The Ultimate Collection: 18 Books

by D. L. Savage

  Was he really about to do this?

  Was he really about to let this hot black man fuck him?

  But before he could think any further, Darryl was moving towards him, once again touching him and kissing him, putting his big warm hands all over his body, cupping his tender breasts, his large ass, and once more fondling his aching, yearning pussy.

  “Let’s take this to my room,” Alex said, breathily, his body once more trembling at Darryl’s expert touch.

  He couldn’t tell if he was in charge or not — and if anything, it felt good to let someone else take the lead; to be dominated fully by this hot, hunky guy.

  He’d only just stepped into the room when he felt Darryl’s hot rough hands grab his wrists and pull them back behind him.

  What the fuck?

  “I know you like this,” Darryl said, a new coldness entering his voice, and Alex had to admit that, yes, he did like it. He could feel his pussy throbbing the more dominant and forceful Darryl got with him. It was such a strange feeling … He wanted nothing more now than to be told exactly what to do. To be made into a kinky little slut. To be forced onto his knees. To be pounded by Darryl’s big hard dick.

  “Get down,” Darryl commanded, fumbling with his belt, “and open your pretty little mouth, slut.”

  Alex did exactly as he was told, his heart absolutely pounding now at the thought of what was about to happen next.

  He could feel his clit throbbing insistently beneath his panties, yearning to be touched, but there was something pretty hot about denying himself the pleasure, too, of just focussing solely on this big hot guy in front of him … He opened his mouth, his eyes widening at the sight of Darryl’s cock and balls, which were so fucking big and shiny and black.

  It looked like the kind of cock Alex had only ever seen in pornos. Yet here it was, right before his pretty little face, all veiny and throbbing, the balls big and smooth and shaven and tight beneath.

  Fuck.

  Could he really go through with this?

  But again, before he even had a chance to turn his head away, Darryl had grabbed it and held it in place, moving his hips, pushing his dick forcefully into Alex’s open mouth.

  The first thing Alex noticed was the sheer heat of it. It was so warm — throbbing hot living flesh, filling his mouth up completely. He had to strain his jaw to fit it all inside, and as Darryl began to fuck his mouth, building up in intensity, Alex felt his eyes begin to water and he gagged occasionally when Darryl thrust too far, nudging against his tonsils.

  But after a while, once he’d grown used to the feeling, Alex realized he kind of liked it. It was pretty fucking hot to feel this big wet meaty cock sliding in and out between his lips, and he lapped at it with his tongue and moaned softly, his own hands now reaching upwards and cupping Darryl’s butt cheeks, feeling how tense they were as he thrust his big cock deep into Alex’s mouth and throat.

  Alex felt like he could have continued like that for a long time, but soon he felt Darryl pull himself away, leaving a big shiny cord of saliva dangling from the end of his big black cock.

  “Turn around, bitch,” Darryl said in a low mean voice, and Alex did just as he was told, getting to his feet, his legs feeling so trembly now, as he turned and faced Stephanie’s bed, resting both hands on it for support, thrusting out his pretty ass, arching his back, his pussy so wet and throbbing and positively aching now for cock.

  He gasped as he felt Darryl roughly pull his leggings and panties down around his knees, hearing the fabric tear a little. He stepped out of them, then spread his legs wide, waiting in anticipation for what would happen next.

  He shivered when he felt Darryl’s fingers touch his pussy and spread his ass from behind, his own warm wetness slicking the inside of his thighs and ass cheeks so tantalizingly. There was a delicious pause, and then he felt something hot and hard touch against the opening to his pussy hole.

  For a moment, Alex panicked that he would be too tight to fit this big fucking cock inside him, but then he tried to relax himself as much as he could, and sure enough, he felt the first thick hot inch slide easily inside him.

  He groaned and shivered — it felt so strange yet so good. It felt like it was filling him up completely, with its size, its warmth.

  “Oh baby,” he moaned quietly, his own right hand straying upwards, cupping his tender breast as Darryl slid another slick hot inch deep inside him.

  “You want it hard bitch?” Darryl grunted.

  “I do, I do,” Alex murmured. “Fuck me … Fuck me hard, please.”

  And at this he felt Darryl grip his slim hips firmly and then slide in the whole rest of his hot, thick rod in one go.

  Alex cried out, the mixture of pleasure and pain shivering around his body, then gasped as Darryl slid himself back out again, then slammed his cock once more into Alex’s tight little pussy.

  Alex felt his titties jiggle, and he pulled up his vest top to free them completely, his little nipples so hard and stiff now, as that big black cock fucked him rough and hard from behind.

  Alex moved his hand from his breast to between his legs, gingerly touching his clit once more, gently working it in a circle, just the way he had done earlier. And in response he felt a another orgasm building inside him, even quicker and more intense than before.

  He whimpered as he came, his whole body bucking and buckling, as Darryl continued to plunder his cunt, which was clenching and spasming tight around that big black cock deep inside him.

  He felt Darryl pull out, and heard him say from behind him, “Turn around and get back down on your knees.”

  Alex knew exactly what this meant: he’d seen enough porn to know just what was coming next.

  He felt another sharp flash of worry, mixing in with the last shivers of his orgasm. Was he really about to let this complete stranger cum in his mouth?

  But as he caught another glimpse of Darry’s big juicy cock, all wet and slick with pussy juice, the bulbous head a deep dark purple color, he finally let go of his inhibitions, gasping and opening his mouth eagerly, extending his pretty pink tongue to receive Darryl’s load.

  Darryl jacked his cock a couple of times, feeding it out to Alex, who had just about enclosed his lips around its head when his mouth was filled with a warm gooey cum explosion. He felt it squirt and pulse, right into the back of his throat in long hard jets, and he gulped back as much as he could, as more and more filled up his mouth. It tasted sort of salty and bleachy but not too bad either, and he found himself sucking eagerly at the spongy tip of Darryl’s cock, hungry for more, milking it of every last delicious drop.

  “You like that, whore?” Darryl said, looking down at him with cold stern eyes.

  And Alex nodded his head.

  He did.

  He really, really did.

  The next morning, when Alex awoke, he was unsure where he was at first. This wasn’t his bedroom — this bedroom was girly and pink and smelled sweetly of perfume. And then he remembered. His hands shot to his body and sure enough, it was still Stephanie’s tender frame. Now it was naked, too: so soft and warm and silky-smooth to the touch.

  Then he remembered Darryl, too, and felt a shiver of excitement. Fuck, had he really done that?

  Downstairs, Alex could hear Stephanie’s parents moving around, talking and laughing through their morning routine. They’d come home to find the house just as they left it, completely unsuspecting of what had taken place just a few hours previous. And Alex realized then just how easy it was to secretly be a slut, while keeping it from everyone …

  Just then, his thoughts were interrupted by the buzz and chirp of Stephanie’s cellphone on the bedside table near his head. He looked at the display: Alex.

  He picked it up and answered it gingerly, “Hello?”

  “What the hell are we gonna do?! I thought perhaps if I went to sleep I’d wake up in my own body again. But I’m still in yours! This is awful!” came the garbled reply.

  It still felt so weird to hear hi
s voice but coming from the other end of the phone.

  “I know,” Alex replied.

  “So, any ideas how to swap back?”

  “Not really …”

  “Meet me in the park at one, exactly where we sat yesterday,” Stephanie replied in his voice. “I want to try eating another of those strawberries together. See if that does the trick.”

  “Sure,” Alex said, rather distractedly.

  “Hey, you do want to swap back, don’t you?!” Stephanie said sharply. “You don’t sound particularly worried.”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be there, see you later …” Alex replied, quickly hanging up the phone.

  But already his thoughts were elsewhere. He’d had such a good time so far in Stephanie’s body so far, he didn’t really want it to come to an end just yet. And if he was honest, he was kind of glad that they hadn’t swapped back.

  He looked at the pink princess clock on the wall: it was just after eight in the morning. He still had plenty of time before one.

  He opened the cellphone and began looking through all the kinky messages Stephanie had been sending back and forth with various horny strangers.

  And his pretty mouth curled into a naughty, slutty grin as he wondered just what kind of fun he might get up to next …

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  9

  My First Time in Panties

  My name’s Josh. I’m twenty two as I write this, but the events I’m about to tell you took place back when I was just nineteen. My dad had remarried that same summer, and we had all relocated to Philadelphia (the ‘City of Brotherly Love’ apparently). My new step mom Cindy was young and attractive and I found this pretty confusing.

  But that summer, I had a lot of strange and conflicting feelings, not just about Cindy but about my sexuality in general. For instance, I’d begun watching way too much porn, searching out more and more extreme varieties, and for some reason, I’d begun checking out the guys almost as much as the girls. There was something about their bodies, their big cocks, their smooth round balls, that — if I admitted it to myself — kind of got me off.

  And another thing: I’d begun thinking about dressing up, too, in Cindy’s clothes.

  You see, Cindy, unlike my actual mom, was always strutting around the place in these ridiculously tight yoga pants, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination – her thong panties always poking out from over the top of her waistband. Well, it wasn’t long before I began wondering what it felt like to try a pair on. So sometimes, I’d wait until no one was around and then sneak some out of the washing basket, to try on.

  But this wasn’t all, either.

  Cindy’s son, Danny, was kind of giving me cause for confusion, too. Because unlike me with my scrawny weedy pale little body, Danny — who was about a year older than me — was completely and totally built. He was muscular, tanned, attractive, athletic … And sometimes in the morning, as he strutted out of the shower back to his bedroom, I would find myself catching a greedy covert glimpse of his tanned, naked flesh, all glistening and wet from the shower, and — if it was my turn in the bathroom next — I’d find myself quickly locking the door with fumbling, trembling fingers, taking a dirty pair of Cindy’s panties out of the wash basket and pulling them on, and then hurriedly masturbating, my mind swirling with images not just of Danny’s hot muscular torso and what I imagined his cock might look like, but of Cindy too!

  Fuck. It was just too much. I was worried that I was turning into some kind of creepy, weird pervert or something, and so as you can probably imagine I just couldn’t wait to finally get myself out of that mad house — to finally escape to college, just as soon as summer was over, away from all my temptations …

  Well anyway, one morning before I left, my dad and Cindy and Danny had all gone out on some awful-sounding trip somewhere in my dad’s station wagon, and I was left alone in the house for once. So I walked up the stairs to the large master bedroom that Dad and Cindy shared, deciding to finally take a little peek inside — something I’d been meaning to do, ever since we first moved in.

  I padded over to the large dresser drawers in the corner, walking on tiptoes even though I knew I was probably alone in the house, and slid open the top drawer not quite sure what I might find inside, but really curious for some reason, and wanting to have a little secret glimpse into their private life ...

  So I slowly slid open the drawer, which turned out to be full of Cindy’s panties, and all of them were absolutely tiny: all g-strings and thongs, completely unlike the conservative granny panties that I knew my mom used to wear.

  I think part of my curiosity with thong panties, was because of how smalland sexy and impractical they were. I’d always wondered if girls in my classes at school wore them too; I’d heard rumors that they did, and there was just something that drove me wild about the idea of it, and by trying them on, I could kind of pretend that I was a girl for a little while too, feeling just how theyprobably felt when they wore them.

  So there alone in the bedroom, I began rooting through them, trying to choose a fresh pair to try on. And that was when my hand touched something else in the drawer too: something long and thick and kind of rubbery-feeling.

  I pulled it out from underneath the panties, registering with a strange flutter of excitement that it was a large pink vibrator. I’d never actually seen anything like that in the flesh before, and I found I just couldn’t take my eyes off it. It was pretty large, especially in my small, pathetic hands, and it was made of a kind of bright pink jelly-like rubber. It was moulded to look just like a real cock, right down to the littlest details like veins and folds of skin and so forth.

  I found myself gently gripping it, seeing whether I could fit my fingers all the way round its girth (I couldn’t) and marveling at the idea of anyone fitting something that big and thick into their pussy or ass. The only thing I’d ever put inside my own ass was a single finger – and that was just once when I got a little curious in the shower, then freaked out, wondering whether doing something like that meant I was gay …

  As I looked at the drawer of skimpy, slutty little panties and the large pink jelly vibrator, I finally realized that this was probably what my dad liked about Cindy as opposed to my real mom: how different and brazenly open, how sexual she was as a woman, compared to how my mom had been. Because when I thought about my parents doing it, I often wondered if perhaps they’d only ever had sex just once, to create me.

  Standing there in the middle of the large, plush bedroom, I found my heart begin to pound at the realization of what I was about to do next.

  With a small shiver of excitement, I placed the vibrator on top of the bed, then padded over, still on tiptoes, to the large blinds, pulling them down to cover the sunlit windows, the plush room descending into a dim shadowy light. Then I stood for a moment, my breath held tightly in my lungs, listening to the silence, just to make sure that there was absolutely no one else in the house; that I was still completely on my own.

  Then, once I was totally sure, I stood in front of the large mirrored cabinet that faced their bed, and began to undress, gingerly unbuttoning the front of my jeans with trembling nervous fingers, then tugging off my plain white cotton t-shirt, revealing my scrawny pale hairless chest beneath. I slipped off my boxer shorts, then stood back to scrutinize myself: looking with distain at my small, pathetic half-hard cock, my tiny balls, and that fuzzy thatch of pubic hair above.

  I just knew that I was never gonna be a ‘hunky’ or handsome guy, no matter what I did. I’d just always been too slim, too effeminate. And deep down, I kind of wondered sometimes whether I should have been born a girl — at least then I might have been good looking … If I looked at myself a certain way, I sometimes suspected I might be ‘pretty’ — not handsome but actually pretty, in a delicate, girly way, you see.

  Just then, I remembered that Cindy had a collection of wigs too — for times when she wanted to dress up in stupid, slutty costumes, for Halloween and birt
hdays and things.

  So I opened her closet doors and began searching through, and sure enough I’d soon pulled out a glossy black wig with straight, severe bangs at the front.

  I pulled it on, then padded back over to the mirror, and what I saw made me gasp!

  Whoa, it was true: I looked so much better as a girl!

  I was actually pretty.

  As I looked at my slim, pale body in the mirror, my eyes were drawn immediately to my ass. I turned to take in my curves, looking over my shoulder at my smooth hairless butt, the roundness of my cheeks, just as plump and sumptuous as any girl’s. It was the only slightly ‘fleshy’ part of me, and I just knew already how hot it would look and feel, once I’d pulled on a pair of Cindy’s panties.

  So I went back to the drawer and began searching through her underwear, my heart pounding with excitement. I pulled out an electric pink pair, more g-string than thong, and pulled them on, sliding the tiny, flimsy strip of fabric between my butt cheeks and upwards, the stretchy fabric at the front just big enough to cup my cock and balls tightly, creating a nice pink bulge in the front.

  I looked at myself again in the mirror, realizing with delight that a sexy-looking girl was transforming there in the mirror in front of me. But my chest was still too flat — totally obvious that I was a boy.

  I went back over to Cindy’s underwear draw — enjoying the feel of my g-string rubbing softly against my asshole as I walked — and began rooting through, eventually finding a bright pink bra to match my panties. I pulled on the bra and fumbled around with the clips for what felt like forever, eventually getting it clasped by turning it backwards, then shuffling up, over my shoulders and covering my flat chest with its cups, which gaped open at the front. I pulled out a few pairs of Cindy’s tiny white sports socks and began padding the cups, and before long it actually kind of looked like I had breasts.