Not a Dick Pump

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There's Two Sides to a Swap

Harry stared on in awe at the beauty that lay before him.  bed of now very sweaty bedsheets, his head on his pillow and his hand on his cock, ready to cum.

Riley Reid, world-renowned porn star, has taken her talents to new heights with a POV live cam show.  Somewhere probably in sunny LA, the feed was littered with other pornstars in the background, probably getting ready for the shoot going on in another room or the backyard pool or something.  The only cock to be seen, the 8-inch beauty Harry had always dreamed of.

Harry gasped at the image the laptop on his chest was able to show him nowadays, technology had really advanced since he was with women like her.  

“Well not really like her”, He thought to himself.  “She’s a 9 or higher, easy”.

His eyes locked with Riley as she stared back into the camera, Harry found himself mumbling, “God, I wish I was the lucky chap who gets to get a BJ from Ril…”

Harry’s dick interrupted his train of thought as he began to cum, his mind racing and fading by the second. 

He waited for another couple seconds with his hands by his sides, ready for yet another under 5-minute orgasm, but it never happened.  Instead, another pair of hands grabbed on and continued where he left off, totally stopping his climax.

He opened his eyes to Riley Reid on her knees where his laptop used to be now actually giving him head.  Gone was his ageing unfit body and his sub-par cock, here was the body of a literal pornstar. 

Harry tried to hide his face of pure shock, fortunately, Riley was forced to stare at the camera attached to a helmet on his forehead.  After a minute, and realizing his newfound stamina, Harry decided to lay back and finish the stream.  There was no need to mess up something of Riley’s because of his wish, he’ll just figure out what happened after…

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It certainly caught Jackson off guard, the eruption of cum on his hand and the rush of ecstasy you get when you orgasm.  He was fine a couple seconds ago, and he had only been going for a couple of minutes  

As his heart slowed and he began to focus, he caught on there being something wrong right away.  Everything felt gross like he hadn’t showered in a couple days.  His body was old, really old.  He had to have been almost 60!

His belly was flabby and accented with silver hairs, and hair was absolutely everywhere now.  As a pornstar he always kept his lower body hair in check, it was basically a job requirement.

He felt weak, and small like he was left in the sun to shrivel up, and he looked up to see her, his costar Riley, giving the adult show of the year without him.  He had swapped bodies with some grandpa jerking off to him!  

It was small but it was the first step to figuring out what had just happened as Jackson himself never got his wish granted.  Well, that was until a very angry looking elderly woman burst into the room he was in.

“Harry, are you FUCKING KID… kidding me?” She silenced herself halfway through the sentence.  “I literally have my family staying over this weekend and you decided now, mid-day was the best time for that?” 

Jackson was still very shocked.  “Bu..but there was a livestream.. and I was…” was all he was able to muster before she walked up and grabbed the laptop from his lap.

“OH it was a live stream and you couldn’t miss it, huh, okay well…” she began as she bent the laptop the wrong way, snapping the screen from the keyboard. 

She walked over to the door, dropping the device in the trash next to the entrance and turning around.  “Harry you’re a pervert.  You needed a break from this crap and I gave it to ya.  Now clean yourself up, get dressed and come downstairs.  Linda’s almost done with lunch and I refuse to come back up for you again”.

She slammed the door behind her leaving Jackson alone and very confused.

Boyfriend and Goddess

When Amanda and I found a magic pendant that could grant wishes, our minds raced with all sorts of different ideas.  Money, riches, popularity; all of these came to mind but there were some more... selfish ideas that came to mind for me.

It wasn’t really that selfish considering I know it would be something she wanted too.  My dick... well... was just average.  Nothing to complain about but nothing special about it to really remember.  I wanted Amanda to have more to enjoy... and me too, of course, so without telling her I used the first wish.

Turns out she wasn’t as happy with the surprise as I thought.  I get that we were thinking about using every wish so that it was evenly shared between the two of us and I guess being able to suck and fuck my new giant dick wasn’t fair on her side.

The only way I could get her to calm down was to agree to let her use the second wish for her own personal gain.  She too wanted to make herself more attractive.  We were in my bedroom together when she said it.  

“I wish you treated and looked at me like the goddess I am”.

I really couldn’t complain.  I was hoping for something along the lines of bigger breasts or something like what I did, but as I felt the spell take effect I knew it didn’t matter.  She was now my dream girl, literally.  Every aspect of her body to me was perfect now.  Her smile gave me butterflies, her eyes captivated me and her body... well I couldn’t imagine it looking any other way.  This is when the story really starts.

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The two of us were quite excited to spend the night together to test out our wishes.  I knew she was still indifferent about what I did but I couldn’t stop thinking about her wish, or her!  My dick had been rock hard since this morning and I felt like I would explode in pure ecstasy every time she looked my way.  She literally was my definition of beauty; if only I knew before how that would translate to bed.

We started with some slow kissing but already I was at full mast.  By the time I had sat down on my bed I was already feeling like I could pop any moment.  I stripped naked and laid down eagerly for her to touch it... and then I came.  I saw her hand move towards my cock and the idea of that alone made me cum without her even touching me.

She smiled and giggled a little.  I didn’t care.  A smile meant she was happy and that’s all I ever wanted from now on.  The problem was that it didn’t stay as amusing as the first night for her.   Soon it became obvious that her sexual needs weren’t satisfied, I mean how could they?  I came every night before she could even touch me, sometimes before I could take off my clothes.

Eventually, she came up with a solution.  She would just sleep with some other people to satisfy her urges.  A few weeks ago I would be very hesitant if not dead against it, but now I wanted her to be happy no matter what.  She said she’d still be my girlfriend and everything, but it wasn’t fair that I was the only one that got to enjoy sex.

My Friendly Neighbour

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My Eyes Are Up Here

“Ughh, I wish you would just look me in the eyes instead of at my chest all of the time”.

Tara was annoyed at her leering boyfriend, always looking at somebody’s tits.  Whether they were out in public or even on a date she would always catch him staring at some girls chest.  Even when they were alone she would always catch his eyes slowly lowering, completely ignoring whatever they were talking about.

It was just a simple comment at the time, she never thought her wish would come true.  She would have asked to be rich or have less of a pervy boyfriend if she thought it did. 

Ever since she said it, it was non-stop.  When she was watching TV she would look over at Daren to see him creepily staring at her, not even watching the show.  When she was putting makeup on he would always seem to be around.  It was like she had tits for eyes now.

Tara never realized how bad it was until she and Daren tried to get intimate.  She pulled down his shorts and boxers to see a raging hard-on like she had been blowing him for a half hour.  

She grabbed his dick and brought it close to her face.  That’s all it took for Daren to shoot his load all over her cheek and chin.  He had a weird eye fetish now.  

It was like was walking around the house naked all of the time, Daren was always in the mood.  The problem was that he lusted over her eyes so much that he couldn’t make it much further than taking his cock out of his pants before he came.

Tara found herself thinking lots of what-ifs ever since, mostly on what her randomly granted wish could have been.  Now she has a premature ejaculating boyfriend that came faster than he ever did when she actually got naked.  He would come in his pants even if she came in close for a kiss.  Ever since that day she learned there is such a thing as receiving too much attention.

What a Pussy!

 So my boyfriend and I were walking down Main street, happy as can be.  I always considered him the toughest guy I knew.  I always paraded around town without a care in the world because my boy toy would always come to my rescue.

That was until he fought with this dork he saw looking at my breasts.  He grabbed him by the neck and basically picked him up.  He told the guy that if he ever saw him again he would not hesitate to defend my honour.  He was the perfect example of a real man, or so I thought.

All of the sudden we were waking up, both of us lying on the ground.  I couldn’t remember what happened to make us blackout so suddenly but I was so pissed.   I looked around for that nerd that Chad was messing with, but he was nowhere to be seen.  I got up quickly as to not look weak to the people that were walking around us on the sidewalk.  

“What the FUCK babe?  How did you let that little fag get the best of you?” I screamed.

“..I..I” Chad stammered.  “I’m sorry, I don’t remember wh…”

“And you let him knock out both of us?  I thought you were my knight in shining armour!”

“Well I still can be…” he muttered, his eyes now looking at his feet.

“Not if you keep acting like such a pussy!” I yelled.  

He was going to respond but I didn’t let him.  I just grabbed him by the collar and dragged him in the direction of the car.  I couldn’t stand being around such a faggot in public any longer.

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When we got home my boyfriend finally broke his silence.  

“Well I know we were trying to have a nice night out, but like, maybe we could have a nice night in bed…maybe…” he said, still unable to look me in the eyes.

I wanted to smack him for all the embarrassment he made me endure but giving him a good fuck was a good way to let my anger out.  I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him upstairs as my response.

I pushed him back onto the bed, and ripped my tank top off, jumping on top of my man, ready to ravage him.  We made out for a couple seconds, but I wasn’t really in the mood for foreplay.  I pulled down his pants down my jaw fell with it.  I totally forgot what a little clit he had going on down there.  I stifled a chuckle as I rolled over to my side of the bed.

“I thought you said we were going to… you know…” he muttered grabbing my shoulder.

I slapped his hand away.  “Yeah that was until I remembered about the tic tac you had between your legs”

That one stung as his face turned bright red.  Before he could even argue, I pulled off my panties and straddled him.

“What the fuck do you want me to do here?”  I asked bouning up on his rock hard one-incher.  “I mean even if we fucking tried I wouldn’t be able to feel shit”.  

I continued to bounce up and down, smushing his tiny little twig with my crotch.  His face got redder and redder as he got more embarrassed, and more turned on.

“I mean you may as well fuck me with your pinky finger, it would at least go inside me”

His eyes closed as he bit his lower lip.  He tried to mutter something to me but he only let out tiny feminine squeaks.

“Honestly you’re lucky I’m even dating you,” I said slapping his face.  “If you didn’t give good head, your faggot sissy ass would be out on the street so fast”.

I bounced up once last time and landed hard on his crotch.  My intention was for it to hurt but all I felt was his seed leak all over both of us and the bed.

“Ugh” I muttered, grossed out.  

I rolled back over to my side of the bed.  “Alright Chad, time to do your thing, there’s no fucking way I’m letting you be the only one to have an orgasm”.

“Aren’t you.. gonna c…” he began.

“Clean up?  That’s where you come in bud, I don’t need a shower to do that”.  

He didn’t argue.  He rolled over to my side of the bed and started licking his seed off my crotch.  I made him clean me completely before he could even start.  At least he was good for something.

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“He wasn’t good at enough things for me though” I decided, waking up the morning after.  Why lie next to this faggot when I have a perfectly good guy with a BBC, hitting on me every day from next door.  I deserved so much better than this wimp.

I wasn’t going to leave empty handed though.  I finished writing my break up note with lipstick on his bathroom mirror and saw that he was still passed out.  I took the opportunity to get one last little pic as I took off my panties and pulled down my skirt.

The Best Day of My Life

It was the best day of my life, Dante only confirmed it for me.  

I was getting married to a blonde with the most beautiful smile and I couldn’t be happier.  Claire was attractive, funny and the Ying to my yang, nothing could separate us.  It seemed like if something went wrong, it would just bring us closer together and that was how I knew.  I popped her the question a year ago without a doubt in my mind that she would say yes, and I was right.

About a month ago she seemed a little different, all when we were planning our wedding.  Dante, the man helping us with all the planning and everything had convinced her to get some additions.  It was the tattoos first which I loved immediately, she was as beautiful as a flower, why not show that with art.

It was when she came home with ear gauges and pierced nipples when I got a little concerned.  She said it was Dante’s idea and she loved it too much to say no.  Why not surprise all her old friends a little with some new additions.  I went to talk to him but he assured me that I didn’t see the whole picture.

He told me how much I had been eating lately and that was something that changed recently, why can’t she?  I almost totally forgot until then but I looked down at my fat gut.  I remembered eating twice, sometimes three times as much as her, finishing off whatever she didn’t.  I remembered the almost 100 pound gain I had made and remembered how proud I was to be this heavy.  It’s kinda crazy that I could forget something like that.

I came home to my loving beautiful wife and made love.  She made sure I got a chance to see the nipple piercings for myself.  It’s funny, we started having all sorts of sexual encounters after that.  She couldn’t get enough of the big guy with the big member I guess.  That was until 2 weeks before our wedding when she went cold.  I didn’t bother her about it for a bit, we were going to have the rest of our lives after all, but when I asked and she just laughed, I went to the person who saw her right before it happened.

I’m so happy I did because he cleared everything up.  Claire liked me for my nice guy personality and my generosity, not the tiny little thing between my legs.  I remembered whenever she snickered while looking at it, and outright laughed when she learned terrible my stamina was.  That was all in good fun though, and what married couple didn't joke around?

He told me about the deal we made.  She would fuck other guys and I got to listen from the washroom, it was a win-win situation.  I noticed the closer I got to the wedding, the more she invited Dante over to be her guy.  It was the best, he had such a huge cock she moaned in pleasure just by looking at it.  It normally took me 2, maybe 3 minutes to cum but I would last a minute when he came over.

What a lucky guy I was to have a wife that enjoyed sex so much.  Being the cuck I remembered was, I was in heaven whenever she was.  She was getting so good at finding people to fuck that sometimes I would have to work with the pictures she sent me from a washroom or change room.

Finally, our wedding came and it was everything I thought it was.  I stood waiting for my bride, my fat gut pushed up against my slightly too small suit.  Her dad walked her down the aisle, I swear I was rocking the hardest 1 incher in my life.  The priest did his thing and then we did what everyone was waiting for.  She gave me the nicest peck on the cheek.  It took a second but everyone started to clap, it was everything I dreamed it to be.

After everything was said and done, Claire brought me back to our house to have some fun.  Dante was there waiting for us of course, there was no one else I would want to share the moment with us.  Claire even let me stay in the room this time which just added to the excitement.

She told me to wait till she got him good and hard but I couldn’t wait.  By the time the first bit of pre-cum hit her lips I was shooting my tiny load on the floor.  And then I saw it, that beautiful smile I fell in love with.  Sure she was looking at Dante but she was sucking his cock after all.  I even managed to cum again when he shot his load on her chest.

This truly was the best day of my life.

Stop Dating Her

She stared at me like she wanted me to take her seriously but I don’t know who would.  My relationship with my girlfriend has always been great.  Heather and I always got along and we loved each other very much.  However, I did not like her best friend, Victoria very much.  It was obvious to me from day one that she was heavily in the friend zone with Heather, there’s not much you can do to turn a straight woman gay.  That didn’t stop Victoria from getting in the way of our relationship at every corner.

She had walked up to me after school while I was sitting next to the track.  “I’m going to make this very simple.  I want you and Heather to break up, or I’ll break you up”. She smiled at me like she had already won.

“Yeah, okay.  Maybe a ‘please’ next time.  Heather’s straight, there’s nothing you can do about that so don’t waste your time with us”.

“Oh I can fix that later” she mumbled to her self.  “But I need her to hate you first so here’s your last chance.  Break up with her or I will break you up myself!”

I just started laughing.  “And what do you possibly think you will break us up with?”

“Her dreams of being with a REAL man”  I didn’t get a chance to think about her cryptic answer.  She immediately blew some dust she had in her pocket into my face.  

It caused me to cough a bit and by the time I had collected myself she had disappeared.  I shook my head at the crazy situation that had unfolded in front of me but there was no more time for distraction.  I stood up and got my helmet on for football practice.

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I had felt kinda lightheaded throughout practice, feeling the odd pins and needles in my fingers and toes.  I started to get more and more concerned as time went on until that stress hit Mach 5 in the change room.

I had pulled my shorts down to see a nub.  A tiny little nub where my 7 incher should be.  I poked and prodded at my tiny penis, feeling it harden but stay the same length.  It couldn’t be shrinkage from the cold because I’m sweating like a pig.  It honestly looks like it went back in time to when I was 4.  

I got changed and ran home as fast as I could, my mind panicking and racing with questions.  I made it home and immediately texted Heather an excuse to not see her tonight.  I ran up to my room again and pulled my pants completely down to see any man’s worst nightmare.  

I sat on my bed, pulling and poking at it hoping it would grow when after a couple seconds it only made me hard.  My mind went to Heather.  What would she think?  Would she really break up with me from this?  I don’t know what I’d do without her beautiful smile, her trim body…her breasts.  

I was interrupted by a wave of pleasure and ecstasy.  I came, sending a tiny shot of cum onto my bedroom floor.  My breath raced as I realized the size wasn’t the only problem.   My problem seemed harder and harder to fix and manage as the night went on, especially by the fact that he couldn’t resist jerking off another 6 times by the time morning came.

I was fucked.

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5 years later

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“I was right to be thinking that.” I thought to myself looking at the situation unfolding in front of me, every last detail reminding me of my high school sweetheart Heather. 

By the time I got to showing Heather I knew it was over.  She pulled down my pants for my first blowjob when she came face to face with my member.  She burst out laughing.  She held her hand over her mouth trying to stifle it but she couldn’t hold it in.  Neither could I apparently, after looking at her in her bra for long enough I came on her face before she could even touch me.

There wasn’t much positivity afterwords.  We broke up, obviously, and after a couple of days, she was madly in love with Victoria, just like she planned.  I guess her love spell only worked if she wasn’t already in love.

I had spent so long afterwards trying to find another soulmate, even though nobody clicked like me and Heather.  The closest I got was to Lucy, who had eventually agreed to have no sex before marriage with me.  I was hoping it would be enough to keep us together and it did… until after our wedding night.

She paused at the start of our first lovemaking session.  She nervously chuckled and then looked up at me.  “Don’t worry” she, obviously noticing my embarrassment.  “It’s not how big it is, it’s how you use it”.  It didn’t sound like she even believed that herself. 

“Let’s just wrap this little guy up first,” she said using the tips of her fingers to get me hard.  

I had to embarrassingly tell her that it doesn’t get any bigger than that.  

“Oh….okay sure” her face showed more and more anxiety as she continued.  

She opened the condom and started to try and put it on for a solid 40 seconds.  There was no use, I already knew that.  It was like giving a pre-teen a XXL shirt, it just won’t fit.  That didn’t stop her from trying.  Eventually, I did though, as the sensation of the condom on my penis made me cum my tiny load onto my stomach and her hands.

My wife sighed, rolled back to her side of the bed and opened her book.  I had never seen Lucy so disappointed.  I thought back to Heather.  

“I should’ve just left her,” I thought but there was no going back.  Hindsight is 20/20 and I hadn’t heard from Heather or Victoria in half a decade.  I sighed as my dick got hard again thinking of the two together, as I laid down to fall asleep.