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Breeder
Summary: mc, mf, ff, md, fd, gr, sf, in

Synopsis: Rick discovers that he is part of a breeding experiment
designed to save the human race, starting with his

Author: MCSizeMatters@hotmail.com Comments are welcome.

Breeder is a work of adult fiction and contains sexually explicit
material that some may find offensive. It is meant for persons over
the age of 18 and is not suitable for children.

All characters contained within are purely fictional, any similarity
of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place,
is purely coincidental.

The author reserves all rights to this work. It may be freely
distributed, posted and archived electronically only in its entirety
including all header material. It may not be sold in whole or in any
part, or as part of an electronic document, printed material, voice
recording or any other manner without proper copyright clearances
being obtained from the author.

Breeder
Chapter 1: Awakening

Rick was enjoying a very strange dream.

He must have been asleep because next to him sat a beautiful brunette.
Her slim form silhouetted against a deep blue light coming from the
hall. Her face was turned away and she was sucking on a huge, long
cock. Rick could see her tongue working around the massive organ as
she sucked on it. Her other hand was slowly stroking Rick's flaccid
cock. Not surprisingly Rick's cock started to enlarge. What was
surprising was that it seemed to grow far past its normal size. Rick
always had a pretty normal sized penis, but currently his erection
must have measured 8 or 10 inches. The woman's hand slid up and down
its fat length as the cock lolled back and forth in her grip. The
girth of his cock was now significantly larger; it seemed to be a wide
around as a cucumber. The woman's hand no longer encircled it. By the
time it stopped growing is now giant cock must have lain all the way
up his stomach, and it was as fat around as a beer can. The organ's
heavy weight flattened his cock slightly making it elliptical in
shape. Rick watched in fascination as the hard organ pulsed with his
own heartbeat and a drool of pre-cum oozed out of the head.

The woman moaned as the other cock began to tense and pulse in orgasm.
Rick watched in fascination as the woman greedily swallowed what was
obviously a copious volume of cum. Finally, satiated, she turned her
attention to Rick. Stroking his absurdly large cock harder she leaned
in close. Her hair surrounded his face, wrapping him in her spicy
scent. His head spun with desire as she lightly brushed her lips
against his cheek.

As if by magic she was gone but her scent still permeating the room.
Rick became aware of his surroundings. His bedroom was awash with that
deep blue light. His head spun like there were a hundred voices all
talking at once.

"Get up."

Rick didn't know if he thought or heard the voice. He had been heading
out for an evening with the boys. Funny, he didn't remember anything
he actually did while he was out. It must have been a wild night.

"We need you, Rick."

That time Rick was sure. It was his sister Janet. Rick quickly rolled
over. This movement elicited a wave of pleasure as his erection was
twisted underneath him. He made his way to the door of his room. Rick
moved as if in molasses his legs felt heavy and slow. He was dimly
aware of others in his room but for some reason it didn't seem to
matter. If you were to ask him, Rick would say it was as if someone
had a muffler in his head, his mind and body sort of out of sync.

Rick turned the corner into the short hall. In the kitchen stood
Janet, technically his cousin, although she was really like his sister
in most respects. There she is, thought Rick, now I'll find out what's
wrong. Slowly Rick came to stand beside Janet. Whatever it was
couldn't have been that important, Janet just stood there ignoring
him, staring into the other room.

Janet was younger than Rick, younger by a couple of years. Rick didn't
know exactly how old he was. He had shown up on the doorstep eleven
years ago. He had very few memories of his past. He was the child of
an uncle that nobody in the family seemed to really know. Apparently
he and his wife had perished in a terrible incident and their will
requested that Janet's mother Laura take him in. She made Rick feel
like one of the family. All this was flashing through Rick's mind as
he stood looking at Janet.

Janet had grown into a heart stopping beauty. Her long auburn hair
framed her beautiful face. She had inherited her mothers startling
green eyes. Those eyes stared into the blue light coming from the
other room. Her body stood unnaturally still, her only movement a
slight tremor. Janet was five foot seven and had the body of an
athlete. As with most nights, she slept wearing a school tank top that
just barely covered the top of her white cotton panties. As always,
Rick admired the way it fit, clinging to her firm breasts. She
breathed deeply, each breath pushing her hard nipples against the thin
white material. Following the sleek line of her body Rick couldn't
help but admire her smooth muscular ass, and the way her trembling
thighs left a little heart shaped opening at her pussy. Softly,
Janet's fingers brushed across her stomach. If he were thinking
straight, Rick would have been alarmed. He would have noticed the look
in her eyes the mix of abject terror and deep sexual arousal. But Rick
soaked in his stepsister's sexy body, aware only of his cock straining
against his pants. He could smell Janet's wet pussy as sexual tension
permeated the air. As Rick became more aroused at the sight of her
lean body Janet seemed to breathe even deeper, her nipples hardened
even more against her top. She began to slowly clench her hands, her
fingers dragging across her skin. Something was wrong with this, Rick
knew that much. Unfortunately Rick just couldn't seem to work it all
out. Rick toyed with the idea of slipping in behind her sleek body and
pressing his aching cock against her firm ass. Just then...

"The living room."

There was that one voice, the one just a little bit louder than the
rest. What was he doing standing here, gawking at his sister like
this? It must be Laura calling him. He had to go see what was the
matter. Funny though, it didn't sound like Laura. Rick stepped into
the living room. It was fairly large with a huge couch along one wall.
Next to the couch, dividing the living area and the dining room was a
love seat. Both faced the television sitting against the inside wall.
Odd, thought Rick as he walked into the room, the patio doors are
ajar. The room was filled with an intense blue light, must be the TV
he thought. Rick saw Laura sitting on the couch, by the loveseat.

Laura was a vehicle dynamist for the Air Force Space Command; she was
brilliant, to say the least. She must have just gotten home, having
gone out with a couple of her friends from work tonight. Laura was
almost forty but looked only in her late twenties. She was tall and
sleek. Her constant military training gave her a spectacular physique.
Laura's broad shoulders accentuated her large round breasts. She had a
flat, muscular stomach that widened out to full hips. Her ass and
thighs were shapely and strong. Despite her luscious body her face was
her best feature. Laura had long brown hair tied up in a neat
ponytail. By far her most startling feature was her sensual green
eyes. Her full red lips accented her high cheekbones. Tonight, Laura
was wearing a mid thigh length black pinstripe skirt and a matching
pinstripe jacket. The whole ensemble clung to her body showing off
every one of her physical attributes. The jacket opened in such a way
as to show off the curve of her impressive breasts. She must have gone
out for drinks after work with some high-ranking officials. She always
dressed like that when she wanted to impress the brass. On the
weekends she pretty much lived in tee shirts, jeans and sweat pants.
No matter what she wore, she was stunning.

Rick walked over to the loveseat and sat. It was only then that he
noticed something odd. Laura sat upright on the couch but her eyes
stared out into space and her head was tilted back. If he didn't know
better she appeared to be dreaming. He couldn't help but let his eyes
wander down the cleft of Laura's cleavage. Rick pondered the situation
for a moment maybe he could ask one of those people over there.

A jolt of realization shot through Rick. Holy Shit! There were other
people here! In the room with him! Rick leapt out of the chair. Well,
he tried to leap out of it anyway. His body just didn't seem to agree
with him. Panic swept across him his heart beat quicker. The voices in
his head grew louder, more confusing. His vision began to tunnel,
darkness moving in from the edges. His field of view went white. He
couldn't see! This scared Rick even more until his eyes re-focused.
Before him stood a man. Rather than panic Rick felt calm, warm and
relaxed. He felt a little like a fly in the spider's web though, about
to be eaten alive. Rick couldn't move, he could just sit and watch. He
wondered if this was how the fly felt just before it got eaten.

The stranger was a tall white man with short blond hair. He was skinny
and wore white and brown robes. It made him look like a Buddhist monk,
or some kind of cleric. Around his neck he wore a small pendant that
looked to Rick like it might have be Celtic. His face would be
considered anything but handsome. Large eyes dominated above a slim
nose and somewhat pointed chin. Considering the circumstance, he was
quite unremarkable.

"Hello Richard."

As the man spoke, Rick realized that he recognized him. His head spun
as waves of memories and emotions spread across him like a wave over
the rocks. If only he could concentrate a little maybe he could make
some sense out of this. As if in answer to his plight, the blue light
began to lose intensity and the voices in his head seemed to leave one
by one.

"I trust that is better. The neural block is uncomfortable for us as
well, but it was necessary for everybody's safety." The stranger
spoke, his voice both strange and familiar. "Please call me Jon." Rick
could begin to make out several figures standing in the shadows behind
Jon. They were gray skinned creatures, about four and a half feet
tall. The creatures seemed more like insects than human. They had thin
bodies, large heads and black eyes, just like in those UFO TV shows.
Their eyes were so black Rick was afraid to look directly into them.
"Ah, I see you have noticed our benefactors. They aren't what they may
appear to be, they're not aliens...exactly." He paused to let their
presence sink in. "They have been part of this planet for millennia.
They are our fairies, our sylphs, our succubae, our gnomes; they are
in every human culture's folklore. They are all that stand between
mankind and oblivion." Two creatures moved a little more into the
light. Rick could make out very fine features on their faces. A very
small, flat nose began well beneath their insect like eyes. Below was
a slit of a mouth, Rick would have sworn they were smiling. "They
don't have names as you understand, only beings. You'll get used to
it."

Rick was able to do nothing but watch. His mind was screaming to run,
but his body was unable to comply.

"You already know why we are here, you just do not realize it yet.
I'll give you the high points to jog your memory. After all, it has
been over a decade." Jon paused as if waiting for a cue. "You, my
young friend, are an experiment, or rather the culmination of an
experiment." He waited again, letting each word sink in. "About a
century ago our friends discovered that the human gene pool was dying
as a result of our damage to the environment." As Jon spoke it was as
if he was awakening part of Rick's brain "You differ genetically from
most humans. This evening we have activated your genetic programming.
 From now on you are what we call a Breeder." Jon waited as if
expecting fanfare.

Rick was unsure of what to believe, or even think, "What does that
mean?"

"As I already explained." Jon went on taking his time. "The human gene
pool will be dead in a decade or so, our friends have re-engineered
the human gene. There are only a few hundred men like you; each spread
around the globe. You are sexually superior to human males in every
way imaginable."

"I don't know, I can imagine a few ways I'm not superior." Rick
interjected

"Ah, you will be, your body is changing even as we speak, it doesn't
happen over night but the changes will become apparent soon enough."

Jon motioned to someone behind Rick.

"Let me give you a more graphic demonstration of what I'm talking
about."

A girl quietly stepped past Rick, a hint of perfume left in her wake.
Another woman, dressed in an impossibly tight body suite was leading
her. The leader was tall and slim with dark hair. Her skin looked like
she just walked off a beach in southern Italy.

The girl she led was a curvaceous blonde in a tight dark mini. It
looked like she should be out on the town dancing rather than in
Rick's living room. The skirt hugged the curve of her ass and really
showed off her thighs. The top hung by spaghetti straps and showed off
her full round breasts. Her blond hair, was pulled up and hung in
curls around her face, making her look...

"Tracy?" The girl-next-door, well down the road anyway. Rick had a
huge crush on Tracy throughout high school. He used to go out of his
way for a glimpse of her. If he were really lucky she would be out
sunbathing or jogging or roller-blading. But Tracy never wanted
anything to do with a regular guy like Rick. She dated only the star
athletes or the guys with money, usually guys with both.

The girl stopped in front of Jon, looking at him, yet not really
seeing him. Her eyes were half shut, like she was barley awake.

Jon explained. "I thought you might appreciate the irony of bringing
her." Jon said with a grin. "How would you describe your relationship
with here"

"I don't even think she would give me the time of day." Rick responded
"can she hear me?"

"She is hearing only my voice right now, Tracy, be a good girl and
turn your head so Rick can see what you have."

Tracy turned, giving Rick a fine view of her large firm breasts shown
off by the tight top. Behind her left ear was a small device, it
looked like gray plastic and several blinking lights. It really looked
like something from...

"Star Ship 7, yes, I know. Our diminutive friends thought it quite the
joke." The creatures were grinning in the shadows. "There are other
more specialized and more discreet models. You will learn about them
as you grow. The units amplify the mental abilities you already have
dormant, and are now becoming active. This model gives me total
control of Tracy; she will do anything I want of her. Let me
demonstrate" Jon motioned toward Tracy. "I am controlling her
thoughts. For her own safety, and yours, I'll restrict her movements."

Tracy sat down next to Rick. Her short dress just barely covered her
crotch. Whatever she was doing this evening, she was out hunting for a
big wallet with a man attached. As if in answer to his Rick's train of
thought; "Tracy, why don't you tell us where you've been this
evening?" Jon asked.

Tracy opened her eyes slightly. Her speech was as if she was heavily
sedated, or drunk. "I was lookin' for 'nother man silly." Tracy
giggled. "The las' one had los of money but his dick was teeny" She
giggled again, demonstrating with a slow moving hand. "Y'see lately
I've really really really wanted a huge cock." Tracy again
demonstrates moving her hands far apart to illustrate. "I dunno
why...but really want a giant cock in my mffrm...hmmm..." Tracy
dissolves back into her stupor, her hand slips across her breasts,
each finger sliding over her hard nipple and onto her lap. Rick can't
help but stare.

"Let's see what happens when I take off the mind block." Jon says to
Rick, although Rick is rather distracted by Tracy's body at the
moment.

Tracy shuddered and looked over at Rick. Her eyes grew wide with
anger. "You? What the fuck is this, some kind of a joke? You are some
fucking piece of shit Rick, quit fucking looking at my tits you perv."
She was ready to get up and leave when she looked around the room. "Oh
my god! Holy shit! What the fuck is this?

In her terror Tracy tried to stand. When she found she couldn't do so.
She started screaming that they had all better get back, stay away.
When screaming or escape didn't work and she determined that nobody
was physically hurting her she calmed down a bit.

"What the fuck is this Rick?" Her fear turning into anger. "And who
the fuck is this freak show!"

Rather than wait for Rick to come up with an answer, Jon stepped
forward.

Tracy turned to Jon, her eyes flashing with anger. "And just who the
fuck are you?"

"Tracy...I think you should be quiet." Jon said ominously.

"Fuck you! Nobody tells me what to do!" She screamed defiantly. But
then, as if a tranquilizer dart hit her, she stopped and turned to
Rick. Her eyes were drooping as she tried to speak. "Wha...no...what's
ha...noooo..." The words came in a slur as her eyes drooped. "Please
don't let them..." Her eyes closed and she slumped back onto the
couch.

" I planted a suggestion in her earlier to make her easier to handle."
Jon said. "Tracy?"

"Mmm Hmm?" She answered with a sloppy grin on her face.

"Tracy, I am going to release you. Up until now I've blocked the
effects of the males and pheromones in the room on you. Rick, I think
you'll notice a very big difference."

The other woman reached around from behind and removed the device from
Tracy.

As soon as the device was disconnected Tracy shuddered and took a deep
breath. Raising her head she took another deep breath. Rick could see
a flush appear across her neck and chest. Tracy's nipples hardened and
pointed through the thin material of her dress. He was aware of her
becoming aroused and he could smell her pussy getting wet. She opened
her eyes and put her arms against the back and arm of the couch to
steady herself. Her breathing was deep and her highly sexual state was
apparent.

"What the fuck did you give me?" She asked. Her voice was a little
husky and languorous, as if she had just finished a couple of
martinis. "I don't know what it was but I'm not letting you touch me,
got it!"

"I won't force you to do anything young lady" Jon answered her calmly.
"But I'm afraid you'll want to do more than touch in a minute or two."

"OK, I know I'm fucked up, and whatever you did made horny as hell.
But I still know what's going on and no one's getting near my pussy!"
Tracy punctuated her resolve by defiantly crossing her legs. As she
did, waves of pleasure crossed her body making her gasp. A small moan
escaped her lips as her hands went to her thighs. "You know if you
could bottle whatever you gave me you'd make a fortune, it feels so
good." Rick could see that Tracy was having trouble controlling
herself as her hands slowly moved up and down her thighs.

"What Tracy is referring to is the high level of pheromones in the air
tonight. They are helping to bring about the changes in you.
Unfortunately they greatly affect the rest of us as well."

The strange woman walked up as if on cue. Rick took a better look at
her this time. She was a tall brunette with long hair. Her face was
delicate highlighted by dark brown eyes and full lips. Her dark green
suit appeared to be so tight and form fitting as to have been sprayed
on but it appeared to be made of stretched leather of some sort. It
showed off every inch of her athletic body from her very firm breasts
and her taut torso to her shapely ass and legs. She smiled at Rick,
then glanced over at Tracy. Kneeling, she reaching into Jon's robes
and pulled out a positively huge cock. Rick did a double take, Jon's
cock, even though still flaccid, was huge. It must have been nine
inches long and very thick with dark veins raised all along it. The
skin seemed translucent and damp. It almost looked like the penis of
an animal rather than a man, its attachment area surrounded by thick
veins. The organ looked huge sprouting from his skinny body. Rick
shuddered, oddly repulsed, just to look at it.

The woman reached down and began to stroke it. The organ swelled in
her hand, making it seem small by comparison. It looked so pale
against her dark skin. She looked down at the thickening rod, knelt
beside him and began to suck on the throbbing purple head.

Despite its ugly appearance the organ mesmerized Tracy. "Oh my
god...it's so big...it's gross." She seemed drawn toward the slowly
lengthening organ. The thick rod twisted sickly to the side slightly
as it grew.

The strange woman turned and smiled at Tracy. Still stroking the stiff
penis she held it out toward the young girl. The appendage hung down
slightly in an arc, twitching with his heartbeat.

"I don't want to touch it..." Tracy said with a shiver. She was
flushed, breaking out in a slight sweat. Despite her revulsion her
eyes never left the pulsing organ.

The other woman shifted over closer to the short blonde girl. Never
breaking eye contact the brunette slid her hand along Tracy's thigh
and under her short skirt. Slowly she pulled back letting her long
manicured nails drag against the young blonde's skin. Tracy moaned and
rolled her eyes back from the sensation, her breathing rate increased.
"Please don't... don't do that." She said between breaths. Tracy's
eyes never left the giant cock.

The other woman, sensing the girl's slipping resolve, slid her other
hand up the entire length of Jon's cock forcing a stream of fluid out
of the opening at the end. She gently slid her lips around the large
cock head, smearing her lips with the pre-cum. Her cheeks demonstrated
that she was sucking hard on the organ while her hand moved up and
down its length. She let go, the cock falling from her mouth with a
loud suck. She stood, straddling Tracy's legs, and leaned above her
with a sensual grin on her face.

"What are you going to do to me?" Tracy asked, her face reflecting her
almost orgasmic level of arousal and a deep fear of the other woman.

The other woman just smiled, her mouth still closed and licked her
lips. Covering her tongue was the pre-cum she had sucked out of the
foot long cock moments ago. A drop of the liquid remained in the
corner of her mouth.

Tracy's eyes widened in realization of what the woman wanted to do.
"No fucking way, there's no fucking way you'll get that stuff past my
lips!" Tracy said in a frightened voice.

Still smiling the other woman calmly reached down and started
massaging Tracy's pert nipple. Tracy, caught off guard, gasped and
stared at the tall woman's hand as it teased her erect nub. "Please...
no..." Tracy begged as she began to pant, giving in to the sensation.

The other woman let a small quiet moan escape as she pinched and held
Tracy's erect nipple. "No...don't...this doesn't make sense...ugh...oh
god, oh god...ayeeee!" Tracy moaned between gasps that developed into
squeals of pleasure. Rick could feel that Tracy was edging on a
climax.

Tracy reached up and grasped the back of the dominating woman's neck
and drew her down towards her. "Oh god... please...please give it to
me...I need to taste it" Tracy gasped, unable to hold back any longer.

The brunette leaned in towards the pleading girl. A few inches above
Tracy's waiting lips she parted hers and let a string of cum drip into
Tracy's mouth. The blonde swallowed and licked her lips as the other
woman kissed Tracy, forcing her tongue past the trembling girls
willing lips. The women kissed for several seconds, Tracy began to
moan in orgasm.

When the strange woman pulled back Tracy's eyes followed her, filled
with unimaginable lust. The woman turned to the huge cock in her hand
and Tracy's eyes locked on the organ. She slowly reached up to take
the huge tool in her hand. The other woman stood and moved back into
the shadows. Jon's cock started to truly harden with the attention.
Tracy began to slowly move her hand up and down the growing shaft. Her
fingers weren't quite long enough to circle Jon's girth.

Even still slightly soft it had to be almost a foot long, and it was
thick. Tracy stroked its length. A clear liquid slowly oozed from the
end of his cock. Tracy slowed her hand and watched for a second then
slid her tongue up the length of his shaft. "Mmm, it tastes so good,
salty, the taste makes me feel warm, sexy..." Tracy gently took the
head of Jon's cock into her mouth, slowly sucking it in, taking almost
half of the huge organ into her mouth. Jon hardened even more, the
circumference of his rod growing.

"As your genetic alterations mature your pineal gland will release
strong pheromones, and, when excited, your cock will exude an almost
irresistible substance." Jon paused and closed his eyes, obviously
enjoying Tracy's mouth. She was salivating heavily; Jon's cock was
slick with moisture. "They act to alter a woman's sexual receptiveness
and make her susceptible to the urges she may normally repress." Jon
groaned as Tracy shoved even more of his huge cock into her mouth, her
hand pumping up and down its length. "To the female brain, the fluids
are as pleasurable, and addictive, as heroin.

Tracy pulled his cock out of her mouth eliciting a loud wet slurp. It
looked positively huge in her hand as she slid it along his wet
length, saliva dripping off its length. She stared at it, fascinated
as she slid her hand up the length; it was slick with her saliva and
his juices. "This is all wrong...but it's so big, and the taste..."
She said, her voice growing husky as she stared at the organ. Jon
grabbed the huge swollen cock. It must have been thirteen inches long
and four or five inches around. And gently holding Tracy's head he
slid his swollen member back into her eager mouth.

She began sucking on him again while Jon continued. "The level of
stimulant in here is so high I am barely able to control myself around
your women." Rick thought his use of the term 'your women' very
strange. Jon gestured behind Rick. "You can see the effect on her even
though she is barely conscious." Rick looked over his shoulder. He
enjoyed the sight of his delirious sister where he last saw her by the
kitchen counter, her hands playing under her panties. "Or this one."
Jon added gesturing to Laura. She sat on the couch with her thighs
pressed hard together, her body slowly rocking. Rick could see her
hard nipples even through the material of her jacket. He became even
hornier as he watched her lick her full lips.

Rick swung his head back as Jon let out a loud groan. Tracy was still
sucking hard on his cock, its blue veins sticking out. Jon groaned
again, the length of his cock stiffened as he began to cum. Tracy
pulled on his cock with both hands. She moaned as an unstoppable wave
of orgasms hit her. His first shot filled her mouth with cum. His
second load hit, cum drooled down her chin. Jon seemed to climax for a
minute or more Tracy swallowed most of his load, a few drools slipping
past her lips. She collected them all with her fingers and licked them
clean. She continued to suck on Jon's slowly softening rod for several
minutes. She seemed to slip into a daze, her head rolled back and she
quietly moaned as her fingers slid into her wet pussy.

"Now that I've let some pressure off we should move to the next step"
Jon said as he tucked his cock back into his robes. "I'm going to
imprint Tracy to you, Rick"

"What does that mean exactly?"

"Tracy is going to be part of your cluster...think of her as a mate.
Tracy, would you please kneel in front of Rick?"

Tracy stirred. She languorously crawled over to Rick, like a cat
rising from a fire. Her expression was dreamy as she nestled between
his thighs.

She turned and looked back at Jon, pulling her short skirt up to
expose her firm, round ass. She slid her hand back to slowly stroke
her pussy, spreading her moist lips. He obliged by kneeling behind
her. His huge rod was softer, but still firm as he placed its massive
head against her. He slowly slid the head between her stretched pussy
lips. Tracy groaned, almost losing consciousness, at the sensation of
his massive organ. She began undoing Rick's pants, pulling his hard
cock out of its confinement. She slowly began to sniff and lick Rick's
cock. Tasting the cum coating its head, slowly suckling on it. Rick
noticed that his cock was indeed getting larger, and thicker. She
closed her eyes as Jon began to slowly slide his length in and out of
her.

"There's another little thing you'll learn." Jon explained as he
calmly spread her ass with his long fingers. "When you have direct
sexual contact with a women you can actually alter her way of
thinking, plant suggestions, change her whole outlook. Let me show
you. I'll release all control I have over her now, there's not much
she can do about it now."

"How do you feel now Tracy?" Jon asked.

"Mmm, just fine, I feel wonderful" She said in a warm content voice.
Then, as if she was clearing the fog from her mind. " Oh god
Rick...don't let him do this..." she moaned, overcome with pleasure.
She tried to struggle against the orgasmic waves from giant horse like
cock inside her. " OK, I know I was a shit to you...aaahhh...but
please, not like this...fuck...I can feel him working on my
mind...fuck...oh yes...please help me...it feels soooo good..."

Tracy moaned as Jon pulled his long cock out of her. Its head was all
that remained in contact with her. He then began to slide his entire
length back into the shivering girl. Tracy let out a long moan. She
began to nuzzle Rick's rock hard cock, licking up and down. "Please
Rick...I'm not a slut...I just look out for myself...fuck this feels
so good...I feel so strange...god I love your cock...Oh yeah, fuck me
deep...I'm sorry Rick...I'm sorry I treated you so poorly...ah..."

Unable to control herself Tracy finally gave into the sensations that
bombarded her. She started sliding back and forth along Jon's hard
pole, coating it with her juices. She humped faster and faster, her
entire body shaking as she screamed with every move. "Yes! Yes! Fuck
me! Fuck my pussy!" She held on to Rick's cock mostly to keep herself
steady, sucking on it when she could. Finally she rammed Jon's cock as
deep as it would go and let out a long wail, her entire body tensing
and shaking as wave after wave of orgasm took her.

It took several minutes before Tracy was able to calm down. Slowly she
pulled away from Jon. His long cock slid out trailing a gush of her
fluid. She climbed up and straddled Rick, her wet pussy still dripping
on him. Tracy leaned in to kiss him hard on the lips. She leaned back
slightly, her eyes searching his. "I'll be whatever you want, do
whatever you want...I'm yours ..."

Continued...

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