I opened part 2 saying how good felt waking up with my asshole full of cum, but now I was experiencing the most vivid pleasure and the sweetest awakening all at once: Joseph woke me up pumping his cock in my asshole. It was really, really hot... I was on my right side, half-asleep, feeling the heat of his pole turning me into his personal morning donut. My chest was sticky with his dry cum from when he had cum how much? One hour before? It didn't matter: it was a timeless situation. I felt his left hand roam from my butt to my leg, to my breast, to my tummy. I just relaxed on his right bicep, while he brushed my nipples with his right hand. I moaned to let him know I was awake, he said: "Uh, my yummy chubby girl, I love your body..." "Thank you, Joseph...I guess this is my breakfast in bed!" "You can bet it is, take it!". I felt just right having him entertain himself on my asleep body before I woke up, as long as I could savour at least the end of the ride. He didn't sound so pleased, anyway: he groaned like something was wrong, which worried me: "Shit, you're too tight. I'm not gonna enjoy my ride if you don't loosen up. Shit! I've turned you into a girl, but your body doesn't respond the right way... Fuck!". I didn't know how to feel: afraid, offended, excited... How? I mumbled some excuse: "I'm sorry Joseph, I promise I will be as loose as you like it soon, don't be mad at me!". He kind of laughed, but angrily: "This is not what I like...You don't have an asshole to go with your juicy ass. That feels bad. It's like fucking a fag. You're just a submissive fag, not a woman... Shit!". He kept pumping away, I felt like crying: I wanted to be what he liked, and I wanted him to like me...And I didn't want him to treat me like that: I was his girl! Suddenly he stopped. "Ok, let's see if I can do something to save you or if I have to throw you away". I answered meekly, whining: "No! Please, no! I'll do..." "Shut up, bitch!". I was in hell, but saw a way out. That felt confusing, and impossible: from heaven to hell in seconds and witho
e: would he do tat something to save me? I hoped he succeeded, no matter what it was. He lifted me up on all fours without drawing his cock from me, and put my head down on the pillow pushing me towards my hands, as my ass was lifted up unnaturally. "I'm gonna ream your ass good now, and it's gonna hurt like hell. I'm talking about me, not you, I don't care about you now. As I'm sacrificing for you, don't complain, right?" I moaned a yes in the pillow, prepared to the worst and relaxed. He made fun of me, then: "Try to imagine shoving your clit in the rear of a cat, and you'll get what I'm feeling..." I never had sex with a cat, sure, but felt so inferior and shameful as though he had caught me do that dressed in panties and bra.
"Ok, let's go!". And he actually went. In (completely in) and out (completely out) all the while, with all his weight, with all his power. I was sure I would not be able to walk anymore, he was breaking me, making me a useless bed companion for when he felt like doing it hard and hurt somebody. He grunted satisfied, as he was actually enjoying tearing me apart. I was feeling my ass on fire, especially my ring. He began to spank me hard on my asscheeks, which I didn't even feel. I was living it like a sequence of bursts of pain to my sphincter and nothing else. The pain echoed in my body not allowing me to feel the pleasure I knew hid in the moments his cock slid past my sphincter into my rear and back till it came out, when another surge of pain hit me. I was like "Ouch!" even when he was outside, when I could feel the fresh air for a fraction of second. I wasn't enjoying it, at all. But I wanted to, I could actually guess the marvellous taste I longed for in between his furious thrusts. Then he gave me the key to enjoy it, when he leaned onto me and whispered to the back of my head: "Take it whitey, be the good slave mother nature wanted you to be!". His rhythmic spanking was no longer an unknown sound, no longer...
I was transported in a quiet night in the Africa I had never seen, in the middle of a circle celebrating a tribal feast: the drums of the spanking, the fire warming me, and me as the banquet where the dominant specimen of a sort of all male amazon tribe was exercising his ius primae nocti... Wow! I immediately felt exposed and could overturn the sensation in my rear: pleasure first, pain in the background. I lifted my head and began to moan audibly. "Yes, do me harder...Do me!". Joseph actually slowed down. Surprised? Maybe. "Oh, sure, that's what I was talking about: wide open and willing to spread even more... Now relax and let's enjoy it together" "You can be sure I will...". He began to go faster and faster, but wasn't even close to cumming. I was. I did, as my asshole clenched him holding him in for a few seconds. Pure lust, something that made me shiver and go crazy. He immediately went back to that complete in and out movement I just got to appreciate, not allowing me to chill down after my orgasm. "You're great...I'm all yours!" "Yes, honey...You see..." He began to talk to me through his thrusts, continuously interrupting himself. I will omit the suspension points for easier reading (that's very kid of me...add me to your contacts in windows messenger! Seems like a good deal. Now!). "You see, this was all in your head. I knew you could relax and stretch like this. Like a cunt, not an asshole... By the way, you have to begin to use a douche bag, to clean down there. You have to. I like female cunt, not asshole. This right here, right now...This is a class A pussy. A work of art, my work of art. I turned a male asshole into a female cunt in the span of 3 days, I'm really someone. But I know it can't stay like that 24/7, you'll still need to use that as a asshole. Obviously when I'm not around. That's why you will use a douche bag: like that, you will be able to concentrate its being an asshole in a very small amount of time, which will make you available almost any time. Besides, you don't have much choice...There is no way you
re gonna hold back shit from now on!". He laughed. I knew that meant permanent damages to my asshole, but didn't care: it was worth it. It was! I said: "Yes, I will use it...But I want you to stretch me even more, so I can experience womanhood at its fullest... Will you?". I don't know why I said that. Maybe someone was taking over, a new me. He said: "Ok, but it's gonna hurt" "Do it, I'll enjoy it".
He pulled out till the head was right at the ring, where it most hurt, then stopped. I reached back for his hands with my hands, and he held me tight. He then began to push up, down left or right, without going in or out. It was slow and sensual, and I was determined not to feel pain. I got to the conclusion that pain was a poison you can get used to, and if you don't sense it you can isolate the most impressive pleasures in the world, which come out of the mist of the dull lack of pain you finally reach to reward you (maybe I was running too fast, with Joseph...). I wanted to show him how much I loved his abuse, so I moaned like a porn star "Oh, Joseph, yes! Wow...Oh! Ah!". I spontaneously assumed a girly tone with him, and knew that they would hear me from outside. His head-to-rim job lasted very long, until I finally felt almost comfortable. Right then I got up on my knees and turned my head to him, smiling languidly. I impaled myself to kiss him, still holding his hands. We kissed for a long time, our tongues the center of the world. When we stopped I whispered to him: "I'm all yours, whatever you want to do to me. Doesn't matter, you turned me into a woman, freed my real me...Do me however you want, I won't complain. Just..." "What?" he said before kissing me for another 2 minutes at least. "Just...Once in a while, when I beg you, make sweet love to me, please... I like it rough, dirty and all, but I want to feel like I'm your girlfriend as well, please! So..." "Ok, girlie. I want it, too" "So...Now?" "Now" he said kissing me and began to move slightly in my rear, still holding hands. I began to wiggle my ass in a sexy dance, as he went in circles inside me. Wow, how easy...I brought his hands to my nipples, and he began to brush `em while I still gripped his hands. We were entering a state of bliss beyond pleasure, my ass moving at the rhythm he dictated with his love stick, when he broke the kiss to tell me something. "Your nipples...They're so soft and puffy... They're the first thing I noticed in you. So girly..." I was squirmi
s he was, too, as I felt my softness pierced by something even harder and bigger. "I saw them through your t-shirt, and knew it. Nobody with such nipples and breast can be but a female...A woman...My sweet J-Lo...". Right then he pinched both my nipples really hard, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I kissed him and he screwed my prostate just a few seconds, taking me past the edge and having my clit spit untouched once more. My ass muscles clenched him and triggered his wet hot orgasm, lava splashing my happy insides. I leant into him almost fainting. He put me down on my stomach and extracted his cock from me. It felt strange and cold, the air entering my gaping open hole, the absence of what had been inside me for...How long? The air was fine, as it was burning, but... My thoughts were interrupted by him: "Sweetheart, gotta go now" he said as he presented me his cock. "Don't!" I uttered before sucking him clean and, in my intentions, more. But he pushed me off his dick and dressed. I admired him and told him "When will you come back?" "As soon as possible, don't worry". He sat beside me and fondled my ass while he kissed me goodbye. On the door he said: "Remember to wash your pussy honey" "I will my lion!" He dropped a folded paper on the table: "And here are some numbers of friends of mine you should visit. They will help you with clothes and stuff and, besides, they have to know my girlfriend, right?" "Right!" "Bye" "Bye!". I closed my eyes and felt so happy: he wanted me to know his friends! And maybe all my flatmates said about him wouldn't be true. Not with me, his girlfriend...
So, here is part 3.I'm really happy for the feedback I'm receiving, so I've decided to write more. Just...I'd like to receive more detailed e-mails: tell me about yourself, tell me what you like and what you didn't (I need criticism!)... Bye for now,
Kisses, Alexis Delby