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A Novel by J.K. Ermon (jokermon)
Chapter 7 – My Long, Hot Dickgirl Summer
This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction for the entertainment of adults only. Everything in it is imaginary and none of it represents any real-life people, events or medical conditions. Regardless of age depicted, all characters in sexual situations are 18+. It contains explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content. If that’s not your bag, don’t read it. If reading this type of material is illegal where you reside due to your age or whatever, don’t read it. Do not repost without permission. This story is copyright the author©2015
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Author’s note: set in the Comet Seahag Universe.
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That summer I realized I had two girlfriends.
The realization came two days later as I was working on payroll in Barb’s office. She came in and leaned over me with her breasts pressed against my back. She stuck her tongue in my ear. My pen went rolling.
“Wanna fool around?” she whispered.
“Now?” I whispered back, a little stunned.
“It’s slow, I’ve got everybody busy cleaning,” she answered with a grin. Her hands were already under my apron, opening my shirt buttons. “We’ve got fifteen minutes. Only you can’t blow me. And I can’t fuck you–I don’t want you working all woozy.” Her tongue probed a little more. “That’s for later in the day.”
I agreed to her terms (of course!) and noted the pleasure Barb seemed to take in undressing me. She caressed my naked body like she could taste me with her hands. What did I know? Maybe she could.
Wow , I thought, bemused. I guess…Barb’s my girlfriend too, now.
I quickly helped her out of her clothes and laid her face-up on her desk. I got out her bottle of lube and gave her a super-slick handjob. I loved handling her penis; it had a very satisfying heft to it. I kissed her while my arm worked. I sucked on both of her nipples, going back and forth.
When I felt her penis start to spasm, I lifted up and watched it hurl ribbons of sperm all the way up to her chin. A glistening trail meandered back over her belly and hung in strands from its quivering head.
I rubbed her semen all over her breasts and made them shine. I climbed onto the desk and straddled her. She smiled up at me as I put my own hugely-excited erection between her tits. She pressed them shut around me and I began humping that tight, pillowy enclosure.
Her sperm was very slippery. Despite our best intentions, I did get a minor contact high as I hove away between those wonderful jugs. It wasn’t enough to fog me up, but it did make things…tingly.
Barb’s breasts were a marvel to me. I’d looked at them, touched them and nursed on them, yet their size and perfection still had the capacity to delight me. When she squashed them together, they made my dick disappear. I hoped I never grew tired of them.
Barb reached up and gave my nipples a delicate pinch.
I gasped, and suddenly I was coming like the hairtrigger teen I was. My sperm lobbed into the hollow of her throat and between her open, smiling lips. She extended her tongue and wagged it lewdly as white globs landed on it.
“Let me get that for you,” she said, and lifted my still-spurting penis from between her breasts. She craned her neck and brought it to her mouth. She sucked out the last of my orgasm with loving thoroughness. I shuddered all the way down to my toes.
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That same evening, after shift, Debbie and I parked in a secluded make-out spot. We got busy in the back seat with all of our clothes off. She complied eagerly when I made her lick my balls, and even when I made her lick my ass hole. When I felt her tongue squirming through my sphincter muscle, it confirmed to me why Barb loved that so much. I loved it too.
It really shocked me when she slipped a finger up my ass. “You like that?” she asked with uncharacteristic shyness. She moved her finger around inside me while keeping her eyes locked on mine, I guess to gage my reaction.
“Yeah,” I breathed. She resumed sucking my cock while gently easing her finger in and out. It felt so good. I loved watching her topaz-green eyes look back into mine as her face rose and fell.
“Put in another finger,” I grunted, and then came explosively shortly after she did so. Her pretty eyes fluttered shut as she swallowed me.
She licked her lips and smiled at me after she was done. “Are you eating anything different?” she asked.
“No. I don’t think so,” I answered, puzzled.
She licked her lips again. “Your cum tastes better. It didn’t taste bad before,” she hastened to add, “but it’s, I don’t know, it’s just gotten sweeter all of a sudden.”
I smiled and shrugged. “Dunno.”
She looked down. “Somebody’s still ready to go.”
I chuckled. She was not wrong.
She got on all fours and we made love in the classic doubled-over-doggie style posture that everyone who’s ever had sex in the back seat knows. We really made my old beater rock on its shocks.
I paid her back for that great head-job by fingering gemlik escort her ass hole, first with one finger, then with two, as I drove into her. She came; I held back and pulled out. I moved up and pressed on her pretty pink anus. I was good and oily and she was orgasmically pliable. I popped right in.
“Ooh God,” she choked. “Ooooh. I’ve never had it there…” I slid in slowly, letting the way ease before pushing deeper. “Ooooh!”
Debbie’s ass hole was snug and steamy. It didn’t pull me right in and grind on me like Barb’s, but I knew that would come in time. I loved it, and thankfully, she took to it as naturally as I did. Debbie loved being butt-fucked. To my delight, she began squeezing and pushing back, making that nice round ass of hers smack my hips loudly.
I wedged a hand underneath and played with her clitoris. Debbie’s body rose to a higher, quivering plane of expectancy and her shoulders and arms broke out in gooseflesh. With a plaintive cry, she tumbled over the edge. I followed soon. I flooded her rectum with buckets of cum and exhaled in tremendous satisfaction.
“Ahhhhh…aaahhhh.”
“Yes baby,” she choked. “Ooh, there’s so much of it. Ohh, it feels so warm.”
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One of Debbie’s fellow cashiers was fired later that week. Another went a few days later. Debbie never raised so much as a peep about stealing again.
In the firing pool, I always bet she wouldn’t be let go. I made over five hundred dollars on her before Murray and the other goofs wised up and stopped betting against her.
Debbie wound up being the longest-lasting cashier Barb’s Burger Joint ever had. But I’m getting ahead of myself, here.
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An odd kind of schedule developed as we eased towards June. Debbie and I would hump like bunnies whenever we went out. When that wasn’t happening, Barb and I would have numerous quickies in her office. I would have secret workplace sex with Barb during regular business hours and then hot date-night sex with Debbie post-shift.
My girlfriends were demonstrative. Barb would sidle up to me whenever I was doing something out of view of the other employees and steal a sizzling, tongue-stabbing kiss. Then she’d walk away with a chuckle and a swing of her hips. I’d be standing there with a huge boner tenting the front of my apron that I now had to deal with, somehow.
“Bitch,” I’d mutter, every time, with equal parts exasperation and affection.
Debbie was no better. I’d be off doing inventory with no one else around and she’d pounce on me for a few moments of frantic making-out. It all made my working life very interesting.
Whenever Barb and I had sex, she encouraged me to talk dirty. She really seemed to enjoy it, so I obliged her. Her eyes would light up with joy and gratitude whenever I would say things like “Suck it, bitch,” or “Take that dick like it’s all you’re good for.” It didn’t come to me as naturally as taking her in my ass–I was (and still am) a nice boy at heart–but I have to admit, I got a dirty little thrill out of it just the same.
For some reason, Barb never felt the need to return the verbal abuse. She would moan nothing but sweet endearments when I was blowing her or when she was fucking me in the ass. At first, I was grateful for that, but as I got more comfortable with the whole thing, I started wondering about that. When I asked her about it, she said she enjoyed what I did so much, she didn’t feel the need to spice it up any. She also said she’d never had this kind of relationship with a boy my age. She knew we could be touchy about our newly-minted manhood didn’t want to say anything that I might take amiss.
Hearing that made me give a bashful grin. “Um. You don’t have to worry about that,” I told her. “Ever.”
Barb had been seated at her desk filling out paperwork during this conversation. The moment I said that, however, she dropped her pen, rose out of her chair and just about hugged me unconscious.
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I never seemed to develop a tolerance for Barb’s sperm. Every time I swallowed it or she shot a big load of it up my ass, it was rocket-to-the-moon time. A weird positive aura seemed to permeate my life as a result. I never felt healthier or more virile. I had no problems keeping up sexually with either of the females in my life. I would have three or four orgasms with each and not be anywhere near spent.
I felt the benefits in other areas, too. My usual summer allergies didn’t spark up so much as a sniffle. My sleep was deep and restful and less of it went further. It used to be it was all I could do to drag myself to the shower after eight full hours. Now I was blasting out of bed after five. It could have been a natural growth spurt, but I was pretty sure it made my dick get bigger, too. And when I wasn’t stoned out of my gourd on Barb’s sweet stuff, I was alert and focused and possessing a persistent, unflappable calm. I began to understand what my uncle meant by sex with Sally keeping him on an even keel.
I made sure that Debbie’s blow-job skills were brought inegöl escort up to Barb’s high standards. My girlfriend was an excellent little cocksucker when I met her, but with my coaching she became a deep-throat artist on par with Barb Gustavo. And just like Barb, whenever I said nasty things in the heat of the moment, her eyes would get all dewy with happiness.
Barb took on a mellow and sensual glow. It did not go unnoticed. Every time she would bend or stretch or pick something up off the floor, there was a distracting, feline eroticism to her movements. There was a slink in her walk and a sway in her backside. It turned on all my fellow spatula jockeys as much as it did me. The covert masturbation by the male employees ratcheted up a notch. It was a hot, heady, horny summer.
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Memorial Day weekend, Debbie took off with her family down to Myrtle Beach. I missed her, but Barb kept me company.
I was excited at the prospect of spending some real time with my boss. After closing time Saturday, she told me she was tired of rolling around on her office floor. I suggested we use my car, since it had more space than her Gremlin.
“I am not parking at some Goddam malt shop,” declared Barb with finality (this was old-timey slang for a lovers’ lane). “I am going to have an illicit rendezvous like a grown-up, which means booking a reasonably-priced, clean hotel room while you hide in the car.”
We wound up going to the Howard Johnson’s in Shrewsbury township. Barb had her arms around my neck and was kissing me before the door to our room finished swinging shut. I had to lock it and pull the blinds one-handed while Barb tried to smooch my whole face off. I couldn’t complain. It was a very pleasant distraction.
It was also very exciting to do it in a new place. We left one lamp on while we kissed and took off each other’s clothes. The dim lighting made me think of Uncle Joey’s motel adventures with Sally and her chums.
Once I had her naked, I had her stand still so I could kiss her all over. I kissed her lips and her cheeks and her neck and her ears. I kissed between her breasts and all over them. I kissed circles around her areolas and didn’t start sucking her nipples until they stood up of their own accord.
I kissed my way down to her belly and ate out her navel. Ignoring her penis entirely (which was clamoring and oozing for attention) I kissed her hip and made my way around behind her. I kissed each of her large, high-riding buttocks and then laid a major smooch right on her tailbone, dead center between the dimples.
As I made my way over her body, I could see the gooseflesh rise in my wake. When I tongue-kissed the small of her back, shivers went through her.
Then I kissed my way back up her spine. I dotted each vertebra with wet lip-prints and lifted up that glorious mass of sweet-smelling hair so I could gnaw on the nape of her neck. Debbie loved that particular maneuver and Barb was no different. She made a sound that was half moan and half giggle.
I finally brought my hands into play and embraced her from behind. I lifted her breasts and kneaded them more roughly than I’d ever done before.
“Manhandle me,” breathed Barb. “Like that.”
When I gave her nipples a hard pinch, she made a whimpering little noise but didn’t protest. I kissed her shoulders and then knelt down in front of her.
“Oh my,” she said, a little unsteadily. “You really made me wait for it today, Stevie.”
I kissed the wet tip of her penis and stuck my tongue in her urethra. I felt a spark of happiness from her sweet pre-ejaculate. I pulled down her foreskin and licked her big bloated head. More of her clear fluid oozed onto my tongue.
“Do you like my cock, Steven?” she asked quietly.
“Mmm-hmmm,” I affirmed without stopping my licking and kissing. I held her monster steady with both hands and put it in my mouth. I sucked on it, and slithered my tongue against it.
“Do you like sucking it?” she asked in a strained voice as my head eased downward. I took her into my throat.
“Mmm-hmmm,” I said again. I took her all the way. My lower lip pressed her sac while my upper lip kissed her pubes. It distended my esophagus and squeezed tears out of my eyes, but I could take it. I pulled back all the way to her glans and flailed it with my tongue. Then I sank it deep again with a heavy slurp.
“Oh, you bad, bad boy,” she breathed. She caressed my ears and began moving her hips. I groaned as her slobber-covered pole slid through the clutch of my gorge. It was an incredible feeling.
“Stevie’s a bad boy,” she said in a sing-song little voice. “He likes to suck dickgirl cock.”
I suddenly understood why she liked it so much when I talked dirty to her. It added a joyously naughty edge to the sex. I moaned encouragement. She began thrusting more aggressively.
“Suck that cock, bad boy,” Barb husked. “Only very bad boys suck dickgirl cock. And then, they get what they deserve. Big mouthfuls of dickgirl cum.” She ran her fingers through my escort bursa hair as her hips moved back and forth. “Do you want a big mouthful of cum, bad boy?”
I groaned in helpless assent. This is fucking great, I thought. I was drooling, and foamy spit dripped down my chin. It dripped from Barb’s cock, too, as it emerged from my mouth. Then it smeared my lips as she jammed herself all the way back inside. Her balls grew wet with my saliva.
“Suck,” she breathed. I could feel her rising excitement in her penis. It was juicing and pulsing. “Suck, bad boy, suck.” Her big wet balls slapped my face.
I reached up with both hands and squeezed her breasts. I let my hands run down her sides, over her hips, then let them slip around behind her to squeeze both of her butt cheeks. I spread them apart and then let my index finger probe in between. I slipped it up her vagina to make it nice and wet and then speared it right up her butt hole. I went in to the bottom knuckle and pushed two fingers up her cunt at the same time. She was wet and fluttering with excitement.
About half-a-dozen deep thrusts after that, Barb’s fingers tightened in my hair. I could feel her orgasm rise. She let out an abrupt, vulnerable little moan and filled my mouth with hot, hard-firing masses of her seed. I gulped it down and reveled in the rush.
I made sure I didn’t swallow everything. When I stood up and kissed her again, I passed a tongue-full of jism into her mouth. She took it all and sucked my tongue with an appreciative croon.
I laid her on the bed and finished stripping out of my clothes. She spread her legs for me and lifted up her balls.
“Does Stevie want some pussy?” she asked with a salacious smile. She opened her vulva and showed off its shiny-wet pinkness.
“Stevie does,” I confirmed gravely. I laid down on top of her and slid my rigid wand into her. Her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me. At that moment, I was certain my dick had gotten longer; I was reaching places inside her that I’d never felt before. My glans pressed on the rubbery ball-and-socket cap of her cervix as our lips met in a timeless kiss above.
As I ground and thrust into her, I had the realization that things between Barb and I had evolved. We weren’t tearing off a quickie in her office, here; we were actually making love, the way Debbie and I did. It was further confirmation that I had a second girlfriend in Barb.
Her hands roamed my back as I undulated on top of her. Sometimes she would grip my shoulders for purchase, sometimes she would dig in with her nails. She cupped my face for each electrified kiss. Her breasts pressed my chest and her penis throbbed against my belly. She let out gutsy, whorish moans and girlish squeals. Her vagina clenched in orgasm time and time again. She spurted off between us over and over. The hotel room was saturated with the sweet smell of her cum. We were both covered in her juice and I loved it. I shot off almost as many times and filled her vagina with my sperm.
I disengaged, but stayed on top of her as I moved up to straddle her hips. I rubbed my ass on her belly to gather up a good coating of lube and then slotted her cock between my cheeks.
I sank down, and the penetration was huge, yet effortless. Her back arched. I took every inch of her up my ass and ground down on her balls for good measure.
“Oh God, Stevie, ohhh…”
I rocked back and forth on top of her. I was moaning too. The feel of her hot slab moving in my straining passage was just too much for me to do otherwise. She gripped my biceps and her eyes glimmered with joy. She flooded me with her hot, fulfilling jism and we shared a wonderfully intimate kiss.
I kept her inside me and brought her off a second time with my ass, and then a third. That last time, I came too, without anyone so much as breathing on my cock. Ropes of my cum slopped over Barb’s flushed and beautiful face, and between her breasts. By then, I was so high I was practically ethereal.
When I broke our kiss, her eyes gazed up into mine, alight with entreaty and expectation. I knew what she wanted. I pulled up, and up, and up further until Barb’s long pole finally exited my ass. It flopped onto her belly with a wet splat.
I clenched my anus as tightly as I could and then moved up further. Barb’s tongue was already out and waggling. I sat on her face.
I let my sphincter relax, and all that thick, spicy goo oozed forth. Barb pressed her lips to my yawning hole and sucked. She gripped my thighs to pull me down more firmly, and they trembled as she hoovered my butt hole inside-out.
Erotic chills raced up and down my spine and I nearly ejaculated again, untouched, from the perverted-yet-beautiful sensations. Her tongue swirled and probed, ensuring she captured every ounce she’d deposited inside me.
After that, Barb said she wanted to see how many times she could make me come in her mouth. She sprawled between my legs on the bed and sucked me off with ferocious determination. At first, she let me thrust my hips up and fuck her face like I usually did, but after I came once like that, she held me down so that she could do all the work. She drove her raven-black head up and down and I came twice more. I could have gone longer but we were both too sleepy. We curled up together and I pulled the comforter over us.
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