Her aunt squatted on top of her and Kendal started to place the tip of her cock against her aunt’s asshole. As a Hish, Aynsley’s asshole was self-lubricating as a result of an extra gland. She was slippery wet as the tip touched her asshole. She tried to move quickly, to get the full brunt of the force. However, it was much larger than anything she had ever dealt with before. She grunted and groaned, stretched and ached in a way that she had not done since she was in high school. She felt her niece’s hands on her hips, guiding her down so that the cock shoved deeper and deeper into her body. Aynsley felt like her whole body was being ripped in two. Kendal couldn’t believe how amazing the inside of her Aunt’s asshole felt. It was so smooth, warm, and soft. She knew that she wouldn’t last for very long.
In only a few moments, Aynsley came first. She felt a ripple through her body and her small, erect cock was spurting more hot cum. Turning her Aunt into a sperm fountain sent Kendal over the edge. She thrust her cock up hard and Aynsley screamed so loud her voice cracked and she fell backwards in a faint. At this same moment, Kendal came, shooting hot thick ropes of cum into her aunt’s ass.
They lay there for a long while. They were both very confused. It was as if the entire urge had come out of nowhere. But it wasn’t leaving. They still desired one another, but it was different. They felt content now, as though something had been glued together permanently when they had been with one another. Neither could’ve articulated it in any fashion, but both understood it.
“Come away with me,” Aynsley said, “don’t go back home to your mother. Be mine”
“Okay,” Kendal said quietly but with conviction. They packed up their things and dove into the ocean to clean themselves. When they got back to their car they headed for the opposite side of the island and never looked back.
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Dickgirl mother and daughter bridge a gap.
Introduction
San Clemente is a small island off the coast of California in an archipelago known as the Channel Islands. It is about 55 miles out to sea and is the property of the United States government. The island is around 57 square miles (twice the size of Manhattan). It is a very long and narrow island shaped a bit like an old fashioned straight razor blade. The coast line is craggily and the interior is relatively flat and grassy. The island was in the custody of the U. S. Navy from 1934 until 1958. It was taken over that year by NASA, around the same time the Administration was created. Initially it was a small research facility but it quickly grew and the government’s plans for the island also expanded. A small town was built just north of the center of the island and an airport was put on the northern tip of the island.
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NASA acquired the island from the Navy with plans to initiate a massive full-scale. Since the outset, NASA began planning for eventual interstellar travel. The distances between stars, even at unbelievable speeds, is daunting. It would take a human built craft several generations to travel to the Sun’s nearest neighbor. The stresses that would be placed on human beings, spending their entire lives inside of small spaceships, would be intense. NASA decided to genetically engineer the perfect specimen for long term space travel. Through the decades they perfected their new specimen.
By 1985, they had created what would be the final design. They named the creatures Hish (Human Inter-Stellar Hybrids) and their characteristics were alarming. For all intents and purposes they appeared to be exactly like normal human women. They had the ability to become pregnant, they had breasts, and appeared to be woman in face and body shaped (most, in fact, were beautiful as the genes of only the best and brightest were engineered into the Hishes). However, these women also had something different. The NASA engineers who had worked on the first generation of Hishes in the 1960’s had nicknamed them “dickgirls.” Notwithstanding their vaginas, breasts, and generally feminine physique, the Hishes had penises and testicles.
The theory for creating such creatures were quite sound. Women, in general, are more passive and better able to cope with the stresses of space travel. Their bodies are smaller and therefore more efficient. Further, if all of the Hishes were both able to become pregnant and impregnate others, they doubled the productive output of the species. They were further engineered to be unable to impregnate themselves through some accident or other. The Hishes had been engineered all over the country but in 1986, they were moved to San Clemente Island and a new colony was created to test the ability of the Hishes to cope with life on their own and wait for at time when other technology necessary for space travel caught up.
Through an accident of rapid evolution in the test tube, three distinct classes of Hish were created. They were given class names A, B, and C. A-class Hishes ar born with full sized, often very large penises and large testicles. A-Class Hishes are around 40% of the population. B-class Hishes generally have medium sized penises which retract into the body and only became fully visible and erect during stages of arousal. B-class Hishes are around 50% of the population. C-class Hishes have small penises that are constantly visible but hardly ever erect. They are around 10% of the population.
The Navy patrolled the island and ensured that no unwanted guests ever stepped foot on the island. Very quickly, the intelligent and industrious Hish population grew and began to thrive. Aside from their general isolation, the women (as they called themselves) lived relatively peaceful and prosperous lives on the island. They were given jobs as government contractors and produced many of the new and exciting innovations which helped the United States gain technological dominance in the last decade of the twentieth century.
By 2020, the island was a thriving community with a population of over 52, 000 Hishes. 30, 000 of these women lived in the city of Camelot in the center of the island, another 10, 000 lived in Athens near the airport, and 5, 000 lived in Caroline of the Southern Coast of the island. The remaining 7, 000 were scattered throughout the island in isolated homes and small towns. The style of life on the island was remarkably American and if not for the fact that the entire island was occupied by beautiful women, it could be confused for many small counties in the United States. However, looks can often be deceiving and things are not always what they seem. This is the story of life on that island.
The Miller Family
Devi Miller was a power player in what San Clemente called, “The Big City” of Camelot in the center of the island. She was an executive vice president of a defense contractor that sold various polymers to the U. S. Government. She was young to be in such a position, 35, but she had graduated first in her class at San Clemente University and had worked very hard to get where she was. While she had been busy getting educated and working her way up through the organization, she had also managed to have one child. Her daughter Skye, was 18 years old and absolutely adored her mother. This was quite reasonable. Beyond her intelligence, Devi was beautiful.
Devi Miller was 5’7 and weighed around 120lbs. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes. Her genetic make-up was largely European and she worked hard to bronze her white skin. She wore wire rim glasses around her large eyes and she had a pixie nose. She often wore conservative white shirts, a jacket, and a miniskirt to work (and more often than not when home). This attire accentuated her lithe frame. Her hips were somewhat narrow but her butt was muscular athletic-looking. Her breasts were medium sized and she wore a 34B bra. She was a Class-A Hish and her penis was very large, even by Class-A standards at 8. 5 inches.
Her daughter Skye desired to look and act like her mother above all else. She would absentmindedly daydream about being her mother or growing up and outdoing her mother and then become embarrassed when she realized what she was doing. Skye was 18 years old and blossoming into a lady at least as smart and beautiful as her mother but she didn’t realize it.
Skye was 5’2 and weighed 100lbs. She had long strawberry blonde hair cut to look like her mother’s and she had violet eyes. She was an athlete at school, a member of the varsity soccer team and her body reflected her training. She was thin and taut. Her legs and buttocks were muscular and she had a flat stomach. Her hips were a big wider and more sensual than her mothers and her breasts were of comparable size, she wore a 30B bra. Her skin was very white, a bit pale as she was unable to tan like her mother. She often wore cloth shorts and tank tops befitting a high school athlete. She was a Class-B Hish and her penis was around 5. 5 inches.
One morning, early in the school year, Skye had decided to ask her mother some advice, “Hey mom,” she began, “I was wondering what you would think about me trying out for softball in the spring? Like I wouldn’t quit soccer at school, but maybe a rec league softball team? Do you think it would be a good idea to do two sports? Kara does.” Kara was the captain of the soccer team and Skye had an intense crush on her, but she was unable to bring herself to talk to the girl about it. Skye was sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Her mother was rushing around the kitchen, searching for her briefcase so she could head to the office.
“What was that hon?” Devi asked, taking a big bite out of a bagel. Skye sighed and repeated herself; she had to do this often.
“Oh I don’t know,” Devi said after Skye finished again, “Do you really need me to make this decision? I am late for work and I can’t find my…” Devi reached behind the refrigerator, “Ah-ha, my briefcase,” she said, pulling it out from the dark crevice.