… and all my sensuality. My nipples, my entire clit, my hole, they will be past and my future will be smooth … and sexless.

„Stop sniffing.“

Her eyes glared over the top of the law journal, which she was trying to read, lying on the opposite end of our couch. No idea how anyone could read that boring stuff.

“You sound like a dog searching for his bone.”

Of course that made me sniff even louder. The tangy smell of Melinda’s pussy juice, which saturated the sleeves of my red satin bath robe, assailed my senses, reminding me that both my hands were stuck in her small pussy just half an hour ago. Training her for the birth. At least that was my excuse for torturing her empty cunt, the sight of her simple, red, open hole never failing to make my pussy clench in pre-orgasmic bliss.

“I think I found it.”

“What?”

She sounded already like a mother disturbed for the zillionths time by her daughter, who wants to show her, how she looks like in her mother’s shoes, while the poor soul tries to read a women’s magazine.

“My bone.”

My big toe had sought its way between the swollen pussy lips and pressed on the scar. A grunt and a flying law magazine later:

“No, you don’t.”

Pregnancy and her constant unrelieved horniness had made her more assertive and sometimes I wondered who was dom and sub in our relationship by now. Just the other day I had to cut short a meeting with a client as she was basically throwing him against the wall with her forceful legal arguments. As the marketing department was all glass walls I ordered her to the toilets, where she expected me with obvious dread. The slap on her face stopped in its track any attempted ‘I’m sorry’. I pulled her in one of the stalls in faint remembrance of our first ‘date’ and held her tight, really tight like an unruly child. It took her only seconds to collapse into sobs full of half baked explanations and apologies.

“I’m so afraid what will happen with us, when Liss comes next week and takes it away and then both of us can’t come any more and I don’t want us to end up with fighting all the time, because that’s all what’s left, if your pussy drives you up the wall and there’s no way to find relief. And if your pussy’s gone I can’t even feel like as if I would come when I see you coming and so we will just fight and then you will leave me and I will be alone with our baby and then …”

It took me the better half of an hour to calm her and Morris two days to stop all the gossip about the crying in the marketing loo. Well, it has advantages to have an assistant, who believes in gay solidarity.

“Present yourself!”

I saw the struggle in her eyes, but the ache in her pussy won. Slipping out of her grey silk camisole and pulling back her legs was difficult with her sixth month belly on top of which sat two blown up breasts, so full they looked like they would burst with milk any time now. What a sight and what a difference to her drooping little breasts just some months ago. Some women are born to be pregnant and only then develop their full potential, which presented itself in front of me in the form of her swollen ripe pussy. Lately she had been lazy and stubble surrounded her open red hole, oozing white stuff, which trickled down over her asshole. It had become a tire of blue red haemorrhoids and I knew playing with it hurt her and at the same time excited her like crazy.

“Oh please, oh God, oh please, …”

Some of her cream went into my mouth. How I loved the changed taste since her pregnancy, more acidic, meatier, mouldy like the cellar of my grandmother, where the stacks of jam and compote had us kids scavenge for treasures. The rest I used for lubrification of my fingers, three of which were tenderizing her asshole.

“What please? Shall I stop?”

“It hurts … so good …”

Not a very clear answer, but I hadn’t intended to stop anyway. One grip to the floor and my other hand had found the strap-on, which Lindy had used on me for hours during this weekend.

“Suck it.”

I could see that it still was coated with my juices. Taking this huge thing up her ass would be a real challenge and the fear and trepidation in her eyes, when she started deep throating it, had me double my efforts preparing her asshole, which kept clinching every time she went deep. It showed her considerable experience in the ‘trade’, how she treated that ‘cock’, covering it with mucus. By the time she gave it back, it was well lubed, even the little dick on the opposite end, which fixed the strap onto my pussy.

“Sit on it.”

Her face crunched into a painful grimace, when finally the bulbous head broke through her tortured sphincter. A sob escaped her contorted lips and tears started to run down her face. Would she refuse me her ass?

“Play with your pee hole.”

Just the other day we found out that she still could squirt, even though without actually coming. The pressure from her asshole had opened her hole even wider with the bulb of her G spot pressing out.

“Liss promised the other day that she would bring an urethral sound, so I could see how far we can stretch that little hole of yours.”

Lindy’s tears had stopped. From her big blue eyes and her increased breathing it was obvious that the vision of a metal instrument entering her pee hole made her forget the pain in her ass, remembering oh so clearly the way Liss punished her in younger days. It helped that her fingers were flying over her pee hole, the trickle escaping with every movement letting them sound like splashing in a small pool. Then she stopped, her eyes wide and her pussy pulsed, every time releasing a squirt unto my belly.

“Are you coming, baby?”

She shook her head in despair.

“No, no, no, just leaking, but it’s so good, so good …”

I used the distraction by gripping her hips and with one mighty push I pierced her ass till I bottomed out. Her scream was out of this world and luckily our neighbours were off on a fishing trip. She hang on the pole stuck in the middle of her bulging belly like a rag doll, whimpering. When she opened her swimming eyes, there was resentment and defiance and … a smile? Then she lifted herself up and threw herself down, never leaving her eyes from me. Now it was my turn to grunt, as the pimples at the base of the cock pressed unto my doomed clit and the little cock in my pussy danced against my G spot. I couldn’t hold back anymore. Strengthening my grip on her hips I started lifting her as fast and as high as I could, aiding her own attempts of driving that plastic spear deeper and deeper into her body.

“Yeah, take my ass, take it for yourself, yes take it away from me, make it yours like everything is yours, my nipples, my empty hole, my tongue …”

I had hit a deep spot and she shrieked again. Her face was a mess of tears, snot and sweat, but she never wavered, never stopped with her whispered encouragement, her eyes locked with mine.

Only a year ago she had refused any dirty talk. She kept saying that it was phony but it rather seemed to remind her too much of her sordid past, where the right talk could mean a faster turn over and more chances for a reasonable enough income to feed her habit. Somehow she had, however, made peace with that part of her life. And sometimes when she’s particularly horny she presents me tales of her relentless fucking as a crack whore, partly to ferment my jealousy, partly to give me hints, which depravity would turn her on. It is the stability in our relationship, which opened this part of her to me, especially since that fateful day, when she conceived. Liss had made one of her enigmatic visits at my office. Fearing every time it would be my turn to loose my clit and more, the sight of her approaching Morris’ desk had my heart in my throat and my gusset soaking in an instant.

“Thursday eight o’clock I bring the sperm.”

“How does she still know, when I’m fertile?”

Lindy’s reaction to the news was one of reverence, resignation and elation. It had taken all my will to wait till evening to tell her, the sound of Liss’ leather skirt staying with me the whole afternoon. It was an occasion for gentle love making, where I couldn’t take my eyes off Lindy’s smooth sex, imagining the appearance of a baby’s head from the clean unobstructed hole, which was all that was left of her pussy. Every time she brought me off, herself squirming with unrequited need, she grinned:

“We will be Mommies.”

As per instruction I fisted both Lindy’s holes before Liss’ arrival. It took me three hours, a lot of lube and rope and a penis gag to achieve it and when Liss showed up Lindy had stopped screaming and was actually fucking me back, having gotten quite fond of these massive invasions.

“Push. And you Joe, help her push her cervix out with your fingers up her ass.”

Liss’ ethereal, organlike voice had a strange commanding quality and with huffing and puffing here it was: Lindy’s cervix peeking out of her hole, swathed in white mucus. While Liss fed the sperm with a syringe right into the cervix, she kept rubbing Lindy’s scar. Lindy later confessed that all these sensations had her really close to orgasm and even though she didn’t come, it was an incredibly fulfilling experience and playing with her cervix has become one of her favourites now.

Lindy found me on the bathroom floor crying my heart out. Liss had long left us, the taste of her deep red lipstick still lingering on my lips, and, while Lindy did her recommended shoulder stand against the wall, I was about to dispose the sperm container, when it hit me: David Adams, the name on the vial. This wasn’t an anonymous sperm donor. How Liss had found out that my brother had donated sperm before disappearing on his stupid mission was beyond me, but it proved two things: Liss’ role in our relationship had just found another justification. And the grief over David’s death and the part, which loosing their favourite son played in my parents’ decision to repudiate her wayward daughter, had caught up with me.

David fled into the military, while I fled to the other side of the continent. Nevertheless he was always there for me. Already as children I would be the tomboy and goat the bad-ass boys, but when the going got rough, he would stand in front of me. He disappeared for months without a trace, but when my divorce became final he was there and got me on my feet again. It was then that I confessed to him that I actually preferred women.

“What’s new, sis, me too.”

We fell in a pile laughing and I nearly had second thoughts, when I felt his cock rub against my belly. I couldn’t cry during his missing in action ceremony, simply refusing to believe that he was dead. And it probably was the wrong time to tell my parents about my sexual orientation.

“Today we lost our son and our daughter, God have mercy upon us“, was all my father said and Ma didn’t even look at me.

And now David’s baby was nesting in my lover’s womb and I was jealous that it wasn’t growing in mine and I knew that whatever would happen between us two, this baby would always connect us.

Though I tried to convince her that whoever would have been the biological father, it would still be our kid, the fact that there was a DNA link between us two now reassured Lindy and let her be the playful naughty girl she really was.

“Come on, make me bleed, like a bled when Liss cut my pussy and took away my clit, let me feel it again, how much it hurt, shred that little asshole, show me who’s boss, come on, …”

Although it wasn’t clear if she was chanting to herself to get over that famous cliff which eluded her since her declitting, or if she tried to get me to come to end her ordeal, the result was obvious: Biting her nipple in a simulation of my own future and seeing her open pinkish maw of a cut pussy clamp in sympathy brought me over the edge with a scream. She kept on riding me, nearly triggering a second orgasm, when I grabbed her and pressed her to my amble red satin bosom. My favourite bath robe was soaked in sweat.

“You stink.”

“I want to smell like a woman, when I stop being one.”

She kept grinding her pelvis against mine. I expected her to start her frustrated sobbing like so many times before, when she couldn’t come. Instead she kept purring into my shoulder.

“You will always be my woman.”

She had sat up, her expression serious, her two blue pools so full of love that it brought tears to my eyes. The fact that she still was slowly riding the dildo, pressing herself into my overwrought pussy and keeping me just a heart beat away from another orgasm might have had something to do with it as well.

“Mhm, I didn’t come, but it keeps buzzing and burns and the hurt makes my pussy so wet.”

“Look, Patricia likes it as well.”

The movement in her belly was obvious.

“I think Elisabeth wants Mommy to come.”

We were fighting over the name for two months now, since she had betrayed our agreement not to know the sex before the birth. She carried the stripes on her bottom for three weeks and I caught her several times preening in front of the mirror, smiling at the signs of her punishment.

“But only one Mommy can still come.”

I couldn’t resist this reply. Her eyes burned, her tempo increased. Now I recognised that my formerly bushy crotch was swimming in fluid and saw that the dildo was smeared in blood. Using the mixture of fluid as lubricant I pushed three fingers into her open cunt, barely able to get them in, next to the huge dildo tearing apart Lindy’s asshole. When my thumb started to rub her scar, she hissed:

“Just for one hour, just for one more hour.”

And with this revengeful prediction she started to squirt again right unto my hand and suddenly it felt like the big dildo was pushed through the harness into my pulsing cunt and I writhed in agonising pleasure under Lindy’s envious gaze, while she caressed my sweaty face.

“Come, baby, yeah, come Joe, come for both of us.”

I woke with a shout and a feeling of incredible fullness and something wiggling against my innermost recesses. Lindy’s foot was lodged in my pussy up to its heel, her mischievous grin explanation and apology in one.

“I had to prevent you falling off the couch. You were tossing around like crazy.”

I must have fallen asleep admiring her tousled sweaty Southern Belle looks, the sole of my right foot feeling every contour of her modified wet pussy. One of her feet was pressed against my crotch and although my brain told me that this was incredibly sexy, my cunt, worn out after a weekend of constant lovemaking, simply felt held and protected, which was especially appreciated in view of the apprehension building in my stomach. Probably that triggered the dream I still could remember vividly.

“Yes, make them hard like pebbles.”

Lindy was rubbing ice cubes on my nipples, icy rivulets marking the white cream covering my areolas. My shivering was not only due to the cold, but also to the dread enhanced by Liss’ unmistakable voice, whispering into my ear.

“Now Joe, pull the nipple and cut it right here. I will lead your hand to prevent you from hurting you from any involuntary reaction as these obsidian scalpels are very dangerous. If you do it at the same time, Lindy, Joe would be able to cope with it more easily.”

Looking at my pulled up nipple and feeling the edge of the scalpel biting into its base had me loose it.

“I’m not sure I can do it, bind me, sedate me, do everything you want, but doing it myself is too much to ask.”

I was shaking, close to hysterics.

“Look at me Joe, I’m here, look into my eyes, and when I say now, we just do it, ok.”

Lindy, she was helping me. I don’t think I heard the ‘now’, I just saw it in her eyes: determination, sadness and incredible horniness. By the time the pain hit, she was sitting with her legs over my arms, her pussy pressing against my screaming mouth.

“You see that pussy. Yours will look like that in just some minutes, only even more beautiful, because there will be nothing but a tiny hole left and everything else will be gone. Liss is just closing your nipples with four little stitches and then your breasts will be all smooth like a baby bottom. Nothing sticking out anymore, just two big shiny black bowls of succulent flesh.”

“You won’t be able to hold me, I’ll throw you off.”

My legs were bent towards my head, fixed under her arms and amidst the piercing thumbing pain in my breasts I still rather cared about her then about my coming ordeal.

“Don’t you worry, you’re fastened to the couch now. Do you see your pussy looking back at you? She’s so wet, look your clit is standing out all red and greedy. Liss is going to pull it out just in a second. You’re going to see it all.”

Lindy was standing at my head now, stroking my face. My legs were bound back with leather strips, my arms as well. I was shaking my head, something was blocking my mouth.

“Oh, you don’t want to see it? Then I will sit on your face again, so I can be really close to your pussy, when Liss cuts it up and makes you a eunuch. It will be so cool, when the blood spurts out and your big floppy lips disappear down the dustbin. Have you seen? Liss carries my clit as a pendant, but your worm will be only good for the toilet.”

Since when had she become so cruel? And why was her asshole all pink and so small and tight like when we first met? I just had put a lot of haemorrhoid cream on that bloody sphincter of hers, which actually stuck out quite a bit between her formerly perky ass cheeks. I even had brought her special blown up tire pillow, so she would stay with me on the couch.

“Let’s do this really slow, Liss, I think she deserves to suffer a bit. Her lips should go one little strip of flesh at a time, don’t you think?”

Lindy’s chirpy comment was scarier than anything and had me scream into her pussy even before the burning, tearing feeling in my crotch started for real. Where did the gag go?

“This is for stealing Sally Lou’s knickers during one of your sleepovers. Do you still remember how wet your twelve year old pussy got when falling asleep with your nose on the yellow spot? How you started shaking and she had to hold you the next day, when she showed you the red stripes on her bottom and right in the middle of her brown pussy, as her mother wanted to drive out her wickedness, because she came home naked under her skirt?”

I could feel every little snip of the surgical scissors and only remembering the distinct smell of my former best friend kept me sane as it drifted into my nose fresh and sweet like during these nights were I learned, how to make my dirty place explode.

“And this is for falling in love with your brother’s dick, when spying on him in the shower. And then becoming the queen of blow jobs in your school, because you always swallowed. But you never ever allowed them to actually fuck you. What a tease!”

Yeah, true, there was a certain quality of beauty in a well formed cock. And I missed the leathery fungus smell and the gooey substance of fresh semen. But actually fucking one … for that I now preferred the plastic variety with a beautiful girl attached. And that’s when my most beautiful girl turned around and showed me a bloody piece of my lip … hanging between her teeth.

“And this is for all the nights you just lay there while Bob was fucking you and you didn’t even care to pretend any more that this was fun till his dick shrivelled and he went to the den to jerk off to a porn, while you cried yourself to sleep, rubbing your suddenly soaking pussy to the image of your pretty secretary kneeling under your table licking your cunt right there in your decrepit office.”

The pain was so close to my clit now, but seeing the smile of Marileen’s young innocent face again, which greeted me every morning to this dead end job I had right after college, kept me from slipping into darkness.

“One lip is gone and here comes the next, snip, snap.”

Lindy turned around and suddenly she looked like the announcer at the high swing attraction of the fun fair, where we went the weekend before. It was to get us in the mood for doing things with kids and we actually had a great time till we sat on this high swing. The drunken operator seemed to have forgotten to close the rail properly and every time we hit the high point it would get loose and we would hang in the air without any protection. Lindy with her big belly didn’t even recognise the danger we were in, but I saw her tumble to her death together with our baby every damn time we came to the dead spot, where gravity and centrifugal power played it out among themselves.

“Do you remember the maid you seduced at your business trip to Vegas and when she smelled too sweaty from a long day at work, you kicked her out of the room and complained to the hotel management?”

“Do you remember the reason, why you only employ male secretaries? Ms Annabelle ringing a bell? The eighteen year old pretty secretary you coaxed into becoming your lover, although she hated going down on you, but when she became too demanding and clingy you had her transferred and then kicked out from the company?”

“Do you remember the pretty femme you picked up in this gay bar, whose back and ass ended up looking like raw meat after you took everything out on her, which buggered you at the time? Luckily neither this town, bar or motel saw you ever again.”

Ok, so I could be a bitch, but this didn’t justify that these two actually had started to tear off the last pieces of my lips, which had me holler into Lindy’s pussy, resembling more and more a big red tunnel, wanting to swallow me alive.

“And here goes the hood. Uh that’s fun. Now we cut around the clit, so we can pull her out.”

I felt every little cut of the knife, like paper cuts magnified by a hundred times. I couldn’t scream any more, only sob and whimper and plead to hurry up.

“You have to see this. Isn’t that pretty? That little pink caterpillar is crawling out of its hiding place, look at its forked tail. Liss asked me if I want to cut it and I really look forward doing it.”

Lindy was kneeling next to me again, whispering sweet banter into my ear, while I saw my clit being pulled out with this hook pierced through its sensitive tip, the agony nearly blinding me with tears, but also making me shutter in near orgasmic abandon. Then she stood next to Liss and had this gleamy surgical scissor and smiled her innocent smile she always uses when she was naughty and then …

“Oh here you are. Isn’t that nice just coming from pain? Your pussy is still all tight and your asshole is pushed out quite a bit, looking like mine.”

She turned around giggling and I saw her sporting a pronounced prolapse out of her swollen asshole.

“Do you want to lick it, while Liss stitches you up?”

Before I could react she sat on my face again and the anal prolapse disappeared down my throat. Amidst the feeling of imminent suffocation, the never ending pain of Liss’ needlework in my most sensitive place and the deep hurt, which marked the empty space on top of my pussy, kept me focussed on my breathing through my nose.

“All finished.”

Liss’ strange voice dissolved with the scenery and I saw myself reflected in our sleeping room mirror: A black warrior goddess, sexless, content, horny. The globes high on my chest without trace of their former peeky treasures, my crotch adorned with just a faint line of darker skin, the little hole invisible between my thighs oozing milky signs of unfulfilled arousal.

“Let’s see how this fits.”

Where did she come from? Lindy smiles back at me through the mirror, her pussy topped by the bloody dildo I had just pulled out of her torn asshole. It’s when she pushes it into my tiny hole that I wake up.

My scream had nearly drowned the sound of the closing door. Liss! It was my turn to pay the ultimate price for our love.