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Fernwalker's Cock Vore stories

Postby fernwalker » Sun Jun 03, 2018 8:13 am

These are some of my Cockvore stories that Devient Art have started to delete. Hopefully they will be new to some people and at least they are less likely to vanish if I leave a copy here.

Cock Vore Addiction

Sitting on the side of the pool I watched the empty swimming costumes sink to the bottom. The once clear water was now murky, the result of my uncontrollable ejaculations. I had thought it would have been much more enjoyable when I'd been anticipating cock-voring the College swim team. Turning my back on the now lifeless water I returned to the changing room. My lunch break was nearly over and I had to get back to work. It was so frustrating. It was like liking on a diet of rice crackers being surrounded by bland tasting College girls. I needed something to change.

They say the first step is to admit that you have a problem. That was what my sponsor had told me.
It was impossible to overcome your addiction unless you could admit to yourself that you had one.

My father had insisted I get some help when he made the connection between the vanishing local women and me. Well he had only been suggesting it until half of my sisters scout troop went 'missing'. Now I have to do to Addicts Anonymous. There aren't enough people like me to have our own group around here so I go to a group with a mix of junkies, kleptomaniacs and sex-addicts. Pretty normal for a small city like ours.

Looking back I suppose that I've had this addiction since high school.
At first I hadn't even realised that I had a problem you see. I just thought it was some freakish talent, or a mutation like Spiderman or The Hulk.

Like most guys my age I was interested in sex, or at least the idea of sex. In fact when I heard that quote about guys thinking of sex every minute I just couldn't believe it. In my experience I could barely go a few seconds without thinking about sex.

Almost anything could set me off back then but I only realised the extent of my problem when Samantha followed me home. Now there had been lots of girls at my school. In fact I was one of the few guys as until only a few years before only girls had been allowed. But now guys could also attend if their parents could pay the fees and my parents had been happy to write a cheque to ease any parental guilt about their long work hours.

So I'd got to mix with the academic elite. I was surrounded by girls smarter than I was who were focused on their studies and destined for great things. This was just the environment my parents thought I needed in order to kick my slacker habits.

At class I had tried to stay to the back where I'd hoped to remain unnoticed. Unfortunately my obsession with sex, especially when surrounded by sexy teachers and frustrated co-eds, meant I was hiding a painful boner by the end of most classes and needed to spend most breaks relieving the tension in the boys bathroom.

Despite my fervent wishes that no one noticed my boner, these prayers had gone unanswered. Usually this led to the usual pointing and giggling in the halls but some girls also seemed to obsess about sex. Now I'm talking about the slutty girls that could be found in any High School in the land. Samantha certainly hadn't been like them.

Samantha behaved like a model student which was why she was the President of the Student Council and why it was her picture on the School's prospectus that was sent to wealthy parents who were thinking about entrusting their children to the Academy.

So when Samantha propped her bicycle my house I had been unsure what she wanted. I'd only just gotten home myself and was taking the opportunity to jerk off some of my tension behind the pool house. That was where Samantha found me.

Now I know that I'm not the most sensitive guy but having a pretty girl find you wringing the turkey was embarrassing. In fact it could have been humiliating if Samantha had said anything. But unlike how girls reacted in my nightmares Samantha didn't scream or run away. She didn't even laugh at me.

Samantha had a pretty face and a wide smile as she licked her lips. Stepping towards me I found myself frozen in mid stroke. I felt no urge to hide, which would have been useless anyway. I just watched as she stepped close and took my cock in her hand. This was an incredible feeling, much better than when I'd crept down to the kitchen one night and fucked the Thanksgiving turkey.

Samantha held by cock firmly and in response I grew. I didn't dare speak or move in case Samantha stopped. But I needn't have worried. Still holding my throbbing cock she knelt down before me, unconcerned about staining her stockings on the damp earth by the pool.

It may be hard to believe now but back then the idea of a beautiful girl touching my cock was too unbelievable for me to even imagine. So when it really happened I literally couldn't think.

Despite all the boasting with the guys my actual experience with women was a big fat zero. I had no experience and the porn videos I'd downloaded proved useless when it came to sex-ed. So when by cock started to grow massively in Samantha's hands I naturally assumed that I must have one of those 18” cocks guys boast about having online.

Whether Samantha had ever seen one before I don't know as she was struggling to maintain control. I felt I needed more and with her mouth so close to the tip I tried to imagine what it would be like if she actually blew me.

Well my cock is a much quicker thinker than my brain and with her crouching over me it took advantage of her tie that swung too close. In a moment the cloth was sucked down, jerking Samantha off balance so she fell onto my swollen cock. With a slurp her head and shoulders were swallowed, pausing only momentarily as my cock-head strained at her breasts. It all happened too fast for me to notice at the time but rather than suck the girl in my cock was actually expanding to engulf her. As her knees disappeared from view my cock was nearly four feet long and stretched over Samantha like a second skin.

It was only when her shoes disappeared that the pressure became almost unbearable and in a flash Samantha seemed to flow into my balls. Suddenly I had testicles like some internet medical freak. The shock and overwhelming pleasure was way too much and in an instant Samantha was converted to hot cum that exploded across the yard as my cock returned to 'normal'.

I collapsed in shock. I just knew that this had not been just sex. There was no way all that porn could be so wrong. Besides. My favourite flicks show guys shooting cum onto girls breasts, not actually turning a girl into cum and squirting her out like a fire hose. Looking around I recognised Samantha's soaked uniform sliding down the fence. Her bra and panties were in my mother's rose bushes and her shoes were floating in the pool. Of Samantha, or the cum she had become, there was just a stain soaking into the ground.

When I tell my mentor about cock-voring girls he wants me to think about the harm I am doing to other people. If I could just concentrate on the damage I am doing he thinks I will stop. Well to tell the truth I didn't give any thought to what it had meant to turn Samantha from smart and confident young woman cum that I sprayed across the yard. Whatever her hopes, dreams and ambitions might have been had become irrelevant in the face of my cock's hunger.

Although he still hopes I will empathise with the women around me I feel he's overestimating me.

It's not working as the only thing I think about when I convert and ejaculate a woman is when I'll be able to do it again.

But to keep him happy I test my restraint. He hopes I will learn to control my urges so I hope he isn't too disappointed at my repeated failures. That is why I probably won't tell him that my self control had failed again, resulting in the loss of the Colleges female swim-team.
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Re: Fernwalker's Cock Vore stories

Postby Kooshmeister » Mon Jun 04, 2018 4:15 pm

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Cock Vore Addiction2: Carpe diem

Postby fernwalker » Sun Jun 10, 2018 5:42 am

Another of my CV stories. I tried posting them all at once but there appears to be a block on my doing multiple posts at once.

Will try and do them one at a time for now.

Cock Vore Addiction2: Carpe diem


Laying on the psychiatrists couch I thought about when this all started. Not when I first sucked a girl into my cock but when I started to realise that I might have a problem.

Now my first psychiatrist hadn't believed what I had told her. She said that I was having wish-fulfilment fantasies. Well how can you respond to something like that.

Now she probably had reason to doubt what I was telling her as being the counsellor for the Academy she probably had to sit through countless girls going on about their fantasies. But I wasn't talking about a lust for daddy or some girlish pash. I had real issues with consuming girls.

Well not with the consumption of them of course as my cock clearly had no issues when it came to turning a girl into a few gallons of cum. No it was whether it was the right thing to do that was bothering me. I had talked to the Chaplin but he wasn't any help. I couldn't even mention touching my own cock without him getting all upset and giving me prayers to recite.

I'd even offered to demonstrate my talent but he mistakenly thought I was trying to temp him in some way and told me to return to class.

Well I was so irritated by his attitude that when I bumped into Miss Underwood, the school catechism instructor I couldn't help myself and showed her what I could do.

Now Miss Underwood had always been strict with us and she always found fault no matter how hard we studied, but the sight of my cock had it's usual effect on the female mind.

Miss Underwood pulled me into the Baptistery where spare hymnals were stored. This is obviously a rarely used room as you would hardly expect the good girls who studied here to have need of the baptismal font. This room was a relic from when the chapel served the laird of the manor but Miss Underwood was clearly intending to make use of it as she fell to her knees.

The sight of a beautiful woman kneeling at my feet had it's usual affect and my cock growled with hunger as is reached out for her. Miss Underwood hadn't even hesitated as it engulfed her head and shoulders and in seconds she was sucked into my balls.

Back then I was still inexperienced when it came to churning a grown woman into sticky cum. It was true that I'd been cutting a swathe through the neigbourhood girls and even my sisters were starting to notice that many of their friends seemed to have gone away. But few of my previous cock-snacks had the curves of Miss Underwood.

Rubbing Miss Underwood's breasts as they were squeezed down my shaft was nearly enough to shoot the woman back up but my balls were too hungry for that. No, Miss Underwood was swallowed up and digested just like the girls I usually consumed.

Now if the Chaplin had seen this then maybe he would have believed me and he could have given me some guidence but instead I was left to find my own way. That's one of the reasons I blame the Church for my inability to control my predatory cock.

But once my balls settled down it was time to beat the meat once more so after shooting my load and filling the font with the gism that had formerly been Miss Underwood, I had returned to class to ponder my difficulties.

I had to decide whether it was a sin to devour women with my cock or whether by following my pashions I was only serving God's will. Not an easy question for a teenager to answer really and later when I sought psychological advice it had proved as little help as the spiritual advice the Chaplin had failed to provide.

Thinking of Miss Underwood, particualrly the feel of her rosaries as I'd ejaculated them, led me inevitably to think of other women that I'd digested.

I was casually stroking my cock that still dripped with the residue from the sophmore with ADHD who had the appointment after mine when I heard the sound of the next patient arriving. A glance at the screen showed it to be another eating disorder. It seemed that this had been a speciality of the psychiatrist and I couldn't help but smile at the twist of fate that had led me here.

Now I really don't know what the girl had been expecting but the sight of me in the Doctor's chair gave her pause, but when she saw my cock I could see that all rational thought had left her. The old one-eyed snake worked it's charms like it always did and the girl came to me.

Now this girl, Allison according to the name on the appointment calendar, went to a prep-school on the other side of town. A different uniform to the girls I went to school with but I knew from experience that she would be just as satisfying to my cock.

I stood up to let my balls hang free and incidently gave the girl her first good look at them. Now some of the girls I'd consumed had never actually seen a penis outside of a medical text book but from the way Allison was licking her lips it was clear that she had some experience. Or maybe she was actually a 'good girl' with a good imagination. Either way she went down on her knees like so many before her.

For me a girl is all about filling my cock but I know some guys just fantasise about tits. For them I should probably describe some weired-ass scene where she dances around like a stripper as she undresses. But this isn't some tawdry work of jerk-off fiction.

I didn't waste any time with taking off her uniform as that didn't matter to my cock, it just wanted to suck her up and turn her into cum.

Allison dropped the cute school hat she'd been carrying and ran her hands up my shaft. No fumbling with this one and flicking her hair back she kissed the tip of my cock, not caring for the pre-cum that dripped onto her blouse.

For the tit obsessed I should mention that the pre-cum spurting onto her blouse showed her breasts underneath like some sort of wet-T-shirt contest.

But by then the girl was rubbing her face against the hungry slit that quickly expanded to suck her within.

Allison didn't have any curves to speak of and slipped into my balls with no difficulty. Just another round of masturbatory pleasure and the girl's troubles were over. Her eating disorder cured by my hungry cock that ejaculated her empty uniform against the wall along with another couple of gallons of cum.

I suppose I was learning things about myself from the analysis session.

I learned that I didn't consider cock-voring people a sin, if indeed I believed in sin at all.

The thought of consuming other thinking beings should probably have been troubling but hey, I'm a teenager.

What do I care about reducing people to cum. I'm not some brainiac who worries that the person they consume might have been the one to cure cancer.

More likely they would have done nothing better with their lives so any potential value their future might have held counted for nothing compared to the orgasms I got when I shot my load.

Yes I was satisfied with myself.

No more self doubts to worry and confuse me, I would make full use of my natural talents and not trouble myself with the ethics of cock-voring other people.

Carpe diem as my latin mistress used to say before I cock-vored her. Seize the day because tomorrow you might not get the chance to cock-vore a hot chick.
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Nina & my Brother

Postby fernwalker » Sun Jun 10, 2018 5:44 am

Seeing if I can post twice in a day.

Nina & my Brother


Being not much older than the pupils I'd been confident that I could reach the girls where some of the older teachers couldn't. I felt that they would relate to me as a big sister rather than an authoritarian parent.

Well that had been my plan but in my classroom I found my brother, his trousers around his ankles and his balls swollen by the woman he had cock-vored.

“Hi sis, thought I'd drop in to see how your new job was going.” Now seeing my brother's balls in this state was hardly new but this was where I worked. What would people say if they saw . . . and then I realised that Esther had been following me. She was the girl who'd been having issues but whatever they were they hadn't involved a giant girl swallowing penis.

Well that probably showed my lack of teaching experience. Seems that all the girls knew about my brother's cock as Esther greeted him by name before kneeling at his feet where she caressed the softening shape of the woman he had swallowed.

“Who is it?” Esther looks between me and my brother. Well my brother hadn't bothered with introductions before he vored her and by now his balls had shrunk to a tight, pressurised sack.

“Esther, you'll want to stand back . .” I recognised the signs of my brother getting ready to shoot his load and I certainly didn't want to explain to the other teachers why I was covered in cum. Well when Esther realised what was about to happen she stepped forward, making sure he couldn't miss when he ejaculated.

Gallons and gallons of cum that hit Esther in the chest like a fire hose, knocking her on her back but my brother kept up the flow until she was dripping in cum from head to toe. There was no question of her going back to class in her cum soaked uniform and only a month into my teacher training placement I thought I was about to be fired.

“Oh god, that was so hot.” Esther wiped the cum from her eyes and sitting up demanded that my brother cock-vore her as well. It was the thought of my student being reduced to a bundle of soiled clothes in a pool of cum that brought my attention to the rags at his feet. The sodden remains of Ms Bank's skirt suit. It looked like I wouldn't have to explain myself to her anyway and as Esther's face was guided into the hungry cock I realised that I wouldn't have to explain about her messy uniform either.

Watching my brother's cock slide over Esther's shoulders I thought of what it would be like. I thought how Nina's skin would feel as she was sucked up his cock. Digestive cum that would soak through her blouse, onto her free hanging breasts. Definitely she shouldn't wear a bra for her trip into my brother's balls.

Now Esther had been younger and less developed than Nina but then so had Ms Banks. Fortunately my brother's balls had no trouble stretching to accommodate a meal and Esther had been rapidly reduced to puddle of cum.

Quickly binning the sodden remains of Esther's and Ms Bank's clothes I managed to convince the janitor that there'd been a spill which he quickly cleaned up. Of course with my brother's frequent visits the janitor found he was cleaning up a lot of spills that semester.

Now I don't know whether it was natural teaching talent on my part or just the fact that the Principle was grateful to have a female teacher who didn't disappear between lessons but he gave me an exceptional recommendation that led to my short career as a qualified teacher.

But I couldn't spend all day reminiscing about the past. My brother would be home soon and I wanted Nina to be ready for him.

I explain to Nina just what it was like to see my friends fall under his spell, how the initial mystery led to horror, curiosity, desire and then rejection. Well Nina doesn’t need to know how that led to here.

With my blouse on I adjust Nina's school tie. I've lost count of how often I've found ties, cravats, bows and ribbons in the pools of cum he reduced pupils to and the thought of Nina sharing their fate makes me moist. Fortunately there was no question of Nina wearing panties as I'd seen on many occasions that an exposed cunt got much more pleasure being consumed by my brother's cock than those unfortunate enough to be wearing slacks.

So Nina would have my shortest work skirt and be going commando. Just what my brother preferred and so much more pleasurable for Nina.

Nina straightens her uniform, her self-consciousness disappearing as she remembers what it is like to be a high school girl again. When I was her age I was confident, surrounded by my friends and sure that I would conquer the world. But then I saw my best friends fall for my brother.

Maybe I was too close to him or it could have been just natural that I never saw my brother the same way other did. It's not that I'm not into boys or anything like that because when everyone started talking about them then I joined in. I tried having conversations with the boys at school just like girls do in the movies but unlike those fictional boys all the ones I knew were jerks.

One time my then best friend Fiona suggested a double date with a guy she knew from her church. That was probably the first time that I had been used by a girlfriend wanting to get close to my brother.

As dates had gone it had been a bit of a disaster and with hindsight I should have realised that going on a double date that included my brother was a crazy idea. Now my date, and I can't even remember his name now, well he had been so nervous that he could hardly speak to me. At the time I assumed he was just uncomfortable trying to chat me up with my brother sat next to him but now I realise that even other boys were somehow aware of his 'ability'. Whatever the reason it was clear that my date wasn't going anywhere and at the end of the night we parted company.

Now for the date I'd dressed up and Fiona had done the same but when I next saw her she was chatting to my brother after school. She said that she had come by to bring me some class notes but it was clear that I wasn't wanted. I'd gone up to my room, in a bit of a sulk if truth be told, and that was the last I ever saw of my best friend.

I didn't realise it at the time but this became a bit of a pattern with my friends and me. It seemed that the girls who I had always hung around with started to show more interest in my brother than in our friendship.

Now I'd read about this on my favourite relationship blog where the 'agony aunt' said that it was typical of girls when they reach the age to notice boys. A phase apparently but unlike the stories that I'd read about my friend's seemed to vanish. Not that anyone seemed to care and I myself was distracted as it seemed that most the girls in the neighbourhood wanted to be my friend now.

But of course that doesn’t explain Nina, well actually, in a way, it does. See Nina will be someone that my brother hasn't had the opportunity to seduce before. Her clothes, at least her school blazer anyway, did belong to a girl he seduced, which is why her school tie still has the scent of the cum she was turned into when he was finished with her. This is a fate that awaits Nina and like all the girls before her she will enjoy the ultimate experience.

Looking at the clock I see that my brother should be home soon. I hope he hasn't had a snack on the way back but even if he has I'm sure the sight of Nina waiting for him will whet his appetite.

It is strange to think of my reaction when I first saw my brother cock-vore a girl. I probably over-reacted a bit, at least that was what Jenny and Sarah said at the time but it seems that I was one of the last girls in the school to realise what was going on.

It had been a Saturday when we had been messing around in the clothes shops down-town. We would probably only have bought a hair scrunchy or such but it was fun to try on stuff we couldn't afford. It was Sarah how had spotted my brother following one of the salesgirls into a changing room.

Now there was obviously something odd going on because this place didn't sell guys clothes so when my girl-friends suggested we spy on them I assumed we would catch my brother making out with the older girl. Well what we found came as a shock to me but rather than be horrified Jenny and Sarah squealed with excitement as the long legged redhead was slurped up by my brother's cock.

Sounds silly now but back then I was convinced that it was impossible for a boy to suck a grown woman into his balls. It was probably my foolish naivete but I somehow didn't believe what I was seeing but even then I thought it was so hot. The long legged sales girl looked just like the fashionable manikins used to display the clothes but from the way she moaned as her toned belly was consumed there could be no doubt that this girl was enjoying herself.

I felt myself becoming moist at the sight of the girl's breasts being sucked into the hungry tip of my brothers cock and embarrassed I looked away, see the equally embarrassing sight of Jenny and Sarah making out as they watched the sales girl being consumed.

I didn't know what to think but when he ejaculated gallons of cum against the wall it suddenly dawned on me what had caused those odd pools of gunk that had been appearing all around the neighbourhood. It was only later that I made the further connection to my missing friends.

The memory of watching that girl get reduced to hot, sticky cum stuck in my mind because it was a first but she wasn't who I dreamed of at night. In fact compared to what I'd seen my brother do she was unimportant apart from being my first.

I found a pair of school style shoes for Nina under my bed and considered her legs. Knee high socks or stockings? The stocking were more my thing when it came to what I would normally wear for work but then again the knee socks were more suitable for the uniform Nina would be wearing. Added to that was that she would experience more skin contact with my brother's cock as it ate her with the knee high socks. That settled it. Luckily I still had some old socks at the back of a drawer to complete Nina's uniform.

In the mirror Nina examined herself, clearly pleased that she looked just like all those other girls that had fed themselves to my brother's cock.

I waited in my room, torn between the sight of Nina in the looking glass and the sound of my brother downstairs. He hadn't been alone for the sound of heels on the wooden floors were a clear sign that he'd brought a woman back but by the time I crept to the top of the stairs I could see that my brother was almost alone again.

I say almost because the woman who was wearing the designer heels was already on her knees, pressing herself against my brother's growing cock. Despite having seen this sight so frequently it was the knowledge of what I had planned that made it so exciting.

Of the woman herself, well there really wasn't much to say. Her business attire consisting of a tight skirt and a white blouse that she had torn open to expose her eager breasts to his pre-cum. The woman was probably my size and build although clearly a few years older. In fact she was probably what my future held if my brother saw through Nina too soon.

She was guiding the bubbling cum from by brother's hungry cock and coating her exposed flesh. Her skin glistened like a well oiled wrestler and as I crept closer by brother gathered up her long, honey blonde hair and fed it into his cock. With a sudden gulp her head was swallowed up and before she might even think of resisting both her shoulders were engulfed and had already been swallowed up to her waist by his cock. She was wearing a skirt even shorter than Nina's and like my school girl her pussy was bare and dripping with pleasure.

Easing in a finger my legs quivered at the thought of being in the woman's place. With a whimper I came, so desperate for Nina to be consumed as my brother was cock-voring this stranger.

Creeping down the stairs I stood watching from the kitchen as my brother's cock crested the woman's buttocks, consigning her to his balls. Lost in my own masturbatory haze I didn't realise that my presence was known but then I didn't even know that I now knelt at my brother's feet.

To my brother, Nina would be just another cock-snack but for me this was the achievement of a life-time.

Caressing my brother's balls I felt the hard shape of the digesting woman's skull soften. That was where I wanted to be but if I was discovered then I would be rejected.

Looking past the churning scrotum I saw my brother staring back at me, probably admiring my breasts that were being revealed as his dripping cum soaked into my blouse. He had that predatory look that both excited and frightened me when I saw him cock-voring women and turning away as if to lick his sticky shaft I realised that I was almost there. My brother looked at me and only saw the breasts of Nina, a girl he was going to turn into a sticky pool of jism.

The very thought was making me cum as I embraced his cock, feeling the tempo of the girl's digestion increase until with an obscene roar he let loose a jet of cum against the garage wall. The back-splash soiled my blazer which I discarded, letting it fall into the river of cum that was flowing towards the drain. I had worked so hard for this and now I was only moments away from being consumed. Any thought of revealing myself and suffering rejection from my brother had gone. I simply couldn't bare the thought of having to continue my mundane existence while all the women around me got to experience the ecstasy of being cock-vored.

As the woman's clothes fell at my feet I recognised the cum soaked remains of the business woman. It was the 'uniform' of those saleswomen in the Mall who tried to get you to upgrade your cable package. Well it looked like she had made her last sales pitch and from the growing stiffness of my brother's cock I knew that he was almost ready for another cock-snack.

“Are you in the garage? “ It was the sound of my father returning the garbage cans.

“Hello, you better hurry up with that one as your sister will be here soon.” I hid my face by ducking under the dripping mouth of my brother's cock, unsure whether my father would see through Nina's disguise. Fortunately the sight of my bare cunt distracted him as putting the garbage cans down he undid his pants.

The thought of being fucked by my own father was too much and I just knew that he'd recognise my voice when I came. I was in a panic but it was fortunate that my brother's cock dipped down and engulfed my head. Feeling hot sticky cum soaking into my hair I let out a healthy (but very muffled) orgasmic cry and was rewarded by a mouth full of cum. This was it.

Pushing my hands into the hungry orifice I felt the meaty urethra grab hold, sucking on my arms as I felt my father grab my legs. He spread my legs, lifting me off the wet garage floor as he thrust into my eager cunt. I had witnessed my father and brother do this to my cousins, teacher, pupils and even my lovers, but now it was me. Not that they realised it as to them Nina was just another fuck toy destined for destruction in my brother's balls.

I couldn't contain myself any longer as with practised brutality I was going to be fucked by my father. I'd known that ever since my brother had cock-vored our mother that dad had taken his pleasure from the women his son consumed, but I'd never dreamed that I would have this opportunity to be taken by both the men in my life at the same time.

My brother had a head start on me and as my shoulders were devoured my father hooked my knees over his shoulders, bending my at the waist to prevent my brother from finishing his cock-snack before dad finished with me. Pushing my plaid skirt aside he stroked the wet cleft between my blonde snatch and virgin ass and for a moment I thought that I'd been found out. I'd forgotten to dye my pubes so Nina's hair didn't match. Fortunately my father, like most men, was unable to think with a hard on and although he teased by tight anus with his dripping cock it was by blonde snatch that got to fully experience his cock.

Deep inside the shaft of my brother's cock I screamed with painful pleasure but my cry went unnoticed by the men fucking me. Trapped as I was I could only endure as my father continued to pound me with his stiffening cock, the only relief coming from the sucking of my brothers cock than tugged up my school blouse to work on my bare breasts.

Now all thought of Nina faded, her role fulfilled as my brother devoured my body. The uniform that had tricked my brother now a tangle of cum soaked cloth around by shoulders as the bare skin of my breasts and torso experienced the caress of his cock.

It was a struggle to remain conscious, such was the pleasure of my situation but knowing these were my last moments I held onto every sensation right up until my father shot his load. Filling me with his seed even as he let go of my legs. In an instant my brother's hungry cock sucked me off my father's spent erection and sent me tumbling into my brother's balls.

Like countless girls before me I tumbled like laundry in a washer, buffeted this way and that as the digestive nature of my sibling's scrotum reduced my flesh to thick creamy cum. With softening fingers I pawed at my exposed breasts, knowing that these would be my final sensations before I . . . .

AFTERWORD

With a grunt the boy shot another load of cum at the garage wall as his father wiped his own dick off with the school blazer the girl had taken off.

Thinking his sister would soon be wanting to be picked up from the train station the boy forgot about the cum flowing down the drain. The discarded suit and the school uniform of his most recent conquests being tossed into the garbage like so many before them.

Cleaning themselves up the father and son settled down to watch TV, waiting for the call from their daughter/sister that never came.
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A one sided conversation on Cock Vore

Postby fernwalker » Mon Jun 11, 2018 1:01 am

A one sided conversation on Cock Vore


What was I meant to do.

I mean, really.
You can't honestly say that you would have done anything different if it were you?

OK, so maybe you think I'm a bad guy but other people just don't understand.

But you see they asked for it. They really did.

But I can see you don't believe me but all four of them wanted this.

Yes all four.

Jenny, Clare, Fiona and Dale.

Yes Dale.

No of course I'm not.

Look I like girls, that all and besides this wasn't up to me.

No, when my cock wants something then it gets it, I don't have much say in any of this and my cock wanted all four of them.

So how did it happen?

Well we were in study hall following our Human Anatomy 101 lecture when the girls started asking about penis size. Well Dale thought it was all a bit of a laugh so when the girls demanded to compare equipment I really didn't have a choice.

Yes I know it seems odd now, but at the time it seemed perfectly reasonable to put my cock on display. In fact the little guy had taken quite an interest in the conversation and the girls had already noticed the bulge in my pants.

Anyway, so there I was, in the study hall with the girls examining my cock.

Dale?

Oh well Dale had put his own tackle away at this point and was happy to provide a lurid commentary on my anatomy.

Embarrassed?

Well I wasn't and Dale seemed to be enjoying the sight of my cock as much as the girls. Did I mention that Dale was gay?

No of course it didn't matter.

He was a mate and we got on well but we hadn't fooled around or anything like that.

Anyway, that's not important.

You want to know how my classmates ended up as they did?

Well it was Clare who started it after I said that my cock could get much bigger that the two foot it already was. I'd never told anyone before but for some reason I revealed that my cock could get big enough to swallow someone whole.

Yes with hindsight it might not have been a clever thing to say but then Fiona demanded that I prove it.

The whole idea of a cock being able to swallow someone seemed to catch their imagination or maybe it was the apparent hypnotic effect a giant cock had on some people.

I liked the girls and didn't want what happened next, but they wouldn't leave it and demanded that I prove it right there and then.

That was when Jenny offered to by a guinea-pig. She rolled up her sleeves and kneeling in front of me she grabbed my cock and started pumping it.

Yes I was shocked as well.

I could have expected such behaviour from Clare as she was known to blow the jocks on the football team but Jenny had always been a geek, more interested in her books than guys.

Anyway, despite my misgivings Jenny stroked my cock into life and soon it was over a foot across, the tip gasping like a fish out of water.

Yes I know, I would have thought the sight was odd myself but they said that although it was big, they still didn't believe it could swallow someone.

Well I wasn't thinking to well at that point, not with most of my blood currently in my dick so when Jenny leaned over and her College tie got sucked into my cock I didn't react.

No, I just didn't have time to think and I don't think Jenny did either. It was like that safety video you had to watch back in High School 'shop' class where a guys loose clothes get caught in the machine.

Just like in that video Jenny was dragged into my cock by her tie and before any of us could move my cock had expanded over her shoulders, breasts and torso until only the hem of her skirt was visible. Then just as Clare and Fiona grabbed their friends legs to rescue her they too were pulled in.

Yes, that's what I said. Jenny, Clare and Fiona were sucked into my cock.

Well now I couldn't think at all, not with almost every drop of blood in my body currently taking up residence in my dick.

But fortunately for me this situation didn't last long as my balls made short work of the three girls and in what seemed like a few moments, they were digested.

Yes, gone.

One minute they had been teasing me about my cock and the next I had one massive orgasm and shot my load spraying literally gallons of cum all over the room.

Yes it was, is a mess. That's the girls' uniforms still stuck to the ceiling.

Well as you can see what happened to the girls was totally unintended but Dale?

Well it was different with him as it seemed that his biggest fantasy was to be devoured by a hungry cock and before I'd gathered my wits about me he had fed himself to my cock.

No!

As I've already said, I'm straight. It's just that my cock doesn't discriminate and it had no concerns about cock-voring Dale. Those are his clothes in the corner where they were ejaculated.

So does that explain what happened here? Am I going to be disciplined for cock-voring my classmates?

What?

Ms, you want to be cock-vored as well?

But Ms Stake, you're our teacher. Surely you know it's wrong.

Oh, sorry. I didn't know about your illness.

No, I wouldn't want to go through that either.

Well I suppose we can do it now if you want.

Do you want to be naked?

Sorry! I'm not being fresh, I was just asking. You can be dressed if you want, you can see my cock is interested in you even wearing your nice dress.

Yes, just put your hands in . . . . ah! That feels good.

SPLAT!

That was great but I wonder how I'm going to get those clothes off the ceiling before someone else comes in?
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Faerie God Father

Postby fernwalker » Tue Jun 12, 2018 9:15 am

Faerie God Father


The flickering candles had almost burned out, which was the only sign of how long I had been here. Not that the candles had done much to light up the room but it was almost a certainty that a wannabe wizard would surround themselves with candles and incense before they tried to summon me.

But even candles and lines of chalk couldn't make this corporate office inviting.

With a sigh I tossed the cum stained clothing across the failed wizards desk and with a gesture extinguished the candles. It wouldn't do to let a stray candle burn the place down, not when these offices were full of professional women hungry for success and so juicily vulnerable to temptation.

With so much I could do here I was almost disappointed to feel a new summoning. But this wasn't some ham-fisted student of the occult looking for easy success like the business woman had been.

No, the draw I felt was of an old promise coming to fruition. A deal that had been made decades ago that I could now take payment on. Happy with the thought of anticipated pleasures I stepped through the never-where and found myself in a domestic dwelling.

There were no candles or summoning circles here. That rite had been performed twenty years ago. A blink of the eye for one such as I but a generation for these delicious mortals. And although I had never been here before I recognised the signs of the success I had provided to this family.

No longer did they live in the decaying tenement that I had been summoned to all those years ago. This place was neat, possibly obsessively so. Signs of material success were all about and most telling were the balloons and banners surrounding a small cake on the table.

I recognised the letter as I had taken many a prize from the halls of Harvard, and this was an acceptance letter addressed to the daughter. The daughter being accepted into a 'good college' was the final detail of the contract. I had fulfilled the wishes of the scared and poverty wracked summoner that had been made in that rat infested apartment and now I got to savour my prize.

As is the way of these things I had only been there a moment when there came the sound of a door closing as two mortal females came in.

One, the older one, I had know before. She was no longer the scared and destitute teenager cowing in poverty, terrified because she was alone and pregnant. The woman before me now bore all the hallmarks of the success she had bargained for.

Dressed from head to toe in designer fashions she reeked of affluence. Besides her stood a younger woman. I could sense their kinship and knew this was the child the woman had been carrying when I sealed our bargain.

Obviously much younger, dressed in the uniform of some undoubtedly expensive prep-school. It was for her that the banner and cake were intended. It was her acceptance into Harvard that had marked the completion of the agreement. And as per that agreement I was going to collect.

The younger female stopped in her tracks, mouth open in shock. Only when the older woman bumped into her did she act and that was to grab a 'weapon' from the counter. Fortunately a teenage human female with an egg whisk is of little threat to one such as I.

The older woman however took even this weapon of little worth from her daughter. As is the nature of the bargain the details are often suppressed. It was only now when the payment was to be taken that all returns with perfect clarity. I could see that in the mother's eyes as she accepted the reality of her situation.

Being educated and intelligent it was no surprise that the daughter thought she could argue. She pleaded with her mother, demanded that it not happen and finally claimed this was all a bad dream. But her mother knew better. Stepping away from her own daughter she came to me.

Taking her by her shoulder I could feel the heat of her flesh under her expensive silk blouse. Turning her I pulled her against me. Her back against my belly. I looked to see her daughter biting her lip, finally silenced as she waited to see her mother's fate.

The mother was tall for a human female, tall enough that the top of her head almost reached my chin. I ran a hand across her belly, over her belt that came away so that her pencil skirt fell to the floor around her feet.

A hand on her belly, fingers sliding under her panties I felt her wet eagerness. She was clearly ready for this. I could almost believe she had been waiting for me to take her payment all these long years.

Her blouse fell away as my hands explored her body. What was revealed was no longer the skinny body of the teenage runaway that I'd made the deal with. This body was full. The healthy curves of a lucky woman who could afford to look after herself.

I held her, naked except for her high heels and pantihose, letting her feel my interest grow. An interest that pressed against her rounded rump. She shifted her weight, almost impaling herself on my meat as I took control of her throat. Bending her back until there was a tension in her firm belly.

There was a sound. Two in fact. A whimpering from her daughter who watched, squeezing her own breasts as she did so. The other sound a guttural groan as the mother closed her eyes and pursed her lips, eager for more.

Bending the woman back like a bow I took control of her mouth, exploring her mouth with my tongue as I impaled her sex. She was already slick with anticipation and opened eagerly for me.

This was what I liked about these creatures, the way they could enjoy their fate. She bent and flexed with each thrust, some almost breaking her with their force, but she was eager for more.

As I felt the transformation begin I watched her daughter's eyes widen with surprise. It was unusual to have an audience as I took payment but this once it seemed right. There was little chance of ensnaring this girl like I had her mother but no doubt a future generation would fall on hard times and make their own bargain.

I kept my eyes on the daughter, gently riding her thoughts as she watched her mother being consumed. Her breathing became ragged as it matched my thrusts. With my flesh both inside and sliding up around her I took my prize. Soon she was riding my shaft that had expanded to encompass her waist. The belly from which the daughter had sprung forth was now slick with pre-cum as the mouth of my cock pressed against the undersides of the woman's breasts.

Almost shrieking with pleasure I took in the mature breasts. The surgical implants the woman had to maintain her beauty meant nothing to me as I crested the tanned shoulders and felt the beginning of the woman's neck.

Her expensively fashioned hair now hung around my cock-head and it angled her face in the moment before she was gone so that she and her daughter could see each other for the last time. Then she was within me.

The girl was on her knees, too weak to stand as she watched the shape that had been her mother slide into my ball sack. For a few moments limbs and breasts were clearly identifiable. The girl reached out and touched my flesh, feeling her mother within for a moment or three before the transformation was complete. Now only cum sloshed about in my testicles. The woman having joined the countless others who's bargains were my sustenance.

With the woman's essences soaking into me I looked around at what the bargain had brought. I thought the woman had done well out of this as without my help she would certainly have perished in that rate infested slum, probably taking her daughter down with her.

The girl in question had gotten off her knees. Wiping her eyes with a monogrammed handkerchief she confronted me as she had when she had understood the bargain her mother had made.

I had not anticipated this but the daughter had a mind to bargain. Not the usual pleading of a loved one hoping to save one to from whom payment had already been taken. This was to be a genuine transaction.


I enquired as to why would she want to enter an agreement? This was a very curious situation and one that I had never encountered before.

Her mother had agreed in order to give her daughter better future than she could have done without my help. There was surely nothing this girl could want for.

Taking her striped tie in my hand I pulled her closer until she was standing on her mother's discarded cum stained clothes.

“I have given you the education your mother never had. You have graduated from the best prep-school your mother could find.”

I tapped the enamel badges on the lapel of her blazer.

“You are the Student President of your school, you are popular with your peers and your teachers.”

I ran my hands up her body, feeling it tremble beneath her pristine white blouse. Leaning close I could feel her sweet breath on my cheek.

“I have given you the beauty and intelligence to be whatever you would desire.”

“So what could I give you now that would be worth my price?”

I waited, listening to her racing heartbeat as I watched her breasts move with each breath.

She calmed herself before answering.

“I want what no one else can give me. Something that will full-fill a dream I've had, like forever.”

She seemed so young but it was clear she was determined in this matter. It was a trait that I had come to admire in this family.

“I am old enough to make my own decisions and enter into my own agreement.”

The girl was clearly decided, but it felt strange given that she had seen her own mother pay the price only a short while before.

Unusual though the circumstances were I agreed. My traditional terms and limitations. I knew that many thought they could make a bargain to their advantage.

Of the terms I was explicit. We were standing amidst her mother's cum spattered clothing and there could be no doubt as to what payment I would take. To avoid any doubt I placed her hand on my bulging scrotum, still hot from her freshly processed mother.

My price, I explained, was always fair. It was for her to strike the bargain. But I was curious to know what a girl with everything, with a future full of opportunity. What would such a girl want. I had to hope it wasn't the impossible.

I could find her love, wealth would be no problem although of that she had plenty. It was the rare idealists with their pleas of world peace and tolerance that asked the impossible. But this girl suffered no such delusions, of that I was certain.

The girl, or I should call her by her proper title. She was the supplicant. She had offered herself. I would now decide whether the boon she asked of me had merit.

In answer, apparently, to my question. The girl took off her prep-school blazer with it's badges of prestige and authority and folded it. She moved as if to place it on the kitchen table besides the cake and the balloons. But turning she dropped it onto her mother's cum soaked blouse.

She did the same with the rest of her uniform. She stripped herself of all the signs of the success her mother had provided until she stood naked before me. Reduced to her purist form as she would be when it came time for the collection of her payment. Of the boon itself I was unsure.

When she took hold of my flacid penis and stroked it to firmness I understood. This was what she wanted. For a girl who could have everything the only thing she truly desired was to be consumed in the manner that her mother had been. As her Faerie Godfather it was not for me to deny her a boon that was so easily delivered.

As I had with countless generations of her ancestors, I would have her. She would this night join her mother in my scrotum.

Shorter than her mother had been her head rested on my chest once I had mounted her on my now stiff penis. The taking of her honour was eased by the flow of her blood. She had been a good girl as befitted one who had earned such prestige among her peers. But the very restraint of her feeling that had allowed her success had led her to this need. A dirty secret desire for sexual consumption that only I could meet.

In her inexperience it was trivial to bring her to a peak and beyond as she had her first and greatest orgasm. Her once neat hair hung around her face having escaped from the tight bun she had constrained it in. Slick with perspiration I had given her the pleasure she had desired. As I took her for the second time she could barely get the breath to gasp for pleasure as I engulfed her. Her teenage flesh that had been honed during countless hours of ballet class would never set foot in the halls of Harvard. Without her mother's surgically enhanced bust she slipped inside smoothly, her body entering my already cum filled scrotum where she too was converted.

It stood for a moment, looking at the spread of discarded clothing at my feet when I realised the price had been insufficient. I had been overconfident.

I had harvest the fruits of this family tree for countless generations all the way back to the plains of Africa. Back when the girls ancestors were still living in the trees. But the girl had cheated me. I had taken her before she had descendants of her own and as her individuality merged into the swirling cum that filled my scrotum I no longer felt the pull of her blood line.

The anger I felt was overwhelming. Looking around at what had been achieved my reaction took the form of a violent ejaculation. Both mother and daughter, or at least the cum they had become, sprayed forth. The hot jism splashed off the walls, soaking everything in sight but it did nothing to change things.

The girl had stolen from me the chance to have her daughters and granddaughters in the future. For the first time in forever I regretted having taken a female. But that regret soon passed as I felt the call of another teenage witch who wanted to make a deal. Even from the distance I could feel the flaws in her summoning circle. Whoever she was and whatever she wanted would be irrelevant as without protection she was destined for my scrotum where she would replace that lost in my anger.

With that thought I let the new girl summon me.
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My Brother's Cock Crime

Postby fernwalker » Wed Jul 10, 2019 9:27 am

My Brother's Cock Crime

As you watched the smartly dressed office workers passing by you felt grateful that you had drawn the early shift. Not that this area was that bad in the evening but during the day the worse you normally had to deal with was a dispute over a parking space.

That was when you got the call over the radio.
Control thought that something might be happening a bit further down the block as the girls monitoring the CCTVs had noticed people going into a nearby alleyway. Not in itself particularly odd but given you didn’t have anything better to do you decided to stroll down that way.

To be honest it also gave you a chance to look important which was appreciated by the well dressed office workers who frequently had a thing for uniforms.
Unlike the rough parts of town you felt perfectly safe patrolling by yourself and you didn’t really expect to find more than an unlicensed trader selling dodgy cigarettes. That was why the odd smell caught your attention.

This area was largely a pedestrian zone full of smart offices with the occasional Coffee Shack thrown in for good measure. The acrid scent that was growing as you approached the location was very out of place. As you came in sight of the alley way you also noticed something on the pavement. In fact if was flowing across the pavement and into the gutter but you weren’t too concerned as water leaks weren’t your concern.

Then you realised that whatever it was it wasn’t water.

Taking care not to tread in the stream you reached the mouth of the alley way and recognised the cause of the “disturbance”. In fact you hadn’t seen your cousin since you had both been much younger but you had heard many tales about what he got up to. He was the reason that your family had moved away and although you hadn’t really believed the rumours any doubts disappeared when you considered the sight before you.

Your cousin was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. Not illegal of course but not something that you could really approve of.

In fact that was much like what he was doing with the woman kneeling at his feet. If she had been giving a blowjob then you might have had to do something but as it was she had already been swallowed down to her waist by your cousin’s cock.
Although the City had many laws and ordinances that you were expected to enforce there was no any prohibition on Cock-Vore, at least not yet.

That meant that no matter what you might think of someone swallowing others with his cock you couldn’t put a stop to it. Actually you weren’t even sure that you wanted to put a stop to it as there was something sickly fascinating about a cock that could turn a person into jism.

That was when it clicked. The fluid you had stepped over was jizz. The result of your cousin cock-voring people in this alleyway. The misshapen lumps scattered around or stuck to the walls were the remains of the clothes people had been wearing when they had been devoured by your cousin’s cock.

Thinking about it, as you watched your cousin’s cock work over the woman’s rump, you decided you might be able to ticket your cousin for littering. Then again were the bundle of rags classed as litter?

It was all a bit complicated and as you thought about it you watched the woman’s stocking clad legs getting slurped up your cousin’s cock. You could see the woman’s face where it was pressed against the inside of his scrotum and as you stepped closer you could hear her moaning.

It sounded like she was enjoying herself in there, which considering that she must know that she was destined to be churned into cum must mean the family rumours were true.

You had always wondered about your cousin, but it had never been something your father had wanted to talk about and you only had vague memories of your mother who had disappeared just before you had all moved away.

As the woman’s feet finally slipped from view your cousin took in a lung full of smoke, holding it as his balls churned violently. You could see the woman’s features soften then disappear until there was nothing but a pressurised scrotum to look at.

You couldn’t help thinking what it must be like for the woman, if there was actually a woman left of course.

You noticed that you weren’t alone with these thoughts as a girl from one of the big offices had joined you. Probably like all those other women she had been drawn here by the scent of cum, like bees to a flower. Of course in this analogy the flower would be a predator.

As your cousin stroked his cock you considered the girl. Probably an intern, not long out of high school probably. You wondered if she had thought her career would end up in this alleyway today. Any hopes or ambitions reduced to rags as her substance joined the flow of stale jism in the gutter.

You also thought about yourself.

You could stop this.

You could send the girl away, or maybe arrest your cousin for littering.

Then again maybe allowing him to bring his cock into the Police station would be a bad idea as that would bring him into contacts with your friends.

As you thought about your options you had followed the girl as she chose to help your cousin. The cute intern helping your cousin get hard.

If you hadn’t been distracted you might have objected to the way he kissed the vulnerable intern but the truth was it was very difficult to look away from the cock.

Tracing the heavy veins from the base of the cock to the knurled knob on the end you wondered whether your cousin ever fucked with it. Obviously not with it at it’s cock-vore size but maybe it would behave like a normal cock sometimes.
You were still thinking about how a massive cock like that would feel when your cousin came.

An initial ejaculation that spattered the woman’s suit against the far wall was followed by long sticky jets of cum as his scrotum emptied itself. You could feel the hot flesh beneath your palm shudder and convulse as the gloopy residue of the businesswoman passed beneath until finally it was over.

Your cousin had by now partly undressed the young intern, sucking on her nipples as she fingered herself and you had no doubt that when he finished with his dalliance she would be his next cocksnack.

At least she would have been if you hadn’t let your fingers explore the still dripping cleft at the end on his monstrous cock.

You couldn’t claim ignorance about what you were doing and neither could you deny that ever since you had first heard about your cousin you had dreamed of this moment.

The fact that you were a Police officer made no difference as under the uniform that you were so proud to wear was just flesh much like all the other cocksnacks your cousin had consumed.

As the hungry cock devoured your arms you bent your neck, letting the sucking orifice crown your head in some obscene parody of birth as you were sucked into your cousin’s cock.

To you it seemed to take forever as your shoulders, then your hips and finally your feet were swallowed. Squeezed and pushed until you finally entered his scrotum.

You had wondered what it would feel like and now you knew.

All around you the flesh walls exuded the cum that would convert your flesh. In fact you felt yourself growing softer, you knew that you were being transformed.
You didn’t know if your cousin had even known that you were a relative but given how many he had already consumed you doubted that it would make much difference.

You felt a pressure, a hand and a face, the curious intern who pressed herself against the scrotum that was compressing you. She pressed her still whole body against the ball of flesh that was pressurising your remains.

Remains being all you were now as your cousin had converted you.

A couple of gallons of hot pressurised cum that he would ejaculate.

At any moment he would let loose a stream of . . . . .

You had no more thoughts.

The cooling jism that stained the walls of the alleyway joining those that had gone before.

Your uniform only a memento to make another cock-snack.
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Re: Fernwalker's Cock Vore stories

Postby waouw » Wed Jul 10, 2019 4:47 pm

These are all great. I would favorite this thread if I could
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Re: Fernwalker's Cock Vore stories

Postby fernwalker » Sat Aug 24, 2019 8:16 am

Kim at the Gentlemen's Club

Kim’s mouth tasted of cum, something that wouldn’t have come as a surprise most nights but he hadn’t blown anyone today. If he had been able to talk he might have asked but in the circumstances he was a bit distracted.

As the man’s cock moved in his ass Kim wanted to pump his own cock, to release the pressure of his painfully erect penis. But he needed both hands to stop himself being squashed against the mirror on the back of the cubicle door. The same cubicle where he had lost his anal virginity only a week before.

Back before he had gotten this gig, a valet parking cars for one of the oldest “gentlemen’s clubs” in the city this would only have been a longed for fantasy.

Looking up he caught a glimpse of big man currently fucking him, a big older business man who had chosen to dip his wick in the inexperienced flesh of a Korean valet. The man in question, a regular customer of the club, was lost in the moment. To him Kim might have been a distraction from the closeted executives who usually filled the boring club. The kind of guys that Kim wished would give him a second glance.

Kim wasn’t looking for some kind of sugar daddy but he wouldn’t turn down any offers either.

With his pants around his ankles he was almost lifted off his feet by the cock in his ass, then the man reached around and grabbed Kim’s cock. A firm callused hand on his inexperienced meat. The man knew what he was doing and Kim was almost lost to the experience. This was the first time he had let someone else touch him there. In fact it was the first time anyone had ever wanted to as far as Kim knew but he wasn’t to know that it would be the last.

Gasping for breath Kim didn’t have the experience to know that a cock just couldn’t be as big as the man’s cock was in his ass. The wetness in his chest as the big guy pumped him full of cum felt so right.

Kim stared at his own face in the dirty mirror, not realising that even the best orgasm doesn’t change a boy’s face like that. His Korean features softening as his mouth seemed to open ever wider.

The man continued to pump.

Kim had lost contact with the ground, his whole world focused on the cock that seemed to fill him up from his ass to his lips.

With one hand still pumping Kim’s cock and the other grasping him by his chest he felt like a human flesh-light. The man was brutal but Kim loved it.

Now Kim was bouncing on the man’s cock, but it didn’t feel that way. It felt to Kim that he was the man’s cock but with a stream of pre-cum flowing from the young valet’s mouth he was beyond caring. Even when the thick jizm dripped onto his shirt and fancy waistcoat he couldn’t react. By now his arms and legs hung limp. Kim was becoming no more than a dressed up fuck doll but still the man kept pumping.

Each thrust taking him deeper into the boy who was looking more and more like a Kim shaped dildo.

The man watched the rapid transformation of his latest fuck toy.

A disposable boy.

The boy and the man had become one.

Joined at the cock?

This wasn’t a merging of equals as Kim was becoming less with each thrust as the man’s cock consumed the boy from within.

Long before the man finished he untangled his cock from the valet’s uniform that Kim had been wearing. Now his cock was free to return to it’s “normal” shape. Kim’s features fading from view as the hungry cock absorbed the last traces of the inexperienced boy.

Almost satisfied the man turned to face the other way and continued to jerk himself off.

With Kim gone, all that remained was to ejaculate his remains.

Gallons upon gallons of sticky cum that filled the dirty toilet bowl.

The last spurts dripping from the cock that had finished devouring Kim.

Satisfied the man reached for the toilet paper to find the dispenser empty.

With a sigh he used Kim’s discarded uniform to clean himself off before straightening up his clothes once more.

Chucking Kim’s soiled clothes in the trash the man washed his hands and headed back into the club.
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Re: Fernwalker's Cock Vore stories

Postby Kooshmeister » Sat Aug 24, 2019 12:58 pm

Another winner! :D
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Re: Fernwalker's Cock Vore stories

Postby fernwalker » Sun Oct 25, 2020 3:16 am

The Question

“Does it hurt?”

Milo thought for a moment, not sure what she meant. This whole situation was a bit odd as the boy hadn’t even intended to talk to her. The girl in the library was just a distraction from the book he was meant to be reading but she had intruded on his fantasy.

“When you take a person like that, your penis filling her up, tearing her up, pulping her insides before you suck her dry.” The girl turned to face the Milo, letting him see more clearly the outline of her body, visible due to being backlit by the library window, giving detail for his imagination to work with.

He had noticed her around the campus, giving talks to freshers explaining the rules and risks to noobs. He had even had to listen to her when she gave the mandatory lecture following the ‘problem’ resulting from when the guys raided the girl’s locker room after a game.
Milo had pretended to be bored, like the others actually were, but in truth he found her fascinating.

He didn’t understand why but there was something about a clever girl that just got his cock hard. Not that his cock was prejudiced or anything as a clever twink did the same, it was just that this girl was right in front of him and his cock.

“Does it hurt?” The question that he had never considered, but when Milo thought of those he had cock vored, both male, female and when he had been younger, the household pets. None of them had hurt.

“There is never any pain, just the pleasure of thrusting my cock into meat. A living, breathing Fleshlight.” He could imagine her nipples getting hard at the thought of being consumed and those thoughts stirred his cock. With her short hair, cornrows close to her skull, he couldn’t hang onto her hair like he did with the cheerleaders when he took them. Instead he would grab her tits, one in each hand to keep her still when he thrust into her. He was getting excited thinking about how he would use her when he realised that she was waiting for his reply.

Reality and dreams coming into conflict.

“Does it hurt the girl?” She seemed very interested in the question but in truth the boy had never really considered cock vore from any perspective other than his own. It was the kind of question that attracted him to the girls who hung out at the library, the kind of thing his usual diet of vacant cheerleaders and timid Band Geeks never asked.

“You would enjoy it, you would cry out with pleasure as it would be the greatest orgasm of your life.” She was silent for a while, possibly considering his words, not challenging their implications as they moved from the theoretical ‘girl’ to this specific girl.

“My cock would dominate you. The brutality of it would show you what you really were.” He truly believed the words he spoke and from the way she licked her lips, staring at his crotch, it was likely she believed them too.

“How does it start, when you steal a girl’s future?” Maybe the girl hadn’t really understood, but she was clearly still interested, or could be the thought of having her control stolen from her was what she needed.

Milo considered her, silently undressing her with his eyes as he contemplated the flesh concealed beneath her preppy clothes. He knew that she was here on a full scholarship. A tribute to her intelligence and the difficulties she had overcome but to him she was just meat. Muscles and bones that would scream with pleasure/pain as he used her up.
But if he chose to be honest with himself he would have known that it was her modesty and goodness that made her the most desirable cock-bait.

“I would turn you around, pulling down your pants to expose your flesh.” He could imagine the point where her slim, athletic thighs, met. That was where his cock wanted to be. He would take her, ramming his cock in her hole and lubricated by blood and shit he would take her. He would enjoy her screams as he pounded her flesh.

“What would it feel like, if you made love to a girl?” She was clearly still confused by the romantic ideals that she had learned from her lifestyle channels but it wasn’t a language he understood. The boy’s world was one of force and pleasure, a place of pain and satisfaction where he took what was his.

“My cock would break you, I would crush you beneath me as my fingers dug into your soft breasts.” He was having trouble staying seated, his cock painfully hard within his pants as he imagined having her.

“You would cry, be unable to breath as my meat battered you down and it would be the most real thing you would ever feel.” He was sure of that and from the way she was almost panting it was clear that she shared his thoughts.

He could see that she was squeezing her thighs together, probably trying to supress her feelings.

“So you would steal my life, just for a brief bit of pleasure?” She had probably meant for the words to sound angry, but her husky voice betrayed her need. A need he acknowledged.

“I would be giving you the most real climax to your life, you would finally have a moment that would be yours and yours alone where no one else’s views mattered.” She was nodding as he explained to her, the realisation that she could free herself from the constraints imposed by societies rules. She could use her body and no one else would have a say in it.

“When you finished?” She paused, her eyes locked on the hard cock stretching the cloth that that restrained it.

“Finished? I would shoot my load. I would leave a stain, a puddle of dirty cum that had once been a clever girl. A mess for the janitor to clean up.” Milo knew from her look that this was what this girl needed. An end to her studies.

“Will you . . “ But the girl’s question was interrupted by the bell announcing the end of the study period.

As all around them their fellow students grabbed books and backs to head off to their classes the spell was broken.

With a shake of her head the girl realised what she had almost done and sighed. With regret or maybe disappointment?

It didn’t matter to Miro as he’d already forgotten about the girl, distracted by thought of football practice.

If he still had a hard-on when he reached the changing rooms he would make use of one of the cheerleaders or maybe a boy from the band if they were practising today.

The girl would go to her next class, distracted by dirty thought and maybe next time she would talk less.

She knew what she wanted now.
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