Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  With iron-clad self-control I sucked on her neck without thrusting my cock forward into her, savouring the moment while I gave her a new love bite to explain away to friends and family, before moving my lips to her ear.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you little slut,” I repeated my promise from earlier before adding, “and cum right into your unprotected pussy.”

  Even in her sleep Chloe’s brow seemed to furrow almost imperceptibly and I smiled, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop me.

  “I’m going to fill your fertile little womb with so much sperm there’s no way you won’t get pregnant.”

  With that I plunged my hard and slippery length into her nearly unprepared depths and moved my hands to her hips to hold on tight against her sleepy struggles. With my firm grip and the weight of my upper body bearing down on her, the little ballet dancer’s wriggling did nothing but increase the wonderful sensations on my cock and she soon relaxed.

  When her movements had stopped I released her hips to brace my weight on my arms again and began to fuck her with hard but slow thrusts, each one driving my full length into her sleeping form and causing our bodies to meet with a resounding clap. Chloe’s body was firm but such was the power of each stroke that her ass, taut and toned though it was, jiggled just a little bit after the clapping sound ended the thrust like an exclamation point at the end of a sentence.

  The pleasure was incredible, Chloe’s slit had a natural tightness that was rubbing blissfully on my sensitive tip. I increased my pace, the clapping sound almost turning into applause as I pistonned my full length into her and enjoyed the illusion that she was pushing back, brought about by the bounce of the pillows she was bent over.

  My face was right by Chloe’s and I could see a flush rising in her features as my ruthless jackhammering of her pussy continued. With each breath her voice seemed to catch, causing her to let out short ‘uh’s of pleasure which came louder and faster as her breathing picked up.

  Soon she was almost hyper-ventilating and her sexy little sounds graduated to full chirps of ecstasy, when I reached under her body to firmly pinch a nipple her whole body shuddered. Chloe’s face contorted in pleasure and the flush deepened as she let out an orgasmic scream. Asleep or not, Chloe’s body sprang and thrust against me, desperate for all the pleasure it could get from the stiff dick penetrating it so deeply.

  At last the bucking bronco under me returned to a peaceful state and I took a moment to catch my breath, having been teetering on the brink of cumming from all the frantic movements of Chloe’s body during her own climax, to say nothing of the intense squeezing her pussy muscles had done. I leaned back until I was upright on my knees again and gave her a hard slap on the ass.

  SMACK!

  “Mmmmm,” she said quietly as my handprint appeared on her rear.

  I decided that I had not yet exploited the young ballet star’s hard-earned flexibility nearly enough in all our encounters so far. Withdrawing myself from her punished pussy I manoeuvred her body until she was on her back, with the same pillows now under her ass, raising it off the surface of the bed, with me kneeling between her legs.

  Reaching under her knees on each side I brought her legs up over my shoulders and leaned forward over her body again, pushing her legs ahead of me until her feet touched the mattress over her head. Her flexibility was absolutely astounding, there was almost no resistance at all from her lithe form. The position raised her pussy further off the bed and, with some difficulty arising from both of my hands being occupied holding her legs down, I slotted my eager cock back into its warm grip.

  The position allowed for the deepest penetration of her fertile depths that I had ever achieved and I wasted no time at all in building up to a hard and fast pace, roughly fucking the passed out girl with no cares in the world bar my own pleasure. My balls repeatedly slapped against Chloe’s asshole, which I had been the first to ever fuck, and the pillows continued to provide a playful bounce to Chloe’s otherwise mostly passive form.

  I’d been on the verge of climax for quite some time by this point and I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. A wonderful tingly buzz of pleasure seemed to build up right at the tip of my cock, growing with every thrust into Chloe’s depths. It seemed to achieve critical mass and I felt the incredible sensation explode around my body. With the same kind of intensity, I felt my sperm erupt into the sleeping girl’s waiting tunnel as my hot cum splashed on her pussy walls.

  “Nnnnuuuhhhh...” Chloe groaned, perhaps dimly aware of what was happening.

  Spurt after spurt jetted from my pulsating cock and I continued sawing in and out of my passed out slut, savouring one of the longest and most intense orgasms of my life. At last there was no more pleasure or semen to be eked out of the situation and I relaxed on top of her, still impaling the sleeping teen with my erection and keeping her in the same position.

  “I came in your pussy, just like I promised, Chloe,” I said.

  Of course there was no response but, as I lay there twirling her pigtails around my finger, I had to wonder to myself if Chloe would really be joining all her friends at college the next academic year, or if she might have to delay her plans for a while.

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  Taking Tracey: A Rough Sex Gender Swap Love Story

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  Eighteen year old Samantha is a small town girl who is too afraid to show the world what she really is. In her close-knit community it would be unthinkable to come out as a lesbian, so she lives in fear and frustration, unable to tell her best friend Tracey that she is in love with her.

  Seven days before going to college Samantha vows to herself that she will tell Tracey how she feels when they visit the travelling Pasternak Fun Fair. She figures she will either have a magical week or live with a week of torment before disappearing into college life.

  Unfortunately she is unable to muster up the courage and while briefly separated from Tracey she makes a heartfelt wish in a wishing well, never really expecting it to come true. However, when she wakes up the next morning as a tall, muscular and handsome man can she find a way to seduce her friend and give Tracey the rough sex she wants?

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  Gender Swap, Paranormal, Rough Sex, Magic, Lesbian, Creampie

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  If you ever happen to see a poster advertising the fact that the ‘Pasternak Fun Fair’ is going to be visiting your town or city, run. Run hard, run fast. However, whether you run towards them or away from them is up to you. You can decide for yourself once you hear what happened to me.

  I’d been best friends with Tracey basically forever, we’d grown up together in our small town, always in the same classes, always hanging out. People often commented how disorientated they felt when they saw one of us without the other. ‘Where’s Samantha?’ they’d ask her. ‘Is Tracey at home sick?’ they’d ask me.

  Ever since we started high school Tracey had her pick of the guys, she was a real stunner. She was meant for big cities and bright lights. That blonde hair, those beautiful breasts, she would have stood out in an
y high school, let alone our small one. I could never bring myself to tell her I was in love with her, though. That kind of thing just isn’t done in a town where everybody knows everybody.

  I would have done alright for myself, if I liked guys. That’s if the number of dates I was asked out on was anything to go by. I didn’t have Tracey’s glamorous perfection, my blonde hair was a bit dull, I was ‘cute’ rather than ‘drop-dead-gorgeous’, but I was fit and slim from countless hours of aerobics classes where I could keep going longer than even Tracey could. I fit right into our small town, looks wise anyway.

  As things stood, though, every day was torturous sexual frustration. Some days were worse than others. When we got changed at school for sports, I found it almost impossible to take my eyes off her. I stole as many glances as I could without getting caught by my classmates, wanting to memorise every detail of her getting undressed so I could think about it later in the privacy of my own bed at home.

  Being best friends, she confided in me. Confided things she may not have if she knew how much I lusted after her. I knew how unimpressed she was with the guys in town. She said they were all too weak, too lacking in passion. She wanted a guy to just take charge, ravage her despite the coy games she would play, ‘fuck her hard and rough’ with wild abandon.

  She said that if another boy from school turned up on her doorstep with his hat in one hand, a rose in the other and nothing but the best intentions, she would scream. Where were all the guys that knew what they wanted and just took it? The real men?

  I didn’t have the answers for her, but my God did I want to give her the hard, dirty, sex she talked about. At the end of our little slumber parties, where she typically divulged these complaints and fantasies I would rub between my legs thinking about the details of Tracey’s body being used, and used hard. I usually found the scenes in my mind so hot that it never took long to be pushed to wonderful climax. I always smothered my face with a pillow and clenched my teeth against the orgasmic groans so as to not wake my friend up.

  When the Pasternak Fun Fair came to town it was only a week before we were going to be moving to different colleges. It was a bittersweet time for me. On one hand I would be leaving behind the small-town-trap where I didn’t dare be myself, on the other I’d have to say goodbye to my best friend and the girl of my dreams.

  We arranged to go to the fair, just the two of us, and I vowed to myself that I would tell her how I felt. I figured that if it went well we would have a magic week and then would find a way to make it work when we went to college. If it didn’t go well… then I’d only have a week of potential torment before I could disappear into the ether at college.

  We arranged to meet at the entry gate and when I saw her it was all I could do to stop my jaw from hitting the floor. I thought I’d chosen a short skirt for the evening, but it was practically a nun’s habit compared to what Tracey had on. Her beautifully toned legs went up and up, disappearing behind the black material at a point when it seemed they must surely come together. It was one of those dresses where you don’t dare sit down or bend over because it would ride up too much. Walking might prove difficult too, for that matter.

  “Hi Sam!” she called, waving enthusiastically and making her shapely breasts jiggle.

  “Hey Tracey, sorry I’m late,” I said when I was close enough to be heard over the general hubbub of the crowd.

  “No problem, I’ve learned to always allow an extra fifteen minutes over the time you give. I’ve only just arrived too.”

  “I like your skirt,” I said, my eyes taking the opportunity to dip down and drink in the view once more.

  “Thanks, do you recognise it?”

  “What? No, why?”

  “You gave it to me for my birthday.”

  “Uh… I distinctly remember giving you a new phone for your eighteenth birthday?”

  “Yes, but what did you give me for my fourteenth birthday?”

  “Oh! I think I gave you a skirt that almost came down to the knees… are we really that much taller now? How do you still fit it? I’m so jealous.”

  “Stop it, you’ll make me blush. What should we go on first?”

  “Wipeout!”

  “Oh God… I should have known.”

  It was a good night. We went on the Wipeout, the bumper cars, the tea cups, shot at some duck-shaped targets where I won a teddy bear that I gave to her, had some food and finally headed towards the Ferris wheel. Tracey turned down a plethora of men who tried to give her some pick-up lines, staying true to our plan of just the two of us hanging out that night.

  I let myself slip into a little fantasy that we were on an actual date and she was turning them down because she wanted me. It wasn’t true of course, Tracey loved men, but it was a sweet daydream. I’m not sure if it helped or hindered my courage-level, I do know that I was terrified when we stepped into our little two-person gondola thing on the Ferris wheel. It wasn’t the heights we were going to that was causing my nerves, it was an impending sense of doom that was rising in me as my opportunities for confessing my love and staying true to the vow I made were running out.

  The ride started and the noise of the crowd faded somewhat as we rose into the air, the calliope music playing directly into each passenger car on the Ferris wheel effectively drowned out sounds from the others, providing some measure of privacy. I looked over at Tracey, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. She looked so perfect sitting there with the lights of the fair below us illuminating her goddess-like features. I wondered if this would be the last time we were ever together, or whether we had something even better in our near future.

  “Tracey, I have something to tell you.”

  “Can it wait? You know I’m not good with heights, I’m kind of using all my mental energy to not scream here.”

  “No it’s… it’s important.”

  “OK… aaaahhhhh!”

  Tracey’s response was cut off with a scream as the Ferris wheel jerked to a halt when we were right at the top. Her hands shot out, one of them grabbing the safety bar, the other gripped my thigh tightly. My eyes opened wide as I looked down at my lap to where her hand was touching the bare skin just below the hem of my skirt.

  “Holy fucking shit! Why do they always do this? Why did I get on this thing? Oh God…”

  Tracey was hyperventilating slightly, I knew I should try to help her but my mind was in an absolute haze, mesmerised by the touch of her hand so close to my sex. I feigned fright as well, mimicking her motions I grabbed on to the safety bar and put my hand on her thigh, higher than hers because the shorter skirt allowed it.

  I closed my eyes, pretending to shut out the fearful view, but really doing it so I could block out everything else and concentrate on the heat of her smooth skin under the palm of my hand. We’d obviously had lots of physical contact over the years but I’d never had my hand in such an intimate place, feeling the supple muscle of her upper thigh, mere inches from her slit.

  For a few blissful moments there was nothing but our hands on each other, the gentle breeze in the night air and the calliope music over the muted background of the people far below us. Then, as suddenly as it had stopped, the Ferris wheel began moving again. Tracey’s breathing turned from a slightly panicked tempo to a few deep whooshes, and finally back to normal. She retracted her hand from my leg and, with one squeeze so gentle I was sure she wouldn’t notice, I did the same and opened my eyes.

  “OK… we’re going to be alright, emergency over,” she said before adding, “I think. What were you going to say?”

  I gulped, “Tracey… I… I…”

  “Yes? Spit it out!”

  “I… I want to go see Screech 6 sometime before you go.”

  “That was important?”

  “We saw all the other ones here in our crappy little theatre, and this one has just come out in time.”

  “Well, OK then.”

  I hated myself at that moment, a real loathing. I’d chickened out and lied to myself, I d
idn’t have the courage to tell her what she really meant to me. I turned my head away from Tracey and stared out over the flashing, whirling, lights of the fair, blinking back tears and clenching my teeth against the sobs that threatened.

  By the time the ride finished I was more or less under control, but I excused myself to find a bathroom to make sure. After quickly freshening up I made my way towards the cotton candy vendor we’d agreed to meet at, still feeling that same sinking feeling of self-hate in the pit of my stomach. That’s when I saw it.

  Standing there with nobody paying the slightest bit of attention to it was one of those old fashioned wells made out of rocks stacked in a circle you always see in the movies. Planted in the ground beside it was a stick and attached to the stick was a piece of cardboard with a couple of hastily scrawled words.

  ‘Wishing Well’

  Normally I would consider a wishing well to be directly equivalent to throwing money into a toilet, but I also noticed something shiny next to my right foot, a quarter that somebody had dropped. I was angry, frustrated and had something I really wanted to wish for, so I picked up that coin and strode to the well, throwing it in.

  After hearing the clinking of the coin bouncing off the walls for a surprisingly long time I heard a final splash in water that sounded impossibly far away. I could have sworn I felt the earth shake a little bit. I dismissed it as my imagination or maybe one of the rides doing something strange, nobody around me seemed to notice it. Under my breath I whispered my wish.

  “I just want one week where I can be exactly what Tracey wants in a lover.”

  That was it, nothing happened. I felt stupid, as if I’d really thought Tracey would instantly run up to me with a newfound and week-long interest in sex with girls. Shaking my head to clear it, I hurried to meet up with her again. Within minutes I’d forgotten all about the wishing well, it’s easy for a beauty like Tracey to take up all your attention. We talked about going clubbing with our friends the following night and about what college would be like, all perfectly normal stuff. It was a good night.