The Big Weezy

"Ahh, thank Gawd for that!" Michelle Weezy muttered as she eased her control brief down her legs, releasing her enormous 8-inch cock, and letting her plum-sized balls fall free. Most of the girls on the LPGA tour wore bike shorts or control briefs so the pervert photographers and crowd members couldn't take photos of their barely covered snatch. Michelle had to wear them to hide she was a Futa--a Futanari woman.

Ms Weezy was a true hermaphrodite with a tight, sweet, rarely used pussy beneath her long, thick cock and bouncing balls. Despite preferring to use her cock to get off, Michelle did enjoy inserting Ben-wa balls inside her pussy when she played practice rounds. She loved how wet they made her as she walked the course. The ache in her tucked-away balls was worth the massive orgasm she had when she returned home or to her hotel room.

Michelle wrapped her slender hand around her meaty cock and stroked it to full rigidity. Her eyes closed as she recalled the events leading up to being 'seduced to the dark side' by her first lesbian lover, Kerrie Witt. Kerrie, who was then the world's number one female golfer, is also a Futa.

Michelle had lost her 'cock's virginity' fairly early on in her life. Her high school had a golf team, and Michelle was good enough to play number one for it. Her team wasn't precisely an all-sex team, but it recognised talent. The rules didn't specify the sex of the competitors, so Michelle was allowed to play. Michele was the only girl playing in the entire competition. Something that annoyed the shit out of the many boys she trounced in their matches. After one competition, an arrogant little prick who had been one of only two people to defeat her that year disparagingly insulted Michelle's abilities and told her to stick to 'playing with her dolls'.

Michelle said nothing as the boy, James Day, an Aussie/Filipino on a scholarship from Australia, insulted her. James was a bit of a pretty boy, and Michelle felt an unexpected lurch in her control briefs as she imagined forcing her cock into his mouth to shut him up.

Thinking he'd won, James strutted from the room and walked to where the buses waited to take them back to their school. Michelle unobtrusively slid out one of the side doors and, seeing he was alone, challenged, "You, me, Bellrose Park, 4:00 p. m. tomorrow. Three challenges: Long Drive. Closest to the power pole in the middle of the park with a six-iron. First to land in the rubbish bin from 100 yards. Best two out of three wins."

"What's in it for me when I win?" James challenged.

"I'll suck your cock right there in the park," Michelle stated flatly. "You have to get your cock out and show me if you lose."

Michelle knew she had him because James' cock immediately tented his pants.

"Bet you chicken out and don't even turn up," James sneered.

"Bet you cry like a bitch when I win the first two challenges, and you have to get your cock out," Michelle sneered back. "No witnesses. Just you and me."

"Make it easier for you to wimp out, I guess," James snickered.

More of their teammates exited the club before Michelle could retort, so she melted back into the darkness and circled behind them as if she'd just left the club.

Michelle arrived at the park around an hour before she was due to challenge James. Michelle used this area to practice regularly, and she knew there was a spot to hit from where the wind fluked. It appeared to be in your face, but if you hit down the left-hand side, there was typically a tailwind on that side. Also, if you hit towards the power pole from here, the wind was much more directly into your face than it seemed. Michelle practised launching her driver down the left side before changing to hitting choked-down six irons to the pole. Then, she went back to the carpark to wait.

James pulled up in a surprisingly beat-up Corolla. Michelle had assumed that James's parents were rich because he attended the poshest private high school in the area. However, James had little money to spend above what his scholarship paid. If his courses hadn't been covered, he'd never have been able to leave Jimboomba.

Michelle felt a little sympathy before remembering that James was still an arrogant little misogynist prick. Her heart steeled, and she vowed to kick his sexy... she meant to think arrogant... ass.

"Want to warm up?" Michelle asked as arrogantly as possible. "You will need to."

"Nah," James cackled. "I could probably out-drive you one-handed."

He was in for a shock. Michelle currently led the driving averages--302 yards to James' 298.

"You first, then. Show us what you ain't got," Michelle sneered.

Feeling the wind in his face, James did what Michelle expected--he teed the ball lower than usual and played the shot to stay low into the wind. He didn't know it, but it was a huge mistake. The grass in the park was Kikuyu, a grass well known to grab rolling golf balls and bring them to a stop quickly. Also, James got no help from the tailwind that began just past the dirt bank to their left.

Still, it was a lengthy shot, and Michelle knew she had to produce one of her best if she were to beat it. "Nice shot," she said grudgingly. They were both using Titleist balls, so she showed James the stylised 'm' she drew on her balls before teeing up. James snickered when he saw that Michelle had teed her ball way up. But he gasped when she lashed it, and it took off on the prevailing wind. They walked after the balls, but James knew he was already one down in the best-of-three challenge. Still, he estimated the power pole they were to fire at next was closer to 200 yards away than not, and he didn't think Michelle had any chance of hitting a six-iron that far.

He was wrong.

James had misjudged the wind again. He thought that the light, fluky wind into his face wouldn't affect his ball much. But as his shot climbed above the bank, it hit the face of the wind and ballooned into the air. It dropped well short of the power pole.

Michelle chuckled before she choked down on her club and played it a little further back in her stance. Michelle's ball was still climbing when it passed James'. Michelle turned to James expectantly. She raised an eyebrow and stared at his groin. "Well?" She drawled.

"Double or nothing on the 100-yard challenge," James bargained desperately. He'd confidently told his mates about how the gorgeous Korean/American woman they'd played earlier had challenged him and how he was about to have his cock sucked by her.

"Told ya you'd be crying like a bitch," Michelle smirked.

"Fuck you, Weezy," James snarled. "You know what we all call you behind your back? The Big Easy. Just like Ernie Els, except it's because we all know you're a slut and fucked your teachers to get on the team."

"So, what exactly does 'double' look like in this fantasy world of yours?" Michelle asked through gritted teeth. Her double was going to something extreme, like making him take his clothes off and go home naked. "What does 'nothing' look like?"

"'Nothing looks like both us leaving and never saying anything about this to anyone ever again. Double means I have to do what you want me to for the rest of the day."

Michelle figured it was enough. Undoubtedly, she had proven her point, and even if no one else would hear about it, James would know that she'd bested him--whipped him like the cur he was, in fact.

"Done," Michelle agreed. "But you will regret saying I could do anything to you."

"Oh, I'm sure that I will," James gloated. Practising from 100 yards out was his forte. James knew that almost two-thirds of the shots in a round of golf were from inside 120 yards, and that was where he spent most of his practice time. Unfortunately, he'd underestimated his opponent again.

Michelle had left knee problems for most of the year, which limited her practice to wedges and putting. Her record 100 yards from this bin and from this spot, was three out of ten shots in the bin. Given the 'bin' was a yellow box attached to a wooden pole with the pole between the bin and them and that the bin's mouth was only twelve inches by eight, three out of ten was elite.

"You go first this time," James said confidently. He doubted Michelle would hit her ball within three yards of the bin.

He was wrong about that, too. Michelle dropped her ball, used the club's head to stage it as she wanted, and then struck a perfect, three-quarter-swing shot. "Nothing but net," Michelle chortled as the ball clanged into the bin.

James gulped and prepared for his turn. He placed the ball so that it was sitting perfectly, went through his entire routine, hit the shot, closed his eyes and prayed.

"Off the rim and in," Michelle acknowledged.

Her second shot hit the rim and bounced away, giving James a chance to win this challenge. He wasn't even close. Michelle's third shot also clanged off the rim but bounced away, leaving James with a second chance to leave with his pride intact. His shot didn't reach the bin, let alone go in. The shifting, fluky wind that Michelle was used to judging had James wholly bamboozled.

"This to see your cock," Michelle announced. She swung, and they watched the ball fly true, seemingly unaffected by the wind. It hit the bin's far rim and rattled back and forth several times before falling inside.

"Shit!" James sighed defeatedly. With no real hope at all, he hit his fourth shot. For most of its journey, it looked like James had saved himself the humiliation of being Michelle's slave, but then, an errant wind gust blew the ball offline, and it hit the ground away from the bin.

Michelle turned to him. She'd been close to James for close to an hour now. He smelt of fresh sweat and man. Although she had her meaty cock tucked away, she had to squeeze her thighs tightly together to prevent it from popping out from between them. She was also wet, which was rare. Typically, Michelle either got wet or stiff, not both. "Take it out," she growled.

"What?" James protested. "I'm not doing that here in the open!"

"You would have expected me to get on my knees and suck it, though. Wouldn't you, you asshole?" Michelle steamed. She was horny and sexually frustrated. Images of forcing James to his knees and making him suck her cock rocketed through her head. Thoughts of humiliating him and busting his ass wide open as he screamed also played in her mind. 'He deserves it', she thought. 'The arsehole would have made me suck his cock. Therefore, the prick can suck mine.'

Michelle grabbed James' arm and twisted. James protested and tried to escape, but to his surprise, Michelle was stronger than him, and she forced him onto the ground. This part of the park was hidden from the road by trees and thick foliage, and Michelle felt no compunction in pulling down James' shorts and exposing his rapidly thickening, 6-inch cock. 'Less than a mouthful,' Michelle thought, disappointed. She lowered her mouth onto it anyway.

Michelle was a virgin in the strictest sense of the word. She'd never even been sexually kissed, let alone anything more. However, her libido had maxed out, and she spent many nights fantasising about sucking a cock. To that end, she'd practised on bananas and carrots so that when the time came, she could welcome her man's entire shaft into her willing mouth.

"Oh, Gawd," James groaned. He stopped resisting, and instead, he thrust his cock into Michelle's warm, moist, accepting mouth.

Michelle worked her mouth up and down James' shaft, listening to his moans and groans and allowing them to guide her actions. Although she'd only watched porn on her phone and computer, she could tell by how James' entire body stiffened that he was about to cum. Even so, she was shocked when he ejaculated into her mouth. In the porn she'd watched, the man always pulled out and came on the woman's face or tits. Still, Michelle decided she liked the taste, so she swallowed gleefully.

James let out a satisfied smile before he taunted, "I was supposed to get a blowjob for winning. If I'd known you would blow me anyway, I wouldn't have bothered trying so hard." His eyes dropped, and he gasped, "What the hell's that?"

Michelle had pulled her control brief down, freeing her enormous 8-inch cock. It bounced and throbbed as she gazed at James greedily.

"'Fuck this!" James growled. "I ain't no poo-pusher or cock swallower. Get away from me, you freak!"

"You got yours, asshole," Michelle growled. "Now I'm getting mine." She grabbed James' ankle and pulled him back. She sat on his chest with her throbbing, thick cock grasped in her hand. "Suck, bitch," Michelle demanded.

James tried to pull away, but Michelle held him by the nose, and his mouth opened so he could breathe. Michelle slid her cock into James' mouth as soon as it opened. Then, she reached behind her and grabbed his balls. "If you even think about biting me, I swear I'll rip your Gawddamned balls off," She growled.

To her surprise, James' cock slowly inflated and lengthened against her wrist. He may have been resisting consciously, but his subconscious admitted he liked being in Michelle's power. James' lips sealed around her shaft, and he sucked as he tentatively licked Michelle's cock's head. "There's a good little homo cock sucker," Michelle taunted as James' bobs became more insistent.

Michelle moved her hand from James' balls and began jacking his swiftly swelling shaft. James' moaned around her cock, and a white light exploded in Michelle's brain. She cried out as her cock erupted inside James' mouth, momentarily blacking out. She returned to her body in time to realise that James was humping her fist, moaning. Before she was fully aware, James groaned and orgasmed over her ass and wrist.

She was angry but also excited, and her cock roared back to life. She wanted to punish James' audacity. She was supposed to be forcing him to cum and making him make her cum. He wasn't supposed to be getting anything out of this! Michelle stood on her knees and forced James' legs up and apart. His hole rose into view, and as she'd seen in her favourite porn films, Michelle lowered her head and tongued James' dark star.

"Oh, Gawd," James tried to protest despite his softened cock immediately re-inflating. His sphincter unwillingly opened, and Michelle's tongue probed inside. "Oh, Gawd," he moaned this time, and then, "Oh, Gawd," again as Michelle's hand wrapped around his turgid shaft.

However, even as lost as he was in the delightful feeling of having his ass munched on and his cock stroked simultaneously, James suddenly became aware that Michelle's lips had left his ass, and she loomed over him. "No!" He protested weakly as he felt the thick, blunt tip of Michelle's cock against his dark hole. However, it was too late, and all James could do was mewl protestingly as she forced her entire cock into his virgin ass in one soul-destroying plunge.

Michelle gave him no pity as she viciously punched her cock into James' protesting ass. James's tried to force her off him, but her strength seemed magnified somehow, and all he could do was accept that Michelle would fuck him raw. 'I wish I'd never taken the bet,' James thought inanely as his mind tried to escape the punishment his ass was receiving. But then, something unbelievable happened. After a particularly vengeful thrust, James' sphincter relaxed, and amazingly, Michelle's cock's head slid over something just through his ass' sphincter. "Oh!" James exclaimed, his hips unawarely bucking up to meet Michelle's inward thrust.

Michelle grinned. Her two favourite vibrators were her P and G-spot ones. When used simultaneously, she had the most fantastic orgasms. She held James at that angle and viciously punched into his ass again. James mouthed "Oh" again before his 'Ohs' turned into a series of high-pitched, girly yips. His hand surrounded Michelle's on his cock, and he encouraged her to stroke faster and more firmly.

Knowing that he was close, Michelle relaxed and allowed her orgasm to hit. Her hot cum poured into James' devirginised ass and stimulated his prostate further. With a very girlish scream, James orgasmed again. His cum shot over his chest and even hit his face.

Michelle eased her slowly wilting cock from James' ass and sat back. "Not bad for a virgin, huh?" She grinned proprietarily. "Of course, I'm guessing your ass was, too."

James looked at her weakly. His mind had shattered from feelings of guilt and undesired enjoyment. He wondered what being fucked by a girl cock meant for his sexuality. Was he gay now? Or did the fact Michelle had tits make up for her having a cock, too? He didn't know, except that the shame of being made to cum by a cock in his ass weighed heavily against his conscience.

He lay there, confused. Then, before he could object, his cock was back inside Michelle's mouth. James wanted to protest, but he'd only ever had one blowjob before, and the woman certainly hadn't come close to swallowing his whole shaft. Instead of complaining, he placed his hands on Michelle's head and encouraged her up and down his cock.

James orgasmed into his nemesis' sucking mouth again before Michelle rolled him over. "No! Please!" James begged as he felt Michelle's cock probing at his rubbed-raw ass again.

"You whinge like a bitch!" Michelle snarled as she ploughed James' backdoor open. She fucked him hard and raw, concentrating solely on her own pleasure, with little regard for the young man quietly sobbing beneath her assault.

James couldn't take any more. His entire body felt abused and pummelled, but then, it suddenly reacted as it had before. Michelle's cock hit something delicious inside his suffering colon, and pleasure exploded out from it. His cock roared back to life, and as Michelle thrust into him, he ground against the grass. The pain had changed from extreme to exquisite, and despite his whimpered protestations, James orgasmed again.

"There's my good little fag boy," Michelle taunted. "Cumming like the slut you are on a Futa's cock." Sneering at her tormentor excited Michelle, and she leapt from her climactic crest into a stupendous orgasm. Her long, thick cock pulsed inside James' ass and filled it with her cum again.

Michelle stood, got her phone out, and took several photos of James' gaping, cum leaking hole. He peered over his shoulder, wondering what she was doing, and protested when he saw her taking pictures. Of course, that meant she got his face as well as his destroyed hole. "Insurance, asshole," she growled. "Mention even to the wall that I've got a cock, and I group send these pictures to everyone on both of our teams." She pulled up her control briefs and bike pants and casually walked to her car.

'I'm no longer a virgin!' Michelle exultantly thought as she drove home. She wondered if she shouldn't feel at least a little guilty about what she'd done to James. After all, she'd effectively raped him even if he'd had several orgasms during her assault. However, Michelle decided he'd enjoyed her using him all too much for it actually to be rape. Her cock stiffened as she imagined doing it to him again. She would. She knew that. She had his phone number from the team sheets, so she pulled her bike pants and briefs down so she could photograph her erect, throbbing cock. She added a photo of his gaping hole before typing, "My Futa cock wants your hole again." She texted it to him.

A few seconds later, she received an 'angry face' and a one-word reply. It said, "Freak!"

"Aww, you loved it," Michelle tauntingly sent back. "You came so hard with my dick in your boy pussy."

"Fuck you, Weezy," James returned.

"Maybe next time," Michelle replied. "I have a fully functioning pussy and a sweet, tight ass. Be nice to me, and I might let you take one of my other virginities."

James hadn't responded before Michelle showered, ate dinner, did the coursework required, and got ready for bed. She turned her light off when her phone buzzed. James had typed, "When?" 'Got you!' Michelle chuckled as she put her phone down and went to sleep.

Back in the present in her condo, Michelle idly stroked her throbbing cock as she recalled the loss of her first virginity. She wondered if she'd kept the photos from that long-ago escapade. That adventure was at least four phones ago, so she wasn't sure. But when she opened her phone pictures folder on her computer, she saw a file with that year stored. Opening the folder and scanning through only took moments, and suddenly, there they were. Six photos of James' wrecked hole and her cum oozing from it. 'He went on to become one of the world's best players,' she recalled. 'Won a USPGA title.'

The remembered feelings from that day brought Michelle close to her climax but left her short and wanting. She closed her eyes and thought of losing her second virginity--her tight ass surrendered to Carmelo Vallejo, a golfer on her college team.

Michelle had met with and fucked James several times after their first encounter. However, to Michelle's eventual disgust, James had changed into a total bottom slut. Despite her offering him her ass virginity, James solely wanted Michelle to fuck him. That was fun for a few times, but then Michelle needed more from the young man. It got to the point that the only time James got hard was when Michelle pounded his ass. His cock would spurt as she fucked him, but although it was fun to make him cum, she needed more.

The only thing James would do for her was to suck her cock and swallow her cum. While that was great, he wouldn't do anything more. Michelle told him it was over and returned her attention to passing her classes and becoming the best golfer she could. She didn't date again until she went to college. She was accepted into Stanford University and played number one for their golf team. She was promoted to play number one as a freshman, earning the ire of the senior players.

"Get better and knock me off the top spot," Michelle told them bluntly.

Relations between Michelle and her team were icy for most of the year. But when Michelle emerged undefeated, the ice thawed, and she even had some genuine friends for the first time in her young life. When she returned for her sophomore year, most of the group who had been catty towards her had graduated. Her freshmen teammates looked to her for guidance and inspiration, and even the older players asked for help.

That changed after her sophomore year. Deciding that playing college golf was wasting her talents, Michelle turned professional. However, that was after she met and fucked Carmelo Vallejo.

Looking back on it now, Michelle realised that Carmelo was another pretty boy who was probably only marginally less feminine than her. However, she'd played behind him during an invitational event where Michelle had been invited to play with the men. Michelle admired Carmelo's flamboyance, preparedness to take on any shot, no matter how impossible, and his cute ass in his too-tight, pastel-yellow golf trousers. She was smitten and had problems concentrating. She followed him again the following round. The distraction of which caused her to miss the cut by a whopping six shots. She was officially last of the one hundred and forty-four contestants.

Michelle was too young to sit in the bar and drink to drown her sorrows, so she sat in the restaurant area. She stared at the golfers finishing their rounds, brooding. Michelle could drive the ball further than most men, and her mid and long iron play was exemplary. She needed to fix two things to compete on the men's tour. Primarily, Michelle had to learn how to play successfully from the thicker rough surrounding the fairways and greens that the courses set up for the men had. Secondly, Michelle's clutch putting regularly let her down. She missed too many putts from the four to eight-foot range that the men and her contemporaries on the LPGA tour made.

"Not drinking?" Carmelo asked, settling into a seat beside her.

"Too young," Michelle replied. "I'm not twenty-one yet."

"I am," Carmelo chuckled. "By three days."

Looking at his handsome, smiling face made Michelle's lengthy cock give the lurch that indicated her attraction to someone. Similarly to James, Michelle felt damp between her muscular, shapely thighs, too. Trying to maintain her cool so that her cock didn't rip from its confines and make itself known, Michelle clumsily flirted with the handsome South American.

After another gauche attempt at seduction from Michelle, Carmelo joked, "You're not real good at this whole flirting thing, are you?"

"Look at me," Michelle stated. "I'm taller than most men. I'm stronger than many of you. I hit the ball further and play better than all, but perhaps the top fifty or sixty men. Then, add in that I'm beautiful, have a body to die for, and I'm super-confident. How many men can even hold a conversation with me, let alone start one?"

"And yet, I did," Carmelo smilingly replied.

"Yes, you did," Michelle said thoughtfully. She decided to take the bull by the horns. Michelle reached with her left hand and cupped Carmelo's balls. "Want to come up to my room and fuck?"

"Yes," Carmelo instantly replied.

"The thing is, I'm on my period," Michelle lied. "You'll have to do me in the ass. Is that alright?"

"Yes!" Carmelo averred again.

Michelle told him her room number and told Carmelo to wait fifteen minutes before coming up. She casually walked to the lifts, but Michelle ran to her room once she got out. She had a quick shower, dried off, and carefully tucked her cock and balls away. Typically, she would tuck and tape them along her perineum. But if Carmelo was going to fuck her ass, she couldn't risk him seeing her cock. So, instead, she used duct tape to flatten her shaft and balls against her shaved abdomen, and then she put on some thong panties. The panty was only a narrow strip along her ass crack, but it widened to a broad strip across her pudenda and was high enough to cover the tape.

She had enough time to examine herself in the mirror. 'It'll do for a quick fuck,' she thought.

Carmelo knocked on the door as Michelle pulled a flowing silk mini-dress over her athletic shoulders and B-cup breasts. Her firm globes kept the dress away from her groin and hid her bulge.

"Hi th... hmmph," Carmelo began before Michelle locked her lips to his and dragged him into the room. She had him on the bed, his pants and briefs around his ankles, and his cock in her mouth seconds later.

Carmelo hadn't had a chance to shower after his round, and his musky, manly smell had Michelle's libido revving hard. His cock tasted salty from his dried sweat, and Michelle almost purred as she tasted him. Unfortunately, Carmelo was another man somewhat lacking in the 'cock department'. He was a respectable close to six inches, which Michelle later learned was about average. But she'd thought 'average' would be about how long and thick she was. Whatever. It disappeared down her throat, and her fingers tickled his taint and chocolate star. Carmelo was not complaining!

He came swiftly, but having a cock herself, Michelle knew he wasn't close to being done. She released his wilting cock from her mouth and avoided its head as she set about re-inflating it. Her kisses and soft licks, combined with her tickling, probing fingers, soon had Carmelo ready to party again. Michelle gobbled him down again. Carmelo was more forceful and manly this time. He held Michelle's head tightly and tried to choke her with his cock. His actions both excited and infuriated Michelle. She was blowing him willingly and taking him deeper than anyone before her. Or so she'd bet. Yet he still tried to choke her? Asshole.

He needed punishing for his temerity. Michelle knew that. Carmelo was another pseudo rapist. Not one who necessarily took women against their wishes, but one who only worried about getting his and not giving anything in return. He'd pay for that, but not until he'd done what Michelle desired and taken her second virginity. Wanting her first time to last, Michelle brought Carmelo to a second climax with her mouth, eagerly swallowing his gift as he presented it to her.

She moved up the bed, pulling Carmelo's shirt up as she went. She tried to kiss him, but he turned his head away, disgusted by the thought of tasting himself in Michelle's mouth. 'Definitely an asshole,' Michelle thought as she pretended not to be affronted by his selfishness. She worked on returning Carmelo's erection and then went back down on his cock. She wanted him too aroused to pay any attention to anything other than shoving his cock in her ass. Although Michelle had a pussy, too, she wasn't prepared to give that up yet. She was saving it for someone special, even though she had no idea who.

Michelle had Carmelo where she wanted him, so she moved onto her hands and knees before him. Carmelo took the hint and squatted behind her ass. Although Michelle was an anal virgin, she'd spent many hours fantasising about and preparing for this moment. She'd purchased a series of butt plugs ranging from thin and four inches to about the same size as her cock. Then, she'd practised with them until she could comfortably accept the biggest one in her virgin ass.

Despite Carmelo's rough, wayward stabbing attempts to penetrate her ass, Michelle was ready to lose another virginity. She reached between her thighs, pulled her thong aside, gripped his cock, and guided it into her ass. "Ohhh," she sighed as her ass welcomed its first flesh intruder. 'Three down, one to go,' Michelle gleefully thought as she waited for Carmelo to fuck her properly.

Unfortunately, being in the beautiful Korean/American woman's ass was too much for Carmelo, and he orgasmed before he'd even stroked into her once. "So good, baby," Carmelo crooned as his deflated cock fell from her hole. He rolled onto his back and started snoring.

'You fucking arsehole!' Michelle inwardly stormed. She was hot, horny, and ready to be fucked, and all she got was a 'shove in' and a colon full of his cum? No fucking way! Michelle stripped her dress off and peeled the tape away, revealing her massive 8-inch cock. She sat on Carmelo's chest and pinched his nose closed.

"Wha, wha?" Carmelo complained nasally. "Oomph," he protested when his mouth opened, and Michelle filled it with her cock.

"Suck, bitch!" Michelle demanded. "You got yours, so it's only fair you help me get mine. Oh, and if you even think about biting me," she gripped Carmelo's rapidly swelling cock, "I'll rip your fucking cock out by the root."

Carmelo, his eyes wide with terror, obeyed. 'Another wimp,' Michelle thought, disgusted. She released his cock and grabbed his hair. Pulling Carmelo's head higher, Michelle forced her entire cock into his throat, ignoring his protests and gagging. "I said 'suck bitch'!" she snarled.

Carmelo's reluctant sucks and licks served only to inflame Michelle's anger and desire higher. She pulled her cock out of his mouth and slapped his face with it as he coughed and gagged, trying to recover from the brutal assault of his throat. Before he could get his bearings, Michelle flipped him over, took him in a choke hold, and roughly inserted the head and about three inches of her cock into Carmelo's ass.

"Argh, ah, ah," Carmelo protested. His ass felt like someone had shoved a red-hot poker up it. His mind struggled to accept this new intrusion and pain, but Carmelo's cock knew what to do. To his self-disgust, his cock stiffened against the sheets and oozed precum as Michelle remorselessly drove the remaining five inches of her throbbing cock into his ass.

"There's my good little bitch boy," Michelle purred as her cock bottomed out in Carmelo's asshole. "You love my big cock in my boy pussy, don't you, slut?" She pulled about half her length out of him before ramming it back in.

"No, ah, ah, argh!" Carmelo denied. However, he lied, and Michelle knew he had. She could feel his prostate pulsing against her shaft and knew she was about to fuck the cum out of him. She pulled all but the tip out and jammed it back into him. "Noooooo!!!" Carmelo tried to deny as his cock exploded semen onto the bed beneath him.

Michelle short-hunched him, and every time she ploughed back into him, Carmelo's cock spat cum again. Michelle stopped humping when she heard Carmelo's sobs. However, neither her libido nor ire was satiated. He'd gotten his, and by damn, Michelle was getting hers. She flipped Carmelo onto his back and gripped his wilted cock. "Too sensitive, huh?" Michelle mockingly asked. Carmelo nodded, and Michelle added, "Too bad. I'm taking what I want from your body. You're a user, Carmelo. Maybe after this, you might pay more attention to what the woman needs."

"You're not a woman," Carmelo said nastily. "You're a fucking freak!"

"A freak that's already made you cum three times," Michelle chortled. "Let's try for a fourth, huh?"

"No, please," Carmelo begged. "Just let me go."

"But I haven't got mine yet," Michelle patiently explained. "You got what you wanted three times, so you owe me, right? It wouldn't be fair if you went home and left me hanging, would it? How would you feel if a woman tried to do that to you? I bet you'd make her give you yours, yeah?"

"No!" Carmelo tried to deny. But his wince before he answered showed he lied about that, too.

Michelle slowly, agonisingly, slid her cock back into Carmelo's ass. He whimpered as she opened him up again. Michelle's hands surrounded Carmelo's throat, and she choked him as she ravaged his poor, abused hole. Then, moving her right hand onto Carmelo's cock, she jacked him as she fucked him.

'Oh, no!' Carmelo's confused mind tried to object. Despite, or maybe because of Michelle's rough treatment of him, his red-raw cock was responding again, and he was quickly rock-hard in Michelle's tight grip.

"See?" Michelle giggled as her thumb painfully swirled over and around Carmelo's glans. "You love me fucking you!"

"Gawd, Gawd, Gawd!" Carmelo protested. 'How is this possible?' He wondered. 'I'm not gay, nor have I jacked off to tranny porn before. Why am I enjoying this?' It was partially because of Michelle's raw sexuality, but it was also because he'd discovered a hitherto unexplored submissive streak. He orgasmed again despite the pain.

Michelle forced his legs further back before leaning on the backs of his knees and pummelling his poor, raw ass. Unbelievably, Carmelo came again when Michelle short-punched him quickly before cumming in his ass. She rolled off him and onto her back. Carmelo turned with her and cuddled into her side. Michelle looked at him wonderingly, but he showed no sign of wanting to move.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"I don't know," Carmelo admitted. "I thought we'd cuddle for a while."

"You're not man enough for me," Michelle said definitively. "Get dressed and fuck off."

Carmelo reluctantly got off the bed and fetched his clothing. Michelle admired her work as he bent over to put his boxer briefs and pants on. Carmelo's asshole was busted wide open, and her cum oozed from it. It looked raw and abused. She felt her lengthy cock twitch and start to lengthen. "If you don't want my cock up you again tonight, you'd better run, boy!" She snarled.

Carmelo grabbed his shoes and bolted. As he struggled with the door, Michelle pointed at her tablet, which was still recording on the bedside table. "If I hear anyone speculating that I might have a cock, I'm posting that on PornHub and sending stills to every news service in the world," she growled.

Carmelo gulped, ripped the door open, and ran.

Michelle decided to stay another night and watch the third round, hoping to get some pointers from the players. She even followed Tiger for a few holes, but the numbers around him were too high for her to see much, so she slid through the crowds to find some of the lesser lights. She followed Carmelo for a time, but if he saw her, he didn't acknowledge it. However, he joined Michelle in the course's restaurant after signing his card and completing his after-round duties.

"Hey," he said, plonking himself down on a sofa chair opposite her.

"Hey," Michelle acknowledged, momentarily stunned, but then her cock lurched. "Ready for round two?" She asked archly.

"If you promise not to be so rough," Carmelo hedged.

"I promise to be even rougher," Michelle purred. "I'll bust your sexy ass so wide open that I'll be able to drive my SUV through it. Your throat will be so raw it will hurt swallowing for a week. You up for that, my little cock sucking fag boy?"

In response, Carmelo stood and took her hand. Michelle grinned as she let him pull her to her feet. They walked to the elevators and went up to her room. When they got there, Carmelo tried to staunch up and take Michelle, but she had him naked and on his stomach on the bed only seconds later. She had his throat in her elbow and was choking off his air. "So, that was your plan, huh? Take your manhood back by raping me in return? Bad luck for you, my little cock sucker. Now, I'm going to abuse your ass so hard you'll beg me to stop. But I won't. Not until you've cum five times. Ready for your first orgasm?"

"No, please," Carmelo weakly protested. Michelle mercilessly drilled her throbbing 8-inch cock into his objecting ass.

Carmelo had indeed wanted to take back his power by subjecting Michelle to the same indignities she'd forced on him. However, he'd also tossed off several times as he relived his orgasms with the beautiful Korean/American woman's cock in his ass.

"Take it like the bitch you are," Michelle snarled as she held his hip and pummelled Carmelo's tight hole.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Carmelo grunted as he endured his ass being viciously fucked. But then, the same thing happened as had the previous night. Michelle shifted the angle of her attack slightly, and her cock's tip slid across Carmelo's prostate. Carmelo's throbbing 6-inch cock immediately spat his spunk onto the sheets beneath him.

"One!" Michelle crowed as she forced her hand between Carmelo's hips and the mattress. She grabbed his deflating cock and pulled his hips off the bed, so she had better access to his cock and rear fuckhole. She rubbed her thumb over Carmelo's sensitive frenulum and glans, forcing his erection to stop deflating and start to swell. Then, she started fucking his ass again. Carmelo's mind rebelled against the intense sensations, but his subconscious knew how to alleviate the pain temporarily. He climaxed again, spitting his essence into Michelle's gripping palm.

"Two," Michelle chortled. She wanted to continue drilling Carmelo's ass but knew if she did, it would be solely pain for the effeminate young South American. She released his throat from her grip and flipped him on his back. Straddling his slender chest, Michelle grabbed Carmelo's nose and, when his mouth opened to breathe, shoved her gigantic cock into his mouth and down his throat.

"Hmmph, hmmph," Carmelo tried to complain around the dick in his mouth, but all he could do was make 'uck, uck, uck' sounds as Michelle possessed his oesophagus.

Her cock tasted of his ass, but weirdly, Carmelo's penis responded to the taste and reinflated. Michelle held his head with her cock buried to his nostrils in Carmelo's mouth as she retrieved a tube of lube from the bedside table. Then, she oiled his dick and her ass. Before Carmelo could react, Michelle eased her ass onto his cock and glided down his rigid pole.

Despite his protestations, Carmelo threw his hips up to meet Michelle's descending ass. His third orgasm quickly followed. Simultaneously, Michelle's cum sprayed from her cock's tip onto Carmelo's stomach and chest. Some even reached his mouth. She didn't release his nose, so Carmelo had no choice but to swallow it.

"Three," Michelle giggled happily. Her abuse of her new conquest was going much better than she'd feared. When she began this sexcapade, Michelle was confident that Carmelo would cum at least once, but five seemed a stretch. But here they were, only thirty minutes into their sex play, and her lover had already cum three times. Michelle released Carmelo's nose, pulled her cock out of his mouth and shifted down.

"No, please. No, please," Carmelo begged, just as Michelle predicted he would. "I can't take any more!"

"You can and you will," Michelle snarled, forcing his knees back and apart. When Carmelo's ass was high enough, she thrust back into his colon, slamming her entire cock into his fuckhole in one fell swoop. Her hand wrapped around Carmelo's shaft as it rapidly re-inflated. Carmelo was swiftly realising he was innately submissive, and his cock had a will of its own when a dominant Futa took him.

"Gawd, please, no!" Carmelo moaned as his stiffened cock pulsed in Michelle's hand.

Michelle shifted slightly, and on her next thrust, her cock's head scraped across Carmelo's P-spot deliciously. After three more pumps, and despite his denying wails, Carmelo orgasmed again.

"Four!" Michell cackled triumphantly.

Carmelo's mind was broken. His spirits shattered. All his muddled mind could think was, 'If I cum again, the pain ends'. He gave himself over to the delicious feelings elicited by having Michelle's dick powering over his prostate, and even though his cock had wilted, he came again.

"Stop, please," Carmelo whimpered. "I promise never to say anything. But, please, I cannot endure anymore."

"You will, though," Michelle said breathlessly as her climax swiftly approached. "You will endure until I get mine."

Strangely, Carmelo's mind flicked into a submissive mindset, and as he felt Michelle's cock expanding and then cumming in his ass, he protestingly came for a sixth time.

"Better luck next time," Michelle giggled as she eased her deflating dick from Carmelo's hole. "Now, fuck off. Mumma has to sleep." Carmelo struggled out of bed, peripherally aware that Michelle had her phone out and was taking numerous pictures of his ravaged, cum-oozing, and gaping hole. "Don't worry, baby," she crooned. "I'll only post these if you try to accuse me of anything or I hear you're telling people I have a dick."

"Whatever," Carmelo said dejectedly as he stumbled from her room. He wondered why his body kept reacting so sexually to Michelle abusing it. It hurt when her cock went up his ass. Hurt even more after she'd elicited a cum from him yet continued to pound his hole. Her hand rubbing his glans and frenulum as she viciously rogered his objecting hole was worse still, yet he continued to moan and throw his ass back at her invading cock.

'Maybe I'm a poof after all,' Carmelo despondently thought. He tried to imagine sucking a man's cock, and his mind's typical disgusted reaction happened. Yet when he thought of being made to suck Michelle's, his worn-out todger twitched and threatened to expand. As he got into the shower in his apartment, he wondered if it was being 'forced' that had him considering going back to Michelle's room for round three. He picked a guy from the tour he considered handsome and imagined being forced to suck his dick. Again, a shudder of revulsion shivered through him, but he knew if Michelle wanted him again, he'd willingly surrender.

Back in her condo, Michelle finally got over the edge as she remembered destroying Carmelo's ass for a second time. However, it was an unsatisfying orgasm that only partially satiated her yearning need. She'd need to go hunting again soon. Michelle knew that. Recently, she'd begun preying on her fellow players. A lot of them were lesbians anyway, but it was always deliciously decadent to seduce them and then stuff their rarely used cunts full of her cock.

Michelle had discovered another Futa that way. The 'Hall of Fame' player Kristy Carr was also one. They spent a delicious night fucking each other's holes before they both declared they'd never do it again and would not tell another soul. That was, however, after Michelle had been seduced by Kerrie Witt.

Kerrie had been well-established on the tour well before Michelle joined. Kerrie had won an unbelievable five of the four Major Championships. When the du Maurier Classic faded and was replaced by The Women's British Open, Kerrie won that event, too. Kerrie had previously won The Evian Championship, but not after it became another Major Championship.

Michelle had only recently turned twenty-one when Kerrie marched up to her at the bar after the final round of an event they both played in. "I hear you're into boys," she stated bluntly. Michelle's cock gave its tell-tale lurch as she turned to admire the handsome woman.

'Handsome was the correct term,' Michelle thought as she gazed into Kerrie's eyes. 'Not beautiful, pretty maybe. But definitely femininely handsome.' "Who told you that?" She nonchalantly asked. Michelle didn't talk about her sex life to anyone, and she expected the same in return.

"The word around the locker room," Kerrie replied, her bright blue eyes boring into Michelle's black ones.

"Why do you ask?" Michelle asked coolly.

"I wondered if you'd like to try swinging the other way," Kerrie said in the same blunt way as earlier.

"No thanks," Michelle shrugged despite wanting to try swinging the other way with the handsome golfer very much.

Kerrie moved closer. "I'm in room 701 if you change your mind." Kerrie stroked Michelle's face before smiling at her and walking away.

Michelle waited until the famous golfer's lift had departed before rushing to her suite. As she closed the door, Michelle freed her throbbing 8-inch cock and gripped it firmly. She barely managed to grab a washcloth from beside the basin in time to capture her erupting essence. 'Lawd!' Michelle gasped as she orgasmed into the cloth several times. She desperately wished for the courage to go up to floor seven and knock on Kerrie's door. 'She might enjoy a girl with a 'built-in strap-on', Michelle reasoned, knowing the same locker room talk alluded to by Kerrie earlier stated that Kerrie liked to 'top her lovers'.

Her phone buzzed, and Michelle picked it up. There was a photo of a woman taken in her mirror's reflection. All the woman wore was a tight, opaque singlet and a tiny pair of white panties. Here was the thing, though: The panties barely constrained a thick, 8 - 9-inch cock. The phone obscured the taker's face, but Michelle was sure who she was--it appeared that Kerrie Witt was a Futa, just like her. It took Michelle about two seconds to decide. Grabbing her room card, Michelle left her room for floor seven.

She knocked on Kerrie's door nervously. It opened immediately, and the world's number-one female golfer looked at Michelle appreciatively. But then her eyes dropped down Michelle's body. They widened when they reached Michelle's groin. Michelle hadn't bothered tucking or putting her control brief back on, and her enormous dick poked out her short golf skort lewdly.

"Now, there's a surprise," Kerrie chuckled smokily. "A very welcome one, too. However, I must warn you that flesh cocks never get access to my pussy. Nor do I fuck pussies with my cock."

Michelle was a little disappointed. She still had two virginities--she'd yet to fuck a pussy, and no one had fucked hers yet. She hoped that Kerrie would relieve both of those for her, but alas, that did not seem to be the case. However, her disappointment hadn't lessened her arousal, and her cock throbbed, anticipating what Kerrie would do.

Even though she towered over the much smaller Aussie, Michelle felt dwarfed by the dominant Futa golfer. So, when Kerrie pushed on her shoulders, she submissively dropped to her knees. Kerrie pulled her skirt down, exposing a thick, flaccid, but beginning to swell penis. Even soft, Kerrie's cock was larger and thicker than hers. It would be the largest by far that Michelle had ever accepted into her mouth. She was undeterred. Holding the handsome Futa golfer's cock by her shaft's base, Michelle eased her lips over the rapidly inflating cock and slid her mouth down its shaft, licking and sucking as she went.

Michelle gagged once as Kerrie's cock reached her oesophagus, but she forced the reflex down and strained until her nose pressed against Kerrie's hairless pubis.

"Good girl," Kerrie crooned as she stroked Michelle's hair.

Michelle understood that Kerrie was a shower and not a grower. Despite Kerrie's cock stiffening to complete rigidity, it didn't seem to grow any longer or thicker. Therefore, when Kerrie stroked into her throat, Michelle, despite her eyes watering and her making weird 'uck, uck, uck' sounds, readily accepted the dominant older woman fucking her throat.

"Going to nut in your throat," Kerrie gasped, holding Michelle's head tightly and shoving her entire cock down Michelle's gullet. Kerrie's cock was so deep in her throat that Michelle didn't even have to swallow. However, after three spurts straight into her stomach, Kerrie pulled back to allow Michelle to taste the last three significant eruptions.

"Hmm," Michelle purred as she swished Kerrie's creamy ejaculate inside her mouth, savouring its slimy and salty taste.

Kerrie grinned at Michelle predatorily. "You like my cum, you delicious little cocksucker, huh? If you liked it in your mouth, you're going to love it up your tight ass!" She pounced on the taller woman and forced her on her back on the bed.

Michelle knew she was stronger than the much shorter and lighter Aussie, but she didn't want to resist, so she didn't. Michelle allowed Kerrie to pull down and fling away her briefs, lift and part her long, lean legs, and force her thick cock into her ass.

"Argh, ah, ah!" Michelle protested as Kerrie's thick cock speared into her dark hole with only Michelle's saliva for lube.

"Take it, bitch!" Kerrie snarled as, with another will-breaking lunge, she buried her cock in the beautiful Korean/American's tight, inexperienced ass.

Michelle was in the same position she'd forced both of her male lovers into--the backs of her knees resting on her rapist's shoulders and her rapist's dick buried in her ass. Luckily, Michelle responded precisely the way they did. Kerrie altered her thrust angle until her bulging cock's head scraped over Michelle's P-spot, and Michelle grunted as pure pleasure emanated through her body from that point. Her cock, which had somewhat wilted from Kerrie's assault, roared back to life, and precum poured from its eye.

"That's it, my surprisingly Futa slut," Kerrie crooned as she viciously sawed her cock in and out of Michelle's ass. "Take it like the good little bitch you are." Kerrie's dominance had shattered Michelle's mind, and her words drove Michelle over the edge. She grabbed a pillow and bit it hard to muffle her orgasm screams. "Gawd, what a willing slut!" Kerrie growled as her dick exploded inside Michelle's ass pussy, drenching the walls of the younger Futa's colon.

Kerrie pumped into Michelle until her cock wilted and plopped from Michelle's gaping ass. However, Kerrie wasn't done with her younger lover yet. She let Michelle's legs fall onto the bed and then climbed up her body to sit on Michelle's tits. Then, Kerrie pinched Michelle's nostrils shut, and when she opened her mouth, Kerrie slid her softened cock into the younger woman's mouth. Michelle felt Kerrie's cock stiffening in her oral cavity as Michelle's stomach rebelled at the thought of sucking a cock that was freshly out of her ass.

However, before she could retch at the thought, her older lover's surprisingly dainty hand surrounded her cock and gripped it forcefully. Michelle gasped around the cock in her mouth as hers roared back to life. She started sucking earnestly, revelling in the musky taste of her ass on Kerrie's cock. Kerrie's wilted cock quickly regained its steel bar-like rigidity, and a pleasurable shudder ran through Michelle because she suspected what was next.

She was right.

Kerrie flipped Michelle onto her stomach, forced her arm under the younger woman's hips and lifted her ass off the mattress. Michelle felt Kerrie's enormous cock knocking at her back door, and then, with one soul-searing plunge, Kerrie smashed Michelle's knot open and ploughed deeply into her ass. The audible thump of Kerrie's muscular abdomen pounding onto Michelle's tight buns echoed through the room.

"Argggghhhhhh!!!!!!!" Michelle complained, but then, Kerrie shifted her angle, and on the next plunge, the tip of her bulbous-headed cock rubbed across Michelle's P-spot, and her complaining wails changed into grunts of pleasure. Michelle enthusiastically threw her ass back to meet the next lunge.

"Such a willing slut for Futa cock, aren't you, my little slut?" Kerrie crooned as she wrapped her golf-calloused hands around Michelle's throat and ripped her back onto her cock. Kerrie squeezed, cutting off most of Michelle's air. Which, surprisingly to Michelle, only increased her arousal and the sweet sensation of Kerrie's cock drilling her tight ass. Michelle decided she'd try doing that to her next victim... oops, she meant lover.

The assault on her asshole continued, and Michelle gasped air through her restricted throat as her world turned grey. Then, as her vision became a pinprick, she felt the Futa's cock expanding in her ass. Michelle threw her tight ass back at it, desperate for Kerrie to cum in her ass before she (Michelle) passed out. The light slowly faded, but before it disappeared entirely, Kerrie's hands shifted from her throat to her shoulders, and Kerrie rammed her thick cock deeply into Michelle's ass one last time before she groaned and emptied her enormous balls into the younger woman.

The sudden release and blissful air flowing into Michelle's abused body slung her over the edge, and she squealed as her cock exploded, spitting its load onto the sheet beneath her. Above her, Kerrie jerked like a sloppily controlled puppet as she ejaculated into the younger Futa's tight ass. She finally released Michelle and sat back.

"Clean me with your mouth, then you can go," Kerrie said dismissively. "You're a good fuck, you Futa slut," Kerrie added. "If you make the cut next week, I'll fuck you again."

With her mind whirling, Michelle obediently lowered her head and accepted Kerrie back into her mouth. She licked and sucked their combined juices from the future hall-of-famer's cock, balls and body. Did she want to be used like this again? Michelle doubted she was a bottom because she had dominated all her previous lovers. 'All two of them,' Michelle thought a little bitterly. 'Perhaps Kerrie's way would yield better results,' her nefarious mind added.

"Good girl," Kerrie praised when she was clean. "Good luck next week."

Knowing she'd been dismissed, Michelle dressed and left for her room. Later that night, as she soaked under the shower, Michelle's 8-inch cock grew and stiffened. She reached behind her and fingered her rubbed-raw, slowly-closing asshole, and orgasmed without touching her cock. 'Definitely going back there,' Michelle thought. However, she never did. Michelle just barely made the cut at the following event, but Kerrie had a rare off week and didn't. They never played together sexually again, much to Michelle's disappointment. Kerrie did leave Michelle with something, though--a desire to fuck a woman, which wasn't something she'd considered before despite having an active cock and libido.

Michelle got up the following morning, caught the courtesy bus to the airport and flew home. It wasn't a long flight, only three hours, but it gave her time to think. Michelle thought of the players she was friends with and immediately discounted taking any of them. Her thoughts settled on Pauline Cramer. For a long time, Pauline was the 'next big thing' in women's golf. Considered talented and beautiful, Pauline thought herself better than everyone. Her attitude showed in how she'd treated Michelle's own heralded arrival on the tour.

Michelle smiled bitterly as she remembered the various indignities that Pauline had subjected her to during her rookie year. Clothes that somehow went missing simultaneously with every towel. Shampoo that had been changed for hair dye, turning her black locks into streaked orange and blonde. Skin lotion laced with liniment and the greatest indignity of all, which was itch powder in her bikini brief. Put there when Michelle was showering after her round and before her press conference. Michelle managed to control herself through her conference, but her answers were vague and inane, unlike her typical insightful, amusing ones.

They'd both been selected to play for America's Solheim Cup team, and their captain, Pat Bradley, immediately paired them in the foursomes and four-ball on the first day. Two wins for the mismatched pair earned them grudging respect from the other, and Pauline's ill-treatment of Michelle stopped. However, although her pranks ceased, Pauline continued to snipe at Michelle verbally and through the press.

Michelle admitted that the other players' jealousy had some merit. Most of the new graduates to the tour got the minimum sponsor contribution, which was little more than clubs, gloves, balls, and tees. Michelle arrived with a package of more than one million dollars. Her stellar amateur play, beauty, stature, and profile ensured her that. However, as her winless streak increased, the other girls from her rookie year became increasingly frustrated with the press' continuing infatuation with Korean/American beauty. They thought their wins should count for more than Michelle's popularity with the media and public.

However, after Michelle's breakthrough win at the Lorena Ochoa Invitational and then her victory at The Women's US Open, the jealousy and noise from her fellow players ceased. Michelle and Pauline were, if not friends, neither were they enemies. Frenemies, maybe? That worked as well as any other. However, Michelle harboured some residual animosity towards Pauline for her earlier pranks, and she felt stuffing her lengthy cock into the woman's three orifices would balance the score. Especially if Michelle could make Pauline scream in orgasmic bliss as she did it. She approached Pauline after Pauline had struggled through an injury-plagued week to finish well outside the cut-line.

Taking a seat beside the despondent golfer, Michelle said, "Heya, Pauline. How are you coping?"

"I cannot get my wrist to settle," Pauline said despairingly. "I think the tour physio is correct. I need to get off the tour until it heals. I might even have to have surgery."

Michelle took her hand and mumbled sweet, supportive words as she set about the unfamiliar job of seducing a woman. Still, Michelle knew where her erogenous zones were and how she liked them touched and stroked, so she figured stroking those would probably work on Pauline, too. It did. Michelle felt Pauline's heartbeat quickening and her skin flushing as she stroked her fingers over Pauline's arms, wrists, and hands.

"I've had some success giving remedial massages," Michelle said warmly. "I did a course on them in college, and I've sometimes found the root cause is often away from the actual injury. If you'd like to come up to my room, I could give you a massage. Who knows? Maybe it'll even help."

"Sure," Pauline agreed. At this stage, she was prepared to try anything.

Michelle, who had done a remedial massage course, started at Pauline's fingers. Unfortunately for Ms Cramer, the injury was in her left wrist, and because the left wrist, for a right-handed golfer, controls the club's path, an injury to it could be career-ending. Michelle eased her thumbs over the back of Pauline's hand, feeling the unnatural tension in the ligaments and muscles. She felt several muscles realign as she massaged.

"That's amazing," Pauline said. "The wrist still hurts, but the pins and needles in my hand and fingers has eased."

"Yeah," Michelle acknowledged. She'd surprised herself because she'd only chosen to give her nemesis a massage so she could get her hands on the woman erotically. However, she could almost trace the nerve blockage with her mind. The next dammed point was in Pauline's elbow. She massaged up the arm and gently probed around Pauline's ulna nerve. "It's right there," Michelle said, holding Pauline's elbow in a vise-like grip and digging her thumb into the nerve.

"That hurts," Pauline whimpered, trying to free her arm.

"I know, Pauline, and I'm sorry. But just a little more... there." Michelle felt something release under her thumb and could almost feel the heat radiating down Pauline's forearm as the blocked nerve opened again.

"My fingers are tingling," Pauline wonderingly said. "They feel warm for the first time since I don't know when. My wrist still aches, though."

"Aches or a sharp, stinging pain?" Michelle asked as she massaged along Pauline's inner upper arm. Her fingers were perilously close to the pretty golfer's breast mounds, and despite having no idea whether it would work, she was sending sexual energy into the other woman.

"Aches," Pauline confirmed. "Although, if I move it," she rolled her wrist. "Hmmph," she added awedly. "My wrist still aches, but it no longer stabs me with pain when I rotate it."

Michelle found another blocked nerve in Pauline's shoulder joint. Another blockage, or perhaps the same nerve was blocked in several places. Whatever, Michelle didn't know enough anatomy to tell. What she did know was that Pauline's nipples were tenting her top, and the heavy smell of a woman's arousal filled her nostrils. Michelle merely hoped it wasn't solely hers.

She continued to imagine her sexual energy was pouring into her frenemy as she worked her fingers over Pauline's shoulder. Then, as with Pauline's wrist and elbow, Michelle found a spot she knew was misaligned. She dug her thumb into that spot, acting on pure instinct. It, too, seemed to shift under her thumb, and Pauline gasped as a shooting pain travelled down her arm. Her fingers felt like she'd shoved them into a light socket, and heat briefly speared through them. The ongoing pain in her wrist was now only a muted rumble.

Pauline wanted Michelle to stop before she had an orgasm. Her nipples ached and throbbed in time with her clitoris, and Pauline feared her arousal had soaked through her panties and yoga pants. Pauline was confused because she'd never been sexually attracted to a woman before and held the tour's lesbians in some contempt. Oh, she knew homosexuality was a naturally occurring aberration, but the point was that it was precisely that--an aberration, i. e. not normal. However, she also didn't want Michelle to stop. Pauline's wrist hurt less than it had for months, and her fingers and hand had more feeling and control than they had since she'd injured her wrist playing out of thick rough at the Nabisco Championship earlier in the year. She allowed Michelle to peel her top off. Pauline's sports bra sustained her modesty, though.

Whatever Michelle was doing, it seemed to be working, so as she massaged Pauline's neck, she continued to send sexy images and thoughts through her fingers into the beautiful golfer's nerves. While Michelle concentrated on sending pornographic images into her frenemy's body, her fingers worked along Pauline's spine to where it disappeared into her head. 'There,' she thought as she found another blocked nerve.

It released immediately, leading Michelle to believe it was only a symptom of the real problem. Her fingers moved lower, seemingly of their own accord. Then, Michelle found a bundle of twisted and locked nerves between Pauline's shoulder blades. A vertebra had shifted from alignment, causing a series of muscles and nerves to act strangely. Michelle didn't know how, but she knew this was the cause of all of Pauline's problems. Pretending she needed the leverage, Michelle put her forearm across Pauline's nipples and gripped her side. She dug her forefinger's knuckle into that twisted spot.

"Owwwwwwww! No! Oh. Umm, ahh... oh, Gawd, that worked! My whole arm is tingling like it's waking up from being asleep. You know?" Pauline objected and then observed as Michelle's knuckle moved something in her thoracic area, and the underlying muscular tension she'd experienced since playing that shot three months ago eased.

Michelle removed her knuckle from the vertebra but left her arm across Pauline's breasts. Pauline looked down wonderingly, thinking how nice it felt on her nipples and allowed Michelle to turn her to face her. Michelle's lips descended onto hers, and Pauline unconsciously responded in kind. Ever since the beautiful Korean/American woman had touched her downstairs, Pauline had struggled to contain her arousal. But Pauline wasn't into women and eventually pulled away from Michelle's kiss.

"I'm sorry, Michelle," she said firmly. "But I'm not into women."

"It's just as well I'm not wholly a woman then, isn't it?" Michelle observed saucily. She stood and dropped her skirt and control briefs. Her enormous 8-inch cock sprung into view and slapped against Pauline's chin.

"OMG!" Pauline breathed awedly. Her hand unawarely stretched toward Michelle's rapidly bouncing cock as her rampant libido flared. She wanted that cock; that much was certain, and despite who it belonged to, it was true. However, Pauline's social and religious conditioning overrode that desire, and she reluctantly shook her head. "No," she denied. "I'm not gay."

"I don't think you understand," Michelle stated calmly but forcefully as she held her shaft and pointed it at Pauline. "This is going in at least two of your holes. Mouth and ass or mouth and cunt, it's up to you. But it's going in your mouth and one of your two lower holes. You know you want it in there. I know you want it in there, and you know that I know you want it in there. So decide, bitch. Which two holes do you want it in?"

"None!" Pauline hissed. "I told you that I'm not gay."

"Ass it is, then," Michelle said indifferently as she effortlessly held Pauline down and stripped her remaining clothes off. Michelle forced her nemesis onto her stomach before covering Pauline's body with hers. Michelle grabbed the base of her shaft and directed its head onto Pauline's ass.

"No! No!" Pauline objected. "Please! Anal sex is just wrong!"

Michelle said nothing but pushed her cock down until it encountered Pauline's blazing wetness. She thrust forward, and her throbbing cock glided into Pauline's soaking cunt. "Hmm," Michelle purred as she stroked into her unwilling victim. "Seems like someone is in dire need of a solid rogering."

Pauline wanted to deny Michelle's assertion, but her overheated libido took over and wouldn't let her. Instead, with a barely suppressed squeal, she orgasmed on the beautiful Futa's rampaging cock.

Michelle intertwined her hands behind Pauline's head after she'd forced them under her armpits. Holding the smaller woman tightly, Michelle punched her cock into Pauline's squelching pussy as viciously as she could. Michelle smiled exultantly as Pauline climaxed again. Pauline orgasmed twice more as Michelle pounded her harder than she'd ever been before. Finally, as far as Pauline was concerned, Michelle short-hunched her several times. Pauline, who was no stranger to sex, knew that meant the Futa ravaging her was about to cum.

However, that led to another problem. Pauline wasn't on the pill, and Michelle was bareback inside her pussy. As Michelle grunted and unloaded into her vulva, Pauline almost wished she'd taken her ass instead. 'Can't get pregnant from anal sex," Pauline thought bitterly as her recalcitrant body responded to the huge cock pulsing inside it and came again. Pauline believed her ordeal was over, but instead, Michelle rolled her over and sat on Pauline's generous chest. Then, Michelle looked down at her sternly. "Suck, bitch," she demanded. Michelle wiped her barely-softened cock across Pauline's lips.

"No!" Pauline protested. "It's covered in cum and my secretions. That's disgusting!"

Michelle chuckled evilly and pinched Pauline's nose closed. Of course, Pauline had to open her mouth to breathe, and Michelle shoved her cock inside. "Bite me, and I'll turn you into a three-hole slut," Michelle threatened as Pauline reluctantly sucked and used her tongue to clean the dominant Futa's enormous rod.

However, as Michelle found out, Pauline had discovered an innate submissive streak deep in her soul, and when Michelle leaned back, thumbed Pauline's clit and thrust two fingers into her wet pussy, Pauline climaxed again. Michelle chuckled again before pulling her recovered cock from Pauline's mouth. She slid down and covered Pauline's body missionary style. Her long, thick cock eased back into Pauline's overheated gash.

Pauline almost immediately orgasmed again despite her conscious 'good girl' persona complaining in strident tones in her head. After that, Pauline surrendered her body to the compelling, dominant Futa. She gave in to her body's needs and allowed Michelle to fuck her into oblivion. By the night's end, Pauline was ready to surrender her ass to her forceful lover, but perhaps mercifully, Michelle left that hole unfilled.

After too many orgasms to count, Michelle rolled off Pauline and shifted her until they were spooning. Exhausted, Pauline collapsed into sleep. She didn't know how long she slept, but feeling Michelle's reawakened cock sliding back into her pussy woke her up. Despite her exhaustion and her pussy's rawness, Pauline orgasmed again as she felt Michelle's cock swell and spit its load into her body for the umpteenth time since last night.

"We'd better get up," Michelle said, reluctantly getting off Pauline. "You need to get your stuff together to catch the bus to the airport, and I need to eat and then prepare for my round." Michelle glared at Pauline. "If I hear even a whisper from the girls on tour that I might have a cock, I swear that I'll find you and shove it up your ass."

Pauline obediently got up, got dressed, and left. Michelle showered and changed before heading to the lounge to get breakfast. She smiled when Pauline avoided her gaze as she pulled her clubs and suitcase toward the courtesy bus.

After her risky seduction of Pauline, Michelle had one virginity left. She'd been fucked in her mouth and ass. She'd fucked an ass and a pussy. So, the only thing left was to find a suitable man to surrender her pussy to. That surrender was to an unexpected person, Kristy Carr.

Several weeks had passed, with the only relief for Michelle's over-inflamed libido being her fingers. Michele masturbated to images of forcing men, women, and other Futas. Hearing her victims' protesting squeals turn into accepting grunts and then moans of pure pleasure had become central to the Korean/American's sexual identity. She felt powerful and dominant as she took them, and even being forced by Kerrie Witt felt good. Michelle's only regret there was that Kerrie hadn't taken her pussy virginity that night.

The problem was that although she could read a man's interest in her, she missed the more subtle signals from the women. She knew, as everyone did, which tour players were openly out. At least who they were was common knowledge amongst the players, if not the press and public. She knew she could have amused herself by busting open the asses of several of the pretty boys that followed the women's tour, but that wasn't what she wanted. 'Been there, done that,' Michelle thought. 'The T-shirt wasn't worth the cost.' She'd take another male lover when she found one strong enough to make her want to surrender her remaining cherry.

It was with that background, and at the point where Michelle had decided she was going to bust Megan Parcell's tight twat open, that Kristy Carr approached her after Michelle had given her compulsory after-round press conference.

"Get a drink?" The Hall of Famer asked.

"Sure," Michelle agreed. She knew if she wanted her sex life to improve, she needed to be less standoffish with the other players. She allowed Kristy to buy her a glass of wine and followed her to a table away from the rest of the bar.

"Rumour is that you like boys," Kristy abruptly said. But before Michelle could respond, Kristy added, "But a little secret rumour, spoken only amongst those who know best, says you're not averse to a little bit of pussy, too."

Michelle looked at Kristy evenly, giving nothing away. Eventually, she took a sip of her wine and innocently asked, "So? What does it matter? My sex life is precisely that--mine."

"It matters because I want you to take me to your room and fuck me," Kristy bluntly stated.

Michelle's cock gave its rare lurch that indicated her attraction. But it was her instantly wet pussy that ensured Michelle would take up the older woman's offer. However, there was something in the way Kristy said 'fuck me' that made Michelle wonder if Kristy knew she had a cock and all the trimmings to go with it.

Deciding 'fuck-it', Michelle purred. "We don't need to bother finishing these." She put her glass on the table.

"No, we don't," Kristy agreed, smiling anticipatorily.

Neither woman wanted to announce they were about to go and make the beast with the two backs, so they chatted amicably as they strolled to the elevators and down to Michelle's room. But when they entered, Kristy immediately became dominant. Michelle was taller and probably physically stronger than the older woman. However, as she had for Kerrie Witt, Michelle allowed herself to be forced into the submissive role.

After a series of sizzling, scintillating kisses, Michelle reacted to the constant downward pressure on her shoulders and knelt before Kristy. "Pull down my shorts and panties," Kristy ordered, using an emanating voice that sent shivers up and down Michelle's spine.

Michelle reached underneath Kristy's short golf skirt, hooked her fingers into the shorts and panties' elastic, and pulled them down Kristy's toned thighs. She gazed at the hair-covered slit revealed by removing the older woman's shorts, and her mind had time to think, 'That doesn't look right'. Then, as her thoughts raced, Kristy parted her thighs, and a thick, rapidly inflating Futa cock reared up before Michelle's awed eyes.

"You, me, and Kerrie. We're the only three I'm aware of," Kristy explained. "Unfortunately for you, Kerrie isn't into dicks. Fortunately for you, I am. However, my sweet little Futa, for now, it's time for you to suck."

"Hmm," Michelle purred as she surrounded Kristy's thick cock with her velvety lips and slowly, sensuously swallowed her entire shaft. She moved her hands to Kristy's hips and pushed, encouraging the older woman to fuck her mouth.

Putting her hands on the back of Michelle's head, Kristy crooned, "Kerrie said you were a gifted cocksucker. I'm pleased to know she didn't exaggerate." As she spoke, Kristy increased the pace and forcefulness of her pumps into Michelle's mouth. Although she didn't complain or object, Michelle began making 'uck, uck, uck,' sounds as Kristy's cock momentarily blocked her airway at the apex of her thrust. "Such a good little cocksucking Futa," Kristy cooed before she held herself buried to the hilt in Michelle's slurping mouth and filled her stomach full of cum.

Michelle smiled up at the older woman before saying, "My turn." Michelle picked Kristy up and effortlessly tossed her onto the bed. Then, after stripping, Michelle leapt after her and divested her of all her clothing. She forced the older woman onto her back and shoved her knees apart. Kneeling between them, Michelle eased the tip of her throbbing cock into Kristy's dripping pussy. She savoured Kristy's heat and wetness momentarily before plunging her entire cock into the older woman in one fell swoop.

"Ummph," Kristy protested. However, her body responded to Michelle's enormous cock gliding over her G-spot, and her next utterance was, "Oh, Gawd. Fuck me, Shelly. Fuck me hard."

Michelle pinched the Hall-of-Famer's nipples and growled. "Do not ever call me that again." To emphasise her point, Michelle twisted Kristy's nipples viciously and pounded her pussy mercilessly. Michelle's lust-fogged mind vacantly observed that she still had one of her virginities. She'd fucked all three possible holes--mouth, pussy, and ass. Been fucked in her ass and mouth, but her pussy was still a virgin. Her favourite sexual act by far, however, was fucking reluctant boy's asses. Almost all of Michelle's fap fantasies centred on busting James and Carmelo's assholes wide open. She knew she'd need to hunt for more men like that again soon.

Michelle became aware again when she heard Kristy incessantly babbling, "Fuck me, oh, Fuck me. Please, I need it. Fuck me hard." Grinning, Michelle decided to do precisely what the older woman wanted. She threw Kristy's calves over her shoulders, gripped her neck in both hands, squeezed enough to restrict her airflow, and then fucked her into oblivion. Kristy orgasmed beneath Michelle four times before Michelle relaxed and let her need overcome her. Her world went black momentarily as her desire erupted into Kristy's heated vulva and filled it to overflowing.

Exhausted, Michelle rolled off Kristy onto her back, only to find Kristy rolling with her. Michelle instinctively spread her thighs and allowed Kristy between them. "What did you say earlier?" Kristy teased. "My turn? Well, now, my slutty little Futa girl, it's my turn!" Kristy positioned her cock at Michelle's overexcited entrance and shoved it into the younger woman brutally.

"All virginities done and dusted!" Michelle crowed internally. She wouldn't consider the task entirely finished until she'd allowed a man to fuck her in there, but at least she'd had her cock in, and had had a cock in, all three possible holes. She relaxed and concentrated on 'feeling' Kristy's cock in her devirginised pussy. Michelle swiftly appreciated that a real flesh cock in her sopping pussy felt way better than a plastic or rubber one, and she orgasmed shortly after.

Kristy laughed delightedly before slightly changing her stroke's angle. This new angle kept a part of Kristy's cock against Michelle's G-spot for the whole in-and-out stroke, causing Michelle to crest twice more in quick succession. Michelle was close to hitting her peak again when Kristy pulled out of her pussy and rolled her over. Kristy parted Michelle's muscular butt cheeks and planted wet kisses over her starfish and taint before she covered the younger woman's body with hers again. Michelle felt Kristy's thick Futa cock probing at her rear entrance, so when it was in the correct spot, she relaxed her sphincter and pushed her ass back to meet it. Michelle yelped slightly as Kristy's dick split her knot apart.

"First inward stroke always stings, doesn't it?" Kristy chuckled as she held still, waiting for Michelle to grow accustomed to having her ass full of cock. A few moments later, she felt Michelle push back at the cock invading her rear passage. "Good girl," she crooned as she started fucking the younger woman's dark hole vigorously. Kristy's needs were rampant, so when she heard Michelle's release into the sheets beneath her, Kristy relaxed her control and unloaded into Michelle's tight ass. Then, testing Michelle's willingness, Kristy rolled her onto her back and pressed her wilting cock against the young Futa's lips.

Michelle's eyes flew open when she realised what Kristy wanted. But the sheer decadent nastiness of sucking a cock that had just come out of her ass caused Michelle to part her lips and allow Kristy's cock inside. Michelle took hold of her twitching cock and stroked herself back to rigidity. She serviced Kristy's cock using the skills she'd gathered, turning reluctant male lovers into enthusiastic ones, and she was soon rewarded with a tasty mouthful of cum.

Reaching up, Michelle held Kristy's hips tightly, ensuring that she couldn't pull her cock out. Then, Michelle rolled Kristy onto her back. With her extra strength, Michelle reversed their positions and slowly fed her enormous cock into the other woman's mouth. "Your turn," Michelle giggled as she possessed Kristy's mouth.

Kristy's amusement was evident in her eyes, but she dutifully blew her younger lover to another powerful orgasm.

The rest of the night was spent in decadent to and from rounds of hedonistic, carnal pleasure as the two Futas explored each other's gifts. Eventually, when neither cock worked anymore, the girls slept in each other's embrace.

The End.