Date: Thu, 2 Oct 2003 14:35:45 -0700 From: PAUL MENDENHALL Subject: Designer Family, Part 3 You all have heard about my family from Danielle, who used to be our daddy. She asked me to share my experiences with you too. I am Jody, third wife of our wonderful husband, Tony. Just a few years ago I was a little boy, and had no idea whom I really was or what would make me happy. When Tony began to grow into the superman he is today, it was so exciting to me! He used to let me feel his muscles. I loved sitting on his lap, his big arms around me. I would rest my head on his chest and want to stay there forever. The feel of his muscles and his smell would give me a funny feeling in my tummy, and my little clitty would swell, though I was silly enough to think it was a penis then. I found out soon enough what a real penis looked like. I walked into Tony's room one day when he was doing his jelqing exercises, running his hands up his huge shaft over and over. I couldn't believe how big it was! He displayed it to me proudly, and even let me feel it. He asked me if I'd like to give it a kiss, which I did. Later, in my room, I looked at the tiny nubbin between my legs, and realized I wasn't a boy at all, if that was what they were supposed to look like. About that time, my other brother, James-Michael, who we usually called Mickey or Jamie, began dressing as a girl full-time. He had been doing it in secret for a while, though he let me see him that way. He made such a pretty girl, I was glad when Daddy decided to help him become one completely. As his breasts grew, I was so envious. I wanted a pretty pair of titties too, and to wear nice dresses. I began to play dress-up with Michelle, and it was such fun being sisters! One thing I didn't understand though was why she began to sleep in Tony's bed. Michelle then explained to me about men and women, and how we could satisfy them with our mouths and pussies. After that, I understood the funny feelings I got around Tony, and I even began to look at Daddy in a different way. But soon, Daddy realized he was really a woman too, and Tony started to have sex with him as well. Soon Daddy was Danielle, and Tony was the man of the house. When he asked us to marry him, we were all so happy! And when he took our testicles, it was so wonderful to know that I would never have to worry about boy-stuff ever again. I was truly a girl now. But I wanted to be a woman! It was so frustrating being in bed with Tony as he fucked his other two wives. He did his best to see I wasn't left out, but drinking his sperm and sucking on my sister's clits just wasn't the same as being taken by him. Tony bought me a series of dildos of increasing size, and I practiced with them, trying to dilate my tiny hole so I could take him, but I couldn't get close to his massive size. Tony found me crying on my bed, and got out of me what the problem was. He held me tight and said that he would fix the situation. I didn't know what he meant, but the next day he told me to pack a bag. We were going to spend some time at the ocean, just he and I, and it would be a honeymoon, just for us. I was so happy! Our room was a beautiful suite overlooking the sea. We spent the day on the beach, and I loved showing off my girlish figure in my new bikini. Tony was the center of attention, with his incredible physique, and huge bulge. I was so proud to be his girl! After dinner, we went to our room, and Tony told me to get ready for bed. I went to the bathroom and douched myself thoroughly, followed by a nice long bubble bath. I put on my prettiest teddy, and joined my husband. He was lying in bed, the sheet over his lower body, his beautiful face and muscles making him look like a god. I slid in next to him, and he looked deep into my eyes and began to kiss me. Oh, the tenderness and passion in those kisses! This was the first time we had ever been alone together, and it was magical. He began to suckle on my titties, and the sensations ran all through me. Then down he went, to my clitty, and further, to my pussy. He gave it a sweet kiss, his beard sending spasms of delight through my body. Then he started to lick, and thrust his tongue into my hungry hole. Deeper and deeper he went, until his tongue found a magic spot inside me, and I went into a devastating all-over orgasm, my vagina gripping his tongue in my frenzy. When I came down from my high, I opened my eyes, and saw my inflamed cunt-lips, and my hole dilated bigger than I had ever seen it. Tony had a firm grip on his organ, as though he was trying to keep the blood out of it, and it was in fact only half-hard. He pushed the semi-soft head through my orifice, and began to feed me the meat, inch by inch. There was no pain, as his softened state allowed his phallus to bend with my every bend, following my curves deep into me. Soon, his huge balls were pressed into my crack. I had it all! I threw my arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately. Then I felt his cock begin to grow. My labia stretched and stretched around the expanding shaft and the head pressed deeper and deeper into my abdomen. I could actually see its progress through my body, the bulge in my tummy going higher and higher, until it stopped somewhere in the region of my heart. Tony was panting with desire, and I realized what an effort of will it was taking for him to control his lust. My love for him was so great I thought my heart would burst. "Oh, Tony; don't hold back anymore! Give me your love!" I cried. With a howl, Tony began to thrust, increasing the length of his stroke slowly, until all but the huge flanged head was pulling out of me. I watched in amazement. How could I be taking the world's biggest penis at my age? But I was, and there was no pain, just joy, and a steadily building tension, a need for release. It built and built until it came like a dam bursting, an orgasm so powerful, all the others I had had seemed like the merest hints of what was now happening. I screamed in ecstasy, and my pussy began to ripple and pulse in a way that pulled Tony's flood of spunk from his bursting balls. On and on it went, until my mind couldn't cope, and I lost consciousness. That was the first of several matings that night. The next morning, I couldn't walk, and Tony had to carry me to the car. Danielle did a thorough physical on me, but I was fine; just well fucked. How can I describe my life to you since then? To be the wife of Tony is to be thoroughly his, and to not want anything else. There is no jealousy between we wives; there is more than enough Tony to go around! He alternates sleeping with each of us, and on the seventh day we all sleep together. Once every third day is about right, as I need that much time to recover. Tony tells me that I am his favorite, though I think he might say the same to the others. It may be true though. He loves the big boobs I have grown on my small body, and my pussy is certainly the tightest. Of course he needs to cum more than once a day. He trains twice daily, and we take turns sucking him off after he is pumped and horny. In some ways I like that best. There is something so satisfying about being between his legs, looking up at him while I service his organ. It feels so safe and so right to be on my knees before him: my lover, my husband, my god. Speaking of which, I have to go now; Tony is calling for some head.