Then Bruce gleefully called out to warn Richard.
“Well sweetie, get ready coz I am going to bust your cute virgin asshole with my big fat cock.”
He gave a grunting call, and then started to push the fat prick into Richards’s tight anal passage.
It was huge.
Richard squealed and cried out like a girl as he tried to take the monster penis into his bum.
As he cried out, Bob thrust harder into his face.
“Take my cock, bitch!” he screamed out, “take my load into your mouth.”
“Suck me clean, you dirty slutty girl. Oh fuck, I want to blow my load into you, bitch, I want you to suck and swallow my cum!”
Bob held Richard’s face while he pumped away, he was puffing and panting as he got closer to his edge, and then he screamed out as he released torrents of sticky white sperm into Richard’s mouth.
Richard gagged on all the semen as it gushed into his mouth, it spilled from his lips and over Bob’s cock.
Bob slowly decreased his tempo, as he did he called to his colleague and urged him to ram his prick deep into Richard’s virginal asshole.
Bruce complied immediately, grabbing Richard’s hips and thrusting deep into him. The long thick uncut cock slid deep into Richard, lubricated nicely in Richard’s slimy bum hole.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, screw me, use me, I am your cum slut,” called out Richard who was loving the pleasure, amongst the pain of the huge intrusion.
Bruce slapped Richard’s ass hard.
“Take it bitch, take my bikie cock.”
“Yes, yes, fill him,” encouraged Bob, now busy stuffing his limp dick back into his pants.
“Fuck him hard and use him, use him, quickly because we have to go soon.”
“Oh fuck yeh,” grunted Bruce and he continued to slam in hard to Richard’s tight butt.
The big man pounded away, gripping Richard whilst the weak glow of the overhead light cast an eerie glow on the scene from afar, where Richard’s wife Suzi watched, as she played with her sodden vagina.
“Oh fuck yes, I coming!” exclaimed Bruce suddenly, his urgency overwhelming him.
“Oh fuck yes, yes, yes!” he cried as he held Richard tight and squirted all his pent up semen into his bottom.
“Oh fuckkkkk, yes, yes yes.”
Soon it was over, and Richard remained bent over as Bruce removed his dirty cock and wiped it across Richard’s ass cheeks.
Bob gave Bruce a kiss and said, “Well done, honey.”
Then the taller of the biker duo looked at his watch and said, “Shit, we had better hurry or we will be late for the annual general meeting.”
He turned to Richard and said, “Listen here, bitch.”
“We are both important members of a Hells Angels gang.”
“If you tell anyone we are gay and screwed you in this park we will come after you and cut your balls off.”
“Do you understand, you faggot bitch?”
Richard nodded meekly and then watched as the two big hairy bikers turned and walked off down the path, hand in hand.
Richard tried to straighten but his hands were still tied.
He looked around and could see his wife walking towards him.
“Well, well, well,” she said as she approached confidently.
“I hope you enjoyed yourself, you slutty girl.”
Richard looked back at her, trying to judge her.
His wife was carrying a long piece of twig she had obviously picked up in the bush.
She moved around behind him.
She ran her finger along his used anal crack.
“Well, I see you are nice and wet from that guy’s fucking.”
“I can see his sperm running down your legs.”
“You did seem to enjoy it, didn't you?”
“Yes,” replied Richard weakly.
His wife whipped Richard suddenly across the ass.
“I can't hear you, bitch.”
“Did you want those guys using you as a cum slut?”
“Yes,” said Richard, hurting from the stick.
Suzi whacked him across his ass again.
“Look at you, you filthy cum slut.”
“Cum oozing from your ass hole, and you are happy, you aren't a man, you are a girl!”
She hit him hard across his ass again.
Richard realized that with each hit his cock was getting harder, aching to release.
His wife also noticed.
“Oh so you are getting off on this are you?”
“Good,” and she hit him again, and again.
“Cum on bitch, cum for me, cum for me as I hit you and cause you pain.”
She reached around and pulled his cock with a few short pulls, and hit him again hard.
“Oh fuck yes, yes, so close!” screamed Richard.
Suzi hit him again and gave his cock a few more short strokes.
“Oh yes, oh yes,” he cried and then shot a large load of thick man goop onto the ground in front of him.
“Oh fuck,” said Suzi when she noticed he had already cum.
“You greedy male pig, what about me? I want to cum as well you know.”
“Ok, I am taking you home and then you have to screw me until I cum.”
She reached around and untied Richard, he rubbed his wrists as they were finally free and then he followed her back to the car park.
The drive home was silent, Richard looking blankly out the window and quietly reflecting on his experience.
He had always wanted to feel a cock up his ass, now that was all over as mystery. He had enjoyed it, but he preferred the idea of being forced to do it, he didn't want to admit that this was something he would or could pursue himself.
And he knew it had to be the beginning.
He had to make sure Suzi got pleasure out of this so that she would want to make him do it again and again.
Half an hour later they were home again and Suzi applied new makeup to Richard to refresh his female look.
It drove her wild to see him dressed up as a woman. It drove her wild to see him submissive.
She forced him onto his knees and fucked him with her anal strap on, and then she sat astride him and used his pathetic cock until she came in an earth shattering crescendo.
By the time she finally collapsed next to him she was a dirty sodden mess, and Richard had been completely fucked in every way that evening.
Suzi soon fell asleep, but Richard lay there fantasizing about his next adventures as a cuckold husband, a cuckold husband who loved wearing a skirt and being used by rough and tough men.
23rd CENTURY SEX
Rip walked along the air corridor towards the club. He was feeling horny and was looking forward to a night on the town. He was dressed to kill; he wore beautiful shining blue tights and a metro skin vest. His hair cap was a matching blue tonight and his makeup was coloured to match. Tonight he was on the prowl, with his friends, for some real females, those the elite used for breeding.
Rip walked along the air corridor towards the club.
He was feeling horny and was looking forward to a night on the town with his buddies.
He was dressed to kill; he wore beautiful shining blue tights and a metro skin vest. His hair cap was a matching blue tonight and his makeup was coloured to match.
He was tall and slim, and handsome, a classic male of his era, a typical, well off government employee in his mid-thirties.
Tonight he was on the prowl, with his friends, for some real females.
Of course, if they were successful, they wouldn't be breeding with them, that wasn't allowed, but they would enjoy the random mystery of the experience.
He looked forward to the complete unpredictability of the night.
And if they missed out, well they could always use any of the available girls at the bar.
But the mission was to get real females, and he was determined to put in his best performance.
He entered the bar, the scanner at the e
ntrance automatically processing him; he nodded to give his consent to the terms of entry that flashed through his chip. The information was filed away somewhere in his brain and he was free to enjoy the night.
Rip walked up to the bar and nodded at the barmaid. She accepted the order and poured the beer for him. This was one of the "authentic" bars were everything worked, supposedly, like it did hundreds of years ago.
He suspected that may not be perfectly true.
The barmaid wore no clothing, so that was one give away to it not being completely authentic, and he doubted she was a real female, although it was hard to tell these days, unless one asked. What was very obvious was that she was stunningly attractive.
She had an air of sexual availability about her. He suspected she was indeed a fembot.
Rip took a slurp on the beer she had put before him and licked his lips. It was a nice brew.
He looked around the establishment.
The neoplasm walls glowed with patterns and images mostly sexual in nature to obviously get everyone in the mood. There were maybe a dozen, two dozen patrons in the bar.
It always amazed him that a wall could be made of hard light, like the neoplasm walls, but then again lots of things amazed him in this world, he wasn't a scientist, he was a bureaucrat.
He knew he was lucky to live in this world, or at least in this part of the world, and he was lucky not to have lived in many of the previous eras. They seemed far too brutal for him.
Sure, life was still a bitch in the 23rd century, but it seemed like more fun than in the past.
Of course, humans still weren't free, but they never had been. The Corporation had come out of the closet in the 22nd century during the ice ages and now there was no pretence.
The Corporation owned everyone and everything, but if you kept your head down, there was no way they could track every word and act of every person and generally if you were a strong consumer they were happy to let you get up to a bit of lawlessness from time to time. They weren’t completely stupid!
Tonight, Rip and his buddies were going to do just that, they were eager to get up to a bit of lawlessness by fucking a few real females.
In his world, it wasn’t something you were meant to do. Real females, and there weren’t many of them, were kept for breeding, to ensure there was a new generation. They weren’t meant to be available for sex with commoners like Rip. But tonight was going to be different, he had plans.
GIRLS
He put down his empty glass and ordered another.
Then he noticed his friend Tam come over.
He waved at Tam who was dressed head to toe in a glorious gold coloured robe. Very impressive indeed and even gold eyeballs to match - that must have cost a few New Credits.
“Bro.”
“Bro.”
They hugged and gave each other a peck on each cheek.
“You look stunning tonight,” declared Rip, “and those eyeballs must have cost a fortune.”
“Thanks honey, so sweet of you.”
“You are so kind, well, you look so glamorous yourself, Big Boy. Those girlies surely won’t be able to resist us boys tonight.”
“Not if they have any taste.”
“Bro!” boomed a deep voice behind them and they were both wrapped up in the arms of a monster.
Rip turned around.
“Jos, how are you?”
“Better now that I have seen you two studs.”
Rip looked at Jos.
“Shit, you will blow those girls minds,” he said as he looked his friend up and down.
Jos wore super tight leggings that hugged every muscle, every fibre, and of course hugged his packet very tightly.
And Jos had a packet, a big packet!
He was originally of American negro descent. Whilst his people would have been dark skinned once, now he and his people were mostly a light brown skinned people as they changed colour each generation, just a little, now they were living primarily in the temperate regions of the planet.
He was a very big and solid man with a very large male member.
This was no enhancement, like most men sported these days, it was the real thing, and it was a monster cock. So in his skin tight leggings his bulge was immense.
Rip reached down and gave the monstrous package a familiar squeeze.
“So Big Boy, you going to give the girls a taste of this tonight?”
They all laughed.
“Sure man,” Jos joked and ordered a beer.
The three men clinked their pseudo glasses together and proposed that they have good sex that night.
“Hey, just one question,” asked Jos, “if we get some girls, are we going to fuck them here in real life in the flesh, or are we going to take them to Fantasy World and fuck them there?”
“Oh no,” interjected Tam, “the whole point of the exercise is to fuck real girls in the flesh, in the here and now.”
He was about to continue when his jaw dropped and he looked towards the entrance.
“Fuck me!” he blurted out as he nearly choked on his drink.
“Are they real?”
Jos whistled softly under his breath.
“I don't think they could get in if they weren't real, not tonight anyhow, is that right?”
“Hmm, yes, that is true from what I have been told,” responded Rip.
“And yes indeed, they are so hot!”
The three men had their eyes glued to the young women, who themselves appeared to have their outfits glue on to their bodies.
They wore coloured and patterned garments that seemed to be glued on as they were so body hugging.
“Oh, I think its paint,” said Rip.
“You know, those new body colours that breathe.”
“Fuck, they look hot, and to imagine they are real living, breathing females.”
“Well gentlemen, I think we should invite the ladies over for a drink don't you?”
“Before some others lechers notice them.”
“Already done it,” said Tam, “and one of them accepted. Message just came in then.”
Rip looked down at his friend Jos.
“I hope you are going to be ok with that big package, Jos.” They all laughed.
The women were now only feet away and smiled as they faced the boys.
“Hello guys, thanks for the invite, we were a bit nervous, we have never been here before.”
“And thanks for the drinks offer. We have sent through our orders, the barmaid is making them now.”
“Yep, just got the tab,” replied Jos. “It's our pleasure. Shall we all sit down.”
The three girls looked at Jos, and their eyes went down to his package and one of them just had to be bold.
“I hope you don't mind, honey, but I just have to feel that.”
She reached down with her hand and felt the weight of Jos’s package.
“Oh my,” she said, “that is such a nice weight. Don't you dare go home tonight without letting me try you, you hear?”
They all laughed and sat down.
The men introduced themselves, they all drank to their good health and the girls continued the introductions.
“Well,” said the lovely blond on the left with the bob haircut.
“My name is Max, this is Sam,” as she gestured to the red head next to her, “and over here, this is Lou,” as she gestured to the girl who had groped Jos.
“Of course, they are only our social names; if we need to we will share our full IDs later.”
Sam, the redhead, who already had most of Rip’s attention added, “of course we know why you boys are here and what you want. You want to try sex with some real women. How cute.”
“But if you want to know why we are here, we have decided to be a bit nasty tonight and snuck out of our estate this afternoon. We went out for dinner here in the city and thought we might try sex for fun tonight, rather than sex for breeding which is what we are always stuck with.”
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