24 Mayıs 2023

Fuck-Talk Too

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 In the days of the First People’s Republic, there were two friends. I say friends – but actually, they lived a long way apart.One lived in the great city of Bilbao, by the banks of the Mississippi. A proletarian under the rule of the Republic, he laboured all day in the stockyards.The other lived in a farmhouse atop a hill halfway between Szechwan and Surabaya. A peasant in the lands of the Grand Duke, she tilled the earth growing kailan and pomegranates.They were Good Persons, both of them.The first was called Grusha. He was a middle-aged married man with a slightly flabby waistline.The second was called Violet. She was a pretty young woman with dark hair and a gender-flexible partner.Despite their distance, they felt very close – almost as if they ought to be one person. Or at least, have one savings account.This is all very Brechtian. Verfremdungseffekt and all that. Don’t take it too literally.~~~~~Anyway…Grusha awoke one morning from an unsettled night, to find he had a cunt.Violet awoke the same morning to find herself sporting a cock.It was not immediately obvious to Grusha that anything was amiss. The first thing he noticed was the absence of morning wood. Normally, he liked waking up with an incipient erection: it gave those first bleary moments of the day more optimism than would normally be afforded him by his habitual exhaustion, dehydration, backache and caffeine- and/or nicotine deprivation. It gave him a choice as to whether to leap out of bed to start the day or to stroke his dick absent-mindedly for a few minutes whilst letting the blood begin to circulate and the mind begin to roam. Or, sometimes, it encouraged him to shuffle over, swivel round, and start eating out his wife’s asshole (she usually slept curled up on her side, making cunt-access initially challenging), in the hope of eliciting a pre-breakfast fuck.This morning, however, there was, apparently, no erection. Ah, the challenges of middle-age! Grusha sighed. Undeterred, he reached down to cop a feel. Yes, the pubic hair was there, leading the way to where his cock, presumably flaccid, should be. But it wasn’t. Blearily, Grusha reached further down between his legs, ignoring an unexpected dip in his crotch. It wasn’t until he found his middle finger touching his own perineum that he fully realized that something was wrong. Panicking slightly, he retraced his steps, till he found that strange dip he had noticed in his pubic hair. He pressed slightly and was alarmed to feel it give way to reveal a softly thatched vertical cleft, gently opening up to allow the tip of his finger to slip inwards.Violet, on the other hand, noticed the moment she awoke that something was different. It felt like something very significant was going on between her legs. For a second it felt as though her clitoris was larger than usual – as if she had been frigging it for a very long time. But then she remembered that she had only just woken up, so couldn’t have been rubbing one off since last night at the latest.Oh? She reached down to investigate, expecting to feel her swollen bud, and perhaps https://escortium.org to be able to play with it for a while. Maybe a bit of rubbing would help open her up and elicit some lovely cunt-slime which she could then use to lubricate her clit further. Violet liked the feel of her cunt, especially the way her fuck-lips could get all flappy and dangly when aroused. And she liked the taste when she licked the juice off her fingers. Yes, that would be a nice way to start the day…However, she never got that far, for, where she was expecting her clit to be, there was something else. It was still flaccid, but definitely bigger than she was expecting. Somewhat alarmed, she reached around it, to find two flabby sacks of skin, each housing a testicle…“FUCK!” screamed Grusha, kicking off the bedclothes in panic. He looked down, and where he would have expected to see his cock, if not erect, at least there, dangling – there was nothing. At least, nothing he could see from this angle. He leant forward as far as he could go, and all he could see was a mat of wiry dark brown pubic hair, disappearing over the horizon of his crotch. He tried to get a closer look, but – “ouch!” – felt a twinge in his hips and pulled back.Despite the noise he was making, his wife appeared fast asleep. Just as well, he thought, deciding instead to investigate by touch. Curious, he reached again between his legs to find that cleft just below where he had expected his cock to be. Like a little forested valley, it fell away between two soft ridges, and between those, two more flaps. “Ouch,” he exclaimed again, as fingers chafed against dry labia. Instinctively, he licked his fingers and tried again. This attempt worked better than before, and the flaps gently gave way, so he could slip the tip of his finger between them.“FUUUUUCK!” screamed Violet, also kicking off the bedclothes. Panicking, she leant over to check that her partner was asleep: but yes, she seemed oddly undisturbed by the commotion going on in their shared bed. Violet sat up and examined the tackle now hanging from her crotch. It was flaccid and floppy, both penis and testicles dangling unremarkably. There seemed to be rather a lot of loose skin, making the whole assemblage resemble a small bunch of prunes – the two testicles swinging gently an almost comical distance below the rest. Instinctively, she tightened her pelvic floor muscles, and the testicles pulsated upwards momentarily, before resuming their rest position. Weird, she thought.It took a while for Violet to work out which way was up with the penis. Surely cocks aren’t all like this! she thought to herself. But then she remembered that her last cis-boyfriend had been Jewish – so much neater and tidier. This foreskin seemed indecently capacious as if it were designed for a cock several inches longer than the one now between her thighs. I guess that’s OK, thought Violet. Must be tough the other way round though…Meanwhile, Grusha was wondering: Which way now? He spat on his fingers again, slathering as much saliva as he could over the surface of his newfound vulva. He decided – like, perhaps, a typical male – to go for the full-frontal attack, pushing his middle finger into his pussy as deep as it would go. “Fuck!” he moaned, not so much in pleasure as in astonishment at feeling his own finger caressing him internally in a space that had never existed until now. This was not like fingering his asshole, he decided; asshole was fun, definitely – but this cunt was like nothing on earth. He started to explore, wriggling his finger back and forth, and twiddling it around every which way. Very pleasant, but nothing earth-shattering yet, until he curled his finger upwards and round, and it stroked softly against the front wall of his pussy. “Oh my fucking God,” he muttered to himself: this was new – and this was good.Violet managed eventually to negotiate her way towards finding out how to pull the foreskin of her new penis back. She wasn’t quite sure why she was doing this, but she was just curious to find something which wasn’t skin. And there it was: a diddy soft dickhead, dark pink and slightly shrivelled, poking out from between the folds. She hawked a large gob of spit, dribbled it down onto her new genitalia, and began to coat her cock with it, allowing the foreskin to pull back even further. But it wasn’t until, while exploring the underside of the glans, she accidentally brushed her wettened finger against the frenulum, that she squealed in pleasure. And immediately, without so much as a by-your-leave, she noticed her cock begin to grow…Finding his new G-spot reminded Grusha that just beyond his front pussy wall should be a clitoris. Grusha had always found it a bit of a thankless task finding his wife’s clitoris: usually, when it needed to be found (i.e., when finger-and tongue-foreplay was called for) it was tiny and hidden, but when it swollen and aroused it hardly mattered any more whether the infernal thing could be precisely located. But this was a chance, Grusha thought, to do some serious genital orienteering.And so Grusha withdrew his middle finger from his cunt, enjoying the sensation of sliding it out between his pussy-lips for the first time in his life. It was then that he noticed that it was coated with a thin layer of slime. Oh wow, he thought. Cunt-juice – yeah! He brought his hand up to his lips, breathing in the coveted fragrance. He put the finger in his mouth and sucked the slime off. “Fuck, that’s good!” he said out loud. He wanted more.This time, though, he decided not to go for the full-frontal attack, remembering that it had been his intention – hadn’t it? – to explore his clit. Wetting his middle finger again, whilst again savouring the residual cunt-flavour, he returned it to his crotch, sliding it gently up and down between his pussy-lips, teasing them slowly open and eliciting yet more slime from within. But then, as he slid his moist finger slowly upwards, it reached a place where the lips would no longer part…Oh, fuck! thought Violet, as she watched her cock begin to grow. And as it did, a pleasure grew in her crotch that she had never felt the like of before, seemingly in proportion to the size and stiffness of her cock. This is fucking weird, she thought, kinda like a horn-o-meter. The hornier I feel, the bigger it gets; and the bigger it gets, the better it feels. And look, you can tell how horny I am by the angle! Violet let go of her cock, experimenting by ceasing all manual stimulation and thinking about something totally unsexy – let’s see, changing a toaster plug – and immediately her cock started to droop again. Aww, sweet! she thought, poor thing. I wonder whether I can make it go hard without touching it at all. And so she began to talk to herself, reciting some of her favourite porn lines: “Oh yeah, baby, you wanna see my dick all stiff and hard, that feels so fucking good, baby, go on, suck that cock deep into your fucking mouth, make me fucking cum all over your slut face, make it –”She stopped, thinking, Wait a moment, I’m a lesbian – why am I talking like a fucking male pornstar? I like cunt, after all, and I… hang on, do I still have a cunt hidden underneath all this shit? After all… She reached down further, beyond the base of her cock, then around behind her dangling balls, and…“Motherfuck!” she whispered, as her fingers found a pair of pussy-lips lurking below her testicles. “I’m a futanari; I’m a fucking dickgirl!” she squealed in delight. She tightened her scrotum again, and her cunt-lips became easier to reach – and stroke. They were already moist, and so, gripping her stiff cock again with one hand, she slipped two fingers of the other into her warm futa cunt.“Fucccckkkk!” hissed Grusha, as his fingers found his clit. This was like nothing he had ever felt before: a bit like stroking his dickhead, but closer in, more intimate – and it had the added advantage of proximate lubrication available from his new-found pussy. He wasn’t sure whether to concentrate on the clit or the flaring fuck-lips at first, before thinking, Fuck it, why not both? In for a penny… Both hands between his thighs now, he slid two fingers of his left hand into his slippery cunt, while his right concentrated on gently rubbing his clit. “Oh fuck, this is good,” Grusha muttered.Violet, meanwhile, was in seventh heaven. Double pleasure: fuck yeah! she thought to herself, as she started to pleasure both cock and cunt simultaneously. The cunt bit was easy: she knew how to do that, knew where her two curling fingers needed to reach to find that sweet rough spot inside. But the fact that she didn’t have a clit as such was initially a bit disorientating – and pleasuring a cock from this angle was something she’d never done before. It took her a while to realise that most of the shaft itself was not particularly sensitive and that the frenulum was, if anything, oversensitive. But trial and error brought her back to that stupid foreskin, and she realised that, by wrapping two fingers and a thumb around the glans and sliding the skin back and forth across her cock-head, she had perfect control over her self-stimulation: smooth, moist, exquisitely pleasurable, and so easy to calibrate. “Fuuuuuuuck!” she squealed, as she began to stroke cock and G-spot simultaneously. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is good!”

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