by Bo Naidal
Then I waited. She began to shift forward with her body, so my cock would come out of her pussy. She went forward slowly and carefully, fearful she would lose my cock. Then when my cock was nearly out of her pussy, she shifted and came back.
She was a bit awkward at first, but the feeling was sensational, both visually and physically. I watched as that big round ass of hers bounced against my stomach. Oh, and then feeling those blessed cheeks brush up against me.
It took every ounce of control I could muster to do nothing, to simply let her do the work. In the beginning, she nearly lost my cock twice. But as she continued, her skill seemed to improve exponentially.
Soon she had a steady rhythm going. I barely moved, and bounce, bounce, bounce came her ass. My cock slipping deep into her pussy, then sliding out, then back in.
The sensation was staggering. It was better than any drug. My whole body felt charged with a delicious pleasure. I calmed myself and just let it go on and on and on, as I stared at that yummy bottom of hers, bouncing against me yet again as her pussy swallowed up my cock.
But then I realized all at once, I had to come. I had to come something fierce. And there was no way I'd come at this steady rhythm.
"Hold still," I barked.
I then pushed her legs out. I got myself situated behind her for maximum pumping action. Then, I began to pump her in earnest. I thrust myself deep into her, pulled out to the brink, then shoved myself back into her.
"Oh, God," Annie spluttered.
I slapped her absentmindedly on the rump and just kept pumping. Finally, in order to increase my pace, I grabbed her by the hips. I held her as if she were a toy for my cock. As much as I shoved forward with my hips, I also pulled Annie's big ass toward me with my arms as I fucked her.
With complete control of her body, I then began to move at a truly frenzied speed. My whole body broke out in a sheen of sweat. Annie, too, was slick with her own set. I had to hold her firmly in place so her wondrous ass didn't just slip away from me.
God, did I pound her hard! You could hear me slapping against her ass with each thrust I made. Bam, bam, bam. We both breathed raggedly.
I let go of Annie's hips when I realized she was thrusting herself backward every time I went forward. There was amazing synchronization between us. I thrust, and she pushed back to meet me at exactly the right time.
The power and intensity of our fuck was insane. We were like a boiling hot machine. I was a piston firing off, and she never missed an injection.
When her pussy began to convulse and Annie began to scream, I hollered. It was a massive whelp as I thrust my cock into her so hard, I don't know how she didn't split apart.
Then with Annie's own pussy convulsing around me, I began to come. And God did I come. Rope after rope after rope. I buried myself deep inside that fantastic fanny, and I unloaded as I'd never unloaded before.
I swear, I felt I were squirting my entire guts into her womb! I'd never come so intensely or in such volume. Then, finally, it was over.
I barely moved, my cock still positioned deep in her pussy. I smoothed my hands over her ass again. God, how I loved that ass of hers.
Finally, I eased my cock out of her pussy. I was still a little hard.
Annie moved and twisted until we were face to face. Oh, she was still cute, pretty Annie, with the hazel eyes and the smattering of freckles over her nose. God, how I loved my best friend.
But she was, also, now the most voluptuous woman, I'd ever fucked, thanks to the bimbo wand.
Annie put her arms around my neck. She pulled herself close to me. She spread kisses over my neck, then she looked up at me with those delightful eyes.
"I almost didn't say hello to you," she said.
"Why?"
"I was feeling shy," she said.
"Well, I'm glad you did," I said.
"So, what are you going to do about school?" I asked.
"Those professors are in for it now!" She smiled sinisterly.
"Good for you, Annie," I said.
We both looked out a nearby window and saw it was getting dark.
"So, do you wanna stay over tonight?" Annie asked. "Just like old times?"
I smiled at that. Just like old times, only better.
"It's gonna be a long night if I stay," I said.
"That's just what I was hoping for," Annie said, her lips softly gliding over mine.
Sweet, sweet Annie.
As she pulled me down to another kiss, I cast a glance at the bimbo wand. I wandered what new adventure awaited me next.
The end for now.
Bimbo Wand 6: The Preacher's Daughter
My name is Michael Christian Jones. Everyone calls me MC.
Perhaps you've heard of my Bimbo Wand? If you haven't that's okay. I'll tell you all about it.
I once had a magic wand. It was the most amazing wand ever. It could take the most formless of women and give them the most marvelous figure you'd ever seen, big bountiful breasts and full rounded rumps.
It turned women into works of art, love dolls. It gave them the type of figure that attracts men like honey does flies. Each time I'd seen the transformation it had left me breathless.
Needless to say, all of these women had been incredibly grateful. And the first thing they'd wished to do was to share their delight with me. Oh, the ways they shared that delight. The things these women had wanted me to do to them!
In short, I'd made many women quite happy, and in the process, I'd had my own moments of pleasure so exquisite, it had left me walking on cloud nine.
There is one particular story I'd like to tell you about. It involved a preacher's daughter. So without further ado, let's begin.
I worked for an antique shop. I had an excellent eye for finding rare and expensive items among the junk. I was making both my shop and myself a fortune.
I'd heard about an old church building that was going to be demolished. Everyone knew the church because there were so many rumors about it. Its congregation had a reputation for severity. None of them drank alcohol or danced. Even sex in marriage was frowned upon unless it was to make babies.
The reason the church was being demolished was that they'd built a new one about a block away from the old one. Sensing an opportunity, I'd called the preacher in charge of the church. I'd asked him if I could have a look around the old building before they demolished it.
"I'd be happy to share the profits with you if I find something valuable," I said to him.
"Sir, I'm sure you do not mean to offend, but greed and profit are instruments of Satan," the preacher said.
"Oh, I see. I didn't mean to suggest anything," I said.
I did some mental arithmetic and made some guesses about how much I might find in the old church.
"I'd be happy to make a donation," I said. "It might be substantial. Then perhaps as a favor, I could look around the old building?"
"Sir, are you trying to bride me?" said the preacher. "Please be straight with me, son, are you a sinner? Have you opened your heart to the lord?"
I scratched my head.
"I do my best, same as anyone," I said. "But it is sinful to waste, isn't it? And if there are valuable items in the church, you wouldn't want them to be wasted, would you?"
This gave the preacher pause.
"Well, now that you put it that way," he said. "Fine, then. You may take what you wish from the old church building before it is demolished. And we can expect a donation from you, sir?"
"Yes, of course," I said.
Everything was discussed and settled. I arrived at the old church building late that afternoon. Standing in front of it was a very young woman. She must have been about twenty. She had an extraordinarily pretty face. She had the sweetest eyes, the friendliest smile, and the sexiest lips I'd ever seen.
From the neck above, she was hot. My cock actually got a little hard just looking at those lovely lips of hers. But, unfortunately, from that point onwards it was downhill.
Sh
e had a chest as flat as a table top. As for her ass, it was simply a couple of jutting bones. I was shocked. How could such a pretty face be given such a skin and bones body?
"Hello, my name's Melanie Muffin," she said. "I'm the preacher's daughter. Are you the guy from the antique shop that called this morning."
"Yes, that'd be me," I said. "My names Michael Christian Jones, but you can call me MC."
"So pleased to meet you, MC," she said extending her hand.
I took it and squeezed it. When I did so, she actually turned a little red and looked down.
It's rare I find a woman that's not immediately attracted to me. I'm not boasting, that just happens to be the way it is.
Melanie was no different. In fact, she positively glowed looking at me. She became incredibly demure, coy, and charming. It was hard not to like her immediately.
The church was all boarded up. There were warning signs everywhere about the imminent demolition. Melanie unlocked the front door. Then she stood back and away.
"Are you coming in?" I asked her.
"Oh, no, I wouldn't presume," she said turning scarlet. "A lady should not be alone with a man, you know?"
I thought about this. I really needed a guide. Some of these old churches often had small side rooms and little storage areas.
"Well, I won't tell anyone if you won't. I can promise you I'm harmless," I said.
Melanie sighed. Then she did something unexpected. She looked down at her flat chest.
"Yeah, it's not like I got much to worry about, huh?" she said.
Then she motioned for me to enter the church. She followed behind me.
"Don't be so down on yourself," I said.
Melanie quietly shut the door to the church.
"What do you mean?" She said.
"You're safe with me," I said. "But it's not because you're not pretty."
"But I'm not pretty, and I know it," she said. "You know, it's one thing to be tempted and not sin, but it's another to never be tempted. Nobody ever tries to tempt me. How do I even know I'm really a good girl?"
I saw her point.
"They say temptations real hard," she laughed. "But no one's tempting me."
I thought about this.
"Is that what you want? To be tempted?" I asked.
She came in closer to me. She really did have a pretty face. She deserved a good body to go with it.
"Of course," she said. "Everyone says I'm such an angel, but am I? How can I know if I ain't never been tempted?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
She actually laughed a little. Then, Melanie, the preacher's daughter, tried to explain.
"Well, it's just a fantasy. But if I had the perfect body, I mean the kind of body that drives boys wild," she said. "Then, I'd be really tempted right?"
"I'm sure you would be," I said.
"Then if I refused those temptations, I'd really be an angel, wouldn't I? And when my father thought about how proud he was, of me being an angel and all, it'd all be true. Not like it is now, 'cause I ain't got no temptations now," she said. "Does that make any sense?"
I had to scratch my head on that one. One thing was clear, she wished she had a great body.
"Basically, you're saying you wish you had a great body, right? That's what would make you happy, right?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, it would make me happier than a lark!" She said instantly. "But, of course, it's just a silly fantasy."
"Not necessarily," I said.
Her cute face scrunched up. She wrinkled her nose at me. Her face was adorable.
"Well, I'd never go and get one of them operations, if that's what you are talking about," Melanie said. "I mean, to each his own, but in my case that wouldn't make any sense, would it?"
I shrugged.
"That's not what I had in mind, actually," I said.
I unslung my backpack. I unzipped it, reached in, and pulled out the bimbo wand.
You should have seen the face of the preacher's daughter. She had no idea what I was reaching into my backpack for. And then when I produced the wand, she looked at me as if I'd pulled out a dildo.
"What's that?" she said, nearly panicking.
"It's my bimbo wand?" I said.
"Oh my God, your bimbo what?" Melanie gasped. "What are you suggesting?"
Despite some pretentious and phony outrage, I could tell Melanie was deeply interested in the wand and me.
"If I wave this wand at you, and I say the magic words, it will give you the body of a seductress," I said.
"A seductress?" Melanie gasped.
"With the body you'd then have, men would be all over you," I said. "They'd be yours for the picking. Practically, every guy you met would be after you. How would that be for temptation?"
Melanie blew out some air.
"Oh, that'd be something wouldn't it," she said. "Every guy out there wanting to...well...be with me."
"Sure. And you could refuse them all," I said. "Assuming that's what you really wanted."
"Yeah," she said. "I'd be like the purest girl in the world then, wouldn't I?"
"Do you want me to do it?" I said.
Then, suddenly, the preacher's daughter let out a big laugh.
"If you could, I'd say yes in a heartbeat," she said. "You so sweet to indulge my fantasies. But I know you can't really do that."
"Just give me your permission," I said. "And let's find out."
"Oh, you got it," she said.
Then she stood straight up, her arms at her side, looking straight at me, waiting. She had a funny grin on her face. She clearly didn't believe me.
I waved the wand, and I said the magic words, "thou art sexy."
When I said the magic words, Melanie burst out laughing again. She stood there for a minute waiting. Nothing happened. She smiled at me.
"Well, you gave it your best shot, MC," She said. "Thank you for that!"
Then, suddenly she exhaled. Her mouth dropped open. Her eyes widened. She tried to take in some air, but however she gulped for it, it wasn't enough.
I was scared something bad was going to happen to her. I dropped the wand, and I rushed to her. I stretched my hands outward, ready to offer her support. She raised her hand up for me to stop.
"It's wrong for a man to touch a woman like that," she managed to sputter.
I took a step back and watched her.
She finally managed to catch her breath. She stood up. I could see that below her skin her body was shifting, changing, growing. Her clothes began to grow tight, and she quickly had to tear off the light sweater she was wearing, then her blouse. She let her long skirt fall to the ground.
Then, Melanie's hands rushed to her chest, there were now two luscious love mounds there. She covered them with her hands and squeezed them. As she did so, the rest of her parts finished their transformation. Now, she had the body of a love goddess.
The preacher's daughter was now a love doll come to life. She had voluptuous curves from start to finish. Her rump had rounded deliciously. Her hips curved lusciously.
I swooned as I looked on at her. She wore nothing but her pale blue underwear stretched out to crazy proportions. According to my cock meter, she'd broken the scale in terms of feminine sexuality.
She stood there in a state of shock. She hadn't believed me in the slightest. Now, she was truly a vivacious, sexual tart.
"No one will ever be able to resist you," I said, my own cock having sprung to life.
There was no way her blouse and skirt were going to fit her again. But the preacher's daughter picked up her pink sweater and put it over her stretched underwear. It was an absurd gesture, and it only heightened how massive her proportions were now.
Jesus Christ, between her already pretty face and sexy lips, and her new love doll body, I'd never wanted to fuck anyone more! I was dying just looking at her.
"Am I tempting you, MC?" she said.
"Damn right," I said. "I'd fuck you in a heartbeat if I could, Melanie."
Then, I remembered I was talking to the preacher's daughter. I regretted my words at once. But Melanie didn't seem offended at all.
"You would?" she said softly, stepping a little closer to me.
I raised a single eyebrow at her. She was the preacher's daughter. What was I supposed to say to her now?
She took another step closer to me so that I could now feel the heat of her body.
"I got a confession to make, MC," she said.
"What's that, Melanie?" I said.
"The truth is, I was lying to you about all the purity crap. I just figured it didn't matter none, you know?" Said the preacher's daughter. "After all, no one ever wanted to fuck me. But the reality is I hate being so pure! I hate it! I can't breathe that way. I feel like my whole life I been suffocating. Goddammit, I wanna sin, MC, I wanna sin!"
At hearing all this, my cock got twice as hard.
"Oh," I said. "I could help you with that."
Melanie then put both her hands behind my neck. She looked up at me with those sweet eyes of hers.
"I'd be thankful if you could," she said.
She put her head on my shoulder nook. Her marvelous muffins fell against my chest. I wanted to fuck her so bad now, it hurt. And the thing was, she now wanted me to fuck her!
The preacher's daughter reached down with her hands. She found my belt, unbuckled it, slid it off, and thew it off to the side. She then worked carefully to open my button fly. Then, at last, one of her hands slipped into my boxers and she grabbed my cock.
She let out a small gasp as she did so.
"Oh, it's as sinful as a snake and feels the same," she said. "Only thicker and silkier!"
Her hand slid up and down my cock. Slowly, she probed it, exploring it fully with her fingers.
"It feels like warm, hard velvet," she said. "I've always wanted to hold a cock. I've always wanted to sin. Thank you, MC!"
"You're welcome," I said, becoming increasingly excited as she gently stroked my cock.
"Of course, you know, MC, that everyone loves the sinners. Why without the sinners we'd have no church at all! It's all about sinning, when it comes down to it, isn't it?"
I had no idea what she was talking about. But I saw no reason to argue with her.
