=sissy stuff i wrote today=

i've been using a free website called 750 words to help keep me on pace to write a new porn novel. It's a great site based on the premise that it's always better to write something than nothing—that being a writer entails first and foremost sitting down to WRITE something (as opposed to doing a thousand-and-one-other things waiting for inspiration to strike.) 

You can find the site here 750words.com

Here's what I wrote today. It's an unedited & quickly-written draft of a scene between my two main characters-----

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Go on. She was sucking her lover, lubricating him so he could fuck you.

She was really getting into it, too. I could hear her back there, slurping and slobbering all over his genitals, moaning and mewling. She was so turned on. He even had to tell her to stop at one point or she was going to make him cum in her mouth. She was only supposed to be warming up that particular load for me. "Plenty more where this one's coming from," he consoled her. "This shot is for that sissygirl hubby of yours. Don't be selfish." She mewled and reluctantly let his genitals fall from her mouth. She wanted to see me get fucked even more than she wanted to take the load for herself. At least this time, she did. He had her guide that huge black prick of his right into my virgin rosebud. "Do it. Put it in your sissy hubby's asshole. Look how much he wants it, isn't that right sissy?" What could I do but agree? I didn't know what I wanted at that point, except for this whole nightmare to end. "Your beautiful slut of a wife who you could never satisfy with that puny limp little clittie of yours is guiding my hard black monster cock right into your asshole. Once I'm done with fucking you, it's going to become your sissypuss. Understand, faggot?" I moaned and shook my head and when he said he couldn't hear me I said it, "that yes I understood. That I wanted him to fuck my asshole and turn it into a sissypuss." Even as well lubricated as it was, fresh from my wife's mouth, it still took some doing to stuff that big black cock inside me. But in it went, inch by excruciating inch. I was practically out of my mind with the pain and the humiliation of it all, but I hadn't an ounce of resistance left. My wife guided him inside me all the way to his purple-black balls, whose prickly hairs I felt scratching at the smooth white globes of my no-longer virgin ass. She was fucking me, fucking me with her lover's black cock. She patted my raw asscheek. "There," she cooed, in a voice that was almost sympathetic, "he's all the way in. You took it all. I'm so proud of you, sweetie. You're fucked now."

Wow, you sure were fucked. They both fucked you.

Not quite yet. But they were awful close. There was still the grand finale.

Well, don't hold out on me, now, sweetie. Bring me to the climax.

He was really slamming it into me. I could hardly believe I had taken it all in and now he was pulling it almost all the way out and shoving it back inside me like it was practically nothing.

He was opening you up.

He was tearing me up. Ruining me, back there. That's what it felt like. I thought I'd have to wear a diaper for the rest of my life. Like I'd never be able to hold my poor sissypuss closed again.

Poor baby.

At some point he said he wanted his balls massaged. He wanted to warm up the babies he was going to plant inside me. He said he was breeding me and after I had his babies inside him—by which I guess he meant his sperm—I'd be a sissyfaggot forever. "Warm them up bitch," he was shouting in between thrusting grunts, "warm up my babies." I don't know how I managed to get my hand back there but I did. I was so scared of him at this point I'd have done anything he asked. But when I managed to reach back there was already a hand there. It was my wife's. He had been talking to her. He'd been telling her to massage his balls, not me. He wanted my wife to warm up the babies he was going to breed me with. My wife was already had it covered. She slapped my hand away, annoyed, and then she laughed. They both laughed. "He really wants my babies bad, don't you bitch?" This time he was talking to me. "Yes," I whimpered. "Tell me." "I want your babies bad." "How bad?" "So so bad. More than anything. Please breed me. Please fill me with your babies." It was terrible, the things I heard myself saying. And what was even worse was the fact that I actually meant it. At that point, I really did want him to complete what he started. I wanted him to fill me with his superior black sperm.