Heather was exhausted. She had to go to bed early. Keeping with her custom she had been fucking all day on Christmas Eve instead of visiting relatives. Her head was throbbing from all the liquor she had swilled. Her pussy and ass were still pulsing happily. They loved this time of year!

Ghost of Penises Past: Heather! Heather!!!

Heather: Uhhhhhhhhhhhh?!?

Ghost of Penises Past: You are on a wicked path my ch1ld. One that will be your destruction!

Heather: You... you... you're so small! bwaaaahhaaaahaaaaaa haaaaa!!!!

Ghost of Penises Past: Stop that! I am a perfectly reasonable size for my body type. Check ancient statuary. Heather! It is not about me it's about you.

Come with me.... Let's examine your sordid past.


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The Ghost of Penises Past was a merry ghost. He was a decent length for his body type and had a rosy healthy glow about him. Here was a cock that had had a lot of pussy but didn't overfuck and get that seedy look. He was tan with some natural blush to him and proudly sported a red lipstick ring.

His cumming or coming rather, ahem, was foretold to Heather by Marbly... a curious looking cock that was a mixture of white and black all swirled together. An old fuck buddy of Heather now deceased from overfucking. Heather was snoring, out cold, at the time of his foretelling and he was on a tight schedule, so it was up to the GPP to bring her up to speed that there would be 2 more visitors.

GPP's job was to teach Heather that moral lesson hinted at in the first post. But he can only do so by revealing cocks that played a role in Heather's past.

But the good ol' Ghost of Penises Past was game, and so he conjured up the ghost of Reginald, Heather's first love.

Heather: ewwwwwwwwww what's that?!? It looks like a french fry run over by a car while soaking in a rain puddle.

GPP: That's Reginald! Your best lover.

Heather: Ohhhhhhhh I remember him.

GPP: Do you? That boy gave you orgasm after orgasm using tongue but mainly his gifted fingers. He was a genius you know.

Heather: Yaa, he knew how to get my G.

GPP: He was gifted. Crazy about you. He never failed to get you off and how. But you dumped him.

( scene of tiny cock sadly withdrawing into Reginald's body )

Heather: Well, I met Kurt *w grin*

GPP: Yes Kurt. A big dumb jock who never gave you an orgasm but did fill you fulla man meat.

Heather: mmmmmmm, man meat.

GPP: Well Reginald never got over you. He became a classical pianist. The only thing he strokes now are ivories. He tried to get into composing but his compositions were too dark and full of tiny ping pings at the edge of hearing.

Heather: That's sooooooo sad!

GPP: Yes. You could have stuffed yourself with as much dick as you wanted. Fucked the full football and basketball squads. And still had Reginald. But you were obsessed. Consumed by cock.

Heather: *sob* It's true. I've never had a better one since Reginald.

GPP: It is a good and noble thing to love cock. Perfect thing for a growing lady. But you have to have balance. This is not the only thing you've lost...

So the Ghost of Penises Past showed Heather all the cocks that she had scorned in her mad quest for size. By the end she was weeping unconsolably. It was clear that all her misery in life came from departing from the true way, the balanced approach.

Heather: Oh good ghost, is there any hope for me? Will I ever find that balance?

The ghost just gave a hearty laugh and vanished... warning her to be ready for her next visitor.


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Heather's head had barely hit pillow, already she was falling deep down into deep deep REM sleep. But a gonging and a bright light pulled her back. It was: The Ghost of Penises Present (also GPP). Who immediately launched into his "I Love Pussy" song.

The ghost was very long. Kind of puce colored. He was even merrier than the Ghost of Penises Past. He was very thin. Heather wished he was fatter.

Upon completing his song he spewed Heather with the Cum of Happy Manhood, taking care to coat her big boobies amply, but not neglecting her pussy and sexy ass. She giggled joyfully and clapped her hands.

GPP: Heather you have been a naughty little vixen. I love pussy. You love dick. I love a great variety of pussy but you love only the biggest, meatiest dicks. This is not healthy. It is not right.

Even now Heather was masturbating herself with an enormous dildo she affectionately named Godzilla.

GPP: Come with me!

So the long thin disembodied ghost penis flew her to her family's warm little place. They looked unseen through the window.

Heather: Oh this is where you want me to see and miss my family.

GPP: You are right! You didn't even call them. But there is more I want you to see.

Upstairs Heather's sister Mandy was having an orgy with no less than 16 men. They all had tiny penises. She was able to fit a penis between each toe and each finger, and in each hole. And also between her tits. Everybody was soused and cumming merrily.

Heather was amazed. You could never get her favorite cock size between fingers or toes! She felt a wave of sadness for all the time she had wasted. She thought once again of poor Reginald.

Where is Reginald? She asked the GPP.

He just laughed and told her to await the next visitor.

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Ride: I can't believe you booked me for Christmas Eve!

Agent: Hey, it's a living.

Ride: A good work cannot be rushed. But I must complete the tale before Christmas Day!

Agent: So to complete the logic...

Ride: Oh that's so effing smug of you. You little pee stain! To you it's all about the green.

Agent: Love to talk more but gotta run. Having a big dinner with the family. *click*

Ride: *breaking into song* There will be a time for uuusssssssssss. A time and place for uuussssss...
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Heather didn't even make it back to her bed this time. She lay face down snoozing on her living room floor when the piercing whistle blown by the Ghost of Future Penises shattered her dreams.

He was a big big cock. Dressed in black leather and dark sunglasses. He was very pale.

He didn't speak but merely pointed. Heather gulped and went with him in that direction.

They lurched into a wormhole that hurled them forward in time. When they staggered out, grabbing onto each other for balance, they perceived Heather's place years from now. It was the same place. The same apartment. But it was now a crime scene.

Clearly the owner of the place, Heather of the future, was mad. You could tell by the interior design. Heavy on the darkish pinks with veiny looking things projecting out of the walls. Intead of normal furnature she now had spherical bean bag chairs in that same fleshy color.

But it was the computer screen, on the kitchen table, that shrieked most loudly: MADNESS. For desktop and screen savers were cocks. Big meaty, wet tipped dicks. Each file icon had been morhped into some kind of penis. She had knitted cock shaped screen warmers, again in that fleshy color. The desktop was just thousands of copies of the very same article. A blog article in which the famous scientist Joe Green was featured... featured showing off his enormous johnson which he had created using a new procedure. He claimed to have the largest pecker in the world. But it was monstrous. Too big for any use. Even worse, it became sentient at 9:55 a.m. just that morning.

Yes... The obsession had grown into a compulsive stalking disorder that had led poor Heather to seduce and separate the sentient cock from the scientist. Now a messy death scene was all that remained of a life careening out of control. She had had to have the largest cock in the world. She got that dream fulfilled. But it was simply too much for any woman's body to bear. Even worse she died not having an orgasm for decades. Ch1ldless, estranged from her family.

The GFP was proud at having conveyed all this with just a visit to an apartment and not uttering a single word. He could get back with plenty of time for his "session" with Gibralter that afternoon.

Heather of course was horrified... as we all are when the scales fall from our eyes and we perceive the dangerous trajectory our failings have put us upon.

She cried all throughout the trip back to her time and up until she passed out on her bed.



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The sun rose on a beautiful Christmas morning. Birds twittered merrily. The townspeople walked outside to take a break from feasting and preparing for feasting.

Heather leaped out of bed with a new purpose! The events of the previous night were still vivid. She didn't have time for a hangover! She didn't have time to ponder whether what she had seen was real or dream!

She knew she had to change her ways. She was so grateful that she got that chance. She made a long call to her family letting them know that she would celebrate with them soon. They were so happy to hear from her because around this time of year she would always disappear and it worried them.

She went onto the internet after deleting her dick icons. She figured out where her first love was now and gave him a call. They talked and talked. They cried and cried. They would give it another chance!

She ran out into the street and gave every fella passerby a nice flirty wink no matter how big his package! All the town fed off her joy and feasting was followed by orgying. Wine, rum, sperm and kitty juices flowly freely and Joe Green decided his penis was just fine and maybe he should work on cancer research instead.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

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Wooman who obsess on size is betrayed by snake between thighes - Fu Manchu


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No: The viscount's daughter?

Fu: The viscount's daughter!

No: No!!

Daughter: Aiiiiiiiiiggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh! *falling into pit*

No: How'd you capture her?

Fu: Did not capture. Promised to show her my immense snake.







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Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?

It's a banana. Quote

We've had a lot of fun boys and girls but be careful!

It's all just fun and games until some poor snake gets his eye dry squirt walled shut! Quote

We've had a lot of fun boys and girls but be careful!

It's all just fun and games until some poor snake gets his eye dry squirt walled shut!

Truly an important lesson for all. Merry New Year! Quote