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Was giving some thought about what exactly would make the “experience” with one of these dolls worthwhile. Even to the point of “living” with one someday. Seriously!

I am a firm believer that it's inevitable that technology will progress to the point where the sex and interaction with one will be more like a human partner. I’m not sure I’ll see it in my lifetime unless I live to be really old. There’s a lot of things that are missing yet. Maybe some of the younger members of TLB will get to enjoy this technology. Right now it seems like she (or he—they make “guy” dolls too) is a passive, rubber lover, that the human must transport, set up the “scene,” create all of the “dialog,” dress her up, and dictate all the action. As beautiful as the doll I created on their website is. And she is . I think I’d still be aware I was “fucking a rubber mannequin” so it’s basically a $8,000 masturbation toy (although an awesome one… ). Never having tried one I’m not sure if they feel “warm” or “talk dirty” (although I think you can get “sound” as an option) or if she can “come.”

Anyway, here’s a “scenario” involving my “real doll” friend from an earlier post. I’ll call her “Michelle” as that was the face I selected. The setting is the “Eagle’s Nest” in downtown Indianapolis. I like to use this place in many of my stories and have often taken “real” dates there including my “ex” and current wives. It is very expensive and considered “Indy’s Most Romantic” restaurant. Attached to the Hyatt Regency Hotel it rotates and offers a 360 degree view of the city. At sunset the view is breathtaking. At night the ceiling looks like stars. It’s not unique, many cities have something similar. Detroit has a “revolving” restaurant at their Hyatt as well.

Michelle looks at me and says “I’ve really had a wonderful time Andy. I’m glad we met.” Reaching across the table she takes my hand in hers. Her hand is soft and warm. Smiling, her blue eyes widen and in the candlelight she looks absolutely gorgeous. “I’m glad we met too Michelle. I was thinking we could go back to our hotel room if you want. I’ve got a buzz and you might have to hold me up.”

Giggling, she says “OK but I’m not exactly sober either.”

I sign the tab and put it on our bill. Getting up we both lean on each other (she’s 5’10”). Laughing we slowly make our way to the elevator. I press the button for our floor. Michelle says “You pressed the right one didn’t you baby? I don’t want to end up in the fucking basement.”

Alone now, we can’t keep our hands off each other. We kiss, feel each other up, and start to remove each other’s clothes. Her 7” cock is very hard and as we make out they rub together. I can feel hers react to the stimulation. God she must be so turned on. I know I am… Her skin is so silky smooth and warm. As I grab her ass under her miniskirt she says “God, baby, hold on!” then giggles.

When the elevator gets to the top floor, we are mostly undressed, one of her heels is off, and we realize our room is way at the other end. “Shit” she says.

“Think you can make it Andy?”

“Yeah. Glad there’s no one around.”

“Just lean on me. We’ll make it.”

Awkwardly we somehow get to our suite. I fumble with the “key” and Michelle says in a sexy voice “We might just have to do it in the hallway.”

Finally getting the door open, Michelle and I make our way over to the bed. She is carrying the shoe she lost in the elevator. She throws it aside and kicks off the other. Grabbing me she pulls me down on top of her and starts kissing me. She unzips my pants. We continue to make out and soon I have worked my way down to her cock. It is even more beautiful than what I saw when I ordered her. Engorged, it is dripping pre-cum and throbbing. As I suck and tease it, ever so slowly, Michelle moans, screams, and swears, as she arches her back, stretches her arms out, and grabs at the bed.

“Jesus, Andy, I need to come SO badly. Fuck! I can’t stand it! Oh God…”

I can feel her orgasm building and soon she releases her load into my mouth. I don’t know what they used, but whatever it is it feels and tastes like real cum.

Michelle’s body goes limp. She smiles at me and says softly “Andy, that was amazing.”

As I lie back on the bed she kneels over me and this time begins to suck my cock. Her mouth and tongue feel so real and she sucks like an expert. Soon I’m ready. She senses this and rolling over onto her back with her legs up says “Fuck me Andy. Hard.”

Her asshole is a perfect fit and we go at it for several minutes. She must have some kind of built-in “prostate sensor” because she gets hard again and I can tell another orgasm is building. She moans and sighs as she gets closer and closer. Me, I’m ready to explode, and as I pump my cum into her she comes for the second time. Not as much cum as before but it gets all over everything. Both spent, we just lie there together. She pulls closer to me and yanks the sheets over us. I touch her face and she reaches across and places her arm protectively across me. She looks up at me and smiles than lays her head on my shoulder.

“I love you Michelle.”

“I love you too Andy.”

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(So, if technology can make a “Michelle” like this. I’m all in… But I’m sure she will cost a lot more than $8,000. Now I know what I will blow my retirement savings on… See you in the future! By the way, what I based this story on was more or less what happened with my wife at the Eagles Nest and Hyatt on our wedding night back in 2011. The main difference is my wife is human of course and cisgender. )

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For those of you who don’t remember Kirsten, I introduced her a few years ago. She is about 6’ tall, light blond and blue eyed, with a 7” cock. Her hair is very long and her body and legs are to die for. The closest of anyone you might know of that she looks like is Aubrey Kate. Maybe a little older.

We met at the gym where I work out in Zionsville. Before she transitioned she had played football in high-school and is quite athletic. She loves motorcycles and also bondage. We have had some pretty wild times together, even having sex on her Harley on the way home from Shawn and ila’s party a few years ago. Having sex on a bike isn’t that unusual. But we were doing about 80 mph down I-65 in the middle of the night.

She is not only beautiful but also super-smart, graduating from the same university I did, a few years after me, with a degree in Chemistry. Her GPA was a 4.0. The last time I wrote about her I had let her fuck me in the ass for the first time and we had decided to get married in a private ceremony at our home. Kirsten is now my wife. Our life together is never boring.

“I’m ready baby” Kirsten says, kissing me hard and running her tongue all over the inside of my mouth. I do the same. After making out for a while, reluctantly we separate. She looks me in the eyes and giggles. We have both become very hard from all this activity. What can I say, this girl has always had that effect on me. I fell in love with her the first time I saw her.

She sits down in the chair and positions her legs so they are spread far apart. I strap her arms to the chair by her wrists. Then lightly stroke and tease her very hard cock. She responds by throwing her head back and moaning. One by one, I fasten the straps around her body. One around her hips. Another above her breasts. Two across her chest and tummy. Then her legs. Just above the knees, then ankles and calves. This pulls her thighs even farther apart. The powerful muscles in her legs respond to the increased tension. But we’re far from done.

I strap her upper thighs to the chair as well. Then her upper arms. This chair also has belts that go over her shoulders and criss-cross just between her breasts. There are also straps that cross under her ass binding her firmly to the seat of the chair. The last restraint is a leather collar that goes around her throat holding her head and neck firmly against the chair.

“Ooo… that feels good Andy” she says. I smile at her. She knows I’d never hurt her. She totally loves this and it shows. So do I. And that shows too… Noticing how “aroused” I am, Kirsten says “So you really DO like tying girls up don’t you?” We both laugh.

I run my hands all over her body. She is beginning to sweat and the light coat of baby oil she applied earlier just adds to the effect. We kiss for a very long time as I run my hands over her, feeling her thighs, her breasts, her tummy and her cock. Which is now dripping with precum.

For what we have planned for tonight, we decided not to use a gag. I want to make sure we can communicate clearly. We’ve never done a “scene” quite like this before.

There are still a couple of bits of “unfinished business” however. Carefully, but firmly I tighten each of the straps holding her in. She gasps as I cinch the ones around her waist and chest. I ask her if she’s OK. “Yeah baby it feels great.” After several minutes she’s not going to go anywhere. Already her muscles are straining against the straps and the chair has been designed so that her shoulders are pulled back and her breasts are thrust out. Her breathing has become shallow and steady. I can tell she’s really turned on. So am I.

The last thing I do is prepare her beautiful cock for “torture.”

We had seen a short video on the Internet of a bound cock totally immobilized and made to cum through careful use of electricity. In the video which we both thought was hot, you couldn’t see who the “victim” was, but someone really knew what they were doing. The subject’s cock twitched and contracted for several minutes before it finally came. The helpless cock released its semen through a clear catheter inserted into the urethra and into a glass beaker with each pulse. Of course we both wanted to try it. We knew this scene would require careful planning and the right equipment. Kirsten and I had a lot of fun looking at “electrical play” stuff online and then purchasing a few toys that we tried on each other. Both of us now knew how much it would take to make the other cum. One difference for us from the video. When Kirsten cums, it will be into my mouth, not a glass jar.

Kissing her thighs and then gently taking her cock in one hand I carefully insert the catheter into her pee hole. She squirms as I work it in. Then I attach foil contacts around the bottom of her shaft and just behind the head. Next, I bind her cock and balls tightly to the chair with soft bondage rope. She and her cock will both be my “prisoners” tonight.

“Sure you’re all right baby?” I ask. “Yeah Andy. Wow. I know we’ve done some crazy shit before but God, I’m SO turned on. Just be careful.” Then she looks up at me and giggles.

“I love you” I say as I kiss her.

“I love you too baby.”

Taking the controls, I begin the “stimulation” on a very low setting. Kirsten’s body stiffens and she pulls against her bonds. Her bound cock tries to rise in an attempt to escape its torment but no luck. She has no choice but to submit. To be safe, we had tried this out on each other. Making the other cum. Several times. So we both know what it feels like. Not really “painful” but more like a “tickle” that gradually builds in intensity. It feels like you are being “edged” by someone. More intense than a vibrator.

Walking behind her, I leave it on the lowest setting while I play with her nipples and kiss her on the neck as she throws her head back and strains against her straps. She clenches her fists. Her muscles look so sexy. She is a very strong girl. I found that out when I almost fell off the motorcycle that night after coming inside her. She grabbed me with one hand and held on, never losing control of the bike. I do everything to her but touch her cock. The “device” is having the intended effect. Her orgasm is building. Slowly. Very, very, slowly.

The stimulation is not (yet) enough to make her cum so we can take our time. Minutes pass. Hours. I’ve been jacking off but I’m not going to come until she does. We know each other really well by now. I can tell when it’s time.

As I Increase the intensity, her cock begins to pulse and contract. Her body stiffens. I kneel down in front of her taking the end of the catheter into my mouth. Her back arches and she makes a guttural sound as her cock releases its load into the tube. I swallow it just as I come all over the floor. Her body relaxes, going limp in the chair, as I reach for the “quick release” lever. She caresses me as I kneel in front of her, my head in her lap. I can hear her breathing. We both are totally exhausted. But it feels SO good…

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Sitting there alone on the San Diego beach, there is one surfer who I can’t take my eyes of off. She is tall, with long muscular legs, wearing a red wetsuit. It is very high cut and shows off her legs. Her hair is bleached blonde. She is very tan. Obviously from spending all her time outdoors. She looks like an athlete. Very strong with broad shoulders. Very sexy. The ultimate “California Girl.” I’ve never surfed but she seems like she is much better than the others. And it appears everyone knows who she is and defers to her.

Watching her my mind begins to forget about all the problems Karyn and I have been having lately. Maybe we did marry too young? Especially me. After all I was just 19. Karyn was 25. She had been a cheerleader at another university in Indiana and we were introduced through friends. We were very attracted to each other and got married just a couple of months later.

Not everything was bad. Karyn earned her degree in Nursing and still works at one of the biggest hospitals in Indianapolis. She’s the one who took care of me after I suffered a compound fracture of the tibia, ACL, and broken foot. That was a bad season for me. Those injuries would basically end my football career, which she knew and I didn’t want to admit.

Karyn is also the one who encouraged me to concentrate on my studies and helped me to get accepted to a doctoral program at her university. We both laughed at the irony of me going to school there. But their School of Business is one of the best in the nation.

But still, for whatever reason, Karyn also had a very volatile, impulsive, and yes, crazy side to her (and this is coming from me! ) her first marriage did not last long. He had been a basketball player. I heard that they had the same trouble.

So here I sit, in one of the most beautiful places on earth, thinking about our latest fight. Wondering if our marriage will work out.

At least for now I am enjoying watching my “new friend.”

After a while, she finally comes in from the ocean. Walking in my direction. I try to act really “cool” pretending I wasn’t checking her out. She’s even more beautiful up close. Maybe about 5’9” barefooted.

She smiles and says “Hi. Where are you visiting from?”

“Ummm… Why don’t you think I live here?”

“God. That sunburn! What happened? No. Let me guess… You got here yesterday and laid out all day. That must really hurt. You know, I have something that will help.” Reaching into her bag she pulls out a bottle of aloe and gives it to me.

“Thanks. You’re really good by the way. My name’s Andy.”

“Devyn.” Giggling she asks “So did you learn anything about surfing? I mean you never took your eyes off me.”

Slightly embarrassed I say, “Were you in the Olympics or something?”

“No. But I did try out for the Women’s swim team. There was a ‘technicality’ and I wasn’t allowed on the team. That was a long time ago, like 1992. So I compete professionally in freestyle surfing now. What brings you out here? Vacation?”

“Yes. I just graduated from college. My wife and I decided to get away for a while.”

“Your wife?”

“Yes.”

“How come she’s not here? I don’t see you wearing a ring either. Everything OK?”

I’m not sure how to answer.

The fact is our marriage is pretty well shot. Devyn seems interested in me but I can’t tell if she is just being nice. 1992? I was nine when they had the summer Olympics. I mostly remember the “Dream Team.” Still have all my Michael Jordan stuff. She must be quite a bit older than me.

‘We had a really big fight.”

“Oh. I see” she says sympathetically. “Well I hope the aloe is making your sunburn better.”

“It is, thanks.”

I start to stand up. Devyn helps me. She is really strong. In that moment our eyes meet. Her bleached hair is cut in bangs that fall softly over her eyes. Her eyes are green. She smiles. In that instant I just “feel” something. I think Devyn does too.

Looking down at my leg she says “Andy that looks nasty. You played football didn’t you? I can tell you still workout a lot. Maybe I can teach you to surf sometime. You don’t have to compete. We could just have fun. Are you a good swimmer?”

“Yeah.”

‘We’ll let’s do it then. How long do you plan on staying?”

“I don’t know. She might head back home without me.”

Frowning Devyn says “Well that doesn’t sound good” then adds “Andy, from what you said, you must be 21, maybe 22, you ought to know I was born in 1969. Which makes me 35."

She adds “I’m also probably not like any other girl you’ve ever known. I’d like to get to know you better if only as friends. Would you like to have a drink later? Maybe we could just talk and get to know each other?”

Of course I say “Yes” and we decide on a place to meet later. We both have cell phones (Motorola Razar’s of course—the cool thing to have back then).

Back at the hotel Karyn is still very upset “Andy, we need to talk…” I notice she’s not wearing her ring anymore either. Her luggage is out and it looks like she’s been packing. All her clothes are on the bed.

I say. “Let’s talk tomorrow. I made some new friends today and they wanted me to meet them for drinks.”

“Who is she?” Karyn asks sarcastically.

“See you tomorrow.” I try to kiss her but she pulls away.

Heading back to the beach, Devyn is waiting for me at a little bar by the pier. She smiles when she sees me.

“Glad you could make it. Wasn’t sure if you wanted to date a grandma” she giggles.

“You look beautiful Devyn.”

“Thanks. You look pretty good yourself.”

We get a table way in back. I have been to places like this before. There are couples of all sorts here. Gay, Straight, Lesbian, Trans, Interracial, and also many singles at the bar. The atmosphere is friendly and relaxed. I feel at home.

We order dinner and over the next few hours we share all kinds of information about each other. I’ve already guessed what Devyn thinks I “need to know about her” so I tell her the story of Stehpanie from when I was younger.

“That’s really sweet Andy. Too bad things didn’t work out. She sounds like she was your ‘soulmate.’”

We had been sitting next to each other. Looking into each other’s eyes there is a brief pause. She smiles. Then we kiss for the longest time. Gently at first then more aggressively with the tongue.

Stopping, Devyn asks “Are you sure it’s over?”

“She was packing and said we needed to talk. She seemed pissed” I say.

“Then it is” Devyn says laughing. “We need to talk… that’s what they always say. Shit, it’s worse than saying Fuck You.”

We are both just a little drunk and start laughing hysterically.

“Maybe you better stay at my place tonight Andy. I have a beachfront apartment within walking distance.”

In Devyn’s living room we kiss and start to make out. Her body is so sexy. Everything with her seems so natural. Like we've been together before. We run our hands all over each other. She pulls her dress over her head and tosses it aside. Her cock is rock hard. Kneeling, I start to suck it. She holds my head in her hands and says “God.” I kiss her all over as we work our way to the bedroom.

Laughing we both fall down onto her bed. She looks at me. “Of course you want to be on top Andy. But not just yet…”

Pushing me back on the bed and taking my hard cock into her mouth she gives me what is the best blow job I have ever had. Just before I can come she says “Ah, Ah, not yet baby” as she rolls onto her back.

We kiss and play with each other some more and I finger massage her prostate while slowly stroking her cock. She grabs some lube from the table by her bed and gives it to me. “Here baby.”

Gently I enter her and we go at it fucking each other very hard. Her legs are strong and she uses that to great advantage. As we near orgasm, she wraps her powerful thighs around me as we both come.

It is indescribable. One of the things that makes it so special is that there is a real connection between us.

Afterward we lie there and just talk. I haven’t felt this good or as close to anybody in years.

(I wrote this in the back of our "toy hauler" on my notebook. Not a lot of time to edit. Like many of my stories this one is based on real events and places I’ve been. The details about me and my “ex” are true. However that trip in 2004 was awesome and we had a great time in San Diego although we would get into a huge fight on the way back which, looking back, was the beginning of the end of our marriage. Sadly I never met someone like “Devyn.” I often wonder what might have been? )

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August, almost time to go back to school. And here in Indiana, usually the hottest part of the summer. This week they are predicting “heat indexes” over 105 F. Sunny and humid each day. Miserable. Unless you are married to a beautiful but slightly crazy and adventurous woman like I am.

Kirsten and I have both been enjoying the last days of our vacation. Mostly indoors. I’ve just been getting caught up on work and she is getting ready to go back to her job at Eli Lilly’s next week. This morning she interrupts my work with a “Watcha doin baby?” kissing me and running her hand up my leg to my cock.

Looking at the large Excel spreadsheet I have up on screen and rolling her eyes, she asks if I want to look at something “more interesting.”

Taking the mouse, she navigates to a gay fetish site that features hot guys in various forms of bondage outdoors. Most of them aren’t large muscular hairy males but rather slim, fit, cute, “femboys” being subjected to hours in the sun, their sexy bodies oiled and stretched tightly while their masters suck, tease, and edge their hard, often tightly bound, cocks. It’s very sexy.

Noticing my “response.” Kirsten says giggling “Does it give you any ideas?”

“Yeah, maybe a few.”

“This is something we’ve never done Andy. And today it’s supposed to be record heat.”

“Are you sure about this? I mean I don’t want you to get sunburned. Especially ‘there’ and are you sure you're up to it?”

“Andy, why don’t we watch some videos together so you can see what they do. It's really sexy. Don’t forget I’ve already got a dark tan from being outdoors a lot this summer. And I know you are always careful.”

She's right. It IS super hot. One video we watched featured a pretty long haired blonde boy, hairless body, his muscles tight, his cock rock hard and bound to a stake. A rubber cock up his ass. He was totally at the mercy of his master who seemed to delight in playfully "torturing" him until he came.

Kirsten has gotten hard watching this and we were so into the video we never even noticed we had been feeling each other up and stroking each other’s cocks all through it.

Laughing, she says “Andy, we better wait ‘till later. I want you to keep me on edge as long as possible. Think we can do this?”

Good thing we have a fenced in yard. We find a spot where she will comfortable but exposed to the sun for hours.

I take four stakes and place them very far apart so I can stretch her tightly. She spreads her arms and legs out and I tie her wrists and ankles pulling them far apart. Her muscles strain against her bonds.

“Andy did you know in ancient times they used to torture captives like this?”

“Yeah. They also used to sometimes let their victims be eaten alive by fire ants. I think I see one…”

“Ohmigod! Fuck! You better be joking Andy.”

“I am baby. Besides I want you all for myself.”

“The sun’s really bright.”

“Well I could blindfold you.”

“No. I want to watch what you do to me” Kirsten says lifting up her head.

“Do you think my sunglasses would be OK?”

“Yeah. Just don’t stare directly at the sun.”

“And I want you to gag me.”

“Are you sure? I mean this is potentially dangerous.”

“Yeah. I’m sure. We’ll just use our ‘safe signals.’ Besides by now I trust you completely.”

Taking my time, I cover Kirsten’s body with very high SPF lotion. Mixing with her sweat, it looks so sexy. God what a body she has. I take one of our largest black rubber cocks and tying it to the end of a long stick, work it into her ass. She moans as it hits just the right spot. She’s really hard now and I can see the pre-cum is flowing.

I tighten her bonds some more, then carefully tie her hard cock to another stake driven between her legs. I wrap the rope tightly around her balls separating them and then up the shaft. Her body is totally immobilized now. She throws her head back and tries to pull herself free. No luck. She’s not going anywhere. I look for the safe signal just in case. Nope, she’s loving this.

I begin by playing with her now very hard nipples. All she can do is writhe and moan. The hot sun beats down on her lovely body. She is totally my prisoner. Licking and biting them, slowly I work my way down her body. Her abs are so well defined. When I reach her cock I gently stroke it and lick the tip. Enough to drive her wild but not enough to cum.

Continuing, I work my way down each gorgeous leg all the way to her beautiful feet. We’ve never really been into tickling but I can’t resist. I can hear a scream through her gag as she jerks her body so hard I thought she might pull the stakes out. Again I look for the “safe signal.” Still none.

It’s been just over two hours. She seems fine but I decide to see if she’s thirsty. Undoing her gag I let her drink from a water bottle. She looks up at me and we kiss. I ask her if she’s OK. She nods yes.

Replacing her gag I go to work on tormenting her cock. Since she is so well bound and has a rubber cock up her ass we can’t really fuck but that wasn’t the idea this time.

I begin to suck and tease her luscious cock unmercifully. Like the rest of her body, I put sunscreen on it too. Mixed with her pre-cum it makes a great lubricant. And not having cum for a few days she is SO sensitive. Of course I take my time as I can feel her getting closer and closer.

Sometimes I stop for a while. This drives her crazy and she does her best to rub her cock against the stake so she can cum. But I’ve tied her too tightly. All it does is make her more frustrated. She flips me off. But that wasn’t the “safe signal.” And it’s a good thing she’s gagged. Those screams would get the entire Zionsville Police Department out here.

After an hour or so of this “torture” I start using slow steady strokes. Her body tenses and she looks like she’s gone into the “zone.” I know if won’t be long now.

Kneeling over her between her legs I continue to stroke her and also jack off myself. As she comes she arches her back as her arms and legs go taught and she shoots her load straight up. I come all over her body and our orgasms seem to go on and on and on. Licking all the cum and sweat and lotion off her body, afterward, I lay next to her on the grass. Gently I remove her gag and stroke her hair which is now all sweaty and matted. Brushing it out of her face I kiss her and say, “I love you Kirsten.”

“I love you too Andy.”

Cutting her loose with a knife and untying her cock, I remove the dildo from her ass and she manages to sit up. We don’t need to say anything. We both know how awesome it was. We just look at each other and laugh.

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Its early November. Having hunted most of my life I’m am an experienced outdoorsman. I love mountain climbing and have traveled through the Arctic by dogsled. Since yesterday, there is a trophy buck I’ve been stalking just waiting for my chance. He is proving to be quite elusive. I do not kill for fun. My family and friends have always eaten the meat from the animals I hunt. I am a very good shot and all ever it takes is just one.

My usual hunting rifle is a semi-automatic .308 Winchester. As a sidearm I always carry a Smith and Wesson Model 29 .44 Magnum loaded with 240 grain hollow points. Finally I carry a hunting knife with a 12” blade. I am well prepared for just about anything.

However today I have a strange feeling... That something is hunting me… I can’t see it but I can feel its presence. This part of our state is known for having a wolf population and many are known to be extremely vicious, large, and powerful. They are coal black and blend in with the shadows. And they have been known to attack and kill humans. Legend has it that they are supernatural and cannot be detected until it is too late. Some claim they kill for the fun of it. That they are actually evil spirits. My weapons could probably stop one dead in its tracks but not if he were to get the drop on me first through the element of surprise.

I see the trophy buck ahead in a clearing. A perfect opportunity. Just one shot. As I carefully aim my .308 I am about to pull the trigger when I hear a loud snarl then a bloodcurdling scream then total silence. Briefly I could feel its teeth and claws upon me. Turning around I'm stunned to see this incredibly beautiful girl holding a large black wolf's head with a bloody axe slung over her shoulder.

“You need to be more careful in these parts, big guy” she says smiling. “He almost got you.”

“Thanks” I say. The buck has long since run off but now I am more intrigued with my new friend and person who just saved my life. “What’s your name?”

“You can call me Ryder.”

“My name’s Andy. I often come up here to hunt. I’ve heard of these wolves before. So I guess the stories are true?”

"They are. I grew up around these parts. My family was wealthy and moved up here when I was very young. We had a huge cabin constructed. I still live there. I have had training with just about every kind of weapon and style of martial-art since I was a little kid. My parents sent to the best private schools. Until the day I came home for spring break to find my entire family had been brutally murdered. It was horrible. The police couldn’t do anything. Said it was an “animal attack.” Probably large wolves. Suddenly I didn’t have a family anymore. Everyone I loved was gone. Fortunately a friendly pack of smaller grey wolves “adopted” me and looked after me. I fed them and cared for them and they protected me like I was one of their own. I learned their ways and vowed that one day I would get my revenge.”

Ryder is wearing a bright red cape and hood, a leather bustier, panties, and thigh boots. I’d say she’s at least 6’ tall, slender yet strong and muscular. Very beautiful. She looks like a highly trained athlete. Obviously if she can track and kill one of those large wolves she’s got some serious skills.

“Andy, it looks like he might have bitten you and clawed you before I got him. Sorry. I should have moved on him sooner. Why don’t you come back to my place and let me take a look?”

Ryder leads the way back to her place. I know every part of this territory yet she is taking me places I didn’t even know existed. Normally I’d be wary but she just saved my life and I sense we might sort of like each other a little. I get the feeling she hasn’t had a lot of contact with the outside world. Maybe I can help her with that?

After looking me over, Ryder treats my wounds and gives me a potion to drink. It turns out she was studying Chemistry and Engineering when her family was killed. She also knows about modern medicine; her older sister was a doctor but sadly was also killed in the wolf attack. I couldn’t help but notice that Ryder’s short outfit concealed a nice little bulge in the crotch area. I said nothing. Seeing this she adds that when she was little she “knew she was a girl” in the wrong body. Her mom and dad were both very open minded and raised her as female. Letting her be herself. She asked me if that “made sense.” I said it did.

After fixing me up, she starts a fire in the fireplace, makes us drinks, and we both settle down into very comfortable chairs made of logs and down cushions. It’s warm and feels good. It’s gotten very cold out. We talk for what seems like hours. Ryder asks me a lot of questions about what the “real world” is like. Then asks me about my family. I tell her that my wife had been killed in an auto accident several years ago. That I had played sports and worked out my entire life and had learned to shoot from my dad who had served in the Marines in Vietnam.

“I’m sorry to hear that about your wife” she says. “So I guess that makes both of us sort of loners.” She downs the rest of her drink. Giggling she asks me if I want another. We talk some more and it’s obvious we really like each other. Ryder asks me if I would like to sit closer to the fire together on the couch.

We share another drink and without thinking I put my arm around her. She smiles and snuggles closer to me. She pulls her legs up. They are long and muscular and gorgeous. It also looks like her bulge has gotten bigger. I know mine has.

I guess I’m not surprised when she looks at me and says “Andy. I need to tell you something before we go any farther. I’ve never been with anyone before. I’m not really sure what to do.”

She looks me in the eyes. God they are beautiful. Light blue, and the fire is reflected in them making them even more sexy. Without saying anything I kiss her gently on the lips. She responds by kissing me back then opening her mouth slightly. We kiss like this for a while then I put my hand on her thigh. She doesn’t stop me.

The kissing and making out continues for a while. As I move my hand higher up her thigh she parts her legs slightly as if to say “go ahead.” At the same time she is running her hands all over my chest and shoulders. Then as I slowly stroke her cock she starts to do the same with mine. She’s a little awkward but it feels great. She’s a fast learner.

I lean forward taking her beautiful cock into my mouth and begin to suck, lick, and tease it. It is about 7” cut and very hard. Instinctively she lays back on the couch and spreads her legs. As I go to work on her she moans, sighs, pleads, and screams, grabbing hold of the cushions. I insert a finger into her ass and gently massage her prostate. She says, “Oh my GOD!” then giggling she says “Andy I want you to fuck me. I don’t even know exactly what that is. But you can do anything you want…”

We shift a little bit so I can penetrate her. She is really tight. But we take our time. Gently and slowly. Gradually I’m inside her. She gasps. Then says “God, I never have felt anything like that before.” I begin to fuck her while at the same time jacking her off. It’s not long before we both cum. Me shooting my warm load into her. And her cumming all over herself, me, the couch, the floor, everything. I lick every bit off her cock and body.

We lay there together cuddling under a blanket. The warm fire feels great and we talk about how we are going to make this work. I tell her about my home in Zionsville. She agrees that we can stay most of the time at my place using her cabin as a “getaway.” She’s never even driven a car. But I promised I’d teach her. She’s still very wealthy from her inheritance and I am very successful in business. We’ll never have to live like outcasts and we will be sure to care for her adoptive wolf “family” and she is certain they will accept me as they did her.

Ryder is not like any girl I’ve ever known and I don’t think I’d want it any other way.

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I first saw her while shopping at the local Kroger’s off Washington Street (Bad part of town in Indianapolis. Nothing but prostitutes, robberies, murders, and drug deals). Daangerous but good place to go if you wanna get laid. Or busted... About 3 AM. It was in the vegetable isle. The only things in my cart were a bottle of Jack and a carton of Marlboros.

She had a shaved head and was covered with tattoos. Her tits were practically hanging out of her tank top and I could see the outline of her huge cock through her very tight cutoff jeans. I said “Hi.”

She shot back “get the fuck outta my way dickhead!”

Dejectedly I moved on. I have to admit I’ve never had too much luck with women. At 5’2” and over 300 lbs with a micropenis, it’s difficult, especially at my age.

Seeing that something had fallen out of her cart. I picked it up off the dirty floor, it was a cucumber, “hey you dropped something.”

“Keep it asshole, you look like you could use it more than me” she said.

After checking out, I thought “well guess it’s back home to jack off to t-girl porn again.” Unless I can pick up someone on the way home. I did drive my brown ’75 Pinto after all. You never know.

(To be continued…)

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Continued from above...

We go throught the checkout line. Out in the parking lot, my new friend says “Hey aren’t you the guy from TLB? I thought you lived around Indianapolis. I’ve always enjoyed your posts. I guess you really are 5’2" and fat after all. Actually I think that’s hot. Anyone can be tall and muscular. And I like older guys lots more. I’m 48. You must be at least 60. You look so much older than that picture on your WordPress site. And what a car! I’ve always loved Ford Pintos. By the way why do you have that ZR-1 in your avatar?

“It’s just to impress others. I figured that if the beautiful t-girls who visit the site thought I really drove a car like that they might want to go out with me” I say somewhat embarrassed. “And I never played football either in fact I was kicked off my pee wee team for smoking weed when I was 7.”

"Well I like it. And brown too. With rust. Sharp. They don’t make’ em like that anymore. I like the Purdue Boilermakers logo on the window. Did you go there?"

"No. A fifth grade dropout couldn't get into a school like that. Much less play football as small as I was. I was a groundskeeper and used to paint the white lines on the field before games. I got fired after the cheerleaders complained that I was staring at them."

"That's too bad. Stupid bitches. You know you’re sort of cute. Maybe you could stop by my place later for a drink?"

“OK. My name’s Andy.”

“I’m Rhonda. Nice to meet you.”

We load up the Pinto with her groceries and head over to her apartment. Stepping over all the drug addicts and drunks passed out in the hallway we are confronted by two teenagers with knives. Rhonda pulls out a .357 Magnum revolver and says “Go ahead make my day, fuckface.” The kids take off running.

When we get inside Rhonda pours us each a drink. Jack Daniels on the rocks. We sit down on her sofa and watch gay porn together. Pretty soon we are both hard. She unzips my pants. “Christ, you weren’t kidding it really IS small. But its so cute and hard too.” She begins to suck it then she pushes me back onto the couch and sits on my face. Her cock is huge! At least as big as Angeles Cid’s. She says “I don’t know if you could fuck anyone with that cute lil cock but I bet you can suck?”

Ramming her huge cock down my throat I gag at first then begin to suck. I’ve never sucked a cock before. I kind of like it. Rhonda begins to moan, her large body pinning me to the couch. It doesn’t take long before she cums all over my face.

Sitting up she says “Why don’t you jack off for me baby? I love for guys to beat off over me. I feel like such a slut. You like sluts don’t you?”

She sits on the couch with her legs spread and plays with her tits and cock while I rub my little cock until I shoot my load. She giggles and says “That was awesome Andy.”

It’s been fun but I tell her I better be getting home. “Where’s that?” “Oh, I live over on Warman Avenue.”

She says “Your profile says Zionsville. That’s where all the rich people live.”

“No that was just bullshit as well. I rent a duplex. About $550/mo. My welfare check barely covers it. Maybe you can come and visit me sometime?”

As I climb into my Pinto, Rhonda says “See you around little guy.”

On the way home I think about asking her to move in with me.

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Was searching the Internet today for stuff about this site and found this. I had forgotten all about it. '75 Pinto...

Originally Posted by a9127

I first saw her while shopping at the local Kroger’s off Washington Street (Bad part of town in Indianapolis. Nothing but prostitutes, robberies, murders, and drug deals). Daangerous but good place to go if you wanna get laid. Or busted... About 3 AM. It was in the vegetable isle. The only things in my cart were a bottle of Jack and a carton of Marlboros.

She had a shaved head and was covered with tattoos. Her tits were practically hanging out of her tank top and I could see the outline of her huge cock through her very tight cutoff jeans. I said “Hi.”

She shot back “get the fuck outta my way dickhead!”

Dejectedly I moved on. I have to admit I’ve never had too much luck with women. At 5’2” and over 300 lbs with a micropenis, it’s difficult, especially at my age.

Seeing that something had fallen out of her cart. I picked it up off the dirty floor, it was a cucumber, “hey you dropped something.”

“Keep it asshole, you look like you could use it more than me” she said.

After checking out, I thought “well guess it’s back home to jack off to t-girl porn again.” Unless I can pick up someone on the way home. I did drive my brown ’75 Pinto after all. You never know.

(To be continued…)

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