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Changes 02

By: HopelesslyAddicted



Thanks to Mitchuncensored for editing this chapter! Please see Chapter 1 before reading

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"Mom! What's for - OH EEEWWWWW! Parental displays of affection!" Zac yelled as he entered the kitchen seeing his parents holding each other in front of the kitchen sink. He grabbed an apple off of the table and took a large bite out of it. "So, um, what's on the menu tonight? You know, other than each other, because that would just not be right." He threw a big smile to his mother and wrinkled his nose for effect. John started to laugh and Maria just stood there red faced and shocked. 

"Responsible adults my rear end John! This is not going to happen. You will just have to cancel with Jason." Maria wrung her hands and walked away from John. 

Zac's twin brother William walked into the fiasco that was the kitchen. "Jason? Isn't that Dad's old buddy from high school? He's the art guy, right?" He asked, looking at his dad. John nodded.

"Why would you have to cancel something with him?" He asked.

"Well," Zac started out, "Mother dearest doesn't think that we are responsible enough to be left home alone for a night, so they can go out and have a good time." He gave his brother a look over his shoulder. 

"That's not all of it exactly," John continued. "Your mother also thinks that she has nothing to wear out to and is fussing over it. But I told her that she should take you boys over to the mall to help her pick out an outfit for our adventure into the adult night life." Zac's mouth hung open slightly and William just seemed to smile. "Would you boys agree to take your mother out and find her something to wear?"

"What are we talking about here? Buying an outfit or getting an entire look? Because mom, no offense, even though you have a great figure hidden in those frumpy clothes, just throwing on an amazing outfit isn't going to work. We might just need to take you out and get you a full makeover or something to make you see it. You would look great with some makeup and a new hair style." said Zac as he took another bite of the apple. "I know that it is cost effective for you to cut your own hair, but please mom, let's go get it done. I'm gonna call ahead and make an appointment with Reggie, she's a genius with hair." He walked out of the room and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. 

Maria just stood in the kitchen with her mouth open, staring at the now vacant seat. "He's right mom. I think you could use a little bit of a makeover. I know a couple places we can go where they give you free ones. Natalya is working tonight at the mall. She might be able to help you out." William threw his girlfriend's name into the mix and stared at his shoes, rather embarrassed, or so it appeared. 

"Thanks boys. Your mother is going to go get her coat and meet us in the garage. I'm driving." John seemed as giddy as a kid in a candy store as he headed down the hall for his shoes and coat. William followed behind while Zac could be heard in the garage laughing on his phone. The only one still unable to move was Maria. 

She glumly grabbed her purse off the back of the chair that she had been sitting in earlier and pulled it onto her arm. She heard the car start and headed into the garage. One of the boys had grabbed her coat and hung it off of the open passenger side door. She reached for her coat and slid into the car. The drive to the mall was rather a blur to Maria, as the boys conversed around her. She was stuck inside her own mind re-living that moment in the café from earlier, praying that when they met up with Jason, he would not remember or recognize her. Oh what would she do if he said something? She didn't know, but she was not happy about the possibility that he might in fact do just that. 

When they arrived at the mall, Zac dragged Maria off to the hair salon while William and John slipped away into the throngs of people. "Reggie!" Zac yelled when they were in view of the salon. A slim beauty with bright pink hair stepped out and greeted Zac in a big hug. "Reggie, this is my beautiful mother Maria. Mom, this is the beautiful Reggie. She is going to take care of you, I promise." Reggie nodded and looked over Maria, she did a whole once around and came back to stand in front of her. 

"Well, I agree that she needs a cut and style." She said to Zac, as though Maria wasn't there. "Her split ends are out of this world. I think she could use a little bit of highlight and lowlight action or just a bit of bleach streaks here or there." At the mention of bleach Maria shuddered. Reggie made a funny sound at Maria's face and smiled, "Don't worry, I'll show you some pictures of what I am thinking will look smashing on you. We can decide from there." She nodded and pulled Maria into the salon. Maria plopped down into the chair that Reggie nudged her at and watched as she scampered back to the seating area to grab those pictures. 

Zac smiled at his mother and laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Everything is going to be fine mom. Don't worry mom. I will stay with you through every peroxide covered step of this torture." Maria gulped in air and glanced back at her son just as Reggie turned the corner with two large books in her hands. 

"Ok, here is option one. I think a simple low and high light mixture to set off your face. But, I think that your eyes are beyond smashing and they need to be highlighted more and this 'Plain Jane' brown hair just isn't doing it for you dear. You need to add a little bit of spice. Here is what I think for option two. I am thinking, and hear me out, that we go with something like this." She flipped the page and Maria almost fell out of her chair. "Don't say anything yet, hear me out. We style your hair to be a little longer than this. We keep most of the length, keeping it at just above your shoulders. We hit this top layer of hair with some drastic bleaching to make your eyes pop against your face, but keep this bottom layer, the dark brown that you have and add some low lights to it to make the blonde pop. Trust me Maria, it is going to make you one hot mama. Besides, this half hair style is really in right now. Keeping up to date with the latest fashions was one of the requirements wasn't it? And I'm not going to turn you into some plastic looking bimbo I promise. You are just going to look hip, and fab. You won't even be able to recognize yourself. I shall turn you into a... shy vixen. That's what we are going to call it. Are you ready?" Zac nodded before Maria could make a reply and she was turned around and her hair was attacked on three sides by the ladies of the salon. 

What seemed like an eternity later, Maria was about to look at the finished product in the mirror, but couldn't seem to bring herself to open her eyes. "Oh, WOW, is that my mother?" Zac's strangled voice broke through her foggy brain and she opened her eyes and caught her reflection in the mirror. The breath she didn't know she was holding escaped her in a rush and she clung to the chair for dear life. One hand came up to touch her face, like she could not believe that the sultry vixen in the mirror was her. Reggie smiled at her from over her shoulder and looked down at her handiwork. "Mom, you look smoking hot. Who knew?" Zac smiled and handed Reggie her payment and pulled Maria from the chair. "Come on we are on a time schedule here. We have to get you over to poor William before he dies of embarrassment in Victoria's Secret." 

Maria finally found her voice. "Why... Why on earth is he in there?" 

Zac smiled. "That is where his girl works. She is going to hook you up in the undergarment department and hit you with some make up, Then we are going to go get you a killer out fit to match the hair." Maria's face was as red as the brassiere in the window as they finally made it to the store. William was talking to a cute little brunette, but abruptly turned when Zac smacked him in the ass. "Hey, hey, bro. Check it, what do you think?"

William's mouth was hung open and the girl he was standing with closed it for him. "Gee, Mrs. Lopez, the hairstyle looks great. The picture William showed me on his phone did not do you justice. Let's get started and get these boys out of here." She laughed and pulled Maria into the store while nudging William playfully before she left them. "Don't worry you're in good hands. From what William has informed me, your closet looks like something out of the sixties and you need a re-vamp. I'm not going to foist some frilly things your way and say jump on in. I am going to help you find a look that makes you feel comfortable and sexy all at the same time. So, we are going to start over here." She made grand motions around the store. A half hour later, Maria was holding a bag filled with some lace and frill that she never would have pictured herself in, but felt incredible in all the same. 

"If you just step over here, we will give you our complementary make over and set you up with some mother and vixen approved make up tips." She smiled and laughed with Maria making her feel very welcome, almost like they had a great friendship, considering that they had only met no more than an hour ago. With her makeup done and another bag filled with make-up, she exited the store to find both of the boys staring at the list of stores.

"Oh, wow, mom, ok, uh..." William stammered out and stared at his hands. 

"Mom, look at you!" Zac sounded so thrilled. "Come on, we have a few stops to make."

He pulled her along into a long line of stores, grabbing cute girls to help her out along the way. He seemed almost way too familiar with them. She was tossed into dressing room after dressing room and tried on many things that she never thought she could pull off. Finally, she tried on a dress that stuck to her curves like a glove. Wearing one of those new lacy push-up bras that she bought would make the dress feel so much better. It was a red dress that came to the middle of her thigh on her right leg and cut to just below the knee on her left. One shoulder was bare, and the other was encased in black lace sleeve that came to her elbow. There was a belt, if you could call it that, of black lace that tied right below her breasts. She looked HOT. 

As Maria stared at herself in the mirror, she ran her hands down her form, and for the first time in a long time, felt like a woman. Not just, Mom, or wife, but really felt like a woman. She came out of the dressing room in sheer excitement and did a little twirl for the nice sales girl and Zac, who had accompanied her into every store while William floated back to his father, his mission completed. Zac's jaw hit the floor and the girl cheered and quietly clapped. "I think we have a winner." She said as she rushed off to find a pair of pumps and a purse to top off the dress. 

"We certainly do. Wow mom, I told you. You had a figure hiding under all those baggy clothes that you wear. You just need to let your inner vixen shine every once in a while." He hugged her from behind, his face on her shoulder and kissed her cheek softly. There was nothing remotely inappropriate about the embrace, but it felt naughty. Zac released her and went back to his chair as the girl scurried back in carrying a few boxes of shoes and a small red handbag covered in black lace. 

"This purse goes to a T, but I'm thinking that black shoes would be best. I wasn't sure the kind you prefer, so I brought a few over. I think this classic black pump should do the trick." Maria slid into the black pumps and was surprised that they fit so well. She looked down at her feet and smiled at the shoes. They gave her an extra three inches of height that she didn't normally have, but she liked them all the same. 

"I think I am going to stick with these. They just feel.... right." The girl nodded and motioned for her to head back into the fitting room to change. When she stepped inside there was another outfit hanging there that she didn't remember picking up. There was a short black mini skirt, and a shiny blue frock top. She slid out of her dress and into the skirt. It fit like second skin and clung to her hips. The top was beautiful and felt even better on than it looked. She decided that she was going to get this outfit as well. She changed into her old clothes and stepped out of the room holding the three hangers. "I want to have a look around at the accessories, before we check out." The girl nodded and collected the shoes and the clothes she was holding murmuring that they would be at the counter waiting for her. 

Zac could barely make eye contact, but she ignored this as she headed over to the earrings and picked out a few new pair. A necklace of dark chains and a few rhinestones caught her eye. She tried it on and realized that it was more of a choker, and thinking back to the cut of the dress, it would be perfect. She grabbed a few packages of bobby pins that had a similar style to them for good measure. She approached the purses and a small black leather evening bag caught her eye, she collected it and thought of the mini skirt. A red scarf completed her purchase and she headed over to the counter. Zac walked to the entrance to grab a hold of his brother. A sweet scent caught her attention and she grabbed the bottle it was emanating from. "Sweet Revenge" was the name on the label, and she grabbed one of the large bottles and added it to her purchase. 

"Who are you and what have you done to my wife?" John asked as Maria left the store and headed over to the three boys sitting on the bench. She looked sharply up at him, afraid that her new look was not a good thing, but he was smiling. He was very appreciative of the new look. There was that lustful gleam in his eye. As she got closer, he ran his hand first up her back then back down again. Instead of batting him away like she normally would, she let him let his hand linger. She could tell by his slight intake of breath that he noticed what she let him do. "Home then?" He asked. The boys nodded and jumped up off the bench. 

As they approached the house, Maria felt antsy. Here she was going to meet with the man that she had openly gawked at not hours ago. Just the thought of seeing him in all his tall glory made her insides jumpy. She looked over to John who was driving. He was laughing at something the boys said, and was not noticing the bout of nerves that his wife was going through. This evening was shaping up to be both something out of a fantasy, yet also out of a nightmare. John hit the button for the garage as they pulled into the driveway. Maria's nervousness hit another highpoint. This was really going to happen. A meeting with Jason was really going to happen in only a few hours!

Maria raced upstairs with her purchases and jumped into the hot spray of the shower careful to keep the water from soaking her hair. She soaped up and tried to scrub the image of Jason's smile from her mind. After her bath, she donned her new sexy lace underwear and matching bra and then slipped into the red dress, the material fitting her like second skin. She then turned her attention to re-fluffing her hair and donning her make-up. She was adding the finishing touches when she heard a car pull into the driveway. Her heart stopped thinking that Jason was here at her home. She ran from her vanity counter in her bedroom to the bathroom to get a good look at the driveway. A gleaming black Jaguar was parked there. John was out on the front steps talking to an older gentleman. He nodded his head at something the man said and motioned up to the window where Maria was standing. The older man nodded and headed back to the car. Relief swept through Maria quelling the small spike of disappointment that it was not Jason's that had pulled in. She ran back to her vanity and was smoothing the line of her dress when her husband knocked lightly on the door. 

"Maria honey, there is a car outside waiting to take us to the restaurant, whenever you are ready meet me down stairs." His voice was light and not demanding knowing full well it could take Maria another twenty minutes to be ready. 

"Just a few more moments dear, and I will be down. Go see what the boys are planning tonight, and pull my long black coat out of the closet for me. I want to make sure that I am dressed warmly enough so if it gets chilly tonight...." She let her voice trail as she heard her husband chuckle as he walked down the stairwell. She took a deep breath and grabbed up her new bottle of perfume and doused herself with it and gathered her courage then stepped out of her room and into the hall. She could hear the boys talking in the living room at the bottom of the steps. 

"Dad, we are not going to throw a party, we were just going to invite our girls over and have some pizza. Will wanted to know if it was ok if we invited them over. You know his girl would show after she was done with work, we'd have a pizza and watch a movie on demand or something. We'd pay for it, no need to give us money or anything. It's nothing big, four people, a pizza and a movie. Please????" Zac was pleading with his father. 

"Well, if you boys are going to pay for it and clean up after yourselves I think that could be in order. You both have to be asleep at a reasonable hour though, you both do have work in the morning." Maria descended the stars and was coming around the corner seeing both of her boys nodding emphatically that they would indeed be in bed at a decent hour. John was smiling at them and agreed that they could invite their girlfriends over and have pizza, nothing outrageous for the movie either, because he would be able to tell what they watched. He turned and looked at Maria and his shock was noticeable. It was on the tip of John's tongue to suggest that they stay home, ship the boys off to their friend's houses and have an evening all to themselves. But he knew that she had done all this preparation for an evening with his friend and he was not going to spoil her fun. John took stock of himself and willed his erection down. It did not want to listen and so he casually re-arranged himself with the most nonchalance that he could muster. It didn't work however, because Maria had noticed it and her eyes went glassy as her lips parted slightly. 

John took that moment to drape his wife's shoulders with her coat and kiss her open mouth. The kiss was light, but he needed to keep it that way or they would never get out of the house. Zac looked back and forth between his parents and chuckled, ushering them out of the house, as Will looked at him as if he had grown a second head. "Later dude," Zac mumbled as he shut the door on his parents and headed back into the living room with his brother. 

A gentleman got out of the car and held the door so that both Maria and John could enter it and promptly closed it, shutting the couple inside the warm vanilla scented car. "Please let me know if it gets too warm back there. We do have a wee bit of a drive downtown and I refuse to take the highway. There have been too many accidents of late, so we will be taking more of a scenic route. There are refreshments there in the cabinet to your left sir, if you both care to partake before dinner. There is a button to your right Madame, it is the intercom button. Please press it if you want to speak, the glass separating us is rather sound proof, and my older ears get the better of me and often can't hear when you speak without it." He breathed in a sigh of relief as he pulled out of the drive and onto the quiet streets. "My name is Ian, if you should have need of me." The older man's burly accent came through the speakers and both John and Maria nodded.

"This is quite a treat. We don't have to drive, which means that we can have a few drinks, care for one before dinner?" John asked his wife as he opened the small cabinet compartment. "Oh, look there are mini bottles. They do have rum in here dear." Maria looked at the small bottles in the compartment and thought about how the evening would most likely play out and decided that she might just need a bit of liquid courage. 


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"What else do they have dear? Rum is often too strong for me without a mixer." She eyed the cabinet and spotted a small bottle that seemed to be what she was looking for. "Is that whiskey?" 

"And you thought the rum would be too strong? It's Southern Comfort I believe...." John pulled the bottle up to examine the label, Maria snatched it out of his hands and he chuckled to himself and said. "If this is the way the night is starting, I can't wait to see the end of it." Maria smiled loosely as she pried the top off the bottle and took a healthy gulp. She needed to drink it that fast or it wouldn't have the effect that she wanted. She glanced sheepishly up at her husband after she heard is words. At the mention of the words at the end, it brought her buzz up short. What would happen at the end of the evening? 

Images danced in her head. Perhaps because of her buzz and the stress she was daydreaming. They were hot, erotic images of bodies intertwined on silk sheets, rose petals, and chocolate. Her mind went numb, her fingers tingled, and her breath hitched. The colors whirled in front of her face and became clearer. The couple encased in heated passion, she could see the woman contort in ecstasy and thrust out her breasts. She pressed her lover's head closer to her body, her lips making an "oh". Her lover pressed closer, pulling her legs apart and exposing her to his view. His sun kissed skin a contrast against the woman's creamy complexion. His face was buried in her silky curls enjoying giving as much as she enjoyed receiving. Her fingers were buried in her lover's dark hair, willing him to look, staring blatantly at the sensual act being performed on her. His piercing blue gaze caught hers and Maria's breath stopped, it was Jason! 

WHUMP. A large bump jolted Maria out of her dream and she felt herself holding tightly to the bottle. She looked over at her husband still interested in the liquor cabinet and felt herself relax while she glanced down at the bottle in her hands. She chanced another gulp and thought, once more about the sex scene that involved Jason.



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Thanks to  MitchUncensored for editing this. I know that it's been a long time in coming, but I haven't been able to post. I'm working on the next chapter which will be even better yet. Please see chapters 1 & 2 before proceeding, and as always : Enjoy!



John looked over at his wife from under his lashes, she was contemplating the small bottle of Southern Comfort like it was her last hope on the planet. He wondered what had gotten into his wife today, When he had left this morning for work, she was his cute disheveled housewife. Lately he had noticed that he and his wife had fallen into a routine, work, dinner, and in bed by eight. They didn't have a life outside of their home, sure they worked but they never got out anymore. There had been a knock on the door right before lunch that afternoon at his office. When he opened it, he was surprised to see Jason on the other side of the door. Jason came in and they stuck up a quick and easy catching up session. Jason told him about his company and small photography business he had on the side. Jason owned a large costume manufacturing company, they produced costumes and theatrical equipment for movies and on the stage. His photography business sprung up out of it as a small side gig that seemed to be taking up a large part of his time, but producing great profit. He claimed he was in the office trying to find a new accountant for his enterprise and happened to see his good buddies name on the directory. 

John then filled his friend in on things at home and with his life, they got to talking about routines and john told Jason how he felt things at home were getting, well, boring. Jason agreed that when things get to that point, you need to let loose, or lose all your fun. Jason told him that he and his girlfriend were going out to celebrate some great business deal and invited John and Maria to join them. "Its been such a long time since we all hung out. Besides, it will be my treat, no need to worry about anything, I wanted my girl to gain some friends in the area, we met while on a business trip, and she moved out here with me when some of my things got relocated. Wanted to set up some ties in the area, you know? Get some friends here, help keeping her from thinking that she is all alone." John nodded and thought it was a great idea and that he was going to talk to Maria when she got home. 

"I'm not an accountant, but there are a few in this building that would be perfect for what you need. I will call over Derek over for you, or better yet, here is his card. I send most of my clients to him when they need their books looked at. He can get you on the right page, he is a whiz." John looked over at the clock and thought about the Meeting that occurred a little over an hour ago. He was representing a small local business that wanted to break ground on a new store, he was waiting to hear back from both the inspector and the land owners any moment. 

"Am I keeping you from something John? You keep staring at the clock." Jason laughed. 

"No, I just had a big meeting with the board of some prestigious little committee for some business owners. We have come up with the building designs for a new store but this little committee has something against small owners and was fighting the sale. The land owners belong to the committee so it is a battle, and plus they will not decide anything until the building plans have been thoroughly inspected buy their people. It's just a bit of a hassle." He put his hands on his eyes and sighed. "But I'm looking forward to a verdict is all." Jason nodded. 

"Well, I'm going to go. I will take this and give your guy a call. Hey, just remember, I always was your lucky charm," he smiled and gave a small wave as he left the office, not two min after the door was closed behind him did the phone ring and he closed the deal. 

John smiled back at the memory as he pulled himself out the tiny bottle of Wild Turkey, and pulled a swift draw from it. Jason had been one of his better luck charms when it came to certain things, Jason was partially responsible for his meeting his wife, although he would never tell her that. 

Jason and their other buddy Chris were supposed to go pick up Chris's cousin and her friend from the airport. Jason pled sickness and asked John to go instead. When Chris and John got there, he met Chris's cousin Kelly, and her friend Maria, his future wife. Later Jason had admitted that he pled sickness because he had a crush on Maria and didn't think he would be able to keep his mouth shut. Maria began hanging out with the boys more often and eventually became their friend. Jason had always maintained that he had a crush on Maria, but since Maria was John's girl, she was way off limits and would not overstep. 

Jason was always a little quiet and shy, but as Maria joined our group, her infectious personality had helped him open up too. Maria and Jason became fast friends, and Jason claimed he was over his crush. When Maria and John decided to get married, john only wanted to have a best man and a bridesmaid. Maria had insisted that Jason, Chris, and their other friend Tom, all had to be in the wedding because it was only fair and that she would find extra people to be her bridesmaids. Maria had a very over inflated sense of right and wrong, and she always told you her opinion. 

After the wedding, everyone started to head their own way. Chris joined the military and was now an elite SEAL training some troops somewhere. Jason and Chris stayed in contact through the computer mostly, but they still chatted on occasion. Tom went to school and headed down to Miami where he resides with his wife and son. Jason had gone up to New York to pursue what he wanted to do, and that was the last he had heard from the guy. He did get the annual dirty Christmas card, and everyone got a birthday card in the mail, but they were from a New York address. After Maria and John had gotten married they had headed out to the west. They settled in a small town outside Vegas and made the trek to California on occasion. 

A hard bump jostled John out of his memories and he looked back at his wife. She seemed to be in her own little world also, he chuckled and knew that it wouldn't be too soon before she would be tipsy. It didn't take Maria much to get to drunk, not much at all, and she tried to not drink because of it, although this would be an experience for them. They would be going to dinner and night clubs afterwards, like normal adults. Maybe that is why she indulged. 

John took in her demeanor, and with it, that decadent dress she wore. When he had cheekily suggested that the boys take her shopping he didn't think she would agree as easily as she did. And when she came out of the store looking like a woman who had reinvented herself as a sexually charged vixen, John nearly had a heart attack. Where did his cute, mousy wife go? The one who would cuddle u with a book on the corner of the couch and chuckle to herself, the bookworm who struggled to get Zac through spelling classes because of his dyslexia? The woman who stepped into his living room only moments ago was not the same woman who had birthed twin sons without swearing like a trucker, or nursed them when they were sick. The woman who stepped into this car with him was something out of a wet dream he had once. She didn't seem to think that she wielded any kind of power over the male form; she didn't realize she was radiating sex and making John want to tell Ian to return them home. 

John was not really a possessive man, he never really was, but tonight with his wife in that dress he felt like a damn wolf, wanting to mark his territory. This might just turn out to be one of the hardest nights of his life. He knew that his wife was not wearing the outfit to impress anyone but him, but he still knew that every man in their right mind would have their eyes on her long, lean legs and her supple breasts. His wife was always looker, and when she had the boys her breasts swelled in size and she tried to hide them away. She thought that they were too big for her body and always wanted to cover her chest. Tonight's attire, however, did little to hide their size, and the bra she was wearing made them appear like they were going to slide out of the top of that dress. John licked his lips as he stared at his wife's chest, and then took another pull from the bottle. 

The ride to the city passed in relative silence except for the soft music coming out of the radio. Maria stared out her window watching the small little neighborhoods pass by, and John kept his eyes on his wife. He hoped that she didn't get completely drunk later this evening. She never went too far, but he had a feeling some things were going to change tonight. Something seemed to be bothering her tonight, but he just couldn't figure out what it was. He wasn't sure it was nervousness, because she seemed jumpy even before he told her about this evening out with Jason. 

Her anxiety perplexed him. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary today. She went to check on a few cars she had earmarked for the boys, but she had been checking all over the place for the last three weeks, so nothing out of the ordinary there. There was another large bump and John looked over at his wife. She seemed to be pulled out of some sort of day dream. Her face was flush and her breathing was ragged, almost like she had been running a marathon. The heaving her chest was doing was making John stare, even the tops of her breasts seemed flush. "You ok?" John asked his wife, and found that his voice sounded deeper than normal. She glanced over at him and smiled nervously, almost like she forgot he was there. She nodded and bit down lightly on her full lower lip. John stared openly at this and licked his lips.

Maria watched him lick his lips and her eyes flickered up to his. His eyes were glued to her face, but mostly at her lower lip, and she realized that she had bit down on it. She parted her lips to try and break John's concentration, and he looked up at her. His eyes had gone dark with arousal. He set down his little bottle of liquor and his hand reached out to pull Maria's face closer to his. His kiss was light at first, and then it turned hungry. His tongue snaked its way inside her mouth and she moaned. John pulled his wife onto his lap and slid his hands up and under the tiny hem of the dress. His hands came to rest on her lace covered ass and he groaned into her mouth. He kneaded the flesh through the material and shuddered when Maria used her nails on his scalp. The stopping of the car in the front of the restaurant jolted John back to reality. Slowly he released his wife and set her on her side of the car. She looked at him with a frown, and then she too noticed that the car had stopped.

She looked out the window to see the bright lights of the restaurant and she quickly became nervous again. She looked down at her dress and noticed for the first time that the hem of her dress had been pulled up to her waist by her husband. She gasped and quickly started to try and pull it back down. John saw Ian approaching his side of the vehicle and tried to block his wife from view. When his door was pulled open he stepped out quickly. "Just give her a moment." He said and Ian nodded. The older man pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to John with a smile. John stared down at it for a moment and then back at Ian. The older man laughed and gestured to John's face. John quickly understood and bent down to look at his face in the side mirror. His wife's lipstick was quite literally all over the bottom portion of his face. He smiled ruefully as he wiped most of it off, his lips and some of the surrounding tissue seemed almost stained with a slight red tint. 

When John stood straight once again he could see that his wife had exited the car and was smoothing down her dress. He stepped over to his wife and dabbed at her mouth with the piece of cloth in his hands, until her face was also cleaned of her run away lipstick. "Seems like we got a little carried away there, love." She blushed and nodded. She leaned down into the car and John groaned as the material of her dress pulled tightly over the curves of her ass and exposed just a little of the lace to his view. Maria looked up over her shoulder at her husband and saw the pained look on his face, then thought of the position she had just put herself in and smiled. She grabbed her purse and slowly, ever so slowly, straightened herself. 

John knew that his wife had done that on purpose, so he foisted her in front of him as they proceeded into the restaurant. He held on tightly to her trim waist and followed her closely as they entered the crowded place. There was a hostess about four people in front of them and they decided to just wait in line. As a few people moved forward, John took this as an opportunity to rub his erection against his wife's plump bottom. She squeaked in surprise, which drew the attention of a few people in line ahead o them. She blushed, and apologized as she rubbed her as back into him. John moaned in frustration as they were next to speak to the hostess. John realigned himself in his pants and stepped in front of his wife. "We are looking for Jason Herring, he told us to meet him here." 

The woman looked over at her little book and smiled. "Yes, Mr. Herring has a table reserved for this evening. He isn't here yet, but he said we could seat you when you arrived. This way please." She grabbed two menus off of her table and led the way through the very upscale restaurant to one of the tables near the back of the place. There were small sections of the restaurant sectioned off, which were obviously for private parties, and seated them in one of these sections. "Olivia will be your waitress for this evening. She will be over in just a moment to tell you about our specials for this evening. Please enjoy your meal." The hostess bobbed in a slight bow and exited the area. The table was a giant booth and John decided that he should sit in front of Maria, so she couldn't frustrate him further under the table. Maria frowned at his choice of seating, but said nothing as she pondered the menu. 

As Maria was looking over her menu she noticed that there was someone standing at the edge of the table, she looked up to see a little waitress. "My Name is Olivia; can I start you folks off with something to drink tonight?" John looked over at his wife, and then down to the menu, which had absolutely no prices on it. 

"Do you serve beer?" John asked and spotted Maria rolling her eyes. "What?" she just shook her head as the waitress laughed. 

"Yes, the list is in the small booklet there."She pointed to the small book at the end of the table. He reached over for it and flipped through the pages to the beers. "For you Ma'am?" The waitress turned her attention to Maria. 

"Just a coke for now, please." The waitress nodded and turned back to John jotting Maria down in her little book. 

"I will have the Sam Addams in a bottle, please." John said as the waitress looked back over at him. She nodded. John looked over at his wife. "Are you sure you don't want a mixed drink? They have those in here to." He motioned at the book. She looked at it, then back to John, then back to the book. She bit down on her lip again. 

"John, I think I..." Maria started to say, but she stopped as the waitress returned with their drinks, and another couple. Jason had arrived. Maria looked panicked, and grabbed John's beer before he could grab it and chugged some of it. 

"John, glad to see that they seated you before we got here." Jason spoke in his deep voice. "Alice here couldn't decide what she wanted to wear, and we got caught in traffic." It was then that Maria noticed the very petite blonde woman at Jason's side. She was small in stature, and had an almost pixie like appearance. She reminded Maria of Tinkerbell. A slow wave of disappointment crept over Maria that Jason would have a girlfriend, but she shoved it ruthlessly aside. "Guys, this is Alice, Alice this is John and his wonderful wife Maria." he smiled. "At least, I think that's Maria." 

Maria slowly lifted her eyes to his and saw amusement twinkling in their depths. She gulped, and took another swig of John's beer. She then realized what she did and smiled sheepishly at her husband and handed him back his beer. Alice smiled at both of them and sat down next to John. Maria felt herself flush as Jason sat down beside her. His arm brushed against hers and she felt like she just might go up in smoke. Maria busied herself flipping through the pages of the little black book John had handed her..

John looked over at his wife and shook his head. He had no idea what she was up to, or even a concept of what was running through her brain. He took a sip of the beer she had thrust back at him and smiled ruefully that there was only about a half of a bottle left, he would have to order another one when the waitress came back around. He then looked over at Jason. 

"Its been a long time since we all sat down and had dinner together." Jason looked over at his date. "I think the last time I was at the table with John and Maria, she threatened to chop off his balls and bake them into a pie." Alice looked shocked, all John could do was choke on his beer and smile. 

"I remember that, what the hell did I do to make you that mad hun? Do you remember?" John looked at his wife as he could see she was mentally flipping back pages in her head trying to recall. 

"You had been flirting John. From what I remember, Maria and I had swung by your work to pick you up and you were flirting with a very leggy blonde. Maria was so aggravated at you." Jason laughed. "I swear I don't think she uttered so many curses at once before that day." 

"I remember that." Maria spoke up quietly. "Jason is right. We stopped to pick up some fast food on the way home and I wouldn't say one thing to you. You got all upset with me and kept asking what was wrong. I told you that if I ever saw you do it again, I would seriously think about chopping your balls off while you were sleeping and bake them into a pie." John stared at his wife recalling the event. "That is when Jason here piped in that it would be even more torturous if I then forced you to eat said pie." Maria laughed at the pained expression on Alice's face. 

The waitress took that moment to pop back in and gather drink requests from the new arrivals. Jason ordered a beer, and John piped in that he needed another one too. The waitress eyed him but said nothing. Maria conferred with the book before she ordered herself a "Blushin' Russian" , and Alice ordered herself a frozen daiquiri. 

Jason stared over at Maria for a moment before returning his gaze back to John. "Do you think she would have gone through with the plan John?" 

John chuckled, and took a sip from his bottle before answering. "No, but I do know she was really pissed at me that day. I don't think I ever made her as angry as that night." He took another sip and looked over at his wife who was now worrying her lower lip again. He groaned and shifted in his seat. "She had some self confidence issues back then, I think we have worked thought them pretty well, and she knows that there is only one woman for me. Right Honey?" 

Maria looked up at her husband and knew that he had asked her a question, but she couldn't for the life of her, answer it. She hadn't heard it. A group of people had walked by their table on the way to their own private haven and Jason's cologne assaulted her nose. Her brain had momentarily shut itself off just to savor the scent. When her brain finally registered that there was a silence she looked up at her husband's waiting face. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" Jason's laugh rumbled up from deep in his belly and Maria's stomach clenched. The sound was so husky and erotic that she thought her brain was just going to short circuit. She wasn't even looking at the man and he was teasing all most all of her senses. She closed her eyes as she felt the blood rush to her face. 




Changes 03



John stared at his wife as her face flushed to match her dress. He could see that the tips of her ears and the tops of her breasts were flush also, which only happened when she was either utterly embarrassed on turned on. He couldn't decide just by looking at her what mood she was in, but felt like the alcohol she had been drinking might just be part of the cause. "So Jason, kept in contact with any of the guys?"

Jason turned thoughtful and was about to speak when the waitress returned with everyone's drinks. "Give us a few more moments for our order." He mumbled and the waitress receded back into the crowd. "No not really, I get a few e-mails and a card or two." John nodded his head. " Everyone moved and I just kind of lost touch. It was just by chance that I happened upon your name earlier. I had no idea where the two of you squirreled yourselves away to." He opened his menu and scanned some of the items there. John proceeded to do the same and the table fell silent. 

Maria focused all of her brain power, as little as there was left, on the menu and tried to pick out the best option. She settled herself on the shrimp linguini Alfredo, it looked appetizing enough with the picture. She folded her menu and looked across the table at her husband. His eyes were also glued to his menu, or at least that's what she thought. Her eyes wandered over to Alice, who seemed lost. She was biting her bottom lip and darting looks between Jason and her menu. Jason appeared not to notice, and folded his menu. 

"So, Maria that is a very interesting hairstyle you got there." Jason smiled at her as he said it, and his eyes were filled with the twinkle of mischief. 

"One of Zac's friends helped me pick it out." Maria's words were full of more confidence than she actually had. "The boys thought I could be brought into the present a bit more with a trendy hairstyle." Maria looked over at her husband, but he didn't seem to notice the conversation at all. "They helped me go shopping earlier." 

"So you just got it done today?" Jason's wide smile was back in place as he slowly sipped on his beer. She nodded slowly and sipped her drink. The vodka and coffee liqueur going straight to her head. "They make those beautiful eyes of yours pop, almost as if you are starting into a bottomless pit of green." The way the word staring slid off his tongue made Maria choke. He chuckled and took a sip of his beer. 

'He did know! What now?' was all that was registering inside her head. Jason's hand brushed against her leg and she just about jumped out of her skin. Her gaze jumped to his and a slow smoldering look greeted her. Her lips parted as her heart started to race. Her tongue darted out to lick her suddenly dry lips and his eyes were riveted to her action. The heat in his gaze intensified and arousal slammed into her body. Her womb clenched and she bit her bottom lip. Jason groaned and turned from her just as the waitress stepped up to the table, effectively breaking the sudden sexual tension. Everyone placed their orders and she backed away. 

Alice suddenly stood and announced that she needed to visit the ladies room and Maria breathed a sigh of relief. "I will go with you." She said, and nudged as Jason's leg. He turned slowly and slid off the seat allowing Maia to exit. He stood close to her as she stood and she could feel heat radiating off of him. Before she could move, he stepped closer and she could feel his arousal pressed against her hip. Her startled gasp was enough to make him smile as he sat back down on the seat.

Maria and Alice entered the bathroom and headed to the sinks. "Jason talks about you a lot." Alice suddenly commented as she pulled a small makeup bag out of her purse. Maria's startled expression made her laugh and she continued. "More you than John." She sighed and leaned her hip against the counter top. "Sometimes he talks in his sleep if the dream is good enough." She suddenly looked sheepish like she was telling a big secret. "He dreams about you. I have heard him." She applied some eye liner and took a deep breath. "I wanted to meet you and jumped at the opportunity. I know it's odd, that I'm dumping this on you, but I-" a woman entered the room and the silence dropped. 

"You don't need to tell me these things Alice." Maria said on a groan, as quietly as she could, but loud enough so she could hear. 

"I confronted him once, when I got angry with him, and he admitted it. That he wanted you. Actually, he said that he and John talked about it once, sharing you I mean." Maria blushed as she stared openmouthed at the woman that kept creeping closer to her. "John didn't think that you would go for it," Alice was suddenly very close. Her hand reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind Maria's ear. "Just now he agreed that you wouldn't." Maria's heart was beating so hard that she thought it was going to pop out of her chest. Her mouth hung open with arousal, and her eyes glossed over. Alice leaned her head in and whispered into her ear. "I can see just why he was attracted to you." Suddenly Maria's ear lobe was in Alice's mouth. The petite woman's hands came up to lightly cup Maria's breasts, and in Maria's highly aroused state, she was loathe to stop this woman. She fought back a moan and leaned into the smaller woman. 

The sudden flush of a toilet broke the two women apart. Alice smiled slyly as she stepped back over to her makeup bag. Maria turned to her sink and started to wash her hands, which she noticed were shaking slightly. Her sexually charged brain tried to decipher what just happened. Alice had revealed that Jason had erotic dreams about her. Well, Maria was assuming they were erotic, and that John had once talked to him about having a threesome of some kind. Then to top it all off, Alice wanted her too, or at least a group tryst. 

The other woman walked to the sink between Maria and Alice and washed her hands and exited quickly, completely unaware of what had just occurred only three feet away, moments before. "You know," Alice looked at Maria through the mirror, "I think you could do it. As a matter of fact, I think you would love it." She turned to face Maria. "I used to be so shy and reserved." She had the same twinkle in her eye that Jason did. "Being with Jason has opened many new doors for me."

"What?" It was all Maria could bring herself to say. Rational conversation was completely beyond her comprehension at the moment, not that the current conversation was rational. 

"Jason and I are very open about sex. We like to share our experiences and our fantasies. Have you any of those?" Alice was getting closer again. "Delicious little fantasies? I had one. I wanted to have sex with another couple." Maria just stood there and stared at the woman discussing her private sexual fantasies in a restroom like they were talking about the weather. "Jason helped me live out that fantasy." a dreamy look passed over her face, and her lips curved in a seductive smile. "It was a thing of beauty. He helped me achieve that, so I want to help him achieve his fantasy, which seems to be turning into my new one. You." 

Alice was once again very close. Maria could feel her breath on her cheek. She opened her mouth to speak and Alice firmly silenced her with a swift kiss. Maria's sex fogged mind whirled at the feeling of another woman's lips on hers. She was acutely aware that the smaller woman had pressed her back into the cool tile of the wall, but she didn't much care. She was completely helpless to the onslaught of the little vixen. Maria's breathy moan was dragged from her throat as Alice nibbled and sucked on her lower lip. Alice suddenly pulled away and winked at Maria before grabbing up her makeup bag and heading out of the bathroom. "Let go and have fun tonight Maria. Make this a night, no one will forget." She spoke as she stopped at the door. "They will be like putty in your hands, all you have to do is heat them up." 

Maria turned looking at her reflection in the mirror and was shocked to see the state of arousal she was in. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes slightly smoky. Thanks to Alice's ministrations her bottom lip was slightly puffy from her kisses. Maria took a deep breath to steel her nerves against the emotions running rampant through her body. Her arousal was evident and she knew that John would see straight through any façade she could muster. "To hell with it" she thought as she ran her hands through her tousled hair. A small bubble of nervous laughter escaped her at her thoughts but she knew that there was nothing she could do about it. She took a deep breath and headed back to the table. 

John glanced up at Alice as she returned to the table first, a smug smile plastered on her face. He looked behind her, searching for his wife, but found she wasn't there. "Where's Maria?" he was perplexed and looked more at Jason than at Alice. 

"Oh, she should be along any moment." Alice placed her delicate hand on his on top of the table and John just stared at it for a moment and glanced sharply up at Jason. He was just about to open his mouth when he spotted Maria making her way back to the table. 

Jason stood and allowed her to slip past him and into the booth. "You okay?" John asked as he looked at his wife and stared at her suddenly plump bottom lip. His mind raced trying to piece together what could have happened in the bathroom. She smiled at him and noticed the smoky eyes and flushed face and it dawned on him. He shook his head, no not his wife. She would never do something like that. He glanced over to Jason and he was looking at Alice with a perplexed expression on his face. The clank of a glass knocked John's eyes from Jason and back to his wife who just gulped down the last of her alcoholic concoction. 

Maria licked her lips and picked out one of the strawberries from her glass, slowly she raised the fruit to her lips and caught Alice's eye. Alice laughed as Maria slowly nibbled and sucked on the fruit. John, whose eyes were riveted to his wife, gulped seeing the not so innocent expression on her face. He groaned and saw Jason's face swing to look at him, and then over at Maria. Maria saw Jason look at her and she felt emboldened by the look of lust on his face. She took the whole strawberry into her mouth as the waitress arrived with their food. 

Jason gulped back a groan and accepted his plate, all the while watching the little minx at his side. John asked for another round of drinks as the waitress set down his and Alice's plates. She smiled and nodded, and backed away from the table. John kept one eyes on his wife as he cut into his steak, watching the lustful gleam in her eye. The sexual tension at the table kicked up a notch as John felt a hand on his thigh. He just about jumped out of his skin when that hand started to move up and down, slightly brushing at his erection. He looked over at Alice, who smiled and licked her lips. John glanced over to Jason who seemed to have no idea what is girlfriend was up to on her side of the table. John heard himself groan and took another swig of his beer. 

Maria took one look at Alice, and almost laughed out loud. She knew that the little seductress was working on her husband, and now she knew why. The alcohol and arousal was doing wonders for her brain, and shredding the tight control she had on her inhibitions. Maria was acting way out of character for herself already and knew that she wanted more. She ate her dinner and tried to figure out what to do next. John let out a low groan and she knew that Alice's teasing was causing it, and instead of getting angry as she thought she might, she smiled and was getting aroused further. 

She shifted in her seat slightly and slid one of her high heels up the inside of Jason's leg. Jason choked on his steak and glanced over at her. She smiled wantonly at him and continued to eat her food as if nothing had happened. The waitress returned moments later for a fresh round of drinks and Maria sipped slowly at hers watching Alice. Alice noticed her stare and winked at her. Maria couldn't hold back the laughter bubbling up and both men turned to her. "This is fantastic." She laughed and Alice did as well. 

"Can I try a sip? It looks so great." Alice asked so sweetly. Maria laughed and handed over her glass. Alice took a slow measured drink and closed her eyes. "I agree, that is fantastic. How's your steak dear?" She handed Maria back her glass and looked up to Jason, and smiling at the slight frown on his face. 

"Fine." He answered slowly and looked over at Maria and to her drink. "Can I try that?" She nodded and smiled handing him the glass. He took a sip and his frown deepened. 

"Not to your liking Jason?" John asked laughing at his friends frown. 

Jason handed Maria back the glass. "It's not that, I just thought the waitress might have slipped something in there to make her so bubbly all of a sudden." Maria and Alice laughed and shared a small conspiritory glance. 

"Maybe Maria's giddiness was aroused by the present company and not what was in her drink?" Alice slipped in her comment coyly, and Maria fought back a smile. The husky note Alice's voice made Maria blush, but she took a drink and continued to nibble at the food on her plate. 

Dinner seemed to be running smoothly. Both Alice and Maria were working the men up with sly glances and soft touches. Arousing them to the point of bursting, but they never spoke a word, afraid that whatever spell had enchanted the two women would be broken if they questioned it. Jason stood and excused himself to the little boy's room and John decided to go as well. Alice took the opportunity to slide in next to Maria. "The strawberry was brilliant!" She could barely contain her laughter. "I don't think I have ever seen Jason sweat so much!" 

"I don't think so either, and what, may I ask were you doing to my husband? He seemed like he was going to go hoarse with all the little groans over there." Maria smirked and sipped at her dwindling drink. 

"Oh nothing too bad, I just kept casually running my nails up his thigh." Alice laughed and sipped on Jason's beer. 

"That would get him worked up in no time. He loves that." Maria looked back to where the men disappeared to. "You know what else he likes?" She whispered over to Alice. Alice leaned in and listened with a giant smirk on her face. 

"What are they up to?" Jason practically yelled at John when he entered the bathroom. "I don't think I can take much more of this subtle seduction." He growled as he walked over to the urinal and ripped open his zipper with more force than necessary. 

"Maria is trying to seduce you?" John looked taken aback. He then cleared his throat. "I thought Alice and Maria were trying to double team me. I'm glad we both are getting tortured then." John walked to the urinal next to Jason and opened his own zipper and releasing his very full bladder. 

"I expected as much from Alice, but not from Maria." Jason looked over at his friend. "Alice is very, very open about her sexuality." John nodded slowly. "Alice tries to turn everyone on, all the time." He glanced up at the light fixtures. "Usually she isn't that intense though, something about tonight or you must have sparked her interest. She must have tried swaying Maria." 

"Swaying Maria into what?" John looked over at his friend's thoughtful expression and then up at the light fixtures to see if he could find whatever the hell Jason was seeing. 

"Alice and I swing on occasion." Jason said softly and it was the last thing John had expected. "We met a couple while we were travelling last year, and they told us about the lifestyle. For a whole week, we joined them and their little club. It was one of the most interesting adventures of my life. When Alice and I first got together we talked about everything, all the little fantasies and scenarios that turned us on. Joining another couple was one of hers." 

"You weren't jealous?" John asked looking hard at his friend. 

"No, it was odd. I thought I would be, but I knew that at the end of the day I was the one that she was going to go home with, we had a bond that wasn't going to be broken by hot sex with some stranger." Jason zipped his pants and turned and walked to the sink. "We were in the same room at the beginning, watching each other, and it was so hot. Seeing Alice so turned on by what someone else was doing to her right in front of me... it was something else. Knowing she was watching me turned me on as much as her knowing I was watching her." John stared dumbfounded at his friend and glanced around the bathroom checking if anyone else was hearing this conversation. 

"And you think that Alice was trying to get Maria on board?" John laughed. "Jason, you know as well as I that the biggest adventure Maria and I have ever had was our one and only venture into the adult mart after we were married. She just isn't into crazy sex." 

Jason looked at himself in the mirror before turning back to his friend. "I saw her earlier today." 

"She would have told me Jason." John turned his body and placed his back against the sink. 

"No she wouldn't. She was staring at me John. She had no idea who I was, but she was staring at me with interest. She was trying to hide it, but she wanted me John. I grinned at her because I knew who she was before she recognized me and she turned the prettiest shade of scarlet I have ever seen." Jason mimicked his friend's stance. "I told her it wasn't polite to stare and left my card on the edge of her table. I was out the door and looking at her threw the window when she found it. When she read the card the first thing that crossed her face was guilt. She felt guilty for wanting someone other than her husband." 

"She was surprised to see me when she got home... she was jumpy." John said slowly nodding his head. "If your meeting was like you said it was, than it could explain it." Jason smiled at his friend and could almost see the thoughts rushing through his brain. "Do you really think Alice talked Maria into swinging?" 

"I'm not sure that Maria is convinced, but I think she is willing to experiment, if her actions at the table reveal anything" Jason looked over at his friend and nodded to the door. "We better get back to the table before they start planning battle strategies." John paled and almost ran for the door and all Jason could do was laugh. 

The girls were sitting there quietly murmuring to themselves and finishing up their drinks. As the men approach the table they stop talking and have smug looks on their faces. "Ladies, did you enjoy you alone time?" 

"Yes, I was telling Maria about our place, I told her we would have to invite them over for one of our house parties." Alice's eyes were sparkling. 

"She was telling me about the pool and the hot tub. It sounds wonderful." Maria's face was flush with excitement. 

"Yes, we will. Are you ladies finished with dinner? I had hoped we could go to a local nightspot..." Jason was cut off as Alice frown and spoke. 

"Jason, why don't we just go back to our place? Why do we have to go huddle in an overcrowded building? We can have a few more drinks and just relax." Alice pouted and her plump bottom lip stuck out more than normal. 

"Well, I was about to suggest it, But I wasn't sure that John and Maria would be welcome to the idea of coming home with us. Besides, they do have two teen age boys at home who could be causing all kinds of mischief." Jason tried thinking of all the reasons his friends wouldn't come home with them, before they were voiced so that he could counter later. 

"The boys promised they wouldn't get into any trouble and they know what they can and can't do." John spoke quietly eyeing the scene and watching his wife's face intently. "What do you think honey?" He gave her the look she knew all too well that meant it was up to her. 




Changes 03



Maria took a deep breath and thought for a moment if she was really willing to go back to their home. It would put both her and John on uneven ground and she didn't know if she could do that to him. She mulled it over and looked at each of the people staring at her. Alice had that twinkle in her eye that Maria just knew that she was planning something involving John and that he would like it. Jason seemed to not care either way what she chose, but she could sense that it was just a rouse to make her feel better. John sat there eyeing her and glancing at Alice and Jason, and she knew that he wanted to go. She downed the last gulp of her drink and smiled. "I think that sounds like a good plan. Let's go." 

Jason smiled graciously at her and held out his arm and helping her out of booth and heading her towards the front door. Jason smiled graciously at the woman at the front desk and asked her about their bill, then handed her some money from his wallet and told her to keep the change, if he was short she knew where he could be found. She smiled and nodded and told them all to have a great evening. 

Maria felt giddy, almost light headed as she and Jason exited the building followed closely by Alice and John who were murmuring to each other. A car pulled up in front of them and Jason ushered Maria into the car and followed her moments later closing the door behind him. "What about John and Alice?" Maria almost squeaked when the car started moving. 

"They are right behind us in the car that brought you and John here. I didn't have time to make arraignments for a larger car. We all would not have fit in one car." Jason smiled and slid a little closer to her, resting his arm against the back of the seat. He leaned his head back and sighed. 

Maria studied him as he sat there still to her gaze. Her alcohol muddled mind was still trying to get her to back out of this, trying to reason with her that this was her friend and one of John's as well. Some part of her brain however relished what she was doing and even wanted what she had been contemplating as she conspired with Alice. He swallowed hard and she watched closely as his Addams apple dipped up then down. She looked away quickly before he could catch her and stared out at the lights passing her by.

Jason saw that she turned her face away from him out of the corner of his eye and smirked. "So, how are the boys? You know I can't believe how long it's been since I seen them?" He picked calm easy subject to start a conversation in the stillness of the car. She turned to him and smiled. 

"It has been too long Jason, really. They are grown and have girlfriends... you know I worry about that. Zac seems too familiar with women and, Will... Well, he just seems so shy." Jason chuckled at her and smiled. "What?"

"Will may just be shy around you, he probably knows his way around a woman." Jason replied with a smile watching her blush. She had started the conversation down this track, there is no way he should be in trouble for helping it along. 

"What makes you think he would only be shy around me?" She cleared her throat and looked up at Jason curious for his input. 

"Well, there could be a few reasons, the most common is that he finds his object of desire... out of his reach and is shy and reserved because he doesn't know what to do about where his desires lie." Jason chose his words carefully but still didn't think he got the point out he wanted to make. "It's very common for boys to be interested in the closest female figure available." 

Jason groaned as Maria bit her lip and thought about what he said. "Who me?" After a time she understood and started to sputter in shock, "No not my Will." 

Jason laughed. "It is very common for the object of a boys desire to be their mother. It's just a fact." Maria sat there with her delectable little mouth hanging open. "Most men grow out of it, but they use their mother as a standard in their mates. Or specific things about their mother's that draw them. For some teenage boys it's just the idea of a MILF." 

"What? I've heard that before... what is a milf?" Maria looked at him questioningly. 

"Mother I'd like to Fu..." 

"No!" Maria gasped in horror and Jason couldn't help but laugh. 

"Yes, it's the term all the hip kids are using these days, where ever did you hear the term I wonder?" At his question Maria blushed, still with the look of horror etched on her face. Even her ears were red. "Did one of your son's use the term? Or one of their friends did, perhaps?" 

"Robbie, Zac's friend called me it once, but he didn't think I could hear him. In fact I wasn't sure what I heard at the time..." Maria put her hands on her cheeks to try and cool them down. "My son's friends think I'm sexy?" 

"Yes, Maria. Does that frighten you?" Jason chuckled and put his hand on Maria's red cheek, "If I were them I would think the same thing. You look amazing in that dress tonight. Did I hear that one of your sons picked it out?"Maria let out a small startled gasp and her eyes shot up to his. "I take that as a yes. Hmm, not shy William, I am guessing. No it is more the handy work of Zac." She nodded mutely and her gaze caught on Jason's lips. When he noticed what she did, he sucked in a little air and left his lips parted. Maria's tongue came out to lick her plump bottom lip and Jason moved in to attempt to suck the moisture off. Before he could however her door was being opened and the spell was broken, they had arrived at his home.

Maria exited her side of the car and looked up at Jason's home. She thought that he made good money, but it was obvious from his home that he did very well for himself. The home was not a mansion, but a two story solid looking home. The sandstone exterior looked inviting and the Beautiful dark wood front door looked like it was welcoming you home. "This place is beautiful Jason." 

Jason came around to her side of the car and grabbed her hand. "Thank you, a friend of mine designed it. When I bought the land here a few years ago I wasn't planning on building a home, but more of a studio. When Brandon handed me the design I just fell in love with the building, and then looking at the property I realized this would be the perfect place." He wrestled for his keys and opened the front door. He bowed low and asked: "May I take your coat Madam?" She laughed and handed it over. He hung it neatly on a hook by the door and shrugged his own off. "Feel free to wander, I am going to go start the hot tub and make some drinks up." He walked away from her and into the recesses of the darkened house. Lights started coming on and Maria began to wander aimlessly. 

Maria faintly heard the front door open and close again as she walked the first floor of the house. From the outside the house didn't look as long as it was on the inside. "Exploring are we?" John's voice came from behind her, startling her. She jumped as his arms wrapped themselves around her. 

"Just a bit, Jason said it was ok if I did." She laughed and then moaned as John started to nibble on the side of her neck. "What are you... doing?" she writhed against him as he pulled her back into his body and ground his erection into her back side. 

One of his hands came up to cup her breast and the other pulled her hip hard into him. "Something I have wanted to do all night." He whispered into her ear as he started to nibble on it. "You have looked so damn delectable all night. I just wanted to eat you up." His words caused shivers to run down her spine. One of his knees parted her thighs slightly, as much as possible in the dress. She pushed back into him and ground herself against him. One of her arms came up to circle his neck, the other to where his hand was squeezing her breast. He released her and turned her to face him, pushing her softly into the wall behind her. 

She gasped softly before he captured her lips. A bolt of need slid through her body and she circled his neck with her arms to pull him closer. She moaned into the kiss as he nibbled on her lips. His hands seemed to be everywhere, pulling the hem of her dress up to slide his knee between her thighs, grinding his erection into her belly. He groaned into their kiss as his hand traveled down to her panty covered mound. The material was slick with her arousal. "God, you are so wet tonight." He whispered into the side of her neck. She moaned and pushed herself against his hands, whimpering as he tweaked her nipple through her dress. 

His fingers slipped under her wet panties and slid against her slick folds. Maria was lost in the sensations that her husband was causing in her body that she did not notice Alice standing at the end of the hall watching them. She had changed into a skimpy bikini, holding a similar one in her hand; she was looking for Maria so that she could make her feel more comfortable in the hot tub. She stumbled across the couple and was rooted to the spot. The scene in front of her was so hot; she could almost smell the sex in the air. She bit down hard on her bottom lip and unconsciously rubbed her thighs together to attempt to alleviate the pressure there. 

"Hey where are you guys?" Jason called and Alice scrambled into one of the rooms off the hall as to not be detected. Jason called out again and turned the corner seeing Maria and John. Maria was pulling the hem of her dress down looking flush and disheveled, and John just looked flustered and red-faced. Jason smiled and almost laughed. "Maria, I think Alice was looking for you. She said she had a suit you could borrow." 

"A- A suit?" Maria stumbled over her words as she prayed she was able to get herself together. Just then Alice came poking around the corner in a skimpy swimsuit. She handed Maria a bunch of light blue material and smiled. Maria looked down at the cloth in her hands and smiled. "Oh..." Jason ushered John off down the hall and Alice motioned to an open door way only a few feet away. Maia followed Alice into the large powder room. 

"That should fit." Alice spoke quietly as she started to step out of the room and let Maria undress.

"Wait... um, can... Can you help me with this?" Maria sputtered out hopelessly. It was taking all that she had not to shake with need. She didn't think she would be able to re-dress herself, especially in something as scandalous as what Alice was wearing. Alice smiled and nodded. She closed the door behind her. 

Alice eyed Maria's body hungrily from the back and reached down to slide the dress up Maria's hips. As the dress slid up her body, Maria shivered. Alice ran her nails softly against Maria's back as she pulled the dress off. Next she unclasped the bra from the back and watched Maria's breasts spring free from their confines. Alice looked into the mirror above the sink to gaze at Maria's beautiful breasts. She cupped them softly and pressed hers into Maria's back. 

"Look at how beautiful you are when you are aroused." Alice whispered into Maria's ear and directed her attention to the mirror. Maria's eyes were riveted to the mirror as she watched Alice gently knead the flesh of her breasts. Slowly, her fingers nimbly worked their way to Maria's sensitive nipples. Maria moaned and leaned her head back against Alice's shoulder but kept her gaze on the mirror. 

Alice stared at Maria in the mirror and gently tugged at the sensitive peaks, she twisted one then the other, nibbling on Maria's ear. "Do you like it when I tease your nipples Maria?" She moaned and nodded slowly licking her lips. "I can see you rubbing your thighs together, am I making you wet Maria? Is this turning you on?" Maria was turned into a moaning machine as Alice's ministrations got rougher. "Maybe I should check?" Alice removed one hand from her breast and slid it slowly down Maria's stomach, lightly brushing her nails across the skin. 

Alice released the other breast and slid her chest down Maria's back to capture the sides of Maria's lacy underwear. "Play with those pretty nipples for me while I check Maria." Alice whispered against her skin. Maria's hands flew to her breasts to do as Alice bid, as she slowly slid the panties down Maria's thighs. "Lift your feet, one at a time." Finally Alice had Maria naked and at her mercy. "Spread your legs for me." Alice whispered against Maria's leg, and Maria complied. 

Alice bit back a moan as she saw Maria's mound up close. Moisture was already at coating the outside as Alice slid her palm against the skin. She pressed her palm firmly against Maria's mound and she moaned. "You are wet for me." Alice whispered into the side of Maria's leg then gently bit down there. Maria whimpered against Alice's actions, and roughly palmed her nipples. She began to twist them ruthlessly as Alice's fingers entered her wet slit. 

Alice's fingers deftly moved against Maria's clit, softly, not wanting her to come yet. She strummed her fingers, against Maria's dripping core, and then slowly inserted a finger into her wet heat. Maria convulsed at Alice's entrance and whimpered loudly. Slowly, Alice stroked Maria's excitement, bringing her arousal to a fever pitch. She added another finger and started pumping her fingers into Maria's eager channel, as Maria slowly slid herself into the caress. Maria's whimpers and moans were jumping up octaves and then Alice pressed her palm hard against Maria's clit. Maria screamed her climax and her legs gave way. 

Maria's body slid down onto Alice. "Feel better?" Alice asked into Maria's hair. Maria gave a half hearted "mmmh" then watched Alice slide the fingers that were covered in Maria's juices into her mouth. Alice greedily sucked Maria's arousal off of her fingers and chuckled when she saw Maria lick her lips."You should put on the suit and meet me in the hallway." Maria gave Alice a look, and Alice laughed in reply. "I don't think it would be fair for us to have all the fun and leave the boys out. Take your time." Alice kissed Maria on her mouth before slipping out from behind her and then the bathroom all together.



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This is very long so if you got a short attention span and just want sex, skip ahead a page or two there's tons of it. ;)



When I get home there is nobody there, a fact I am incredibly thankful for. There are no locks on the doors, four guys sharing one two bedroom apartment makes privacy rare and very welcome. Picturing her in my mind I run into the bathroom dropping my pants and kicking my shoes off I have to hurry. I shut the door to the bathroom hanging the sign off the door that never really works anyway.

I lean over the toilet her luscious body springing to my vision as my hand wraps around my hard cock. I picture her breasts encased in a skin tight shirt as my hand moves up and down my cock. I picture her taking her clothes off for me, beckoning me closer her large breasts swaying with perfect pink nipples. My hand moves faster as I picture her neatly trimmed little tuft of hair hanging just over her pussy hanging open a little in her desire for me to get on top of her.

My toes are clenching a little as I picture her pulling me to her then on top of her, kissing me. I can feel her beautiful breasts pressing into my chest as she reaches down to guide me inside of her. I am groaning as I can feel the hot length of her insides coating my cock in her juices. When I am fully inside of her my hand moving fast as lightning, my back arches and I am shooting my orgasm into the toilet.

I jump when I hear a shout Andy is yelling my name, I reach down pull up my pants get all buttoned up again then flush. I check myself in the mirror, I look a little flushed but nothing unusual for the end of the first month of college, it's still hotter than hell. I step out of the bathroom almost running Andy over, we share a laugh then he sits me down and hands me a pamphlet.

"What the fuck is this?" I ask looking it over, all it says is cash per month for testing duration.

"Dude that is something we need, check it out we go in and get checked out, we get money just for that, I asked fucking hundred just to be checked, if you get accepted and agree to the testing of whatever the fuck, you make six hundred a month for the duration of the testing. Dude I mean, come on do you really want to work fast food for about the same money and go to classes?" Andy is yelling at me in his excitement.

"Dude I am totally there, where do we go?" I say getting up feeling the excitement he had.

"Awesome come on we only have to go a half mile." He is grinning from ear to ear.

We race out of the apartment grab our bikes and pedal like mad. Totally bad idea to go as fast as we are, people in cars generally totally ignore bicycles. It's almost like I'm in a fucking car I'm king of the fucking world get out of my fucking way. We make it with no problem though, like he said only half a mile and only two side streets to contend with. We go inside a fucking army tent if you can believe it, I'm not talking those tents from MASH either I'm talking Iraq fucking base tents. There's no AC, just a couple fans that do total fucking nothing to the heat.

This totally hot looking chick in fatigues is sitting behind a table, she looks at us checks her watch then makes two notes on two different clipboards before handing them to us. We each take a pencil from the plastic tub at the edge of the table then go back outside to fill out the form. It's a really fucking inclusive form, almost makes you feel like you are visiting a new doctor or something, Andy takes longer than I do, he has more shit to put and he keeps saying hi to passing chicks.

When we go back in the chick behind the table points to some empty cots behind her then ignores us. We go sit down and play punching rock paper scissors, it's the same game you would do as a kid except the winner punches the other on ties you punch each other. A couple of guys come over also in fatigues with white doctor coats laughing at our game. Andy curses when his doctor says he is not eligible with his family medical history, he gets blood drawn anyway so he gets the hundred.

"So looking at your form here, you didn't fill out much I find it hard to believe nobody in your family has suffered from anything listed. I mean this is a pretty all including list." The doctor I get says to me looking a little doubtful.

"Dude I'm an orphan, my family was all dead I got adopted, as far as I know my family has never suffered from anything. All of the information we could find never had a history of anything medically speaking. Well besides being dead which is well, a major medical problem but your form doesn't have that listed."

The doctors laugh then take my blood they ask me to sit here, Andy is allowed to stay they haven't paid either of us yet anyway. We go back to our punching rock paper scissors game one of the doctors' joins us. We have a pretty good game going when another dude in fatigues shows up asking for me. Andy asks about his hundred, the doctor that did not take part in our game comes over and hands both of us a crisp hundred dollar bill.

I ask about my bike, the dude in fatigues tells me to leave it here he will drive me home and pick it up on the way. Andy volunteers to walk it home for me, I tell him to order pizza I'll buy the next one. He smiles then takes off, I follow the dude in fatigues to a freaking hummer, I mean how cool can you get. I'm smiling until I get in it's a freaking military spec hummer, uncomfortable as all fuck. He drives us across campus then past it to a building that I always thought was just an administration storage building or some fucking thing.

Inside is more like a hospital than anything, white walls white tile floor with colored lines in the floor. A gorgeous woman in a nurse uniform is sitting at a desk when we come in. She smiles at me gets up then takes my arm she walks me along the corridors up one floor then to a room with a hospital bed.

"Get on the bed here, no need to take any clothes off your getting a shot but we gotta put you under first. They tell me it's a big canister behind the needle and people freak when they see it. Don't worry, the needle itself is standard size, I've seen the toss aways." She tells me as she guides me to the bed.

"If you're not doing anything later I got a crisp hundred in my pocket, I can take you out for dinner or something." She smiles at me before going over to the drawers.

"If I was not married I would think about it." She says as she comes back then sticks a needle in my arm real fast.

I don't get time to do more than groan and grab my arm before I am passing out. My last thought is fuck they use good shit in the military before my eyes close and I'm off in sleepy time. I remember waking up a little when I am dropped into the hummer at least enough to groan and get told to not worry it's normal. I wake up a little when I am dropped on a sofa some big folder type thing is dropped on the coffee table. I have weird dreams, mostly about naked women dancing though I remember feeling a pressure on my chest and waving my hand at what I figured was someone pressing down on me.

"Dude time to wake up its class time, wait I thought you went home last night, fuck were you that drunk." Andy is asking over me, I groan then wave my hand at him.

"Dude Andy what the fuck did they give me?" Andy crashes onto the coffee table.

I open my eyes when I realize my voice is higher like a chick's, Andy is sitting on the groaning coffee table staring at me his mouth hanging open. I cough a couple times to clear my throat then try again.

"Andy is my voice like a chick's?" I clap my hand over my mouth, Andy just nods then points to the bathroom.

I sit up then look down when I realize there is a weight on my chest, I was on my side. Now that I am sitting up I am being dragged forward my eyes get huge when I see breasts sticking out of my chest. I look at Andy he just points to the bathroom again his mouth still hanging wide open. I get up to run to the bathroom then have to slow down when I almost fall over, the breasts or whatever change how my body reacts to running fuck this is weird.

I crash into the bathroom, thanking god our other roommates have a class earlier in the day. Not that I am religious or anything, but it's just something you say out of habit born into you by the simple fact everyone thanks god for all sorts of things on a constant fucking basis. I stare at the mirror, there is a chick staring back, I was never very muscular, science geeks don't get much exercise, at least I'm trying to get there fucking have to have classes. I look closer, small little nose, high cheeks with pronounced bones and a fucking rack.

I have to stare at that, I have big fucking tits, at least C cup I would guess. Andy appears in the mirror at the door behind me, he has a totally fucking worried look to him.

"Dude have you checked your balls?" He asks I turn cold at that one.

Fuck I didn't feel them bouncing when I tried running, I put my hands down to my pants. When I look down I groan my hands are a little smaller, then undo my pants and pull my tighty whiteys out, fuck me I don't even have hair. I scream a girly scream then crumple to the ground all conscious thought leaving me.

When I come to I am back in the hospital looking place a dude in fatigues with the doctor coat standing over me. Andy is off in the corner perched atop the counters looking at me. The same nurse that took me to a room in here comes in with a folder and a clipboard, she looks at me gives me a weak smile then goes over to the doctor dude.

"Ah well fuck I gotta seriously apologize for this." The dude says looking over the clipboard. "You were given the wrong nanites you gotta understand these things are brand the fuck new. We can only get them to work by inputting your dimensions, hair color and sex. What they are supposed to do is keep you alive even while being shot, they aren't good enough for explosion protection yet. What apparently happened is some fucking moron who is so on KP duties for fucking life inputted the wrong statistics into the nanites you got."

When I go to sit up the nurse pushes me back down adjusting the sheet over me. I look at her she points down then pulls the sheet up, I groan I'm fucking nude, though god that is one hot body.

"OK so what I'm like this for life now?" I ask with a grimace at my voice.

"No we can fix this, simply a matter of inputting the correct data into a new batch of nanites destroying the ones you have in you then injecting the correct ones into you. Shouldn't take more than two weeks, as a consolation I am authorized to transfer two grand into your checking account, we collected your checkbook for the information along with the six hundred a month you are supposed to be getting. Trust me this will be fixed ASAP, course now that we know this can be done the pentagon is going to make us look into making soldiers stronger or faster or well fuck who knows."

"If it's any consolation you are on the simple testing to be sure it works category, some of the subjects are going to be testing if it heals wounds." The nurse tells me that makes me feel a little better.

"Am I going to have to go to class like this?" I ask dreading that one, I'm not the most outgoing but fuck people will notice a chick sitting where I do.

"Ah fuck, I didn't even think of that one. Tell you what, I can talk to the dean and have him assign you as a sit in for you, we will have to give you a name, make you a sister or some shit." The doctor says making notes on a notepad.

"Honestly I wanted to not even go to class, get an exclusion and have the teachers mail me assignments. I don't know how to walk like a chick or well fuck any of that shit." The nurse giggles the doctor looks a little uncomfortable.

"I see your point there I'll talk to the dean, problem is here at ASU they pride themselves on graduating students, not giving them easy passes. Though I'm not sure how they manage to be strict on attendance and be known as a party school. Let me go call him now I'll be back in a few minutes." The doctor walks out pulling a cell phone out of his coat pocket.

"I can teach you how to walk, dressing is easy enough, makeup I can cover though I don't think you would anyway. Bras may be hard, even my husband after four years of trying has problems getting them off me. Trust me with your breasts you will want them, men will follow you around drooling otherwise." The nurse tells me with a pained expression.

"Dude they make front clasp bras, they should be easy enough to get off for you and you only need a couple he said two weeks. You can totally punch me later but dude you have one incredibly smoking body now." Andy says getting off the counter and coming closer.

"Good lord you are insatiable with your looking. He was saying the same thing to me, I would have thought about dinner with you before, him no way he's just after a good fuck. Watch out for him, make him sleep somewhere else or something." The nurse says with a grimace.

"Hey I resent that, I like to get to know the ladies, if they want a good fuck I oblige. Him I am not going there, smoking body or not he's my friend besides he was and is going to be again a guy." Andy says holding up his hands.

The doctor comes back in holding his phone to his ear with a sour expression. I face palm, Andy groans and the nurse mutters something about teaching me.

"OK, good news bad news, the dean is giving you two days free from classes to get your situation in order, his words. After those two days you are a sit in for yourself, think of a name to be for the two weeks."

"Martha." Andy says with a grin.

"Beatrice." The nurse says I have to groan.

"Fuck it Amanda, my birth mothers name I was going to name my first daughter that and well I suppose for two weeks I am my first daughter." I say Andy smiles at that, the nurse beams.

The doctor pulls Andy out of the room and shuts the door talking to the dean. The smiling nurse pulls the sheet aside then helps me sit up and stand. She has me walk to her, clucks then instructs me on how to walk like a lady. It takes me a while but I finally get it down to an OK sort of walk. 

"Listen, are you getting excited?" She asks suddenly, I stop moving confused.

"I probably would be hard as a fucking rock looking down close at a hot chick walking around in the nude why?"

"Feel between your legs, you're leaking a little." She says with a giggle holding her hand to her mouth.

I reach down between my legs just like I would if I had to adjust my balls, when I bring them up to meet me I jump at the feeling of pure pleasurable excitement. I sigh then feel my thighs on the inside around there, fuck it's like I pissed my pants, yet not. I don't know it's weird, what I feel is warm and wet, like piss on my thigh, but it's also sorta sticky and thicker.

"Don't worry that is normal when a gal gets really excited, now I gotta tell you something you won't like. You shrank your pants fell off, we checked you're about the right size now for the settings, but you will need to buy some clothes. We have a spare sundress for you to wear, it's larger than you would normally wear but it's well strange circumstances. Now this is key when you go buy new clothes, you are a size six, if you buy pants you want medium. They come in different lengths just like men but it's not inseam length it's short medium and long. Oh and well cut back on the swear words as much as you can, it's not lady like and well it will get women curious. Probably get you labeled as a dyke as well, which you may not mind for now, though would be a big problem when you change back, if you say start a relationship." After she finishes talking and I'm still mulling over what she said she goes and gets a sundress from the counter.

"What about my underwear?" I have to ask as she helps me get the dress on.

"Falls off and no clips that would work, sorry but we can't appropriate a pair in the right size, nobody is a six here and well six is the wrong size for the likely woman you got the stats from. Don't ask me why but well you will have to buy panties they come in packages like men. Oh and pay attention to the washing instructions on the clothes you get, no woman would go to class wearing clothes that were washed improperly, they discolor and get grungy looking." The nurse tells me seriously then walks to the door when there is a knock.

Andy and a dude in fatigues come in when she opens the door, Andy walks over to me holding a purse. The nurse motions me to put it over my shoulder I do with a groan Andy is trying hard not to laugh.

"Dude your wallet is inside, luckily college town nobody gives a royal flying fuck when a chick has a wallet in her purse. Don't buy anything requiring ID though, your ID with your current face is a no sale, doctor asked if we want to get a new ID. I told him no we can deal for two weeks. On a side note I totally love your choice of name, Amanda just always struck me as a beautiful woman's name. Anyway enough of that I know you're a dude, smell to the contrary ignored." Andy says as he takes my arm and leads me out the door.

The dude in fatigues walks ahead of us leading us out the front door to another hummer. He drives us straight to a clothing store says he will wait for us out here then puts an iPod in his ears. Andy leads me to the women's section he tries to get me to get dresses. I walk to the pants and shirts section, he follows along then helps me pull out in all eight pants and nine shirts of varying styles and colors. We go for the panties I have to pull him away from lingerie reminding him I'm a dude. When it comes to bras he has to size me, he does this with a fairly practiced ease, we find I am actually almost a D cup. Andy is grinning huge while he pulls out bras we get three one white, one red, and one black.

We walk over to the check out counter, some dude whistling at me and asking for my number. I tell I am not interested, he keeps trying so I get in his face and ask if he would like to get a broken nose. He backs away muttering about fucking lesbians, Andy is trying hard not to laugh, he manages to keep it to some snorts. When the clerk lady behind the counter is scanning she looks at what we are getting then looks at me.

"Lesbian?" She asks with a hopeful face.

"No it's, well complicated, I'm sorry."

"No it's no problem." She says with a smile then finishes ringing me up.

"Dude you are going to need to buy deodorant at least, chicks have their own kind and man you would stick out huge with guy deodorant." Andy says as we get outside with the bags.

I groan but we head for a grocery store, inside we pick up a deodorant for me, and a hairbrush. Andy swears his needs a replace and it will make it look better for me. We also pick up some groceries, and an ice cream, one of those big huge ones all chocolate. I picked it out Andy is laughing into his hand for a while until I hit him. The clerk at check out looks at the ice cream then me.

"Are you depressed?"

"No it's just really hot still and well ice cream sounded really good. I just happen to like chocolate better than vanilla or strawberry." I tell him trying hard to remember to not cuss, working so far in the grocery store at least.

The dude looks like he wants to say more instead he shrugs then tells us the total. After paying we lug the bags out to the hummer stuff them in then get in ourselves. On the way home Andy gets the idea of picking up burgers, the hummer is of course to big to do drive through so the soldier dude parks, I just hand Andy the hundred, I had been using my checking card but fuck it I don't want to get out. The soldier looks at me then sighs shaking his head, I just have to ask on this.

"Dude what?"

"Oh tis nothing, it's just a sweet little thang like you and you were a man. You understand if I did not know better I would be very interested in getting your number or a date." He has a very strong southern accent.




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"Ah hell man, I don't date southern men a southern woman sure but definitely not men." He laughs then offers me one of the iPod earpieces.

We listen to first Oakridge Boys then Skynyrd comes on, I have to laugh at that. He looks at me in a what expression.

"Dude sorry it's just Skynyrd and you're a southerner. It's like a stereotype and yet so incredibly true." He guffaws at that, I am not kidding he actually guffaws like on Yee Haw.

Andy gets back in the hummer with two bags and two drinks in one of the drink carries. He hands me one bag then a drink with a straw, I get the straw in then suck on it to be rewarded with chocolate shake. I look up to see both of them looking at me.

"Ah fuck now what?"

"Sorry you just look nice doing that." Andy says with a confused look on his face.

"Fucking hell let's go before the ice cream all melts." I groan out before sitting back on the seat.

"Home, James." Andy quips.

"No, no home Skynyrd." I interject, the soldier laughs Andy just looks confused.

The soldier tells him he has Skynyrd on his iPod in a strong southern accent, stronger than he had speaking to me anyway. Mike and Martin are there when we get back Andy sticks the groceries in the kitchen as I go past everyone to the bedroom I share with Andy. Moving as quick as I can I get the panties out of the package and on me, they go on just like regular underwear at least. The bra is a little harder, I do manage it eventually, when I am pulling on the pants I pause to wonder where Andy is. I shrug then put a shirt on and go out into the living room.

"Granted that was a hot little thing and I don't blame you for wanting to move her in and ride her as often as possible but fuck man you gotta get all four of us to agree first. Where the fuck is..." Mike is saying to Andy who is trying to speak, I just interrupt him.

"Right the fuck here alright. Andy got me to sign up for some testing shit and well I ended up like this. I got an extra two grand plus the six hundred, the doctor dude swore I'd be back to normal in two weeks." 

Mike and Martin are staring at me, their jaws dropped, they look at each other.

"It's so incredibly fucking true trust me. Amanda here has two days free of classes then back to class as a sit in for well himself. Amanda because the dean wouldn't let him sit out until fixed. His birth mom's name, so no joshing on the name, fucking military program I don't think they want us discussing it. Basically though they stuck him full of nanites, tiny fucking robots like in the sci-fi movies, I mean dude if he wasn't turned to a chick this would be so fucking awesome." Andy says rather excited, Mike smiles Martin looks lost.

"Dude Martin just go with the flow I got turned into a chick by a freak accident not permanent." I tell him giving him a poke in the stomach, he smiles at that.

"Well at least you're not making fun of me for not being some geek like the rest of you guys."

"Dude you are so a geek, you can fix a car or bike, the rest of us can't do that." Andy says sitting down on the sofa next to me handing over my shake and bag.

"Dude change, fork it." I say holding out my hand.

"Dude you so should have come in, Anthony was in there. But no instead you gotta sit in the hummer making kissy face with the soldier to Skynyrd." Andy quips as he hands over the cash.

"I so did not make kissy face with the soldier I don't go for fucking dudes." I yell then whack Andy upside the head.

We all sit and watch TV trying to just talk like four guys who are roommates and friends. This lasts for about an hour before they gotta head to class, I am glad to see them go Mike and Martin were staring at my tits the whole time. I'd like to say I wasn't excited, but fuck that is a total lie, I was checking out my tits as well. When they go I flip channels then stop when I come upon a movie with hot chicks running around in rather form fitting shirts. Thanking god and Mike for movie channels I sit and watch the movie there comes an implied sex scene, the woman is sitting on the dude bouncing and grabbing at her tits.

I look around making sure nobody can see me then try it over my shirt and bra. Fuck that feels good, I let out a little moan as I find my butt moving around trying to get more feeling down there. I get up and head into the bathroom putting the sign on the door, not really for any reason I know they won't be back for a couple hours. I look at myself in the mirror, my face is flushed my chest is bouncing because I'm breathing heavy. I undo my pants intending to stroke one off then remember I don't have a wang. I'm looking down anyway and realize I'm a hot chick, fuck this is awesome I get back in front of the mirror and do a little strip tease of myself. I suck at it but fuck its making me hot, I guess Andy is right I can't dance, but ah fuck I'm staring at this hot chick dancing and removing her pants. Her top is off leaving just a bra, the tits are bouncing around rather uniform from the bra but it's so fucking hot.

With my pants off I do some poses in the mirror, my face and chest are totally red, I'm breathing hard and dying to get some action. I pull the bra off feeling at my hard nipples, ah fuck that feels really fucking good. It's totally sending hot feelings down between my legs, my legs are pressed together grinding at me there. I pull my panties down, underwear flashing through my head but fuck it they are panties. I stare at my hot little cunt, hairless engorged and pinkish and oh so incredibly fucking hot. I slide a hand down there watching myself in the mirror as it reaches between my legs. I have never been there so I have no idea what I am doing but it feels awesome just running my fingers over the outside of me.

I am breathing harder and just loving the hell out of what I am doing. My toes are curling I'm watching this hot chick play with herself in the mirror and feeling so incredibly fucking good. I find I want more, I put one hand back up to my tits and grab at them, which hurts quite a bit fuck, I try it softer not as excited now. This feels good my hand keeps moving on my cunt, I start feeling really good again, my toes curling again. I find it hard to stay up but keep going anyway I want to watch, I find I still want more.

Ah hell more how can I do more then it occurs to me, women like being fucked, things inside of their cunts. I just stick my fingers in, ram being closer to what I do, and I scream fuck that hurts. Something gives way as my fingers go right into me with a little resistance at first. I pull my hand away and notice red, fuck I'm bleeding I grab up a towel and put it to me, then take it away, I notice more red on the towel but not much. I press it back move it around a little then pull it away, the towel is a little pinkish but definitely not bleeding to death bleeding.

Not excited anymore, scared being closer to it I put my clothes back on wash the towel off then toss it into the laundry basket. Having no idea who I can call, I can't call my folks, fuck I got a chicks voice they would just hang up on me. I don't want to tell them about this anyway way to fucking embarrassing. I can't go walk around looking for a chick to ask, fuck she'd probably call me a fucking pervert and run away or mace me. I just go sit down and watch more TV, since I'm not bleeding still I can wait for later and ask Andy, he's had sex before at least he always claims he has.

When the guys come back they drop their bags then plop down and watch what I had on. Andy hands across some papers of class work I am to do in my absence. I groan going over it then put it on the coffee table.

"Dude I was expecting you to be watching some chick flick." Mike says with a big grin.

"Oh fucking hell man all they did was give me the body of a chick, not the mind." I yell tossing Andy's shoe at Mike.

"Dude I got bad news for you, today was the first day of excused from classes. The fucking dean came and told me, said he can't bend the rules even for extreme circumstances such as this." Andy tells me looking a little worried.

Conversation ceases after that, we all sit and watch the action movie I had found. Martin even gets up and does our dinner without trying to weasel out of it. Not to say we ate well, fucking mac and cheese with peas. After we finish eating Mike collects the bowls and goes into the kitchen. We don't think much of it when he's in there banging around he tends to load the dishwasher. We all get a big shock when he brings out bowls of the ice cream I had bought earlier.

"Dude your being nice, I had no idea it was possible." I yell at him before taking a big spoonful of ice cream.

"I figured we may as well have some of your bummed food before you get bummed and wolf it down." He retorts, Martin and Andy laugh, I just groan and give him a dirty look.

After the ice cream the guys decide to go to a club, I decline seriously not wanting to go anywhere. I sit up and watch more TV, until perhaps midnight when I get tired, I get up and go to bed. I wake up when Andy stumbles into the bedroom I feign sleep while he stumbles around then comes over to me.

"Dude stop faking your asleep I so know your awake. Besides I didn't bring anybody home." Andy says stumbling over his words but still largely there.

"Dude I got a question for you. So when you guys went to class I well experimented some, my tits feel good being groped gently, but when I went to put my fingers in me I bled."

"Dude you popped your hymen, I didn't think you would have one but well fuck call the number on the paperwork you got and ask tomorrow. So how many times did you get off?"

"Well none I think, I well hell I'm not sure it's not like being a guy and getting one big obvious sign. I was feeling great playing with my tits and cunt then I wanted more and went to shove my fingers in, it fucking hurt and I bled and I stopped."

"Dude you so should try it again, it won't hurt anymore I swear it only hurts once. I can help if you want."

"Ah fuck man I think you should go to bed, I was asleep and I want to go back to sleep." I say rather revolted at the offer, I'm not gay.

I wake up the next morning to Andy getting ready, I roll over and groan, my tits hurt and my back is sore. Andy laughs then comes over and pulls on my bra, I jump when he lets go and it slaps into my back.

"Dude you are supposed to take those off to sleep. Probably best if you undress and get in pajamas from now on." He says before leaving.

When he has left the apartment I pull my shirt off undo the bra with a big groan and just lie there. After the basic ache has died down I grab up a new shirt then put on a new pants and panties. I think about his comment and decide that would be a good idea, but first I am so going to call that number and get a little information. I have to search around for the folder that was left for me then go out to the phone in the living room.

"Hi I was one of the test subjects for you guys and I have a question." I say when the phone is finally answered.

"Ah yes well we have fielded a number of complaints on it already, the nanites restore the hymen. We are sorry it was just well not really foreseen happening we must apologize. I have to say there will not be any extra fund allocated to you the hymen is not restored again after the first. Thank you for your call if there is nothing else I will say good bye."

I just hang up, that was really all I needed to know. Feeling better that well Andy was right and I didn't do anything bad to myself I plop down and turn the TV on. Finding nothing on TV I ponder for a minute then say fuck it and go for my shoes. Fully intent on buying myself some jammies, I find myself cursing a little when I try to put my shoes on, they are a lot larger than my feet now. I tie them on as tight as I can and walk out to my bike, then go back in I forgot my purse and backpack.

Totally feeling like some clown or something riding to the shoe store, my bike is rather large for me now. I had to drop the seat to the base to get good enough reach on the pedals. My shoes are practically flopping around on my tiny little feet. There is a guy in the store, I recognize him from last week I was looking into buying new shoes at the time until I realized how much they were. He's really tall now, though before he was only a little taller than I was.

He is very helpful to me, sizing my feet with quick movements suggesting styles. I'm really rather impressed, before he only gave me a cursory glance, now he is fawning over me and bringing stacks of shoes for me to look over. Finally I pick out a basic sneaker he calls it a marvelous choice. When I pull my purse out of my backpack to pay he suggests I string it over my neck and shoulder so I can get at it easy and not lose it. I thank him drop my old shoes in my backpack, and leave wearing my new shoes feeling much better about them.

I go the extra miles to Wal-Mart I don't feel like spending much for some jammies. I get a little lost so I ask an associate where the jammies are, he walks me right over to them in the middle of the women's section. I'm going through the two piece jammies when a woman suggests I buy the big shirt version instead, much more comfortable. I thank her and grab those, on a whim I look through the dresses, when I am looking at an interesting one with a plunging neckline a woman says I would so look good in it then suggests I get the light yellow one to match my roots.

Confused as all get out I find the sunglass tower and check in the mirror, I do have blond roots. Not much granted but I have blond roots. A woman passing by comments I should be happy with my real hair color, then says I should buy a new purse and lose the old lady purse. I look in the mirror again realizing my eyebrows are blonde, oh man rather freaked now I look at my purse. I walk over to the purses, not all that far from where I was standing to inspect my hair, and start looking through them. I'm wondering why I'm looking when a little girl points at me saying old lady purse.

With a groan I grab up a smaller black leather one, on the way to the check out I find myself back in the dresses, I grab the dress I had been looking at before, in light yellow as suggested. I don't know why but fuck it, I have the body of a chick I may as well flaunt it a little. Besides the guys I ask for assistance are quite eager to give it to me, as a dude they just point. I find it nicer getting the attention a chick does and figure in a dress I'd get twice as much.

When I reach the check out they have hair dyes, I admit I think blondes are hotter and well fuck I am apparently blonde now may as well get everything to match. I grab up a blonde dye, the clerk looks at the dye then at me and leans in closer. She snorts walks around grabs up the platinum blonde saying I may as well put it the same color I am naturally and finishes ringing me up. I go to my bike put everything in the backpack except my new purse I transfer everything in the old purse to the new purse, very fast all I had was my wallet and after a moment toss the old purse in the backpack.

A passing security dude suggests I get a smaller bike, I agree with him then say I'll order it online so I don't have to walk two. He smiles and gives me a thumbs up then tells me to be careful on my way home. On the way I get hungry so stop at Taco Bell, there is a dude doing register, he's practically drooling at me the entire time I decide what I want to eat. That makes me a little uneasy I mean this guy is totally just ogling every inch of me like I'm a piece of meat on his plate or something.

A passing manager lady notices my look of unease I guess, she sends him into the back to do something. She apologizes to me about him saying he is new and probably a virgin, likely to stay that way for a long while. I have to laugh at that, if he looks at every woman that way I'm sure he would. She gives me a discount for having to go through that, I thank her for it. She gives me a big smile even walks my order out to me then sits across from me.

"I know I'm being all nosy, I just wanted to say he probably would have ogled less if you had worn a bra. I know you're young and in college and everything but those breasts of yours are really a little too large to be going about with nothing supporting them." I look down then groan.

"I fell asleep with them on and had to take them off, I totally forgot about it when I went shopping."

"I do that to, wear a skin tight top with no bra and you get discounts or extra items for free. Really handy when you go buy car parts or get it serviced." She says with a laugh.

She gets up to go back to work as it were, she puts a hand on my shoulder saying to enjoy my lunch first. The ogler comes out to clean the tables he takes my tray from me apologizing for his behavior earlier. I give him a smile and tell him to not do it again, made me uneasy and feel like dinner. He promises he won't do it again then says I am just much too beautiful to not stare at. I leave the place smiling from ear to ear the only person who would compliment me was my mom. It's nice to get it from strangers, ugly guy or not it makes me feel nice.

Mike is there when I get back he is on the way out until I stop him.

"Dude I need to use your computer, I have so fucking shrunk and my bike is to fucking big now, I gotta order a smaller one, we can give it to your sister when I go back."

"Hey no problem, nice shoes by the way, and new purse great idea the other one my grandma owns. What else did you get?" Mike asks taking a seat.

"Ah man, I was just gonna buy some jammies on Andy's suggestion, but then my shoes were like Ronald McDonald shoes on me so well new shoes, then I went to Wal-Mart to get the jammies, I was looking at the dresses as something of a lark, a woman suggested the yellow one to match my roots. Well fuck I check my roots in the sunglasses mirror to find I have blond roots and eyebrows. A passing lady says I should get a new purse and lose the old lady purse hence the new purse, I do pick up the yellow dress as suggested I mean what the hell may as well flaunt this body. At check out they have hair dyes, well fuck man I got blond eyebrows and roots let's go matching."

"Did you get the jammies?"

"Ah hell sorry man yeah I was looking at the two pieces and a woman suggests the big shirt ones being more comfortable. You know how I am and comfortable so well I got the big shirt jammies."

"Awesome, listen when you go to dye your hair, read the fucking instructions they are pretty thorough. I think best if you wait until I'm here, don't worry I won't try and get sex or anything out of you. I have helped my sisters dye their hair for Halloween and shit most of my life."

"Hmmm, good suggestion I'm holding you to that by the way, before dinner you are dying my hair with me."

"Done deal, listen it's your turn for dinner. Do you got anything planned?"

"Ah fuck, no not really, could you pick up pizza on your way back after class? Cheaper to pick up and all you know, I got cash for it." I hand over a twenty and a five.

"Here keep the five, I'm gonna toss in wings fuck it let's eat good shit after we do your hair." Mike says handing back the five, I just smile at him. "Dude stop that you're gonna give me wood." He goes out before I can say anything back.

Curious now I go into the bathroom then smile, my whole face lights up. Not getting excited looking at me smiling I head into Mike and Martin's room to his computer. I hate doing this Mike is not exactly a clean person, he's a great friend and guy all around but fuck he needs to clean up after himself. At least I'm wearing shoes, the last time I had used his computer I had just gotten up and not even had shoes on. Amazing how fast you wake up stepping on something about ready to crawl away, and well slimy.




Changes



Martin had thrown a fit after that, we all eat in the living room now and we had all helped Mike clean up, so to speak his clothes and shit ended up on his bed everything not clothes or books went into the trash. Once his computer starts up I do a search for bikes, I narrow it to women's bikes and look around, I groan when I realize the ones I am looking at are the same size as mine. I find a check mark for the different sizes then pick twenty four inches, these look better even find a picture showing a bike the size of mine, almost the same model compared to the ones I'm looking for, it's small enough so I search around for prices. Some of them are seriously up there and I can't figure out why, then I refine the search for lowest price first and I find the cheap nice ones.

Course most of the first ones are pink and white, yuck no. I keep going then find a dark grey one for only five bucks more with front springs. I almost look for one with back springs as well until I remember the one I had, it only worked for about six months then I had to put in a bolt to support it the spring failed. I order that one, end up having to sign up for the fucking site in the process, but ah well its coming in it says two days. I can manage my bike for two days.

When I come out of Mike and Martin's bedroom I find Andy going through my backpack. He holds up my new dress and laughs then pulls out the dye.

"Dude I know you like blondes but what the fuck."

"Look closer, I got fucking blonde roots and eyebrows. Before you ask I don't have any hair down there I don't know why. Oh yeah I called the number like you said, I said I was a test subject and I had questions, the dude right away said the hymen is restored it was unexpected and there won't be any extra money because it does not come back again."

"Alright that answers all my questions. As for the hair I guess the nanites shaved you and it well takes a while to grow hair again, I knew a lady who was shaved, I asked she said every Monday she shaves so at least a week to get any there if you do. So were you like being a chick and cleaning up Mike's section?"

"Fuck no, I was going on his computer to order me a new bike, I can barely get mine started now, so I ordered a twenty four inch dark grey with front springs. Be here in two days they said."

"I suppose gifting it to Mike's sisters later. Nice plan so umm when are you going to do your hair and what are we having tonight?"

"Mike is gonna help me do it when he gets back this evening and well pizza with wings, he's buying wings and picking it all up."

"Awesome, so like are you gonna wear the dress?"

"Ah fuck man yes I'll wear it after we do my hair. I did buy jammies as well, along with new shoes and purse."

"Hard to miss the shoes or the purse, the shoes are red and the purse is well smaller and black not tan. Anyway let's watch TV unless you got a better idea, I got half an hour before I gotta go again."

We sit down to watch TV I didn't have a better plan though I am a little excited about wearing my dress. Andy's expression when I said I would wear it made it rather clear he wanted to see me in it. I know I shouldn't be getting excited over his wish to see me wearing a dress that doesn't leave all that much to the imagination, but fuck it I'm getting excited. Maybe the intro psych professor was right no matter your orientation interest in your looks is exciting on a base level.

After Andy leaves again I find nothing good on TV so I putter about for the half hour before something interesting comes on. I get my backpack put in my room I get the dress laid out on the bed with the dye, and a pair of panties. I stick my guy shoes in the closet hoping they don't get buried. When I leave the bedroom I still have some time so look around then go into the kitchen and get all the dirty stuff in the dishwasher.

Martin is the first home he drops his backpack and plops down with a groan. He cheers up when I let him know the plan of pizza with wings when Mike gets back. Andy is the next home he tosses me a bag of women's socks. I give him a smile when I realize I never bought socks. Mike gets back finally with two boxes of pizza a thing of wings and a big white towel. He drops the pizza in the kitchen comes back into the living room then sees the socks.

"Awesome now you got another white to drop in with this towel, your dye you see is basically a bleach need something to wrap you in for modesty sake and well I don't want to whiten any of Martin's towels." Mike says taking my hand and leading me to the bathroom.

"Thank you for that, what fucking dye?" Martin yells after us.

Mike goes to explain with Andy while I go in my bedroom drop the socks and grab up the dress, panties and dye. Mike beats me into the bathroom he takes up the dye after turning on the shower.

"OK, so first take a shower no shampoo or anything, you only want to remove chemicals and loose dirt. When you are done, won't take long wrap yourself in the towel there on the toilet then yell at me. I better read up on this one, I've never used this brand well my sisters never used this brand when I helped anyway. The commercials say its good shit at least."

I yelp when I step in the shower, I yell at Mike it's to hot. He yells an apology then tells me to get on with it. I can hear the other guys laughing I turn down the heat on the shower then wash my hair. I can't help but look at my pussy and feel along it, I don't feel any hair. I run my hands through my hair again then feel excited with the hot water running down my body. I groan then shut the water off, Mike yells to not dry my hair. I sigh I had actually started to, then wrap myself in the towel, out of habit at my waist, I look down groan then undo it put it higher and redo it.

Mike comes in when I yell he checks my hair says I stopped fast enough then puts one of those plastic shower caps on the sink. He then takes out a tube of something, puts me on the toilet and starts putting it in my hair. Takes him a while to do that then he puts the cap on me and sits on the tub.

"You know this brings back memories. God one year all three of my sisters wanted to do something different, one wanted green hair to be poison ivy I think, one wanted purple for fuck I don't even remember, and one wanted blonde to be Aphrodite, she was going to a toga party. Luckily she only lived an hour away at college so I got to do three hairs that afternoon. You know fuck three women arguing over who goes first and who deserves me most was nice, except for all three were my sister."

"So did they end up cat fighting to see who goes first?" I couldn't help but ask I've seen the pictures of his sisters.

"Ah well fuck no actually mom started yelling at them, I did them by age. You know, come to think of it that was the year my oldest sister had the pregnancy scare. Apparently the toga party was an excuse to get the women in as little as possible and drunk. I am so not letting you go to a toga party in the next two weeks."

"Ah gee thanks dad I didn't have any plans to go to any parties anyway. All the guys who ask I say I'm not interested cause fuck I'm so not."

"Sorry, flashbacks to that scare dad said basically that same thing to all my sisters and me though for the opposite reason. My sisters ended up on birth control after that to, that was a good idea cause fuck the second oldest is a fucking slut. I love her dearly mind but fuck I'm just waiting for her to end up with AIDS. Anyway enough boring shit like that you are ready to get the coloring, and fuck I gotta rinse your hair, in the shower or in the sink?"

"Oh sink man I don't want a repeat of your shower." I say bending over the sink.

Mike swats my ass making me jump he laughs then pulls the cap off and turns on the cold water. Course cold water is a serious misnomer during the summer and into October here so I don't complain. He's done pretty quickly then he leaves me leaned over to do the actual dye part. When he puts the cap back on facing the other way he parks me back on the toilet. He tells me about a hot little thing he saw getting pizza, we trade adjectives on her for a little while then he pulls me back up. Bent over the sink again he rinses my hair twice, he leaves then saying I can dry my hair brush it out then get dressed and come eat.

When I get my dress on I think maybe I bought the wrong size, my tits are showing around the outside of the shirt part. Everything is covered besides well the flesh of my tits but fuck this is getting on the side of slut wear. The guys all stare at me when I come out, I have to look behind me to make sure there is not someone else there.

"Dude awesome choice in dresses, if we didn't know you I'm sure we would all be thinking of gangbanging you." Martin says with a smile, I don't feel sickened by him like the ogling guy at the Taco Bell.

I do however feel a little embarrassed, Mike and Andy chortle when I turn pink.

"Umm yeah so that aside, do you guys think I bought a size to small? I swear I don't think I'm supposed to spill out around the shirt part." 

"Dude nice job on shaving your pits, and no it fits you perfectly, come on and eat dinner." Andy says making me look at my pits.

Mike laughs when I start feeling at them, I sigh then sit down. Grabbing up some wings and slices I put them on my plate then sigh.

"I swear man I didn't shave my pits, I'm bare downstairs and my legs are shaved to, I mean fuck it's weird I never even thought to ask on it."

"Maybe you should, or stop at the tent rather like after class in the morning. They are still taking applicants." Andy says before grabbing up more pizza.

"Tell you the truth, I'm just seriously glad you are past puberty, I remember my sisters going through it. They were fucking unbelievably moody for fucking six years each one. Oh fuck, here's a good one to ask on, periods. I know they are once a month and you are going back in two weeks or well less now but still fuck. Chicks on PMS are worse than chicks going through puberty. Puberty they scream and run away to cry a lot, PMS they scream at you for no fucking reason." Mike says getting everyone to look at me.

"Ah fucking hell, I'll stop at the tent tomorrow and ask about both things. I really don't want to do a period."

"I don't blame you according to the complaining I heard no woman wants to have one. Oh hey when are you getting your new bike?" Martin looks up when Mike asks that.

"I ordered a twenty four inch with springs in the front my bike is too big to do easily for me now. The site said they would deliver in two days, Martin if I could impose I could use a hand putting it together." Martin gives me a thumbs up making me smile.

"You know fuck, did you use my email? You ordered it early enough in the day it's possible the fucking thing is coming tomorrow." Mike gets up when I nod at him he runs into his room.

The rest of us continue eating, Andy and Martin stare at me when I stop. I shrug saying I'm not hungry anymore. Mike comes back sits down then starts eating again.

"So out with it man, am I getting a new bike tomorrow or day after?"

"Tomorrow, Martin and I will check before we head to class, UPS delivers early here." When I smile at that, Mike points his finger at me. "Dude don't smile in that dress, you are a totally hot chick right now and being a guy underneath or not you smiling in that dress is giving me an urge."

Totally embarrassed now I run into my bedroom, Andy follows saying to not listen to him. I plop down on my bed then sob, I look up at Andy.

"Dude it's not just that, I know I'm a hot chick, if I wasn't me I would so be trying to fuck me. I'm trying to blend in so I don't have to explain what the fuck happened to me. But fuck man I'm scared what if they don't fix it, suppose I have to spend the rest of my life like this. I mean on one hand it's nice to get attention from clerks and associates and shit, but fuck man when I stopped at Taco Bell to eat there was a dude there totally ogling me and drooling. I don't want to be faced with that every fucking day. I mean you guys are my friends and you aren't trying to ogle me but I know you are anyway." I look at my feet and let out another sob, then sniffle.

"Dude come on don't worry, the army fucks up but they always fix it, unless they dropped a nuclear weapon but well you know you didn't get hit with one." Andy says sitting next to me and giving me a hug, twice, the first time he did it on my tits.

"Dude I'm sorry about that, this is just so new to all of us." Mike says at the doorway.

"I know man it's OK. This shit is just getting to me, fuck I'm not sure how exactly women can stand being well women." Mike laughs at that. "Anyway go on and watch TV guys, I just want to get into my big shirt and lie here for a while, I'm tired."

Andy and Mike leave shutting the door behind them I get up grab up the big shirt and get out of the dress. After putting the shirt on I sit down pondering for a second or two then pull my panties off. I get up in my bed pull the sheet over me then pull up the shirt so I can get to my cunt. I feel at myself gently, I am a little excited still, I think perhaps half of my embarrassment was simply at being wanted that much by Mike. Both hands move on the outside of me, getting me excited and wanting a little more, I bring one hand up under my shirt and start to play with my breasts. This is enough for a little while, when I want more again I gingerly slide a finger inside of me it does not hurt so I start to move it around.

I am really enjoying myself doing this I even let out little moans around my clenched teeth. My hips start moving wanting more I try bringing my other hand down to caress of the outside of me. I keep going my butt rising and falling in a crazy rhythm I feel close to something, my toes are curling a little I'm finding it hard to catch my breath but I just can't go over the hump. I give up and roll over onto my side dejected that I couldn't even do that right. When Andy comes in I'm practically asleep, I sit up asking who is there then relax when Andy comes over and assures me it is just him.

"Dude I tried again I couldn't do it, I think you better help me, but just this once I'm not gay."

"Dude relax, you're in the body of a woman this isn't gay, besides I'm just gonna go down on you. Hopefully you will learn enough to do it to yourself."

Not really appeased but wanting to get off something fierce I pull the sheet off me then pull the shirt up higher. Andy has me sit up then removes it entirely he puts my hands to my tits. I start fondling them on my own, he smiles then puts his head between my legs. I moan when his breath hits my lips, I am really fucking excited and that was rather like sinking my cock into a wet warm towel. I admit it I would stroke it in the shower, using a hand towel and rinse it clean after.

I moan again when he brings his tongue to me, as it explores my folds I practically maul my tits. I am rolling around on the bed getting oh so incredibly close then he sinks his fingers into me. I am panting now my hips rising and falling to give him a pumping motion in me. God it feels so fucking good, but I still need more, I am so close but I just can't get over.

I'm begging Andy for more just a little more when he gets on top of me, his cock slides inside of me. I whimper when my insides part in a way they never have before, he starts moving on me. Oh god this feels so good, I open my eyes to see him over me and it sinks in, oh god Andy is on top of me fucking me. He puts his hand over my eyes saying to just lie here and enjoy it. I well just lie there and enjoy it, though just lying there is a lie, my hips are bouncing to help him get it in me.

The feel of this cock in me has me racing over the edge, just trying to get more enjoyment out of it my legs wrap around Andy. This helps him get deeper inside of me which does increase my enjoyment but I want more. God help me but I want every part of me pressed into him during this orgasm, I grab his head and pull it to me for a kiss. He keeps kissing me as he fucks me through one orgasm then into a second and a third.

Dear god almighty this is why women can stand being women, my god I'm a fucking orgasm machine. He keeps kissing me when the orgasms fade, his cock pistoning in and out of me at a wonderful pace. I keep moving with him trying to get another orgasm, though feeling incredibly good anyway. Andy starts to move erratically, I don't know what that means but find it quite nice and start getting close to another orgasm. He groans then pulls his head up, his cock burrows deep inside of me then I am filled with warmth. He groans and pumps a few more times then collapses atop me, I'm feeling a little crushed but find it is a little enjoyable.

When it hits me he is not moving anymore and his cock seems to be getting smaller I realize, Andy came inside of me. I push him off me he rolls onto his side next to me with a dreamy smile. I hit him to wake him up he looks at me with a curious expression.

"Dude you fucked me, and you came in me." I say not really thinking the second one matters for me.

"Did you not enjoy it? I am sorry though man you were begging for more and I had nothing else but."

"It was awesome but dude next time from behind, I know I got a chick's body and a cunt but still its wierding me out to see you over me. Not now go on to your bed and let's get some sleep, class in the morning."

When I wake up its mega early at least for me, the alarm says fucking seven something. I lay there for a second the events of last night coming to me unbidden. Excited now I get up to realize I never put clothes on after, I walk over to Andy's side, he just rolls over when I shake him. Having to take care of the other business I resolve to wake him up after. Walking to the bathroom I realize someone is taking a shower, emboldened by the fact all the guys want me and being horny already I just go right in.

Martin is taking a shower, he jumps when I come in and sit on the toilet. He stares at me while I take care of business he yells when I reach back and flush. I just grin at him then pull the curtain back and get in.

"Dude what the fuck?"

"Andy had me last night and god it's awesome to get fucked, he's asleep I'm horny and here you are already nude and it looks ready. Besides I wanted to ask if my bike came." I say then turn my back to him and lean over.

"Mike is checking now, fuck are you sure? I mean god I want to fuck this chick here in the shower with me but I know you're a dude in there."

"God yes fuck me, it weird's me out to see a guy over me but it feels so incredibly good to let a cock in me." I say not bothering to look over my shoulder.

Martin grabs my hips pushes me down a little then up as he moves right up behind me. He moves one hand to his cock positions it in the right spot then pushes a little into me. I moan then push back, the feeling of last night rushing back to me and making me extra excited. He is fucking me fast I am moving back to meet him as fast as he is thrusting. I reach an orgasm in no time Martin wraps his hands around the front of me and pulls me up to play with my nipples.

I reach a second orgasm like that, this one not right on the end of the other but still so incredibly good feeling. I'm moaning as Martin fucks me, his hands playing a special tune on my nipples. The feeling of his cock going in and out of my depths combined with his hands brings me to a third orgasm, then a fourth. My knees feel like butter but he just keeps holding me up and pumping into me, I am getting close to another orgasm when he reaches the end of his time fucking me. He groans and empties his balls into me, this time I reach an orgasm with his hot fluids shooting deep inside.

He holds me up as he cleans me my knees are just gone at the moment. He helps me out then drops me on the toilet after dropping the lid. I stare at my feet not really having a desire to see him drying himself off, he hands me a towel before he exits the bathroom. I dry myself as best I can on the toilet then stand up on wavy legs and finish the job. I open the door and bump into Mike, he has to grab me to keep me from falling.




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Author's Note: This story goes back and forth between Barbara's real life and her fantasy life. I blocked off the sections using solid lines (____). This story was inspired by, and is also dedicated to, all of the 40ish women who have e-mailed me over the years that have 18-19 year old sons. Like Barbara, they love their sons dearly, and would never want to jeopardise those relationships with sex. But just like Barbara, they've never been afraid to allow their mind's eye to stray regarding their strapping young sons from time to time.




Like most people, Barbara would say that change had always been a big part in her life. From growing up herself and then marrying young to her high school sweetheart, to having a baby. Although the three of them would be happy for twelve years before her husband passed away, those times seemed to flash by in an instant. Luckily, her husband had left Barbara with many prosperous investments and a substantial life insurance claim, enough that Barbara hadn't had to worry too much about finances. Nevertheless, the change from being a happy young wife to a widow trying to raise a teenage son all by herself had been a tremendous shock. Still, she had moved into the role of full-time mom quite smoothly, and before long her son Paul became not only the love of her life by her very reason for living as well.

Paul had changed much during these years too, and although the first few several years since his father had died seemed to fly by at a whirlwind pace for Barbara, she'd been able to savor watching him grow up these last few years. She'd watched with admiration as Paul had passed through life's many rights of passage, such as his first date, getting his driver's licence, and graduating from high school. In many ways, he was still a boy, in fact in many ways Paul would always be her boy, but the signs of him growing into a man were becoming more and more prevalent every day.

Paul's body had taken an unusually long time to catch up to the other boys his age, causing him a great deal of emotional stress, which of course as his mother Barbara felt as well, but in the last year his growth spurt had kicked in with a bang. In only one, short year, Paul had grown almost six inches. His shoulders and chest had broadened significantly too, and he'd probably gained at least 20 pounds of muscle. It was amazing for Barbara to think that her little boy, who had only begun shaving regularly last year, was now this towering young man with a handsome manly face and a sexy rear end. Yes, Barbara had noticed changes like that about Paul too, much to her dismay, and this is where her story takes its non-traditional turn.

At first, she thought it had been nothing more than concern of a mother doting over her child. Paul had been so self-conscious about his appearance, and that, coupled with his overall shy nature had made his high school years both painful and awkward. And Barbara felt his pain as well. Outside of a small group of friends, Paul didn't socialize much, and rarely dated. To a certain extent, Barbara didn't object to this too much, as it allowed Paul to focus on his schooling, and in so doing he had become a good student.

But as time went by, Barbara started to worry about how far behind Paul had fallen in terms of his social skills. She tried to get him to enrol in sports, but Paul was not big or strong enough to make any of those teams. She tried him to get involved in some of the academic clubs, but he showed little interest in that as well. What about girls? Paul was painfully shy, and although he had managed to get a few dates for special occasions like the prom, he almost never went out. After doing a bit of snooping - yes, Barbara snooped on occasion, but it was OK, she'd tell herself – she was his mother – she'd found some pornography on Paul's computer. Pretty basic stuff, she had noted, and not so much that Barbara worried that he might have some sort of addiction to it.

"Well, at least he is interested in girls, and he does have a sex drive," Barbara had told herself with relief. "He just needs to break out of his shell a bit to boost his confidence."

And so it was with great satisfaction that Barbara observed the physical changes in Paul that had taken place over this last year. Paul had told Barbara that he wanted to take a year off from school after graduation, to "re-charge his batteries," as he had put it. Barbara agreed on the condition that he use the opportunity to get out a bit more, meet people, telling him that "I won't have you here for a year so that you can spend every day alone in your room."

Paul had agreed to this condition, and to Barbara's surprise one of the first things he had done was to join a gym. The gym provided free counselling from a personal trainer, and with this help plus Paul's now rampant growth spurt he had literally become a different person physically. Gone was the spindly awkward boy to a suddenly very strapping young man. It hadn't done much yet to bolster Paul's shyness, but Barbara hoped that given a little more time this would change for Paul as well.

This is where things began to go awry for Barbara. She couldn't explain it. How, why, could this happen to her? At first she felt so guilty, but as time wore on the pain of trying to stifle her attraction towards Paul became even worse than the pain of her guilt. The fact was, Barbara was changing too. She hadn't had any time for men since her husband had passed, but for the first time in those six years she felt the indisputable urges of being drawn to one now.

"But, of all people, Paul?" she had asked herself with incredulity. Never in a million years could Barbara believe this was possible. She felt cursed; any woman who could look at her own son and feel anything sexually towards him must be, she reasoned. Barbara had tried to summon upon all her instincts as a mother, instincts that had served her so well over the years, to ward off the depraved temptation that had crept into her soul, but to no avail. In some ways, this new fascination with Paul felt just as strong, and at times, just as natural, as the instincts that had guided Barbara all these years. Nevertheless, she fought them as long as she could, until it became apparent that they were here to stay. And that's when Barbara decided that, for the sake of her own sanity, she would have to make a few changes of her own.

The change Barbara made was that, although she vowed that she and Paul would never have anything more than a normal mother-son relationship, she would nonetheless permit her mind, on occasion, to take them in different directions. Which directions? Even Barbara wasn't completely sure, as she knew that even in her mind she should explore these emotions carefully. But how does one control a tidal wave of emotion?

"What I need is a faucet," Barbara thought, amused. And then, in Barbara's mind, she saw one, clear as can be, and her mind took her back to something an actual event from the week before.

"Come on, Mom, I'm in a hurry," Paul said excitedly. Barbara had been in front of her bathroom sink, washing her hands.

"Okay, okay," she relented with a chuckle, "Big date tonight, handsome?"

"No, she cancelled," Paul replied, "I'm just going out to a movie with the boys." Paul had his bathrobe draped over his shoulder and had a bottle of shampoo in his hand, clearly intending to use the shower. The regular shower Paul used - for all intents and purposes it was his - was out of order, and so for the last two days he'd been using the private one in Barbara's bedroom.

"All yours," Barbara smiled, leaving the room. She went downstairs to watch some TV.

"Oh damn," Barbara said about ten minutes later, remembering that she had washed all the bath towels today and had yet to put them back in place. Retrieving one of the large, fluffy towels, she went upstairs and laid it outside the bathroom door.

"Paul!" Barbara tried to exclaim above the loud, pounding water of the shower.

"Yeah Mom, what it is?" Paul replied.

"I'm leaving a towel outside the door," Barbara said, "there aren't any in there." And that was it. Or was it? Barbara replayed the day in her mind's eye, and this time things had happened quite differently.

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"Oh damn," Barbara said about ten minutes later, remembering that she had washed all the bath towels today and had yet to put them back in place. Retrieving one of the large, fluffy towels, she went upstairs and laid it outside the bathroom door.

"Paul!" Barbara tried to exclaim above the loud, pounding water of the shower. But there was no reply. "Paul!" Barbara repeated, assuming that he could not hear her. Barbara rapped slightly on the door, but there was no reply from Paul. To her surprise, however, the door had been ajar, opening a few inches when she had knocked.

"Oh, thank God," Barbara thought. Paul had his back to her as he showered, apparently oblivious to her presence. Unlike the shower Paul normally used, Barbara's was a cubical made for two of full-length glass. Glass that remained shockingly transparent, even when steamed up. Installing this type of shower had been the doing of Barbara's late husband, evidently to spice up their love life.

Barbara instantly recoiled, fearing Paul would see her, but he did not turn around, as he appeared to be busy washing his hair. Feeling a bit more relaxed now, Barbara couldn't resist the urge to lean forward and peek into the room. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Some of it was from the fear of being caught, but mostly it came from the sight before her.

This shower had not been designed for the modest, and so Barbara had a clear view of Paul from head to toe. Paul's exercise routine had made him much bigger and stronger, but he was remarkably fit too. Barbara sat there on the floor, just taking in the sight of Paul's chiselled shoulders and back. They were hard and firm, and flared out in a perfect V that converged upon his narrow but muscular waistline. And below that was the firmest, roundest ass Barbara had ever seen. Even though Barbara knew it was wrong, she couldn't help herself from staring. Son or not, she couldn't remember the last time the sight of a naked male had excited her this much. Just then Paul leaned down to wash his legs, pushing his athletic butt and thighs hard up against the glass.

"Oh my God," Barbara said aloud, her heart now beating hard against her chest, "this is what he's become." No doubt Paul had what it took, at least physically, to be a great lover.

"But what about..." Barbara said. Yes, she knew it was wrong, but after seeing what she had seen today, Barbara couldn't hold back her curiosity any longer. She was determined not leave her hiding place until she saw his cock, even if it meant risking getting caught.

"Oh my God," Barbara said again, her voice shuddering with desire. Paul had been washing his muscular arms and had turned around to face her. As handsome as Paul looked from the front, with his broad chest and glistening arms, Barbara's eyes could not leave the spot below his trim, sexy waist. Even flaccid, Barbara had never seen anything like this. Paul may have grown six inches in height in the last year and had developed an impressive physique, but evidently there had been another miraculous growth in him as well.

At that moment all Barbara could think about was what it must look like when it hard. Could it get that much bigger than it was now? Barbara couldn't even imagine what that would look like. And then it happened. The movement was done casually on Paul's part, but to Barbara it was as shocking as if an earthquake had suddenly erupted. Paul grasped his penis in his hand.

"Maybe he's just washing himself," Barbara said, her eyes wide in astonishment. One pump of his fist. Then two. Then three. No, Barbara knew for certain what was going on now. Paul had his eyes closed, with his right profile facing her, and in his right hand was methodically pumping away at his cock. The sight was so erotic to Barbara that she had to do something about it. Up until now, she'd managed to keep her hands to herself, but the sight of Paul masturbating was too much for her, and she eagerly found herself joining in. Barbara lay on the floor, furiously rubbing her clit as she watched Paul stroking his now full erection. As she had anticipated, Paul's hard cock was huge, bigger than anything she'd ever seen before. 

"My son has a big cock," Barbara said to herself incredulously. It wasn't even that Barbara was that caught up in a man's size, it was the words themselves that affected her. Could there be a more taboo sentence for a mother in the English language? No, this had to be one of the most forbidden things any woman could say. Barbara repeated the words again and again as she continued getting herself off, turning them over in her mind, and each time she said it, the more it excited her. Not even a minute passed before she was coming.

Barbara lay on the ground, recuperating from her orgasm, but still watching Paul. His hand was practically a blur as he continued pounding away at his rampant erection. Finally, with a groan loud enough for even Barbara to hear, Paul was coming. Barbara shuddered, as one watched one of the jets of his sperm spray the glass of the shower and begin slowly drip to the ground. And then another did the same, as did a third.

Barbara sneaked away and went back downstairs. Much as she tried to settle herself down, for the rest of the day her mind could only think about the most exciting images she had ever witnessed.

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A few days later something happened when Barbara was making dinner for herself and Paul. She could overhear Paul in another room, talking on the phone with one of his friends. Barbara was not the type to eavesdrop but when she heard Paul say the name "Hanna" she couldn't help but listen in a bit more.

"It was nothing, I don't know why you keep asking about it," Paul said. "I don't know... sometime. It's not like I'm in any big hurry."

"Oh no," Barbara thought, "not this again." The year before, Paul had been working a summer job in a restaurant and one of the girls that worked there was named Hanna. She was older than Paul, about twenty-three, and while not especially beautiful she was cute in her own way. Barbara had spoken to the girl a couple of times when she came to pick up Paul after work, and she seemed nice enough, even quite friendly. Evidently Hanna had been flirting with Paul for most of the summer and, according to Paul, one day they had had sex. The problem was, this was a lie. Why was Paul saying these things to his closest friends, then? Barbara knew. It was because they had all lost their virginity and had been teasing Paul about him still being a virgin.

Barbara was surprised that Paul was still keeping up this charade, but she supposed that the lie had become so deep for Paul that he was too ashamed to come clean about it now. Besides, Hanna had moved out of town shortly afterwards, so the lie had been very easy for Paul to keep. No one knew of his deception, except Barbara of course. How was she so certain? Well, for one thing Paul had been very specific about which day it had supposedly happened on, and Barbara knew for a fact that Paul had stayed home that day. In fact, the two of them had spent the entire day doing yard work and other chores around the house. But most importantly, Barbara knew Paul's story was a lie because she knew her son. She knew when he was lying, and this was most definitely one of those occasions.

Barbara felt terrible that Paul felt it necessary, even after a year, to carry on with this ruse. On more than one occasion she had vowed to confront him on it, but she hadn't been sure how to proceed. Even with all the changes she'd seen in Paul over the last year, he still seemed to be very shy when it came to girls. How would he react if Barbara told him that she knew he'd been telling a lie about Hanna and that she knew he was a virgin? Barbara had often tried in the past to think of a resolution to this predicament, often getting frustrated as she couldn't think of anything.

Later that night, Barbara got ready for bed. She sat in front of her mirror, brushing her chestnut colored hair. For whatever reason, she was feeling especially horny today. After finishing with her hair, Barbara decided to wear something sexy to bed tonight, choosing a white-lace negligee that left little to the imagination. The outfit always drove her late husband crazy, leading to more than a few nights of wild, passionate lovemaking.

Barbara undressed, taking a moment to admire her nude form in the mirror. Six years since her husband died and she hadn't gained a pound. She then slipped the nighty on, relishing again at how seemed to enhance every contour of her body, and then got under the covers of her bed. Barbara reached for the small, white vibrator she kept in her nightstand and began with some gentle strokes across her excited flesh. She let her mind drift off; often in times like these she just let it wander until it found something to enhance the sensations of what her vibrator did for her physically. To her surprise her mind's eye quickly latched on to what she had been mulling over earlier – Paul's deception. And although Barbara had never known how to act on the problem in the real world, in Barbara's fantasy world the solution came to her all to quickly.

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"Paul, we need to talk," Barbara said solemnly.

"What about?" Paul replied cautiously.

"It's about these lies you're telling... about what happened with Hanna," Barbara said, almost losing her temper. "It's got to stop."

Paul sat on the couch silently, thinking. For a moment Barbara expected him to deny the accusation, but then he dropped his head to his chest and sighed.

"Mom, you have no idea how hard it is," Paul said dejectedly, "I don't want to lie, but all the other guys... I would never hear the end of it if they found out the truth. Hell, after all this lying they might ditch me altogether if they found out. There's nothing I can do but keep going at this point."

"And what about Hanna?" Barbara huffed. "I assume you never got her permission to say these things about her."

"I doubt she would care that much," Paul replied, "she wasn't exactly the innocent type, if you catch my drift. I guess that's part of the reason why I still feel shy around girls."

"What do you mean?" Barbara asked.

"I mean, Hanna got around a lot," Paul said, "and things seemed to be going great between us, so great that I even made a move on her..."

"And she turned you down," Barbara concluded.

"Yup," Paul answered, getting even more depressed. Barbara sat on the couch next to Paul and began to soothingly rub one of his broad shoulders with her hand.

"Oh, come now dear," Barbara said. "I can't believe such a handsome, sexy young man like you would let that bother him for long. You just need to get some of that confidence back that you had with Hanna."

"Sexy?" Paul chuckled uneasily, "you've never called me that before."

Barbara leaned in and gave Paul a soft but undeniably sensuous kiss on the cheek before replying, "That's because I'm your mother. There are a lot of things I haven't told you because I'm your mother."

She gave him a second kiss, this time lower on his neck and added, "There's a lot of things I haven't been able to do either, because you're my son." Barbara's ministrations were having the desired effect, as Paul was definitely getting aroused.

"You mean like what you're doing now?" Paul asked, his breathing becoming more labored.

"No, I mean more like this," Barbara replied. She turned her head slightly, pressing her hot lips hard against his. They mashed their excited mouths together for several kisses, and then to Barbara's pleasant surprise she felt Paul's lips part, trying to gain access to her with his tongue. Instinctively, Barbara allowed him to proceed, opening her mouth to receive him. His technique was much better than Barbara had anticipated, as Paul's tongue played seductively with Barbara's.




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"Oh my goodness," Barbara said breathlessly as she broke their sensuous tongue dance. If incest feels this good, Barbara told herself, there was nothing that would stop her now.

Barbara slid onto the floor between Paul's legs and settled onto her knees. She then began unbuckling the large square belt buckle on his jeans.

"Mom..." Paul said, his voice trailing off. Barbara looked into her son's eyes, seeing his uncertainty and doubt.

"It's alright Paul," Barbara said re-assuredly. "You need this before you can move on." 

"You won't have to pretend to your friends anymore after today," she added with a sly smile.

"But what about you?" Paul asked. He had calmed somewhat but what still clearly unsure.

"I going to help dear," Barbara smiled.

"Besides, I want it too," she added, her voice now clearly wanton with desire, "more than you could ever imagine." 

Barbara pulled his pants open and moved his underwear aside, and then pulled out the long trunk of Paul's flaccid cock. Holding it by the tip, Barbara stretched her hand until it was completely exposed, looking like a proud fisherman holding his prized catch for all to see.

"Oh my God, Paul," Barbara marvelled, her voice shaking with lust. "I can't believe how fucking big you are." Still flaccid, but starting to grow, Paul already had the biggest cock she had ever seen. Paul was still trying to digest the shock of hearing his mother talk to him this way when he felt her clamp her lips around the head of his cock. She then began to voraciously suck him off, sending and even bigger jolt of erotic energy crashing throughout his body.

Barbara could feel Paul's cock hardening as she sucked it, something that always excited her with previous lovers. In this case, it was extra special, as she was determined to see just how big this cock could get. That and the fact that she was doing this with Paul, made for the most exciting blow job she had ever given. Paul looked down at the incredulous sight of his mother sucking his cock. He'd never had a woman do this for him before, but he'd seen it in the porno films he had saved onto his computer. However, none of those women were as enthusiastic as what Barbara was showing him right now. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying it so much he could swear there was a faint smile across her face as he watched her slurping and sucking his cock.

"Oh Mom," Paul moaned, "you're so..." Paul was about to say 'good,' but instead something made him change it to "... nasty."

"You have no idea, Paul," Barbara replied. She gave a few more flicks on his penis with her tongue, until she was satisfied with its hardness. Now that it had reached full length, Barbara took a moment to gawk at what she now held in her hands. Somehow it seemed appropriate that Paul would be this well-endowed. After all, the rest of his body had changed so much over the year, going from being a wiry young boy to looking like a body you might see out of Greek Mythology. That Paul's sex organ, too, would grow to mythical proportions as well seemed rather befitting.

"Okay lover, lesson #1 is over," Barbara said. "Time for lesson #2."

"What's that?" Paul asked.

"First," Barbara replied, "I need one of those condoms you keep in your wallet."

"Oh, so you know about those," Paul said, his face tinged with red from embarrassment. "I guess you also know that I never even got close to using one." 

"Of course, there isn't anything I don't know about you, Paul," Barbara smiled back. Barbara was now fiddling with Paul's pants until they were off. Finding his wallet, she quickly retrieved a three-pack of condoms from it. To her satisfaction, they hadn't expired yet. 

"Then you also know that I've wanted this day to happen for as long as I can remember," Paul smiled. Barbara was about to ask Paul whether he talking about losing his virginity or whether he was talking about wanting to have sex with her, but she already knew the answer. Somehow, she had always known.

Barbara tore open the condom and began to slide it over Paul's still rampant erection. For a moment her mind wandered back to remember all the other "rights of passage" she assisted her son graduate through. Never in a million years would Barbara have thought she'd be part of this one as well, but now that it was happening it gave her a warm feeling inside. Her son was about to become a man, and she was going to make sure it was done properly. Barbara's mind continued to travel back to her own first time; it had been a clumsy experience between her and a teenage boy as they wrestled half-naked with each other in the back of a car. Her son deserved better, and Barbara was going to make certain that this would be the case.

The only article of clothing that Paul still wore was his shirt, and Barbara now set her sights on removing for him. Slowly tugging it up from the bottom, she planted light kisses on each new part of flesh as it became exposed, relishing in the feel of her lips on Paul's flat stomach and muscular chest. She then lifted the shirt off his head completely, continuing her ministrations on his chest by now including some light sucking and biting of his hard nipples. Paul was still siting on the couch, but now lay back a bit to enjoy the experience, groaning softly at the feel of his mother's soft caresses with her hands and lips.

When Barbara felt that Paul was ready to continue, she stood up and began to seductively remove her own clothing piece by piece. A faint smile came over Paul's face as he watched Barbara's statuesque body being revealed to him for the first time.

"Like what you see, Paul?" Barbara playfully asked. Barbara took great care of her curvy figure, so she felt confident in her appearance.

"Oh yes," Paul replied, "you're so beautiful, Mom. It turns me on, seeing you like this."

"Do you want to fuck me, Paul?" Barbara asked, her voice sounding even more mischievous.

"It's all I can think about," Paul replied.

"Good," Barbara said, "because I can't wait any longer. She then straddled Paul's lap and, with knees slightly bent, stood above the engorged penis that was waiting to receive her. She thrust one of her breasts into Paul's mouth, saying nothing to him but "Suck."

She held Paul's cock steady and slowly rubbed the head over the wetness of her excited pussy before guiding into the entrance of her vagina. Inch by inch Barbara sank her body, her pussy surprisingly stretching with little discomfort to accept her new lover.

The blind sensation of being utterly and completely filled by cock was all Barbara could register at this moment, it dominated her thoughts and feelings. And yet she still allowed herself to feel something more, because this wasn't just any cock, it was her son's cock. That feeling was simply electric, better than anything Barbara had ever felt before. She never could have guessed that the one penis in the world she wasn't supposed to have could bring her this much delight.

That she was able to take such a big cock all the way with such ease was like something out of a fairy tale, but then again, everything about having sex with Paul was like something out of fairy tale. Perhaps this would be just another element to the fable, much like a mythical sword that could only be wielded when it held by it's rightful owner.

Slowly Barbara raised herself a couple of inches, and then back down again. The feeling of Paul's cock sliding in and out of her pussy was so good Barbara could already sense her climax coming soon.

"Oh that feels so good Mom," Paul grunted, taking a moment from working over her tits with his mouth. Barbara wondered if Paul, too, was feeling a joy today that he would never be able to re-create with any other woman, guessing it was probably true. But that was okay with her. This was their moment, and it deserved to be special.

Up and down Barbara thrust herself over Paul's magnificent cock, and with movement both their lust-filled bodies got closer to the brink of ecstasy. Barbara gradually increased the pace over several minutes, riding her new lover with just the right level of experience that he needed for this first time encounter. When she felt Paul was too close to coming she would back off and caress him with her hands. Or sometimes Barbara would lean in and they would exchange a few passionate kisses until she felt it was time to continue.

Barbara was intent on making sure this wasn't going to be end too quickly, but now that she could feel her orgasm starting to take over, she went full out like a jockey sprinting to the finish line.

"Oh fuck, yeah," Barbara moaned, slamming up and down on Paul's never ending hardness. "Oh god, Paul, I'm so close baby."

"Me too," he grunted back.

And then it hit like a bolt of lightning, making Barbara scream again and again. She'd lost such control that Paul needed to hold Barbara steady over him, but it wasn't easy, and now Paul, too, was lost in the throws of orgasm.

Paul said something, but Barbara couldn't make it out. Mostly, he just made a bunch of unintelligible grunts and groans as he rode out the spasms of his cum-spurting cock. Through the haze of her own feelings of bliss Barbara could feel it the sensations of his ejaculation, his muscles all working like a finely tuned machine together with only one purpose in mind, to deliver as much of Paul's virile sperm to her uterus as possible. Of course, since Paul was wearing a condom, Barbara would not feel any of his come enter her. It wasn't enough to ruin the moment and she gathered Paul felt the same way, but at the same time she found herself looking forward to the day when the condoms wouldn't be necessary and their act of intimacy could be complete.

Barbara scooted up onto Paul lap until she could press her heaving chest against his and wrap her arms around his shoulders. Likewise, Paul encircled her lower back with his arms, and the lovers held each other in a tight embrace. They stayed like this for several minutes, saying nothing, as they recovered from their shared orgasm. Finally, it was Barbara who spoke.

"How are you feeling baby?" she asked.

"Better than I ever thought I could feel," Paul replied. "But sad too."

"Sad?" Barbara asked. "Why?"

"Because now that you helped me with my 'problem' we won't do this anymore," Paul said. "I understand it though. I know what I need to do now."

"Really?" Barbara asked, visibly amused, "you know everything, do you?"

"Well..." Paul stammered, starting to feel embarrassed. Barbara stood up and began to gather her clothing.

"Two lessons and you know everything?" Barbara chuckled.

"So... does that mean there's a lesson #3 coming?" Paul sheepishly asked.

"Not now," Barbara laughed, "I'm still worn out from lesson #2." 

"We'll continue with your studies tonight... in my bedroom," Barbara added with a sly grin.

"Lesson #3?" Paul asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Lessons 3, 4, and 5," Barbara winked. "Make sure to save up your strength, it's going to be a long night." 

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A few days later Barbara was flipping through a travel magazine. She was going to take Paul on a vacation as a reward for graduating high school with honors. Barbara was looking at a few beach resorts, wondering if Paul might be interested in visiting one of them.

Again, this was a reflection of how much Paul had changed over the last year, because a year ago Barbara would know better than to even ask him. In the past, Paul had been so overly conscious about his appearance that he would rather be caught dead than go swimming at the beach. But a lot had changed in this last year, including his confidence.

In fact, to Barbara's surprise, it wasn't that strange to see Paul walking around the house in nothing more than a tank top and shorts. And on the warmer summer days, he often went shirtless. Barbara knew it was wrong, but she often caught herself spying at Paul's impressive male form when he wasn't looking. And sometimes she liked to think that maybe Paul was purposely wearing less and less clothing at home in an attempt to arouse her.

The next ad piqued Barbara's interest. It was a log cabin for rent that promised itself as a quiet and relaxing retreat. Not too far a drive from town, but still quite secluded, and only walking distance away from some prepared cross-country ski tracks. Barbara and her husband used to love renting a cabin, and Paul had enjoyed those vacations as well.

"Except for that one time," Barbara mused to herself, thinking back. Unexpectedly, a storm had hit, not only making the roads impassable but knocking out the power, heat, and telephone service. It had been a harrowing experience, but after only a few hours a rescue crew managed to carve their way through the snow and take Barbara and Paul back into town.

Feeling a bit naughty now, Barbara couldn't resist re-shaping the events of that day in her mind. Paul was out and would not be expected to return for at least another hour. She put the magazine aside and lay back on her sofa to get comfortable. After masturbating twice already to thoughts of her son, the idea wasn't as shocking to Barbara as it had been before, so she didn't feel the need to be particularly modest about it anymore. And so she settled back on the couch, letting her mind wander freely over the events of that day and her hands wander freely over her horny body.

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"Three hours and the storm hasn't let up a bit!" Barbara exclaimed incredulously.

"Don't worry, Mom," Paul reassured her, "everything's going to be okay." Barbara smiled briefly at Paul's attempt to "be the man" in this situation. He had grown up a lot in the last year. At first, it had been merely physical, but later it showed in his maturity level as well.

"Well, we're not out of this one yet, dear," Barbara said. "Let's take a look around the place... see if there's anything that can be of any use." After rummaging around the cabin, they managed to find a radio. The electricity was out, but luckily this one operated on batteries and was working.

"See what you can find out about the storm," Barbara told Paul, "I'll keep searching for supplies." Barbara looked through the kitchen. There weren't any foodstuffs – she and Paul had planned to drive into town for dinner that night and then buy a few groceries to take back with them for the evening. The only things she did find were a box of crackers and an open bottle of brandy.

Barbara came back to the living room where Paul was fiddling with the radio dials. All Barbara could hear was static.

"Any luck, Paul?" she asked.

"I managed to get one station working for about a minute before it cut out," Paul said. "It sounds like things are pretty bad. The rescue crews are having a tough time getting out. We might be here until at least tomorrow."

"That's okay, Paul," Barbara replied. "I can't see it being much longer than that, and if it is, we can get by without food for a couple of days."

"I'm not too worried about that either," Paul said. "It's... the temperature. It's going to drop 25 degrees overnight. We're going to freeze to death."

"What about the fireplace?" asked Barbara.

"Gas, just like the stove," Paul replied. "And just like the stove, not working."

"We'll think of something Paul," Barbara said, trying to put on a brave face. She noticed, however, that Paul didn't seem to need her re-assurance. Not that he didn't appear frightened, but he wasn't panicking like the "old Paul" probably would have. Barbara continued rummaging around the cabin as Paul kept fiddling with the radio to no avail. One thing Barbara had noticed, was that the room had gotten noticeably much colder.

"Here," Barbara said, handing Paul a small glass of the brandy.

"Um, Mom... you know alcohol doesn't actually warm you up," Paul said. "In fact, it can make things worse."

"I know, but a tiny bit shouldn't hurt," Barbara said, "bedsides, I could use it to calm my nerves."

"You don't think we're going to get out of this," Paul said dejectedly as he lightly sipped the brandy.

"I don't know," Barbara replied. The snow was packed so high outside, she wondered if it might take days if the roads were passable again. And if the temperature kept falling... there might not be much of them to find when the rescue crew did make it. And that was assuming anyone was looking for them in the first place...

Barbara felt a large shiver go down her spine. Paul got up and walked over to the chair she was sitting in and put his arms around her.

"I know we'll be okay, but if by some chance I don't make it then I'm glad I got to spend my final hours with you," Paul said. "I love you, Mom."

"Oh dear," Barbara said, her eyes beginning to tear up, "things aren't so bad Paul that we need to say out good-byes just yet."

"I know," Paul said.

"But I will say that I'm proud with how brave you've been today," Barbara added. "My boy really has grown up to be man." They stayed like this for the next couple of hours, gently sipping the brandy and providing each other with comfort.

"It's getting late dear, we better go to bed," Barbara said. They had already discussed that for the sake of retaining body heat they would stay together in the main bedroom. It had a queen-sized bed with a feather mattress. There wasn't much in the way of blankets but Barbara had managed to find a couple of extras in a storage closet. Still, it was frightfully cold. They got into bed and immediately jockeyed into a tight embrace until they found something that was reasonably comfortable.

"Mom, if I don't wake up tomorrow," Paul said.

"Paul!" Barbara exclaimed, admonishing him, "Don't even talk that way!"

"I know, but I want to get something off my chest, just in case," Paul said.

"Very well, tell me," Barbara said.

"It's about a lie I told my friends," Paul started, "I feel kind of sick that I've kept telling it for a year now, and I just wanted to admit the truth to somebody."

"It's about that girl I knew from work... Hanna," Paul began.

"I know all about it dear," Barbara interrupted. Her eyes were tearing up now, she wasn't quite sure why.

"I just needed the guys to get off my back for awhile," Paul explained, "with them all not being virgins they would razz me pretty bad." Despite the lie, Barbara was glad Paul hadn't given in to peer-pressure and had a one-night stand with a cheap slut like Hanna.

"You just need to find the right girl, Paul," Barbara said, "and everything will be fine."

"And now I might just die a virgin," Paul said. "I guess that's karma coming to get me for lying about it in the first place."

"You're not going to die," Barbara said. But even her words didn't ring as true as she would have liked. The truth was, Barbara didn't know what to think about their fate.

Paul's voice had sounded so tragic in nature that it took Barbara all the courage she could muster not to cry. If he had been anyone else, even a complete stranger, Barbara might have even offered to "help" Paul with his problem. But of course she couldn't, even though there wasn't a man in the world she loved more than Paul, because he was her son. The irony bit at her like knife digging at a sore wound.

"Paul..." Barbara hesitated. "About your 'problem,' what if I were to help you with it?"

"What?" Paul answered, genuinely astonished. He was speechless.

"You mean everything to me, Paul," Barbara said, "and there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you."

"But what about you?" Paul asked, "Wouldn't it be kinda strange?" Barbara noted with interest that Paul didn't seem to have any objections from his point of view. Maybe she was right in thinking that Paul wasn't just wearing less clothing around the house last summer because it was hot.

"I'll be fine dear," Barbara replied. For a moment, Barbara wondered if she should admit more to Paul than that, that in truth she had longed for something to happen between her and Paul for some time now. For the sake of not scaring Paul away, she decided not to.




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"Well... okay... I suppose," Paul stammered. "What do you want me to do?"

"You let mommy take care of everything," Barbara smiled re-assuredly. "And when the time is right, just do what comes naturally."

Barbara knew this wasn't going to be easy. Due to the unbearable cold in the room, their faces were the only parts that remained uncovered. They really couldn't afford to uncover much more. While maintaining the tight embrace they were already in, Barbara moved forward so that instead of being on his side Paul was now laying on his back. She then slowly, gently moved in until her moist lips found his. To Barbara's surprise, Paul kissed better than she had expected. She kissed him again, but this time it was much longer and much deeper and, once again, he seemed up to the task.

"How was that Paul?" she asked. Barbara could already tell that he had enjoyed it but was hoping to hear it from himself.

"Really nice," Paul smiled. Barbara looked down at Paul's face quizzically. She no longer saw the face of a boy who needed her as his mother, but that of a young man who needed, even wanted, her as a woman. For the first time she knew could look into Paul's eyes and see her man looking back at her.

Smiling seductively at new-found lover, Barbara kissed him again. This time however, she let her hand roam over his body. With all the clothing they were wearing, there wasn't much to feel, and so after only a moment or two of this Barbara's hand settled directly over the throbbing bulge in Paul's jeans.

Paul groaned, his mouth still joined with Barbara's in their amorous kiss. As much as she wanted to see it, Barbara knew she had to do everything necessary to keep Paul warm. And so she skillfully loosened the buckle on his pants, giving his member enough space to grow without having to be exposed to the cold air. Barbara then moved her hand inside Paul's pants and wrapped her fingers around his already excited shaft.

"Oh that's so good," Paul moaned. Barbara slipped her tongue past Paul's lips, finding his tongue anxiously waiting to play with hers, and then focused her attention on jacking off his cock with her hand. When she felt him reach full mast, she finally broke off their kiss.

"It's time baby, it's time," Barbara moaned. Paul had moved over her and was frantically kissing Barbara's neck, driving her wild with lust, but she managed to roll onto her back, unfasten the top her pants and slide them down far enough to expose her sex. She then opened the front of her son's pants and pulled out his rock hard penis.

"Like this dear," Barbara said. Still holding his cock in her hand, she moved Paul's body into the missionary position. Paul's father had always like it this way the most, and Barbara wondered if his son might have the same preference. Deftly sliding her pussy juice soaked panties to one side, Barbara then guided Paul's thick shaft home.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I'm inside your pussy," Paul moaned. "This feels better than anything I could ever imagine."

"Easy does it Paul, nice and slow," Barbara cautioned. She wasn't kidding either. Paul had easily the largest cock she had ever felt. If this were going to work, he would have to start out gently.

Paul did as he was told, sliding in gently. Barbara couldn't believe how large he felt, but she loved it, taking his big cock into her pussy one impressive inch at a time. Under different circumstances she might tell Paul not to push any further, but for some reason the pleasure she was feeling outweighed any of the discomfort and so she let him continue pushing in. When he finally bottomed out and Barbara felt his ball sack resting against her opening she was going practically delirious with her lust. 

"Now out, baby," Barbara groaned deeply. "In and out baby, in and out. Try to get comfortable and then just do what comes naturally." Paul followed her instructions and, after a few moments of finding his way around, managed to settle himself properly. Before long, his hips had settled into a gentle piston-like motion as he lay between Barbara's welcoming thighs. 

"That's good Paul," Barbara said, wincing as Paul's cock found a particularly sensitive spot.. "Oh yes, it feels so good. Yes baby, there, right there. Don't stop, baby!" That Paul had managed to find a proper rhythm so easily was truly amazing considering the trying circumstances they were under and that it was his first time having sex. Barbara had no doubt that with enough experience Paul could be a fantastic lover.

"Yes Paul, yes," Barbara cried, her body now shaking with lust. If this truly was to be her last night on Earth, she decided was going to go out enjoying it to the fullest.

"Fuck me Paul, fuck my pussy," Barbara moaned, trying to spur Paul to greater heights of ecstasy. Her naughty words hit their mark too, as Paul began to steadily pick up the pace until he was truly fucking the hell out of her. The bed shook violently as Paul thrust again and again, making the mattress squeal and squeak beneath them.

"Oh... oh... fuck... yes..." Barbara said, her head spinning, "I love... your cock... Paul... I love it." Barbara's orgasm finally took over, as she gave a triumphant yell that she was coming. It wasn't just her though, as Paul was coming with her. Barbara could feel Paul's thick semen filling her pussy. Barbara felt herself drifting off to sleep, content in knowing that if this were last feeling she would ever know in this world, she could die a happy woman. 

Barbara's eyes open slightly; it was morning. She then felt someone stirring next to her. It was Paul. The two of them lay exactly as they had left off last night. Although flaccid, his penis was still inside her. Despite still feeling desperately cold, the morning sun provided a bit of warmth as it cascaded upon them through the window.

Paul got up slowly and did up his pants. He was looking out the window, although his mind was in a bit of a haze and it was difficult to concentrate. Barbara started to clear the cobwebs from her mind, and she could hear a buzzing sound.

"What is it Paul?" she coughed, the frigid air affecting her lungs.

"It's a helicopter, headed right for us!" Paul said smiling weakly. "I think we're saved!"

Indeed, it was a rescue helicopter, sent out to look for survivors. It hovered over the house and sent down a man with a rescue harness, who then proceeded to pull Barbara and Paul up one at a time. The helicopter then flew them to a nearby hospital.

Barbara sat in her hospital room, thinking. She had finished being examined by the doctor and was waiting for some test results. Not that Barbara was worried about that. Other than a mild case of hypothermia she had survived the ordeal remarkably well. And from what Barbara had been told, Paul was doing well too.

No, what weighed heavily on Barbara's mind was her shame. No doubt that after examining both Paul and Barbara the doctor was aware that two of them had had intercourse. They hadn't even had time to try and wash up a bit before being rescued, so even the men in the helicopter likely knew what had happened. Except those men didn't know that Barbara and Paul were mother and son. The doctor, a woman about the same age as Barbara, did.

"How are you feeling Barbara?" Dr. Rogers asked.

"Fine doctor... I mean, Judy," Barbara replied, correcting herself. Judy had asked to keep things between them informal. "How am I doing?"

"We're going to keep you here for a couple of hours, but I expect you'll be out by evening," Judy replied.

"What about Paul?" Barbara asked a bit nervously.

"He'll be fine too," Judy answered, "but there's something I wanted to discuss with you."

"Yes, what is it?" Barbara asked nervously.

"Well, it's just that you went through a difficult experience, traumatic for some people," Judy said. "Although you might feel fine physically it might not hurt for you to talk about it with someone."

"Thanks, but I'll be fine," Barbara said, trying to cut off the conversation.

"I'll have one of the nurses leave a card with your things in case you change your mind," Judy interjected. "Dr. Murphy is really good."

"Oh, by the way, there's a reporter from the local paper who has called twice asking if you'd like to do an interview," Judy said.

"Why?" Barbara asked, somewhat perturbed.

"Because folks like to hear a story that has a happy ending," Judy answered. "A couple people from last night were not as lucky as you and Paul." Barbara studied the doctor's countenance, trying to find anything that went beyond her actual words, but Judy's poker face was formidable.

"Oh well, I guess she'd rather not get involved other than to recommend a shrink," Barbara thought.

"I don't think so," Barbara replied, "I'd rather just move on, if you know what I mean.

It was now evening and Barbara sat on her bed in her hotel room. The effects of the cold had worn off, but she and Paul had been each given a room for the next day or two until they would be heading home.

Barbara looked down at the small card the nurse had given her as she turned it over and over in her hand. It read, Dr. Olivia Murphy, specialist in Family Psychiatry.

"I don't want this, I don't need this," Barbara said huffily, flipping the card into a wastebasket. "But what about Paul?" He had been surprisingly quiet since they'd been rescued. During the cab ride to the hotel he'd barely spoken to Barbara at all. Had Paul suffered some sort of emotional trauma because of what they had done the night before? Barbara didn't think so. Still, she had to find out where things would go for them from here. She had an idea. Paul's room was next to hers, making things even simpler.

There was a knock at Paul's door, and he went to answer it. Barbara noted that Paul was wearing one of the red terry-cloth robes provided for by the hotel. Perhaps he was about to go to sleep? Then again, Barbara was clad exactly the same way, so maybe that wasn't the case.

"Hi Paul," Barbara said cautiously, "I had to come see you." Barbara looked into Paul's eyes. Yes, he was still her son, but she saw much more in him too.

"About what?" Paul asked. Barbara had seen enough in Paul's composure to know that everything was going to be all right. And with that, she felt confident enough to continue. Barbara tugged at the knot in front of the robe and then slid it off her shoulders to ground at her feet. She was standing in front of Paul, completely nude. Paul responded by sheepishly removing his robe too. To Barbara's surprise, he too, had nothing on underneath.

"I guess we had the same idea," Paul said with a small chuckle. Barbara smiled warmly at Paul, feeling happier than she'd ever felt before. Hand in hand, they strolled casually over to the bed. And then they made love.



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"I want you to take a moment for me, and just relax. Perhaps you could picture yourself resting in a forest grove, in the early autumn when the leaves are beginning to change. You can imagine the vivid reds of the maple leaves, the rich oranges of the oaks and poplars, the soft golden colors of the elms, and here and there a tree or two whose leaves still bear the bright green of summer. Their branches wave ever so slightly in the breeze; you can feel just a hint of that breeze, whisking away the last of the summer heat and leaving you cool and refreshed as you lay back on the soft, springy grass and enjoy the view. It's very easy to relax while you imagine that, isn't it?

"And the grass is so soft under your body, and it's quiet and still here; the wildlife is already preparing for winter, heading south or digging in for that long, slow, lazy sleep until spring comes, and so we have the forest all to ourselves. The sun is low in the horizon, now; afternoon comes quicker in the fall, and the light has already taken on that special, drowsy quality that comes late in the day. It's a perfect light for watching the fall foliage and just letting your thoughts wander.

"The breeze stirs the branches again, making them sway back and forth, rippling across the leaves as it brushes the canopy of the forest like a gentle caress. It's easy, so very easy to relax and imagine the beautiful colors, all of the distinct and separate leaves blending into a kaleidoscope of vivid light. You might want to let your eyes unfocus a little, just relax those tiny muscles and let the whole picture blur into a golden dance as you watch.

"And it strikes you, as you watch the leaves swaying back and forth, back and forth, how the trees in this forest grove are just a little bit like you. They're starting to relax, leaving their green colors behind them as they prepare for their own sleep. And it seems to be such a wonderful thing for them, doesn't it? Don't they look so beautiful now, as they let go of that bright green wakefulness and change into their drowsy, dreamy autumn colors? It's as though by letting themselves sleep, by letting their leaves change and float away, they've discovered something brilliant and wonderful about themselves.

"That thought sounds so wonderful to you, as you rest and relax even further here with me. Perhaps you're beginning to wonder what brilliant, wonderful things lie inside you, and how nice it will be to discover them as you let your own thoughts change like the leaves in autumn. You can imagine each thought in your head as being like one of the leaves on the tree, slowly beginning to change and letting you unveil a new self as you relax deeper and float towards a gentle, easy sleep.

"Or perhaps you're still a little worried. Perhaps you're afraid to let go of the way things are, wanting to cling tightly to every thought you have, the bad as well as the good. Sometimes it's hard to change, even for the better. Don't be afraid. That's what I'm here for, to help you and guide you. Here in the forest, together, I can help you see that change is natural. The trees don't try to fight it when it's time to cast off their summer colors and embrace the autumn. The change just creeps up on them, without their even trying. Before they know it, they're lost in the warm oranges and reds and yellows, ready to sleep that long, dreamy sleep. They listen to nature, and it's perfectly easy for them to do what nature says. There's no fear when you're just doing what comes naturally, is there?

"Of course there isn't. And now that you know that, it's perfectly natural to let me take each one of the thoughts in your mind, and slowly and carefully shade them towards dreamy sleep. You can imagine the green of your mind changing now under my guidance--perhaps your sleepy mind is bright yellow...or perhaps you see it fading to warm orange...or maybe you see it slowly fade into a dark, rich red...it's entirely up to you, really. All those colors are an expression of who you are, and of who you're letting yourself become when you relax and give up control to me. All you need to do is become the person you truly are, deep down. It feels so good to relax, uncovering your deepest self, your true self, as you sink into my words and let that natural, inevitable change just...happen.

"And you know what always happens after the leaves change, don't you? They change because it's time to let them fall away. All those old, worn-out thoughts float away on the breeze and go wherever the wind takes them, because it's just too much effort to cling to them anymore. It's too hard to hang on to those thoughts, and you understand now that it's just natural to let go of them. It's how we renew ourselves. We let go of everything, knowing that all the good and wonderful things about ourselves will return with the springtime. Everything else, the things we need to let go of, they can drift off on the wind. Everything changes, but nothing good is ever truly lost.

"And as you hear that and feel the joy of knowing that you can let go of your burdens, let go of your sorrows, let go of everything old and exhausted in your heart, you realize that some of your thoughts have already floated away on the wind. You're not sure when it started to happen, because it always starts small, but here and there you discover that a thought or two is just...gone. And that's okay. That's perfectly natural, and I'm here to keep you safe and guide you while it happens.

"And then another few thoughts drift away, and another, and soon you find that your thoughts are drifting away faster than you can keep track of it. And that's because keeping track of your thoughts involves thinking, and it's getting harder to do that because your thoughts are drifting away. And the more you think about how hard it is to think, the happier you become to realize that you can't think about how hard it is to think because that involves thinking too. And then, with the biggest, happiest sigh you can imagine, you decide to just let those thoughts of thinking go. It's alright. I'll think for you, while you're so happily lost in thoughtless thought and descending finally to a place where thoughts don't even matter. That feels so good, doesn't it? 

"Of course it does. I knew it would, and you know it does because I'm thinking for you right now. There are only a few leaves left on the tree now, just a few thoughts left in your mind, and you can imagine my words as a gentle breath on your sleepy mind, a light puff of breeze that blows those last few leaves away, one...by...one...until they're all gone. It's alright. You know you can trust me. It feels so good to relax completely and know that your blank, empty mind is safe with me. It feels like letting yourself go, toppling backwards into a soft drift of fallen leaves, knowing that they'll catch you and hold you and support you. You're always safe with me.

"That feels so good, and because I want to thank you for trusting me, I'm going to make it feel even better now. I want to give you a gift, just like you gave me the gift of your complete and total submission when you relaxed your mind so completely for me. And that gift is pleasure. Just that word makes you shiver as it creates such delicious, evocative sensations in your body. You're not thinking of anything right now except the thoughts I put into your head, and so when I tell you to feel pleasure, your body responds naturally and easily to my words. The pleasure builds and builds, every time I say pleasure, because I want you to feel pleasure and I command you to feel pleasure and you know you'll feel pleasure because I know you'll feel pleasure. And everything I know, you believe. Everything I say, you agree with. Everything I think echoes in your empty mind, now.

"You want that now. Your whole body is alive with pleasure, and you're aware in a distant, dreamy way that the pleasure comes so easily because you've given yourself over to me. And that just makes you want to give yourself more and more, because the more you give in, the easier the pleasure comes and the better the pleasure feels. Your body quivers with pleasure, your pulse quickens with pleasure, your empty mind is blanketed with pleasure. Building and building now, pleasure more and more intense...

"And soon, the pleasure will spill over into that ultimate, utter pleasure, the pleasure of coming for me. Your mind will come as the pleasure builds beyond your ability to contain it, and perhaps your body will follow. It's okay if it does. It's okay if it doesn't. All you need to do is feel that deep, dreamy pleasure, my gift to you, building and building with each moment of pleasure, only holding back until the moment I command it to overwhelm you completely, the pleasure growing pleasure more intense pleasure can't stop pleasure can't fight pleasure pleasure pleasure--

"Come. Come now for me, come long and hard, feel yourself shake and gasp in pleasure as you come for me. Feels so good, body so alive, tingling and shivering and feeling every second of it again and again in your blank, deep, dreamy, sleepy mind. Come.

"And now, as the last tremors of pleasure echo through your mindless mind, I want you to just rest here a moment with me, deep and empty and relaxed. I want you to picture the branches of your mind, all bare of thoughts and waiting for springtime. I'm going to help them blossom forth again soon, and together, we're going to make sure that only the best thoughts grow from the tiny little buds that are beginning to spring up. You let yourself change, under my guidance and my control, because you wanted to bring out the best parts of yourself. And that means now that it's time to leave some things behind.

"You can do that very easily, and you know that you can do that because I'm telling you that you can, and right now the only thoughts in your head are my thoughts. So now, as those tiny green shoots begin to bloom, you can see that you're leaving behind the things you deeply want to leave behind. Maybe those are old hurts, or bad habits. Maybe they're memories that you've held onto too long. You know the things you want to let go, here in this new springtime of your mind, and you know what things you need to hold onto because they're important. All I'm doing is helping you become the better person you want to be.

"And you can see those new leaves unfurling now, so bright and alert with all their spring color. Everything's so green, here in the springtime of your mind, filled with fresh promise and energy as you look forward to what's to come, and all of the ways that your new ideas will bear fruit in the days ahead. And now, as your thoughts return to you, as the world around you begins to take shape again, we can leave this forest behind. But you know that we can always return here, whenever you want to renew yourself once more. And every time, it will be easier to do, and every time, you'll find that the changes happen better and more quickly.

"And knowing that, you can awaken completely on the count of five. One, your awareness coming back now as the leaves spread wide. Two, feeling the alertness flow up through your body like water drawn from the earth. Three, hearing my voice and letting it stir your mind like a spring wind blowing through the leaves. Four, almost all the way back now...

"And five. Wide awake, alert, and renewed."

THE END



Changes



Maria Lopez always thought she had the perfect life. She had always believed she had it all, a big beautiful home, a luxurious Mercedes, beautiful twin boys, and a wonderful husband. Maria never thought that she could want anything more. Lately however, something had changed her opinion about her perfect little life. Well, not something. Some one. Jason, Jason Herring, one of John's best mates. Sure, what happened at the chance meeting was innocent enough, but something just changed. 

Ever since Maria had found out that they were going to have twins, John had worried that there wouldn't be enough money to support them, so Maria had taken up working from home designing business cards and such. She had also started selling Avon, which didn't really earn her that much, but every little penny counted. Each pay she would put no less than Ten percent of it away into a savings account for her boys college fund. Then when the boys turned 16 and they got their first real jobs, they each gave her some money for room and board out of each pay check. Now some people criticized her and her methods of retaining rent money from her kids, but she did have a method to her madness. The boys were turning 18 this year and graduating High school. The money she collected from them she had in a separate account that would be drawn from to buy them each a nice little used car. Being as computer savvy as she was, Maria, was able to find a few possible candidates in a small neighboring town. It was on her trip to visit these cars that she bumped into Jason. 

Maria was bent over at the waist looking under the hood of the Camry she had though would interest her son Zac when she spotted a tall man with dark hair sitting at a near by café. There was nothing very remarkable about this man, but something drew her eye to him, no matter how hard she tried to concentrate on the engine in front of her. When she finally weaseled the information she wanted out of the owner, she handed him her business card and told him that she would call him later in the afternoon so that she and John could take it for a test drive. The man nodded, got into the car and pulled out of the lot. As she watched him drive off noting that the car sounded like it had a turbo kit in it, the man drew her attention yet again. Maria let curiosity get the better of her and she ambled over to the café and ordered herself a sandwich and sat at a table a little bit away from his. She was able to get a good seat and see his profile, but she couldn't place his face. Something about the man looked familiar, but she couldn't for the life of her place where she knew him from. She had just taken a sip from her iced tea when he looked up and his eyes caught hers. She almost choked on the now frozen liquid in her mouth. His eyes were a deep concentrated blue and they seemed to stare directly into her soul. His stare never faltered even as the little serving girl dropped a glass of water a few tables over. Maria could feel her face redden as his eyes got a mischievous glint to them and a slow smoldering smile came to his face. There was a strange wave of what can only be described as giddiness started to burn slow and low in Maria's stomach. 

The man stood and grabbed his tray of food and came to stand directly behind Maria, where the garbage bins were. "You do know that it is impolite to stare?" the deep rumbling voice came from behind her and sent shivers down her spine. She finally gulped down the tea and turned to apologize to him, but he was gone., but sitting there on the edge of her table was a business card. Jason Herring Photography. Maria was floored. She read the card twice before it sank in who he was and why he was so familiar to her. He was in her wedding all those years ago. He wasn't her husband's best man, but he was there. That odd sensation was replaced with something of shame mixed with dread. Did he know who I am? Ohmygod! What if he tells John? What would he tell him though, Maria? He caught you staring at him? Maria almost laughed out loud as she warred with herself. This must be what insanity felt like. 

The whole thirty minuet ride home, Maria could think of little else except the strange meeting. She thought back to the days when her and John just started out as a couple. Those days seemed to be so distant and far away that she could only remember bits and pieces. It was hard to picture John's childhood friends, there was a lot of booze and the occasional drug or two when they were rebellious. She remembered Jason, he was always a little shorter and pudgier than the rest of the group. He never did seem to fit in well, but he had an incredible taste in music. After their wedding, Maria and John moved a few towns over and rarely saw their childhood friends, but there were lots of phone calls and e-mails passed arround. Maria pulled into the driveway to see her husband's car also there. 

"john?" Maria asked as she walked in and saw him sitting at the dining room table going over some paperwork. "you are home early dear." he glanced up and smiled. 

"Yes, the meeting went better than we hoped and the client decided he wanted to go all in with the project. I turned it over to Michael to finalize and gather the crew. We should start to break ground here within the next few weeks." he smiled, his face flush with excitement. Maria almost frowned when she realized that she didn't feel the same giddy feeling that she did when Jason smiled at her. "So, I was able to come home and spend some time with my wife, who happened to not be home. "

Maria ducked her head and stared at her feet. " I was checking on those cars over in Murrysville. I told you about them." 

"Yes, you did. I completely forgot. So what did you find?" He was all business now. He scooted the paperwork that he was riffling through into the file folder. He leaned back in his chair and glanced into her eyes. 

"well," Maria spoke as she turned and reached for the fridge. "Out of the three only one I think would be suitable." She pulled out a bottle of water and twisted the cap off to take a long drink. "The Taurus was a bust, the engine sounded like it was slipping and the tires did not look safe. I had high hopes for the Pontiac, but it was a rust bucket, it would have needed a complete overhaul. The Camry, on the other hand sounded good, and looked better. There was a rust spot or two on the one fender, but Other than that, it looked top notch. The gentleman said that the car was bought for his son, but the kid had gotten himself into a lot of trouble with his dad's car and they had to pay some heft fines. So the car was a little under market value so that they could sell it and make up some of the money. I defiantly think that it is beyond worth it. Zac would love it. "

John nodded, "did you get a test drive or were you waiting for me?" She looked at him innocently and he laughed. "You waited for me. I see. Well, you know your cars honey, if you think that it looks good and sounds good go ahead and get a good feel for the car."

She nodded. "I told the man that I would call him to set up a test drive." He smiled at her and nodded as she sat across the table from him. "I was thinking about calling him later.| 

"While you were out, Jason called me." He commented as he got up from the table and headed over to the kitchen cabinet that held the snacks. "You remember Jason don't you? Jason Herring?" Maria was glad that her husband was turned away from her and could not see that her face was pale and that she couldn't breathe. "He was at our wedding, I believe that he walked Danielle down the isle behind Marc and Lena." He turned after that with a package of crackers. 

Maria nodded slowly, regaining her composure. "I think I remember him. He was the chunky one right?" she looked down at her hands as her husband re-took his seat. 

"yes" he laughed and nibbled on one of his crackers. "I have heard that he lost most of that years ago and has grown into himself a bit. Anyway," he shook his head as if to clear it "He called to say that he has recently moved into a nearby town and wanted to invite us out for dinner to get reacquainted." He looked over the top of the cracker box at Maria. "I told him I thought it was a great idea and I assured him that we could escape for a few hours for dinner and some drinks." 

Maria swallowed hard and met her husband's stare. "Oh, well, of course we could get away for a few hours if we planned when does he want to get together?" It was hard for her to say, but the pained look on her husband's face was enough to make her swallow hard again. "John, what did you do?" she managed her angriest voice, but there was little to no force behind them, in fact she was worried that she sounded breathless. 

"well," he drew the word out and that worried her more. "he asked if we were available tonight..." Maria gasped. "and I told him that it sounded like a great idea because we hadn't been out in the longest time, and we need some adult time.... So we are going out tonight. I'm sorry sweetie," he was staring at Maria's open mouth and pale complexion apparently thinking that she was angry at him. She would be under normal circumstances, but this was not a normal occurrence. 

"John, I haven't a thing to wear out for dinner and drinks. I barely leave home anymore in anything more dressy than slacks and a t shirt. Oh, what am I going to wear?" She stood up and started to pace around the kitchen pulling at her hair and chewing on her bottom lip. John came up behind her and placed his hands on her waist, stopping her forward motion. 

"Dear, why don't you just go buy something new?" she turned and looked at him. She opened her mouth to argue but he put a finger to her lips. "I know its not something that we need, but I think a quick, small splurge on an outfit or two for going out and doing adult things isn't out of order." She opened her mouth again. " Before you tell me that you wouldn't know what's in style, take the boys with you. They are teenagers, they will be home soon, and they will give you their honest opinion about the clothes and whether or not they make you look like an old lady." He leaned in and kissed her softly on the mouth. It effectively silenced her protests. 

"Do you think that the boys would do that for me? And what are we going to do with them tonight?" She was back in panic mode and John had to hold on to her again before she began pacing again. 

"Honey, they will be fine. They are turning into very responsible adults I am fairly sure that if we were to leave them alone for one night it couldn't possibly be a total disaster." That was the moment when the front door opened and slammed behind loud footfalls and loud voices.



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His head aches as he regains consciousness, cursing himself for drinking too much last night. He has trouble remembering anything, only that he was dancing in the club with this guy...and now he aches all over.

What the hell happened?

He opens his eyes, only to slam them shut immediately. There is a very bright light shining down at him, the kind dentists use to check your teeth. It hurts, but he slowly opens his eyes again, trying to adjust. He tries to turn on his side, to get away from the light, but he can't move. His arms and legs are strapped down to the table he is lying on with thick leather bands. The table is cold underneath him, maybe metal? 

Where the hell is he? 

He tries to squirm, to get a better look at himself and see why his body is aching so much. The breasts which immediately come into view startle him into making a decidedly unmanly squeak. He definitely didn't have those last night. There are weird wires coming from his body, an IV drip in his arm, and he realizes he doesn't feel the familiar weight of his dick between his legs. Panicked now, he tries his best to sit upright in order to see himself. It strains his neck and he winces as he tries to get a better look. There's a massive bandage thing over his stomach, like the kind used in surgery. And...

He has a cunt.

It's hairless, smooth and definitely womanly. He squints when he sees something shiny, only to drop his head back onto the table when he realizes it's cum. 

He has breasts, a cunt, an unknown injury to his stomach, he's strapped down to a table, and there is cum on his cunt.

It's officially time to panic.

He screams and thrashes, trying to get free. An intense pain causes him to stop and he whimpers.

A man appears, the bright light like a halo around his head. He smiles, broad and sinister. "Good morning, darling. So nice of you to wake up. Now, are you going to behave or shall I put you under again?"

Frightened, wondering who this man is and what he means by 'again', he just nods submissively. 

"Good girl," the man says with a smirk. He moves to the end of the table, where his new toy's pussy is waiting for him. "I'm not as young as I used to be, but you never fail to excite my desires, little one." With that, he's pulling his dick out of his pants, then pushing forward, fucking the pretty cunt. He raises his hands in order to be able to play with his pet's nipples while he fucks.

He's surprised by the feeling of the man's dick. It feels much too familiar to him and for the first time, he wonders how many times this man has violated him while he was unconscious. "How long have I been here?" he asks, trying to ignore the way it feels for his cunt to be filled (but largely failing).

"Two months, baby girl. I had to wait for your body to accept the surgery, but it was massively successful. We're going to be rich when I unveil my discovery, all because of you."

"What do you mean?" he demands, nervous and panicking.

His new Master just grins manically, "You're pregnant. We're going to have a baby."

"I can't get pregnant," he scoffs. "I'm a guy, I don't have the parts."

With a gleam in his eyes, Master serenely says, "Oh, but you do now. Complete reproductive system! Can you imagine how in demand it will be when I share my findings?"

He just stares into the bright light. He tells himself it is only his imagination when he swears he can feel a fetus forming inside him.

Master cums, squirting semen deep into his uterus. 



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Many thanks to Jenna for all her hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version.




"Don't stop now!" said Stella.

"I'm sorry," said Mort. "I just ran out of gas again."

Stella was frantic as she tried to think of something. But she saw there was nothing she could do, and finally, she took some deep breaths and tried to calm herself. She had been on the verge of an orgasm when Mort had gone limp.

In a few minutes, she was no longer frantic although still frustrated. "Have you seen a doctor?" she said.

"I asked my doctor about this when I had my last physical, and he said it was a normal part of aging," said Mort. "I told him that when I was young, I could come and still stay hard for a long time, but now I got soft almost right afterwards. He said that was normal, and he doesn't want me to take the blue pill unless I can't get aroused."

"But it leaves me frustrated," said Stella. "I could always count on you for at least one orgasm, but now I can't. What am I going to do?"

"Aren't you dating other guys?" he asked.

"Yes, and they do fine," she said, "but you were always special, and that's why I've never stopped seeing you. You know I love you, but this really throws me."

Stella and Ed had married as teenagers, raised a son and daughter and divorced 18 years later because of his philandering. The children had found out about his cheating when they were pre-teens, and she had to explain that she stayed with him because he was a good father and a good husband in every other way, and she loved him, even though she was as upset about his betrayals as they were.

As soon as both children were off to college, she divorced him. It was an amicable divorce, and they were still friendly although they didn't see each other much for a couple of years. But then Stella was surprised by going through menopause a few years earlier than normal, and for some reason, she called him up.

He had been Mr. Reliable during that time, coming, in both senses, whenever she called him. He enjoyed the unprotected sex with her as a change from using condoms with his girlfriends, and she knew he was careful, so she could trust him.

The relationship cooled off a little after she adjusted and started dating again, but they still got together often for sex. They might do something else first, like have dinner or see a movie, but they both knew what the real purpose of their dates was.

Everything was comfortable until now. She was in good shape from exercising, and her skin was unblemished, so she could pass for someone 15 years younger. She had no problems attracting men, and she enjoyed sex with most of them, but Mort had always been her old reliable. He knew every button to push, and he had always completely satisfied her.

After he left, she thought about their lovemaking that night. Everything else had been perfect until the fizzle at the end. If she gave him up, she would have to give up all the special things he did that she loved, but she really needed that orgasm, too. It was a dilemma. She thought about it a few days and then made her suggestion to Mort at dinner on their next date.

"I thought about your problem," she said. "For me, it's really special when you make me come while we're locked in passion, but now I have to accept that this might not always be possible. So it's not a great solution, but if you do get soft too quickly, how do you feel about bringing me off with your mouth afterward."

"I guess I could do that," he said. "Since I'm not using a condom, you'd have to wash out thoroughly first, because otherwise I would gag or throw up. I have a better idea. I always eat you out during the preliminaries. I could just go ahead and give you an orgasm at the start with my mouth, so you would have one for the night no matter what happened later."

"That's just like a man," she said. "It's like a balance sheet. I get my orgasm and then you get yours, and we're even. But it doesn't work like that. Once we are making love, it doesn't matter what you did before. I'm into it, and you're into it, and that's what makes it much better when I come that way. So I still want to go for that. It won't be as good, but it will just make it slightly less frustrating if you get me off with your mouth when your penis can't do it."

"Well, I guess we could try it," he said. "But remember, you've got to be totally clean."

"You're really concerned about that, aren't you?" she said. "You're right. It doesn't taste good or smell good, but I let you come in my mouth sometimes, because I know you love it, even though you know I hate it. I've never figured that one out."

His insistence on her cleaning out his semen before he used his mouth on her made her think about what his reaction would be if she didn't and he tasted or smelled it while eating her. Would he gag or throw up? The idea excited her.

Maybe that's why he got so worked up when he came in her mouth. Maybe her feelings of disgust and debasement added to his excitement. All of a sudden she really wanted to experience him eating her out after he came in her. But she didn't share her thoughts with him.

The next time he came and softened before she could come, she got up and went to the bathroom and washed herself out. By the time she got back to bed, she was no longer excited. Mort went to work on her, and he did eventually make her come, but it was like starting all over, and something was missing.

After the second time this happened, she realized this was not the solution she was looking for. She remembered how excited she had become at the thought of him eating her with his come inside, and she decided that would work a lot better. She wouldn't have to get up and break the mood. It would seem more natural for Mort to just go from penis to tongue as part of the buildup to orgasm. But how could she get him to do it when he was so scared to try.

She thought hard and came up with a plan. It was a crazy plan, and she wasn't sure it would work. On top of that, it required a lot of effort on her part. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that the only alternative was to drop Mort, and she really didn't want to do that.

So she started working on her plan. Part 1 was to become an amazing lover. She began reading books, watching videos and taking notes. Whenever she saw a magazine at the supermarket with an article on sex tips -- and this was at least once a week -- she bought it.

But she didn't only study. She did lab work, too. She was dating four or five men besides Mort. One of the others, Ollie, was a regular, like Mort, but the rest were occasional. She began trying out some of the things she was reading about on her sex partners and noting their reactions. She started with the infrequent partners, and then she made adjustments before using the techniques on Ollie or Mort.

It surprised her how different each man was. What sent one into orbit was a total turn-off for another. As time went on, she figured each of her men out, and now when she tried something new, she could almost predict how they'd react. She was pleased that Ollie and Mort were the most similar.

She started focusing on them and making their sessions more exciting. She could hardly sleep from excitement one time when Ollie told her that she needed to take it easier on him or he was going to have a heart attack. But she kept pushing the bar slowly higher on him and even more on Mort.

One night at dinner, Mort said, "What would you think about getting married again?" he said.

"What?" she replied, almost spitting out her food.

"I think my wandering days are over," he said. "I've stopped dating other women. For the last few months, I've only been with you, and it's been so exciting that I don't even look twice at other women anymore. You know I've always loved you, even when I couldn't control my hormones."

"I'm really flattered, Mort," she said. "And for the last month, I've only been dating you and one other guy. But I think it would be a mistake to live together again. I've gotten used to handling my daily life without having to think about another person, and it would be hard to change. But if you're talking about spending more time together, I'm not against that. Let me think about it and we'll talk about it some more next time."

That night she went all out, and even though he got soft too soon, she didn't let on, and by the time he left her house, he could barely walk. After she shut the door, she had a glass of wine while she thought about his proposal and smiled. I think my plan has worked, she thought.

She called him the next day at work and invited him over for dinner. "There won't be anything afterwards tonight," she said, "but I want to talk to you."

She cooked some of his favorite dishes and watched as he ate them with relish. After she poured him coffee, she broke the news.

"Mort, I'm glad you enjoyed this meal," she said, "because it might be our last supper."

"What do you mean?" he said with a gasp. "Are you OK?"

"Yes, I'm fine," she said, "but when you proposed last night, it made me finally decide that things can't go on this way."

"I don't understand," he said. "I thought things were great between us and the sex was better than ever."

"For you," she said, "but there's still your problem. And the solution just isn't working. For me, it's a big turn-off when I have to get up and clean up in the bathroom before returning to you. You don't care because you already had a great time. I don't want to do that anymore."

"I don't understand," he said.

"I'll say it in plain words," she said. "When you can't finish me with your penis, you're going to have to eat me out."

"But I do," he said.

"I mean right away," she said.

She saw his face turn green and his mouth drop. There were a few seconds of silence, and then he said, "I'm sorry, Stella. I don't think I can do that."

"I figured you'd say that," she said. "But your proposal made me think that we're really still like a married couple in many ways, especially in bed. And in marriage, there's give and take and each person doing things for the other, sometimes things they don't like.

"I would like a closer relationship with you, Mort, but your problem is preventing it, and I've decided that I'm tired of being frustrated, and if you can't do this for me, it's time for us to move on. But you know I'll always love you, and you can count on me for anything you need, just like always, only no more sex."

She looked at him as she was talking. His face went from green to white. He seemed to be stunned. When she was finished, he didn't say anything but just stared at her.

She waited for a few minutes and then said, "Say something, Mort."

"I don't know what to say," he said.

"That means there's only one thing you can say," she said. "Goodbye." She got up and stood next to the table. He didn't move until she said, "I'm waiting." Then he slowly got up.

She embraced him and gave him a big kiss on the lips and said, "It's OK, Mort. Don't worry. I'll always be there for you." Then she pulled him to the front door and through it. He stood like a statue on the doorstep while she shut the door. She hid at the side of the front window and watched him. He stood immobile for almost 10 minutes before turning around and slowly walking to his car.

Two days later, he called her at her office. He didn't sound good. "I've got to see you, Stella," he said. "There must be some way we can work this out."

"I'm sorry, Mort," she said, "but I've already thought a lot about that. There's only one way. Goodbye." She smiled to herself and wondered how long it would take before he called again.

He held out for a week before he called her at home. After exchanging greetings, he asked her, "Is there anything --"

She interrupted him. "No, Mort," she said. "There is nothing you can do and nothing you can say. You need to realize it's over, and you have to move on."

"What if I said yes?" he said.

"What does that mean?" she said, trying to keep the smile out of her voice. She waited while the phone was silent.

"Yes, I agree, if --," he said.

"Sorry, Mort, no conditions," she said. "I'm willing to listen to whatever you have to suggest, but I don't want there to be any misunderstanding about this. I explained to you what you need to do, and that's not going to change."

Silence again.

"OK," he said. His voice was barely above a whisper. "When can I see you?"

"It's too late tonight," she said, although it really wasn't. "How about tomorrow?"

After she hung up, she felt bad because she had been cruel to him. She knew that putting off his first taste of cream pie until tomorrow would make him have nightmares tonight, but the thought of how that would make it even harder for him just made her more excited. She felt so wet between her legs that she wanted him like crazy right now, but she didn't call him back.

The next night, she saw tremendous fright in Mort's eyes, and it excited her so much that she came in five minutes. She could almost taste his relief when he felt her orgasm. After her orgasm, he told her he wasn't feeling well and didn't want to go on. He left in a hurry. She thought about what happened and decided that a repeat of that night would be like torturing him and she needed to take control next time.

When they were in bed a few days later, he was still scared, but she focused on using all the techniques she knew would work on him, and he soon came. She didn't say anything as she felt him softening inside her and just waited.

Finally, he got off of her. He was trembling, and she heard the sound she was expecting, so she reached under the bed and pulled out the bucket she had put there and guided his head down. She held his head as he spewed into it for a few minutes and then told him to go wash up in the bathroom.

When he came back, she had turned the lights down and was lying back against the pillows with her legs spread wide. She waited again, and after he stood by the bed a few minutes, he got between her legs. It was ugly. She spoke softly to him through it all, encouraging him when he had to lift his head to keep from gagging and passing out. He made a mess of the bed. He was sweating gallons and his eyes were wild.

But all this didn't keep her from getting excited as she felt his tongue caressing her vagina. She imagined his thick white sperm coming out of her and onto his tongue and then going into his mouth and down his throat. It didn't take her long to come, and as soon as he felt her body shaking, he lifted his head, jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. She could hear him through the closed door even though he ran the faucet.

It wasn't much better the next few times, but gradually, Mort began to adjust. He still occasionally gagged, although he kept from throwing up. She noticed that because his revulsion excited her, she had more satisfying orgasms in this new way than when he made her come with his penis, so she began to use her techniques to bring him off before her almost every time.

She kept to the same position as the first night for a while until she felt he was used to it, and then she begin trying others. She got on top of him in a 69 position and lowered her vagina on top of his mouth. That really freaked him out the first time she did it, and he pushed her almost violently off of him before jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom. But she was patient and calmed him down and after a few more false starts, she finally got him to do it.

Her favorite position was when she was riding him and he came inside her and she just crawled forward onto his mouth. This way she could look straight down and see the come oozing from her vagina onto his tongue and watch the fear and shame in his eyes. It excited her so much that she wished she could clone herself so she could watch him in the other positions, where she could only feel his tongue and not see it.

She related all of the drama and the excitement to her girlfriends when they got together, and she could see they were as stimulated listening to her stories as she was when she was telling them. Three of them were so enraptured that they insisted on taking her to lunch every Saturday to hear what had happened during the week. She told them about how she was also using her methods on Ollie, but Mort was the one they really wanted to hear about. They pressed her for every detail, how it felt, how it looked, how it sounded.

At one Saturday lunch, they were talking about what a shame it was that Stella couldn't see what Mort was doing when he was lying between her legs or when she was on top of him in the 69 position. One of them suggested she make a video of those positions. Then they began fantasizing how that could be done.

The following week all of them came with plans they had thought of to make a video, and they had a great time discussing them. The one they settled on involved the three girlfriends taking a class in videography and then splitting costs on renting cameras and equipment so they could shoot the video themselves. They each wanted a copy, but Stella told them that wasn't possible. If she could get Mort to agree to the filming, they would be present to watch the action as they were filming, and she would invite them over one night to see what they had filmed, but she wouldn't let the videos out of her hands. She finally agreed that she might show it to them more than just once, but she wouldn't promise. That was good enough for them.

From then on the lunches were split between her sexual exploits with Mort and Ollie and what they were learning about composition, lighting, camera angles and other things and how they would use their newfound expertise on the big day.

Mort knew about Stella's weekly lunches, and he wasn't happy about her sharing their intimate life with others. He said he had never talked to any of his male friends about their sex life, even before she began degrading him.

She told him women were different from men that way, and for him not to be concerned about it. It was just a part of her life, not as important as being with him, but still necessary. When the idea of the video first came up, she told him about it right away, and he told her he would kill himself before he would go along with the idea. She told him not to be so dramatic and that she couldn't see the harm in her friends taking the video classes and getting together with her to fantasize about filming them.

"If you refuse, there's nothing I can do about it," she said, "but I promised them I would do my part to get you to agree, so I'm going to work hard on learning some new things to do with you until I find one you like so much that you would do anything for me."

It didn't take her long to find what that was. As she tried out different techniques, she saw some indications, and finally she asked him straight out, "Do you really want to have anal sex with me?" she said one night.

"Well, you told me when we were married that you would never do that," he said, "so I know it would be a waste of time to bring it up."

"Why would you want to do that to me?" she said. "You know how big you are, and how sometimes you bruise my vagina. It would be horribly painful for me if you put that into my anus. How could that excite you?"

"You get excited by doing things to me that I hate," he said.

"That's different," she said. "I'm sure I'd feel just as degraded and disgusted by anal as you do by eating creampie, but I'm not physically hurting you."

"Let's forget the whole thing," he said.

But she didn't forget it. She kept looking for something else that he really wanted, but while she discovered a lot of things that excited him, she felt that none of them worked him up enough to make him change his mind. So she also started researching anal sex and watching educational videos on how to do it with the least amount of pain. The first time she stuck a small vibrator into her anus, she had to run to the bathroom, but she managed to keep from regurgitating. I handled it better than he did, she thought, but then she asked herself whether this was really worth doing for the video.




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She thought about that for a couple of weeks, but then she tried the vibrator again and found that while it felt horrible and disgusting, she could handle it. She slowly worked her way up to larger objects, but when one of her friends gave her an anal plug, it looked so grotesque that she couldn't bear to use it. She read a lot about the importance of lubrication and planned to make sure that she was full of lube before she let Mort insert his thick, long penis.

When her friends told her that they felt confident with their video training and equipment, they arranged an evening of rehearsals at her house. They all got drunk and laughed a lot, and one of them got so wasted that she agreed to play the part of Mort and proceeded to get naked, pull off Stella's clothes and eat her out in several positions. Stella had been making some of her own preparations for the video shoot, and when her friend was ready for the rehearsal in the 69 position, she told her to wait a few minutes because she had to do something with the microwave.

Her drunk friend was startled when she began eating Stella out and warm, thick slime poured out into her mouth, making her gasp and swallow as fast as she could, but not fast enough because it filled her mouth and then coated her entire face. The two girls who were videotaping held their breaths in amazement but kept on filming, and then they all had a great time watching the scene on the big TV screen.

"You got a taste of what Mort gets when he eats me out," said Stella. "When I thought about the video shoot, I realized that the first scene of him doing oral on me would look great because I'll make sure he doesn't have sex for a couple of days before so there will be plenty of semen.

"But even though I can easily get him hard and bring him off a few more times, the sperm production will go down after the first scene, and it wouldn't look that great when we do the rest of the positions. So I've been secretly draining his come in the bathroom after we finish having sex. Then I store it in the freezer. There's always a little left over after he licks me, and a couple of times, I even pretended to come right after he began eating me out so he didn't swallow too much of it. I've got nearly a quart so far.

"You'll be heating it up in the microwave and filling me up with a baster when he's not looking. He'll probably catch on during the second scene, but by that time, I don't think he'll put up too much of a fight."

When Stella proposed the anal for video arrangement, Mort turned it down. But she went to work on him. She suddenly became too busy to see him often, and when they were in bed, she stopped doing the things he loved and only did the things he hated, like wiping her full vagina all over his face when she was on top of him. She used all her tricks to get him off fast and then prolonged his humiliation as much as she could. He soon got the idea of what she was doing, and a couple of weeks later gave in on the video idea.

Even though she took every precaution, the anal sex was brutal for Stella. The humiliation wasn't much worse than she had anticipated, but she thought she would be able to make him come fast. Yet even though she used every trick she knew, he kept going and going, and her screams of pain seemed to give him more endurance and energy. He admitted later that he had masturbated twice before coming over because he knew she would try to finish him quickly. She realized he was learning some of her strategies, and after she stopped being angry, she felt a little ashamed at how much she had changed his personality.

He had to lick his come out of her anus, and he almost threw up for the first time since his first creampie, but she reassured him and told him that she had thoroughly cleaned herself out so his stuff was even cleaner than when it came from her vagina. But she was in such pain that when he stuck his tongue into her anus, she didn't get much pleasure from the feeling or from his humiliation.

When they had scheduled the evening of anal, they had also scheduled the video session, but to the disappointment of her friends, she had to postpone it for a few weeks because she was in tremendous pain in her anus whenever she moved her legs. While she was recovering, Mort dutifully gave her oral without asking anything from her, but even that was problematic, because when he brought her off, her anus contracted and her moans of satisfaction mingled with cries of pain. She was a little angry that Mort seemed to enjoy that.

The video session went off fairly smoothly. Mort was mortified and red-faced at the three women with cameras recording his degradation. To make it more exciting for them, her girlfriends had also stripped naked, and that seemed to make Mort more excited and more humiliated at the same time.

He was angry at the come injection trick, and his facial expressions when he was licking up his second load mixed seething hatred with his other emotions. But then Stella patiently explained the reason for the injections and left him alone.

After five minutes of quiet, he agreed to finish the session, but he warned her, "That wasn't in the deal and you'll have to pay for it." Stella felt an imaginary pain in her anus for a second, but she didn't hesitate to keep going. It would only be one time, she thought, and it probably wouldn't hurt as much as the first time. And I'll have this video to watch as often as I want.

When it was over, Stella looked up at her friends. They were all red and breathing hard. She looked at Mort and said, "Mort, I know you aren't interested in sex with anyone else now. But I saw how my friends turned you on when they took off their clothes, and I can see that they would die to have you do them right now. I know I could get you hard for three more goes, so if you want to, I don't mind. I would love a video of you and each of them."

"What about the other part?" he said as he looked at them nodding excitedly at him.

"Well, if you can't stay hard, and I know you won't, you'll have to do it," said Stella. "And I'll have to inject them with your come or it won't look good on the video." She glanced at her friends and saw they were almost out of their minds with excitement.

"No thanks," he said. "It's not worth it."

"Wait, Mort," she said. "Let me talk to the girls in the bathroom for a second."

When they came out, they each told him that if he agreed to do what Stella had suggested, they would schedule an anal sex evening with him in the next few weeks, each one separately. They would even allow Stella to make a video for him as long as he would eat out their ass afterwards and let Stella show them the video at least once. The other condition was that he couldn't say a word to any of their husbands about the arrangement.

He still was hesitant until Stella said, "Please do it for me, Mort. You know I'll be so excited that I'll make it up to you with the special things you like for a long time -- everything except anal."

"Except for the one you owe me for your come trick," he said.

"OK, I'll agree to that if you agree to this," she said. I would have had to do it anyway, she thought to herself, so he didn't really get anything more. But she again felt a stab of imaginary pain between her buttocks.

He agreed, and he was amazed at how wild her friends were. They went into a frenzy almost the moment he touched them, and that got him hard quickly without much help from Stella. Though they tried to hide it, he knew they came almost immediately, but he knew how much they wanted the video of him eating them out, so he did it anyway. While he was eating them, he focused on what he would do to their anuses when he had his shot at them and how they were going to explain their pains in the ass to their husbands.

Things settled down for a while after that. Mort enjoyed his four anal videos -- Stella had allowed her friends to film her taking him, too -- although he always stopped watching them right after he came, before the part showing him tonguing their anuses and eating his come. Stella occasionally watched the videos of him doing anal to her friends -- but not herself -- but almost every day or two, she watched a version of that first video session. Each camera had captured it from a slightly different angle, and she never tired of watching herself and her friends with Mort, especially when he was lapping up those huge quantities of his heated come.

Stella was also happy that her friend Ollie had responded similarly to Mort after she figured out what drove him wild. Her relationship with Ollie was different from what she had with Mort. Ollie had a regular girlfriend who was totally mainstream, from what Stella understood. For Ollie, Stella was an addiction. Once she found out the things he really craved, she had him totally hooked.

He was younger than Mort and had no trouble making her come before him, so she just asked him as a favor to eat her out after he had come inside her. He refused but without the histrionics of Mort.

When she threatened to cut him off, he told her that it was probably time to end their relationship anyway. She felt badly, but things were going so well with Mort that she decided against trying to get Ollie to change his mind.

A month later, she got a call from Ollie. He said he had a proposal for her that he wanted to discuss. When they met, they negotiated. She agreed to fellatio and allowing him to come in her mouth for each time he ate creampie, but she wouldn't agree to anal. He gave in, and they resumed their relationship.

It was one of her friends who took things way beyond anything she would have dreamed of. They were at one of their randy Saturday lunches talking about Stella, Mort and Ollie and the humiliation of men, and one of them thought that since both Mort and Ollie were so masculine, it would be really humiliating for them to have sex with another man.

That turned the discussion into a whole new area, and before they finished, they all had a new scenario to work on. Stella told them it wasn't going to happen, but her friends wanted to shoot a video of Mort and Ollie having oral sex.

She was as excited by the idea as they were, but she doubted there was any way she could get the men to agree. It did make her think of another idea, and she talked to Ollie about it because he was the more open of the two. He said he didn't like it for several reasons, but he negotiated. She wound up giving her ass up to him for the first time. Thank goodness he's not as big as Mort, she thought, but he used some painful pounding techniques and positions, and it sidelined her for nearly two weeks.

Mort didn't know why she wouldn't see him for two weeks, and when he was finally invited over and walked in the door, he stopped and froze. There was another man sitting with Stella in the living room.

"Come sit down, Mort," said Stella in her soothing way, which frightened him. "This is Ollie. I know I mentioned him to you. Ollie, this is Mort."

Ollie stuck his hand out, and Mort shook it robotically.

"You're wondering why he's here tonight, Mort," said Stella, "so let me tell you right away. Ollie eats me out like you do, Mort, even though he has no problem like yours. And he's agreed to eat me out tonight after you've come inside me. You won't have to do it tonight. He'll watch us make love and then eat your semen from me. That won't be so bad, will it?"

That night Stella had Mort finish her off doggie style, and then had Ollie slide under her in the 69 position. She told Mort to pull up a chair to the foot of the bed so he could get a good view of her vagina and Ollie lying beneath it. Then she lowered herself onto Ollie and he ate her out while Mort's semen flowed into his mouth. Mort's jaw dropped as he saw this. It even aroused him a little, but mostly he felt like he was in some kind of bizarre nightmare. After the white goo stopped flowing and Stella had had a few orgasms, she sucked Ollie in and soon had him coming into her mouth. She opened her mouth to show Mort how full of come it was, and then she got up and spit it out in the bathroom.

The next time Stella had a date with Ollie, she asked him if it was more disgusting to eat another man's come from her rather than his own. He told her probably a little, but it wasn't much different, and he really enjoyed her letting him come in her mouth afterwards.

"Would you be willing to do it again," she said.

"Sure," he said. "Same arrangement. I loved doing your ass. Whenever you want."

"Great," she said, trying to put out of her mind what she was going to have to endure, "because I'm going to use you to get him to do the same thing. You'll come inside me, and he'll eat it out of me."

"How will you do that?" Ollie said.

"Watch and learn," said Stella.

She began scheduling joint sessions with Mort and Ollie once a week, always the same as the first one. Each time, she made a special effort to give Ollie an exhilarating orgasm with her mouth after he ate her out. She used her hands, her lips, her tongue and her head, and he responded loudly. Afterward, she thanked him vocally and with many strokes and kisses for being willing to give her such oral pleasure despite his being disgusted by Mort's semen.

Each time, she directed some hard stares at Mort while complimenting Ollie. After a few weeks, she began asking Mort if it wasn't wonderful how Ollie appreciated her efforts so much that he was willing to endure his indignity. Slowly she directed her compliments to Ollie through Mort, asking him each time whether he didn't agree with her that Ollie was so wonderful for various reasons, the oral satisfaction being the major one. She would wait for Mort to respond, and if he didn't, she would just stare at him until he did.

These questioning compliments eventually began coming before the sex even began, and she would stop taking off her clothes until Mort agreed with her how wonderful Ollie was.

Mort knew what was coming next. She began asking Mort why he didn't care for her as much as Ollie. Although he knew what she was doing, he still protested at first that he loved her. Then why won't you do what Ollie does for me? she would ask. Why can't Ollie make love to me and you pleasure me afterwards the way he does? She would stare at him after saying these things, and all he could say was, "I'm sorry. I just can't do it."

Then came the day when Mort arrived for a solo evening and she told him she needed to talk to him. "Mort," she said. "I've been patient with you. It's been good with you and Ollie, but you know it's not fair to him to be doing what he does every time. I've made it pretty clear now for a while what I'd like you to do, but I'm not going to wait forever.

"You need to go home and think about this. I want you in my life, but I think I could find a replacement for you who isn't so selfish. I don't want to do that, but it's really up to you. No, please don't say anything. I don't want to talk about it anymore. You need to go home and decide."

When he left, she had some doubts. I really don't want to lose Mort, she thought, but if I see this is really too much for him, I can always change my mind and withdraw my demand, at least I hope so. She began getting nervous after she didn't hear from him for 10 days, and she hoped he didn't hear her sigh of relief when she picked up the phone and heard his voice.

"I'll do it once," he said in barely a whisper.

"Of course," she said, "It's all up to you." But she knew once would lead to once more and so on. Her threat had worked.

When he began eating Ollie's come on a weekly basis, she and her friends agreed that they were ready for their fantasy to come true. They worked out the plan, and she brought it up to both men one night after a joint session when Ollie had been the one doing oral and then coming in her mouth. Everyone was feeling relaxed and satisfied.

The mood changed almost immediately when she told them she would like to have her three friends film each of them eating the other's come from her. And she would also like to film them sucking each other's penises.

Both of them looked at her and at each other and then got up and got dressed and left without saying a word to her. That Saturday, the lunch bunch was almost jumping out of their skins with excitement, wondering what the men would say or do. "I may have to apologize and back down this time," said Stella. The others wouldn't hear of it. They finally agreed that she would give the men at least three weeks before making any move.

It only took a week and a half before Ollie called up and said that he wanted to come over and talk to her. When she opened the door, Mort was standing next to Ollie. She was startled. Had they come over together? She didn't think they knew each other's phone numbers. As far as she knew, the only time they ever saw each other was at her place.

They walked in and sat down in the living room, and she sat down facing them. "We could drag this out," said Ollie, "but we both know you well enough to know you don't give up on your crazy ideas once they're in your brain. So here's what we're willing to do.

"You can do the video of us eating each other's come, and you can shoot us putting our dicks in each other's mouth at the same time. But that's the last time we'll do either thing for you. You can watch the videos, but both of us won't be together in the same room with you again after that."

"What do you say about this, Mort?" she said, turning to her former husband.

"Ollie speaks for me," he said.

So that's it, she thought. Ollie the negotiator has talked to Mort and become his lawyer. I've created a monster.

"Well, I don't like your response, both of you, but I'm not going to be hasty," she said. Let them stew for a while, she thought. "Why don't both of you come over next Monday and I'll tell you my answer."

"Fine," said Ollie and stood up and turned for the door.

"Don't you want to stay for a while?" she said, although she knew she was being weak.

"No," he said. "Are you coming, Mort?"

"Yes," said Mort and followed him out of the house.

She and her friends spent three hours at lunch discussing Ollie's proposal, Stella's response and their plans for the video session.

On Monday night, when the men came over, she tried to sound as if this was her final offer. "Here's what I'll agree to," she said.

"I'll go along with you doing this once for the video and never again, although I have the right to ask for it at least once a year as a birthday or Christmas present. But I won't pressure you.

"You won't have to do anything together again, but I have the right to suggest things at least once a month. It will be up to you to accept or reject them.

"And there will be two video sessions. At the first, my friends will film what you've already been doing. At the second one, you will both suck each other. And I don't mean you'll just place your penises in each other's mouth. You'll both have to suck as hard as you can for 45 minutes or until I tell you that you can stop.

"That's it. Take it or leave it."

She could see that Ollie was fuming.

"What you've proposed is exactly the way things are now," he said. "You want the right to do everything you're already doing, and then you say you won't pressure us. Mort and I have had some long discussions about this, and we both don't want to break up with you, but we also are ready to go through painful withdrawal if you don't listen to reason.

"I promised him I'd help him find someone to take your place, because he doesn't have someone else like I do, and I know he won't have any trouble finding lots of great women who are a lot younger than you and appreciate a successful good-looking executive with a strong sex drive.

"But neither of us wants that. We really want to stay with you. So we're going to go into the kitchen and discuss our response before we give up on you."




Changes



He got up, and walked out of the living room and Mort followed him. Stella watched them and wondered how soon she should start backing off. She decided to wait until she heard what Ollie would say but be prepared to make a major move toward reconciliation.

After 10 minutes, the two men came back and sat down opposite her again. "We both agree that we're not interested in going back and forth like I do in contract negotiations at work," Ollie said. "So we've come up with this compromise that we hope you'll accept."

"Since there's really no way to keep you from using your techniques of persuasion on us, either verbal or in bed, we're not going to try to stop you from getting your way. But we're committed to doing this only once for the videos, and we agree to your two sessions.

"But you have to agree to let us each have anal sex with you once a week from now on, or as long as you want us eating semen from you. What I mean is that you'll have anal sex once a week. We'll take turns, so we each get a shot at your ass once every two weeks. As we said, we're not going to be in the same room again together with you after this.

"We know anal sex is hard on you, but we think you'll get used to it, at least as much as we've gotten used to eating come. You probably want to think about this, but we both feel strongly that everything needs to be resolved right now. So you can go into the kitchen, or we'll go into the kitchen, and you can think about it for up to 30 minutes and then give us your answer."

Stella's mind was racing. She wished she could stall them until she could talk things over with her friends, but she had the feeling she could lose it all if she didn't resolve this now. Then she thought of something, and it made her smile.

"I don't need to go into the kitchen," she said. "I'll agree to your proposal, but with the understanding that I mentioned before. When we do the video of the sucking, you'll really suck. I want each of you to tell me yes, and then it will be settled."

"And they both said yes?" said one of her girlfriends when she told about the meeting at the next luncheon.

"Yes," said Stella. "It's a good thing I remembered our last meeting and your plans for shooting the videos. That gave me the confidence to agree. I'm still not happy about the anal, but I realize that the three of us are now interdependent. All of us have to give up something to get what we want. I have to give up my ass. I'm sure when I do it once a week, I'll learn to relax those muscles more so it's less painful. It will still be disgusting and uncomfortable, but this way I've kept them both in my life, and I won't have to try to find someone else who can give me the pleasure I'm getting from them."

The session where they ate come from each other's anuses went smoothly. The biggest problem was her friends getting worked up while shooting the video. They tried to talk her into allowing them to have a mini-orgy with her two lovers, but she refused and almost had to throw them out of her home.

A week later, things got a little crazier for the sucking session. She had Mort and Ollie both take off everything below the waist and lie down sideways on the bed with each of them facing the other's penis. Reluctantly, they slid closer to each other as she gave them orders, but when their shirts touched, they stopped, and their penises were still far from each other's mouths.

"OK, girls," said Stella, and the four women jumped on the bed.

"What are you doing?" yelled the men, almost in unison.

"We knew you would have a hard time, even though you agreed," said Stella, "so we have these luggage straps that we're wrapping around you now. There, we've got four of them around you, from under your arms to just below your belly buttons. They're all on the outside of your shirts, so they won't chafe.

"Now, each girl is going to take one strap and slowly pull it tighter. Just one little pull now, girls. That's it. I saw their bodies moving closer. OK, another notch, Good. And another one, yes, keep going like that. Now stop and let's take a look.

"Well, it looks like Mort and Ollie have gotten very close. They're like Siamese twins. It looks like they can breathe fine. In fact, I'm sure each of them can feel the other one breathing now. And their limp penises are pretty close to each other's mouths. Let's see if this works before we tighten the belts again. Girls, you can start up the cameras."

She moved next to Mort's penis and put some lubricant on her hands and began working him. He responded a little, but he was still soft. She bent down and took him into her mouth and began using her lips, tongue and hands in the ways she knew would excite him quickly. He got hard right away, and his penis grew thick and long and was now lying across Ollie's cheek and reaching past his ear.

"Hey," said Ollie as he watched her. "What are you doing? That wasn't part of the agreement."

"No," said Stella. "There was nothing about the belts in the agreement either, but there was also nothing saying they couldn't be used. We knew you might not respond the way we wanted, so we added these enhancements. Now open your mouth as I pull your head back."

"No way," he said. "You're cheating." And he clamped his jaws together.

"The agreement was that you would suck," she said. "I haven't cheated. I could force you to open your mouth by closing off your nostrils with my fingers like this. Did you feel how I shut off your air supply?

"But I don't want to take a chance on you hurting Mort when I put his penis into your mouth, so you need to do it voluntarily. Please open up now or I'll have to squeeze the opener."

Ollie kept his jaws clenched and ignored her. "OK, Ollie," she said, "you're forcing me to find the opener, and I'm going to squeeze it." While her right hand continued to gently pump Mort's hard penis, her left hand reached down where Ollie's penis faced Mort's moth. She felt around and found his testicles and took them in her hand and began gently squeezing them while looking into his eyes.

"I see from your eyes that you feel the opener working," she said. "I'm going to squeeze it until your mouth is wide open, as wide as you can get it. It's still not opening, so I have to keep squeezing. A little more should do it. There, it really opened fast. But I want it wider. Yes stretch it open until it hurts. That's it. Wider. And there it goes."

She had quickly released Ollie's testes and brought her left hand to Ollie's forehead. She pushed his head back and carefully slid Mort's hard penis along Ollie's cheek until it popped into the wide open mouth. Then she stopped pushing Ollie's forehead back, and his head snapped forward, engulfing Mort's penis.

"OK, Ollie," she said. "The penis is in position, but I see it's so long that it's hitting the back of your throat. I know from experience that isn't comfortable, so let me move your head this way a little and Mort's body that way a little. There. Now it should be more comfortable.

"OK, the 45 minutes will begin as soon as you start sucking. I'll let you rest for a few minutes because I see from your eyes you are a little frightened. Don't worry. You don't need to think about anything. Just suck as hard as you can for as long as you can and occasionally open your mouth to take a breath. I'll do everything else.

"Oh yes, I'm going to help you satisfy Mort, and then I'm going to help him satisfy you the same way. It won't take more than 15 minutes for each of you, I figure, so we'll be finished way before the 45 minutes. So take a few minutes to gather your strength and then you can start. If you can't manage to start by yourself, I'll reach for the starter. It's in the same place as the opener."

Ollie started sucking a few minutes later, and when he did, Stella began talking. "OK girls," she said, "are you getting all this. All three cameras should be up here. Look at his eyes moving around wildly. Why is he so frightened? Women and gays do this every day, Ollie, and nothing terrible happens.

"Suck a little harder, please, Ollie, because I want to keep both my hands right here and not on the starter. That's the way. Now watch as I use one hand to pump the section of Mort's penis that's sticking out. Up and down. I felt it jerk a little there. Did that scare you, Ollie?

"Now I'm going to use my other hand on Mort's balls. He loves to have them manipulated. It really gets him going. See how he responded. Let's play with them and pump hard for a while and see what happens. It looks like he's getting even thicker and longer. I hear him breathing faster, too.

"Now here's a lesson I learned a while back, and you know I've used it on you, Ollie. Once you've got a man aroused and you want him to come quickly and hard, you stick a couple of fingers, lubricated of course, into his anus like this and feel around for a little button called the prostate. It's like a trigger.

"When you find it -- there I found it -- you see, how it got Mort started. He shoots out a huge load, almost as much as you do, Ollie. And you feel it exploding into your mouth right now. You've topped sucking, but that's OK because I'm still pumping him hard and he's spurting away. I'm sure a lot of his come is already down your throat, and I see some of it coming out of your nose. That's the worst feeling, isn't it? We girls all know that feeling. Yes, try to open your mouth. I know Mort's penis is so thick that it's hard to push any come out, but at least you can get a little air that way.

"The best thing you can do to get this over with is just swallow as fast as you can. That's it. Pretend like you're eating me out. Just swallow like that. This is going to look so good on the video.

"There, I think we're almost done. We'll wait until Mort gets all soft, which won't be long, and then I'll pull your head back and get his penis out. And then it will be your turn to get sucked by Mort the same way."

The girls were all still bubbling over from the video sessions at Saturday's luncheon. After they discussed each session in detail, Stella said she had something amazing to tell them.

"I realized this the other day," she said, "when the boys agreed to the video and I agreed to the give them anal once a week. I don't know if they know it yet, but this is not the end, it's just the beginning."

They all wanted to know what she meant.

"I mean, I think we can get them to do almost anything we want them to do now," she said. "They told me they would never be together with me at the same time again, but I know I can make that happen. All I need to do is find something they really want. Then I can get them to do something at least once so we can video it.

"I was thinking that since they have sucked each other off, now we could get them to do it without the belts and without my help. It would make for a much better video.

"And what about getting them to actually have anal sex? Mort could do Ollie from behind and then slide under him and eat his come out of Ollie's ass. And then Ollie could do the same thing with Mort. 

"I've seen some videos of women fisting men, and I'm excited about the idea of fisting Mort while Ollie blows him and then switching it and doing it the other way.

"I think I could get eventually get them to do each of these things and others that we think of at least one time for the cameras. And that's all we need.

"Of course, Ollie is a master negotiator, and I'd have to come up with some pretty big motivations. I'm already taking their penises in my ass and swallowing their come, so I don't have much more to offer.

"That's where you girls come in. If you want to make those videos, it's time to step up. Men like variety, and each of you degrading yourselves like me would be a huge bargaining advantage for us.

"I know your asses really hurt for a few weeks, but now we're laughing about that and enjoying the videos of Mort and Ollie.

"I think you'd have to offer anal again and maybe blowing them right after they come out of your ass and letting them come in your mouth, and this time you'd have to let them video everything. Don't worry. They will never show the videos to anyone else because of the videos we have of them.

"But the anal and blowjobs are just for starters. You might be sucking their come out of each other's anuses or fisting each other or taking their fists in both holes or two in each hole. For sure, anything we ask them to do, we'll have to be prepared to do something similar and letting them film it. I'm telling you, Ollie's a tough negotiator.

"How about it? Do you want to see how much we can get them to do for our cameras? Is my face as red as yours are right now? Did any of you have an orgasm just now from only thinking about this -- like I did?"