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Right then, Noelle shrieked as loudly as she could with her own orgasm, after which Stuart and Nathan filled her with their spunk, which had been building during what turned out to have been a twenty-minute lay. Their swimmers were loose and didn't take that long to reach their targets, two primed and ready eggs that I had sent to meet the lucky sperm. I felt a distinct thrill at knowing that the family would now have Apache blood coursing through its veins, too. I always thought that the history of North America would have gone better if the whites had fucked more Native Americans instead of trying to exterminate or expel them. Patriarchal Europeans and matriarchal Native Americans could have had the most egalitarian society ever by merging their two cultures, but it wasn't to be, alas.
The rest of us lay there in a sweaty mass of naked flesh, bodies entwined, watching Liam and Becky screw the living daylights out of Mrs. Adler, the real closet case who was now owning up to her true sexuality (well, except for moments such as now). The sight of my sister as a futa woman was truly glorious and part of me wanted to keep her that way, but another part thought that might produce some complications that I didn't wish to impose on her. Then I realized...what the hell, I'll just read her thoughts and see if she wants to remain a futa or not. When I read them, however, she was just as torn as I was, so I opted to change her back for now, and then consider changing her again whenever it suited me.
Clearly, a significant part of Martha enjoyed being fucked, hard, by Becky, who wasn't showing any mercy at all to her. She also craved Liam's dick far inside as well, which he was only too pleased to give to her, while we watched and played with ourselves in our voyeuristic mood. This continued for another fifteen minutes or so, after which she screamed in delight at last, and then both Liam and Becky emptied their loads inside her. I knew the very instant that she conceived, once again, as I now had increasingly almost automatic awareness of all things. I let the trio slip into slumber, along with all of the others, waiting until they all snored to transform each of them.
My many lovers would all be in for quite the awakening, when they got up from their sleep and discovered what about them had changed. I deliberately let them sleep a full eight hours, too, giving me plenty of time to tweak and shift things here or there, in no small part considering their deepest, most hidden wishes, too. After all, now nothing was concealed from me.
Oh, and I had a special surprise for Kerry, just waiting in another bed...there would be plenty of time to spring that when she awoke. For now, however, I let them sleep and dream, not knowing what, if any dreams, would come true. They were all rather tired and had no trouble dozing off, just as I wanted. The morning would bring a brand new day...one that I was eager to see.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 6 years agoCongratulations, Max.
I never realised it would be possible to make sex sound boring, yet you have done it.
I made it to page 5 before the constant diet of impossibly repetitive, nonstop sex made me seek out the final page in order to make this comment.
At first I thought the story was going somewhere, but although (as I said) I waited for that something through 5 pages, it went nowhere verrrrrry slowly.
The god that everyone worshipped, who needed to take magical blue pills in order to ejaculate copiously seemingly three times a scene, appeared to need to have his godlike status explained to him during every sex scene; either the author didn’t remember having already had that down on each page or maybe he needed to have each character repeat it at least once a page as part of a bet or dare.
Each of the female characters expressed a repeated desire to be ‘knocked up’ by the lead, godlike character seemingly before, during and after each bout of sex and I expect that desire was repeated by each new female as she appeared in the story – I didn’t find out since I bailed out on page five.
The female characters were unmemorable. They did have different names, true, and some were of different nationalities too. But since they all did exactly the same thing throughout each sex scene it seemed a waste of good memory remembering their names.
Even the male characters who were not godlike were just ciphers, differing by name and (I think) skin colour yet I defy anyone to get to page five and remember which was which – they were interchangeable, a tool for the main godlike character to play off of.
On the other hand the writing was quite readable, I detected a few grammar and spelling mistakes, but nothing to worry too much about.
Had there been anything of a story, a plot to work with, my opinion would be very different – but there wasn’t. Nonstop sex, an impossible number of ejaculations by godlike character in each scene and nonstop sex seemed to be what this author wanted to fill the story with - well, that and a bit about food – and nonstop sex.
I liked the sex the first time. And the second, but when we got to the third paragraph and they were still going at it I started to worry that the blood feeding the everlasting erection might be depriving the godlike characters brain of oxygen. A penis can only take so much friction anyway, lubrication only works for so long and the blue pills would start to fade through over abuse (ask a porn star) by the end of the first page. Did I mention the nonstop sex?
