A True Hyper Pt. 01

Showered and ready to hit the town, James asks the inevitable question. "Where do you want to go to dinner?" "I dunno, somewhere with good poutine," replies Veronica. "Ha! You might have trouble finding that here. It isn't Quebec," says James. "Ah, oui but it is Canada!" Veronica snaps back. "Okay I will look it up," says James. "Oh, hey there is this place called The Ale House. It won some TripAdvisor award. It says they have great steak and seafood as well as amazing poutine. Oh, they also have two patios, but with this fog maybe we will eat inside. There will be no stargazing tonight," James adds. "In the description for the place it says: "At The Ale House guests are able to experience the hot summer sun and gentle breeze from the Charlottetown Harbour. Great Food, Great Rock. Lots of it!" "Sounds good to me!" Veronica exclaims and they head out to the front porch as the screen door slammer c...

Author's note: first story. Be nice. Do you know what a true hyper is? You have the normal men, with those tiny little cocks that barely stretch your throat out, only about 6 inches, some even less, but only by an inch or two. Then you have the average futa. A little bigger than a guy, but they still have a small dick. Only about a foot, balls the size of an egg. Their cumshot barely even fills you up. Then you have your hypers. Now those are the only ones worth fucking. Count their cock size in feet instead of inches, those trouser-snakes reach down past their knees while soft. The globes that they call testicles easily droop as far as the dick length of the most hung normal futa. Their hyperness even goes to their tits. You won't find a cup size on a hyper that doesn't cover the alphabet at least once. And then you have a true hyper. That's me. Lexi Purt. We're rare, you know. Doctor's haven't seen one like me for a century. Which is fair, because we'...