Life of a Dominant Futanari Book 1 Epilogue.

The sun poured in from a mysterious direction. It glazed upon my eyes, and the world around me came into focus. It was coming in through a window that I knew wasn't in my basement. I looked down towards my arm feeling a weight that I shouldn't have had on me. On my arm, I looked and saw the closed eyes of my Girlfriend resting.

Her tranquil innocent face slept upon my well-muscled arm, and something about it was weird to me. My eyes misted as I realized that I could see muscles on my arm instead of the usual noodle-like arm that I had. I could feel Crystal's head resting upon it, and I felt the need to stroke that muscle to find out if it was real or not.

My girlfriend could come second, and I started to move my other arm to feel out towards it. I found oddly that another weight stopped it. I turned my head to see what the obstacle for touching that righteous arm muscle was and looked down upon the innocent sleeping face of my skank. It was startling to have both arms pinned without realizing it.

Both women were asleep, looking like they were in bliss. It seemed almost painful to rip them from that bliss into the waking world. Then I remembered my muscles that needed stroking on the line, and I couldn't care anymore. I needed to feel those muscles and give them the love they so amply needed with the lack I could provide them regularly.

When I was about to force my arms up, I was stunned when I felt a new weight on my legs starting to move. I was surprised by the movement, and that movement soon found something between my legs under the blankets. I bit back a moan as I looked at the two peacefully sleeping women, and for a couple of seconds, I tried again not to wake them. I looked down, and I couldn't see whoever was now sucking on my cock like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

The movement on my cock was still a bit amateurish compared to Crystal. Tracy would have been my first guess, but she had gotten better the last couple of days in my presence. This one knew the sensitive spots of a cock but failed to pleasure them in a skilled way properly. I loudly moaned with the pleasure that mature gave me under the blankets, and the women on either side of me stirred slowly.

Four eyes looked at me as they awoke in my arms, bringing themselves into the waking world. They were soft as they recognized me and smiled. I opened my mouth to tell them to move to give my well-toned bulging muscles under them the true love they needed. My biceps needed those loving kisses.

Instead of that happening, Crystal moved forward and swept my mouth with a kiss of her own before Tracy took my lips. Another moan escaped me as I felt several inches of my cock enter someone's throat as they tried to take me as deep as they could go. Still, I wanted to kiss those strong-looking biceps hidden under Tracy and Crystal. I felt physical pain almost at the need to give them the true love they deserved.

Crystal, though, didn't notice my distress, and neither did Tracy. They both took turns to take my lips while someone else's lips pleasured my bottom half. I couldn't stand it. I wanted to kiss those biceps more than any woman, and I was reaching the point of getting violent about it.

My arms grabbed the women in my arms and started to move them forcefully. I practically threw them off of me. My desperation to give them the love they needed overwhelm me. I flexed my Biceps even as I did, so my lips moved forward to place my first of many kisses on that bicep.

I was euphoric. I couldn't believe it; Finally felt it after years of training. The kiss on the flexed bicep I was desperate to achieve was finally about to happen.

The euphoria was about to achieve quickly and suddenly ended as the sunlight ended. Instead, I found myself alone., The bed inside my room with fitness equipment around me. I looked to my arms in desperation and found to my utter despair a noddle weak-looking arm with no biceps to love.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and a curse exited my mouth. It was all a dream. A beautiful dream that was ripped apart too quickly and I cursed again, getting up out of bed.

I needed to work out.