© Copyright 2006 - Shakes Peer2b
This is a story about a FANTASY. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt.
If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, since all of these characters are figments of my imagination.
This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but if you make money off of it without my permission, you're breaking the law and pissing me off.
DING DONG DONG DING, DING DONG DING DONG!
Once again I cursed myself for having installed that stupid chime as my doorbell. Then I cursed whoever had the temerity to ring it in the midst of one of my favorite masturbatory fantasies. FUCK! It was bad enough that I had little better to do with my time, but it was even worse that the asshole at the door chose the middle of one of my few enjoyable pastimes to ring the stupid bell. Didn't anybody knock anymore?
Just then, as if in answer to my thought, the brass knocker slammed sharply three times against its strike plate. 'No improvement' I decided, as I dragged my Pillsbury Doughboy body off the sofa and fumbled with the belt of the dingy robe, finally cinching it closed as my slipper clad feet shuffled across the tile of the entryway.
I peeked through the little spyhole in the door, and couldn't believe what I thought I saw. Of course, the fisheye distortion could be fooling me, but I could swear there were three women on my doorstep.
Cautiously, I eased it open to the end of the chain.
"Hi!" the matronly woman in the front of the group chirped. "I'm your fairy godmother! I've come to grant you your three greatest wishes."
"My three greatest wishes?" I wasn't, as far as I knew, Catholic, and was pretty sure I didn't have a Godmother, fairy or otherwise. In any case, this person didn't look like a fairy in either sense of the word. "Geez, I'd have to think about that..."
"Actually, you spend a great deal of time thinking about them," she piped in. "That's how I know about them. I read your mind."
"Read my... !" I began, but the other two made their way forward, the sheer sexiness of their appearance plugging the pipes that would normally have carried whatever I was going to say to my vocal apparatus.
There, smiling, almost undressed, stood exactly the two women - well, people - about whom I had just been so vigorously pounding my pud. Come to think of it, I guess those two figured prominently in many of my little flights of fantasy, but was the tall blonde really... ?
"Yes dear, she really is, and it's just as big as your dreams," my 'Fairy Godmother' said. "Tell you what. Why don't I leave you three alone to work out the logistics. I'll be back in the morning to talk about your other wish. Have fun!"
The door closed behind her vanishing form before I could reply and it didn't even occur to me to wonder how the chain had gotten undone. Any thought of answering whisked right out of my brain as the diminutive Asian lady stepped forward and began doing exactly what I had always dreamed she would do - undressing me.
"Let's take this in the bedroom, shall we?" Her little girl voice belied the authority with which she grabbed my hard cock and led me to my own bed.
It was a historic night - a monumental celebration of virtually every sexual fantasy I had ever had! My cock seemed larger than life, and how that tiny Asian girl took it, screaming for more, in any orifice I aimed it at, I don't know, but take it she did. Over and over and over again.
When I saw the enormous cock on the blonde, though, I feared I was doomed to have my fantasies dashed into shards of fear and pain. It's one thing to dream of being screwed by a shemale with a giant cock, and quite another to contemplate the reality of it!
The two didn't give me time to think about it. Blondie grabbed my head and fitted it over her cock, grinding my nose in the fine white fuzz of her almost non-existent pubic hair as the Asian girl swallowed my prodigious member.
For some reason, I didn't even gag! It was like my throat just adapted to the invasion, even though I had never even touched a cock other than my own! My eyes remained open, savoring the sight of the blonde goddess towering over me, ravishing my willing throat while her diminutive companion impaled her own head on my steel-hard shaft, moaning and twisting around as if it was the most delicious morsel in the world.
Come to think of it, that's sort of what I was doing to the blonde's enormous pole, too!
Suddenly, my mouth was empty and my dick waved, cooling in the breeze, but not for long. The tiny Asian girl knelt on the bed, head cradled on her forearms while her miniscule butt waved wildly before me. I was just getting the message when blondie grew impatient. She picked me up like a Barbie doll and positioned me behind the other girl, my cock twitching at the shiny brown entrance to her baby butthole.
Before I could enter, Blondie plunged full length into me, from behind, driving my raging hardon deep into the Asian's guts. It was everything I dreamed it would be! No pain, though there should have been. Just a delicious stretching, sliding, probing feeling as my guts rearranged themselves to make room for the enormous invader. A hint of a cramp let me know just how deep she was going, without becoming unpleasant.
The Asian girl moaned loudly, rolling her eyes back in their beautiful sockets as her baby buttcheeks swiveled around my pole, deeply rooted in her fundament. Heaven!
We sweated and strained for hours, the three of us, cumming countless times. Why my pudgy, out of shape body didn't have a heart attack, I don't know, but I was insatiable, unstoppable, and indefatigable.
All night this marathon of lusty lasciviousness continued. Impossibly, my erection, instead of drooping after the first two or three orgasms simply got harder and bigger, until it surpassed even that of the beautiful blonde! I screwed and got screwed in every position and combination I had ever dreamed of, and then we invented some new ones.
When the sun rose, my 'Fairy Godmother' appeared to find the blonde and I once again double teaming the flexible little Asian girl. How she took both of those enormous shafts up her poop chute without splitting in two is beyond me, but take them she did, and screamed through three more orgasms until blondie and I blasted a simultaneous double load deep into her guts.
Tired? No, somehow, I felt more alive and invigorated than I had ever been in my life! The sound of hands clapping alerted me to the arrival of the matronly woman as the other two donned what little clothing they had and disappeared.
"Now wasn't that fun?!" the woman asked brightly.
"Yeah, actually, it was."
"Yes, galactic medicine... oops!" her hand flew to her mouth but the words were out, and she saw it in my face. "Okay, so I'm not really your fairy godmother. You never really believed that anyway, so here's the deal. I've been sent to recruit pilots for an interstellar war, and that was your physical, as well as your medical prep. Look in the mirror."
Automatically, I turned to the mirror on the closet door, the one I had avoided looking into since my wife left, and was taken back in time. The Chad Sykes looking back at me was the younger, fit Chad Sykes from high school. The big pects, the washboard stomach, the... Okay, even in high school THAT had never been that big! What the hell had happened to me last night?!
I turned back to the woman, only now she was a sort of cross between a bird and a cat. I stared, and she/it let me, for several long moments.
"Okay, show's over," the voice actually emanated from a metallic object somehow affixed to the creature's chest. "So, this is what I really look like. You can go puke and get it over with, if you like."
Actually, the creature's appearance, while strange to my eyes, wasn't at all displeasing. The short, silky-looking fur and the body's symmetry somehow resonated with something inside me, despite the stubby wings, four oddly jointed arms, and the eyes lining the sides of its 'chest'. The 'head' was just a stubby platform for what I assumed (correctly, as it turned out) were ears (huge, bat-like ones) and another opening that I took (incorrectly) for a mouth.
"Why would I puke? You're actually kinda cute."
"You don't find me repulsive?"
"No." I answered. "Like I said, I think you're kinda cute."
"Well, if you can have sex with me, you're in."
'Sex? How? Why?' These questions raced through my head, then spilled out my mouth.
"'In' what?" I blurted. "And why do I need to have sex with you?"
"Like I said before," the metal disc replied impatiently, "you're being recruited for an elite starfighter strike force, and the sex is part of your recruitment exam."
"Uh, why would I want to be part of this task force? And what does having sex with you have to do with it?"
"Oh, like you've got a life here..." the alien looked around the mess in my bedroom. "And besides, you've always wanted to be a hero. Well, this is your chance. How many unemployed, middle-aged, divorced, ex-software engineers get a chance to save the galaxy? You're one of the lucky ones, son!"
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