John's Dream Girl (chapters 11 through 15)

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Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The author holds exclusive rights to this work.

Author’s Note:

This novel deals with extremely taboo situations and events in a very graphic, no-holds-barred manner. It covers a myriad of taboo sexual categories, ranging from “incest” to “rape,” and beyond. If taboo thoughts, ideas and fantasies are not your sexual “cup of tea,” then by all means, please feel free to bypass this story entirely. Consider yourself warned.

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JOHN’S DREAM GIRL

An Adult Erotic Twisted Tale About Taboo Relationships

by rat_race

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CHAPTER 11

1997: The Punch Line

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“Lisa, what the hell are you doing?” John frantically demanded.

“I want you to just lie still and relax, John,” Lisa said, still giggling a little bit.

“Relax? Why don’t you relax that…that ‘vise’ you’ve got around my…penis?” John said, thinking that the word “penis” was a truly distasteful and ugly-sounding name to give a guy’s dick.

“I can’t do that right now, John,” Lisa said very calmly and sincerely. “Please bear with me for a little bit. This always happens at first. It’s part of a medical condition that I’ve got. If you try to move around right now, it’ll just make me tighten up even more. It’s kind of like Chinese handcuffs.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not moving,” John said, thinking about how effectively Chinese handcuffs had always worked on kids’ fingers. “But how the heck am I supposed to build up excitement, so that I can…well, you know…”

“Cum? Get your rocks off? Squirt your sperm? Shoot your wad? Jet your jiz?” Lisa laughed hard and shook her head. “I’d say that you’ve done a pretty good job of it so far.”

“Oh. So you know that I’ve been–“

“Leaking inside me?” Lisa said, finishing John’s sentence. “Yes, John, I do have eyes. And I saw how leaky your dick was, before you ever stuck it in me. That’s why I called it your ‘wet dick.’ Remember? Besides, my vagina always senses the drastic difference between a man’s wetness, and my own.”

Of course, Lisa didn’t tell John that she was struggling like hell to keep her dick-clit at bay.

“But that’s different. And you know it,” said John. “Those little drops of…uhm…fluid automatically leak out, whenever I get really excited. But I’ve never been able to just lie there, and think myself into having a…a…climax.”

Lisa let out a long sigh of impatience.

“Don’t worry, John. I will make you cum. I promise. But I’m gonna do it my way. Okay? Trust me. I won’t let you leave this bed, until I make you cum real good!”

“What on earth are you talking about, Lisa?”

“Let’s just say that I’ve got what you might call ‘a special talent.’ Just give me a chance, and I’ll show you. Okay?”

“Well, alright. I mean, so far, this evening with you has been anything but boring. I guess I could stand one more surprise. But would you please stop squeezing my…you know…”

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I hope it’s not hurting you too much. I’ve got some pretty strong muscles down there,” Lisa admitted.

“Yeah, I can tell! It’s kind of uncomfortable. But I guess I can live with it.”

“Good. Do you feel this?” she asked.

Lisa’s firm cervix slowly moved downward inside her vagina, and lightly pressed against the head of John’s penis.

“Yeah,” John calmly replied.

A cervix coming into direct contact with the head of his dick wasn’t really that big of a deal to John. It had happened many times before in the past, since he happened to be fairly well-hung, and the tip of his penis would usually reach a woman’s cervix during deep intercourse. Lisa’s cervix was much larger than a normal woman’s cervix, but it still felt like a cervix coming into contact with John’s penis. And that was nothing for John to get alarmed about.

“How about this?” Lisa asked.

The small hole in the middle of Lisa’s cervix slowly opened up, as the neck of her uterus pressed against the tip of John’s penis, until it slowly slid down over the head of John’s penis, and didn’t stop until it had engulfed the entire head of his dick, and then some.

Then her cervix tightened up around the shaft of his penis, and the muscles at the entrance of her vagina finally relaxed. The neck of her uterus started massaging the head of his penis by repeatedly squeezing it.

“Is my…penis actually up inside of your uterus right now?” John asked in total disbelief.

“Yes. Doesn’t it feel sexy?”

“Well sure. But I never realized that a woman could actually do that.”

“Neither did I. At least, not until a year ago,” Lisa honestly replied. “Well, do you like it, John?”

“Sure. But it feels kind of strange. So what do we do now?”

“You don’t do anything. You just lie there, and enjoy it.”

“And enjoy what, exactly?” asked John.

“This!” said Lisa.

John felt Lisa’s cervix, as it started to slowly move his foreskin up and down the shaft of his penis, just behind the head of his dick.

John could hardly believe what was taking place. This woman was using her cervix to jack off his dick, while it was deep inside of her vagina. And God, it felt absolutely incredible to John!

As Lisa gradually increased the speed of her penis-pumping cervix, John released another little glob of seminal fluid. And he thought that he felt something weird brush up against the tip of his penis. He shuddered.

“Hey, what the hell was that?” he urgently asked Lisa.

“Oh, come on,” Lisa calmly replied. “You’re not gonna freak out on me now, are you? Doesn’t this feel good to you?”

“Well, yes but–“

“Then why don’t you just lie there, like a good little boy, and let me make you cum. You know that’s what you really want. And that’s what I really want too.”

Lisa immediately sped up her penis-pumping cervix even more, and John instinctively thrust his penis all the way forward, as deep into Lisa’s abdomen as he could get it. Soon, he felt those wonderful orgasmic feelings starting to overwhelm him.

As the sperm began to squirt out of his penis, John felt that “weird thing” brushing up against the tip of his penis again. But this time, the “weird thing” somehow managed to insert itself into John’s piss-hole slit. And he could feel it rapidly snaking its way down through his urethral tube, towards his balls.

Despite being caught up in his own orgasmic sensations, John tried like crazy to pull his dick out of Lisa’s pussy. But her cervix clamped down even tighter around his shaft, and John was literally unable to escape its firm grip.

And John quickly realized the futility of his efforts. The harder he tried to pull out of Lisa’s vagina, the more firmly her cervix clamped down around his pulsating penis, effectively collapsing and closing off the long urethral “tube” on the underside of his shaft (which of course, was the only way for his ejaculating sperm to be properly released), and thus causing him excruciating pain, in the process.

But as soon as John stopped “fighting” Lisa and accepted his fate, she immediately eased up her firm cervical grip on his penis. John’s sperm-ejaculation was just beginning to wind down. But he could feel Lisa’s cervix go right back to pumping up and down on his still-mildly-throbbing shaft. He also felt the long snake-like “thing” work its way up into his lower abdomen, where his prostate gland was. And the tip of this “living catheter” was actually up inside of John’s prostate, at this point.

Then John felt a very pleasurable vibration inside of his prostate gland. This vibration caused him to orgasm again–right on top of his first orgasm–and he released even more sperm. He had never done that before!

As John’s second orgasm was beginning to subside, the pleasant vibration inside his prostate gland kept going on incessantly . And John actually orgasmed for the third time in a row! He couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt. He thought to himself, This must be how good it feels to a woman, when she’s having a string of orgasms, one right after another.

Then, as John was starting to come down off his extraordinary “orgasmic high,” he was instantly racked with excruciating pain. He felt an extremely uncomfortable sensation up inside of his prostate gland. It felt like he had to pee like a racehorse. But he couldn’t.

Basically, the very end of Lisa’s now-sperm-coated, vibrating dick-clit had actually burrowed itself through John’s prostate gland, and was now well up inside of his seminal vesicle.

Here’s what was really taking place inside of John’s reproductive tract, thanks to Lisa’s unique, alien-created sex organs:

Basically, the aliens that abducted Lisa had specifically designed her dick-clit to dramatically vibrate like that, against the male’s prostate gland, so that she would first cause the male to automatically orgasm very strongly, over and over again, until he had finally managed to release every bit of sperm that was left in his testicles (any sperm cells that were mature, and actually ready to be released).

At that point, Lisa’s dick-clit would automatically–and totally-instinctively–extend itself even further down the man’s urethra, and work its way well up into his seminal vesicle, where Lisa would finally end up orgasming and ejaculating her fertilized egg, so that it could easily swim in all the sexual fluid (that she would release at the same time) down into one of man’s vas deferens tubes, and eventually attach itself to the outside part of one of the man’s testicles.

The only way that the man could possibly prevent that from happening, would be for him to ejaculate some more sperm, before Lisa’s swimming egg could slowly make its way down his vas deferens tube to his testicle.

However, the aliens had made sure that Lisa’s vibrating dick-clit would drain the man dry of any remaining sperm, thus taking away all of the man’s options, and giving Lisa the ability to extract true revenge against any man who she felt was actually a misogynistic jerk.

“What the fuck! Oh shit! Aaaaaahhh!” John cried out in sheer terror, as he was overwhelmed by the intense physical pain down in his scrotum.

Meanwhile, Lisa was orgasming her ass off, right underneath John. And she was also crying out, at the same time. But Lisa’s cries were ones of sheer, intense pleasure, “Oh God! Yes! Yes! Oh yeah! That’s it! That’s it! Oh fuuuuck yes! Aaaaaahhh!”

And as she was coming down from her orgasmic high, Lisa proudly announced, “That was fucking great!”

John started crying like a baby.

“I just fucked you, John,” Lisa said in a very relaxed voice, “Thanks for letting me use you. I know that you’ve used your share of women, in the past. In fact, you’ve got quite the reputation at Fred’s bar. That’s why I chose you. You can think of it as ‘payback time,’ John.

“Thanks to you, my fertilized egg is now merrily swimming its way around inside your seminal vesicle. And that little egg of mine will most certainly find its way down through one of your vas deferens, and attach itself to one of your testicles. And it will become a living fetus. I can guarantee you that much, John.

“And there’s no way that you can stop this from happening. Except for maybe chopping off your own balls right now. But of course, you won’t find any sharp objects in this apartment to do that with–even if you wanted to. Which I know you don’t.

“Besides that, I’m not gonna let you pull your dick out of me, until I’m good and ready to. A girl has to take some precautions, you know?”

“Ohhh, no. No, no, no, no, no. No way! You…you…you can’t be serious,” said John. “This has to be some kind of practical joke, or something. There’s no way that you could get me–“

“Preg…nant!” Lisa sang out those two distinct syllables with glee, finishing John’s sentence for him, in more ways than one.

John was wiping his watery eyes with his fingers, and there was snot starting to run out of both of his nostrils.

Lisa reached over to the night stand by the bed, pulled a few tissues out of the ever-present cardboard box, and handed the small scrunched-up wad to John, who immediately put the tissues to good use.

“John, I’m not kidding one single bit. You’re as close to pregnant, as a guy can get. How does it feel?”

“Oh God! But how–“

“How did I do it?” Lisa was really enjoying finishing John’s sentences for him. “Well, I’ve got a very unique penis that’s deep down inside of your own penis right now. If you’ll just relax a little bit, and cooperate with me, I’ll tell you the whole story. All I ask is that you postpone your judgement of me, until you hear me out. Agreed?”

“I guess I have to,” he said, slowly shaking his head from side to side, “What other choice do I really have?”

“Okay, here it goes: I was abducted by aliens last year. You know…taken up by a spaceship, and all that crap. They came and took me from my own bedroom late one night. Well, those two little gray bastards sure had a warped sense of humor…”

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CHAPTER 12

1997: The Revelation

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John lay passively on top of Lisa, while she filled him in on all the sordid details about her alien abduction experience.

Lisa also told John that, since her abduction, she had had sex with one other man. But she didn’t tell John that that “one other man” was her own brother-in-law, Bill. And she didn’t say a word to John about her sexual relationships with other members of her own family.

Throughout her story, Lisa still had the head of her dick-clit up inside of John’s seminal vesicle, and her cervix wrapped snugly around the shaft of his dick.

“Well, that other guy went through pretty much the same thing that you just did–except that I pulled my little vibrating penis out of his piss-hole just in time, so that I didn’t drain him dry, and squirt a fertilized egg deep inside his dick, like I just did with you.

“But he still didn’t enjoy the experience of having me invade his penis like that. He never wanted to have intercourse with me again. And I can’t say that I blame him. I don’t know many men who would actually want what amounts to a ‘human catheter’ inserted deep down inside their dicks.

“Anyway, call it woman’s intuition, if you will, but I had the sneaky feeling that I was actually going to impregnate the next guy that I had sex with. And of course, this would be a very bad thing, from his point-of-view. I instinctively sensed that my egg would end up swimming down and implanting itself onto one of his testicles.

“Once again, you can call this woman’s intuition, if you wish, but ever since my abduction, I’ve had this very reverent feeling towards men’s balls. It’s probably close to the same kind of feelings that you must have regarding a normal woman’s uterus.

“I even found myself occasionally dreaming about different men’s balls. And although these dreams always involved different men, the dream itself was always the same.

“I find myself completely nude, standing on a secluded stretch of beach. A man appears from somewhere, and approaches me. He takes off his pants, and stands right in front of me, while he proudly shows me his dick. But it’s not a human dick at all. It’s the kind of dick that you’d find on a large animal. Like on a lion, for instance.

“The man’s balls look completely normal. But his dick is totally covered with a thick, furry foreskin–except for a little bright-red, pointy-thing sticking out of a hole at the very tip. The man tells me that he wants me to touch it. And I reach across, and feel the tip of it with my fingers.

“Then I pull down the loose, furry sheath that hides his slick, red animal-penis. And I start playing with his weird-looking dick. And of course, the man gets a hard-on. So naturally, it doesn’t take very long before I’m moving my hand up and down on his slimy animal-dick, and jacking him off.

“While I’m doing that, the man’s animal-dick magically transforms itself into a normal-looking human-penis, right in my hand. And I just keep jacking the guy off, until I finally make him cum.

“The man’s sperm starts squirting out all over the place. And there’s so much sperm that it looks really freaky. It’s like the guy’s dick has turned into a sperm-fountain that’s totally out-of-control. And he can’t stop it–even if he wanted to. Which or course, he doesn’t. But eventually the sperm does stop flowing out of the guy’s dick. And afterwards, the man actually thanks me for making him cum so good.

“That’s when I notice that one of the man’s balls is quickly growing bigger and bigger, right in front of my eyes, until it’s finally the size of a basketball. And it’s gently swaying back and forth, down between his legs. I reach down and put my hand on it, to stop it from swinging. And that’s when I feel something moving around inside of it.

“The next thing I know, I’m in a hospital emergency room. And the guy’s testicle bursts wide-open. And a blood-covered, newborn baby emerges from it, and takes its first breath. Meanwhile, the doctors and nurses are going crazy trying to keep the poor guy from bleeding to death, while I’m cradling the newborn baby in a towel in my arms.

“And then the baby says to me in a tiny voice, ‘Mama?’ And that’s when I always wake up to discover that my pussy’s nice and wet, and that my dick-clit is hanging all the way out of my pussy.

“I can only assume that those little alien bastards somehow ingrained that particular erotic dream-scenario into my subconscious mind, so that I would fantasize about it over and over again in my sleep, and in that way, become more comfortable with the idea of impregnating a man with my egg.”

John’s heart was racing, and he felt pretty nauseous as he was listening to Lisa describe her alien-induced dream. His face was the face of a man being told by his doctor that he only has nine months left to live. And in John’s case, at least six of those nine months would probably be nothing less than a living hell.

“So anyway, this time around,” Lisa continued, “I was much more careful in choosing my ‘target.’ I wanted to find a real jerk. Someone who regularly used women, and then discarded them, like they were a piece of trash. Someone who had a heart of ice, and needed a good lesson on the subject of ’empathy.’

“I asked around. And some of my girlfriends told me that there was this rich ass-hole who frequented Fred’s bar, and that this guy was infamous for breaking women’s hearts. I asked them how I’d know who this guy was, when I finally saw him. And they told me his name was ‘John,’ before they gave me a thorough description of him.

“They also warned me not to get involved with him. But what they didn’t know, was that this time around, the woman was going to break John’s heart, for a change.

“So I went to Fred’s bar. And I was looking for an overweight bald guy, with a very hairy body and a diamond-encrusted Rolex watch around his left wrist.

“When you first told me your name, you unintentionally verified that you were the ‘John’ that I was looking for–pun intended–and so I proceeded to pick you up. And the rest is history, so-to-speak,” Lisa said, and then calmly reached over with her right hand, grabbed the pull-chain on the little lamp next to her bed, and gave it a quick yank to light up the bedroom once again.

“Now, I want you to slowly pull your dick out of my pussy,” said Lisa. “Go ahead. The least I can do is let you see what you’ve been fucked by. Let you see the alien-made, female penis that has just gotten you pregnant.”

John eased his penis out of Lisa’s uterus and vagina, while he was staring down between his legs the whole time. He shuddered when he caught his first glimpse of that dark reddish-colored, vein-ridden, super-muscular tube that was slowly inching its way back up out of his urethra, like some weird earthworm-catheter from hell.

He let out a fierce growl, as he grabbed hold of Lisa’s dick-clit with his hands, and tried to yank on it hard.

But her dick-clit was drenched with a coating of slick, sexual juices. And so it easily slid right through John’s fingers, as Lisa quickly retracted it back up into the safety of her uterus.

“Oh, come off it, John! You were tryin’ to hurt me. Weren’t you? You bastard!” Lisa was really pissed-off now.

“Look who’s talking! I’m the one who’s probably gonna die, thanks to you,” John said bitterly. “I was only trying to turn you back into a real woman again. That’s all. But no,” he added, slowly shaking his head, “You can’t ever be a real woman again. Can you, Lisa? ‘Cuz you’re just a pathetic freak, with a weird-ass noodle-dick. And I feel sorry for you. But I feel more sorry for the poor schmuck who ends up in your bed next month. This is for him!”

John hauled off and slapped Lisa’s face as hard as he could. The side of her head slammed downward against her pillow, and her cheek now had a red hand-print emblazoned on it. And she actually lost consciousness for a few moments.

While Lisa was still lying there unconscious, John quickly reached out with both hands, grabbed the large puffed-out nipples on Lisa’s small breasts, and squeezed them as hard as he could between his thumbs and fingers, before pulling upward on them, and trying to literally tear them right off her chest.

Lisa finally came to, and started screaming in sheer agony. She shot her hand down into John’s crotch, grabbed hold of his balls, and squeezed them as hard as she possibly could.

John immediately let go of Lisa’s nipples, as he let out a very loud groan, and just about puked all over her. His face was all grimaced up with pain, when Lisa finally let go of his balls, and then slapped him in the face very hard, just like he had done to her.

John never saw the slap coming. But he sure as hell felt it. He rolled over on his side, instinctively holding both hands over his crotch. And he slowly kept on rolling, until he fell off the edge of the bed, and landed on the floor with a sickening thud.

Lisa was still lying on the bed, and rubbing the palms of her hands against her sore nipples–John had actually dug his thumbnail deep into her left nipple, and it was starting to bleed pretty badly–when she heard John throwing up all over the carpet, right next to her boots and pants.

Lisa was so grossed out by the sound and the stench of John’s vomiting, that she almost started to puke right along with him. But she somehow managed to keep her food and liquor down in her stomach.

John eventually worked his way back up onto his feet. And he just stood there by the side of the bed, in a stooped-over position, butt-naked, with little pieces of vomit starting to dry on his upper lip and chin. He glared at Lisa like some crazed lunatic.

“What’re you gonna do now, ass-hole? Murder me? Well, go right ahead, you fucking jerk!” Lisa screamed at the top of her lungs. The tears began pouring down both sides of her face. And her voice was very shaky, as she said, “You’d only be doing me a big favor. My life has been a living hell, since that God damn alien abduction shit! But even if you do get rid of me, you’ve still got a big problem of your own to deal with, Johnny Boy. And I’m definitely glad that I’m not in your shoes right now!”

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“Get your shoes on, Honey. It’s time!” a voice yelled out from nowhere.

“Huh?…What?” John said, as he slowly opened his eyes, and saw a single long-stem red rose lying on top of the night stand, right next to his side of the bed, in his own bedroom.

“The hospital, silly. Lisa’s water broke. And her contractions are less than five minutes apart right now. Well, come on, sleepyhead. Get up out of that bed, and let’s go!”

“Wait a second,” John said, easing himself up into a sitting position on the side of the mattress, “We’re having a baby?”

“No, John. Lisa’s having a baby. And you’re going to be a grandpa. That’s what happens nine months after a girl gets pregnant. Remember? Now, get your shoes on, and let’s go. Before she ends up having it right here in the damn house!” Jan said, as she rapidly scurried out of their bedroom, and left her partially-clothed husband to fend for himself.

“Okay, okay, I’m getting my shoes on,” John said, talking to himself, while he was leaning over to get the shoes that were lying on the carpet, next to the bed. “Damn it! Where the hell are my socks at?” John remarked to himself.

“Hey, Dad, come on!” Bill, John’s 27-year-old son, quickly blurted out from the hallway just outside John’s bedroom, and then ran off.

John heard Bill talking to his very-pregnant, twin sister, Lisa, as he was escorting her towards the car. John had always admired how well Bill and Lisa got along. However, he chalked most of that up to the fact that they were twins. But to John, they sure seemed to act much more like two best friends, instead of brother and sister.

“I’m coming!” John yelled back at Bill, and then immediately realized the irony in the words he had just said, considering the very strange dream he had just finished having.

From somewhere else in the house, John heard Jan’s voice call out loudly.

“John, I called your sister, Val. And she’s going to meet us at the hospital. Hey, do you still think ‘Alex’ is a good name for Lisa’s new baby boy?”

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CHAPTER 13

2002: The Real World

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The real Lisa–whose surname was Ridgeway, not Chadwick–grew up to become a reddish-haired small-breasted woman, just like her mother, Jan. However, Lisa’s hair was a darker shade of red, with more of a reddish-brown tint to it, whereas Jan’s hair was a light golden-red. Lisa just turned 30 this year.

The closest that the real Lisa ever came to having an alien encounter, was when her 20-year-old boyfriend at the time, Rusty Martin, date-raped her in the back seat of his father’s 1977 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme 4-door sedan on the night of her 18th birthday.

Rusty and Lisa had both polished off a couple of illegally-procured “tall boy” 24-ounce cans of Colt 45 malt liquor. And then they had done some pretty heavy petting in the back seat of the car, which was parked in an alley behind an abandoned warehouse, in a run-down part of town.

Rusty had managed to get his hand up under Lisa’s dress, and was thoroughly feeling out her panty-covered pussy. Meanwhile, she was pre-occupied with French-kissing him, while she was feeling out the bulge in the crotch of his jeans, at the same time.

However, once Lisa had a couple of mild orgasms under her belt–and a wet pussy, that was starting to soak the crotch of her panties–things quickly got out-of-hand, when Rusty reached down and unzipped his pants to expose his “package,” and then immediately started to pull Lisa’s panties down.

Even though she was feeling pretty tipsy from the malt liquor, Lisa instantly realized what Rusty was getting ready to do. And she begged and pleaded with him not to have sexual intercourse with her.

But he told her that she wasn’t a little girl anymore, and that she was old enough to behave like a woman–his woman.

He quickly pounced on top of her and held her down, while he yanked the crotch of her panties over to one side, and then shoved his fully-erect penis up deep into her vagina, stretching her hymen in the process, and taking her virginity against her will. He made a few rapid thrusts, and ejaculated within mere seconds.

Lisa was in tears throughout. And it was only by sheer luck that Rusty didn’t get her pregnant that night.

Naturally, just like many young girls back in those times, Lisa never told anyone else about her nasty date-rape experience with Rusty that had brought their relationship to an abrupt end.

Over the course of the next few months, Lisa went on to try to establish romantic relationships with some of the other boys at school that she liked. And she was blessed with such a pretty-looking face–combined with a loving personality–that she never had any problem getting boys to ask her out on dates. In fact, most of the boys at her school would go the extra mile to try to impress Lisa, and hopefully snag her as their girlfriend.

But unfortunately, Lisa always fell hard for the “bad boy” types–just like Rusty Martin–who would inevitably end up using her, and treating her like crap.

Finally, after going through several bad boyfriends, one right after another, Lisa gave up on trying to have anything resembling a normal high school love life. And she outwardly turned to lesbianism, as an alternative. At least, her lesbian girlfriends always treated her well.

Then one night, when her parents were out for the evening, Lisa stayed at home with her twin brother. Even though she had just turned 18 a couple of weeks ago, and was in a steady relationship with a lesbian girl at school, Lisa asked her brother for advice on “boys” and “dating.”

And of course, Bill was surprised by his sister’s continued interest in the opposite sex. But he was more than happy to help Lisa out with her “boy problem.”

Towards the end of their lengthy, serious discussion, while they were still sitting side-by-side on the couch in the den, things had gotten pretty graphic, with them openly talking about intimate sexual topics like “oral sex” and “intercourse positions.”

And Lisa just happened to be feeling really horny that night. But she got even more turned-on when she looked over into Bill’s lap, and noticed that he had an obvious “boner-bulge” at the front of his crotch, as a result of their frank sexual discussion.

And that’s when Lisa shocked Bill by abruptly bringing up the topic of “her own clitoris.”

“I was always ashamed to let any of my boyfriends see it,” Lisa said to Bill. “It’s so large that it makes my pussy look really weird. Let’s just say that my pussy doesn’t look like a normal girl’s pussy.”

“Hey, I know exactly how you feel,” said Bill. “I never told you this, but I’ve got a medical condition called hypospadias. It’s a birth defect of the urethra. So I’ve always been just as ashamed to let a girl see my penis, because I don’t have a piss-hole at the tip of it, like a normal guy does.

“Instead, my dick-head’s kind of weird-looking, and my piss-hole opening is on the underside of my dick, just behind my dick-head. And that’s why I’ve always tried to have sex in the dark, so that my girlfriends can’t see what my dick really looks like.”

“Wow!” Lisa said. “So then both of us have fucked-up genitals.”

“Yeah. Ain’t life grand!” Bill said, very sarcastically. And then his voice changed to a serious tone, and he said, “You know, that’s probably why Mom and Dad never let us take baths together, back when we were kids.”

“You’re probably right about that. Tell ya what,” Lisa said, “You’re my twin brother. And we’re as close as any brother and sister can be. So there really shouldn’t be any secrets between us. Why don’t we make up for the fact that we weren’t allowed to see each other’s ‘nasty parts,’ as kids?”

“Okay, Sis. But where are you going with this?”

Lisa paused for a moment, staring straight into Bill’s eyes. And then she asked him point-blank, “Would you like to see what my pussy looks like?”

“Are you kidding me? What do you expect me to say to a loaded question like that? Of course, I’d love to see your pussy! In fact, the truth is, I’ve been wanting to see your pussy, ever since I was a young boy.”

“Good. Well I feel the same way about your dick. So here’s the deal. I’ll let you see my pussy, but only if you’ll show me your dick first. Deal?”

Bill mulled Lisa’s “offer” over in his mind for a moment, and then said, “Deal.” And they both shook pinky-fingers on it, as Bill added, “But you’ve gotta promise me that you won’t laugh at the way my dick looks.”

“I promise. But only if you promise me that you won’t make fun of the way my pussy looks, either.”

“I promise,” Bill said.

Then he took a deep breath, and stood up, and bravely took off his shorts and underwear, before sitting back down on the couch, right beside Lisa. He spread his legs apart a little bit, and twisted his body towards Lisa, so that she could get a good look at his erect dick, and his modest-size balls.

“Oh my God!” Lisa remarked, when she saw what Bill’s dick-head looked like. “Where’s your piss-hole at? It looks like you don’t even have one at all.”

“Oh, I’ve got one, alright,” Bill replied. “It’s just that it’s normally hidden.”

Bill reached down and retracted his short, circumcised foreskin downward towards the base of his shaft, in order to expose the small circular hole that had been hidden deep down inside the fold of his foreskin, and perfectly centered on the underside of his shaft.

“See?” Bill said, as he was revealing his previously-hidden piss-hole opening to Lisa’s hungry eyes. “Wow! That’s really cool!” Lisa honestly replied. “It’s kind of round. Just like a girl’s piss-hole.”

“Yeah. That’s true,” Bill candidly admitted. “But there isn’t a girl in this world who can ejaculate sperm out of her little round piss-hole. And that makes me pretty unique. Don’t you think?”

“Oh, hell yes!” Lisa exclaimed. “Really, I’m not kidding you, Bill. You’ve got one of the sexiest-looking dicks that I’ve ever seen! You shouldn’t be ashamed of it.”

But Bill was still ashamed of it. And it didn’t matter to him what Lisa had just told him. He assumed that she was just trying to patronize him. To make him feel better about his weird-looking dick-head.

And Bill was also feeling quite embarrassed by the way that Lisa had been just sitting there, and staring at his stiff, 6-inch-long penis the whole time.

He removed his hand from his dick, letting the foreskin naturally fold back over the top of his piss-hole, to once again hide it from Lisa’s prying eyes. And he said to Lisa, “Okay. Now it’s your turn.”

Without taking her eyes off of Bill’s dick and balls, Lisa stood up, and took off her own shorts and panties, before sitting back down on the couch. She twisted her body towards Bill’s, and spread her legs far enough apart so that he could clearly see her completely hairless crotch and pussy mound.

“Okay, Sis,” Bill said, finding it nearly impossible to take his eyes away from his sister’s totally-shaved pussy. “So what’s next?”

“Oh, I think you already know,” Lisa cryptically said, as she reached across and wrapped her right hand around Bill’s erect penis. And she began squeezing it, and feeling out the various parts of it.

She was especially intrigued by the little, round, feminine-looking piss-hole on the underside of Bill’s shaft. She just kept reaching down, and feeling it over and over again, using the tip of her middle finger.

And Lisa was all of the sudden overcome with the strong urge to lean down and lick Bill’s piss-hole opening, which was something that she absolutely loved doing to her lesbian girlfriends’ piss-holes. But of course, Lisa didn’t actually act on her “piss-hole licking” urge. At least, not yet.

“Lisa, are you sure you wanna do this?” Bill asked.

“Uh-huh,” Lisa hummed back, eagerly nodding her head, as she started slowing hand-pumping the shaft of his dick.

But Bill was still hesitant about reciprocating Lisa’s actions.

So she leaned over, and softly whispered in his ear, “Come on, Baby. It’s okay. I want you to play with my pussy. I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life. Please don’t disappoint me now.”

And Lisa immediately began giving Bill a series of very gentle kisses up and down the side of his neck, just below the ear that she was whispering into.

At the same time, Lisa grabbed hold of Bill’s hand with her free hand, pulling it all the way across to her crotch, and placing it onto her bare pussy, so that he could feel out her large clitoris, along with the rest of her pussy. Needless to say, once Lisa let go of his hand, Bill was more than happy to leave his hand down between Lisa’s legs.

And one thing naturally led to another, and before everything was said and done, they both ended up butt-naked, and having no-holds-barred sex with each other.

And Lisa eventually got to lick Bill’s little round piss-hole, just like she had wanted to earlier.

Bill lost his virginity to his own sister that evening (which was something that he didn’t confess to Lisa until several months later). And he actually got to fuck Lisa in all sorts of body positions, until he had finally managed to ejaculate inside her pussy three different times, leaving them both totally satiated.

And that’s how Lisa’s secret sexual relationship with her twin brother began. And over the next seven and a half years, while Lisa maintained her lesbian lifestyle for all the outside world to see, she and Bill would secretly rendevous to have sex whenever they could–but only during Lisa’s “safe times”–until Lisa’s luck finally ran out, when she ovulated twice during the same month, and got pregnant with Bill’s child in early 1996.

That was a double whammy for Bill. At Lisa’s insistence, Bill had been dating other girls every so often (whenever he could actually find a girl who wanted to date him, that is), throughout the first year that he was carrying on his secret sexual relationship with his twin sister. And towards the end of 1988, when Bill was 19, he managed to find an 18-year-old girl, named Julie, who happened to like and “appreciate” his strange-looking hypospadic penis, almost as much as his twin sister did.

Bill also managed to knock Julie up while they were out on their fifth date together, which was only the second time that he ever had sexual intercourse with her. Bill later found out that Julie had been secretly wanting to get impregnated, long before he ever met her. And so she had lied to him all along, telling him that she was on The Pill (when she really wasn’t using any form birth control at all), just so that he would go ahead and fuck her–and hopefully get her pregnant. And of course, Bill went ahead and did the honorable thing. He married Julie, when he found out that she was pregnant with his child: a baby girl, named Patricia.

To add insult to injury, Bill soon discovered that Julie had been lying to him all along about something else that was pretty important, as far as Bill was concerned. The truth was that Julie absolutely hated the way that Bill’s hypospadic penis looked, even calling it “gross-looking” and “disgusting” right to his face on their wedding night, and then insisting that they have sex in the dark, so that she wouldn’t have to look at his “ugly dick” anymore.

And to make matters even worse, since Bill and Julie were complete opposites, personality-wise, they both fought like cats and dogs in their own apartment for nearly two years, before Bill finally couldn’t take it anymore, and filed for a divorce. But at least he managed to maintain part-time custody of his little girl, Trish, who he absolutely adored. But of course, he had to temporarily move back into his parent’s home, as a result of the messy divorce.

So given these horrible background circumstances surrounding his entire joke of a marriage to his ex-wife, it’s quite understandable that Bill wanted Lisa to get an abortion.

But Lisa wanted to have the baby.

So Lisa hashed things out with Bill. And they finally agreed that she could go ahead and have the baby, but only under the condition that they would tell everyone that Lisa had gotten drunk one night, and fucked some guy that she picked up at a bar for a “one-night stand,” and that that was how she had gotten pregnant.

Bill made Lisa promise that she would never tell another living soul–even her own child–who the real father was.

Lisa agreed to Bill’s terms, but only under the condition that Bill had to promise her that, after she had the baby, he would never have sex with her again.

But Bill and Lisa both decided to continue fucking like rabbits throughout the whole nine months of Lisa’s pregnancy. They both figured that “the damage had already been done,” and so they might as well enjoy themselves as much as they possibly could, until the baby finally came.

Lisa ended up having a healthy baby boy. And she named her son “Alex,” in honor of her father, John Ridgeway, whose middle name was Alexander. Ironically, Lisa’s mother, Jan, hit menopause during the same year that Alex was born.

The real Lisa and her 6-year-old son, Alex, now live in Austin, Texas, with her lesbian live-in lover, Vicki, who just happens to make her living as a stripper at a local topless bar.

Lisa “dances” too. At the same topless bar. She uses the lucrative income to support herself and Alex, while she’s putting herself through college. She hopes to become a psychotherapist someday.

The real John Ridgeway is just about to turn 52. And he’s still sexually active. But not with his wife, Jan.

For the last five years, Jan hadn’t wanted anything to do with John, when it came to sex. She had actually banished him from their previously-shared bedroom, and made him sleep in a different bedroom in their large two-story, four-bedroom suburban home.

So John masturbates a lot nowadays.

And before he does, he usually goes to his “secret hiding place” and retrieves a sealed, gallon-size plastic freezer bag. Inside the large, folded-in-half transparent bag is a pair of plain white soiled nylon panties that had belonged to his twin sister, Val, who has since passed away.

Of course, John always has to sneak the panties into the bathroom with him, because Jan would most likely get upset, if she knew what he was doing.

John has always been less than happy with the penis that God gave him. When he was a young man, his fully-erect penis was only about 4 1/2 inches long. And now, it was even shorter than that. And the head of his penis was so large that it accounted for nearly half of his entire penis-length.

John had been “blessed with” a dick-head that had an extremely unusual-looking, drastically flared-out corona encircling the rear of it. The head of John’s dick was so wide, in relationship to the short narrow shaft of his penis, that his erect penis almost looked like a large, flesh-colored mushroom.

Jan used to tell him that she absolutely loved his “little mushroom-dick.” But John always suspected that Jan was just patronizing him, because she loved him, and didn’t want to hurt him by admitting to him that she really wished that the man she married would have had a longer penis.

Of course, John’s short penis had worked well enough to produce two healthy children with Jan. And he really didn’t care that much anymore that he wasn’t well-hung. At this point in his life, he assumed that he would probably never stick his penis into any woman’s vagina ever again.

John had gained a lot of weight over the last 20 years. And now his belly was so big, that he couldn’t look down and see his own erect penis, when he was in a standing position.

And John liked to be able to look at his own penis during masturbation. And the easiest way to accomplish this nowadays, was for him to jack off in front of a mirror. So the bathroom naturally became his preferred masturbation location.

Jan, on the other hand, had maintained a very good-looking, slender figure for a woman her age. This was primarily due to the fact that her hips were narrow, and her breasts were still very small and firm, just like the A-cup size breasts that one would expect to find on the chest of a young, teenage girl.

John thought that part of the reason why Jan refused to share her bed with him anymore, was at least partially due to the fact of how overweight he now was–in addition to the “menopause thing,” of course. John also assumed that Jan wasn’t interested in having sex anymore.

Nothing could have been further from the truth. Jan, at age 48, was almost as sexually active nowadays, as she had been when she was still having sex with John–except that John’s short penis had been replaced by an 8-inch-long, realistic-looking, flesh-colored, vibrating, penis-shaped dildo that Jan had gotten as a gag-gift for her birthday 4 years ago from a close female friend of hers.

John didn’t know about the dildo. And Jan kept it well-hidden, whenever she wasn’t using it. It was one of the few “new-fangled inventions” that she had really taken a liking to. In fact, Jan had secretly purchased several other “new-fangled inventions” (vaginal and anal toys) over the last 4 years, and had put them all to good use, from time to time.

And, just like John, Jan found herself masturbating a lot nowadays. However, unlike John, she preferred to do it in her own bedroom.

Jan and her daughter, Lisa, were very close. In fact, they behaved much more like sisters, than mother and daughter.

One night, Jan confessed to Lisa that the real reason why she had banished John from her bedroom was that, just five years before, back in the year 1997, she had accidentally found a pair of panties in a plastic freezer bag, hidden underneath some clothing, at the very rear of the bottom drawer of John’s dresser.

Jan assumed that the panties had belonged to a young girl, and she knew that John was extremely fond of his then-9-year-old granddaughter, Trish. He was always setting Trish on his lap, or giving her horsey-rides on his leg, or tickling her all over her body.

So naturally, Jan assumed that the panties in the plastic bag in John’s dresser drawer had to belong to her granddaughter. Of course, it never dawned on Jan–because she didn’t take the time to closely examine them–that the panties she found in John’s dresser might have been way too large to belong to a 9-year-old girl.

But Jan just knew, deep down in her heart, that the man she thought she loved, was putting her granddaughter through the same kind of thing that Jan herself went through with one of her own uncles, when she was a young girl.

Jan never told John about it, but she admitted to Lisa that her Uncle Ed had sexually molested her, under the guise of “playing little games” with her, and that he had done it on numerous occasions.

“My God! That must have been a lot for you to handle as a young girl.” Lisa said, empathizing with her mother.

At the same time, Lisa seriously doubted Jan’s claim that the panties she had discovered in John’s dresser drawer were actually Trish’s panties. After all, from what Lisa could remember, her father had never made any sexual advances towards her, throughout her entire childhood. Sure, he had changed Lisa’s diapers when she was a baby, and given her baths when she was a toddler. And throughout Lisa’s early grade school years, her father had even gone into the bathroom with her on several occasions, and helped clean her up after she had accidentally peed her pants, while she was outside playing with her little friends. But none of this had been sexual in nature, as far as Lisa was concerned. It was nothing more than a great father taking care of his little girl.

And so Lisa just knew, deep down in her heart, that those panties of John’s had to belong to someone who wasn’t his young granddaughter, Trish.

“Yes, it certainly was a lot to handle,” Jan agreed with Lisa’s assessment, and then went on to admit to Lisa that because of this traumatic childhood experience with her Uncle Ed, Jan had rarely performed oral sex on John throughout their entire marriage. And the few times that she did, she said that it was only because John had absolutely insisted on it.

Jan went on to further confess to Lisa that she never allowed John to ejaculate in her mouth, during those rare times when she did “give in,” and suck John’s dick.