“Ahh, thank Gawd for that!” Michelle Weezy muttered as she eased her control brief down her legs, releasing her enormous 8-inch cock, and letting her plum-sized balls fall free. Most of the girls on the LPGA tour wore bike shorts or control briefs so the pervert photographers and crowd members couldn’t take photos of their barely covered snatch. Michelle had to wear them to hide she was a Futa—a Futanari woman.

Ms Weezy was a true hermaphrodite with a tight, sweet, rarely used pussy beneath her long, thick cock and bouncing balls. Despite preferring to use her cock to get off, Michelle did enjoy inserting Ben-wa balls inside her pussy when she played practice rounds. She loved how wet they made her as she walked the course. The ache in her tucked-away balls was worth the massive orgasm she had when she returned home or to her hotel room.

Michelle wrapped her slender hand around her meaty cock and stroked it to full rigidity. Her eyes closed as she recalled the events leading up to being ‘seduced to the dark side’ by her first lesbian lover, Kerrie Witt. Kerrie, who was then the world’s number one female golfer, is also a Futa.

Michelle had lost her ‘cock’s virginity’ fairly early on in her life. Her high school had a golf team, and Michelle was good enough to play number one for it. Her team wasn’t precisely an all-sex team, but it recognised talent. The rules didn’t specify the sex of the competitors, so Michelle was allowed to play. Michele was the only girl playing in the entire competition. Something that annoyed the shit out of the many boys she trounced in their matches. After one competition, an arrogant little prick who had been one of only two people to defeat her that year disparagingly insulted Michelle’s abilities and told her to stick to ‘playing with her dolls’.

Michelle said nothing as the boy, James Day, an Aussie/Filipino on a scholarship from Australia, insulted her. James was a bit of a pretty boy, and Michelle felt an unexpected lurch in her control briefs as she imagined forcing her cock into his mouth to shut him up.

Thinking he’d won, James strutted from the room and walked to where the buses waited to take them back to their school. Michelle unobtrusively slid out one of the side doors and, seeing he was alone, challenged, “You, me, Bellrose Park, 4:00 p.m. tomorrow. Three challenges: Long Drive. Closest to the power pole in the middle of the park with a six-iron. First to land in the rubbish bin from 100 yards. Best two out of three wins.”

“What’s in it for me when I win?” James challenged.

“I’ll suck your cock right there in the park,” Michelle stated flatly. “You have to get your cock out and show me if you lose.”

Michelle knew she had him because James’ cock immediately tented his pants.

“Bet you chicken out and don’t even turn up,” James sneered.

“Bet you cry like a bitch when I win the first two challenges, and you have to get your cock out,” Michelle sneered back. “No witnesses. Just you and me.”

“Make it easier for you to wimp out, I guess,” James snickered.

More of their teammates exited the club before Michelle could retort, so she melted back into the darkness and circled behind them as if she’d just left the club.

Michelle arrived at the park around an hour before she was due to challenge James. Michelle used this area to practice regularly, and she knew there was a spot to hit from where the wind fluked. It appeared to be in your face, but if you hit down the left-hand side, there was typically a tailwind on that side. Also, if you hit towards the power pole from here, the wind was much more directly into your face than it seemed. Michelle practised launching her driver down the left side before changing to hitting choked-down six irons to the pole. Then, she went back to the carpark to wait.

James pulled up in a surprisingly beat-up Corolla. Michelle had assumed that James’s parents were rich because he attended the poshest private high school in the area. However, James had little money to spend above what his scholarship paid. If his courses hadn’t been covered, he’d never have been able to leave Jimboomba.

Michelle felt a little sympathy before remembering that James was still an arrogant little misogynist prick. Her heart steeled, and she vowed to kick his sexy ... she meant to think arrogant ... ass.

“Want to warm up?” Michelle asked as arrogantly as possible. “You will need to.”

“Nah,” James cackled. “I could probably out-drive you one-handed.”

He was in for a shock. Michelle currently led the driving averages—302 yards to James’ 298.

“You first, then. Show us what you ain’t got,” Michelle sneered.

Feeling the wind in his face, James did what Michelle expected—he teed the ball lower than usual and played the shot to stay low into the wind. He didn’t know it, but it was a huge mistake. The grass in the park was Kikuyu, a grass well known to grab rolling golf balls and bring them to a stop quickly. Also, James got no help from the tailwind that began just past the dirt bank to their left.

Still, it was a lengthy shot, and Michelle knew she had to produce one of her best if she were to beat it. “Nice shot,” she said grudgingly. They were both using Titleist balls, so she showed James the stylised ‘m’ she drew on her balls before teeing up. James snickered when he saw that Michelle had teed her ball way up. But he gasped when she lashed it, and it took off on the prevailing wind. They walked after the balls, but James knew he was already one down in the best-of-three challenge. Still, he estimated the power pole they were to fire at next was closer to 200 yards away than not, and he didn’t think Michelle had any chance of hitting a six-iron that far.

He was wrong.

James had misjudged the wind again. He thought that the light, fluky wind into his face wouldn’t affect his ball much. But as his shot climbed above the bank, it hit the face of the wind and ballooned into the air. It dropped well short of the power pole.

Michelle chuckled before she choked down on her club and played it a little further back in her stance. Michelle’s ball was still climbing when it passed James’. Michelle turned to James expectantly. She raised an eyebrow and stared at his groin. “Well?” She drawled.

“Double or nothing on the 100-yard challenge,” James bargained desperately. He’d confidently told his mates about how the gorgeous Korean/American woman they’d played earlier had challenged him and how he was about to have his cock sucked by her.

“Told ya you’d be crying like a bitch,” Michelle smirked.

“Fuck you, Weezy,” James snarled. “You know what we all call you behind your back? The Big Easy. Just like Ernie Els, except it’s because we all know you’re a slut and fucked your teachers to get on the team.”

“So, what exactly does ‘double’ look like in this fantasy world of yours?” Michelle asked through gritted teeth. Her double was going to something extreme, like making him take his clothes off and go home naked. “What does ‘nothing’ look like?”

“‘Nothing looks like both us leaving and never saying anything about this to anyone ever again. Double means I have to do what you want me to for the rest of the day.”

Michelle figured it was enough. Undoubtedly, she had proven her point, and even if no one else would hear about it, James would know that she’d bested him—whipped him like the cur he was, in fact.

“Done,” Michelle agreed. “But you will regret saying I could do anything to you.”

“Oh, I’m sure that I will,” James gloated. Practising from 100 yards out was his forte. James knew that almost two-thirds of the shots in a round of golf were from inside 120 yards, and that was where he spent most of his practice time. Unfortunately, he’d underestimated his opponent again.

Michelle had left knee problems for most of the year, which limited her practice to wedges and putting. Her record 100 yards from this bin and from this spot, was three out of ten shots in the bin. Given the ‘bin’ was a yellow box attached to a wooden pole with the pole between the bin and them and that the bin’s mouth was only twelve inches by eight, three out of ten was elite.

“You go first this time,” James said confidently. He doubted Michelle would hit her ball within three yards of the bin.

He was wrong about that, too. Michelle dropped her ball, used the club’s head to stage it as she wanted, and then struck a perfect, three-quarter-swing shot. “Nothing but net,” Michelle chortled as the ball clanged into the bin.

James gulped and prepared for his turn. He placed the ball so that it was sitting perfectly, went through his entire routine, hit the shot, closed his eyes and prayed.

“Off the rim and in,” Michelle acknowledged.

Her second shot hit the rim and bounced away, giving James a chance to win this challenge. He wasn’t even close. Michelle’s third shot also clanged off the rim but bounced away, leaving James with a second chance to leave with his pride intact. His shot didn’t reach the bin, let alone go in. The shifting, fluky wind that Michelle was used to judging had James wholly bamboozled.

“This to see your cock,” Michelle announced. She swung, and they watched the ball fly true, seemingly unaffected by the wind. It hit the bin’s far rim and rattled back and forth several times before falling inside.

“Shit!” James sighed defeatedly. With no real hope at all, he hit his fourth shot. For most of its journey, it looked like James had saved himself the humiliation of being Michelle’s slave, but then, an errant wind gust blew the ball offline, and it hit the ground away from the bin.

Michelle turned to him. She’d been close to James for close to an hour now. He smelt of fresh sweat and man. Although she had her meaty cock tucked away, she had to squeeze her thighs tightly together to prevent it from popping out from between them. She was also wet, which was rare. Typically, Michelle either got wet or stiff, not both. “Take it out,” she growled.

“What?” James protested. “I’m not doing that here in the open!”

“You would have expected me to get on my knees and suck it, though. Wouldn’t you, you asshole?” Michelle steamed. She was horny and sexually frustrated. Images of forcing James to his knees and making him suck her cock rocketed through her head. Thoughts of humiliating him and busting his ass wide open as he screamed also played in her mind. ‘He deserves it’, she thought. ‘The arsehole would have made me suck his cock. Therefore, the prick can suck mine.’

Michelle grabbed James’ arm and twisted. James protested and tried to escape, but to his surprise, Michelle was stronger than him, and she forced him onto the ground. This part of the park was hidden from the road by trees and thick foliage, and Michelle felt no compunction in pulling down James’ shorts and exposing his rapidly thickening, 6-inch cock. ‘Less than a mouthful,’ Michelle thought, disappointed. She lowered her mouth onto it anyway.

Michelle was a virgin in the strictest sense of the word. She’d never even been sexually kissed, let alone anything more. However, her libido had maxed out, and she spent many nights fantasising about sucking a cock. To that end, she’d practised on bananas and carrots so that when the time came, she could welcome her man’s entire shaft into her willing mouth.

“Oh, Gawd,” James groaned. He stopped resisting, and instead, he thrust his cock into Michelle’s warm, moist, accepting mouth.

Michelle worked her mouth up and down James’ shaft, listening to his moans and groans and allowing them to guide her actions. Although she’d only watched porn on her phone and computer, she could tell by how James’ entire body stiffened that he was about to cum. Even so, she was shocked when he ejaculated into her mouth. In the porn she’d watched, the man always pulled out and came on the woman’s face or tits. Still, Michelle decided she liked the taste, so she swallowed gleefully.

James let out a satisfied smile before he taunted, “I was supposed to get a blowjob for winning. If I’d known you would blow me anyway, I wouldn’t have bothered trying so hard.” His eyes dropped, and he gasped, “What the hell’s that?”

Michelle had pulled her control brief down, freeing her enormous 8-inch cock. It bounced and throbbed as she gazed at James greedily.

“‘Fuck this!” James growled. “I ain’t no poo-pusher or cock swallower. Get away from me, you freak!”

“You got yours, asshole,” Michelle growled. “Now I’m getting mine.” She grabbed James’ ankle and pulled him back. She sat on his chest with her throbbing, thick cock grasped in her hand. “Suck, bitch,” Michelle demanded.

James tried to pull away, but Michelle held him by the nose, and his mouth opened so he could breathe. Michelle slid her cock into James’ mouth as soon as it opened. Then, she reached behind her and grabbed his balls. “If you even think about biting me, I swear I’ll rip your Gawddamned balls off,” She growled.

To her surprise, James’ cock slowly inflated and lengthened against her wrist. He may have been resisting consciously, but his subconscious admitted he liked being in Michelle’s power. James’ lips sealed around her shaft, and he sucked as he tentatively licked Michelle’s cock’s head. “There’s a good little homo cock sucker,” Michelle taunted as James’ bobs became more insistent.

Michelle moved her hand from James’ balls and began jacking his swiftly swelling shaft. James’ moaned around her cock, and a white light exploded in Michelle’s brain. She cried out as her cock erupted inside James’ mouth, momentarily blacking out. She returned to her body in time to realise that James was humping her fist, moaning. Before she was fully aware, James groaned and orgasmed over her ass and wrist.

She was angry but also excited, and her cock roared back to life. She wanted to punish James’ audacity. She was supposed to be forcing him to cum and making him make her cum. He wasn’t supposed to be getting anything out of this! Michelle stood on her knees and forced James’ legs up and apart. His hole rose into view, and as she’d seen in her favourite porn films, Michelle lowered her head and tongued James’ dark star.

“Oh, Gawd,” James tried to protest despite his softened cock immediately re-inflating. His sphincter unwillingly opened, and Michelle’s tongue probed inside. “Oh, Gawd,” he moaned this time, and then, “Oh, Gawd,” again as Michelle’s hand wrapped around his turgid shaft.

However, even as lost as he was in the delightful feeling of having his ass munched on and his cock stroked simultaneously, James suddenly became aware that Michelle’s lips had left his ass, and she loomed over him. “No!” He protested weakly as he felt the thick, blunt tip of Michelle’s cock against his dark hole. However, it was too late, and all James could do was mewl protestingly as she forced her entire cock into his virgin ass in one soul-destroying plunge.

Michelle gave him no pity as she viciously punched her cock into James’ protesting ass. James’s tried to force her off him, but her strength seemed magnified somehow, and all he could do was accept that Michelle would fuck him raw. ‘I wish I’d never taken the bet,’ James thought inanely as his mind tried to escape the punishment his ass was receiving. But then, something unbelievable happened. After a particularly vengeful thrust, James’ sphincter relaxed, and amazingly, Michelle’s cock’s head slid over something just through his ass’ sphincter. “Oh!” James exclaimed, his hips unawarely bucking up to meet Michelle’s inward thrust.

Michelle grinned. Her two favourite vibrators were her P and G-spot ones. When used simultaneously, she had the most fantastic orgasms. She held James at that angle and viciously punched into his ass again. James mouthed “Oh” again before his ‘Ohs’ turned into a series of high-pitched, girly yips. His hand surrounded Michelle’s on his cock, and he encouraged her to stroke faster and more firmly.

Knowing that he was close, Michelle relaxed and allowed her orgasm to hit. Her hot cum poured into James’ devirginised ass and stimulated his prostate further. With a very girlish scream, James orgasmed again. His cum shot over his chest and even hit his face.

Michelle eased her slowly wilting cock from James’ ass and sat back. “Not bad for a virgin, huh?” She grinned proprietarily. “Of course, I’m guessing your ass was, too.”

James looked at her weakly. His mind had shattered from feelings of guilt and undesired enjoyment. He wondered what being fucked by a girl cock meant for his sexuality. Was he gay now? Or did the fact Michelle had tits make up for her having a cock, too? He didn’t know, except that the shame of being made to cum by a cock in his ass weighed heavily against his conscience.

He lay there, confused. Then, before he could object, his cock was back inside Michelle’s mouth. James wanted to protest, but he’d only ever had one blowjob before, and the woman certainly hadn’t come close to swallowing his whole shaft. Instead of complaining, he placed his hands on Michelle’s head and encouraged up and down his cock.

James orgasmed into his nemesis’ sucking mouth again before Michelle rolled him over. “No! Please!” James begged as he felt Michelle’s cock probing at his rubbed-raw ass again.

“You whinge like a bitch!” Michelle snarled as she ploughed James’ backdoor open. She fucked him hard and raw, concentrating solely on her own pleasure, with little regard for the young man quietly sobbing beneath her assault.

James couldn’t take any more. His entire body felt abused and pummelled, but then, it suddenly reacted as it had before. Michelle’s cock hit something delicious inside his suffering colon, and pleasure exploded out from it. His cock roared back to life, and as Michelle thrust into him, he ground against the grass. The pain had changed from extreme to exquisite, and despite his whimpered protestations, James orgasmed again.

“There’s my good little fag boy,” Michelle taunted. “Cumming like the slut you are on a Futa’s cock.” Sneering at her tormentor excited Michelle, and she leapt from her climactic crest into a stupendous orgasm. Her long, thick cock pulsed inside James’ ass and filled it with her cum again.

Michelle stood, got her phone out, and took several photos of James’ gaping, cum leaking hole. He peered over his shoulder, wondering what she was doing, and protested when he saw her taking pictures. Of course, that meant she got his face as well as his destroyed hole. “Insurance, asshole,” she growled. “Mention even to the wall that I’ve got a cock, and I group send these pictures to everyone on both of our teams.” She pulled up her control briefs and bike pants and casually walked to her car.

‘I’m no longer a virgin!’ Michelle exultantly thought as she drove home. She wondered if she shouldn’t feel at least a little guilty about what she’d done to James. After all, she’d effectively raped him even if he’d had several orgasms during her assault. However, Michelle decided he’d enjoyed her using him all too much for it actually to be rape. Her cock stiffened as she imagined doing it to him again. She would. She knew that. She had his phone number from the team sheets, so she pulled her bike pants and briefs down so she could photograph her erect, throbbing cock. She added a photo of his gaping hole before typing, “My Futa cock wants your hole again.” She texted it to him.

A few seconds later, she received an ‘angry face’ and a one-word reply. It said, “Freak!”

“Aww, you loved it,” Michelle tauntingly sent back. “You came so hard with my dick in your boy pussy.”

“Fuck you, Weezy,” James returned.

“Maybe next time,” Michelle replied. “I have a fully functioning pussy and a sweet, tight ass. Be nice to me, and I might let you take one of my other virginities.”

James hadn’t responded before Michelle showered, ate dinner, did the coursework required, and got ready for bed. She turned her light off when her phone buzzed. James had typed, “When?” ‘Got you!’ Michelle chuckled as she put her phone down and went to sleep.

Back in the present in her condo, Michelle idly stroked her throbbing cock as she recalled the loss of her first virginity. She wondered if she’d kept the photos from that long-ago escapade. That adventure was at least four phones ago, so she wasn’t sure. But when she opened her phone pictures folder on her computer, she saw a file with that year stored. Opening the folder and scanning through only took moments, and suddenly, there they were. Six photos of James’ wrecked hole and her cum oozing from it. ‘He went on to become one of the world’s best players,’ she recalled. ‘Won a USPGA title.’

The remembered feelings from that day brought Michelle close to her climax but left her short and wanting. She closed her eyes and thought of losing her second virginity—her tight ass surrendered to Carmelo Vallejo, a golfer on her college team.

Michelle had met with and fucked James several times after their first encounter. However, to Michelle’s eventual disgust, James had changed into a total bottom slut. Despite her offering him her ass virginity, James solely wanted Michelle to fuck him. That was fun for a few times, but then Michelle needed more from the young man. It got to the point that the only time James got hard was when Michelle pounded his ass. His cock would spurt as she fucked him, but although it was fun to make him cum, she needed more.

The only thing James would do for her was to suck her cock and swallow her cum. While that was great, he wouldn’t do anything more. Michelle told him it was over and returned her attention to passing her classes and becoming the best golfer she could. She didn’t date again until she went to college. She was accepted into Stanford University and played number one for their golf team. She was promoted to play number one as a freshman, earning the ire of the senior players.

“Get better and knock me off the top spot,” Michelle told them bluntly.

Relations between Michelle and her team were icy for most of the year. But when Michelle emerged undefeated, the ice thawed, and she even had some genuine friends for the first time in her young life. When she returned for her sophomore year, most of the group who had been catty towards her had graduated. Her freshmen teammates looked to her for guidance and inspiration, and even the older players asked for help.

That changed after her sophomore year. Deciding that playing college golf was wasting her talents, Michelle turned professional. However, that was after she met and fucked Carmelo Vallejo.

Looking back on it now, Michelle realised that Carmelo was another pretty boy who was probably only marginally less feminine than her. However, she’d played behind him during an invitational event where Michelle had been invited to play with the men. Michelle admired Carmelo’s flamboyance, preparedness to take on any shot, no matter how impossible, and his cute ass in his too-tight, pastel-yellow golf trousers. She was smitten and had problems concentrating. She followed him again the following round. The distraction of which caused her to miss the cut by a whopping six shots. She was officially last of the one hundred and forty-four contestants.

Michelle was too young to sit in the bar and drink to drown her sorrows, so she sat in the restaurant area. She stared at the golfers finishing their rounds, brooding. Michelle could drive the ball further than most men, and her mid and long iron play was exemplary. She needed to fix two things to compete on the men’s tour. Primarily, Michelle had to learn how to play successfully from the thicker rough surrounding the fairways and greens that the courses set up for the men had. Secondly, Michelle’s clutch putting regularly let her down. She missed too many putts from the four to eight-foot range that the men and her contemporaries on the LPGA tour made.

“Not drinking?” Carmelo asked, settling into a seat beside her.

“Too young,” Michelle replied. “I’m not twenty-one yet.”

“I am,” Carmelo chuckled. “By three days.”

Looking at his handsome, smiling face made Michelle’s lengthy cock give the lurch that indicated her attraction to someone. Similarly to James, Michelle felt damp between her muscular, shapely thighs, too. Trying to maintain her cool so that her cock didn’t rip from its confines and make itself known, Michelle clumsily flirted with the handsome South American.

After another gauche attempt at seduction from Michelle, Carmelo joked, “You’re not real good at this whole flirting thing, are you?”

“Look at me,” Michelle stated. “I’m taller than most men. I’m stronger than many of you. I hit the ball further and play better than all, but perhaps the top fifty or sixty men. Then, add in that I’m beautiful, have a body to die for, and I’m super-confident. How many men can even hold a conversation with me, let alone start one?”

“And yet, I did,” Carmelo smilingly replied.

“Yes, you did,” Michelle said thoughtfully. She decided to take the bull by the horns. Michelle reached with her left hand and cupped Carmelo’s balls. “Want to come up to my room and fuck?”

“Yes,” Carmelo instantly replied.

“The thing is, I’m on my period,” Michelle lied. “You’ll have to do me in the ass. Is that alright?”

“Yes!” Carmelo averred again.

Michelle told him her room number and told Carmelo to wait fifteen minutes before coming up. She casually walked to the lifts, but Michelle ran to her room once she got out. She had a quick shower, dried off, and carefully tucked her cock and balls away. Typically, she would tuck and tape them along her perineum. But if Carmelo was going to fuck her ass, she couldn’t risk him seeing her cock. So, instead, she used duct tape to flatten her shaft and balls against her shaved abdomen, and then she put on some thong panties. The panty was only a narrow strip along her ass crack, but it widened to a broad strip across her pudenda and was high enough to cover the tape.

She had enough time to examine herself in the mirror. ‘It’ll do for a quick fuck,’ she thought.

Carmelo knocked on the door as Michelle pulled a flowing silk mini-dress over her athletic shoulders and B-cup breasts. Her firm globes kept the dress away from her groin and hid her bulge.

“Hi th ... hmmph,” Carmelo began before Michelle locked her lips to his and dragged him into the room. She had him on the bed, his pants and briefs around his ankles, and his cock in her mouth seconds later.

Carmelo hadn’t had a chance to shower after his round, and his musky, manly smell had Michelle’s libido revving hard. His cock tasted salty from his dried sweat, and Michelle almost purred as she tasted him. Unfortunately, Carmelo was another man somewhat lacking in the ‘cock department’. He was a respectable close to six inches, which Michelle later learned was about average. But she’d thought ‘average’ would be about how long and thick she was. Whatever. It disappeared down her throat, and her fingers tickled his taint and chocolate star. Carmelo was not complaining!

He came swiftly, but having a cock herself, Michelle knew he wasn’t close to being done. She released his wilting cock from her mouth and avoided its head as she set about re-inflating it. Her kisses and soft licks, combined with her tickling, probing fingers, soon had Carmelo ready to party again. Michelle gobbled him down again. Carmelo was more forceful and manly this time. He held Michelle’s head tightly and tried to choke her with his cock. His actions both excited and infuriated Michelle. She was blowing him willingly and taking him deeper than anyone before her. Or so she’d bet. Yet he still tried to choke her? Asshole.

He needed punishing for his temerity. Michelle knew that. Carmelo was another pseudo rapist. Not one who necessarily took women against their wishes, but one who only worried about getting his and not giving anything in return. He’d pay for that, but not until he’d done what Michelle desired and taken her second virginity. Wanting her first time to last, Michelle brought Carmelo to a second climax with her mouth, eagerly swallowing his gift as he presented it to her.

She moved up the bed, pulling Carmelo’s shirt up as she went. She tried to kiss him, but he turned his head away, disgusted by the thought of tasting himself in Michelle’s mouth. ‘Definitely an asshole,’ Michelle thought as she pretended not to be affronted by his selfishness. She worked on returning Carmelo’s erection and then went back down on his cock. She wanted him too aroused to pay any attention to anything other than shoving his cock in her ass. Although Michelle had a pussy, too, she wasn’t prepared to give that up yet. She was saving it for someone special, even though she had no idea who.

Michelle had Carmelo where she wanted him, so she moved onto her hands and knees before him. Carmelo took the hint and squatted behind her ass. Although Michelle was an anal virgin, she’d spent many hours fantasising about and preparing for this moment. She’d purchased a series of butt plugs ranging from thin and four inches to about the same size as her cock. Then, she’d practised with them until she could comfortably accept the biggest one in her virgin ass.