
She had to punish him now, she had to. He made her do it now, probably on purpose again. She tightened her grip as hard as it would go, and he screamed in response, shrieking in pain as, amazingly, he spent a second load, right there and then in the palm of her hand. She beat him across his balls, two hard strokes, but he simply spurted some more, cum glazing her entire arm. He leapt up and grabbed onto her cock, rock hard and ready-to-burst, as he pulled his head close and embraced her in a strong, passionate, tongue-curling kiss. She broke free easy enough, tossing him back onto the bed on his rear in a fiery wroth, before giving him a final massively-hard clout right on the cock; finally enough to learn him his lesson. He curled into a ball clutching his organ and smiled, blushing with embarrassment, but finally silent. They actually scare me, she decided.
The other two boys had stopped lapping her breasts temporarily, watching the scene the little-otter had made before turning in and continuing as if nothing had happened, with a happy little smirk/blush on their faces and their tails wagging behind them playfully. They love it when I show dominance, she knew. The two boys put a firm hand each on her still near-bursting rod, stroking along its smooth-red with-mottled-black-speckles-surface. "No, that will not do." She said, stroking the hair of her two males, deeply enjoying themselves on her thick nipples. "Max, you haven't spilled your seed yet." She declared, with a concerned, motherly tone in her voice. Why am I speaking like that? She thought, for a second. Is it because they're at my mammaries now, like my sweet little children? She shrugged off the disturbing and pathetic notion and ripped Max's head free from her breast. "...And neither have I." She announced, authoritatively at last. "That will not do." She scooped him up and threw him over onto his belly, so he was sprawled out face-down across her bed, and she climbed right up with him.
She positioned her meat-stick above Max's still-gaping butthole. He was lying there with a finger on his lower lip, looking up at her submissively and seductively. So coy, she thought. She gave his supple little hiney a quick slap and lowered herself, placing her hands and her feet atop his own lovingly. Their feet began to entwine and play, and she locked her fingers into his. Her breasts were rested against his back. He let out a pleased sigh at that. "Otter-boi. Position my pole at my mate's tender boy-pussy. Your alpha commands it." Her red-but-speckled-black pole was just itching to get inside, she knew she would be lucky to get 20 good thrusts in before her carnal desires caved-in and she exploded inside him, wasting her alpha-matriarch seed in his heart-shaped rump. My mouse deserves it though, Aug thought. He's been a good little mouse. He deserves his alpha's seed inside him; as useless as it will be. I want him to have it.
"Your alpha has decided you are ready to take her seed inside you today, Max. Does that please you?" Max nodded happily and nuzzled the bed sheets affectionately in response. She could feel his tail wagging under her abdominal muscles, somewhat ticklishly, as she finally felt her otter-boi's lithe little hand around her needy red girth and he guided it home. His fingers were wet and slick, and Max's derriere even more so.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhwwwwww!" Max roared, his delicate little ass still sore from the previous session. "Aaw Aaw Aaw Aaw Aaw!" His squeaking was futile, Aug was far too close to release to slow her rampant pace down and she was a good thirteen thrusts away from cumming, she wagered. Her childbearing hips, her hands and Max's ass was all the leverage she needed to plow her hard cock down deep, right down to the core of her cock-sleeve's bodacious little booty. Every pump was helped by the otter-boi, who had two of his fingers either side of her member, pushing and pulling down with every thrust of her cock. Each thrust was more brutal than the last, her massive red log spearing that rippled little ring of flesh of his to his absolute limits, the tip of her cock actually bending as it bounced off his end wall with the speed of a missile. She was gritting her teeth together and grunting, her clawed blue hands digging into Max's own so powerfully, it were a wonder she didn't break the skin.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" she stuttered as her love-sausage continued its all-inclusive tour of Max's borderline-ransacked sphincter, wreaking havoc on the poor organ as it's full 14" of length was being throttled in and out of the now-gaping-red-passage whole. "Fuck I'm cumming fuck I'm cumming fuck I'm cumming..." She said, finally, after another seven good, deep, long thrusts, her tongue lolling from her breathless maw as the bed thudded loudly for more than the dozenth time. Aug was finally ready to cum. Her final thrust rattled poor Max's bones, right down to his teeth, and her large balls had a final loud 'THWACK!' against Max's own, right as the torrents of white, thick, sticky, alpha-matriarch semen overloaded his asshole; spilling all over their thighs, sex organs, and the bed sheets. Max's prostate must of been on fire too, as he came himself almost immediately after, spewing his baby-batter all over the otter-boi's hand and face as the cheeky little femboy jerked the 8" tool backwards towards his face. "Yes yes yes yes yes..." She whispered, right into Max's large ear, just as the last few jets of her creamy jizz were sprayed out, painting Max's red insides a pasty shade of delicious white.
Ahhhhhhh...... An awesome night, Aug summarized, panting profusely. An 'Aug-gasmic' night, actually. She flipped onto her back and shared a quick glance at all three of her sexual conquests, a small smile forming on her jet black lips uncontrollably. I showed them all who wears the pants in this building, she laughed to herself, as she found herself drifting off, tired as she was after a long day fucking, working out, and ogling. But mostly fucking, she knew. Mostly just fucking...
The End. Final Notes:
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