1 comments/ 18128 views/ 2 favorites Sam Ch. 01 By: andrealarkin I work as an underwriter for a Fortune 500 insurance company. My department has a 3 to 1 ratio of women to men – it's every man's version of heaven - and most of the women are about 25-30 years old. I am friends with a few of them but I don't really belong to any specific group. Chelsea and I met the first day I started work and we usually had lunch together or met for drinks after work, but more often than not, I kept to myself. I am 5'1" and still thin from eating well and toned from working out regularly at the gym. My body keeps a nice tan just from being outside, and my highlights I added in college look natural. Even with all the other women in the office, I get more than my fair share of appreciative looks from the men. Chelsea teases me that they are just staring at my breasts. The floorplan in my office is completely open and our cubicles are half-walled so we can easily see everyone from our desks. My floor was heavily staffed, with close to 200 people. Our cubicles have nameplates affixed to the outside walls so everyone is easily identified. One particular morning, I looked up from my computer screen to see a beautiful man walking towards my desk. As he drew nearer I instantly began to get wet between my legs. This man exuded raw sexuality. Dressed in his starched shirt with a tie, professionally tailored slacks, and a gleaming silver watch on his wrist, all this only enhanced the sexuality radiating from him. He walked tall and his stride was full of confidence. The material of his pants were tight across the muscles of his thighs and his chest was broad. I knew without even touching him or seeing him he had a very solid body and that he more than likely worked out. He had dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, thick lashes framing his eyes, and the most sensuous lips I'd ever seen. The longer I stared, the more it felt like Niagra Falls between my legs. My mouth started watering and I was breathing deeply, looking into his eyes as he walked nearer. I could feel my eyes start to sparkle, becoming all dreamy, and I could feel my nipples harden beneath the dress I was wearing. The unmistakable scent of arousal was wafting up from between my legs. 'What a perfect day to wear this!' I thought to myself. It was a clingy red dress that stopped a little lower than mid-thigh, and had a scoop neckline that showed just a hint of cleavage as it clung to my breasts. The matching pair of red 4-inch heels completed the look. As he drew nearer, I could see he had his hand up by his mouth and he was smiling a deep and dangerous smile, staring at me. I slid out from my desk just a little, crossing my legs, and I turned my chair to face the aisle. I watched him slow down as he neared my desk so I sat back in my chair and crossed my legs again just as he passed. I picked up the pendant from my chest and twirled it between my fingers, looking up at him. He stopped at Cissy's desk behind me, bending over her shoulder to talk with her about one of his clients. From their conversation I ascertained he was in marketing and needed information from one of her client's files. He was behind Cissy, and by the position I was sitting in my chair, he was facing me. As he listened to Cissy talk and look for the paperwork, he looked directly at me, his gaze zoned in on me. My phone rang while I was sitting there, and I almost didn't answer it, wanting to stare at him as he was staring at me. "Andrea Larkin, Underwriting," I answered, breathless, still staring at him. "OHMIGOSH Andrea!! He has got to be the most handsome man on the floor!!" Chelsea squealed at me through the phone, trying to contain her excitement in a whisper. I smiled, and I felt my face flush as he looked straight at me. "Chelsea, I'm going to have to get back to you later, okay? I'm VERY busy right now," I said. He smiled back at me, waiting for Cissy to find the paperwork he needed, and dropped his gaze to my breasts as they pushed against the flimsy dress. I could feel my nipples tingle and tighten even more, and a throb started between my legs, deep and hot. I subconsciously moved my hips to try to alleviate the tension. Quickly, I returned my eyes to his. His face had flushed, his eyes darkening, and his smile had disappeared. He had a look of pure lust on his face. He cleared his throat and said, "Thanks Cissy," stood up and walked the few steps to my cubicle. "Nice dress, uh, Andrea, is it?" he said, waiting for my reply. "Yes, Andrea. And you are?" I asked, fueled with confidence. He cleared his throat again. "Sam. My name is Sam." He extended his hand in front of me. Standing up and leaning over slightly to reach it, I slid my hand into his and stopped breathing upon contact. His hand was so strong, so warm, it sent electric shocks through my hand, up my arm, and into the rest of my body within milliseconds. "Nice to meet you, Andrea." "Nice to meet you too, Sam," I managed to say. "Maybe I'll see you around?" he said, still holding my hand. "Yes, maybe you will." I replied, smiling seductively. I knew my eyes were sparkling with arousal. His gaze fell again to my breasts that rose and fell with each breath. He looked again into my eyes, stared for what seemed like minutes, and slowly withdrew his hand from mine. "Um, bye," he said as he walked back towards the marketing department. Our first encounter was over in a matter of seconds and work continued around me as if nothing had happened. Chelsea had watched the whole thing from her desk, however, and my message box was blinking. "What did you do to make him lose that smile?" she messaged. "What does he smell like?" "What did he say?" "He definitely wants you!" "I'll tell you later," I messaged back, still reeling from just the simple handshake I had experienced. I skimmed through the file I was working on, entered the data slowly, my hands shaking from the lingering effect of his touch, and then faster as the moment passed. It was close to lunch time when my email notifier popped up to tell me I had just received a message. I smiled a knowing smile when I saw who it was from. "Are you busy for lunch today, Andrea?" It was from him. "Yes, I am busy today," I wrote back. "My friend Chelsea and I are going to lunch. Maybe we can get together next week?" Chelsea and I had already planned lunch today. Sometimes she picked up the bill to treat me, and other times I treated her. I was on such a high, I decided today was my treat. **** Chelsea and I were seated at the hip new place around the corner, The Scene, and our waiter had just taken our order. Immediately, my eyes started scanning the room. I have always been a people watcher. I like to see what clothes others are wearing, the different styles of hair and makeup they choose, and how people interact with others. As I looked around, I scanned the bar area and thought I saw someone I knew, but when I looked back they were gone. Chelsea and I briefly discussed my encounter with Sam, but I wasn't too forthcoming with details. I am a very private person and didn't like to put everything out on the table. Chelsea respected that. "Well, he's been holed up in the CEO's office since he got here a few weeks ago, or so I've heard." Chelsea said. Our waiter arrived with our food and as we were eating and talking, I could feel someone staring at me, yet I couldn't see anyone at all. My body felt warm and flushed and alive, like it was waiting and anticipating something. I was quieter than usual, reveling in the subtle sensations swirling through my body. Chelsea was full of conversation as we talked of our plans for the weekend. We planned to check out the River's Edge, a cute little shack down by the river that had live music. I kept thinking about Sam through-out. It was obvious there was a definite sexual attraction between us. I wanted him and wasn't sure how long I could wait to have him, but the wait, the anxiousness, the anticipation, was as much foreplay to me as his touch on my body. I could wait, but could he? Before we knew it, we had stretched our lunch hour as far as we could. I paid the bill much to her delight, and we headed back to work. I checked my email first thing, as was my routine, and I had a few emails in response to my inquiries, but only one in particular stood out. His. It had only just arrived in my inbox. I clicked on the open button. "I hope you had a nice lunch at The Scene." A slow smile spread across my face and my heart started beating harder. Those eyes watching me had been his! Deciding not to play coy or naïve, I replied boldly, "My body felt you looking at me, but I couldn't find you." He replied, "I'd like to feel your body, Andrea." "What makes you think my body wants you to feel it?" I asked. "Your hard nipples and quivering stomach under that pretty little dress told me," he emailed back. "Tell me a little about yourself, Sam." I replied, trying to diffuse the growing heat. Over the next few days, that's the way it went. We learned a lot about each other. I learned he was being trained to take over for his father when he retired and had recently broke up with his girlfriend. I learned he was a very sexual person, but that wasn't news to me. I could tell that just by looking at him. He told me how he had gone home and stroked himself, gasping my name as he came. He told me he couldn't sleep at night lately, and had lain awake, thinking of how it would be between us. I teased him a little by confessing I didn't wear panties to work. That got him even hotter. After our first couple of emails, he had picked up a pet name for me. He called me "Andy". Everyone else, parents included, called me "Andrea". I liked his special name for me. Sam started appearing in my department a lot more often and the look on his face was always one of pure lust. I would get up and walk, slowly, bending over at the filing cabinet so he could see there was no panty line under my skirts or pants. Our emails got steamier as we almost reached the point of finding a vacant boardroom to act out what we were emailing. The danger of our emails being monitored and maybe intercepted by the IT department made our correspondence even hotter. He had revealed some of his fantasies to me. He had never fucked a girl in her ass and that was top on his list of fantasies. I had never allowed anyone to fuck me in my ass, either. I was driving home after work a few days later, enjoying the warm weather with the top down on my car, the wind blowing my curls and the hot air swirling around me as I drove. I had just bought a solid black Camaro. It had chrome wheels and detail with a black leather interior. It was my dream car. The music was loud, with Metallica blaring out of the speakers, surrounding me in the dark lyrics and tone. I heard a honk and looked to my left and there he was, driving beside me. I laughed and pressed down on the gas pedal, shooting ahead of him, and changing lanes to get in front. Adjusting my rear-view mirror I looked at him, and blew him a kiss. He smiled and pointed at me, then pulled over into the right lane up beside me. Our emails so far that week had really kept me excited, on edge, waiting....so in a split second I decided to take our flirting one step further. I put my car on cruise and spread my legs, looking up at him as I slid my skirt up my legs, showing him that I truly wasn't wearing anything underneath. I then slid my right hand between my thighs as he watched. I had never felt so excited or daring before. Keeping an eye on the road as well, I looked at him as my fingers slid between my lips, sliding around in my slick juices. Tweaking my clit, I pulled my hand out from between my legs and brought my fingers to my lips. I swirled my tongue around my fingers, looking at Sam as he drove beside me. He was looking at me in disbelief. The expression on his face made me even hotter. I saw his hand disappear from the steering wheel and the thought of him touching himself as I was made me even hotter. I slid my fingers between my legs again, keeping the car between the lines on the highway, and began pushing my fingers in and out of my pussy so Sam could see my hand moving in and out. I kept stopping and licking my fingers, and his face got darker and I could see his longing. He licked his lips and continued driving beside me, watching me as I played with my pussy, wishing he was the one touching my slick and swollen lips. I was getting myself pretty hot, but the fact that he was watching me, and no doubt his cock was hard, made me even more aroused. I almost made myself cum, but something stopped me. I couldn't finish by myself. I didn't want to. I could tell by the movements of his right arm that he was jacking off in his car or at least rubbing his dick. I saw my exit up ahead so I quickly sped up and got in front of Sam. He followed me, exiting behind me. I pulled into the parking lot of a gas station but before I could even turn the car off and get out, he was there. He bent over the car door and kissed me. All in one motion, he slid his tongue between my lips and at the same time, shoved his fingers into my cunt, fucking me with his hand, making me gasp and writhe in my seat. My hands ran through his hair as we devoured each other in the parking lot. Customers were milling around, coming and going out of the store, but we didn't care. The only thing we were aware of was each other. This was the closest I had gotten to him since the first time I saw him. I could smell his cologne, smell him, feel him. His tongue bathed the inside of my mouth while his fingers plunged into my pussy. His thumb rubbed my clit as his fingers curled inside me, touching that special spot. I started whimpering, gasping, humping towards his hand as he brought me to the edge and then screamed into his mouth as he hurled me over. I was in heaven. The fact that people were all around and had to have known what was going on was so erotic. The desire that I had unleashed in him - that he had held back for so long - was powerful. Delicious fire coursed through my body as his fingers rested deep inside my dripping pussy. He raised up and back a little bit, brought his fingers from between my legs and up to my mouth. I slid my tongue out of my mouth, swirled it around his fingers, one by one, as he looked at me, his eyes heavy with passion. He slid his hand behind my head, into my curls, and pulled my mouth to his. He kissed me with such force, such emotion and raw sexual need. He pulled the very life out of me with that kiss. Without a word, he straightened up, trailing his finger down my face, and turned to walk back to his car with a very hard dick, and left. I sat there a little longer, trying to compose myself. I looked at myself in the rear-view mirror and saw someone very different looking back at me. The person looking back at me was very sexual, very turned on, and very ready for more. To Be Continued... Sam Ch. 01 Editor's note: a long time ago, I read a manga called 'gacha gacha – secret', it tells the story of a boy who transforms into a girl when he sneezes. The story intrigued me immensely, and I decided to create a similar story. At first, this wasn't intended to be a story of sexual nature, but after some convincing by my friends, I added the erotic parts, and, to be honest, I enjoyed writing them. If people like this story, I will be sure to continue my story, so please, vote and leave comments! I love reading them. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Sam had a smile on his face. Bill, obviously, had not. It was the third time in a row Sam had beaten Bill in a game of Mariokart today. It did not happen often, because Bill was usually the one better at games. He somehow had a knack for them, and was good at any game, regardless of how much he played it, if he had even played it at all. But somehow he totally sucked today. 'Saw Anna's outfit today?' Bill asked. 'Shut up.' 'Oh don't come telling me you didn't see it. I saw you staring at her. Again.' 'I said, shut up.' 'Look Sam, it's obvious you like her. How come you never talk to her? I mean, that pie place she works at, they make wonderful pies. Go there and take one. Maybe she'll talk to you there, when she's out of her usual group of girls" 'She works at Cakes 'n Pies right?' 'Yeah, her dad owns the place, it's downtown. Seriously, go talk to her.' 'And then what? What am I supposed to say? I have had a crush on you for over 2 years now, will you please not find me pathetic and go out with me?' 'I wouldn't try that if I were you. But if you do, you'll get five bucks from me.' Bill let out a small laugh. 'Look, I really wish she would at least notice and talk to me, but somehow she never sees me, what am I supposed to do?' 'Make a wish and it might come through", Bill suggested. 'Fine, I made the wish, can we please go back now, I want to own you in one more game before I have to go.' Sam tried to concentrate on the game, but Bill's suggestion had really thrown him off his game. He should indeed try to talk to her, where she was most vulnerable and alone; at her work. He knew she knew him by face and name, they were in the same year in high school, both graduates with only a few months to go before they would be done with High school forever. And indeed, the outfit she had worn today was hot. He loved the spring, how all the girls took out their skirts and tank tops as soon as the sun started shining. She had worn a black skirt up to just above her knees, and a tight white top, accentuating her firm breasts. Her long, brown-black hair was slightly curled and came to just under her shoulders. She had bright, blue eyes and a slight hint of freckles. He loved freckles, he thought they were cute. But Anna wasn't just a beauty, she was smart as well. She was at the top of the class, and would be attending a major university after graduation. It seemed like her energy was unlimited, always running around, keeping up with everybody. She was also in the athletics team, and she was good , not the best, but she knew how to run. Bill cried out. 'What the hell are you doing man? You've been driving against that wall for a minute now!' Suddenly Sam snapped out of it. Damn, he had been daydreaming about Anna again. That seemed to happen a lot more often lately. He didn't know why, but it was like every free moment he had, she was there in his mind, galloping around. He made the decision to go and see her tomorrow after school. But for now, he had to try and beat Bill. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* School seemed to last forever the next day, but finally the last bell rang and Sam jumped out of his chair, determined to get Anna's attention at work. He had taken great care this morning in looking his best, and he was quite proud of it. He started a casual walk towards the city center, where the cake shop where Anna worked was situated. He had never been there, but when he walked in it seemed like a nice place. There were some tables at the wall, a small bar with stools in front of it, and a huge glass counter with countless kinds cupcakes and pies displayed. His mouth began to water at the sight of it. But knowing he had a slow metabolism, it was probably unwise to eat one of those, since he also just had lunch. He sat at a table in a corner of the shop, and it didn't take long until he saw Anna walking over to him. She was wearing long jeans with a black top. A waitress wallet on her belt and her hair in a ponytail. The black top and her black hair accentuated her beautiful blue eyes. He saw a hint of recognition in her eyes when she walked up to him, but still she greeted him in a normal way, obviously repeated hundreds of times already. 'Hi! Welcome to Cakes 'n Pies, can I take your order?' She had sounded enthusiastic allright, but she had shown no sign of wanting to talk to him, or even knowing his name whatsoever. It was not like she was busy, he was the only customer in the entire shop. Feeling shot down and hopeless, all courage flowed out of him like a waterfall, and he felt himself starting to blush, just wanting to get away. But he also did not want to be rude, so he ordered a cup of coffee. She smiled at him and walked away. Sam just looked at her when she left, her hips swaying, her beautiful ass wiggling as she walked. Sam suddenly noticed he was staring, and quickly turned his head away. Anna was back almost immediately with a large cup of coffee. Sam thanked her, and stared at her ass again when she turned and walked away. He felt stupid and depressed. How could he have even hoped she would see him standing? She was the most popular girl in the entire school, she could have any guy she wanted. She was smart, she was beautiful, her future lay ahead of her. He decided he needed some distraction, and that moment Bill called him. 'Well speak of the devil' he thought, as he picked up the phone. He heard Bill before Sam had a chance to speak: 'Sam, you, arcade, now!' 'What, why? I'm having coffee right now!' 'I don't care, even if you had Anna on top you right now. Okay, maybe not then, but that's not happening now is it?' 'Not exactly.' Sam muttered. 'She just came up to me and took my order as if...' Bill cut him off . 'No time Sam, we'll talk about that later, I need you here with me at the arcade immediately. Remember that new game we read about? The one with Virtual Reality that, like, you put on your brains and stuff?' Sam did remember, it was the biggest news in years, after 3d games had become common, Blizzard had given a few press conferences, telling about the biggest thing ever attempted in history. It was a game played purely by your brain, emerging you into the game as if you really were the character you played. He had totally forgot that today was the release date. Feeling suddenly very excited, he quickly paid for his coffee, totally ignorant of Anna. He put on his jacket and almost ran outside. He was at the arcade in five minutes. Bill was already waiting for him outside, a huge grin on his face. They went inside, and immediately went to the pods at the back, where, surprisingly, no one was standing in line. They were the first there, probably one of the first people to even use the pods. Not hesitating, Sam walked to one and lay down inside the pod, since the game was played unconsciously. He put the helmet on and heard something click. He suddenly felt extremely heavy and his vision blurred. Suddenly, he was standing in an empty void. A large floor consisting of some sort of green light and a grid pattern stretched endlessly in all directions. He looked down and saw he had no body. A voice sounded, but there was no one who had spoken, as if the voice had emerged out of thin air. 'Greetings, player. Welcome to the great and wonderful world of Arkanda. I am your host, Ezela, and I will be guiding you through the process of creating your character. However, since it seems you are exactly the thousandth person registering, I have a special offer for you. I can grant you one of these three things: the change of gender, an experience boost or a powerful weapon. You may choose now or ask me some questions before deciding.' Surprised at this, Sam had a strange idea coming up. 'Can I choose whatever I look like when I choose to change my gender?' The voice was silent for a second, then replied. 'There are some limitations on the design, but yes, you may design your own character, just like any other female would.' An idea started growing in Sam's head. If he couldn't be with Anna, then he could still look like her. Since she was the embodiment of sexyness in his eyes. And hey, who wouldn't want to be a sexy girl? The other two options were tempting, but he also wanted to see the look on Bills face when he found out Sam looked exactly like Anna. He chose the sexchange, and suddenly a mirror appeared in front of him. He looked like a girl allright, a pretty hot one at that. She was blonde, just like him, had green eyes and a hint of freckles. The body was plain, with no curvature. It seemed logical to him, being a boy, to change that at first. As soon as he started thinking about it, he saw his chest growing to a pair of firm breasts, covered under a white shirt. That was when he noticed he was wearing a white shirt and white pants, all plain. He stopped growing his breasts when they were about Anna's size, albeit a little bit larger. He then turned around and pictured Anna's ass as it had swayed so sexily before just half an hour ago. He saw his ass transform in just the same way as his breasts had done, and soon he was looking at the exact replica of Anna's ass. He then turned to his waist, and made it a bit tighter, completing his almost perfect 90-60-90 figure. He looked at the mirror, and saw he was pleased. His long blonde hair was still off though, so he started changing it to black. Slowly his hair got darker and darker, moving to brown first. Suddenly he heard a crack, and everything went dark. He tried to look around, but found his body gone. Suddenly everything went blue and a high pitched noise started off somewhere far away. The next thing he knew, he was lying on his back, his eyes closed, people rumbling in the background. He suddenly realized he was in the pod again, back at the arcade. He took off his helmet and looked about. Everyone was staring at something behind him, as if they had just seen a ghost. He looked behind his back and found the pod was on fire. Suddenly feeling the heat, he jumped out, waving frantically, checking if he hadn't caught fire himself. Bill was standing next to him, his face entirely white, his eyes moist as if he were to cry. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Bill hugged Sam in a tight, manly embrace. 'I thought you we're gone man. As soon as they turned it on, the pod started making cracking noises, and suddenly flames shot out of the back. They tried to wake you man, but they couldn't, you were just lying there, unconscious. They tried to pull you away, but they were afraid that pulling you away while connected could cause brain damage. I'm so glad you woke up, I was terrified' Sam was speechless. So he had just been lying there for a few minutes? It had felt like an hour on the inside. He couldn't really remember what had happened, the last thing he remembered was that he was staring at some really hot, brown haired girl in tight white clothing. It had felt like a dream. Already he wished he could go back inside, and continue looking at, what he now realized, was himself. It felt really weird to be thinking of himself as a girl, but somewhere far in his mind, it felt like she was still there, the girl Sam, like a blueprint stored in his brain. The image of her was burned in his memory. Thinking of it, he decided to keep the brown hair, instead of turning it black later when he had the chance. Samantha (he decided to name his girl self Samantha) seemed like a good enough girl to him, and he was content with it. It wasn't Anna, but she was beautiful in a different way, and he thought that, if she were real, he'd definitely stare at her. Which was a good thing right? Bill shook his shoulders. 'Dude, are you there? Are you okay?' 'Oh. Uhm, yeah, im fine Bill. Thanks for telling me in. I don't think we will be able to try that game today, are we?' They left the arcade, Sam still felt dazed as if he had suddenly been awoken from a very deep sleep. He felt extremely tired and decided to go home. When he came home, he greeted to his mother and sister, then went up to his room immediately and let himself fall onto his bed. He did not even bother undressing. He was asleep almost instantly, dreaming of this girl he had saw in the game called Arkanda. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Sam woke up early the next day. Even though it was Saturday and there was no school today. He had gone to bed so early the day before, that he had simply slept his normal hours and had awoken early. His bed was nice and warm, and he felt no urge to move, just content to be there for a few more minutes, enjoying the feel of the bedcloth against his skin. He remembered this wonderful dream where he had seen a beautiful brown-haired girl in the mirror. He sat upright in the bed, but when he moved his head, a pain exploded inside it. The headache was terrible and had come sudden. As soon as he stopped moving, the headache lessened slightly. He decided to keep lying down for a few minutes, until his headache had almost subsided. Again, he tried sitting up, this time he came further than before, until about halfway up when he felt his headache returning again. He let his head fall back onto the pillow, when his hair came on his face. Annoyed by it, he brushed it away. He suddenly realized that his hair shouldn't be long enough to even brush before his eyes. Reaching for his hair again, he noticed his hair had grown a lot overnight. And by that he meant that it had gone from short, to almost beneath his shoulders. He felt panic starting to rise, and started breathing heavily, when he noticed it's difficult to breathe. Looking down he sees that his shirt is incredibly tight around his waist, and it seems to have grown a lot. He moves his hands to his chest, and feels them being all soft and squishy. Suddenly he realized what had happened. He had long hair, he had breasts... Something had happened to him overnight. There was just one final test. He moved his hands to his crotch, and felt nothing there, no bulge, no hair, nothing. He wanted to scream, but when he did, he stopped almost instantaneously. His voice was high, not the usual low grumble he was accustomed to. He started looking around, his eyes twitching. 'Ok Sam.' He thought. 'Don't panic, there must be a reasonable explanation for this. You're dreaming, yes that's it. In just a few moments you will wake up and everything will be normal again.' He pinched his arm. It hurt. He tried getting up again, ignoring the headache that started to rise. When he sat on the side of his bed, he looked into the mirror. Staring back at him, was the same girl he had seen, or rather had been, in Arkanda. All he wanted to do at that moment was scream, run around and panic. But he didn't want to alert his mom or his sister. He tried keeping quiet, but he was breathing heavily. Rational thought had seemed to escape him, replaced by a single phrase in his head repeated all over again: 'Oh god, oh god, oh god.' He sat like this for a few minutes, when he started to calm down. He started thinking back at what happened in the arcade. He had been the girl at the moment the game blacked out. It must have glitched in some way and implemented this image of his female self in his brain. Being suddenly pulled out of it must have resulted in some sort of error, and had changed him. Yes, that must have been it. He went to his computer, and started looking for similar cases on the internet. Nothing could be found, the only thing he could find about Arkanda was the huge success it had been, giving things like sales numbers and press conferences. Nothing was there about the accident at his arcade, and it seemed he was alone on the case. He still felt a little sick and shivery, and he sneezed. Instantly, his headache returned again, more severely than it had been when he tried getting up. He let out a loud groan and grabbed for his head. His hair was short again. And he was pretty sure the groan he just let out was in a low-pitched voice as well. He ran to the mirror, and found that he was looking at the familiar image of himself again. He touched his chest, nothing was there. He felt his groin, and thankfully, something was there. He let out a sigh of relief, but he was still worried, and in a weird way, fascinated by what had just happened. He started recalling what had happened. A headache had suddenly emerged and he had turned back to normal again. But what had triggered it? There must have been something that had triggered it. And if so, could there be something that can trigger it again, possibly turning him back into a girl again. He had to find out before going anywhere, afraid of randomly turning into a girl and having to explain what the hell had just happened. There must be something, but he could not figure out what. He had been sitting behind his computer, he had shivered, and the headache had appeared. But there must have been something else, since he was shivering now as well. Then it suddenly dawned to him. He had sneezed. Sneezing! That must have been it. But how could he test this? It was not like he could sneeze on command. He started thinking of what could make him sneeze. He knew his mother had a feather somewhere in a kitchen drawer, and in the movies they always used feathers to make people sneeze. He ran downstairs into the kitchen, to find his mother and sister having breakfast. His mother always made breakfast early on Saturday, with fresh pancakes and orange juice. Sam was expected to sit there by the time breakfast started. It was one of the last family traditions still intact, and his mother would be mad at him for being late. She asked him what took him so long. Before Sam could react, Lisa, his sister, spoke up. 'I bet he was masturbating up there, I heard him rumbling through his room!' Sam took an angry stare at his sister. She always made these kind of jokes. It just probably goes with the age. She was 15, and would be 16 next month. His mother however just shrugged and motioned for him to come sit at the table. Not wanting to raise questions by defying his mother, Sam sat down and had breakfast. He quickly finished eating and started looking in the drawer, unaware of the questioning looks of his mother and sister. When he found the feather, he let out a slight smile, and went to his room again. He realized his room probably wasn't safe from his sister, as she had the annoying habit of just barging into his room without knocking. He went to the bathroom, taking his towel, pretending to go take a shower. After locking the door, he stood in front the mirror, which covered about half of the wall in front of him. It stood opposite the toilet, which, as it turned out, had been a bad idea. He always found it awkward to look at himself when he was on the toilet. Feeling anxious with anticipation, he brushed the feather at his nose. After a minute of trying, he finally sneezed. Again a headache exploded in his head, this time subsiding more quickly, leaving almost as fast as it had come. He looked into the mirror, and saw he had changed again. The beautiful girl was looking back at him again. He, or rather, she, smiled a wide smile. It was a beautiful smile, and looking at it made her smile even more. It felt really weird, but she felt as if she was in love with this girl, the realization that it was herself, had not settled in yet. All she saw before her, was a beautiful, grinning girl, with a too tight shirt on and pants that were loose. Realizing the shirt was way too tight, she tried to take it off. Not being accustomed to her breasts, she had a hard time doing that, as she was used to pull it by the shoulders. Trying a different technique she always saw other girls using at the beach, she reached down at the bottom of the shirt and pulled it off inside it out. Sam Ch. 01 She looked in the mirror again, and her mouth fell open in appreciation of what she saw there. She hadn't thought about it when taking her shirt off, but now she was standing there, topless, with her breasts in full display. They were firm, round breasts. They only had a very slight sag, just enough to know that these were real, and not fake ones. She had always disliked the way fake breasts looked, as if they had been glued to a body. She couldn't take her eyes off the breasts, and her right hand reached out, trying to feel the wonderful pink nipple that sat on top of her breast. Her hand suddenly touched cold glass, and she returned to the reality that she was looking at a mirror, and not at another girl. Backing her hand back, she lay it at the top her breast and gently squeezed the flesh there. A sudden, tingly feeling flashed through her groin the moment the touched the flesh of her breast. She started to feel weird, and her breaths became shorter. It had a strange sensation to it, as if the temperature in her groin was rising steadily. The sensation felt good, and Sam encouraged herself to go on. Her hand brushed down towards a nipple, which, she saw, had grown the moment her hand had touched her breast. It now stood out at least half an inch, stiffly and awaiting the attention it would shortly have. Her finger gently brushed a nipple, and out of nowhere, a small groan came out of her mouth. She pressed her legs reflexively together and bended over a bit by the sensation. It felt as if her finger was electrified, because the moment she touched her nipple, a rush had gone through her, filling her with pleasure. It had taken her completely by surprise, since her nipples had never been this sensitive. Feeling encouraged, her left hand started groping the other breast, and soon both her hands were brushing her nipples in a circular motion. Her breaths had become heavier and heavier, and she was panting already. She found it increasingly difficult to stay standing upright. Looking around, she closed the toilet and sat on its cap. The cold sensation in her butt adding slightly to her pleasure, since it was still covered by her jeans. She was groping her entire breast by now, diverting the attention on her nipple to feeling the roundness and softness of her breasts. She leaned backwards against the wall, and instinctively spread her legs. Suddenly released of the pressure of her legs pressing together, and a small amount of air reaching her groin, she felt a surge of pleasure coming from her sex. Her right hand trailed down, never losing its contact with her skin. She trailed down to her belly button, then still, sliding slowly, continued downward. The skin beneath her belly button was extremely sensitive, and she felt a strange, yet wonderful sensation trailing down anywhere where her hand touched. She had had her eyes closed all the time, and now opened them for a second. She then realized she was looking in the mirror again. She saw herself, her left hand still touching her beautiful breast, and her right hand touching the rim of her jeans. Another moan escaped her mouth when her hand slid inside her jeans, seeking the treasure that lay beneath it. The jeans seemed to be tight, to the point her hand barely fit in. Eager to take them off, she undid the button and unzipped them. Raising her butt off the toilet for a second she slowly slid her jeans to her knees, then, raising her knees, she took them off completely, together with her socks. She was still wearing boxers, tightly gripped around her firm round ass, which was a perfect replica of how Sam thought Anna's ass would look. She realized she couldn't wait any longer to see the treasure that lay beneath it, and hastily slid the boxers down her legs, letting them fall to the ground. What she saw there eluded another moan from her. A thing she had never seen before in her life, and it was there, gleaming in its moistness, almost shining by the light its wetness reflected. There was no hair to be found anywhere. And the slit looked just perfect. Again, her attention diverted itself towards the mirror. Where the beautiful girl now almost lay on the toilet, her legs wide open, showing her bare pussy to the world for the very first time. Sam slid her hand down, eager to touch it, looking for ways to heighten her pleasure. The moment she touched the top of her slit, a wave of pleasure exploded from it, overtaking her completely. She could just withstand ushering an incredible loud moan, and was reduced to a simple whimper of pure bliss, as the wave of pleasure rendered her entire body useless, shivering with delight and only capable of very short breaths. She realized she had just had her very first orgasm, and it only left her wanting for more. Now knowing that touching the top her slit seemed to give her immense pleasure, she put her finger on it again, only to discover that the pleasure was less than it had been moment ago, and that it felt almost irritating. Slightly put off by this, but still incredibly horny, she then decided to explore the rest of her vagina, which could, as it turned out, become even wetter than it had been moments before. Soon her finger was sliding up and down her slit, lubricating her fingers for the coming action, one she was eager to try, but she was also afraid that it might hurt. She found the opening in her slit, and gently pushed her middle finger in. The pleasure it gave was immense, and it encouraged her to slide her finger in further. Step by step she retreated her finger, and proceeded pushing it in again, letting her vagina get accustomed to its intrusion. It didn't take long or her entire finger was inside, pushing aside the moist, lubricated walls of her vagina, giving her pleasure she had never experienced before. Her other hand went to the top of her slit again, realizing that must be the place her clitoris was situated. She started rubbing it furiously, while her other hand kept pushing her finger in and out of herself again. The moment she looked in the mirror again, another wave of pleasure overtook as she looked at the beautiful girl, her face framed by lust and passion, her legs wide open, and both her hands furiously working on her vagina. She let out another groan, as the speed of her masturbation slowed and she let herself be grasped by the wonderful state of having an orgasm. The world around her disappeared and all she saw was herself and her beautiful naked body. After a few minutes of gently rubbing her clitoris, enjoying the tingling sensation it gave her, still hanging in the bliss of just having had an orgasm, she snapped back to reality. She must have been in there for at least forty minutes by now, and she hadn't even showered yet. Quickly standing up and turning on the shower, she was again grasped by the beautiful image in the mirror. She started turning herself around, giving herself a good look of every inch of her naked body. A body, she knew, she would quickly grow accustomed to, and a body which could give her immense pleasure. This body was perfect, and she let out a big smile when she realized she would always have access to it, anywhere, anytime. She figured it would mostly be her bed or the bathroom for now, but already she started wondering at the possibilities her new body gave her. She slipped into the shower, taking great care to wash her entire body, taking this as another opportunity to touch every inch of it. When she washed her vagina, she smelled her own juices on her hand, and they smelled sweet and wonderful, and she told herself she would soon try to see how they tasted. She took a long shower, ignoring the fact she had been in the bathroom for a long time by now. Struggling with all the hair she had, she didn't know how to wash it. So she just soaped it all up and then rinsed it. After a while the water started to cool down, and she realized she had almost ran out of warm water. She stepped out of the shower, and gently dried herself with a towel. Suddenly she heard her sister outside. 'Sam! What the hell are you doing in there? What's taking you so long?' Unable to answer because her voice was high pitched, and not even remotely like her male voice, Sam decided it was time to return to her normal self. She grabbed the feather, and brushed it against her nose. It took about a minute again to sneeze, and the anticipated headache came up, then immediately subsided. He was getting used to these headaches, and they already seemed far less bad than when he had started this whole thing this morning. Dressing again, he went outside, where his sister was waiting for him. 'Took you long enough to come.' Sam ignored her remark and brushed past her as he stepped into his room, and closed the door behind him. He had much to think about. Sam Ch. 02 I got to work the next day and there was already an email from Sam. I opened it and silently groaned at the one sentence message, "Andy, I have to have you." My heart grew warm at the nickname he had given me. We had opened up during the last few days and he had started calling me "Andy". He was the only one that had shortened my name that way and it made me feel so special. Taking action, I got on the internet and mapped out a hotel near our houses. I emailed him the address and room number, which I had confirmed and charged to my credit card, and told him to be there at 7:00pm. "You move fast," he replied. "I know what I want, and I want you," I told him. After what seemed an unusually long day at work, I raced home to get ready for him. I took a long, hot, bubble bath with my favorite scented bath salts, and groomed my body soft and smooth for him. I dressed in a pair of snug capris and a white tank top with no bra, accentuating my ass and making my nipples visible through the shirt. Sam loved the look of my ass in the pants I usually wore and the hint of my breasts beneath my close-fitting tops. He often told me he got hard just looking at me as I strolled past his department. I got to the hotel and quickly placed the candles on the tables and turned off the lights. Seeing the warm glow of the candles and the shadows on the wall as the flame flickered made my heart beat faster as I waited for Sam to arrive. I pushed the bag under the bed and looked at myself in the mirror on the wall. Surrounded by the soft glow, I looked so sexy. My breath was coming faster with the anticipation and I could see my breasts rising and falling. My nipples grew hard under my shirt and I reached up to cup my breasts, sliding my thumbs over my nipples. I groaned out loud, imagining Sam's hands on them. I turned around and looked at the way my ass was presented in my capris. I heard the click of the door as Sam opened it and I turned towards the door. He stood there in the doorway, the darkness of the room masking his face. "Sam..." I whispered. The light from the candles behind me silhouetted my body. Smiling at him, I cupped my breasts and ran my hands down my body as I walked the few steps to the bed. I climbed onto the bed on all fours, presenting my ass to him. I looked back at him, arching my ass into the air. "Are you going to just stand there?" I asked. He stepped inside and closed the door. When he walked inside the soft glow of the room lit up his face and I could see the passion and raw desire in his face. All of a sudden he moved forward and I kneeled on my knees to meet him. He grabbed me, his hands caressing my breasts, squeezing my nipples. He lowered his head and shoved his tongue in my mouth, crushing my breasts to his chest as we fell down on the bed. No words were spoken as we attacked each other, feeding off the taste and feel of our hands and tongues. It was such raw need and lust. It was hot. His lips slid down my neck, biting all the way, and my hands followed his head down my chest. Through my shirt he bit at my nipples, causing me to gasp out loud, and lower he went, biting my stomach. He slid his hands down my legs and then frantically unbuttoned my pants, peeling them down my legs. He threw them on the floor and slid my heels off my feet. His hands trailed back up my legs, caressing them, gasping. "God, your legs feel as silky as they look, Andy." I lay on the bed, almost unable to move. He was still dressed in his business shirt and tie, and he looked so lost and hungry kneeling between my legs. He slid his hands to my inner thighs, pushed them apart, and just stared at my pussy. He looked up at me, his eyes so dark and stormy. His face was so beautiful; he had no smile. I could see the desire in his face, and I could feel it in the shakiness of his hands. I arched my hips towards his face, silently begging him to touch me. Without warning, he grasped my hips and pulled me to the edge of bed, smashing his face between my legs. His hot tongue plunged between my lips, devouring the pool of wetness already there. He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips, and I cried out, pushing my pussy into his mouth. Leaning up on my elbows, whimpering at the pleasure, I watched as his face disappeared and his mouth bathed my pussy. His tongue slathered up and down my slit, swirling around my clit, and then going back down. Each time he licked my hard nub, I almost screamed, the feeling was so intense. He began teasing me, licking my clit and learning my body, licking until I was almost there - almost over the edge - then he would take his mouth away, smile and look up at me. I looked at him with need, begging him to give me the pleasure he was keeping from me. My eyes pleaded with him, my hips arching. Smiling a dangerous, sinister smile, he slid one finger between my lips, then up to flick my clit, still looking at me. I couldn't look away from his face, already addicted to that look of desire and control he knew he had over me. Suddenly, he plunged his fingers into my cunt, slamming them in hard. Losing my strength, I fell onto my back on the bed, whimpering, gasping out loud. He lowered his face again, flicking at my clit with his tongue, still fucking me with his fingers, and I could feel myself quickly approaching the edge of all feeling. He wasn't stopping, and the feeling was so hard, so intense, that I could barely breathe. I was at the edge, and with one last plunge of his fingers and one final flick of his tongue, Sam sent me hurtling into space. Stars exploded behind my eyes and I lost the ability to breathe. My body was on fire, and he wasn't stopping. He continued to lick my clit and fuck my pussy, following me through my orgasm. It felt so good, painful even, to explode like that, that I began to crawl backwards on the bed, but he followed me, crawling up with me. I kept trying to escape his mouth and fingers, and my back and head hit the mirrored wall behind me. He followed me, lapping up my cum, as I sat on the bed, my back against the wall. I still couldn't breathe and I felt like I was going to pass out when I exploded into another orgasm, or was it still the same one? My body was so out of control. My hips arched into him, my hands burying into his hair and he started biting me, making me cry out in the most pleasure I had ever felt. I was weak. I couldn't fight it anymore, so I just let myself go. I ground my pussy into his face, still holding his head, and rode his tongue and fingers through my third and fourth orgasm. He fucked me so good. Eventually I found my voice, and with all the strength in my body, I was only able to whisper, "Sam, fuck me. FUCK ME!" He looked up at me with his cocky confident grin, still fucking my pussy with his fingers. He didn't say a word, just watching me as I was lost in the sensations only he could provide. I was his, for now and for all time, and he knew it. I came down slowly as my body recovered from the heights he had taken me to. I had never had multiple orgasms and never had I had any as hard and intense as now. As he saw I was coming down, he got off the bed and started taking his clothes off. We had never seen each other's bodies before and his was magnificent. I tore my top off, the seams tearing with my urgency, and threw it across the room. I kneeled on the bed to help him with his clothes. His shirt was already unbuttoned, and I slid it off his shoulders, caressing his chest, shoulders and arms. On my knees on the bed, I pulled his head down and kissed him, tasting myself on him. I groaned at the taste and greedily licked him clean. Our tongues dueled softly, battling each other. I kissed down his chest to his stomach, then slid my hands under his waistband and slid my palms over his ass, pushing his pants off with them. Needing to be closer, I crawled off the bed and knelt on the floor in front of him. I pressed my face to his stomach, trailing my hands down his ass then up his back. He kicked his shoes off, stepped back and out of his pants, and I looked up at him, his flat stomach flexing with his heavy breathing. I reached out and began rubbing his hard cock through his underwear. I had imagined what it would feel like and look like, and the moment was finally here. He gasped at my first initial touch, and his body jerked on contact. I smiled and laid my face against his crotch, moving my cheek against his cock. His hands slid into my hair as he looked down at me, burying his hands in my curls. I reached up and pulled his underwear down and his wonderful cock jumped out, hitting me in the face. It was already hot and hard, and it stood straight up. Immediately I grasped it in my hands, rubbing it, stroking it up and down. It was so big I could barely wrap my fingers around it. His breathing deepened as I grasped his shaft at the base with my hand and suddenly slid my mouth onto it, all the way to the hilt. My mouth was filled with his cock, my lips stretched wide around it. He gasped out loud and clutched the back of my head as his knees buckled. I buried my face in his crotch and swallowed, gagging, and then backed off a little to breathe, and started fucking his cock with my mouth. I stood up and pushed him back onto the bed, sliding between his legs on my knees, taking his cock into my mouth again. I worshiped his cock with my lips and tongue, slathering it with my saliva, tasting it, memorizing its feel and texture. I lifted his cock and slid my mouth to his balls, licking them and feeling the spongy skin contract and tighten with each stroke of my tongue. I sucked one of his balls into my mouth and my body sang when I heard him say, "Oh my GOD!" I devoured his cock and balls for what seemed like only minutes, and I could hear his need in his groans and whispers. I could tell he was almost ready to go and as he had teased me, I teased him. I sucked and licked him up to that point, then I'd stop and take his cock in my hand and gently and slowly stroke it, bringing him down gently. I did this for a while, until he growled and sat up and pulled me to him. Our mouths met in a fury, teeth hitting teeth, tongues mating and teeth biting. He threw me down onto the bed on my back, pulled me towards him and spread my legs, pressing his dick right at my hole. He put in just the tip, and then stopped and looked down at me. "Do you want it?" he asked, whispering, and I could see his eyes twinkle. He was so good at pleasing me, and as it would turn out, teasing me as well. "Please Sam, give it to me!" I begged, trying to inch closer to bring him deeper inside me. "Do you want it?" he asked again. "Yes, Sam, I want you! Now fuck me!!" I gasped, my heart beating hard. He started to slip a little more of his dick inside me and then stopped. "Nooo," I cried out, "pleeeaaaseee..." My hips automatically arched up, and he pulled back. "How bad do you want it?" Without thinking about it, I rose up quickly on my hands and pushed my pussy onto his cock, sliding all the way up. "Aaaaaaa, FUCK!" I screamed. He gasped, and began fucking my pussy, slowly, drawing out the strokes, slowly filling me. We both groaned at the sensation. He was so big and he fit so perfectly. I could feel each and every inch of him slide into my pussy, filling me all the way. My pussy lips were swollen from his oral attack and I could feel them give when he slid in, and then expand when he pulled out. I looked down and saw his dick slide out, thick and shiny from my juices. I could hear the sound of our bodies coming together, the hot sticky sound of flesh on flesh. I slid my hand down to touch his cock, wrap my fingers around it, feel it slide into my pussy through my hand. He threw his head back and groaned, growled. Collapsing back onto the bed, I pulled him down to me. His chest covered mine and I wrapped my legs around his back, moving with him as he fucked my pussy. He kept plunging in and pulling out, in and out, in and out. He lowered his head and took my nipple into his mouth, biting it hard. I screamed, clutching his back, molding my hips to his. I fucked his dick, setting my own rhythm that he matched, both of us gasping at the pleasure and both seeking our first release together. He began to pump a little harder and faster and his face got intense and tight. "Sam...." I gasped. "Andy, cum with me," he gasped. The look on his face made me so much hotter, the look in his eyes, so hot and needy, it gave me power, knowing I could bring him to this point. I got a surge of feeling at this knowledge and it made me work harder to bring him closer to the edge, closer with me. I felt his body tighten. I clutched his shoulders and wrapped my legs around him tighter, rubbing my pussy on his pelvis, and I could feel myself so fucking close to the edge. I wanted to wait for him, to go together. It was so intense. More intense than anything I'd ever experienced. My own body began to tighten, the blood coursing through my veins at a frightening speed. My body was on a high I couldn't explain but I was addicted with just this taste of it. I never wanted it to end. I was so close. I could feel it coming. I unwrapped my legs from his waist and planted my feet flat on the bed, lifting my pussy to him as he pumped in and out. His arms were shaking as he held himself up, and his face had a look of painful pleasure as he got closer to the edge. He pumped into me, his cock filling my pussy. Slammed to the hilt, I clenched his cock with my pussy muscles, and he lost it. He cried out as he came, and I held him inside me, milking his cock with my pussy. He continued to pump in and out, barely breathing, as he filled me with his cum. "Oh my god," he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut. I felt his load shoot inside of me, coating my pussy walls, and that shot me over the edge and into oblivion. The feeling of his hot cum filling me up, the smell of his jizz made me scream out. My pussy was on fire, my juices coating his hard cock. My body moved on its own, meeting his thrusts, and my body arched into his. His hands gripped my hips, holding me down as he thrust inside me over and over again, filling me full of his hot, hard cock. "Yes, fuck my pussy, Sam. Fill me with your cum!" Finally, with one last grunt, he pumped the last of his load inside me, and just stayed lodged inside my spasming pussy. With each contraction, I could see his face tighten up and his body jerk from the ripples of our orgasm. He collapsed on top of me, still inside me, and I wrapped my arms around his chest and wrapped my legs around his waist. He jerked again, gasping as I moved, and I felt him inside me, still full and hard. Looking down at me, he lowered his head and kissed me hard. Our tongues mated as we were, both of us feeding off the union of our bodies. Slowly, he rolled off me, pulling me to lay on his chest. We cuddled on the bed, holding each other, waiting for our racing hearts to slow down. My head was on his chest and I could feel his heart pounding. Eventually it slowed down and in the interim I had been caressing his cock, loving the feel of so much power in my hand. Sam's cock started to get hard again, and I scrambled between his legs to suck it into my mouth. Immediately I could taste the mixture of our juices; his hot cum and my juices. I could smell the musky scent of sex and it permeated all my senses. I could feel the stickiness of us on his cock and then as my saliva mixed, it became slippery. He settled on his back, plumping a pillow under his head, and just watched me. "You are so hot," he whispered, getting that satisfied smile on his face. I held his cock in my hands, loving it, stroking it, licking up the bottom of the shaft. I sucked it down into my throat and began pumping it with my mouth, swirling my tongue around his magnificent mushroom head. I held it up and took his balls into my mouth, trying to stuff both of them in, and heard him groan. I looked up at him, his hands clenching the bedspread, his face contorted in so much pleasure. His balls popped out of my mouth and I began licking the shaft again. "Do you like it? I asked. "Do you like your cock in my mouth?" "I'd like it better in your ass," he whispered. I continued licking and sucking his dick, pressing my face into his pubes, holding him there. I could hear him gasping and writhing on the bed as I swallowed, and gagged. I drew up to get air, then fell back down on his cock, sucking his stick like he had never been sucked before. I stopped sucking, crawled up his body and after giving him a few kisses, sucking on his tongue like I had just done on his cock, I asked him, "Do you really want to fuck me in my ass?" "Yes! God, yes!" he exploded, his eyes pleading with me. "Let's do it," I said. He had a questioning look on his face and he sat up straight, looking me right in the eyes. "Andy, are you sure?" "Yes, I am. I want my first time to be with you." Sam groaned and closed his eyes. He leaned into me and kissed me long and hard, our tongues mating. I drew back and said, "I'm scared though. We have to go slow." I scooted off him and got on all fours, as he quickly moved around behind me. "Andy, are you sure you want this?" he asked. "Yes. I want to experience everything with you." "Okay, here we go..." he said, and I felt him reach between my legs. He scooped up some of our cum still pooled in my pussy and rubbed it into my asshole. He positioned his cock at my hole and pressed just a little and I could feel him trying, but my ass wasn't giving any. I was scared, I knew it was going to hurt, but I wanted to please him and experience this moment with him, so I tried to relax my body and my mind. I could feel him massaging my hole, getting it ready, then all of a sudden I felt his cock penetrate my ass. I hissed air in between my teeth, bracing myself for the pain, and he rubbed my back. "I'll go slow, relax baby" he said. He moved so slow and gentle, unsure of what was ahead. He had told me he had never fucked a girl in her ass before, and had never met anyone that he wanted to go that far with. It was the ultimate submission to him, something he wouldn't take lightly. "Okay," I whispered. I closed my eyes, and started breathing in and out, relaxing myself, which in turn relaxed my body. I immediately felt an extreme amount of pressure as he slowly slid his cock into my ass. It hurt, but amidst all the pain, I could feel tinges of pleasure shooting to my pussy. He continued to slide his cock into my ass, and after what seemed like hours of pressure, he was finally all the way in. "Are you okay?" he gasped, his voice strained. He caressed my back and leaned up and gently kissed my shoulders. "Mmmm, yes.....it hurts, but it feels so good. Don't stop," I moaned out loud, gasping at the invasion. "Oh my god, it's so tight!" he whispered. I felt him begin to move, slowly pulling back, but not out, then in again. The friction of his cock sliding back and forth in my ass was almost too much pleasure, and pain, for me to bear. It hurt so bad, but it felt so good. I could feel sweat forming on my body and I was loving every minute of it. It was so dirty what we were doing. His fingers dug into my hips, and as he bent forward to kiss my back, I felt a layer of sweat on his stomach as he pressed into my lower back. The feel of his lips on my back was so electric. I arched my back which in turn pushed my ass towards him, lodging his dick further into my ass. Gradually he started pulling further out and pushing in faster and soon he was fucking my ass like he had my pussy. "Oh, fuck!" he was gasping, gripping onto my hips as he plowed my asshole. A dull ache started building in my pussy. With each stroke in my ass, the ache got more powerful, and my body was flushed with the most intense heat. I was gasping for breath, trying to draw air into my lungs as he steadily fucked my ass hard. Sam Ch. 02 "I'm gonna cum, oh fuck, this feels so good!" Sam yelled. The feeling of his cock reaming my ass felt so raw, so hot, and the dull ache that had been building deep inside my pussy started burning like fire. With each stroke it got hotter and hotter and I could feel my whole body flush with sensation. My body was singing to the tune of his hard dick. "I'm gonna cum too! Fuck my ass, Sam, fuck it hard!" In what seemed like a monumental explosion, my pussy burst and I could feel my cum coating the inside of my thighs. I could feel my ass clenching around his cock as my body convulsed with my orgasm. He exploded right after me and I could feel his hot jizz being emptied into my ass, which was already on fire. My asshole felt raw and used, and I loved that feeling. Sam continued to pump his cock into my ass, until it was emptied, before he collapsed on my back. I loved his weight on me and would have stayed like that forever if we could, but my legs and arms were weak from my orgasm. I could barely hold myself up, but I didn't want to move. I wanted to keep his cock in my ass as long as I could. He laid on my back a while longer, breathing hard, then I felt my ass pushing his cock out as it slowly softened. When he was all the way expelled, he fell to the bed and pulled me with him, pulling my back against his chest. My body felt so wonderfully alive and my ass was throbbing, but it was a good hurt that I was experiencing, one I wanted to experience again and again..and again. To Be Continued...