A Father's Need

He knew breeding his son would mean the boy would never experience a true male orgasm, since his body would under go permanent changes to accept the cum of men.

That is exactly what he wanted. The boy shouldn't be burdened with the memory of what he lost. Maybe he'd imagined what the explosive orgasms of his father felt like deep in his ass, before his father gave him his pussy? Assuredly he would have as most son's dream of the day of being Daddy's pussy. He may even think that his girly contracting pussy orgasms on his father's cock could be similar to a true ejaculation. He would be wrong of course, his feminine orgasms but rolling hills to the towering mountain of a man's orgasm.

That is what his father wanted. To keep his boy pure from the burdens of manhood by making sure his son's cunt was constantly greased up, filled with buckets of cum, and very happily sore. It's what any father would want to do---- give their boys the pussy the craved to have.

Do You Like What You See

The son has always been concerned about his small frame and small... dick. He always watched his father and the prominent bulge inside his shorts and that intrigued the boy. Even when it was soft he knew his dad packed a huge one between his legs. That was so obvious. It made the son wonder if that was ever going to be his case. Maybe he hasn't reached the right age yet. He hoped for a late blooming.

One fateful afternoon this dad was asleep in his favorite chair when the boy got home back home from school. It was going to be just the two of them for the rest of the day alone at that giant and silent house. The boy decided he needed to test the waters, to kill this curiosity that was driving him crazy. He knew it was not ok to want to see your own father's dick, but he needed to know if it was really that big.

He left his things in his room upstairs and silently headed back down to the living room where his father was still sound asleep. He gently pulled the fabric of his father's shorts to the side, careful not to wake up the man. And, to his surprise, that fucking thing was huge! And veiny! And even soft it was as thick as his wrist. He couldn't believe it! And he began wondering why his was so small in comparison. Then suddenly the thing started to grow. 

It was getting bigger and thicker and the head was turning red and swollen. He was shocked and moved back a little. That monstrous thing was already pointing towards the ceiling when his dad opened just one eye.

"Do you like what you see?" The tone on his father's voice sounded happy; and was confirmed by grin on his face. The boy did not say a thing. he just stared at his father, mesmerized. That's when he felt a big and strong hand on the back of his head, he just followed where that thick hand guided him to, giving up control. He was too scared to control himself, or at least that's the lie he needed to tell himself in that moment. His mouth was now one inch away from the swollen red head of his father's dick, and secretly he was loving it. His own little dicklet was dripping inside his school's shorts.

"Open up, boy. You know Daddy can't hurt you."

He did. He accepted that giant penis into his mouth. Not much of that dick managed to fit in. So dad forced him down. And then forced some more. Until his son was sucking his dick deep, like a pro whore. His cock was covered in saliva by now, the son's face too.

"Fucking God! You suck cock better than your own mother!" Dad already had his head thrown back and his eyes closed. Only his hand was forcing the boy against his big dick. By now He didn't need to force all that much, His son was going to town on his dick.

"Yeah, that's my little slut! Daddy waited so long for this. Or did you really think I didn't catch you looking at my bulge?"

The boy began crying. Maybe because he couldn't take the hard face fucking anymore, or maybe out of embarrassment of the dirty things his father was saying, and he was fucking loving it. His father tried to force him a little bit more.

"You know what'll happen if you start acting like a little bitch. Don't you?" His son nodded his head 'yes'. "Do you want that to happen?"

The boy hesitated.

Oh My fucking god! You want it! My son likes to be treated like a cheap whore!"

The father took his son into his arms and lifted him up. He got up from the couch and put his son on all fours where he was sitting before. The boy's pussy was now in the air. His dad torn the little shorts and underwear and began eating his son's pussy. The boy moaned like a little bitch in heat. His cunt opened up. He was a wet and relaxed mess and craving for his father's dick. That feeling was overwhelming and embarrassing for his son. The feeling of his father's scruffy beard against his smooth twat was getting the son dripping and open. And the taste of his son's pussy just made his father harder and hornier.

"I'll show you something you'll enjoy even more." This was the time to take away his son's virginity. The Dad couldn't believe his fat cock was now aligned with his own son's cunt. His dick looked like it could impale the boy. "There's no turning back now, son." Dad's dick was already entering his son slowly.

"Noooo, Daddyyy! I don't want this." The son's were eyes closed shut and his mouth started to produce a sound that he never produced before. There was enough lubrication for that dick to slid smoothly inside but the son was feeling pleasure, from that dick that he's been secretly craving the most in his life.

"Fuck yeah!" Daddy said when his cock finally reached the back of his son's second pussy.

Dad started to fuck, and fuck hard, like he never seen a pussy in his life before. Like his son was the last woman in the world; and that's how he always fucked, his son suspected, giving by the loud moans his mother gave at night. His father really missed fucking a pussy like that since the last time he fucked his wife. He's been trying his chances with his son. He've lost count of how many times he'd tease his hard on around the house, since he noticed his son staring at him. And now he couldn't believe he was finally deep fucking the bitch.

The dad's dick began to feel a little moister than it should. He didn't mind it 'cause he had his eyes shut, just hearing his son moaning like a girl. If he opened his eyes to see what it was he would cum watching his dick entering and splitting that small and tight pussy. The son was now grabbing every thing that he could to help him bear the pleasure of having his Father stretching his insides. The son was almost cumming just from being fucked by his father. It was all he ever wanted. He suddenly felt the warmness inside his pussy. And right after that his father's groans. His father was cumming inside him. The son began leaking a weak liquid from his own small dick; and felt a overwhelming sensation all over his body that he couldn't contain. He moaned louder and let his body collapse as he came like a girl.

After retrieving his cock from the boy the father could see all the mess that He have made. They went upstairs and took a bath together. They had to have a conversation about what just happened. The father explained to the son the reason why he had such a small dicket, and that from now on he should call it a clit. And then they reached an agreement: That the sex that just happened ,was about to happen a lot more often from now on. Both father and son enjoyed fucking one another and were not about to stop now.

The Halloween Cat

I came out late in life. Hell, my only son was a freshman in college when I did it that spring. He surprised my husband and I that Christmas by coming out as gay as well. But this story isn't about that, neither of our coming out stories are that vastly different from hundreds you read about every other day of the week.

This story is the following year Halloween; Ashton was now a sophomore, involved in the gay student union as their president and my husband and I were getting ready to have our first wedding anniversary when we decided to visit Fairfield University, a Jesusit Catholic college in Connecticut. Ashton had just transferred from NYCU and the move shocked us. A religious institute and our gay kid, with his gay father and step-dad and we my husband was Jewish and I converted----oy! We arrived a few days earlier and stayed with Ashton as he was renting a house from my ex-wife's sister, Jenny. A lovely New England four bedroom for next to nothing away from campus on five lovely acres. He lived by himself and the place was spotless.

Halloween morning Frank and I  woke to the smell of coffee, bacon, an apple pie we felt for sure was in the oven, and walking to the kitchen in our Andrew Christian's heard potatoes frying. Standing at the stove in fake black cat ears, and just a bowtie was my son scrambling eggs. He was stark naked & locked in a pale pink chastity cage.

"Trick or treat, Dad and Frank." 

Franked eyed Ashton with a raised eyebrow before he spoke, "Um, Ash, what are you suppose to be besides being naked?"

"Oh that's easy, silly. I'm the Halloween pussy."

Before I could say a word Frank said, "I'll say and some pussy too, I say. Just like his Dad's I bet."

"FRANK!" I bellowed, "He doesn't need to know I'm your pussy."

"Well, he does now," Frank giggled.

"Oh, I knew. Believe me I knew before now. Mama told me when you had come out that she walked in on the two of you and Frank was as she put it, 'cunting you stupid."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh christ." 

Frank was laughing as he took off his underwear, his erection springing in front of him.

"And EXACTLY what are you doing Mr. Man," I said matter of factly to my husband.

"Getting comfortable," he answered as he walked over to me and ripped my underwear off of me.

"FRANK! They were brand new!"

He grabbed me by my arm, turned me over his knee and proceeded to spank me in front of my own son.

"Why don't you shut up for once you whiny lil bitch. Set a good example for your son, on what a good boi-wife is supposed to be. Be a good lil girl and Daddy just might fuck your pussy later after breakfast."

I laid over his knee with my mouth agape in shock. Just then Ashton spoke up.

"You know pop, your a lucky cunt-boi. Frank loves you. Hell he adores you. Look at him, he's gorgeous, all muscly and a big ole dick on him and you are his girl. I'd be beyond thrilled to be a girl like you with a guy like Frank on my arm."

"You would?" Frank blushed.

"Sure would. Why else do you think I'm standing here naked with cat ears on being as I said Halloween pussy?"

"Trying to steal your own father's husband. I see how it is you lil slut. Well not on my watch."

"OH do shut up already. The kid isn't trying to steal me away. He just wants laid."

"That's it exactly, pop. I don't want to steal Frank away. I'm just tired of being a virgin."

"Do me a favor you stupid slut and eat your son's pussy out for me. As they say in certain circles 'prep' his pussy for Daddy. Do it and I'll eat you out as you eat him out."

Mount Katahdin

 

It was late June and the phone rang when my phone rang on Monday.

"Hey Gregory, you got a few minutes to talk."

"Sure do. What's up." It was my baby brother, actually my only sibling.  I was two years older and many confused us as twins. I was twenty-four and he was twenty-two.

"Well July fourth is Thursday and I know we both have a four day weekend and neither of us having plans I was wondering if you'd want to go roughing it near Mount Katahdin but away from the Appalachian Trial, the way less touristy part walk a few miles in and spend the weekends when we ere teenagers."

He was right I had no plans at all, and the trip sounded like so much fun as we used to camp all the time as teenagers borrowing our Dad's V.W. Bug, the original that is not the remake. We were also both horribly single as Marty was horribly shy, and I was kind of nerdy and worked way to much overtime. "Sure I'd love too. But lets leave right after work on Wednesday. I can take the bus downtown  and you pick me up in Dad's old bug just like old times."

"Great. I"ll you see you then."

Five o'clock finally rolled around and I climbed into the VW with my brother. I came out of the office wearing a t-shirt and teeny nylon shorts.

"That outfit is awful daring for work there Greg. Those were any shorter your junk be falling out."

"Oh don't be silly I changed in the locker room the office has for the gym and left my suit and tie locked there."

We drove for a bit smoking dope all the way there as our father grew it in the basement of our old childhood home. We arrived at Mount Katahdin and took the most scenic country road we knew of, that ran int o the middle of no where. Parked the car at the edge of the forest, hide by some big ole bushes so we weren't towed; and even hung a sign in the front window that said "camping"... just like old times. We walked seven miles into the woods, Greg leading the way and from behind I could tell he had bulked up muscle wise, especially his bouncing bubble butt in those itty bitty shorts. We used this ole handmade trail, we made years ago as kids, when our family went camping and walked the five miles to the spot near the stream. Took off our shirts a quarter of the way there and then set up the single eight man tent our dad still had and gathered firewood.

By the time we were finished it was noon, tit was time for some grub and it was the heat of the day. No one was around for as far as the eye could see, and no one was years ago either. Apparently this spot never saw but our yearly traction and was still our own private paradise. We both smoked some more dope and Marty started the fire for the hotdogs in the cooler, which other then the tent was our largest thing we carried. The beer we had used a mini dolly for the ten cases we brought. The flames were high as it started.

"Hey we have some time for a dip in the river if you want, before we can use that fire without burning everything. I'll race you to the water." I dropped my shorts and was naked dashing to the river as Marty struggled with his shorts and Andrew Christian's I noticed he was wearing.

Damn! He's gorgeous! What a physique! I swear even his dick has gotten bigger somehow. Dear good look at that chiseled ass of his, Marty thought as he watched his brother.

"Water feels great, you better hurry up."

Mart ran naked to the stream and jumped in. They horsed around in the water, splashing each other, tossing each other around, even wrestling in the water. Noticing the fire had died down they got out.

"Shit, I forgot the towels," Mart said.

"It's ok bro. It's just us. We'll dry."

Marty grabbed the sticks and the both bent down and started roasting the hotdogs. 

"I hope you remembered ma's potato salad."

"Sure did grabbed it this morning before work. Even kissed her for you."

"You're such a good boi, Marty." They began drinking beer with lunch.

Well that seems a bit odd he called me a boi. I'm just two years younger. It was then he noticed again Greg's big dick.

"Hey, I brought something fun."

"You did what."

Greg opened his back pack took out a small bag, opened it, wet his finger stuck it in, moved over right next to Marty and proceeded to stick his finger in his anus.

"Booty Bumps." He left his finger for a second before remove it from his brothers tightness.

"Oh god, that kind of weekend, drunk, high, and drying off from every swim."

"My kind of fun," Greg smiled.

"I see." By dusk they were so drunk and high it wasn't even funny.

Sitting around the fire, after the moon was in the sky and a moonlight swim Greg spoke up."Want to play a game?"

"All I brought was cards, bro."

"I'm to wasted for that. Wasted brings about honesty. Why don't we play Truth or Dare?"

"Aren't we a lil old for that?"

"Oh come on, were older now so much more to ask."

"Oh alright. I'll say truth," Marty spoke up.

"Have you been staring at me off and on all day or is it just me?"

"What do you mean by that."

"Exactly what I said."

"Ok, maybe a lil, but you've seemed to bulk up since I last saw you. Have you?

"Truth is, yes I have five pounds the last couple months.I get to ask again since I answered your question Greg said.

"Hey that's not fair," Marty giggled but ok. "Truth"

"You dating anyone?"

"Nope did for about two weeks, they called it off. Not their type they said."

"They, huh," Greg cocked an eyebrow.

"Hey I ask the question now, Mr. Muscles," Marty roared in laughter. "Truth or Dare."

"Truth."

"You seeing anybody?"

"Nope not yet. Hopelessly single," and Greg passed out drunk.

Marty got him to the tent somehow and on top of the queen size air mattress. He rifled through Greg backpack and found nothing but a wife-beater top. Greg was laying on his back, legs parted his dick snaking it's way down his upper leg. Marty climb unto the air mattress naked as well, and the minute he laid down he passed out. Around three a.m. Greg woke up stumbled out of the tent, walked a few feet away still drunk and pissed. Once back into the tent he saw Marty asleep on his back, his hard on bobbing in front of him. Eight big inches was his guess. That's when Greg decided to level the playing field reached into Marty's backpack grabbed the four pair of his Andrew Christian's went back outside and threw them on the coals and they went up in flames. He grabbed the bag of cock, wet his finger and stuck a booty bump up his ass and one into a sleeping Marty's. He bent the wrong way with the ziplock bag sealed in his hand and was millimeters from Marty's dick. He engulfed it, balls deep effortlessly. Blowing Marty like a whore, rolling his heavy balls in his hands.

Startled awake mid blowjob, "Greg what the hell!"

"Sorry couldn't resist. Looked to good to resist if you ask me," he mumbled through a mouth full of dick.

"Are you gay?"

"Yup. Gay as a goose. Big ole pussygurl, despite my muscles."

"A what did you call yourself?"

"Oh, that. A pussygurl. You know effeminate, girly bottom gay 'guy' who calls his sexual bits my feminine terms. Asshole is called 'my pussy'," he even made the air quotes when he said it, "and I'm a big old submissive too. Dick me down like some cheap slut and I'll you Daddy," he giggled. "Was your they you spoke of during truth or dare a guy, Marty?"

"Yeah, he was. How you'd know though."

"Simply because you used they." He went back to deep throating Marty like a madman."

"You know keep that up, and I'm going to want more than just lips. The former somewhat boyfriend said my dick was just too big for him. It's why he left. Said I left him a sore, gaping cavern."

"I say sign me up, cunt my pussy but good Daddy!"

"Get up on all fours, and show Daddy some twat, you bitch..."

Will He Be In The Mood Again?

“God damn” Darren thought as he looked down at his thick, massive cock; “I can’t believe I fuck my own son with this big dick.”  He sighed as his cock twitched slightly as he thought about how good his slender, small statured 18 year old son’s pussy had felt the night before. 

His son’s voice echoed in his ear saying “Don’t stop fucking me Dad. I want you to bred my pussy just like last time.”  It had started innocently enough a few weeks ago, with just some playful teasing and innuendos, until one evening Darren finally just got up the nerve to ask his gay son if he wanted a chance to see how good sex was with an older guy. Nervous at first, the boy quickly learned how to enjoy his dad’s sexual affection, and was not shy about asking for it anymore. “Fuck, I hope he’s in the mood when he gets home later.” Thought Darren. 

What Darren hadn't figured out yet was his son's mentality about the sex they were having. Darren was more than a plain ole bottom boy. He was a pussy boy, submissive bitch-boi that new his father had cunted him and knew he had to be of service to him every way he could including being HIS pussy when ever and where ever his father asked as well as often as he wanted. Darren would have been thrilled if his father fucked him three to four times a day.

Now that Darren's pussy had been cunted it was constantly hungry. Thank god for his pussy plug he bought months ago. But it wasn't satisfying the need anymore that a good fucking did. Maybe he needed a bigger plug. Maybe ask his father if he'd fuck him more often.

Question: How loose do you think my pussy should be?

A recent Twitter follower asked this question privately in a DM, and while I did answer him very briefly I felt this question deserves a much longer and more diverse answer than I gave.

How loose do you think my pussy should be? I’m never sure, because I like that it’s quite small and pink when not in use. My husband says it’s pretty. But I’m often jealous of gurls with big puffy pussy lips.

I think this is a great question, with quite a few responses:

First of all I think looseness is an individual choice if one is single. It's a couples choice if one is in a relationship to a man, with usually the dominate in the relationship making that decision. The latter could be up for debate as many "gurls" would say that their Dom/Daddy/Husband should make that decision for them I tend to agree with that point of view. BUT it is our decision as HIS gurl to submit to that decision; and even that is up for debate with some couples as some Dom's/Daddy's/Husbands would punish a gurl for disobeying a direct order. But I do think conversation is necessary as one really can't be a dominate or a submissive without the other.

Next for me, this questions brings up the topic of pussy training (dildo training). As I've tweeted many times I truly believe pussy training it imperative to being HIS good gurl. A Dom/Daddy/Husband for the most part just wants a gurl he can mount easily and rut away till he dumps his load and paints your pussy walls with his baby batter. I can't be more brutally honest than that, and lets be honest they only way you achieve that is pussy training. Let's also be honest here for a second, it is really the only way we as good gurls should masturbate, and IS the only way we masturbate if we are caged in chastity. I'll speak honestly here it was during COVID-19, and self-imposed lockdown that I somehow through the pussy training I was doing at the time... that developed the skill of becoming internally wet on my own with just use; ie. meaning my pussy with use gets sopping wet on her own with use, to the point there are beads of liquid on the dildos I use and I've even been known to get frothy. Now I'm no medical anything, but I'm sure it involves my princess spot (prostate) being stimulated so much. I find it hot as fuck! And so do the tops that now use me as a "single gurl".

Next is your comment, "I like that it’s quite small and pink when not in use." There's this horrible urban myth that with too much use a pussy will never close. This is not true, and could only be true if "that use is EXTREME", like say elbow deep fisting every day for lord knows how long, but you'd have to ask a medical professional about that and again I am not one. I think of my/our pussies as being elastic. That they do snap back to being small pink and tight looking even after say two hours of fisting play. Some of course do look used, and I've tweeted about that as well. I find that if our pussies looked like they can take a rut/hard fuck we get rutted/hard fucked more often. Of course there are Dom's/Daddy's/Husband's that get off on the whole whiny---"your dick is way to big for my pussy, please take it out" phenomenon BUT I think more Dom's/Daddies/Husband's want a gurl who demands them to, "give me all that big dick, Daddy. Stretch my cunt out Daddy".

Next is your "I’m often jealous of gurls with big puffy pussy lips" comment. I love this part because you singly voiced what many of us as gurls THINK: "I want my pussy to look like that!" Whether it's a big gaping pussy/cunt... and yes there is a whole conversation and dichotomy about the differences between a pussy and a cunt but that's a different post... to a truly pronounced rosebud that you see after big dildo/fisting use, to these gurls who can take HUGE dildo's or even forearms. I get jealous as all hell, especially with porn stars like Nate Grimes and Devin Franco who take HUGE things up their asses and in all honesty I tend to think of seeing those videos/images as "pussy goals". We're all working to a point where we are truly happy with our pussy achievements and what it can do.

Next to last comment. Readers of my tweets may have noticed a switch over the last two years in how I tweet about being pussy. I started only using the term "pussyboi" as it was, for me, so new to me and I loved how it described me at the time. But my research into Third-Gender ideas I came to realize I wasn't even comfortable calling myself a "boy". For me, I see myself in the role I play both in and out of the bedroom as "the gurl". I'm the submissive 1950's Housewife stereotype in all three of the relationship's I've had. I can count on two hands the number of times I've topped in my 38 years of having gay sex. My first partner/lover/Daddy (Michael) even nicknamed me kitten... I was just 18. I've also since the very first time I went ass up for my first partner/lover/Daddy I'm the type NEVER to touch my junk during sex. He either bobbed or flopped about every time I've had sex. No one ever told me that's what I had to do, but I somehow knew it was what I was SUPPOSED to do. Daddy Michael even said when very close to cumming, "let's breed kitty" and mind you this was 1985!

It was in my research and my figuring out that I am non-binary that I dropped the word boi from "pussyboi" to just "pussy". That term "pussy" just worked and still does. However a very dear friend who lives in Michigan and someone I've NEVER had sex with, although I would love to have sex with, in naughty DM messages called me his "baby girl". Something big time clicked. I do have a fuck buddy I see from time to time who calls me his pussy gurl and for me that works even more. I tend to lean very feminine in nature naturally, my voice is high. I get all the time, "that be $5.95, ma'am please pull up to the first window", and of course the role I play in bed by being ass up, pussy stuffed. I tend to see myself as more gurl anyway. Not that I'm doing surgery or hormone's or anything like that... it's I'm just NOT comfortable seeing myself as "male-identifying" anymore. And there are others just like me... which I find wonderful and supportive to my thinking. I've even taken to calling fucking, cunting instead as it furthers emasculates me and the type of sex I have. For me, it's all about getting my pussy used. Of course not every bottom is a pussyboi, or even thinks of having a pussy, or is even a gurl---although I at times wonder how much of all of that is repressed because being seen as "a feminine gay man or a man who has sex with men" is SO looked down upon.

Last: My husband says it’s pretty. OH my gawd, how sweet. You're a very lucky gurl to have a husband so sweet. It is opinion I think that matters most as he is the one who sees your pussy most, unless your staring at it in a mirror all day <lol>. I think, if it were me, I'd start a very honest conversation with your husband about not only how does he want your pussy to look, but also about how loose he wants you. He may have hidden fisting fantasies for all we know. Ask him to watch, and even set up how often you do your pussy training. Most importantly baby gurl not only give HIM all the pussy he want/needs/desires but give him incredible pussy every time.

Am I Emascualted?

 

We were so vastly different from each other in every way. Daddy was tall, muscular, hairy, confident, strong in mind, character as well as in physical strength. He made all of our decisions for us. When he walked into a room people noticed him immediately because of his personality, his charm, his whit and his gorgeous good looks. As his boi-wife i was shorter than he was, I was on the thin feminine side when it came to my build, I was completely hairless from the waist down per Daddy's request. I needed guidance knowing I made the right decisions when I was given the opportunity to make any, my mind was more womanly in many ways and most of my decisions involved how and in what ways I could make Daddy happy. People rarely noticed me when I walked into a room and when they did I was always referenced to as his wife. One day at a small party we held, that I handled every last single detail a new co-worker of Daddy's, a man asked me "Was I emasculated by being called his wife?"

 I responded by saying, "Well we are legally married. I changed my last name to his. I serve in my role as his wife and all of those Stepford Wife's 1950's housewife roles and attitudes, including in the bedroom. Daddy refers to me as his "baby girl" and I accept, and embrace that role thoroughly and love it. So no I'm not emasculated. You can't do that to somebody who was never masculine in the first place." The poor man didn't know what to say, and wondered off back into the throng of people. Just as confused as before.

Later that night getting slowing undressed Daddy approached me in the bedroom. "Baby girl I learned what you said tonight to my new co-worker and I couldn't be prouder and happier in you as my wife than I am tonight. He hugged me tightly and my unbuttoned shirt. We slowly began undressing and often looked at each other as each garment came off. It didn't take much for me to take off. My men's shirt and slacks and I stood there in just my thigh highs and garter belt with my hose clipped into place, my chastity locked clitty was on full display.

"You've never looked more beautiful than you have tonight, baby girl."

"Thank you Daddy so much. It means so much to me to hear you say that. And seeing you standing there fully naked you've been so masculine and rugged looking. I truly love you with all my heart Daddy."

"I love you to baby girl. You ready to give Daddy some pussy?"

"I'm always ready to go pussy up for you Daddy. You know that."

"Why don't you go over to the bed and get in my favorite position, princess." 

That meant getting on the bed on all fours. My ass high in the air. My legs spread as wide as they would go. My back was arched impossibly high with my hairless cunt on display. My head was on the bed and my hands were in front of me. In the BDSM world it's known as bitch pose and Daddy always said I was prettiest just like that. He walked over to the side of the bed and closest to where my head was at. I didn't need told what to do, I knew. I swallowed his semi-erect dick in my mouth to the balls, and began sucking him to full staff.

"God fucking damn princess, you are so good at sucking cock. Damn baby. Get Daddy nice and hard."

Daddy's hands gently held my head, cradling my chin gently in his hands I suck him like some two bit starving whore. Every time my lips met his crotch I stuck out his tongue and lapped his balls which were cradled in my right hand. He spit in his hand a few times and then rubbed his spit in my twat and began finger me with two fingers bashing my princess spot with each thrust.

"Mmmrrppphhggrrr," was all I could manage with mouth stuffed full of dick. By now Daddy had add a third finger and this time around all of his fingers were covered in Boy Butter Lube. I was moaning my head off.

"You ready for dick, Mrs. Bartley?" Daddy always called me that in moments of deepest affection.

"Yes Daddy. Always ready. Always needy."

Daddy climbed up on the bed behind me, his knees between my legs and his mushroom head of dick as at the very edge of pussy lips teasing me by making the smallest circles possible around my pussy lips.

"Please Daddy, the teasing is brutally wonderful, but please fuck me."

"No baby girl. No wild animalistic sex tonight. Daddy is going to reward you tonight by the slowest, most tender love making we've ever had as your reward for such an incredible answer to Mr. Johnson's question."

He turned me on my side and with his right hand he arched my right leg up till it was bent, exposing my lil pink pussy again. He then bent down and proceeded to eat me out till I was begging him to please feed my pussy his dick. He waited though, still devouring my spit soaked cunt til he was ready and I was in such bliss it was overkill. My twat was actually aching in need to be stretched and more than just a tongue. That's when he moved behind me, lying down and very, very slowly slide his dick into my pussy. 

"Oh GOD, thank you so much for your big dick finally Daddy. It's absolutely starving." Centimeter by centimeter he unhurriedly slide into me until after what seemed for ever he was buried balls deep and my pussy walls were gloriously stretched and full of Daddy's manhood. He began slowly rocking in and out of me but no more than half way for the next twenty minutes. It was splendidly unbelievable how tender and passionate it was. There was no hurry for him to ejaculate and but he had caused a few triumphant pussygasms, causing me to get sopping wet.

He began to build up slowly over the next twenty a bit of speed, but it certainly his balls slapping my taint. This was simply all about giving my pussy the most stimulation, pleasure and gentle stretching ever.

"Oh god baby girl. You ready for some baby batter deep in your womb?

"OH fuck yeah Daddy. Breed my pussy. Please, please, please breed my pussy."

"Maybe tonight's the night you finally get pregnant if I shoot inside of you."

"God I want that so bad Daddy." He buried his cum so deep in me it felt unreal. Our breath was heaving and Daddy's arm wrapped around my waist."

"I love you Mrs. Bartley."

"I love you too Mr. Bartley

More on Cunting

Cunting is an important step in the process of breaking a boi and training him to be a fully fledged cock-addicted slut fit to serve men. Cunting a boy is slowly breaking down his foolish ideas of equality or of being deserving of any form of respect or any gentle treatment from men.

The process of stretching and coring out a boy's pussy until it’s permanently changed into a comfortable warm cunt for a man to slide into is an important point in transforming a boi.

Making that boi realize his pussy and entire reason for existing is only for the pleasure of men. The sooner a boi realizes this and accepts this truth, the sooner the boi can live as a happy cunt-boi gleefully taking load after load without a care in the world like a good little bitch.

Honestly, isn't it wonderful to be actually held down—deliberately and firmly—and then just "forced" to take His cock? The loss of control, the feeling of emasculation, is so erotic. Plus it's a weird psychological balancing act: on the one hand, you KNOW you're being used like a fuck toy which degrades any remaining notion you may have of being a 'man'; on the other hand, the feeling of being used like a fuck toy is so intense and pleasurable you just don't care. You're conscious of your own debasement and that in turn is one of the most exquisite feelings you can ever have.

Become HIS pussy, nothing more, nothing less.  It's not about you, your flopping clitty, your pace, or getting your orgasm. Make this all about HIM. Come with a clean twat, and expect  Him to leave it loose, sloppy, wet and achingly happy. Don't complain if it hurts afterward, but thank HIM for making it that way. If you've done your job right, HE's not even present and has gone on His way satisfied (perhaps several times). If you've done all these things, He will want your twat again. If not, it's ok, take pride in having satisfied HIM. He wasn't interested in more than cunting you and leaving his load in you, perhaps several times, and be ok with that. Cherish the memories, unless you've passed out, in which case send thanks to the God of fags that for a little while, you fulfilled your purpose on this earth.

2 stories and memes

 

You told me you didn't have a pussy. You didn't know what I meant when I said I would cunt you, but you still begged me to fuck you stupid. Now do you understand, boy? Now when you look down at your pussy do you see it? Do you see the devastation my fat cock did to your pussy? Do you see the cunt you now have? Do you see that now you have a pussy? Well?

“You ever been fucked before?” he asked, as he thrust his massive cock into your pussy.

“N-no, I-I’m straight.”

“No, you’re a natural. I've never seen a pussy open up so quickly and fully in an effort to please the men using it.” He plunged into me, balls-deep, sending a spurt of precum gushing from my dicklet, onto the sheets under me and making me moan. “Your pussy is getting all loose, and wet, so fast. It’s like it wants me to cum in there.”

“Not a pussy!” I protested, fully aware that my struggles were just making it feel better for him.

"It may not have been a pussy when you woke up this morning, but it is definitely a pussy now. My friends and I have cunted you fully and permanently. Your untouched ass has been transformed into a gaping, cum filled, fully functioning pussy, made to serve men's cocks."

"I don't want to have a pussy,"

"It doesn't matter what you want, you have one now.  Your life has now changed forever. You exist, now, to serve men as their pussy. Now, at this point, you may be concerned that this was a one time deal. That we just used you to get off and will toss you aside now that our balls have been fully drained, but don't worry.  We would never give you this much pleasure then take it away from you. You now have a open, willing pussy, ready and able to pleasure their cocks. That way you don't have to worry about your new pussy closing up or going to waste."

"Why"

"To give your life purpose and meaning and to give us a place to dump our loads.

Cunting: Memes & my thoughts

    The proper result of a successful cunting is that the former "anus" becomes a puffy boicunt? That beta boi has done well to imitate the shape and power of a pussy, but in the fulfilling process of being cunted changes the mindset of the boi forever. The result of getting fucked and bred so relentlessly and hard by a big cock that makes an asshole become a sloppy cunt. Completely removing any last shred of masculinity they had left.

 As the strong hung alpha man withdraws his thick cock after depositing his sperm inside this freshly cunted true betaboi-pussy, the body immediately responds.. transforming what was once a utility hole into a yearning pleasure pussy and the boi thrives in being pussy, longs to be pussy all the time, realizes his place a pussy. The obviously magical pairing of two people fulfills both those destinies. One strong powerful inseminating alpha male spreading his seed and a submissive beta boi opening his womb and making it conform to please the real men. 

Yes, it is unfortunate that some of the life given sperm leaks out, but rest assured the 100 million+ MAN SEEDS are swimming deep inside and injecting the beta with potent hormones and signaling the body to properly transform. Damn, that boipussy is so properly good. 

As the beta sub finally accepts the proper cunting, as his boipussy stretches to accommodate a real man breeding him. He finally relaxes and his uselss soft clit flops helplessly as the manhood is fucked out of him. It hurts to be aggressively cunted and turned into a nothing more than a masturbation tool for a  man's use. No lube, no condom, no concern for your feelings. His physical pleasure is all that matters. 

Your problem, at the moment, is that the man using you, feels pure joy in busting your hymen. Smashing his cock in you as hard as he can. Way harder than any boipussy should be able to take. He is using and wrecking your pussy for his pleasure, not caring how badly he damages or even destroys your pussy. Your  agony seems to turn him on, making his cock even harder. He pounds you into submission, destroying your ability to ever pretend that you are still a man.

The process of a large man re-sizing and re-purposing your pussy to perfectly fit his thick cock in which you can feel him re-arranging your insides with his dick. The sensation of his cock hammering your ass into shape to serve as his personal, on-call Fleshlite is the most agonizingly amazing feeling you have ever experienced. The only temporary relief from the fucking of being turned into his bespoke cock socket is when he briefly pauses to paints your guts with his nut, before resuming the onslaught.

The worst part of the process isn't even the pain, it's knowing that from now on whenever he gets horny he will be using your stretched out pussy to jerk himself off. Knowing that you have no control of when, where or how he uses you. That this  will occur over and over, whenever he feels like it. This usually followed up with a second extended slow pussy stretching, but allowing the bitch to begin to experience and desire the pleasure of cock, his smooth skin kissing the cunt with each stroke as the "labia" begins to set shape.

In the charmed third time: the final cycle of cunting, complete boipussy creation by explosive breeding by impregnation.. the powerful sperm deposited deep past the now formed labia to filling the betas pussy "womb." This forces the semen and powerful hormones to be absorbed through the pussy walls and triggering complete emotional "ovulation" and permenant clitoral reassignment of the now full pussy.

For pussyboys being cunted is best when freely administered, but some need assistance to break the false programming of society. Most understand intellectually their place, and willfully ask for conversion. These pussyboys should never be ridiculed but celebrated, because even before a true alpha seeds their pussies, they have already been cunted in the most important place, their mind. It is a fait accompli that their soul is properly initiated with a large forceful cock stretching their pussy to full awareness and subsequent consecration of their spirit with the insemination of semen!

Rough Sex: Memes & gif

Think I woke this morning thinking about "rough" sex. Lucky me, luckier you, huh? So first is a short storied gif for you way TOO hot for Twitter. The kind of stuff that got me suspended, twice. The memes today are also rough in nature. I adore rough sex! There I said it! I feel better. Besides, I've HAVE always said, two things: 

1. "A sore pussy is a happy pussy" 

2: If your pussy isn't sore when he's done, he hasn't done it right. 

The other thing so many of us as pussyboy's love a good stretching it, it's why we're pussy to begin with! I'm going to say this too, might be controversial, BUT if you're going ass up every time you have sex, and your doing it often.... your his pussy. You might not think that way yet, may never think that way or even acknowledge it but your serving him that way! Period. You're the one getting fucked. And let's face it, pussy gets fucked! Tada! Above all else though, and I've written about it here being pussy is a mind set, much like the faggot mind set. Which I will post more on later.... promise.

 

The fuck- boy hadn't wanted to go on an assignment with more than two MEN, but his Daddy had insisted. "They're all riled up and they want your cunt, it's going to be over soon," he'd said. Turns out, it wasn't. One of the men had trouble ejaculating & breeding, and he wanted to use the opportunity to fuck your pussy as hard as possible to remedy that. Half an hour in, the fuck-boy was already howling in pain, and his pussy was beyond sore as fuck, but the frustrated man was no closer to orgasm or breeding you. As the fuck-boy tried to get away, the man's friends held him down. He felt like he couldn't take this any second longer, much less be fucked by the other dicks afterwards. Doesn't look like the other men are going to have any mercy though on his poor sore cunt, the howling has only gotten them harder.

this one, I actually found online

this was found online, too. I just want to be honest..

Now, go be a good boi, and go play in your pussy. Just no dicklet touching. That will get you in trouble.