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Fiction / Re: Morgan and the Maneaters (a femcan story)
« on: March 19, 2019, 06:06:07 PM »
(continued from previous post)
Morgan had a nice, spacious backyard. Even though there wasn’t a pool to complete the “beach party” theme, she did have a huge patio area with several picnic tables, a couple of gas powered barbecue grills, and even a volleyball net set up in the grass beyond. She even had tiki torches planted in the grass. Maybe this could still be a “beach party” after all.
And, as Morgan had promised, there was a giant fire pit full of charcoal with an eight foot roasting skewer above it, perfect for roasting a giant pig Hawaiian style.
There was also a black leather massage table of some sort, which struck Neal as a slightly odd thing to have in your backyard patio.
He didn’t have time to contemplate this. The women left their high heels indoors and quickly set to work, darting around the backyard making preparations as if they’d done this many times before: bringing out paper plates and plastic utensils, readying the barbecue coals in the pit, setting out condiments on the picnic tables.
They guided Neal over to stand in a designated spot near one of those tables, where the next thing he knew, his swim trunks were being yanked down to his ankles and he found himself standing with his genitals exposed for the third time that evening.
In front of this big crowd, he felt not unlike he had on the day of that awful prank so long ago, but what a difference a few years made. Could any of the kids who’d witnessed his humiliation that afternoon at Donner High ever imagine that one day “Neal the Seal” would again be standing stark naked in front of Morgan, her Maneaters and all these other hot girlfriends of theirs?
But where they once looked disgusted by his naked body, now it looked like they wanted to devour it. They stared at his erect cock in particular with a craving lust that seemed to mesmerize them with hunger. And the more intensely the backyard beach beauties stared at him, the more erect he became.
Many of them were taking out their phones again, to capture the moment. Neal supposed he should have protested, or at least asked them to promise they’d keep the recordings private, but he was too drunk and too delirious inside this waking wet dream.
Suddenly he felt a spongy substance enveloping his hard dick, and he looked down.
One of the girls, an over-endowed, pigtailed brunette in a one-piece halter with plenty of sideboob, was holding his manhood in a hot dog bun. She wasn’t even looking at him, just his frankfurter…Salivating, like she wanted to take a bite right then and there.
Hot dog time, he thought.
Morgan appeared next to the pigtailed girl, elbowing her aside as she kneeled down with a ketchup bottle in hand.
“No cutting in line, Cindy.”
Cindy pouted, stood up and walked away as Morgan squirted the red tomato paste up and down the length of his shaft.
“Hold still, fuckmeat” she giggled. “We wouldn’t want any accidents, would we?”
Before he could ask what that meant, Morgan was backing from him and shouting to the group.
“Okay, bitches…Come n’ get it!”
They descended on him like ravenous dogs and Neal nearly screamed. Maybe he did, he couldn’t even hear himself over the sound of the women’s frenzied war cries.
Of course, there wasn’t enough room for them all to converge around his cockdog, but that was the game.
Only six or seven of them successfully pushed their way past the others for a spot to drop to their knees before him. Within moments, Neal had a couple women’s mouths at either side of his meat, a couple underneath the shaft, and one at his dickhead.
They nibbled away the hot dog bun and licked up the ketchup slathered around Neal’s cock with their own slathering tongues. In ten seconds the bun and ketchup were all gone, leaving only his pulsing meat.
Neal would have enjoyed it more except for being so terrified that in their mania they’d actually bite his dick. But they had all demonstrated perfect control in how they used their teeth around his meat. Obviously, this was a party game Morgan’s friends had practice playing with their male guests of honor.
Catching his breath, Neal looked down at the women’s ketchup stained mouths smiling back up at him. They almost looked like a pack of animals with bloody maws. Among them were Brenda De Weerdt and Kelsey Lawler.
“Good thing this cock of yours stayed fat” giggled Brenda, wiping the corner of her mouth.
“Yeah” said Kelsey, blonde tresses of hair dangling down her face. “You could’ve been a Donner Bulldog with a cock like this!”
Morgan stepped back in front of him with another hotdog bun in hand, shooing the girls away with it.
“Okay, clear out, clear out! It’s time for round two and no double dipping! Everyone who’s already gotten a taste, make way!!”
The round one girls got off their knees, and walked away from Neal’s dick to a nearby picnic table for napkins to clean their messy faces.
“How many times are you gonna do this?” asked Neal.
“Why, don’t think you can handle it, fuckmeat?” grinned Morgan.
Why’d she keep calling him that?
“No, I mean it’s great, I just…”
“Two more” she answered. “Try to hold back until round three for me, ‘kay?”
Morgan tucked Neal’s raging red sausage into the yellowish bread. She was handed a yellow bottle of mustard, which she shook and then squeezed onto him. Knowing it would sting a little, so she called out for the next wave of attack as she finished applying the condiment.
“Round two! Aaaand…feast!!”
The slightly smaller herd stampeded forward, and another small group of women won their places at the feeding trough. Feeling safer as they cleaned his cock, Neal suddenly found it very hard not to cum.
He had only lost his virginity a couple years ago, and though he’d always thought blowjobs weren’t supposed to use teeth, feeling all those pretty little pairs of teeth around his dick, while their tongues flailed all over every inch of him, was strangely stimulating. How had he never noticed before how women’s teeth were completely different from men’s?
Mary Harvey, the curly haired redhead was among this pack of competitive eaters, as was Nina Sandoval.
“Wow” said Mary, licking the last little dollop of yellow from his underside. “I’m definitely going to remember you at our next reunion, Neal.”
Nina nodded in agreement, then grinned at him and kissed the side of his plumped-up prick with her plump cartoon lips.
Good lord, Nina, thought Neal. You’re gonna be kissing your kids goodnight with those same lips.
They scooted away and Morgan swooped back in front of him with a third hotdog bun and final topping, some zesty barbecue sauce.
Neal winced as it was applied, his poor sausage feeling a little sore after being so lavished with attention. He wasn’t sure he could hold out much longer.
“Tell me when you’re about to shoot” whispered Morgan.
“Okay” he grunted.
“Round Three!!” she shouted, a little too close to his ears.
The last cluster of them came running forward, and their mouths fell all over him, including that of Cecilia Yang, Krystal Stein and good lord, even Lisa Bartlett!
Seconds later the hotdog bun disappeared and the women began tongue-bathing the barbecue sauce from his spoiled dick. Neal’s eyes were transfixed on Lisa’s angelic face as she slurped wantonly at the side of his sausage. He’d once dreamed of a wholesome, all-American girl like her being his girlfriend so they could do wholesome things together like sharing popcorn at the movies, or hot dogs at baseball games.
He should’ve known that however innocent she looked, she was one of the Maneaters and this was the only kind of hotdog she cared about.
As Cecilia, Krystal and the rest of them continued their assault, Lisa looked up at him and winked. It was too much.
“Morgan!” he cried.
The hostess rushed back in front of him and the other women cleared a path for her.
Dropping to her knees in front of Neal’s cockhead, Morgan inserted his tip into her mouth, while the others continued to kiss, lick and nibble the rest of his swollen member.
Cecilia paused from flicking her little pink tongue at the right side of his barbecue flavored sausage, and she looked up at him with a hazy expression glazed over her hooded eyelids.
“Ooohh, yes. Feed her, Neal…”
She went back to licking him and Krystal looked up from among the other bobbing heads of the party guests nuzzling crotch.
“Yeah, fuckmeat!” she sneered. “Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted!? Do it already!”
Lisa looked up at him again too, smiling brightly through her red-stained teeth.
“Cum down her throat, Neal! Go for it!” she cried.
Neal’s knees buckled and his face grimaced as the pent up load inside him erupted into Morgan’s mouth, who swallowed it in gulps without spilling a drop.
The rest of the women cheered and applauded as Neal almost fell over backwards, before several party guests came to help him stay standing.
“Easy there, big guy!” one laughed.
Morgan rose to her feet, placed a hand on her chest, and let out a loud belch that put everyone into hysterics except for Neal, who was still wheezing for breath.
“Damn” said Morgan, patting her belly as she looked around and grinned at her friends. “We forgot to bring the mayo for these cockdogs, good thing Neal brought his!”
“Hmm. I think he still looks really tense” said Brenda De Weerdt.
“You’re right” agreed Krystal Stein. “Why don’t we bring him over to the ‘massage table’ now, Morgan?”
The others hollered their approval.
“Okay, let’s do this thing” said Morgan. “We’ve all had our appetizers, now it’s go time.”
Appetizers? thought Neal, as the ladies prodded him towards the black leather massage table between the patio area and barbecue pit.
“Come on” said a thin blonde in a high-legged dalmatian-print bikini.
“Yeah, lay down here, Neal” coaxed a raven-haired beauty in a tiger striped one-piece. “Lay on your stomach, we’re not done pampering you yet…Fuckmeat.”
The way she said “fuckmeat” almost sounded like a threat, but Neal did as he was told and climbed onto the plush table. His head was spinning, and it was such a relief not to be standing up anymore, trying not to cum while tipsy, that he collapsed face first.
It was strange how the massage table had a section cut out in its center for his belly and genitals to hang out of, though.
A speciality massage table for a ‘happy ending’ to be milked out from underneath, he guessed. Well, it’s gonna be a few minutes before I’m ready again…
From every direction, ladies’ fingers began to massage and work out the tired muscles of his arms, legs, shoulders, back and bare buttocks.
It was so immediately relaxing that Neal thought his sweaty body would melt into the upholstery.
His eyes closed. Exhausted from sheer pleasure, he drifted off into post-orgasmic sleep as the women’s hands kneaded his flesh like dough, and the soft pleasant chatter of their voices lulled him to sleep…
(continued in next post)
Morgan had a nice, spacious backyard. Even though there wasn’t a pool to complete the “beach party” theme, she did have a huge patio area with several picnic tables, a couple of gas powered barbecue grills, and even a volleyball net set up in the grass beyond. She even had tiki torches planted in the grass. Maybe this could still be a “beach party” after all.
And, as Morgan had promised, there was a giant fire pit full of charcoal with an eight foot roasting skewer above it, perfect for roasting a giant pig Hawaiian style.
There was also a black leather massage table of some sort, which struck Neal as a slightly odd thing to have in your backyard patio.
He didn’t have time to contemplate this. The women left their high heels indoors and quickly set to work, darting around the backyard making preparations as if they’d done this many times before: bringing out paper plates and plastic utensils, readying the barbecue coals in the pit, setting out condiments on the picnic tables.
They guided Neal over to stand in a designated spot near one of those tables, where the next thing he knew, his swim trunks were being yanked down to his ankles and he found himself standing with his genitals exposed for the third time that evening.
In front of this big crowd, he felt not unlike he had on the day of that awful prank so long ago, but what a difference a few years made. Could any of the kids who’d witnessed his humiliation that afternoon at Donner High ever imagine that one day “Neal the Seal” would again be standing stark naked in front of Morgan, her Maneaters and all these other hot girlfriends of theirs?
But where they once looked disgusted by his naked body, now it looked like they wanted to devour it. They stared at his erect cock in particular with a craving lust that seemed to mesmerize them with hunger. And the more intensely the backyard beach beauties stared at him, the more erect he became.
Many of them were taking out their phones again, to capture the moment. Neal supposed he should have protested, or at least asked them to promise they’d keep the recordings private, but he was too drunk and too delirious inside this waking wet dream.
Suddenly he felt a spongy substance enveloping his hard dick, and he looked down.
One of the girls, an over-endowed, pigtailed brunette in a one-piece halter with plenty of sideboob, was holding his manhood in a hot dog bun. She wasn’t even looking at him, just his frankfurter…Salivating, like she wanted to take a bite right then and there.
Hot dog time, he thought.
Morgan appeared next to the pigtailed girl, elbowing her aside as she kneeled down with a ketchup bottle in hand.
“No cutting in line, Cindy.”
Cindy pouted, stood up and walked away as Morgan squirted the red tomato paste up and down the length of his shaft.
“Hold still, fuckmeat” she giggled. “We wouldn’t want any accidents, would we?”
Before he could ask what that meant, Morgan was backing from him and shouting to the group.
“Okay, bitches…Come n’ get it!”
They descended on him like ravenous dogs and Neal nearly screamed. Maybe he did, he couldn’t even hear himself over the sound of the women’s frenzied war cries.
Of course, there wasn’t enough room for them all to converge around his cockdog, but that was the game.
Only six or seven of them successfully pushed their way past the others for a spot to drop to their knees before him. Within moments, Neal had a couple women’s mouths at either side of his meat, a couple underneath the shaft, and one at his dickhead.
They nibbled away the hot dog bun and licked up the ketchup slathered around Neal’s cock with their own slathering tongues. In ten seconds the bun and ketchup were all gone, leaving only his pulsing meat.
Neal would have enjoyed it more except for being so terrified that in their mania they’d actually bite his dick. But they had all demonstrated perfect control in how they used their teeth around his meat. Obviously, this was a party game Morgan’s friends had practice playing with their male guests of honor.
Catching his breath, Neal looked down at the women’s ketchup stained mouths smiling back up at him. They almost looked like a pack of animals with bloody maws. Among them were Brenda De Weerdt and Kelsey Lawler.
“Good thing this cock of yours stayed fat” giggled Brenda, wiping the corner of her mouth.
“Yeah” said Kelsey, blonde tresses of hair dangling down her face. “You could’ve been a Donner Bulldog with a cock like this!”
Morgan stepped back in front of him with another hotdog bun in hand, shooing the girls away with it.
“Okay, clear out, clear out! It’s time for round two and no double dipping! Everyone who’s already gotten a taste, make way!!”
The round one girls got off their knees, and walked away from Neal’s dick to a nearby picnic table for napkins to clean their messy faces.
“How many times are you gonna do this?” asked Neal.
“Why, don’t think you can handle it, fuckmeat?” grinned Morgan.
Why’d she keep calling him that?
“No, I mean it’s great, I just…”
“Two more” she answered. “Try to hold back until round three for me, ‘kay?”
Morgan tucked Neal’s raging red sausage into the yellowish bread. She was handed a yellow bottle of mustard, which she shook and then squeezed onto him. Knowing it would sting a little, so she called out for the next wave of attack as she finished applying the condiment.
“Round two! Aaaand…feast!!”
The slightly smaller herd stampeded forward, and another small group of women won their places at the feeding trough. Feeling safer as they cleaned his cock, Neal suddenly found it very hard not to cum.
He had only lost his virginity a couple years ago, and though he’d always thought blowjobs weren’t supposed to use teeth, feeling all those pretty little pairs of teeth around his dick, while their tongues flailed all over every inch of him, was strangely stimulating. How had he never noticed before how women’s teeth were completely different from men’s?
Mary Harvey, the curly haired redhead was among this pack of competitive eaters, as was Nina Sandoval.
“Wow” said Mary, licking the last little dollop of yellow from his underside. “I’m definitely going to remember you at our next reunion, Neal.”
Nina nodded in agreement, then grinned at him and kissed the side of his plumped-up prick with her plump cartoon lips.
Good lord, Nina, thought Neal. You’re gonna be kissing your kids goodnight with those same lips.
They scooted away and Morgan swooped back in front of him with a third hotdog bun and final topping, some zesty barbecue sauce.
Neal winced as it was applied, his poor sausage feeling a little sore after being so lavished with attention. He wasn’t sure he could hold out much longer.
“Tell me when you’re about to shoot” whispered Morgan.
“Okay” he grunted.
“Round Three!!” she shouted, a little too close to his ears.
The last cluster of them came running forward, and their mouths fell all over him, including that of Cecilia Yang, Krystal Stein and good lord, even Lisa Bartlett!
Seconds later the hotdog bun disappeared and the women began tongue-bathing the barbecue sauce from his spoiled dick. Neal’s eyes were transfixed on Lisa’s angelic face as she slurped wantonly at the side of his sausage. He’d once dreamed of a wholesome, all-American girl like her being his girlfriend so they could do wholesome things together like sharing popcorn at the movies, or hot dogs at baseball games.
He should’ve known that however innocent she looked, she was one of the Maneaters and this was the only kind of hotdog she cared about.
As Cecilia, Krystal and the rest of them continued their assault, Lisa looked up at him and winked. It was too much.
“Morgan!” he cried.
The hostess rushed back in front of him and the other women cleared a path for her.
Dropping to her knees in front of Neal’s cockhead, Morgan inserted his tip into her mouth, while the others continued to kiss, lick and nibble the rest of his swollen member.
Cecilia paused from flicking her little pink tongue at the right side of his barbecue flavored sausage, and she looked up at him with a hazy expression glazed over her hooded eyelids.
“Ooohh, yes. Feed her, Neal…”
She went back to licking him and Krystal looked up from among the other bobbing heads of the party guests nuzzling crotch.
“Yeah, fuckmeat!” she sneered. “Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted!? Do it already!”
Lisa looked up at him again too, smiling brightly through her red-stained teeth.
“Cum down her throat, Neal! Go for it!” she cried.
Neal’s knees buckled and his face grimaced as the pent up load inside him erupted into Morgan’s mouth, who swallowed it in gulps without spilling a drop.
The rest of the women cheered and applauded as Neal almost fell over backwards, before several party guests came to help him stay standing.
“Easy there, big guy!” one laughed.
Morgan rose to her feet, placed a hand on her chest, and let out a loud belch that put everyone into hysterics except for Neal, who was still wheezing for breath.
“Damn” said Morgan, patting her belly as she looked around and grinned at her friends. “We forgot to bring the mayo for these cockdogs, good thing Neal brought his!”
“Hmm. I think he still looks really tense” said Brenda De Weerdt.
“You’re right” agreed Krystal Stein. “Why don’t we bring him over to the ‘massage table’ now, Morgan?”
The others hollered their approval.
“Okay, let’s do this thing” said Morgan. “We’ve all had our appetizers, now it’s go time.”
Appetizers? thought Neal, as the ladies prodded him towards the black leather massage table between the patio area and barbecue pit.
“Come on” said a thin blonde in a high-legged dalmatian-print bikini.
“Yeah, lay down here, Neal” coaxed a raven-haired beauty in a tiger striped one-piece. “Lay on your stomach, we’re not done pampering you yet…Fuckmeat.”
The way she said “fuckmeat” almost sounded like a threat, but Neal did as he was told and climbed onto the plush table. His head was spinning, and it was such a relief not to be standing up anymore, trying not to cum while tipsy, that he collapsed face first.
It was strange how the massage table had a section cut out in its center for his belly and genitals to hang out of, though.
A speciality massage table for a ‘happy ending’ to be milked out from underneath, he guessed. Well, it’s gonna be a few minutes before I’m ready again…
From every direction, ladies’ fingers began to massage and work out the tired muscles of his arms, legs, shoulders, back and bare buttocks.
It was so immediately relaxing that Neal thought his sweaty body would melt into the upholstery.
His eyes closed. Exhausted from sheer pleasure, he drifted off into post-orgasmic sleep as the women’s hands kneaded his flesh like dough, and the soft pleasant chatter of their voices lulled him to sleep…
(continued in next post)