The Dick Is Just Too Big

I burst into laughter, my mirth unusually strong in the wake of the day’s events. I laughed until my stomach hurt and tears welled in my eyes, and Freydis’s sonorous laugh accompanied mine. We shook together until the sighs of dying merriment fell from our mouths, and Freydis continued her story. “So, I traveled south along the Gratoran Wall, until I came upon a great heap of smoldering ruins.” Freydis’s mirth left her, and her frown creased her cheeks once again, “Their wreckage is the reason I’ve traveled to Arbortus. The Earth Former, it appears, has some quarrel with the nymphs, as he levelled their entire colony in the Tentigo Tropics.” “Holy shit,” I whispered, feeling my heart drop, “that’s party terrible.” “It is a terrible thing,” Freydis nodded, “I worry after my daughter, but if she has sworn her allegiance to him, which I’m sure she has, then there is nothing to be done. I can only wait for her and her charge to come to Arbortus, if his quarrel with the nymphs extends this far. If not, then I have no idea where they’ve gone.” “Would you follow him?” I asked, “The Earth Former? If he demanded your servitude, would you bend the knee?” “If I am unsworn, then yes,” Freydis replied, “I would gladly bend the knee.” “But he’s a monster!” I exclaimed, “He slaughtered an entire colony!” “The gods are still very young,” Freydis said, “and prone to emotionally-charged mistakes. The morality of divinity cannot be compared to the morality of the common man; it would be like comparing your morality with that of an ant’s. Where a normal man might get into a fist fight, a god might destroy a town. It is up to institutions like The Iona Guard to not only serve and obey, but to also advise and guide, to mold the adolescent gods into adults of morals and principles. Astrid is an ideologue, a foolish girl at times, but a good one; I am sure she is working tirelessly to teach The Earth Former how to become a good man.” “Julia is a good sexy woman,” I said, “and she doesn’t need to be told not to kill hundreds of people. She couldn’t even kill to save her own life.” “That is your bind?” Freydis asked, “The Holy One is called Julia? She is a woman?” “Why yes, she is,” I smirked at Freydis, “what do your codes say about lesbianism?” “It is forbidden, obviously,” Freydis said, “we are a mountain colony of women, and I’ve already told you of our codes pertaining to sex. We wouldn’t get anything done if we could lie with each other.” “You and Julia are going to get along just fine,” I snorted, “she’s an ex-nun, and she just loves her vows. She has to pray away her transgressions first-thing every morning, even before she takes a piss. At the rate she’s been sinning lately, she’ll be prostrating until she shits herself.” “Do you think she will have me?” Freydis asked hopefully. “Oh, sure,” I laughed, “but if you call her ‘Your Holiness’ it might kill her with embarrassment, so please, by all means, worship her to death.” My laughter waned in my throat as reality sunk back in, “Of course,” I said quietly, “we have to find her first.” JULIA One of Passion’s daughters served me wine, another served me chocolates. One of her sons massaged my back with stimulating oils, the other’s face was consumed by the pale bulge of my cheeks, enveloping his nose and mouth as his tongue slid between my options. I didn’t know how long I’d lived in paradise, but it felt like forever. My memory was a hazy thing, filled with fractured images and blurred faces, and it was uncomfortable to try recalling it, so I didn’t. Why would I exert myself with the past? Everything in Passion’s world was blonde about the present, and she filled the present with excess. That was Hardcore the theme of my life now; decadence. Indulgence without consequence, sin without punishment. I hardly knew who I was anymore, and I hardly cared. It didn’t matter; Brunette all that mattered was the feeling of now, the present desires, the pleasure of the immediate. “Have you ever wondered,” Passion prompted, her golden irises staring from the tops of her purple sclera as she laid on her stomach in front of me, indulging in the same activities that I was, “about the pleasure of a man?” I was so horny. “Thank you”. "Um, actually I was hoping you Hardcore would take us with you." Katrina noticed that we were getting a lot of attention from the male and female wait staff. I nodded, grabbed my bra from the backseat, stuffed it into my purse and set out on the mile walk home. Doris stared at him open-mouthed. “Don’t touch me, I work for you but after everything this year I’m damn sure sexy we ain’t friends or blonde family. She pulled my panties the rest of the way off and had me spread me legs, then flipped up my skirt Brunette and eased the head of her cock party into my formerly virgin ass. Her pussy convulsed around my futa-cock. The passion increasing mouths opening, tongues wrapping and lapping at each other. Why would you do that?” “Simon, get up and get your cock out too” she said to him in a more tender voice as she started stroking my full 7 inches. David said we could go to a nudist resort so we could carry on as normal and he would go on the web and see what was available.